#you’re so lovely and so soft and sweet and pure :((

[jungwnies]

f1 grid | southern drawl

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @itscalledastrategyfred) : how the grid reacts to a texan!driver!reader and her southern accent — from flustered blushing to terrible cowboy impressions and a whole lotta “yes, ma’am.” 🤠💬

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 2116

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : yall i missed the race cus i fell asleep... am i cooked?

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

gives you so much shit for your drawl at first.

“did you really just say y’all while threatening me?”

can’t stop smirking whenever you get riled up... especially when you say something like “i swear to god, i’ll whup your ass.”

fully imitates your accent when teasing you... and it’s terrible.

lowkey loves it though. it reminds him of daniel, in a way that’s nostalgic and soft.

once heard you say “darlin’” to someone and just froze for a second like okay, maybe this is the hottest thing alive.

pretends not to care but definitely perks up every time you say something country-coded.

yuki tsunoda

is very confused at first. “why do you sound like a cowboy?”

teases you constantly but in a very you’re my favorite person to annoy way.

starts mimicking your phrases just to make you laugh — “howdy” becomes part of his vocabulary purely to irritate you.

calls you “cowgirl” when you beat him in anything and grumbles when you call him “city boy” back.

secretly adores how unapologetic you are about it. says it makes you sound confident.

would 100% ask you to translate slang and then say it in his best impression just to see you roll your eyes.

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

first time he hears you say “bless your heart,” he panics. “wait… is that… a good thing or not?”

tries to keep it professional but gets flustered when you throw a “yes, sir” his way with that southern sweetness.

definitely raises an eyebrow every time you drop a “y’all” during press, but secretly thinks it’s endearing.

once tried to imitate your accent on live tv and it came out as australian. never lived it down.

thinks it’s hilarious how you say things like “fixin’ to win this race” — quotes it back to you every chance he gets.

might tease you gently, but 100% defends your accent if anyone else makes fun of it. “it’s not weird, it’s hers.”

kimi antonelli

very confused at first but listens so intently whenever you speak — your accent is like a whole new language to him.

starts asking what everything means. “what is… ‘rode hard and put up wet?’”

tries to mimic you saying “howdy” once and instantly turned red when you burst out laughing.

quietly loves the way you talk. it’s soft and warm to him, even if you’re smack-talking.

calls you "texas" like it’s your nickname. “hey, texas. need help with your helmet?”

100% memorizes your slang and starts slipping it into conversations to make you smile.

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

confused the entire first week. just stands there smiling while you say things like “i’m fixin’ to head out” and later quietly asks carlos what it meant.

blushes furiously the first time you call him “darlin’” — tries to play it cool but is visibly short-circuiting.

imitates your accent once during an interview and gets roasted online for how bad it was. “i wasn’t even that bad, right?” you nod slowly, hiding laughter.

starts calling you “cowgirl” in private, just to see you roll your eyes and smile.

says your voice sounds like “sunlight on hot pavement.” he’s a romantic.

lowkey tries to learn country music just to bond with you — gets too into kacey musgraves and now you catch him humming “slow burn” on race days.

lewis hamilton

absolutely obsessed. tells you it’s “the sexiest accent” he’s ever heard.

constantly asking you to say things again, slower this time — just so he can hear it twice.

you say “yes, sir” once and his whole soul leaves his body.

teases you when you get heated and slip into full-blown southern mode, but with the softest grin. “there she goes, my wild southern girl.”

absolutely convinced you two need to do a cowboy-themed photo shoot. insists on wearing the hat too.

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

the second he hears your accent, he’s already planning impressions.

“well howdy y’all, ah’m fixin’ to win me a lil ol’ race today!” — said in the worst cowboy voice imaginable.

you threaten to fight him. he grins harder.

calls you “ma’am” dramatically and tips invisible hats at you in the paddock. you once slapped him with your water bottle.

has no idea that it’s kind of hot until you call him “sweetheart” mid-argument and he just shuts up entirely.

you catch him watching country tiktoks so he can learn phrases to throw back at you. he says it’s “research.”

may joke nonstop, but the second someone else mocks you? “nah, only i get to call her cowgirl.”

oscar piastri

didn’t expect to fall in love with your accent, but here we are.

says nothing when you speak, just blinks slowly and listens like it’s music.

every now and then you catch him smiling to himself after you say something super southern like “he ain’t got the sense god gave a goose.”

finds your little quirks adorable. “you just said ‘buggy’ instead of shopping cart,” he says softly, grinning.

doesn’t mimic your accent. not even once. too respectful.

will 100% ask you to teach him how to say certain phrases, then casually use them later to make you laugh.

you say “c’mere, sugar” once and he actually blushes. he’s so gone.

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

pretends like he doesn’t care but he’s obsessed with your accent.

the first time you say something like “sugar, that was a rough quali,” he just stares for a second before going, “say it again.”

tries to mimic you with his own spanish accent and ends up sounding like a cowboy in a telenovela.

“how do you say it? y’all? yuhhhll?”

laughs at himself when you make fun of it but still keeps doing it because your eyes light up every time.

secretly loves how fiery you get when you're mad — especially when you let the accent fly. “you gonna kill me, cariño?” he teases.

absolutely calls you "cowgirl" in the most smug voice imaginable.

lance stroll

immediately thinks your accent is the cutest thing alive.

“you sound like a character from a movie. it’s awesome.”

gets super flustered when you call him anything sweet — “baby,” “darlin’,” “honeybun.” it kills him every time.

has a weird little canadian twang himself so when he tries to imitate you, it comes out like “howd-eh y’all.”

you cry laughing. he commits to it anyway.

lowkey loves how different you sound from everyone else — thinks it makes you magnetic.

tries to “cowboy up” next to you in interviews and fails miserably. “we’re a dynamic duo,” he says. “city boy and the wild west.”

ʚ・williams

alex albon

thinks your accent is the best thing ever, and won’t shut up about it.

constantly repeats your phrases back to you in a horrendous mock accent just to make you laugh.

“well shoot, sugar! i reckon we got ourselves a pole!” — said at full volume in the paddock.

you threaten to hit him with your boot. he tells everyone “she threatened me in southern again. it was so hot.”

teases you with names like “rodeo queen” and “yee-haw y/n” but goes feral the first time you call him “sweetheart” on comms.

100% starts saying “y’all” unironically. refuses to admit it.

tells his PR team you’re his “emotional support cowboy.”

carlos sainz

tries to act unfazed like “it’s just an accent” but his eyes go all soft when you call him “darlin’.”

loves hearing you talk — especially when you ramble. just nods along and smiles like he understands every word even when you say things like “that boy ain’t right.”

calls you mi vaquera under his breath when you walk away.

one time you called him “baby” and he blinked twice, turned red, and muttered “mi vida...” like a reflex.

doesn’t tease, but subtly flirts back in spanish until you’re the one blushing.

quietly practices a southern phrase or two just so he can surprise you later. you catch him whispering “fixin’ to win” before a race and nearly crash your scooter laughing.

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

absolutely thrilled the first time he hears you speak. grins like a little menace and goes “wait, say that again.”

becomes obsessed with getting you to say weird southern phrases. “wait wait, what’s the one about biscuits and gravy again?”

mimics your accent constantly but in that annoying younger brother way. you threaten him with a tire gun. he laughs harder.

teases you with a fake lasso motion every time you walk into the garage. “woah there, cowgirl.”

once called you “ma’am” in a joking tone and you shot back with “watch your mouth, sugar.” he shut up immediately.

genuinely adores it though. thinks you’re the coolest person alive.

starts picking up your slang accidentally. pr catches him saying “fixin’ to” in an interview. he panics.

esteban ocon

acts completely unbothered at first. nods politely while you talk, no visible reaction.

but he’s so internally flustered.

one day you say “yes, sir” in that sweet, drawling tone and he just stands there blinking like you short-circuited his brain.

asks pierre what certain things mean later in private. “what’s a ‘hoot and a half’?”

doesn’t tease, but is very intrigued. tells people he likes how “unique” you sound.

once tried to say “howdy” as a joke but it came out awkward and overly French. he never attempted it again.

secretly loves when you call him something soft in that accent. might not say much, but his smile says everything.

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

pretends to be unbothered but he’s fully gone the first time you say “darlin’.”

literally pauses mid-sentence when you call him “sweetheart” like… yeah. that’s it. you’ve got him.

teases you gently, but it’s always with heart eyes. “you really gonna charm everyone with that voice, huh?”

obsessed with how passionate you sound when you’re fired up. just lets you rant and watches, smiling like an idiot.

tells everyone “i don’t get the hype” and then immediately melts when you rest your boots on his lap.

absolutely wants you to teach him how to two-step. “for educational reasons.”

isack hadjar

chaos incarnate. tries to mimic your accent constantly and fails in the funniest ways.

“whatchu doin’, sugarplum?” he says. you throw a wrench at him. he ducks and cackles.

you start mimicking his french accent right back. “ohhh la la, baguette!”

you two are just rude to each other and completely in love about it.

insists on calling you “sheriff” like it’s your job title. even salutes you sometimes.

if you ever call him “baby” or “mon cœur” in your accent, he shuts up immediately.

secretly thinks your voice is the most comforting sound on earth, even when you’re yelling.

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

absolutely loses it the first time you call him something soft like “sugar.” full flirty grin, immediately flirting back.

“you keep talkin’ like that and i’m gonna start fallin’ in love, mon amour.”

mimics your accent way too often and does it so dramatically it’s offensive.

“well HAW-DEE Y’ALL,” he says, strutting into the motorhome in your cowboy boots. you throw a towel at him.

turns every southern phrase you say into something scandalous.

“i’m fixin’ to fight you, pierre.”

“please do.”

but when you’re soft? when you call him “darlin’” and it’s not a joke? he’s quiet. maybe even a little breathless.

