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Can you make a one shot smut where like reader and Chan like REALLY hate each other, like CANNOT stand each other but like while reader is out partying she like sees Chan so for shits and giggles she goes up to him and flirts with him which ends up w Chan subbing and begging to cum. Iād like to be šŖ¼ anon pls :3 and ty if you do this !! šš¼
I love the hate concept (I'm literally obsessed with hate sex), thank you for the ask ā£ļø I hope you like it, I'm not really good with smut but I'm trying to get better!!
Something bad
Pairing: Bangchan x reader
Words count: 2,006
THIS CONTENT IS +18 ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: switch!Chan, switch!reader, hate relationship, handjob
You hate his guts. Bang Chan thinks he's all that, but in your opinion he's actually an asshole. You have known each other for so long you're not sure if you always hated him, but if not, you don't know when it started.
He's your brother's best friend, so he is always around, teasing you, making jokes about your hair in the morning or even bringing his hookups late at night, banging them in his room so loudly as if he wants you to hear how good he's making them feel.
You listen to everything from the guest room you sleep in when visiting and the smug look on his face when he sees your eyebags the next morning make you even more mad.
He's not much different from you, Chan likes to see your reactions, how red you get when you're angry about the simplest things he does to tease you or even how you avoid his eyes when you find him at the front door in the morning, saying goodbye to the people he fucked.
He'll look at you waiting for a complaint about the noise but you just look everywhere but his face. He loves that, love that your feisty attitude dies down after hearing him going on all night long. You're back to your usual self by lunch time, that's why he keeps bringing people every night when you visit, he wants to make you angry.
You're currently looking for an apartment, you just got out of uni and got a nice job, so you're staying with your brother just until you can sign the lease of the apartment you're renting with your two best friends.
They invited you to go out tonight, have some fun, maybe fuck a hot random stranger or just pass out drunk anywhere but your brother's house. Literally anything is a better option than another sleepless night of Chan fucking someone senseless and making you horny.
You would never, ever, admit this out loud, but the way you can hear him groaning sometimes when you get close to his room, just messes with your head. He IS an attractive man, even though you hate him, you cannot deny he is hot. Beautiful dark wavy hair, nice broad shoulders and that physic is justā¦ you just know he could break you in half if he wanted to.
You shake your head, why are you having these strange thoughts again? He's your brother's best friend and the guy that makes your life a living hell every time you're in his house. Is it because he's here? Out of all places, why did he and his friends decide to come to the same party as you and your friends did?
āShould we go home?ā You sigh, making your friends glare at you.
āNot even a chanceā, Sana says, making you sigh. āShould we play a game? Maybe that will get you to relaxā
She exchanges a glance with Yeji, smirking. You're already kinda dizzy from your previous drink, so you're not sure you understand what that look means. But you nod, drinking games are your thing, you love them all.
It was all premeditated, you're sure your friends knew Chan would be there with his crew, they are acquainted, after all. You know it was all planned when Yeji giggled, saying āI dare you to flirt with Chanā. Sana laughed so hard at your face after hearing that, saying āwe are talking about a hard flirting, literally get a hard on out of himā
That's how you ended up walking in his direction now, feeling your face warm, at least the alcohol makes you feel more secure about yourself. You're looking hot today, wearing a tight short black dress with a neckline lower than how you usually wear, exposing a good piece of your skin and breast. You're sure you can pull Chan.
He stares at you up and down when you show up in front of him, you look smoking hot. He knows you're attractive, it's such a shame you're so annoying.
You greet his friends, you know all of them since they come buy a lot to your brother's and Chan apartment.
āCan I have a sip?ā You ask Chan, sitting by his side at the booth. His friends look at each other, saying something you can't hear because of the loud music and then going to the dance floor.
āWhat do you want?ā He ignores your question, scowling when you do the same to him, grabbing his drink and tasting it.
āWoah, this is bitter just like youā, you smile seeing him rolling his eyes.
āAre you drunk? Should I call your brother?ā He asks, sighing.
āNo, Channieā, you pout, calling the nickname you've heard so many people scream when they were fucking, ālet's have some fun, hm? What do you think?ā
You turn your body to stare at him, putting your hand on his chest, snuggling closer to him. He smells nice and the warmth his body emits makes you want to get even closer.
