#I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE DANCE PRACTICE UGH
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subtop!teacher x dombot!student reader :3, i have a huge thing for my teacher and my thirst needs to be quenched (bonus points if he has a wife already MWHAHAHAH) PLEASE I WANNA RIDE THEM TILL THEIR DUMBBBB 🤲🤲🥰
i wrote teacher as a sweet-ish nice guy,,, sry if it's a little sloppy im a bit behind hnngh
cw;; age gap, reader is 18, mr is 24. reader bullies teacher, unhealthy relationship in general. guy keeps you way after school hours. guy is referred to as teacher
amab subtop teacher x amab dombot student reader
humming to yourself as you sit at your desk - third row from the front, staring ahead and chewing on your pencil... so bored. nothing interesting going on.. you groan aloud, before trying to make conversation with a friend.. teacher passing down the aisle, coincidentally stopping you from doing so.. you wink playfully, teeth biting at your bottom lip as he passes. he immediately looks away, clearing his throat; cheeks growing ruddy... wordlessly, passing you a slip that merely said "detention." so eager!! you grin, biting at your pencil, blood shooting to your cock. gotta wait it out.. but.. then again, it's too easy to hide, wearing a large jacket that so happened to belong to him.. no one would suspect such a thing!
neither would they suspect him keeping a tube of fucking lube in his desk, just to be able to fuck you nice and politely as he should after hours... he's a sensitive guy, you can't help but fuck with him, bullying him so cruelly about his wife knowing about him fucking into his sweet student.. having him finger you, dutifully and utterly focused on the task - making sure to feel and prod around, rubbing the pads of his lubed up digits along your prostate- yelping as you grip the edge of his desk; walls squeezing around his fingers, twitching - "t-that's it.. good-.. good boy.." the nickname, joking originally, but it stuck... using it just to get him hard in the middle of class - obviously, he tries getting back at you, but it never works in his favor. you were too naturally cruel... and he was too tapped into his emotions.. "i guess teacher put his big boy pants on huh?" while thumbing the slit of his cock; plugging it up,,,
sitting over him - no reason to fear being caught; door locked, window covered in paper mache coincidentally. aiming the tip of his weeping, bulbous tip into your lubed up finger-stretched taint... he grabs hold of the base of his cock, so kind, so eager to please this delinquent-like student he was having a relationship with so pathetically... lowering yourself steadily onto him, heaving as you allow yourself to slide down his member - too easy.. yet, the way your walls sting; sretching to accomodate his size as usual, god it was so good.. if only you could just feel that. your own prick, dribbling pre, resting against your teachers abdomen; your hands resting on his shoulders; hison your hips - shakily breathing as he admires you, u-ugh, his cock throbbing inside you.. "uagh.. don't look at me like that.." you complain, tensing around his cock - face growing warm. shy..
"s-sorry." he apologizes mutely, lowering his gaze to instead admire your cock. leaking,, twitching... pressing against his dress shirt that he should probably take off before you cum on it.. but he likes wearing your marks with pride. but... still, he's trying to go through things with his wife... n-no matter. It's all about you... his gentle, soft palms tracing over the plump of your ass as you slowly begin rocking yourself on his girth, so eager to ride out your high... "mhm.. how does it feel, huh teacher? feels good, huuh?" you hum, breathless and ever so teasing as you grind downward so cruelly against his trimmed pubes.. using him for your pleasure. trying to tease him.. "of course it does, look at you... you're practically crying.." you scoff..
"good.. good.. great.. y-you're so great.. beautiful.." he'd whimper - drooling, the same song and dance as per usual... always having the picture of his wife in his desk - utterly focused on you and hiw your gummy walls tensed around his veiny cock, squeezing so good.. biting his lip til it bleeds; resisting the urge to fuck into you like a madman against his desk... uaghh.. you have something different in mind rather than just riding him slow-like... biting your lip, tugging at the skin as you steady yourself, legs straddling him on his loser wheely chair, hands at his shoulders, close to his neck, nearly choking himㅡ
slamming yourself down on his cockㅡeagerly, too excited as you grind downward with every drag, unable to contain your soft moans as you feel his cum and lube dribbling passed the barrier of that of his cock.. soft gasps, mixed in with his garbled wails of shock and pleasure, writhing as he reaches to hold your hips, guiding you gently - making him into a whiny ass messy freak splayed out with a limp cock drenched in his own cum, sitting in his chair... it was too good not to take a picture.. obviously for safe keeping and material to jerk off to.. and to take a video of you doing so. to send it to him.
;; "goodness.. your tips' already so leaky, man.." you point out the onvious, finding it humorous in doing so. tapping at the slit of his fat, average cock. trimmed up nicely, a vein crawling along the side and disappearing upwards.. seems like he keeps it nice for someone. obviously his wife, but OBVIOUSLY you were going to torture him for this. "isn't it crazy how you're letting me touch you like this? come on, i thought you had a little more restraint. fucking creep." you hissed, a malicious grin spreading across your face as you sat gracefully between his legs, glaring up at him with narrowed eyes. "your curls all trimmed up, who you looking nice for?" you grunt softly, hands grazing downward down his twitching cock - his dip darkened in a flush. aching.. you could only assume. squirming, rubbing your thighs together as you finger the small curls sprouting - "huh? is it for me, teacher? you lookin all pretty for lil ol me, aren't you!"
".. yes.." he admits, voice so damn quiet you nearly missed it if it wasn't for the way his cock twitched, pearling pre-cum - catching your attention. your eyes darting up to find his already staring at you. ".. it's for you.." he continues, unable to bring his voice an octave higher... so sensitive, his chest heaving as he stares at you, wide-eyed, hair all messy...
#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#cw teacher / student#x male reader#male reader#dom male reader#x dom male reader#dombot male reader....#subtop male character#sub male character!!!
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Little Wyll/Karlach/Astarion things
Astarion introducing people all, "This is my girlfriend, Karlach. This is her boyfriend, Wyll." gives him a little narrow eyed look, but Wyll is just like...buddy, my star, you were literally sleeping on my chest last night wtf are you on today.