“don’t stop,” he mumbles. “say it again.”

jack doohan

acts cool at first but the second you hit him with a “yes, sir,” he’s toast.

blinks. stares at the floor. full body flush.

“you alright?”

“yep. yeah. mmhm.”

loves your voice but doesn’t tease. just listens. takes in every word.

gets kind of protective when people joke about your accent. “don’t be weird. it’s just how she talks.”

one time you called him “honeybun” in the middle of a race debrief and he messed up a tire strategy.

definitely the type to lowkey start picking up your phrasing — you catch him saying “reckon” once and he immediately denies it.

“i didn’t say that. you imagined it.”

he 100% said that.

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

pretends he’s unfazed but absolutely notices every time you say something country-coded.

raises an eyebrow and goes “what does that even mean?” but secretly writes it down for later.

makes sarcastic comments like “you gonna ride a horse to the race next?” while absolutely staring when you wear boots to media.

calls you “cowgirl” in the driest voice imaginable but it makes you grin every time.

once heard you say “lord have mercy” under your breath and now repeats it back in a bad drawl just to mess with you.

claims he’s above it, but the second you call him “baby” in a sweet voice, he forgets how to speak.

accidentally got flustered once when you offered to teach him how to line dance. “oh. uh. yeah. maybe.”

gabriel bortoleto

fully enchanted from day one. like… heart-eyes level enchanted.

asks you a million questions. “wait, say that again? what does it mean when you say ‘bless his heart’?”

doesn’t mock, just listens with a little awe in his expression.

is super respectful, always like “you sound really cool” instead of teasing.

lowkey tries to learn southern slang so he can flirt back better.

once called you “sugar” in a heavy brazilian accent and you nearly fainted.

gives you that boyish grin and shrugs like “you started it.”

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[mrsbarnesblog]

i've got you

masterlist

summary: after getting a terrifying message from you manipulative ex, you lock yourself in the Camerons’ guest bathroom, spiraling into panic as everything starts to fall apart. what you don't expect is Rafe walking in and completely losing it when he realizes what’s going on.

word count: 2k

warnings: SA (non-consensual recording and sex while being drunk), blackmailing, panic attack, protective Rafe

The guest bathroom in the Cameron’s house felt like the safest place at the moment, and the second you closed the door, you collapsed on the floor, constantly buzzing with your phone still in your hand. 

It’s been like that for the last hour—endless messages from your ex, Ethan, who hasn’t wanted to leave you alone since you two broke up a few weeks ago. But when you were sitting with Sarah in the kitchen while she was cooking something on the stove and your phone lit up with a message, a video of you from him, your heart dropped to your stomach. 

Your hands started shaking violently, tears blurred your vision, as you couldn’t believe what you saw. It was just a preview, just a few seconds, but it was enough to understand. It was you on the bed, the dress from a few months ago when you went out with Ethan and some friends was gathered around your waist. You remember being drunk, barely conscious when he took you home, and then the next morning with pain all over your body. 

You didn’t remember having sex.

Sarah was oblivious to your breakdown, and you quickly managed to slip away from the kitchen, mumbling to her that you needed to use the restroom. 

You sat on the floor, back against the wall, staring at your phone screen with your heart thudding so hard it echoed in your ears. A consuming panic washed over you when messages kept coming from him.

Ethan (1:08 PM):

You really think I won’t do it? You think I won’t show them what you let me record? And i have more

Ethan (1:09 PM):

You looked so sweet in that video. Moaning for me like a slut. I bet Sarah’s brother would LOVE to see it.

Your blood turned to ice.

You don’t remember agreeing to anything. You would never have let that happen. He must’ve taken the pictures and videos without you knowing. You’d trusted him, loved him, been so fucking stupid—

It must be a nightmare. It should be, right? Ethan was bothering you, trying to convince you to go back to him, but straight up blackmailing you? You curled into yourself tighter, digging your nails into your thighs, as hiccups and cries shook your whole body. You couldn’t catch your breath, couldn’t stop your mind from racing because there was nothing you could do. No one who could help. And if those images were released? If they were sent to Rafe? You would be done for. 

The door cracked open before you could even register it, and the person whom you wanted to see the least in that state stood in the doorway. 

“Yo,” Rafe said casually. “Sarah said you were—“ Your head whipped up in panic at his voice, eyes growing wide, before you started desperately wiping at your face to hide the flow of your tears. But he froze when he saw you on the floor, looking so small and helpless. 

“The fuck—“ He muttered, stepping inside slowly, cautiously. “Hey, what the fuck’s goin’ on?” 

“Nothing.” You croak, voice raspy. “I’m fine. Just— just leave, Rafe.” 

“You’re crying. You don’t look fine.” 

“I said I’m—” You started to snap, but your voice cracked halfway through, and then you choked back a sob, curling in again.

“Fuck.” He muttered again under his breath, kneeling in front of you. “What happened?”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut, as if it would make the situation not real. But you couldn’t hide the way your face scrunched as if you were in pain or hide the bubbling feeling of pure panic, and Rafe saw that. “It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Who hurt you, hm? You can talk to me, I promise.” His voice was smooth and soft as never before. When he raised his hand to softly brush the side of your face, it was slow and cautious to not scare you even more. You open your mouth to lie, to say that it was just stress, or your parents, or your period, but your phone, lying face up on the tiles, lit up with another message, and your whole body went rigid.

Rafe’s eyes flicked down, instantly seeing the name, then looked back at you with curiosity and a hint of defensiveness. He knew the story between you and your ex. He saw how he treated you, saw you struggling to keep it all together, and he was the first one to congratulate you when you finally announced your breakup. 

So seeing you react like that told him everything he needed to know. 

“Let me see.” It was not an order, but his words were firm as he took hold of your wrist. You shook your head violently, wanting to hide your phone and downplay everything. 

“No— Rafe, don’t look!” 

He snatched your phone away before you could even process it, fingers moving quickly to unlock it. 

The heavy silence filled the room when his eyes scanned your screen, seeing the message you didn’t even read yourself. “What. The. Fuck.” He looked up at you, jaw clenched, eyes wide with barely contained rage. “Is this real?”

He suddenly stood up, his actions almost frantic and panicked, and you jump up from the floor right after him as if automatically. You wanted to rip your phone away, but there was no point anymore—he saw everything, and you were way too tired and exhausted to fight anyway. 

The silence that hung in the bathroom was suffocating, crushing, pulsing with the weight of everything that had just been revealed. Rafe stood there like a statue, gripping your phone so tightly his knuckles turned bone white, and his chest rose and fell with each sharp, shaky inhale, like he was barely containing an explosion. His jaw was clenched so hard you thought he might grind his teeth to dust. You could see the way his whole body was vibrating with fury, and when his eyes lifted from the phone to meet yours, they weren’t just angry. They were wild. Dark. Protective in a way that made your throat close up.

“What the fuck is this?” He spat, low and dangerous, his voice barely more than a growl. “What the actual fuck am I looking at right now?”

You couldn’t answer. Your lips parted, but nothing came out. You weren’t even crying anymore, you were just frozen. Humiliated. All you could do was curl your arms around your body tighter as the shame flooded you, soaked into your skin, and made you want to disappear. Rafe’s eyes dropped back to the screen, and you followed his gaze as he was staring at the first image. It was you, lying on Ethan’s bed. Your head turned to the side, half-lidded eyes, a soft expression that you now recognized as tipsy, barely coherent. The straps of your tank top were pushed down around your upper arms. No bra. The thin sheet pulled across your body did nothing to hide your exposed chest. One of the other photos was taken from behind with you on your stomach, bare, the lower half of your body completely visible, the shape of your thighs and your ass captured without any shame.

“I didn’t know.” You whispered, your voice cracking and dry, and it felt like you couldn’t even breathe properly. “I swear to God, Rafe… I didn’t know he took them.” You didn’t look up, feeling shame and embarrassment washing over you. “H-he sent me a video.” You whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure if you said it aloud at first, your eyes zeroing on the floor as your whole doby went numb. But Rafe heard you. He tensed instantly, hands stiffening around your phone still in his hand.

“A video?” He repeated, slowly. Carefully. His voice was like the calm before a hurricane. “What video?”

You nodded, trembling. “Of us. Of me, mostly. I—I was drunk, and he filmed everything. I don’t even remember it, but h-he sent it to me today.” 

You broke again then, sliding down on the floor, helpless, sobbing so hard your body curled in on itself, your hands covering your face, unable to bear the thought of Rafe picturing you like that—not just naked, but used. Taken advantage of. 

For a long moment, Rafe didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just stood there, chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths, phone still gripped in his hand like he was about to smash it against the wall. Then, slowly, he lowered it on the countertop, and something in him cracked. Your cries, how desperate and sad they sounded, made him lose his mind, made him want to destroy everything and everyone who hurt you. 

His hands ran through his hair roughly as he looked away, trying to keep it together, despite fuming from the inside. But it wasn’t working. His entire body was tense, like a live wire ready to snap. He pounded his fist into the bathroom wall so hard that you heard a crack, and you jumped from the loud sound. The last thing you wanted was for him to hate you or to see you in a different light after those pictures.  

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He said immediately, his voice breaking. He dropped to his knees in front of you, fingers twitching like he didn’t know how to touch you to not scare you even more. “I’m not mad at you. I swear I’m not. I’m just—I’m losing my fucking mind here, baby.” That word slipped out like it was natural for him, and your breath hitched. Rafe’s hands cupped your cheeks, his blue, wild eyes looking for yours, while he tried to wipe your tears.

“That motherfucker is dead.” He hissed, voice rough with emotion. “I’m not even fucking joking. I will kill him. He touched you when you were barely conscious? He fucking recorded you? Sent that shit to you as a threat? Threatened to show me?”

“He knows what you mean to me. He wants you to see me that way so I wouldn’t have any choice but to go back to him.” You whisper. “I didn’t want you to see me like that. I just—fuck, Rafe, I feel so ashamed. I feel disgusting. I didn’t want you to see this version of me, not through his eyes.”