āWhat game are you playing?ā He asks with a smug smile on his lips, brows lifted in question.
You sigh.
āIt's truth or dareā, you tell, rolling your eyes. āCan't you just get hard already so I can be done?ā
Chan chuckles, throwing his head back in a loud laugh, you know it's loud because you can hear it even with the loud music playing in the background.
āDo you really think you have what it takes to get me hard, little girl?ā He asks playfully, making you scowl.
āOf course I doā, you tell him, crossing your arms.
You can't help but notice the look he sneaks at your breasts almost popping out of your dress. You decide to use that, in your favor.
āDo you wanna touch it, Channie?ā You ask, touching your chest with your hands and squeezing your breasts up so he can have a better view.
āIf I do get hardā, he clears his throat, āyou should think about the consequences of what is going to happen after thatā
āI will win the dare and go back to my friendsā, you shrug.
Chan smiles, diabolically. Clicking his tongue.
āI don't think soā, he turns to you, sliding his hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh while he gets closer to your face. āIf you do manage to get me hard, I'll take you home and you're going to take care of it. So you better think carefully about your next moveā
You feel goosebumps all over your body, it's because you're grossed out, right? You would never feel turned on with Chan speaking so closely to you, his hot breath hitting your skin has nothing to do with the warmth growing in your lower stomach.
āYou know what I think, Channie?ā, you try to take back control over the situation, āyou're afraid your best friend's little sister is going to make you so horny you won't be able to do anything other than beg to cumā, you slide your hand to the hem of his shirt, sliding it under the fabric and brushing your nails on his stomach, close enough to his cock to provoke a reaction out of him.
Chan breaths through his teeth, trying to control himself. He tried being confident, saying those things to you so you'd get scared and go back to your friends. He didn't think you would keep going and now he's not so sure about what he said, since you clearly are managing to get him hard.
He slides his hand under your dress, feeling how wet your underwear is and decides to use that in his favor.
āAre you sure you want to keep this up?ā He asks, brushing his fingers over your covered cunt. You don't avoid his gaze, staring at him intensely, you're not going to give in. He smirks, well, if he can't escape this, he better have some fun. āLetās see who's gonna be the one beggingā
You're not sure how the hell you got there, in a moment Chan was whispering something to you and the next he was dragging you to the bathroom, throwing you against the wall. His lips are attached to your neck, sucking so hard you're sure it's gonna leave marks. Your body is pressed against his and you feel his hard cock on your stomach, now that you manage to get him hard it's time to stop it, so why is the only sound that comes out of your mouth muffled moans?
He slides his hands under your skirt, moving your underwear to the side while he presses a finger on your clit.
You have to do something, you need to take control. Your hand touches his covered cock and Chan groans, resting his head on the wall. He hates the idea of leaning on you.
You work fast, unbuttoning his pants and sliding your hand under his underwear, grabbing his cock in a fist, going up and down, feeling his cock twitching in your hand.
Chan was too cocky, he shouldn't have let you do this. Your touch is just too good, he can't help but moan subtly with every stroke you give to his dick.
He's growing restless, even though he's working with his fingers on you he knows it's a lost case. Your hand is soft, massaging his cock gently but firmly and the look in your eyes, like you're watching your prey, the way you have your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, enjoying seeing him panting while you play with him, it's just too much for him. He feels his orgasm getting closer, you can tell by the way his cock is twitching so you slow the speed of your hand, earning a frustrated groan from him.
āDo you like it, Channie?ā You ask playfully, watching his voice crack when he tries to speak.
āStop teasing, you fucking bratā, he grunts.
āThat's not what I want to hear, babyā, you say as your index finger twirls over the head of his cock. āDo you wanna cum?ā
He nods, feeling the blush on his cheeks grow, he can't believe he's humiliating himself like that.
āTell meā, you smirk, ātell me what you want, be a good boy for me, yeah?ā
You're feeling extra confident now, seeing him whimper when you get back to jerking him off.
āL-Let me cumā, he whispers too low, you're not even sure if you heard him.
āYou can do better, Channieā, you tell him, fastening your movements.
āPleaseā, he whimpers, ālet me cumā, he throws his head back, he doesn't want to give in so easily but your hand around him is just divine, he wants to cum so badly he doesn't mind begging at that moment.