UGH AND THEN the sun, moon, and stars embroidery. IMAGINE OK. Imagine that being for these three. Karlach and Wyll are the light of his day, and he is their light in the darkness of night. He makes a matching one for Wyll while the three are in Avernus together, but time feels less pressing as it did before. It feels like they suddenly have ALL the time in the world, despite Wyll and Karlach still being mortals. The end to their finite time is just not suddenly there on the horizon, waiting to cruelly separate them when they've had so little time together.
Karlach giving Ulder a piece of her mind and having Astarion drag her off bc he can tell Wyll does NOT want this confrontation happening. She's overheated, he can't even touch her bare skin without getting singed, and Wyll just is like. so struck by the fact that she cares so much about him that she refuses to let Ulder act like he didn't abandon his son. It wouldn't be anything bad, but it would be scathing, and end with how happy she is that Ulder and Wyll have been reunited bc Wyll's a REALLY great guy and if you abandon him like that again you'll be talking to me (and she pauses when she feels Astarion poke her to give her a look, and she can just read it) AND fangs
Astarion just crosses his arms and tries to look menacing...which, to his credit, the red eyes and teeth are creepy af, but mostly he just looks bitchy and like he might eat Ulder.
wyll practicing his dancing and inviting them both one night to dance around the campfire. Astarion sits off to the side, content to watch them. Karlach likes to dance, but not in the way Wyll does, so it's awkward at first, then after a few times where her big feet stomp on his toes, he decides to follow her lead instead. He's never danced like that before, but enjoyed every second of it. Before the evening ends, Astarion allows him one single dance just so he can show Karlach what he had been practicing. None of them talk about Astarion dancing with Wyll again. It's a treasured memory, but the two know that's a barred teasing topic (they bust his balls a lot and he just. begrudgingly accepts it, but some topics they KNOW to avoid)
wyll feeling suffocated by mizora one night and just. he's calm as hell, but Astarion notices him sulking first (I hc our resident vamp as the most perceptive at the camp bc of all i think he was doing for Caz). He tries to talk to wyll, but astarion isn't good at not bristling and it's one of those times where wyll just. he's being scathing. he's meeting astarion at astarion's petty level, and astarion is downright impressed.
he's like ????? like he's not even mad. he's just all "who knew the famed blade of frontiers had this nasty side" and he's smirking and it isn't a sexual comment at all but it accidentally does. and him being impressed rather than bristling is what leads to Astarion being the one to be like "ok now that we've had our dick measuring contest, just tell me wtf is going on"
Every time Mizora shows up, Astarion starts running his mouth like an attack chihuahua. Insults, barks, bared teeth, he does NOT like her. Karlach joins him, they play off each other a lot, actually. Like Karlach IS the attack dog, which makes Astarion feel a little more ballsy when he's mouthing off bc he knows any fight he cause WILL be ended with his beautiful gf knocking their ass out.
Wyll spends that night just. completely distraught. he can't even be with karlach and astarion, he asks for time alone to deal with his thoughts, and they respect it. Astarion keeps an eye from a distance, but he and Karlach allow him the space until he's ready for them, then they both move in to comfort him.
Karlach is great at hugs. She holds him and it's so comforting that Wyll finds himself believing it when Astarion is PROMISING that they'll figure it out. Astarion isn't soft in this moment, he certainly isn't kind while comforting Wyll, but he's genuine. Wyll knows Astarion means it when he promises that him and Karlach will be at Wyll's side to help him fight his battles, because like it or not, his battles are theirs to fight as well.
They'd go after Cazador first after Astarion is nearly (or successfully is) kidnapped. Karlach is PISSED, she's raging, ready to burn down the entire palace just to smoke Caz out. Wyll, equally angry, but actually comes up with a really, really good idea. Like he sits everyone down, goes through the battle plan, and Astarion is just so silent the entire time bc he cannot believe these two would rally so hard around him.
This is the point where every time someone is the least bit mean to Wyll, it is ON SIGHT for Astarion. Before, he'd butt in if someone crossed a line he felt shouldn't be crossed, or if it was Ulder or Mizora, but now it's ANYONE. Only he gets to insult his beloved Wyllyam.
Karlach on the docks, saying her goodbyes, holding her heart, her eyes welling with tears as she sees Wyll and Astarion look at her with just. the amount of grief in their eyes. She can't take it. it's the first chip in her resolve that allows them to swoop in and convince her to keep going.
Wyll moves first. Tells her she doesn't have to be alone, she'll have him AND astarion to watch her back. this isn't a convo any of them have had. astarion and wyll both know she'd rather die than go to avernus, but wyll KNOWS Astarion would go there in a heartbeat, and vise versa. they just know each other very very well at this point
So, Wyll is talking to her, Astarion is hiding under his cloak AND Wyll's bc the sun is threatening to burn him alive, but he can't leave Karlach alone. His own skin is cracking with the threat of turning to ash. Wyll holds onto Karlachs' hands, stares into her scared eyes, and she can SEE that he means the promise he makes to her. He will NOT let her be alone in Avernus, if she chooses to return.
Astarion, despite trying to hide from his own imminent death, gives his points. they're quick, not as nicely said as when he has a one on one with her bc he's also trying not to die, but he's more worried about her than he is himself.
Karlach, assured that the two men who vowed to love her to her dying breath, agrees to go to Avernus with them. They have one hell of a bloody time together. It's one of the best chapters in their life stories, after they get Karlach's heart fixed and they're all able to leave Avernus.
All three of them finally free of the bonds of servitude, they're able to explore the world. They're free to go where they wish, free to love who they wish, and free to finally choose their own paths and futures, though their choices will always involve being together.