“You think I give a single fuck about how you look in those videos or photos? About what you did with him?”

You looked down again, shaking, unable to meet his eyes.

“I do care.” He said, softer, lifting your face up again. “But not because you were naked. I care because it wasn’t your choice. That wasn’t you, baby. That was him taking advantage of you. And that makes me want to destroy every bone in his fucking body.”

You finally met his gaze again. His jaw was clenched so tight you could hear it grind, and his eyes were glistening with the kind of rage that came from caring too much.

Rafe leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. His hands were on your thighs now, still shaking slightly. “You’re mine. Even if we’re not together yet. ” He said, barely above a whisper, like it was a truth he hadn’t even realized until that moment. “I wanted you for too long, let that scumbag treat you the way you didn’t deserve. But you’re fucking mine, and I swear to God, I’m not letting anyone hurt you like that again.” You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“I’m gonna take care of this.��� He muttered, so close you could feel his breath. “You don’t have to do a thing. You don’t even have to see that piece of shit again. I’m gonna make sure he never gets near you, never gets the chance to make you feel this way. Nobody will ever see that stuff, you hear me?”

“Rafe…” Your voice cracked again, barely holding together, tugging him closer by the shirt, seeking more comfort.

“Shh.” He whispered, brushing your tear-streaked cheek with his thumb. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. I’ve fucking got you.”

[hyunjincanraptoo]

congrats on 500!!!!! i would be happy with literally ANY chan prompt 🥹

Hi, baby! I chose number 11 to you 🤭 This is somehow very self indulgent and so Chan coded imo. And idk about you guys but I miss blonde channie so I had to bring him back. I also reunited all the songs in one playlist :)

11. You made me a mixtape? (I forgot to add this sentence to the story 😅)

Word count: 0.7k

No warnings, this is pure fluff & shy Channie 

Alexa, play Love Language by TOMORROW X TOGETHER 

It starts with a knock you almost miss. Just one— soft, fain, kinda shy 

By the time you open the door, the hallway's already empty, except for a small brown paper bag on your welcome mat. There’s no name, just a little doodled heart on the label, and a playlist titled:

“What’s your love language? This is mine…”, scrawled across a CD sleeve 

Inside you found a carefully labeled CD, five small sticky notes, each folded and numbered. And a slightly crumpled pack of banana flavored candy.

For a moment, you know who made this.

You laugh— because it’s very him.

You slide the CD into your laptop, press play, and sit cross legged on the bed as the first track starts.

Track 1: “Friday I’m In Love” – The Cure

 You unfold the first sticky note.

“It was a Friday. You borrowed a pen from me and tapped it against your lip while thinking. I couldn’t focus for the rest of the lecture. That’s when I realized: I was screwed. I liked you. Like, really liked you”

You press your hand to your mouth to stifle a grin.

Track 2: “Out of My Head” – Khalid & John Mayer

“I tried not to fall. I really did. But then you leaned over to help me find a page in my textbook and your fingers brushed mine. I didn’t sleep that night thinking about you. Still don’t, sometimes”

You clutch the note to your chest.

Track 3: “Banana Pancakes” – Jack Johnson

“Okay… this one’s kind of a dream, but I think about it a lot. Just… you, me, a rainy day, coffee and bad banana pancakes. You laughing at my kitchen while wearing one of my hoodies... I’d be the luckiest man in the whole world”

That explains the banana candy. Of course, Chan doesn't miss details.

Track 4: “Sweet” – Cigarettes After Sex

  “If I ever get to kiss you, I want it to feel like this song. Slow, careful, like we’ve got all the time in the world. I don’t want it to spark and disappear, I want it to stay. I think you’d taste like something sweet. I’d never get tired of it"

Your cheeks burn so hot you have to pause the music for a second.

Track 5: “I Wanna Be Yours” – Arctic Monkeys

“I know this song is kind of dramatic, but I mean every word of it... but in my own way. I don’t need grand gestures, I’d rather be the one who walks you home, who remembers your coffee order, who stays even when things aren’t easy. I wanna be yours, in the quiet, lingering way”

The music fade gently, and you swear you can hear Chan’s heartbeat in every note.

Whipping some tears, you’re already grabbing your hoodie, barefoot, heart racing, mixtape in one hand.

You swing open the door— and there he is, waiting by the stairs.

 His blonde hair is falling in his eyes, one hand behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels. The other hand holds a small, but beautiful, bouquet of your favorite flower .

He stands there under the porch light, with his hoodie sleeves covering his fingers like they’re trying to protect him from how exposed he feels.

You’re holding the mixtape to your chest. Your heart's pounding messy in your chest.

Chan tries to smile, but it’s shaky.

“So…” he starts, voice breathless, “do you… wanna live this story with me?”

You don’t answer, not with words.

You just lean in and kiss him— warmly and gently.

At first, he doesn’t move. Just freezes, widening his eyes. A faint gasp gets caught in his throat like he’s not sure this is really happening.

But then, his shoulders relax. His fingers uncurl around the flowers. And he kisses you back like it’s the first time he’s let himself feel the full weight of hope.

When you pull away, his cheeks are bright pink, lips parted, eyes searching yours like if he blinked he would wake up.

“W–was that… real?”

You grin and tuck your hand into his.

“Yeah”, you whisper, “And I think we just wrote track 6”

He blinks, stunned, “track 6?”

You hold up the mixtape with a playful tilt of your head, “The beginning. Every playlist needs a good opener for what comes next”

You pull out your phone, and hit play.

The smooth beat of 'Day 1' by Honne spills out of the speaker

“'Cause from day one, I was already yours. And if this is where we start… I can’t wait to see the rest"

He makes a shy noise, something in between a laugh and a whimper, and buries his smile behind the flowers.

“I think that’s the best one", he mumbles.

You nudge his shoulder, “Now we just have to write track 7 together"

"I want to write the whole album with you"

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[withdulce]

adore me — joel miller

pairings sunshine!reader x joel miller

summary feeding joel cookies then telling him you’re pregnant causing him to accidentally and unintentionally choke.

tags grumpy and sunshine unspecified age gap. pregnancy. sweet talking. dirty taking soft joel miller, reader being a sunshine. joel calling you darling, sweetheart, baby, pure sweetness. slight swearing. jackson era. joel being dirty and freaky. established relationship

a/n this is unedited

the first time joel met you, you had a gun pointed against his head. 

yet here you were. oh, how have the table turned. time had molded the two of you into something the both of you had not quite expected. five years. it felt like a lifetime and a blink all at once. 

it started with how joel’s gruff exterior softened just barely when he saw you patching up ellie’s wound, your hands steady and soft to the touch. the first time you caught him really staring, was after a long patrol together after encountering a group of raiders just a few months after you three arrived at jackson.

his eyes didn’t miss how your sweat trailed down your neck, disappearing beneath your shirt. he knew better than to let his eyes liger too long especially with someone younger but something about you  in that moment, raw and unguarded made it impossible to look away.

you caught him, of course. leaving joel to mutter something under his breath, something that wasn’t a compliment but is not far from it either. 

after that day, something subtle but undeniable shifted. the space between the two of you grew smaller, your conversations grew longer lingering past their usual cut-off after your patrol together is done. joel found himself stealing glances at you more, his responses less clipped which both didn’t go unnoticed.

you started watching him in a different way too. with the way his expression softened when he wasn’t guarding himself. the way his voice, normally gruff and impatient, turns soft and held something quieter when he talks to you. 

and then there were the touches, small at first. a brush of fingers when passing supplies, the holding of hands whenever joel helps you to ride your horse ignoring the fact that you have told him many times that you can do it by yourself. 

over time, it grew bolder. the two of you testing boundaries but never pulling away.  

it was dangerous, this thing growing between you. unspoken, hanging thick in the air and so, day after day, it built until neither of the two of you can could ignore it anymore. 

the warm scent of baked goods lingered in the air, wrapping the home in something comforting, something undeniably safe.

you glanced up just as joel pushed through the front door, exhaustion hanging on his shoulders like a heavy coat.

“baby! i missed you like crazy” joel barely had time to react before you threw yourself  into his arms, squeezing him so tight he almost lost his breath. he chuckled, surprised but not complaining, arms wrapping around her instinctively. 

“missed you too, sweetheart” he murmured against her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of home, of you  after a long patrol day. but something was felt different. she felt different. 

“you bake somethin’ delicious for me darling?”

you grinned, holding up a plate. “i did, thought i’d treat you today since you had to survive patrol without me.” 

joel shook his head with a tired chuckle, tossing his gear onto the table as they sat in the couch. “you spoil me.”

you, grabbing a cookie and holding it up. “you love me now open up.”

“fuck i love cookies, especially your cookies and i’m talking about the other one” joel smirked his eyes with a hint of amusement as he tried so hard not to laugh and kiss you right her right now. 

“open your mouth, old man.” you wiggled the cookie at him, trying to suppress your laughter. “let me feed you baby. you deserve it.”

joel scoffed, giving you a look. “i ain’t a damn baby.”

“but you are my baby” you said, emphasizing the word ‘are’ 

“my only baby” you added as you smiled softly at him. the kind of smile that can brighten anyone’s day, yeah that one. joel smiled, he had never felt this kind of love for someone before besides his daughter sarah.

with a resigned shake of his head, joel finally opened his lips, letting the love of his life carefully place the cookie between them. he took a bite, chewing slowly and then, much to your satisfaction, his eyes widened slightly.

“damn baby,” he muttered through the crumbs. you beamed. “so good, right?” your voice so sweet.

joel swallowed, glancing at you with something softer beneath his rough exterior. “ain’t bad.”

you gasped in mock offense. “ain’t bad? these are amazing.”

“i know but i know for a fact that you are more delicious, tempting, and sweet than these cookies.” 