āMoreā, you tell him simply, ābeg moreā
āPlease, I just-ā he whimpers.
āAre you going to stop being so mean to me?ā You ask, trying to get something out of this, since you have him so vulnerable right now.
He nods frantically, needing his release more than anything. You keep jerking him off faster, while watching him moan, your hand going up and down on his cock.
His cum springs all over your hands, while he groans with faltering movements, trying to calm down from his high. You're almost sure you heard him sob, but if that really happened, he hid it really well.
After cleaning up the mess he made on your hand, you look at him with a pretentious victorious smile.
āI guess I wonā, you cross your arms in front of your chest and Chan sighs, not able to look you in the eyes. Acting exactly like you do when you find him and his last fuck in the living room of his apartment.
āLet's just pretend this never happenedā, he tells you, turning around and going out of the bathroom.
But you're not so sure if you'll be able to leave him alone now that you tasted this side of him.
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38 or 45 (or both in my head looks good) with our boy wonder please, like, I can even picture the reader being a nurse or a health worker and having an excuse to touch him and andā!
Can I be šŖ¼ anon?
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38.Ā āQuit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!ā
Seeing Dick training was one of the eighth wonders of the world for you.
The arms flexing, the pirouettes in the air, somersaults and push-ups. Every part of his muscle moving. It drove you crazy.
āFuckā¦ me.ā you whispered as you watched his ass jiggle as he threw punches at the fighting dummy.
Apparently your whisper wasn't a whisper at all as Dick's head turned and he looked at you. Strands of hair stuck to the forehead due to sweat, blouse stuck together and close to heaving.
Dick looked at you and laughed. The view he was seeing of you was sexy and hilarious.
You were biting your lip with your eyes almost closed. Dick swore he could see drool falling from the corner of your mouth.
"Are you enjoying the view?" He crosses his arms over his chest making them look bigger.
"What?" You came out of your trance and opened your eyes wide.
"Come here, baby girl." He looked you up and downĀ āQuit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!ā
He said in a commanding voice. You felt your legs shake. Who were you to say no?
45.Ā āHow are you so oblivious?Ā Iām trying to tell you Iām fucking horny!ā
All day Dick was around you.
Are you cooking? There was Dick kissing your neck. Were you washing the dishes? There he was. Were you with the titans' computer? There was Dick again with you.
He insisted so much that you could sit on his lap so you could use that computer, and after him insisting a lot, you accepted.
Dick's hands began to squeeze the inside of your thigh and kisses were planted on your neck.
You felt your body shiver and you giggled, trying to concentrate on the case that was on the computer screen.
"Dickie, What are you doing?" You turned your face to him and he sighed loudly.
āHow are you so oblivious?" He looked you in the eyes in disbelief and pulled your ass onto his hard dick that you just felt now. "Iām trying to tell you Iām fucking horny!ā
"Oh..." You bit your lip. āWe should go to the bedroom then.ā
"I want you here, now." He easily turned you over on his lap, grinding you on the obvious bulge.
"What if someone shows up?..." you looked at the door and Dick placed his hand on your chin firmly making you look at him.
"We let them watch." He pulled you into a wild kiss.
DICK IS SO DAMN FINE!!!
Welcome anon! Ofc you can be!
#dick grayson smut#dick grayson#titans!dick grayson#smut promps#dick grayson promp#millyhelp asks~#šŖ¼anon
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iām sorry for my sudden return but
CARHOP AU CUZ IM AT WORK RN TRYING TO MAKE TIPS
lando streaming from his hotel room one night during summer break while ms girl is working so he doesnāt notice when oscar disappears , itās only when he calls out for him and he doesnāt respond and lando checks his life 360 (oscar isnāt super familiar with all the tracks so lando put oscar in a life 360 so that lando could find him when he got lost) and finds that his boyfriend is at sonic visiting their girlfriend WITHOUT HIM and HE WAS THIRSTY so he ends the stream and shows up in the stall right next to them only to find out that she took her 15 and was making out in the backseat of oscarās carā¦ and he only has 10 minutes left to make her cum.