#bat writes#fic idea#astarion#karlach#wyll#bg3#wyllach#wyllachstarion#wyllstarion#bloodpact#hellspawn#this is actually what the whole doublet thing was tied into when i initially was thinking abt it#bc i'm fascinated by the idea of a dynamic between these three
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I loved your Zayne post and I need to see you make one for Xavier NOW. Heart emoji
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"happy birthday." his voice is soft and serene, and you barely even rise when xavier shakes you awake. he sounds like an angel, and his words don't register until he's practically shaken you off the bed.
the curtains to your bedroom are open and the sun has begun its dance on your covers, but not enough to disturb you and shine on the pillows. xavier definitely timed this, didn't he?
"happy birthday to you~ happy birthday to you," he sings, helping you sit up in bed and placing a small wrapped present on your lap. "did you forget? today is your day."
no, you didn't forget, but it's early in the morning and you're surprised that xavier is even up. for someone who sleeps on the job at any given opportunity... he's awfully chipper today.
"why are you up so early?" you ask, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. there's a smell of breakfast food in the air and for a second your heart picks up its pace- oh no, he didn't try to cook, did he?!
"what's with that look in your eyes?" he asks, sitting next to you on the bed. "i woke up early to wrap your present and order some breakfast... don't tell me you're so shocked i can do that?"
the look of calm settling over your face tells him more than your words. he wants your reaction to be overdramatic but he knows himself better than anyone, save for you.
"you should open your gift now."
after taking a moment to wake up fully, you tug open the ribbon on the small present. it's not the neatest design you've ever seen, but it looks like xavier really tried to make the ribbon look good. complemented with the wrapping paper that was just your favorite color... when had you even mentioned that you liked it so much?
it's a small jewelry box, and you open it without much thought. this isn't the first birthday you've gotten cute jewelry as your present but... the ring inside looks awfully nice, doesn't it?
xavier takes the box out of your hands and kneels down next to you on the bed, and it feels like you've been hit by a truck. you've been up for maybe three or four minutes and... he's proposing? what??
"is it too soon?" he asks, taking note of your wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. he can practically see your heart thrumming out of your chest and the way your cheeks flush such an intense red, it almost worries him. "to ask you to marry me...?"
ugh, xavier, that jerk! proposing to you with your hair still messy from sleep, and you haven't even put lotion on!
it's silent for a few more seconds before you realize that he's looking at you with his puppy eyes, and you scramble to get out of the bed to pull him into a hug or kiss or something in between, the action is rushed because 'no, of course it's not too early, i can't believe we're going to get married', but he loves the gesture all the same.
"i was going to wait until we went out tonight but i- i couldn't. i can't wait any longer."
'xavier, xavier, xavier,' you think, 'what am i going to do with you?'
he slips the ornate diamond ring onto your finger, and the action finishes your thought for you.
'i'm going to marry you.'
#love and deep space#love and deep space x reader#love and deep space xavier#l&ds x reader#l&ds xavier#xavier love and deepspace#l&ds xavier x reader
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pretty boy
(scaramouche/aether)
summary: puppets can't be ticklish. surely not.
a/n: day five of tickletober <3
[this is a tickle fic!!]
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This close, Aether can see the tiny freckles that dot across Scaramouche’s cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. They’re made even more prominent by the pale shade of pink that dusts across Scaramouche’s face. He looks beautiful, even with the way he’s giving Aether a glare that would have any other person trembling.
“Scara,” Aether says.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Mouchie?”
“Ugh. Even worse.”
Aether giggles. “So, Scara, I think,” he says, ignoring Scaramouche's grumbles of complaint, “you owe me an apology.”
Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “What for?”
“Lying to me.”
“I didn’t lie.”
Aether scoffs, shifts a little so he’s pinning Scaramouche’s wrists down with one hand, leaving his other hand free. He uses it to prod gently at Scaramouche’s stomach. “Are you sure?”
He actually manages to keep a straight face. “Yes.”
But of course, Aether doesn’t buy it. “Really? Because,” he continues his poking, and Scaramouche isn’t that easy to break but it’s getting more difficult by the second, “I think you’re actually very ticklish.”
He doesn’t even give Scaramouche a chance to respond before clawing at his tummy, and Scaramouche can’t help but burst into laughter. Bubbly, bright, sickeningly sweet laughter that doesn’t fit him at all, but the traveler is cooing over him anyway.
“Scaramouche,” Aether practically sings, sending butterflies straight to his insides and making him laugh louder, blush brighter, squirm harder.
“W-wahahahaha—wait, stop! Stop it, plehehease, Aether—!”
“Are you going to tell the truth?”
“It—ahaha, it is the truhuhuth! I’m not tihihicklihish!” Scaramouche kicks with such force that it almost throws Aether off of him. The blond pauses for a moment, laughing, and then goes right back to tickling before Scaramouche can start to enjoy his little break.
“Just say it!” Aether encourages, fingers dancing along Scaramouche’s skin like they were created with that sole purpose in mind. “C’mon, you can’t keep denying it forever.”
“W-wihihill you stohop if I—i-ihihif I say ihit?” Scaramouche gasps, taking in as much air as he can while Aether is more focused on his words than the tickling.
“No,” Aether answers truthfully, “but I’ll at least be nicer to you.”
Scaramouche squeals as Aether returns his focus to tickling. “I—fihihine! I’m fuhucking tihihicklish, stop! Stop ihihit!”
Aether giggles. “Yeah, I can tell.”
“Shuhut up!” At this, Aether scoffs playfully before releasing Scaramouche’s wrists. He grins mischievously before both of his hands go to knead at his hips. The shriek that Scaramouche lets out is nothing short of undignified.
“Fuhuhuck! Y-yohou—stohohohop! You said you’d be nihihice!” he wails, trying to grab Aether's wrists to stop him.
“Did I?” asks Aether, humming. “I don't remember.”
“Yohou bastard!”
#genshin#genshin impact#my fics#arty writes#tickle fic#scaraether#scaramouche#scaramouche genshin impact#aether#aether genshin impact#gi#augtickletober2023#tickletober 2023
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If i may! May i req a Gwen x reader? Scenario is.. prom night/school dance -> dancing in the rain at the parking lot!