“you flatter me, miller.”

joel chuckled, reaching for another one himself, but you swatted his hand away just in time. “nuh-uh. i’m feeding you.”

joel huffed. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i am, exclusively and obsessively and ridiculously in love with you.” you whispered. the distance between the two of you growing closer and closer. 

“i love you more than words sweetheart.”

you hummed. “i know”

joel smirked as he finished his second cookie, shaking his head at your obvious satisfaction in feeding him. 

“alright, now it’s your turn,” he said, grabbing a cookie from the plate.

“didn’t think you had it in you, old man.”

joel huffed, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. “you had your fun. now humor me.”

“fine. but I expect a five-star experience.” 

joel playfully rolled his eyes before holding up the cookie, inching it closer to your lips. “open up.” you smirked, leaning forward just slightly, teasing. “this is kinda romantic, don’t you think?” 

you chuckled, finally taking a bite. a small, satisfied hum escaped your lips as you chewed. “damn. i outdid myself.”

joel watched you, his usual guarded expression softening as you enjoyed your creation. “yeah,” he muttered, voice quieter. “you did sweetheart,”

joel simply reached for another cookie, but this time, instead of feeding it to you, he broke off a piece and popped it into his own mouth, smirking around it.

“you betray me like this? after everything?”

joel shrugged. “didn’t say i was gonna feed you the whole time.”

you fell quiet. brows furrowing as he looked her over. “feelin’ better?” his rough palm lifted to cup your cheek, thumb brushing lightly along your skin, searching for any signs of sickness that had kept you  inside that morning.

you grinned, eyes shining brighter than usual, almost nervous. “way better”

“i—uh,” you swallowed, then let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head as you stood up. joel following you. “i’m pregnant, joel.” you said as you turned to him, grabbing his calloused hands, pressing them against you stomach. 

joel froze as he choked on the cookies.

you were watching him now, so damn vulnerable.

joel’s gaze dropped to where his hands rested against your stomach, his heart hammering in his chest. his fingers flexed slightly, almost in disbelief, before lifting his eyes back to you.

“sweetheart…” his voice was quiet, like he was afraid saying anything too loudly might make the moment disappear. you nodded, biting her lip as her smile trembled “yeah?”

“you baked cookies for me and then hit me with this?” his voice was hoarse, cracking slightly at the edges. he quickly reached out for a glass of water. you let out a breathy laugh, relieved, nudging him lightly. 

“figured you’d take the news better with food.”

joel shook his head, still gripping your like he needed to keep you close, needed to steady himself through the whirlwind of emotions hitting him all at once.

“a baby,” he murmured, as if testing the word. your fingers laced through his, grounding him. “our baby.”

“sweetheart… i—, i don’t even got the words.” he muttered, voice cracking as pure happiness threatened to overwhelm him. 

you laughed softly, pressing your forehead against his. “guess i finally found a way to shut you up.”

he pulled back just enough to cup your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks with a gentleness that contrasted his usual rough demeanor. his gaze, usually guarded, was wide open, vulnerable, soft, utterly awestruck.

“you’re havin’ our baby,” he murmured, voice uneven, filled with something so tender it made your breath hitch.

“damn, baby. i have always dreamed of you carrying a part of me. god, this is the best damn thing.”

she smirked. “you gonna cry, old man?”

joel huffed out another laugh, sniffing once before shaking his head. “nah. not yet.” then, after a beat, his voice dipped, playful, warm, full of something deeper. “i’m gonna make love with ya tonight, baby.”

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck again, letting yourself sink into him. and joel, who had spent his life fighting to survive, finally let himself feel something worth living for.

[sweetshuga]

"Take off your shirt, sweetheart — let me see those perfect tits." Matt murmured huskily against your neck as his lips trailed along your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He pulled back slightly, watching as you complied and took off your shirt, revealing your bare tits to his hungry gaze.

"Fuck me..." Matt muttered, his mouth watering at the sight. His hands immediately reached up to test your weight and softness, groaning low in his chest when he felt the warmth of your skin against his palms.

"So fucking beautiful." He complimented as he leaned in to nuzzle his face in the valley between your breasts, inhaling your sweet scent.

Your hips began to move back and forth, providing delicious friction between your bodies, eliciting soft moans from you and muttered praises from Matt.

"Juust like that..." Matt breathed out. "You’re doing soo good, baby — fuuckkk..." He groaned against your skin, his hands massaging your tits as he began to leave soft kisses in the valley of your tits.

He trailed his lips from the valley of your breasts to the swell of them, gently taking one of your hard peaks into his mouth and sucking gently, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub.

One of his hands fondled your other breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, occasionally giving it a soft tug.

The faster your hips moved against his boner, the more he lavished attention to your tits — trying his best to distract himself from the overwhelming pleasure but also wanting to make you feel good.

Your fingers tangled in Matt’s hair, tugging gently at his fluffy brown locks, but also pulling his head closer to your chest at the same time.

Matt moaned in pleasure due to the slight pressure of your fingers pulling his hair. He loved it when you did that.

"Such perfect fucking tits." Matt rasped against your left breast before giving your right breast the same attention, frequently switching between your tits as you continued to grind against him.

"Prof... feels s’good-" Your breath hitched, cutting off your whimpered words. Your hips stuttered as you felt your stomach tighten with your impending orgasm, watching with hooded eyes and parted lips as Matt worshipped your tits.

He looked up at you with those intense blue eyes of his when he heard you go silent, and you felt yourself right at the edge of something earth-shattering.

Matt pulled back, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly before helping you move back and forth faster, pulling you down harder onto his hard bulge when he noticed that you were close to finishing.

"C’mon, sweetheart... Let go for me," Matt encouraged, his hips moving in sync with yours to double the friction.

Your breathing grew shallower, hitching frequently as you clutched onto Matt’s shoulders for balance but also to ground yourself from the pressure building in your tummy.

"Matt-- c-cumming—mmfh—m’cumming!" You cried out as you felt the first wave of intense pleasure wash over you, warmth spreading in your stomach.

Your face contorted in pure ecstasy, hips twitching and tits bouncing slightly with each quick intake of breath.

Matt would never get enough of this sight.

"Theere you go... my good girl." Matt murmured, slowing his hips and languidly moving them back and forth under you to help you ride out your high.

You slumped against him after a while, your body wracked with small tremors from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Matt pressed gentle kisses against your hair and temple, his hands caressing your sides and lower back as he held you close, whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ear.

"My sweet Venus."

[divadowndivadown]

Lowkey would love to just be a vampire lord’s sweet little maid… just a precious little human who they couldn’t imagine being without, so warm and lovely, a perfect addition to the cold walls of their castle. Once a simple human they just wanted to lure in and feast on to becoming their obsession maid that they are pathetically and unapologetically in love with. You did the dishes? Endless praise. You swept up the floor? Kissing you till you’re completely lightheaded. You dusted their study for them? Eating you out on the desk till you’re a soft, babbling mess under them. Why? Because how else are they supposed to show you how proud and precious you are to them?

Story under the cut diva🫶

Here’s part two <3

You live in a very busy city, you are overworked and utterly underpaid. Your bus driver has arrived 20 minutes late consistently, resulting in two warnings from your absolute bitch of a boss. And to top it all off your partner hasn’t been pulling their weight and you’ve even caught them cheating a few months back, but you live with them and can’t even afford to move out. Can you do anything about it? Not in the slightest, so you just suck it up for the time being and hope you don’t get fired or kicked out.

After 10 gruesome hours in a cubicle, you drag yourself out of your chair and wait an hour for the last bus to come. Half awake you notice an weary paper ad on the side of the bus:

Live-in Maid Position Opening - 592 Westcroft Crescent Road - 50 miles from City - Well paying - Phone: XXX-XXX-XXXX

Out of pure curiosity and indifference you take the ad home and in the morning waver on the idea before calling, and just before you hang up a calm, quiet voice answers the phone, “This is the Damascus Manor, who do I have the pleasure of conversing with?”

The voice startled you, the eerie chill of the man’s voice on the phone sends a shiver down your spine, but you greet them in kind before continuing on, “I was- I had found your ad and wanted to know about the position further…?”

A beat passed before his voice responded. It became slightly more lighthearted, but not without its voice dropping a half octave, “Oh, of course my dear~.. the position is wide open, are you sure you are interested? It’s not a very hard job, just simple mopping, sweeping, dusting. You will be well accommodated and fed.. but the manor is quite secluded from the busy city life.. unless that’s a positive..?” His voice coos, as if he knew you needed that break from the exhausting 9 to 5, that you had wanted an out so badly and that this was your chance.

“Heh.. definitely a positive… how long will the position be open for?” You softy chuckle, but your eyes widen and your breath hitches as he affirmed, “For you…? All of eternity…. We’ll be awaiting your arrival..” and before you can even come up with a response he hangs up, leaving a sense of mystery, intrigue and.. hope.

Two weeks later of indecisive thinking, you make the decision to quit your job and accept the job at the Damascus Manor, packing up all your clothes and important possessions. Slightly impulsive, sure, but at least you’re doing something right for you. You get a drive to the manor from a family friend, if you could even call it that.

It’s basically a castle, regal and elegant even its aging bricks. The air is thick with a lingering feeling of uncertainty and unease as you walk up to the grand doors, strong thick oak beautifully carved into intricate, hypnotic designs. Looking back to see your ride has already swiftly left, you knock firmly in hopes of someone hearing your arrival, and after a few minutes you go to bang harder, but then the door opens while your hand is in mid swing. Your chest tightens in embarrassment as you quickly pull your hands back from the door once you make eye contact with what you can assume is the manor’s butler.

“Hi.. uh… I’m here for the maid position…?” You inquire, looking at him up and down, he’s an old man radiating a calm yet chilling, eerie aura like the man you talked to two weeks ago. He nods slowly and his voice sounds the same as on the phone, “Yes… it is nice to see you in the.. flesh. The master of the manor was beginning to doubt if you were coming. I’m glad to see you’re doing well, darling… come in.” He jests, stepping back to let you in.