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no bc ā¦ oscar tried telling lando he was going to sonic, peeked his head into landoās room to ask if he wanted anything from sonic and was waved off because heās streaming. so oscar goes to visit gf on her break on his own, and lando continues streaming without a second thought about why heās going to sonic at 10pm. sheās only slightly disappointed landoās not there, but truthfully, the backseat is much less cramped with only two bodies and sheās grateful for the extra space after they park in the very last stall.
lando tries to text when he sees oscarās at sonic and assumes heās picking her up so he asks them to bring a drink back. they donāt respond in the group chat, so he drives the short distance to her sonic and parks next to them. the windows have a deep tint so he doesnāt realize what theyāre doing until he knocks on the window. itās rolled down a moment later, carhop looking deeply apologetic and ready to bribe someone until she sees itās lando interrupting them. they let him crawl into the back seat with him, but oscar refuses to let lando pull her into his lap, telling lando he canāt touch her, āyour stream was too important when i was trying to bring you here for this, i saw your texts, you wanted a slushie with pop rocks. sheāll bring you one after i make her cum.ā
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Hmm okay. Sorry in advance for the mini essay but here goes!
How about a CainexQuinn fic where the two of them are having a cozy weekend or couple days off and have been doing fun and cutesy Fall things like visiting a pumpkin patch/fall carnival, going apple picking, etc. Quinnās tummy starts to get a little upset early on in the day but he brushes it off and chalks it up to the sweets heās been overindulging on. He thinks heās being discreet but thereās no hiding from Caine, especially when Caine has been able to hear the rumbling of Quinnās tummy for the past hour and a half. Caine subtly comforts Quinn while theyāre in public, pretending to be unaware. After theyāre all done with outings, they go home to hole up in a blanket fort in bed and have a cozy afternoon watching movies but poor Quinnās tum has only gotten progressively more upset throughout the beginning of the first movie. Turns out heās coming down with case of food poisoning or a tummy bug!
Lots of comfort and fluff (but also nsfw grossness if youāre down lmao)
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sorry for making you wait so long anon š, I've been studying for exams and shit so I haven't really had the motivation. However, here it is, a little different to what you requested because it has been sitting in my docs for years, but i hope you still enjoy :)).
it's also quite long hehe.
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Quinnās stomach was beginning to ache. He knew he shouldnāt have eaten a big brunch on top of all the lollies he had been snacking on. But, who could blame him? It was Halloween season and Caine loved to keep their stash of lollies topped up all the time.Ā
They were currently walking through the botanical gardens in their city, the day was sunny and there was a cool breeze to combat the humidity. They had set up some Halloween decorations, bats and orange pumpkins filled the paths. Caine was holding his hand the whole time, ranting about anything and everything. Quinnās stomach gurgled faintly, mixing up the food and sending a spike of pain through his middle. He felt icky. Sweaty and an acidic burn was resting in his throat.Ā
āLook, Quinn, ducks!ā Caine pointed ahead of them at a pair of Paradise Ducks waddling along the path. People were crouched down and snapping photos of them. Caine dragged him along to get closer. āAw, man I love ducks. I wish I could pat them.āĀ
Quinn smiled. āYeah, if only we could keep it as a pet.ā Caine sighed while staring at them. He quickly pulled out his phone to take a photo, letting Quinnās hand go in the process. He crouched to get a good photo and Quinn put his hand on his stomach, resting it on the most sore part. It rumbled as he did so, hopefully Caine hadnāt heard that.Ā
The other stood up, quickly reviewing his photos and taking Quinnās hand again. They kept walking, through the arches and under the shades of trees. They made their way to a cafe area, with a pond and even more ducks. Caine gasped and quickly went over.Ā
āTheyāre feeding them! Letās go inside, maybe they have food for them.ā Quinn followed his excited boyfriend inside, letting him run ahead. The air conditioned cafe was like walking into a freezer, goosebumps immediately popped up all over Quinnās arms. He folded them and went to Caine. The other was speaking to one of the workers and was handed two little bags full of sunflower seeds.Ā