Details: pretty flipped up prom night. Minor inconveniences piled up and snowballed into a breakdown for the reader. Too bad cuz they looked all pretty and sparkly with their gown + okay-panicked make up anyway. Somehow someway Gwen could maybe cheer them up? To make it fun she could lead them to the parking lot and the rain pours lol and they just start dancing there like idiots! (go ahead and play around with the prompt‼️)
thank you so much if ever!! Hav a wonderful serotonin boost in your next fandom endeavors!! 🫶
HELLO ANON, omg thank you for this super cute idea <:DD I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 🫶🫶🫶this is such a lovely idea i can't...... 🫀🫀
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
dancing in the rain (gwen stacy x reader)
it was fine. you were fine. tonight is just... fine.
okay, well, maybe it wasn't all too fine, maybe you did feel a little cramped in your pumps that you couldn't break into, no matter how often you wore them--the blisters on your heels were stinging, but beauty is painful, right? it just means... ugh, what does it mean? you were looking forward to this day, more than anyone could possibly fathom. having paid a good sum of money from a friend of your mom's to tailor you the perfect dress, only to have it come out as 40% of what you expected, realizing that you used up all your foundation that morning before prom and not having any left, and you rushing your makeup since your parents made you finish up chores before prom, so now you just... feel like you're average--and worst of all, the person who asked you out never got back to your messages.
you saw those dreaded three dots dance on your screen again and groaned. you didn't wait for their response anymore, why should you? they practically stood you up when they promised to save you a dance; now you were going to save them a dance, but you weren't going to wait for someone who can't even string a reply. even a lie would have been comforting for a bit, y'know? just say they'd be on their way, reassure you they'd be there, they'd take your hand and dance... but no, they had to be honest without even realizing it. and it really, really stung.
oh, oh no... your mascara felt heavy when you teared up. your tried wiping it away, but you cussed at yourself when you realized wiping it away would make the streaks obvious. your friends couldn't really tend to you right now, the slow dance was coming on and you couldn't pull them aside to help you right now... no, that'd be selfish of you, wouldn't it be? whatever, who needs prom, right? well very clearly, you did, and kinda do, still. the tears kept coming, and you really wanted to hide right now, so of course, you sought refuge in the school bathroom to cry all the hurting away.
on your way there, you bumped into someone; wow! this night really can't get any better from here! it seriously can't! you meekly uttered an apology as you tried to head over to the bathroom, avoiding eye contact with whoever you bumped into, but then they told and asked you, "ah, it's okay. are... you okay, though?" was that gwen? "i'm..." you began, but the hot tears kept coming and your breathing became shallow--obviously, they were signs of a person who was not okay. you looked up at gwen, and even through teary eyes, she looked so beautiful, even more so in her prom outfit.
gwen smiled sadly at you and pulled out a couple of tissues from her bag. "you don't have to say anything, it's okay..." she said in a gentle voice, hoping to reassure you as you took the tissues from her hand and dabbed at your eyes. gwen sighed a little as she scanned the room for your friends. "everybody's got somebody to dance with, well, guess i'm not part of everybody." gwen said as she leaned against the wall and looked at you as you blew into the tissues. "tell me about it. my date, my... stupid date stood me up. couldn't even answer where they were or if they were even coming..." you muttered under your breath as gwen listened. "damn, sorry about that. um... i don't know if this'll make it any better, but..." she extended her hand towards you and gave you a crooked smile. "wanna come have our own prom night together, just me and you?"
you didn't even have to think about it, you took gwen's hand as soon as she offered it and nodded. "yes, please..." you whispered as gwen chuckled and held your hand tightly as she pushed the door to the gym's exit wide open, and you two were greeted to... a light rain shower in the parking lot. gwen giggled as she took her jacket off and put it over your head to shield you from the rain. "heh, sorry... didn't realize it was drizzling." she said as you smiled up at her through mascara-streaked eyes. "it's alright, it feels slightly refreshing." you joked as gwen chuckled and took your hand as she led you out to the parking lot.
the music from the gym was echoing faintly outside, and you heard gwen through the drizzling rain sing along to the song. you chuckled yourself as you sang to it as well, forgetting the fact you were self-conscious of your voice, and soon began to shuffle a little as you kicked up the small puddles, getting your pumps dirty and your gown wet. gwen sang even louder to back your vocals up, she even started clicking her tongue to match the beat of the drums. you held your hand out to her as you shuffled, with her taking it and twirling you around. her hair was getting wet, her face was being rained on, but she still looked so pretty like this. your face was also being rained on, kinda worsening the mascara whenever you looked up at the rain clouds, but gwen didn't want you to dwell on that--she actually found you super nice like this. "hey, you're really beautiful like this!" gwen called out from in between the instrumental as she looked at you in the eyes.
you felt a little flustered as you heard her say that, and meekly thanked her again like you did when she offered you her tissues, this time, you said it with a wide smile. you two started to let loose even more, with you accidentally dropping gwen's jacket, but gwen not really minding, it was just a jacket. but tonight... she just wanted the world to be you and her, together in this parking lot as the rain poured on you two and you both sang and danced amateurishly to the song that she believed was... meant for you two. you two danced the night away in the rain, probably going to get a cold the next day, but neither of you cared; the world right now was just you two, right here, right now--and it couldn't have been any better.
a/n: i really wanna write more gwen related fics owemji !!!!!!
tags !! @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy
#gwen stacy#gwen stacy x reader#gwen stacy x you#gwen stacy x y/n#gwen stacy fluff#atsv#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#atsv fluff#atsv imagines#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse x reader#ghost spider#spider woman
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I'm alone and sore, and I'm thinking about early-to-mid season 5 Dean...
Somewhere, I have a post about how in I Believe the Children Are Our Future, Dean is suddenly acting giddy, like he has a crush. (Also, hello, plaid-cheque of the family diner-that-someday-SOMEDAY-I-will ramble about on @wheretheloveisstored. Dean is playing tricks on Cas just as he comes to the human family table!)