The first thing that hits your senses is the smell of warm hickory mixed in with subtle musk and dust, there are old spiderwebs clinging to every nook and cranny and every unused surface has a visible film of dust, not exactly filthy but definitely enough for constant sneezing. But even through the dust, the ambiance of the manor is unmatched, breathing in elegance and exhaling a vintage like grace. “Wow.. this place feels even bigger on the inside..” you noted, earning a quiet huff from the butler.

“If you will come with me, my lord doesn’t take kindly to procrastination.” He advised as he started to walk away, not even giving you a chance to put down your bags. You let out a disgruntled sigh and dropped your things, watching as the big oak door closes on its own leaves you feeling a touch more uneasy but you shake it off and jog after the butler. Looking around at the gorgeous art displayed around the halls in awe and fascination.

Soon enough the butler leaves you at a door, the air somehow thickens as you reach out to open the door and uneasiness floods into your gut as the door creaks open by itself. You take it as a silent invitation inside, walking in slowly as you take in the grand study, one wall lined with a huge library of books and the other covered with lavish, beautiful art.

A deep, rich resonant voice is heard from inside the room, “Come closer, little one. I don’t have all night.” Their words a firm demand yet oddly soft, leaving your heart racing as you step up to the imposing desk. The candlelit room making their presence all the more ominous and intimidating as the little light of the room does well to obscure their face from your view.

“Hello, my liege… I’m here for the maid position-” you began jokingly, but the air leaves your lungs as they move closer, letting you see their maroon red eyes, hauntingly gorgeous eyes holding intrigued malice. They instantly notice your switch up and grin almost tenderly as they move from behind the desk to in front of you, their smile and eyes grow with sinister intensity as they hear your heart flutter like a hummingbird’s wings.

“Hm… the maid position.. yes.” They acknowledged slowly, their movements relaxed and precise as they reach up and press their thumb against your pulse. They breathe in your youthful ignorance like a breath of fresh air, already salivating over how sweet your blood must taste while your eyes flutter and breath hitches as you take all of them in, regal and ageless despite obviously being older than you, feeling trapped under their gaze.

But as soon as your eyes see their fangs and their eyes meet yours, your minds share the same sentiment:

Fuck…

And before the fear and panic come in at full force, you find yourself wrapped up in their lap, their face snuggled deep into your neck, arms wrapped around your waist tightly and their breathing deep and hard as they groan against your skin, “…you will be my maid… just… mine.”

[makingfanfictionstosleep]

Pouring affections on Nanami Kento

One-shot. Fluff. Suggestive. Light. Boyfriend Nanami x Fem Reader

Nanami’s evening was supposed to be quiet.

He’s just gotten home, loosened his tie, and set down his briefcase. The apartment smells like jasmine tea—your doing, of course—and the lights are low and warm. Peaceful.

He sighs contentedly… right before you peek your head around the corner.

“Kento,” you say softly, with that look in your eyes.

Oh no.

He knows that look.

You walk over with small, quick steps and gently press your face into his chest, like you’ve been waiting all day just to be near him. No dramatic entrance, no shouting—just pure, quiet excitement pouring off you like sunshine.

“You’re home,” you mumble, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“I am,” he murmurs, setting a hand at the back of your head.

You pull back just enough to beam at him, eyes wide and sparkling. “I have so much energy and I don’t know what to do with it, so I’m going to give it all to you, okay?”

Nanami sighs like a man who’s both blessed and mildly overwhelmed. “Is there a responsible way to do that?”

You nod earnestly. “I’ll be gentle.”

Before he can react, you gently take his hand and start peppering his knuckles with tiny kisses, one by one.

“That’s very responsible of you,” he says dryly, but his thumb is brushing circles against your palm now.

You tug him over to the couch like an affectionate duckling leading her favorite person. “Sit. I need cuddles from my favorite man.”

He doesn’t protest. You climb into his lap the second he’s down, folding yourself into him like a cozy little puzzle piece, limbs tucked in, cheek pressed to his chest.

“You smell nice,” you say, nuzzling in.

“So do you,” he says, low and honest. “Did you plan this ambush?”

You shrug. “Maybe. I waited until your guard was down. I was patient.”

“You were peeking at the window waiting for me, weren’t you?”

“…Yes.”

He chuckles, and you melt.

For the next half hour, you gently overflow—running your fingers through his hair, humming little made-up songs about how handsome he is, quietly giggling when he gives you a long-suffering sigh that ends in a kiss to your temple.

Your bursts of affection aren’t loud—they’re persistent, soft, impossible to resist. You loop his tie loosely around your wrist like a ribbon, you gently trace the lines of his hand, and when you look up at him with those eyes full of light and whispered love, he honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“You’re too much sometimes,” he says, voice low.

“But like… in a good way?”

He presses his lips to your forehead. “In the best way.”

You smile sleepily, finally beginning to settle.

“See?” you whisper. “I told you I’d spend all my energy on you.”

He wraps both arms around you and rests his chin on your head.

“And I’d let you do it again.”

You barely have time to register the shift in Nanami’s expression before he stands up with one smooth, deliberate motion—hoisting you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all.

You squeal, surprised, arms dangling down his back as he steadies you with one hand.

“Kento!” you laugh, voice muffled by his shirt. “What are you doing?!”

“Relocating,” he says, deadpan.

And then, with the same calm precision he applies to curse extermination and budgeting spreadsheets—he gives your ass a firm little smack.

You gasp, half scandalized, half delighted. Then you immediately burst into a soft giggle, the sound like a bell in spring.

“That was rude,” you murmur through your laughter.

“Well, I can’t help it,” Nanami replies dryly, walking toward the bathroom.

He opens the door with one hand, still carrying you over his shoulder, and says calmly, “If you really have this much energy to spare, you can help me shower.”

That makes you giggle again, this time in that sweet, bubbly way that turns his heart to mush, no matter how composed he tries to look.

You gently thump your hand against his back, not really resisting. “You’re lucky I like you this much, Kento.”

He sets you down gently in the bathroom, and you tip your head up to look at him, smiling so wide it makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes shine with mischief and adoration.

“Can I wash your hair?” you ask innocently, already reaching for the shampoo.

He gives you a long look, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“If you behave,” he murmurs, “maybe I’ll let you.”

You grin.

You definitely won’t behave.

You flash him a grin — all sparkle and mischief — then take one step back.

Just one.

Then another.

Your fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, and with a slow, playful tug, you peel it up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor behind you like a trail he’s meant to follow.

Nanami’s eyes track your every movement, sharp and focused, but there’s a softness there too — like he’s savoring each second, imprinting it on his memory.

You step back again, peeling off the next layer, watching the way his jaw clenches just slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement and something much deeper. Hungrier.

“Kento,” you tease, voice light, “you’re staring.”

“I am,” he admits without shame, already loosening the buttons of his shirt as he follows your retreat. “How could I not?”

You giggle, the kind of bubbly sound that makes his chest ache a little in that good, overwhelming way. You drop another piece of clothing, still walking backward toward the shower.

Nanami stops just long enough to let his shirt slide off his shoulders — slow, deliberate — then runs a hand through his hair, a rare smirk playing on his lips. “You’re playing with fire,” he murmurs.

You just blink at him, wide-eyed and teasingly innocent.

And then he says, voice lower now, smooth and laced with promise:

"You’d better be ready. Because I have just as much energy as you tonight. Maybe more.”

You squeal-giggle, already flushed, already breathless — and then you yelp in surprise when he closes the distance in one stride and lifts you clean off the floor, strong arms locking around your waist.

You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips, chest pressed to his as he kisses you — full and slow, but deep enough to make your toes curl. His hands are warm, firm, and possessive against your skin, and when he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, you see it there again — that look like you’re the only thing that matters.

He carries you straight into the shower, both of you still smiling, skin flushed, breath mingling in the steamy air as the water starts to pour around you, he began to pepper kisses in your neck, your skin. You reveled in his touches, giggles turned to moans, playful turned to heated touches.

And when he finally filled you deep, you let him hear how much he is affecting you, and he loved it.

And in that moment — wrapped around him, cradled in his arms, mewling against his lips — all you can think is:

I’m so lucky.

[trashytracktales]

I’m not sure if you’ve touched on this topic before, and forgive me if this is a weird thing to ask but how do you think lando would be if his gf had really painful and heavy periods? (Suffering one rn) do you think he’d be just a pure gentleman?🥹

Aw lovey, I’m so sorry. I get excruciating cramps too, so I feel you deeply. If you ever want tips to deal with it (maybe there’s something you haven’t tried yet) or just to vent, my DMs are always open. Sending you love and warmth right now ♥︎

And YES!! I fully believe that’s when you’d see Lando in peak soft-boy mode 🥺

He may not be an expert, but he knows how to run warm baths with your favorite bubbles.

Favorite snacks are already stocked.

Tracks your cycle quietly in his phone so he knows when to be extra gentle and sweet without needing to be reminded.

Make you laugh on purpose because he knows it distracts you (read as being dumb until you smile).

Usually sleeps like the dead, but if you so much as shift in pain during the night, he’s up like a bunny, sliding his hand under your shirt to gently rub your belly.

Calls your uterus a little bitch.

Talks absolute filth if you’re feeling insecure and gross, “Bleeding or not, I’d still get on my knees for you”. And you know what? He would.

[markkiatocafe]

for the writing event could u please do yushi with scientist 🥹

scientist

a short story with yushi of nct wish

⚛︎ warnings: slight teasing, silly oblivious yushi, other than that pure fluff!!!!!