āHere, these are for the ducks.ā It was hard to not smile when Caine handed him the bag. He looked so elated to be doing this. Quinn pushed aside his pain for a moment and went to feed the ducks. They were aggressive little things, pecking and biting at Quinnās palm. He chuckled as one of them hopped up right in front of Caine, eager to get the seeds in his own hand. Quinn tipped some more onto his hand and tossed them straight into the water, the ducks quacking and splashing around for them. As he watched, the splashing of the waves mimicked his belly; violent and nauseating. He hugged his middle subtly, forcing down the acidic belch that wanted to come up his throat.Ā
āIām all out. Have you got any left?ā Caineās voice said next to him. He looked over and handed Caine the rest of his bag. āAre you sure?ā He asked, already reaching for it.Ā
āYeah, go ahead. Iām just going to find a bathroom.ā Caine nodded, already engrossed in his duck feeding task. Quinn stood up. His stomach sloshed inside him like a washing machine, making him put his hand dead centre on his belly. Quinn forced a burp, the action doing nothing to help. He made his way to the cafe bathroom, quickly glancing in the mirror at his sweaty reflection before going inside one of the stalls.Ā
His stomach gurgled again, squeezing and churning. He hugged his stomach, rubbing along the tightest part and forcing up more burps. He cringed as some stomach acid came up, and spit it out into the toilet. God, he felt disgusting. He knew he shouldnāt have eaten so many lollies, it was bound to give him a tummy ache. He groaned at another gurgle, this one lasting a long painful few seconds. Time seemed to slow down the longer he stayed there, he felt like he was about to vomit everything up but also he felt like he was going to collapse. Quinn was genuinely considering whether there had been poison in those lollies.Ā
He heard the main door open. āQuinn? You in here?āĀ
Quinn tried to sort himself out in 3 seconds. He opened the door and smiled at his boyfriend. āHey.āĀ
āAre you alright? You sortāve disappeared for ages.ā Caine approached him as he went to wash his hands. He put his hand gently on Quinnās back.Ā
āYup, Iām fine.ā He knew he wasnāt really putting on a good act but, his tummy hurt, okay.Ā
Caine nodded, seemingly convinced. āAlright, should we head home then? We can grab some snacks at the supermarket, thereās one like five minutes from here.āĀ
More snacks, which probably meant more lollies. Quinn didnāt want to put a damper on Caineās mood so he just agreed and followed him out of the bathroom. As they were leaving, Quinn felt his stomach turn, a queasy rumble echoing out of it. He bit his lip at the feeling, hating how it made his knees shake. Caineās hand was the one thing connecting him to Earth at this point, so he squeezed it tighter as they followed the path. The other turned to smile at him as he did so.Ā
He leaned over, kissing Quinnās cheek. āI had fun today. Letās go home and watch a movie to relax, yeah?āĀ
That sounded like just what he needed. āSounds good.āĀ
The supermarket was blissfully cold, Quinn was tempted to stay right where the meat was just to stay cool. He followed Caine around like a puppy as he picked up some dinner things and just as he predicted, more lollies. Fruitbursts, Maltesers, Skittles, Sour Snakes; Quinnās stomach was already feeling the effects of those. They eventually left the shop with their haul and made their way back to the car.Ā
The trip was awful. He was barely speaking, unable to open his mouth without fearing everything would come back up. Quinn stared out the window as his vision wobbled, his stomach gurgling angrily at him. Caine not saying anything about it was a mystery. They were at a red light and Caine looked over.Ā
āDid you have fun today?āĀ
Quinn forced his head around. If anything, he was going to be nice to his boyfriend. āYeah, it was relaxing to walk around the gardens.āĀ
āGood, I had fun too.ā He put his hand on Quinnās thigh, rubbing his thumb across Quinnās jeans. Butterflies overtook Quinnās upset tummy, floating around like the way Caineās hair flittered along with the blow of the air conditioner. He stared at the love of his life.Ā
āI love you.āĀ
Quinn would never get over the way Caineās cheeks went rosy as he said those words. Every time without fail. āLove you too.ā He leaned over for a quick kiss before the lights turned green. The moment ended and Quinn stared back out the window. Despite his insides destroying him, he was quite content. Of course, this didnāt last very long. When he got out of the car, he felt his stomach drop down to his feet and a thick wave of undigested rubbish sloshed inside him. He put a hand to his middle.Ā