Dean -> wHo pUt ThAt ThEre??? & then Cas pops open his jacket almost like he's stashing the damn thing for later???
I think this is the episode where Dean started acting idk...more visually and verbally worried at least.
"He's a buddy of mind. He's not bad...just confused."
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Then we have that moment in Changing Channels were Gabriel has the gameshow announcer talk about how Cas is good-looking and Dean has such a strange little reaction.
-> "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels."
It reads like, "Cas? That Cas? *double-take/eyebrow POP* Wait, actually-wowza. I can't believe I just thought that. Look what you made me think in front of an audience UGH."
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Like, I think in this little span of time in early 5, where we get dorky, complicated, epic-fail-moments-Cas is when Dean starts to get those fluttery feelings in his belly fluttering a little more sharply.
Up till this point, he's had the awe for Cas's rebellious mettle and hero worship-ness for Cas's powers and steadfastness, but it's here that it seems to be mixing with...something else. Something "UGH - embarrassing!"
Dean starts to like Cas, and then he starts to innocently-I'll-never-act-on-it-because-it's-safe-and-unavailable...like Cas.
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Right before these, you've got the Free to Be You and Me, then you've got The Endverse, and then by the time we get to I Believe, the Children Are Our Future, Dean is practically hair twirling and playing pranks (even when Cas is trying to kill a hybrid child.)
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Then, by Changing Channels, he's verbally worried about him in a way we haven't seen before. In fact, it's when Cas gets spirited away by Gabe the second time that Dean snaps:
CASTIEL is flung backwards into the wall, his face hidden. The TRICKSTER appears at the door.
TRICKSTER: Hello!
Applause and cheers. CASTIEL gets up; his mouth has been duct-taped shut.
TRICKSTER: Thank you. Thank you, ladies.
CASTIEL glares at the TRICKSTER.
TRICKSTER: Hi, Castiel!
The TRICKSTER gestures at CASTIEL, who vanishes in a burst of static.
SAM: You know him?
DEAN: Where did you just send him?
TRICKSTER: Relax, he'll live. ...Maybe.
Laugh track.
DEAN: All right, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it.
TRICKSTER: Yeah? Get what, hotshot?
"He'll live...maybe" -> Dean's HELL NAH gets activated and he gets up in Gabe's face even though he just learned Gabe's powers are scarier than he appeared even before now. Remember, at this point, this is an entity that killed Dean over and over, and Dean's even aware of that (he says as such in this episode).
And then, Gabriel viciously slams Dean against a wall. It's dangerous.
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We get this scene, visually very similar to when Cas appeared to Dean in Free to Be You and Me:
DEAN finishes brushing his teeth and spits.
DEAN: I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas. You know, where is he?
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DEAN: Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.
GABRIEL: Oh am I.
DEAN: Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel.
GABRIEL snaps his fingers. CASTIEL appears.
DEAN: Cas, you okay?
CASTIEL: I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel.
Anyway, this era is definitely lurching into a critical "I-care-about-my-buddy-and-maybe-I-sometimes-have-a-harmless-crush-actually," territory for me.
#early attractions#vintage dean/cas ramblings#and the hospital is sooo quiet i chose to queue up changing channels ok
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heey, I hope you are having a good week! could you please write a fratboy!tom holland based on daylight (ts!) where he met her and discovered that love is much more beautiful and happy than he ever imagined it to be 🥹🫶
Ugh! Ok bear with me because I'm awful at Frat fics 😭 and I'm watching Grey's Anatomy so this is gonna be awful! This is gonna be short but I hope you enjoy it!
Even from outside the house, you can hear the music clearly and there are drunk students wandering the lawn. Your best friend has her arms wrapped around yours, keeping you close like you always do. She somehow always convinces you to join her for the same party every week for the sole purpose of seeing her crush.
It's juvenile but you get free alcohol so why not indulge her. The moment you enter the fraternity house you're hit with the smell of booze and sweat, which thankfully you got used to. The first time you entered this house you had to keep walking outside for fresh air.
"Oh my god, there he is!" She yells in your ear, loud enough to be barely heard over the blasting music. She discreetly points at the blond boy she's been gushing about since she first saw him. "Isn't he so adorable?" She giggles and you take a long look at the boy and still can't see what she does. You'd try and reason with her about him, but they genuinely seem to like each other.
"Well, you know where to find me," You unhook your arm from hers, allowing her to practically levitate to him. Just like every week you slip past the swaying bodies and enter the kitchen. The drinks are already laid out on the island counter which is way too fancy for the fart house.
As you pour yourself a drink in a plastic purple cup you notice a group of boys have also entered the kitchen. They seem to be having an intense conversation, debating something you're not interested in enough to listen to. You scoop ice out of a cheap cooler, standing up straight a little too fast.
You slam into one of the boys, spilling ice and a bit of your drink on your shirt. You take a second to examine your shirt, it's not going to stain but it's an inconvenience for now.
"Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!" You snap, spinning on your heel to face whoever you hit. Sure, you're being rude by instantly reacting badly, but you just want to drink and wait until your best friend is done dancing around her crush.
The moment you turn your eyes lock with a boy who is holding an annoyed look, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so harsh. As you stare at him you notice a shift in his eyes and his face relaxes. As if looking at you has somehow changed his mind about you. You clear your throat and now your shirt is unbearable to have on with alcohol-soaked cloth sticking to your stomach.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking!" He instantly replies, his hands in front of him in a surrendering gesture. His eyes land on the spillage that is still spreading and is now noticeable. "That does not look comfortable," He chuckles, running a hand through his gelled hair.
"Oh, no it feels really nice," You snark, pulling the shirt forward just enough to peel it off your damp skin. If you hadn't promised your friend you'd stay the entire night you would have gone home already. You know you should be nicer to him, it wasn't his fault. "Sorry for snapping at you," You sigh, glancing back up at him.