⚛︎ synop: you thought that by now, your pining would be obvious to your best friend. but apparently, he needs to be a professional to pick up on your signs 🤔

⚛︎ pairing: gn!reader x bestfriend!yushi

⚛︎ w.c: 513

⚛︎ a/n: i rlly hope this is ok…. it maybe ooc so im so so sorry if it is!!!! pls be kind if you have feedback or criticism >< i hope you all enjoy tho :3 i also got a teeny bit carried away with this one…. woopsies…. sometimes i need to stop letting the words carry me instead of my own brain

you were having a movie night with yushi. rewatching a series that brought a lot of comfort and nostalgia to the both of you, harry potter, was always a good way to just unwind after a long stressful week. you had been friends for a while now, at least a few years, so hangouts like this weren’t uncommon. giggles, childishly made pillow forts, popcorn, and fun. well, over all these years, it seems like there has been an advancement in how you felt about yushi.

maybe it was the way he relentlessly teased you, maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he loved. whatever it was, something had made you fall for yushi. and especially over this last year, you’ve been trying your hardest to give him signs, yet, apparently, the lingering touches and suspiciously-sweet compliments didn’t convince him.

“you know, yushi,” you spoke up, your voice muffled by the popcorn in your mouth, tone soft but holding a hint mischief, the sound of the movie still playing in the background. “you act like you’re all high-and-mighty, but you’re pretty oblivious to simple things.” you stated, your voice casual but teasing.

he raised an eyebrow, looking over at you and taking a piece of popcorn out of the bowl in between you two, eating it and swallowing before replying. “what do you mean?”

you let out a soft giggle, tilting your head and humming. “well, for example, yesterday. remember when i told you i got you your favorite perfume because i remembered you liked it?” 

“yeah…?” he replied.

“do you remember the time i got you an exo album the day after you told me you liked them...?” you asked, drawing out your voice more in hopes of getting the idea into his head.

he nodded, smiling softly as his eyebrows knot together, confused still but intrigued. “yeah, that was really sweet of you. why does that make me oblivious though?“

you giggled, rolling your eyes and looking back to the tv. “i think it would be pretty obvious by now that i like you, no? i mean… yeah, friends can do that, but i even called you cute before, and you didn’t even think twice about that???”

his eyes widened at your sudden confession. “woah, woah, woah… that was, like, a passing comment. i didn’t think you meant it in… that way, you can’t blame me for that.”

you shrugged, looking back over at him, the look in your eyes growing more tender by the second. “fair. i’m guessing that means you don’t like me back though, with how you didn’t even mention that?” you inquired, not mad or bitter, but you couldn’t deny there was a little sting in your heart.

“hey,” he furrowed his eyebrows, “i never said that! don’t go putting words in my mouth… i actually like you, too.” he said, his voice quieting down a bit.

the sting fluttered into a warmth, a warmer smile falling on your lips. “well, i guess that’s one thing we both agree on then, huh?” 

[neowonderland]

hii i love your work!! can you write smth with jaem x innocent y/n 🥺

Of course! I'm glad you enjoy my work! I didn't write a ton of smut if it's okay <3

Pairings: Jaemin x reader Warnings: 18+, noncon touching, corruption kink wc: 0.5k

You’re so innocent and gullible, trusting Jaemin when he has no pure intentions.

You’re so oblivious to Jaemin’s flirting, wide doe eyes always staring up at him in awe, always laughing at his little jokes with a pretty smile and cute laugh. Your outfits are always so nice and neat, your body adorned with pretty skirts and bows, with your makeup done to perfection.

And Jaemin adores innocent and cute things. You think Jaemin’s being nice when he buys you new dresses, new skirts, new shoes, and new makeup. You think he’s being nice when he plays dress up with you, dressing you in your new outfits, applying blush to the apples of your cheeks, and lipstick to your lips. You think he’s being nice when he compliments you affectionately, always calling you adorable, sweet, and his “pretty princess”.

You’re so naive, always inviting Jaemin into your room, trusting Jaemin so much, thinking that he has no other intentions. Jaemin knows you’re a virgin too, a fact you shyly admitted to him once late into the night as you two cuddled in your bed. He wonders what you’d be like when he finally fucks you for the first time and takes your virginity. But all Jaemin can think about when he’s dressing you up is how you’d look under him, skirt hiked up and shirt wrinkled, cheeks flushed, lipstick smeared, mascara ruined and running down your face. That image of you haunts him, with Jaemin spending so many sleepless nights in his room alone, fucking into his fist and cum spilling across his stomach as he images ruining you. 

It’s not long until Jaemin’s dreams become a reality when you invite Jaemin back to your place after one of your long shopping sprees. 

Jaemin finishes the final touches on your makeup before he moves to capture your lips in a kiss, tasting the new strawberry-flavored lip gloss on his tongue and smearing it over his lips. Jaemin kisses you like a man starved, suffocating your lips with his, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your lap. 

Jaemin can feel your shock as you freeze against him, allowing him to continue to kiss you until he decides to pull away for air. 

“Nana, what are you doing?” You ask, eyes wide and confused. Jaemin can feel himself growing hard at your look, his eyes zeroed in on your slightly smeared lip gloss. Jaemin smiles, pecking your forehead before standing up and leading you to your bed. 

“Let Nana take care of you, my poor princess must be so confused,” Jaemin coos, climbing atop of you and prying open your legs, “You must be so neglected, yo’ve never been properly fucked, have you?”

You shake your head. You feel dizzy, your head spinning, trying to process what exactly was happening between you and Jaemin.

Jaemin can sense your confusion, grinning before stealing another kiss from you, tongue worming its way into your mouth before pulling away and trailing kisses along your neck. You can feel his hot breath against your skin, his soft lips against your neck, and the scraping of his teeth against your neck. 

Jaemin can feel you shaking your head, whining at him to stop, to which Jaemin just chuckles.

“Just stop thinking, princess. You don’t have a choice either way.” 

[bearbearrz]

Trouble-C.SB

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in which your sweet boyfriend finally snaps

tw: degradation, praise, dryhumping(?) idk honestly just pure filth

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿ Choi Soobin, the campus heartthrob. He had that first love look. Handsome as all get out. Soft and sweet, like cherry blossoms in the spring.

You’ve had a huge crush on Choi Soobin since you met him. As far as you could tell, everything about him was perfect. Huge stature, adorable dimples, deep black locks, an irresistible smile… you could go on for hours talking about him. You were smitten, so imagine your surprise when he ended up reciprocating those feelings.

You two met through your mutual friend Beomgyu at a party, and a couple months later started dating. Your relationship was perfect by all standards. You two adored and doted on each other. All of the kisses and cuddles were amazing but you couldn’t help but feel restless for one reason:

Soobin wouldn’t touch you. 

Well, of course he would hug you. Maybe an innocent peck or cuddling during movie night at your apartment, but never anything past that. Every time you would try to escalate things, he would discreetly turn your advances down. It went on like this for seven months. It was excruciating. Not to mention the fact that he looked so good all the damn time. You couldn’t help wanting him to break you. This was a fact you wrestled with in your mind on the daily. It’s as if he actively tried to ignore you whenever you rubbed up against him a certain way, or when you rubbed your thighs together provocatively. Despite this, you didn’t fail to notice the change in his gaze when you tried to provoke him, or the clench in his jaw when you wore a short skirt. Something was going on. There was a deeper, darker version of your soft, sweet boyfriend that you were so desperate to uncover. All the times you thought he wasn’t paying you attention, you couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

Soobin noticed, alright. Like when you looked just too good in that pretty little outfit of yours before your date, and he had to sneak off to relieve himself, imagining his large hands were your mouth, innocent eyes batting up at him; when you sat on his lap, intending to cuddle but ending up putting pressure on where he needed it most. It took everything in him not to hold you by the waist and mercilessly rut into you; When he would walk past a lingerie store, imagining what he would do to you in all of those raunchy costumes. Soobin was well aware of his perverted tendencies, but he held back so that he wouldn’t corrupt his innocent princess. You had no idea what you were doing, teasing him like that…right? He made sure to keep up the puppy love act, but god damn did you make it hard.

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Soobin invited you over to the dorm he shared with his friends. The two of you often alternated houses to hang out at, and it was his turn. It started off casual, you and his group of friends (plus Gyu, who was of course your friend as well) were hanging out. The conversation seemed endless, and equally as hilarious. At some point, however, you got a little tired and began to zone out, laying your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. In the midst of all of the ruthless jokes and potentially rude comebacks, a particular comment caught your attention. “I’m sure you would, Soobin, you’re freaky as hell!”  Beomgyu jokes.  Like clockwork, the whole room of men erupted into laughter, poking fun at Soobin for his alleged sexual deviancy. This was news to you, because you’ve always known your boyfriend as a borderline abstinent angel. You look up at him confused as he defends himself with a defiant grin on his face. He shakes his head as he looks down on you “don’t pay attention to them, baby”. You huff as he shuts them up. You were hoping that finally you’d be able to uncover why Soobin is the way he is with you. After another hour of conversation, games and bickering, the group of men leave out to go to some party you heard them talking about. This was your chance, you decided. You were determined to get to the bottom of his behavior, and finally get him to crack. 

The two of you headed into his room to “cuddle” but you obviously had other plans. Soobin, dressed in a black beater and grey sweatpants, looked way too sexy to not pounce on. As he sat on the edge of the bed, you straddled him, a troubled look apparent on your face. “What’s my princess upset about?” Soobin coos as he strokes your face. 

“What were the guys talking about back there?” You ask. 

“What, about me being ‘freaky’?” He said, making air quotation marks with his fingers. “Ignore them. You know they’re rage baiters” 

“But you know…” you trailed off, playing with the drawstrings on his sweatpants. “Most jokes have a little bit of truth in them!” You say as you looked up at him and smile. Much to your excitement, you were met with a darker gaze and more serious expression. The same one he had when you dressed up extra cute for him, or when you held a kiss for an extended period of time. As far as you could tell, you were one step closer to your goal. 