āCan you grab this bag?ā Caine was half way out of the car, thrusting his hand back out with a shopping bag in it. Quinn rushed over and took it, the weight pulling his arms down.Ā
āJesus, did you buy bricks without me knowing?āĀ
Caine pulled his head out of the boot, shutting it with a slam. āYou must have the milk. Come on, letās get inside.āĀ
The sun made their shadows long as they walked to the front door. Caine fished out his keys with difficulty, but eventually they were both inside with bags lining the bench. Quinn felt his stomach grumble and he went to sit on the couch, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. The couch dipped next to him.Ā
Caineās warm hand softly touched Quinnās nape. āLetās have an easy night, huh? Something quick for dinner and then we can watch a movie.āĀ
Quinn just nodded, leaning into his touch and closing his eyes. Everything felt at peace when Caine was around, even when he felt sick. His head had progressively gotten worse on the drive home, he felt foggy and loopy. He had a feeling if he was asked to walk in a perfectly straight line he would fail on the second step. He sank further down, leaning his head on Caineās shoulder.Ā
His stomach chose right now to make a fuss. It cramped inside him and he flinched, a noise of discomfort falling from his mouth. He couldnāt resist turning his head inwards to Caineās neck.Ā
āTired?ā Quinn nodded. He felt like heād been hit by a bus. This tired was the kind of tired he got when he came back from skiing, like weights were attached to every single part of his body and they just kept getting heavier. He must have a fever.Ā
Caine kissed his head. āYou stay here. Iāll make us something.ā His warmth disappeared and Quinn almost fell. However, he lowered himself to lay on the couch, wrapping his arms around his middle and tucking his knees up. On his side, his belly was gurgling louder than it had all day, desperately trying to digest what was inside. He moaned and hugged tighter. He wanted Caine to notice his distress, needing some much needed comfort after an awful day. Quinn went to stand, his head spinning once he got upright, and made his way to the kitchen.Ā
Caine had his head in the fridge, tapping his fingers on the door.Ā
āBabe?āĀ
Caineās head emerged, hair flopping over his eyes. āYeah?āĀ
Quinn shuffled forward, feeling much like a child who had thrown up in his bed. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and came to rest on Caineās shoulder. The other wrapped his arms around Quinn, āWhat is it?āĀ
āI donāt feel good.āĀ
Caine chuckled, rubbing Quinnās back. āI see. Bad, how?ā He grabbed Quinnās shoulders and held him out at arms length. Quinn was barely keeping his eyes open, everything was hitting him at once and all he wanted was to lie down with his boyfriend and rest.Ā
āBad everything.ā He whined, pushing through Caineās grip and slotting himself back into his boyfriendās chest. He heard the rumble of Caineās laugh and his strong arms wrapping around his body again. This was where Quinn needed to stay forever.Ā
āOkay, do you need the bathroom?ā As those words left Caineās mouth, he felt his stomach get considerably worse. The churning intensified and the shakiness of his knees increased tenfold. He gripped Caineās arms.Ā
āI donāt think Iām gonna make it there.āĀ
Caineās eyes narrowed. āWhat do you-ā Quinn cut him off by promptly turning towards the sink and spewing out his undigested stomach contents. He spluttered and grabbed his belly, hating how it contracted and brought up more burning stomach acid. Quinn hiccuped.Ā
āF-fuck me this hurts.ā Caineās hand rested on his back and the other smoothed back Quinnās fringe from his face. He coughed again, feeling the lollies from earlier rocket up his throat and splatter into the drain. Quinn cringed at a cramp that made his back curl forward, head almost hitting the tap. His belly gurgled fiercely and he gripped it tight, spitting up more chunks of chocolate and gummy lollies.Ā
Caine rubbed his back. āHave you been feeling this bad all day?āĀ
Before Quinn could give him an answer, his stomach decided now was the perfect time to cramp and send him burping up more sick. He moaned, knees buckling and forearms smashing into the corner of the bench. āOoh, babe.ā Caine said, his arms now wrapping around Quinnās middle to keep him steady.Ā
Quinnās forehead scrunched up, god, he felt awful. It felt like his fever was just getting worse the more he kept standing, he was desperate to turn the cold water on and stick his head under it. Caineās hands ran along his bloated belly, fingertips softly gliding across it and Quinn focused on it.Ā
āYou alright?ā Caine said.Ā
Quinn nodded minutely. āJust trying to focus on not falling over.ā He breathed out, calming his racing heart and trying desperately to ignore the constant grumbling of his stomach.Ā