"I get it, it's a stuffy house and there's people everywhere. If I weren't obligated to be here I'd probably be anywhere else," He grins and now you can't help but find him handsome. His eyes wrinkle and shine in the dim lights. "I could grab you a new shirt, but it'll probably be a bit big," He suggests and a new shirt sounds perfect.
That's how you end up in his room, sitting on his bed that is surprisingly made. His room has a few posters taped to the wall, one of them being Spider-man. You expected everyone at a fraternity to have pinups and messy rooms, instead, his is organized and well thought out.
On his way up to his room, you learn his name is Tom and he's an open book. You could ask a million questions and he'd probably have a billion answers for you. It soothes your nerves that he's being sweet and not once has made a move.
"So, why did you join a frat?" You ask, leaning to the left to see him through the closet door. He's holding up two shirts on hangers as if he can't decide which ones to give you. Either one would work for tonight and you'd return it the next week. "Not to judge you based off of thirty minutes, but you don't seem like the type,"
He looks up from the shirts, his lips parted in surprise. It's a simple question, it's not like you're asking him something deeply personal. Yet, his expression makes you wonder if anyone has ever bothered to ask him anything that isn't skin deep.
"Ah, uhm my friend Harrison persuaded me to join with him," He answers quickly, putting one of the shirts back on his rack. He exits his closet, removing a grey long-sleeve shirt from the hanger. "Is this good?" He asks nervously.
You don't even take a second look at it before reaching for it, "Anything is better than smelling like alcohol," You joke, standing up from his bed. You gesture for him to turn around and he does so without protesting. He even goes as far as covering his eyes with one hand. "From what you said earlier, you don't enjoy the parties?"
Tom shakes his head, "It's always too crowded and I don't really know anyone. I try my best to socialize but after a while you kind of get sick of the loud music and constant flirting," He laughs but it's short-lived, it makes you feel bad for him. You understand the feeling of wanting to just be alone but ending up back at the party.
"I only come each week because my friend has a huge crush on this blond guy," You remove your shirt, wiping off some of the droplets of liquid off your skin. You swiftly straighten out his shirt and pull it over your head. It's a little heavy for how warm it is inside the room but it's comfortable enough to ignore. "You can turn around now,"
He hesitates for a second but drops his hand and shifts to face you. There's an awkward silence between the two of you which only grows longer. After maybe two minutes of you both looking anywhere but at each other he finally pipes up.
"Since we're both sort of obligated to show up at the party maybe we could hang out with each other," He squeaks out and quickly coughs to adjust his voice. "We could be friends," He suggests. You honestly don't even need to think about it, he's kind and how can you reject someone like him?
"Friends it is," You smile, your heart pounding at a newfound situation.
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"No, seriously how can you be passing every other class except your history class?" You burst out laughing, staring at his grades for the semester. You really shouldn't be making fun of him, he worked hard and you helped him study for hours. Yet, you find yourself sitting on his bed covering your mouth while you giggle.
"Oh, I'm sorry are my grades making you upset?" He looks at his computer over your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist. His touch makes your chest bloom with warmth, forcing you to think back to the night you met him. You were so quick to judge him and now you can't help but be with him every second of the day.
"No, you're right I passed all my classes," You cackle, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. "I mean, if you had told me four months ago that I'd end up dating a guy who knows barely any history I think I'd avoid the cooler," You tease, kissing his cheek to make up for it.
"If you did that I'd probably find another way to spill your drink," He mumbles, lifting your chin with his fingers. He plants a long kiss on your lips, enjoying how soft they are. He pulls away barely an inch before continuing to talk, "I've never met someone who truly makes college a better experience,"
"That's so corny," You snort but your heart is doing backflips. You'd never admit it out loud but you're grateful your best friend constantly dragged you to each and every party if it meant meeting him.
#tom holland x reader#tom holland imagine#tom holland fluff#tom holland blurb#tom holland x you#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x fem#tom holland fanfiction#Frat!tom
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He's still got it.....I'm not Jealous
John Dory x Male Reader x Hickory
While on the way to vacay island, you couldn't help but overhear Hickory and John Dory's conversation, they were talking like some cute couple....you and John used to be a cute couple...ugh you tried to not think about it, why are you feeling like this. Why? Is it because you still love him?! No! You should hate him....right? He left you! Abandoned you like some trash. Even if, he's got someone else now.
Once you all arrived at vacay island there was Spruce, surfboarding to a restaurant, you all immediately followed him inside, you come to the realization Spruce actually owns this place. John Dory tries to get his attention, but Spruce just throws a menu on his face, not knowing who's calling him "Spruce it's us! You're brothers!" John Dory says, Spruce then gasp, turns around yelling "Woah! Bitty B!" Proceeding to throw Bitty B around, John letting out a faint "What?" Hickory then just lightly patted him on the back.
Spruce says "Wet Willy!" As he gave Branch a wet willy, Branch then stopped Spruce, saying "Stop! I am a grown up!" He says in frustration "Oh sorry a wet william" Spruce jokes, which makes you laugh "It's been a while Spruce!" You say, giving Spruce a hug, which he reciprocated "It's been a while too Y/N!" He then breaks the hug saying "Also it's Bruce now" "Woah a name change. Cool" You answer.
Bruce sees Hickory and Poppy and asks "Who are they?" "Oh he's/she's my partner" Branch and John Dory say in unison, Bruce hums and jokes "Wow Bitty B got some game" nudging Branch, which Branch just sighs frustratingly. John Dory then interrupts the conversation saying "Spruce!" "Bruce" Bruce corrects John Dory
He responds with "Oh right. Well we're actually here to-" "Wait let me introduce you all to the fam!" Bruce says, leading you all to the counter "This is my wife and business partner Brandy!" He says, as Brandy gives him a kiss on the cheeks "Honey these are my brothers! Unexpectedly" "Oh hello! It's nice to finally meet you all!" Brandy says. You were all a bit confused on how their relationship worked but supported none the less
John Dory then takes Bruce closer to the group and says "Bruce it's an emergency, it's Floyd he's been captured!" "What?! We need to call the police!" Bruce says, John responds "No no! We need to hit the family Harmony. It's the only way to break the bottle Floyd's trapped in. The police won't help because these guys that got Floyd are famous! And we don't even have proof!" "Good point" Bruce says, nodding in agreement "So how about we practice!" John Dory says, waving his arms, a big smile on his face.