“Baby…” Soobin begins, using his large hands to stop your own in their tracks. “You don’t want to do this.” He remarks. Gazing into your pretty eyes for any hint of uncertainty. There was zero. You both were in far too deep.

“Binnie !” You say, breaking the silence. Eyebrows knitted in frustration, you continue. “I want you so bad. I’m so sick of all the heated make out sessions ending in cuddles. I’m sick of going to bed all hot n bothered. I don’t understand why you don’t want to touch m-“ he kisses you, silencing your complains instantly. Releasing his hold on your hands he uses one to grab your head, deepening the kiss, and the other to pull on your waist. He pulls away, leaving you dazed, looking up at him with those big eyes he can’t resist. You feel heat pooling between your legs.

“I don’t want to touch you? What a load of bullshit” he says, almost threateningly. “To think I’ve been holding myself back for all this time in fear of corrupting you. My innocent little princess” he says the last part almost mockingly. “Turns out you wanted it this whole time. My baby wants nothing more than to be slutted out by her binnie hm? Wanna be split open on my cock?” He teases, every word going straight to your aching core. You remain silent, shocked at this new side of him. Nodding slowly , you move your hips to start grinding on him. He stops you in your tracks “be a big girl and use your words, yeah princess?”. “Yes Soobin” you say shyly, not expecting him to be this intense. You weren’t complaining though. But regardless, you have this ridiculously sexy man in front of you, making you clench around nothing with every word he says. You can’t help but be shy. “Yes what?” He deadpans. You shake your head “it’s embarrassing…” you trail off. “Okay then.” Soobin guides you off of him and onto the bed, he makes his way to his closet and shuffles around for a bit. Confused , you sit up on your knees and look at him with anticipation. As he turns around, your gaze shifts to his hand, which was carrying a belt. “Bin what are you doing with that?” You inquire, a million possibilities swimming through your head at once. He then roughly grabs you by your wrists and ties the belt taught behind your back. When he’s done, he pushes you on your back harshly and begins undoing his pants. Beaming with anticipation, you rub your thighs together, but nothing comes. That’s when you realize that you made a mistake.

“Naughty girls who don’t use their words don’t get touched” says Soobin with a cocky smirk on his face, twinged with pleasure. You look down and there he is pumping his hard cock. Your mouth waters as you watch his hand slide up and down his length, wondering how it would even fit. Nevermind that though. The lewd sight in front of you turned you on so much to the point where your panties were completely soaked, your slick dribbling onto his gray sheets. “Binnie please” you croaked, sheer desperation coating your voice. “Hm? What does my little slut want” he asked. “You Binnie, please! Want you! Want you to ruin me…” you cry out. You’ve waited so long for this, you feel like you’re going to burst. Soobin chuckles darkly before pulling his boxers back up. “I like hearing you beg”. He gets back on the bed and hovers over you. He begins undressing you, starting with your shirt, and bra, but leaving your tiny shorts on. Going onto his toned forearms, he hovers over you, kissing you deeply, as he explores your mouth with dominance, you feel his cock pressing up against your thigh. Soobin continued his ministrations down your body, biting and sucking as he sees fit, tainting your pretty skin with his own perversion. “Let me see you,” you hear him utter, before he rips your shorts off, groaning in satisfaction. He thrusts your legs open and stations himself between them, hot breath fanning over your clothed core, “Look at my pretty baby,” he coos, “who made you all wet like that hm? How needy.” You buck your hips up towards his face, desperate for any sort of friction. “Soobin please!” You moan out in frustration at his brutal teasing. “Shut up slut” he retorts, burying his head in your thighs as he begins sucking your clit through the fabric of your parties. “Fffuck” you moan out, back arching despite your wrists still being bound. Your boyfriend continues terrorizing your pussy through your underwear, licking and sucking as much as he wants. When he decides he’s had enough teasing he pulls them off of you and begins eating you out as if he was starved. At this point you are a moaning mess. “Shit you taste good baby” he moans through kisses and licks, only pleasuring you more. Just as you were meeting your release, Soobin pulled away, earning a choked sob from you. “Wanna cum that bad huh? If you stop whining like a whore I’ll let you cum on my fingers” he says looking at you mockingly. Sniffling, you nod. He sticks one of his long slender fingers in you, earning a loud moan as you clench around him. “Fuck you’re tight. This is how you get when I don’t touch you?”. He asks as he begins pumping it in and out of you. “Mhmm…mhmm” you moan out pathetically in response to him. “What did I tell you about using your words? Such a naughty bunny,” he says as he abruptly pulls his finger out of you. Your pussy clenched around nothing at his nickname, desperate to be filled again. Rather than indulgence, however, you were met with a harsh slap on your core, back arching off the bed, you moaned out in both pain and pleasure. “‘M sorry Binnie” you sob, every ounce of respect for yourself thrown out the window. “I’ll be good I promise, I’ll be a good girl!” He hums as he lands another slap on you, biting his lip at your reaction, before plunging two fingers in you this time, then three. Until you’re threatening release. “You gonna cum pretty girl?” He asks, met with an incoherent string of ‘yes’ and ‘please’s from you. “Go ahead bunny, cum on my fingers like the good little slut you are.” You let out one last exasperated moan as you cum on his fingers, legs shaking with your release.

Soobin doesn’t stop. Taking his fingers out of your gushing hole, he begins to lap at your juices. “Binnie I can’t!” You say, squirming with overstimulation. He doesn’t care. “I’ve waited this long to taste you, let Binnie have this one little thing, okay baby?” He says between lapping at your sobbing pussy. When he was finally finished, he came up from your legs and captured your lips in another passionate kiss. Tasting yourself on his wet face, you moan in satisfaction. Soobin abruptly pulls away and begins undressing again. Taking his shirt off as well this time. “Look baby,” he says as he pulls out his throbbing cock. “It’s what you’ve been begging for all night” he begins as he rubs the tip through your folds.”Please Binnie I need you” you moan out. He just chuckles. “Such a little slut, begging for my cock like this.”

In one motion, Soobin throws your legs on his shoulders slides in your aching cunt,and begins pounding into you mercilessly. You loudly moan out, not used to the insane stretch of his dick. He doesn’t even give you time to adjust, he just keeps pounding at your cervix. “You think I haven’t noticed?” He says, staring into your fucked out face, eyebrows knotted with a stern expression. “How you keep teasing me? I tried to be a good boyfriend and hold back but you’re such a whore that you couldn’t take it anymore.” He continues his bullying, “And then you have the audacity to be a brat—fuck—when all you wanted was for me to pound this cute little pussy of yours. Who knew my baby was such a filthy slut.” His hands migrate to your neck, putting enough pressure on it to make you delirious but not enough to hurt you. “Come on baby, come on my cock like the good little slut you are, you can do it,” he says as his hips stutter in arousal. He was almost at his limit, and you were too. “Come on baby, one more. One more and I’ll pump you full of my cum juuust like you wanted..” his dirty words sent you over the edge as your release came crashing down. Triggered by the rapid clenching of your heat, Soobin cums too, stilling himself in order to make sure your walls were drenched in his release. 

After sliding out and uniting the belt binding your wrists, Soobin flops down next to you. “Sorry baby, I was just so pent up, are you okay?” He says as he fixes his gaze on your panting figure. “Mhm” you hum in reassurance. 

“So…you wanna do this more often?” Soobin says with a grin.

You asked for trouble. You got it. 

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Guys this is my first fic hope u enjoy hehe♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

The Diaboy's reaction to a bride who is a extreme vegan who thinks them sucking her blood is wrong because they shouldn't consume animal products *a lil joke ask*

Shu Sakamaki

“You’re joking, right?” Shu stares blankly from the couch, one earbud dangling. He’s more confused than offended. “You think you’re an animal?” He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’m not changing my entire nature because of your ‘no animal product’ philosophy… but I guess I could go easy on the whole biting thing.” He starts avoiding feeding around her, more to keep the peace than anything. Though he teases her with lazy smirks like, “What if I use a straw? Still too carnivorous?”

Reiji Sakamaki

Reiji’s expression twists in visible disapproval. “Such irrational ideology. Do you believe denying your husband sustenance is a sign of moral superiority?” He tries to “re-educate” her on what he views as the flawed logic of her stance. Still, deep down, he’s intrigued by her conviction — even if he absolutely disagrees. He begins seeking synthetic alternatives in the lab, more for control than compromise.

Ayato Sakamaki

“You aren't some cow in a field! I’m not gonna starve ‘cause you read some freaky health book!” He’s loud and insulted, initially taking it very personally. But once he sees she’s genuinely distressed, he grumbles and gets sulky. “Tch… maybe I’ll just bite your arm instead of your neck. That way it’s less… delicious?” He doesn’t understand her views, but he learns to adjust (grudgingly).

Kanato Sakamaki

He stares at her blankly, then starts giggling. “Teddy says you’re funny. Are you afraid I’ll turn into a big bad wolf?” Her ideals amuse him, but they also annoy him if she’s stubborn. “Blood is blood. You’re mine. So give it to me.” If she resists, he becomes volatile — it’s not about nourishment to Kanato, it’s about possession.

Laito Sakamaki

“Aw~ Bitch-chan is so pure. It makes me want to ruin you even more.” He laughs at her logic but plays along with dramatic flair. “If blood’s an ‘animal product’, then what about kissing me? I’m full of sin, too~” While he finds her principles charmingly naive, he ultimately enjoys teasing her about them — and might even try to seduce her into “forgetting” her stance for a night or two.

Subaru Sakamaki

He immediately bristles. “I didn’t choose this, okay? You think I like being a monster?” Her disgust makes him insecure, but if she explains gently, he backs down. “Tch… I’ll just starve again. I’ve done it before.” Her beliefs make him struggle more with self-loathing, but he also respects her enough to keep his distance when she’s firm.