Soon enough, the world stopped spinning and his nausea lowered. He had just been panting over the sink, saliva dripping rhythmically onto the stainless steel. Quinn groaned, letting his head drop.Ā
āFinished?ā Caineās hands moved off his middle and came to sit above Quinnās tailbone. The other nodded, spitting out the final remnants of acid and food. He slowly turned around with his arms resting on the bench.Ā
āYep. Can we just relax now?āĀ
āOf course.āĀ
After all that, Caine had left Quinn to the couch while he gathered up supplies. Supplies meaning pillows, blankets, and a bucket, just in case. He came back, and set everything up and he ended up making a little fort for the two of them to stay in. It was cute.Ā
āMaster architect right here.ā Caine said, hands resting proudly on his hips.Ā
Quinn nodded. āChanging career paths?āĀ
āThe building world needs someone like me.ā He said with a big grin on his face. He grabbed Quinnās hands and gently pulled him up, kissing his nose. āYou're warm. And you smell like fever. No need to fear though, just sit down here and Iāll be back with some meds.āĀ
Quinn smiled at Caineās antics, sitting down. Caine came back pretty quickly, settling himself down and presenting the pills from behind his back. āNow, take small sips while taking these.āĀ
He did, and then the two quickly got snuggled under the blankets and down on the pillows. Quinn smiled.Ā
āThank you, baby.āĀ
Caine seemed pleased with himself. āNo worries, I love taking care of you. Speaking of?ā He lifted up his hand and made eyes at Quinnās stomach. Quinn laughed and nodded, moving closer so Caine could rub his stomach.Ā
āI think Iāve got the stomach flu or something.āĀ
āYeah, I figured. Iāll look after you for as long as you need though.ā Caine kissed his cheek, keeping his head there for a moment. The two were silent for a few minutes, Quinn quietly enjoying the pampering. An upset gurgle interrupted them.Ā
āMmh, it hurts.ā He whined. The next few days were going to be awful.Ā
āShh, shh, itās okay. Just relax. Focus on my hand.ā Caineās hand ran up Quinnās arms and sides. He trickled his touch around Quinnās shoulders and gently played with his hair. āFeel this?ā He poked Quinnās thigh.Ā
Quinn nodded with his eyes closed. āOkay. Now this?ā Another poke, this time on Quinnās elbow. āJust focus on my touch, love. Ignore the feelings inside your belly.ā His hand lay flat on his chest, up to his neck and gently across his collarbones. He poked his chin now, bringing a smile out of Quinn.Ā
āThere we are. Donāt worry about anything else.ā Besides the rustling of fabric, and Caineās occasional comment the room was peaceful. Quinn was slowly falling asleep and the sickness inside him faded into the background.Ā
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#šŖ¼anon#emeto#stomach ache#sickfic#vomiting#emetophilia#belly rubs#oc's#caine#belly kink#quinn#belly ache
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im so unwell about grian and tma
tell me grian and jon arent the same person in different fonts
u cant
they are literally the same like hello watcher ???? chaos ??????? blowing stuff up ????? same person
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this is so true- I read most of from the archives (stopped to catch up to 155 so i could the bdubs statement tma-spoiler free) and GOD they fit so well together. theyre both so utterly deranged. also i got to the bit in TMA where besera confronts jon about his eating habits and hes like ":( fine. whatever. guess ill go on a diet. god forbid i do anything huh" then says "im gonna go get a snack" AND STARTS READING A STATEMENT??????? he makes me sick to the stomach. i love him so much. (also jellyfish anon im writing a secret life+tma statement with scar and the lonely im so excited to post it)
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Hiiiiii!! Hru?
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ah im doing pretty good so far today, how about you ? i cot creative and wrote a lil poem :3
im thinking abt posting it later
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I really love the idea of JJ laying in bed on his phone and just lifting his shirt and taking your hand to put it on his back, and you just know to give him scratches. Itās an everyday occurrence and thereās never a moment where heās not begging for your hands on his skin because heās obsessed with the feeling of your skin against his. Obsessed like itās all he thinks about when youāre not with him, itās what he thinks about when he falls asleep and the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up, and when you are touching him, heās just thinking about how much he loves the feeling. Heās obsessed with everything thatās you.