Hickory chuckles at his boyfriends childish actions "I agree, practicing will do ya good" "I don't know" Bruce says, then one of his kids says "See guys! I told you dad wasn't in a band" Bruce gets offended and responds "I was! Ask your mother" "He was in a band alright" Brandy says, Bruce and John Dory go to the stage, Poppy asks "Aren't you gonna join your brothers?" "what no" Branch answers "Oh ok, it's alright if you can't handle it Branch" Poppy responds "Yup, we don't wanna force you if you're not up to the challenge" You add
"I can handle it! I'm just saving my voice for Floyd" Branch retorts, offended, you and Poppy smirk before chanting with Bruce's kids "Prove it! Prove it! Do it!" "ugh fine" Branch finally gives in. They finally perform and you just watch from the sidelines. Hickory and Poppy got invited to dance as well by John and Branch. You can't help but feel even the tiniest bit of jealousy, and you're not sure why.
Is it because you still love John? Is it because he just abandoned you out of nowhere along with Branch then just appears decades later with someone else? Maybe, you can't help but look in awe as they perform, you remember the days of Brozone, when you would watch their performances in awe, and when you actually started dating the leader, it was unbelievable for you.
You snapped out of it, noticing you've been staring at John and his new boyfriend for a while. You sigh, just trying to focus on something else, just kinda, trying not to think about it. It's hard. Real hard. So you went to the beach, and just sat on the sand, focusing on the ocean, your mind starts to wander as your eyes stare into the waves. You were in a trance-like state.
You didn't even notice how much time had gone by until Branch had to snap you out of it with Poppy "Hm?" You hum, snapping back to reality "Finally, why were you just staring into the ocean?" Branch asks "Oh it's nothing, don't worry too much" You assure Branch "If you say so, come on we're leaving" Branch responds, you three go back inside Rhonda, as John starts driving away.
(TBC)
#trolls 3#trolls#trolls john dory#john dory#brozone x male reader#male reader#gay#john dory x reader#trolls branch#bruce trolls#trolls band together#queen poppy#trolls poppy#john dory x male reader#fanfiction#gay trolls#trolls hickory#hickdory
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Stray Kids drabbles: How they would love a small titty s/o
Han Jisung
This boyfriend of yours hides his perviness the best way possible. And yes, sure, he's clingy like a koala, who loves to force his love whenever possible but he sure is a great pretender that it took you a while to notice his weirdly obsession of you in a laced bra.
They were preparing for a comeback. And with their hectic and tight schedule, you barely seen or heard about your boyfriend. The texts, chat and video calls are not doing it's trick and it seems like it wasn't enough. It never was. So when you and your friend decided to shop for laced underwear, your friend commented something that sparked curiosity in you.
You propped yourself to the pink furry blanket of the floor, wearing the laced bra that was supposed to hug your body and compliment your small chest. Infront of the mirror of your bedroom, you strike a sultry pose and clicked the camera
*Y/N sends a photo*
Quokka: typing...
Y/N: Hi baby, I miss you. I just thought you might like something to cheer you up since it's comeback season.
Quokka: what the-
Quokka: Oh my gosh, baby,
Quokka: Should I just get scolded by Minho and skip the dance lessons? Fuck-
Y/N: Do you like it baby? does it cheer you up?
Quokka: Ugh, yes baby, straight and erect 🫠💖
You giggled at his response. Minutes later your door opens to your boyfriend, finding you on the bed still wearing the laced underwear and a see-through night robe. He can't help but bite his lower lip with excitement when you perked up on the edge of the bed and your hands at on your sides, allowing him to have a VIP view of your chest. He saw the couple necklace that he bought at Tiffany's with his name engraved in gold cursive 'Han's' and you know that he loves having some sort of ownership over you.
"Hi baby" He greets almost breathy, still standing on his feet, shoving your hair to the back softly "Have you been waiting for me, baby?" He asks. His voice in low octaves and you swore the laced bra did the trick which he would get definitely scolded-by by the older hyungs, Bang Chan and Minho tomorrow morning. You nodded in response, gliding your hands painfully slow on his clothed bulge, he hiss in pain.
But he doesn't really gives a shit about it as long as he gets to adore your pretty tits in full view.
Meanho: Where the flying hell are you?!
AussieBoi1: This MF must be tangled in between Y/N's legs, you're so dead at practice tom.
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Lee Felix
If you would ask the members, they would 100% say that Felix wouldn't be able to control his facial expression if you would wear something thight around your chest around him. Wearing a crop top wasn't a thing for you because you always loved wearing comfy and dating Felix gave you an access to hundreds of his comfortable T-shirts also because before you met him, You were always sporting a T-shirt which he didn't mind the fashion sense so you wearing something girly for him would have a chance of zero to none, And so you took the test. They were on dancing lessons under Minho when you came over, holding some snacks and drinks for them to enjoy. It was unnoticeable at first since you're wearing a windbreaker, you settled down the pizza and chicken wings on the floor as they circled around the food. You settled your bag at one of the hidden cabinets along with your windbreaker, revealing your knitted croptop. You went back and sat beside Seungmin and Hyunjin, purposely infront of Felix. Leaning down to take a chicken leg for yourself and giving the members a view of your chest and Felix, a heart attack. His mouth was agape, eyeing the members, almost cursing with his eyes as they looked away, jerking their heads at some place
As much as he hated the fact that the members can see half the bare of your chest, he can't help but adore the confidence that it got you for wearing something girly as it was a rare occassion, for everyone. It made him jealous, painfully jealous to the point that his forehead is hurting from the frown that he's unable to hide while the members laughed at his back. When the members left, he waits for you outside, pulling you to an empty dressing room, heaving a sigh, holding you in place with a hand to your shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, voice hung low, as if his voice could go any lower, staring at you and making you small beneath him
"What do you mean, baby?" You replied, staring back as if you didn't just wore a crop top around his members on purpose "Do you like my blouse baby?" You asked, purposely leaning on him with a pout, allowing him to have a perfect view of your small and cute chest, his breathing hitched with anticipation
"Very..." He replied, gulping a lump on his throat "Like what you see baby?" You asks "Baby, you must only wear something like this only for my eyes" He replies, pulling you by your waist, waiting for a reply, you nodded eagerly, earning a smirk from the blonde fairy
"Good..."