Ruki Mukami

Ruki raises an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Livestock don’t dictate the farmer’s menu.” He finds her stance amusing at first but recognizes the ideological passion behind it. Though he tries to manipulate her with reason, if she holds strong, he’ll compromise with medical blood packs or hypnosis. A curious admiration grows — she’s not like the others.

Kou Mukami

“Ehh? That’s no fun at all, M Neko-chan~” Kou pouts but plays up his charm to coax her. “But your blood is so sweet… not even cruelty-free substitutes could compare~” He complains, but behind closed doors, he switches to bottled blood more often than not, only teasing her for fun. It’s rare he respects boundaries, but hers make her more interesting.

Yuma Mukami

“What kinda hippie bullsh*t is that?!” Yuma is confused and yells a lot at first. “I ain’t gonna munch on some tofu instead of blood, Sow!” But he cools off when she says it’s not about him being a monster — it’s about her values. Eventually, he lets her teach him about her beliefs and grumbles through tofu dinners… though he still sneaks blood when she’s not around.

Azusa Mukami

“…If it hurts you… I won’t do it…” Azusa listens, nodding slowly, his voice soft and pained. “But… will you still love me… if I get weak?” He doesn’t quite understand veganism, but he fully respects her feelings. He starts viewing her ethical purity as something sacred — something that makes him feel unworthy but deeply devoted.

Shin Tsukinami

Shin laughs in her face. “You’re comparing yourself to a cow? That’s pathetic.” He mocks her mercilessly at first and might intentionally provoke her just to see her get flustered. But if she remains steadfast, he gets weirdly obsessed with how she resists his instincts. “You’re fun when you’re stubborn. Let’s see how long that idealism lasts…”

Carla Tsukinami

He watches her in silence, cold and calculating. “Such trivial morality… born of weakness.” Her beliefs are beneath him — but her audacity to hold them in front of royalty intrigues him. Carla won’t change, but he might give her the illusion of freedom — offering alternatives, until her resistance becomes useful leverage. Quietly impressed, but never openly.

Kino

“Wait, wait, wait. So I’m not allowed to snack on you because you think I’m a… carnivore?” Kino bursts into laughter. “You’re hilarious!” He jokes around endlessly, but deep down, he kind of admires the odd purity. “Fine, Princess, I’ll be good — but you owe me something just as sweet.” He never really stops trying to barter for a taste.

[stillbornfrost]

Your Yandere CRK Ancients x Reader is the best. Damn!!! I'm watching this for the third time already😭😭....

Pure Vanilla must be a master of gaslighting, everything is so soft and gentle that the reader doesn't even notice. But His bittersweet obsession is so palpable at times. Plus, he's mild and gentle, so even if the reader rebels, he'll dismiss it as some kind of acting out for his attention!

I love your Headcanons, it's almost crazy. I've only been reading your stuff for a few hours and I feel like I've met my match!!!🥹 If you were asked, I mean, if it was okay with you, could I ask for 'Yandere CRK Ancients x rebellious, tearful reader'?

I'll say it one last time, your writing is so good, I'm rereading it for the 6th time already👍👍👍👍👍👍

That’s such an incredibly kind and passionate message—thank you so much! I hope this finds you well.. I WAS RUSHING THIS SO I APOLOGIZE!! I WANTED TO GET IT TO YOU AS FAST AS POSSIBLE🫶

Yandere CRK Ancients x Rebellious, tearful! Reader

Pure Vanilla Cookie

He smiles, even as you cry and pull away from him. It breaks his heart to see you like this—but he knows it’s just a phase.

“You poor thing… Have I not been gentle enough with you?” he asks softly, brushing your tears away with fingers that glow faintly with magic. His touch is feather-light, reverent.

Every attempt you make to assert independence is carefully rationalized. You're not rebellious—you’re just overwhelmed. You’re confused.

“Of course you're upset, dear. You've been through so much. That’s why I need to protect you.”

He doesn’t lock you in a room. He locks you in guilt.

And when you shout, when you say you hate him—he closes his eyes, breathes in slowly, then hugs you tighter. “Say it again if it helps you feel better. I’ll never stop loving you.”

Hollyberry Cookie

Oh, you're kicking and screaming? She lives for it.

She’s fixated. Your rebellion is adorable to her—a spark she’ll smother with affection and brute strength.

“You’re fiery! I like that. Makes it more fun to win you over.”

She picks you up effortlessly when you try to run, tossing you over her shoulder like you weigh nothing. “Let’s go, crybaby. You can sob it all out on my chest.”

You say she’s suffocating. She grins. “Then I’ll just hold you tighter. It means I’m doing it right.”

She isn’t subtle—she's overwhelming. But gods help you, there's warmth in her touch that makes you hesitate. Just for a second.

Dark Cacao Cookie

Your tears? They ruin him. But your rebellion? That’s... necessary. It means he still has work to do.

“If you weep because of me, I accept that burden,” he says grimly. “But I won’t release you.”

He watches you struggle through lowered lashes, arms crossed, posture stiff. You are his most sacred responsibility.

He doesn’t yell. He simply blocks every door, every window, standing still as stone. He’s the fortress itself.

“If you are in pain, I will carry it with you. But you will remain by my side.”

Some nights you see him outside your room, unmoving, standing guard for hours. Not to protect you from others—but to protect you from leaving.

Golden Cheese Cookie

She hates your rebellion—but only because it threatens her illusion of control.

“Tears? Already? Don’t be dramatic, sweet thing. You have everything you could ever want here.”

She's the kind of yandere who buys you a room full of jewels and then says you're being ungrateful when you cry.

“Oh, come now. This kingdom is yours too! I’ve made you royalty, haven’t I?”

She throws a feast after every breakdown, pretending nothing happened. But the guards outside your room have doubled.

Her obsession is loud, luxurious, and laced with delusion. You’re hers—and any sign of rebellion is just “you acting out to get her attention.”

White Lily Cookie

She watches you cry like she’s memorizing every tear. It’s almost scientific. Almost reverent.

“You feel deeply. That’s beautiful.”

Her obsession is clinical and soft-spoken—but terrifying in its intensity. She sees your rebellion as a symptom, not a choice.

“I understand your resistance. But don’t you see? I only want to purify your pain. You’ll thank me, eventually.”

She doesn’t stop you from screaming—but she records it. She needs to know how far you’ll go before you break.

“There is no cruelty in truth, my love. And the truth is: you belong with me.”

[manmuncher777]

Imagine Virgin!Choso who is just unaware how good his dick is.

He’s inexperienced obviously, and is getting lost in the pleasure you’re giving him.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you squeal out, each swear punctuated by the swift thrust of choso’s hips. You couldn’t stop the moans even if you tried. He was fucking you with such hunger it was a surprise you could still speak. His pace was incredible, so brutal yet he hardly seemed tired. His hips never faltering as he fucked himself deeper and deeper Choso lost it from the second he sunk inside you, watching in awe as your pussy greedily sucked in every single inch he gave. His jaw dropping open as he bottomed out. Listening to the sweet melody of your mewls from beneath him. As soon as he moved, there was nothing that would have been able to stop him, his hips snapping into you so fast, over and over again. His eyes eagerly trained on watching himself enter you. So focused that you were sure he had no idea that he was already about to make you cum a mere few minutes in. All he was processing was the noises of your slick cunt with each move he made His thick cock stretching you to so perfectly you couldn’t stop the rambling moans. With your legs chucked over his shoulders, it just meant he could reach even deeper inside you. “Fuck Cho~ so fucking good” that caused his eyes to snap up to you. First trailing over your tits that were bouncing with every thrust, and then landing on your fucked out face, screwed up in pleasure. He pretty red tip was bullying that soft spot inside of you, pushing deeper and deeper that you were sure you could feel him in your lungs. His eager strokes never ceasing. “Fuckin’ love your cock baby” praise was the only thing you could give the man as he fucked you into the mattress. That look on his face, a look or hunger, of need. It was like he was running on pure adrenaline, that would be the only thing to explain his feral pace. His almost crazed behaviour, the way he never once stuttered in his movements, those moans he let out. It was unlike anything you had ever seen, but you certainly weren’t complaining. There was no way he could be a virgin “R-Really?” His deep voice questioned, coming out as a strain. You would have answered him if something hadn’t cut you off “Holy Fuck- m’cumming!” You cried out, soaking his lower abdomen as you did. Your body squirmed as the pleasure wracked over you, his merciless thrusts still not stopping even as you began to squeal and whine with overstimulation Yes you really did love his cock

[classyrbf]

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about nanami who is the type of husband to buy you two wedding rings — one for your finger and one to hang on the end of a necklace purely so that he can watch it bounce between the valley of your breasts whenever he fucks you in missionary.

there’s just something so deeply satisfying about seeing you flushed and panting underneath him, stripped completely bare except for the jewellery he gave you at the altar adorning your soft, beautiful body.

and it never fails to make him go absolutely feral when he sees you reach up with a trembling hand to hold onto the ring around your neck while he fucks you, stopping the necklace from flying all over the place as a result of the sheer force behind each of his thrusts.

so in the blink of an eye he has both your wrists pinned to the mattress above your head with the grip of just one of his big hands, sweaty forehead meeting yours as he grunts out a raspy “don’t hide it, sweetheart. i always want to be able to see that pretty ring while i’m making love to you.”

and when he cums, he doesn’t do it inside you — because as much as he’d like to fill you up and watch his sticky mess trickle out of your puffy pussy like he usually would, he just can’t resist the urge to pull out at the very last moment and finish all over your chest instead, despite your adorable little whines of protest.

because the sight of the large diamond wedding ring hanging from your neck being splattered with his goopy white seed makes for a downright sinful portrait showcasing just how much you belong to him, and he loves it more than he would ever care to admit out loud.

so while you’re busy drifting off into a sated slumber, nanami quietly captures a photo of the lewd visual before him, saving it to the only folder he has, which is aptly named ‘my sweet wife’.

truly a romantic, in every sense of the word.