Goodnight sweetheart, Iām in bed struggling to keep my eyes open. I hope you sleep well and have good dreamsš„°
-šŖ¼
oooohhhhhhh this is soooo babyboy!JJ it's unreal -
goodnight my darling! I wish you the same!
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Hey harvest, does your arm hurt?
Harvest: It is the phantom pains. *glances at where his right arm should be* That and I sometimes have difficult days with this one. *holds up his left arm, wincing as he lets go of his belly*
Bloody: *frowns and sits up a little* Brother? Bad arm day?
Harvest: Yes, bad arm day.
Bloody: *whimpers* Sorry...
Harvest: It is not your fault. It's just a sore day. It will be fine.
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I LOOOOOVVEEE chapter 2. Don't mind me, the reason I took a while to send in a ask was because I had to keep re-reading it omg, Your writing is soooo good. and scrumptious.
-jelly anon
Awwe, thanks jelly! Glad you liked itā„ļø
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the recent chapter where scara keeps talking about going down on star keeps reminding me of the song touch tank IDK that song just reminds me of scarastar idk if anyoneās said this before. also hey itās been a while!! hope youāve been doing good :3
- šŖ¼
itās on the btl playlist and the name of one of the chapters š¤ i love that song
AND THANK YOUU
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You should write smth like āI wanna be yoursā again, ITS WAS AMAZING- šŖ¼
Hello!! So... I kinda don't know what is it that made people like that fic š seriously, it was just something really spontaneous, self indulgent and totally unprepared, I never expected it to get as many notes as it have.
I don't know if it's because it's inspired in a late 90's movie that a lot of people like(if it's this, I'm about to do a series of stories based on romantic comedies from the late 90's/early 2000's) or if it's because it was playboy!bangchan fic(if it's this I really want to write more cocky bangchan, we stan)
But yeah, If someone could tell me what they liked about that fic maybe I can try and do it again š„ŗ
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you planned to pick nico up from practice to go out to lunch after but it ends up being a rough practice. you walk in to find him still out on the ice even though most of the other guys have already left. he spots you and makes his way off the ice, pulling you into the empty locker room and having his way with you in his stall, taking out all his anger from practice on you. šŖ¼
good morning to me
it is a dream of mine to get bent over that stall šŖ
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reader getting mad at danny because he gave her beard burn between her legs and so she makes him apply salve to it and instead he starts trying to go at her again with his mouth because sheās right there and she just looks so sore try he canāt resist and she seats the top of his head and tells him he canāt eat her out until sheās completely healed and all of a sudden he is so mad at himself
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ugh i love this sm danny would be so sad
he genuinely thinks sheās joking at first and would try to go down on her out of habit, just gets the urge for it and goes for it and she pushes him away and reminds him what he did. he gets all pouty about it and sheās like, ādonāt give me that look, i warned you.ā and he would tell her, āiām not pouting at you. iām mad at myself.ā
after a week or two sheās finally healed, and she casually mentions it over coffee while theyāre sitting out on the patio and he gets on his knees right there and goes down on her and heās so gentle and kisses her thighs so much while apologizing and promising heāll be careful
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OMFG JUST DO IT. Ventiās sleep cyclr is probably so messed up he wouldnt care dude. - šŖ¼
"...I don't...He's sleeping now, probably having a hangover if anything."
ooc: signoff noted!!
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Are you planning on writing anything with Brienne of Tart?
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Hello anon, honestly, I have one unfinished work in my drafts and I was thinking about making a little fanfic with her but I donāt know if my followers would be interested in that or not:)
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In response to š¦ and the blow job. 100% agree. I only give them if the man has just had a shower. But if Matty came up to me and said he hadn't showered in a week, I'd still get down on my knees and worship that d*ck. As a married person, my obsession for Matty is unhealthy... āšŖ¼ (I don't ask too much, but I decided to give myself an emoji)
HAHAHA. I get it. It's Matty. he has us all in a chokehold and we let it happen.
also yaaaay new emoji! you're welcome to ask as frequently or as rarely as you like.
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