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Kim Seungmin
Seungmin is the MF who loves to grope your nipples whenever you watch a movie or something. It came out of nowhere. He must think that your nipples was some sort of fidget toy and he tells you that it either calms him down whenever he's stressed or relaxes him more when he's chilling. You took a mental note of what he said and buried it at the back of your head then soon emerges when you had a small fight with him. It was a silly one, he was on the computer with the other members and he isn't gonna budge anytime soon to your complaint
"Boy, if you don't sleep i'll just go back home to my place" You scold at him and Seungmin didn't even flinch. He was focused on the game on the screen. You tried to persuade him as it was already past 11 and he barely get to sleep if you don't force him to.
"Come on, aim at the tower, hyung!" he shouts at the headphones, you strut your way towards him, stripping off your skirt, You shoved his keyboard to the side carefully, giving him a picture perfect view of your naked frame, man was stunned to speak as the other members shout at him at his character dying
"Fuck! where the hell are you Seungmin?" Changbin aggressively shouts to the headphones
"Still there dude?" Hyunjin asks
You pulled his hand, guiding to your chest as he involuntarily grope
"Hi baby, I told you to sleep right?" You ask, still sitting on his computer table
"Don't you love to relax, baby?" You asked again, earning a groan from him "Baby can I suck on your nipples? They feel so hard right now" He patiently waits for your permission, nodding and sinking down to his thighs, giving him easy access to your breasts
You moaned into the pleasure, jerking to his thin shorts
"Do you love it baby, when you get to relax on my nipples?" You asks as he bites on the bud earning a moan from you
"Fuck that's hot" Bang Chan comments through the headphones, obviously hearing the whole session of the make out, You embarrassingly yanked the headphones off the plug.
To this day Seungmin still gets the best of the comments from his hyungs because of that particular situation but he doesn't really care.
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Yang Jeongin
Jeongin adores you in any outfit. He always got this lovingly stare that he does whenever you make an effort to your clothing. a dress, a skirt, whatever that compliments your small frame, he surely is the number one fan of it.
He is, unexpectedly inlove, when he found you at the dorms with just his T-shirt. The white cotton, hung to your frame almost enveloping you with it's large size. It didn't help when the sun shone at you, tracing the curve of your chest, he licked his lips in excitement.
"Hi baby, what are you doing?" He greets, hugging you from the back. "Just the dishes baby, how was the lessons?" You asked and didn't got a response. He pulls you to his room and sat you down at the edge of his bed
"Baby?" You asked as he leans forward to you, kneeling
"Baby you look so hot right now with just a T-shirt" trapping your thighs with his arms, eyes never leaving your chest "I just wanna stare at them forever, baby" You chuckled at his confession. Sneaking a hand under your shirt, groping at your bud, you moaned at the pleasure
"Ugh, it's so soft too, baby. These are only mine right?" He asks
"Yours forever baby" You replied, he groaned in pain
Needless to say, the dishes were never done and came accross Minho when he came back from the studio.
"What the heck, I'm not your mother guys, what's with the messy sink"
#skz#skz angst#skz fanfic#skz imagines#skz smut#skz x reader#stray kids#felix imagines#fluff#lee felix#seungmin#yang jeongin#stray kids jisung#han jisung#felix smut#felix lee#felix x reader#felix#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#kpop smut
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This Starving Heart
# 3. Accidents - I
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“How did you get hit?”
“Hmm?”
“During practice…how did you get hit?”
Ishan tried to keep his tone even and unbothered.
The opposite of what he was feeling inside.
Shubhman had buried himself in his blanket roll and was scrolling through his phone while half asleep.
Something was…. off about him.
Ishan couldn't recall anything specific which made him think that, but he could pinpoint some moments where he just knew.
For example, right now, the sudden panic in his sleepy eyes at a simple question.
“I…”
Apparently There was no snarky or sarcastic reply waiting to pop out.
Ishan paused the running episode on his tab and turned to fully Face his roommate.
Something is off.
“I got distracted.”
And then he buries his head inside the blanket roll before Ishan can form a Retort.
So Ishan just snorts and turns back to his tab and resumes the episode.
Ten minutes later He realizes he's losing the plot because he can't focus.
Not when his mind keeps repeating and rewinding every single interaction he's had with Shubman in the past 24 hours.
He's been like this since the morning, he realizes.
Closed off, dazed, jittery, ‘distracted’...as the guy called it.
But… .why?
The pending episode doesn't hold his attention again that night.
When he finally puts his tab away and closes his eyes, he dreams of silly smiles and flighty eyes.
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The Next day, after their morning practice ends, they all head straight to the dining hall for breakfast.
Except Shubhman , who insists on taking a shower first and runs back to their room.
They all finish their breakfast and he grabs a plate before heading to his room.
His roommate hasn't contributed to raising his blood pressure in the past 24 hours, and Ishan feels like that's a feat he should personally reward him for.
Except when he reaches his room and opens the door-
Shubhman is there.
Shubhman is covered in glistening drops of water, wearing nothing but a loosely tied towel around his waist and blow-drying his hair.
Ishan allows himself two full seconds to just stare at his naked back.
Then he fully enters the room and the door shuts itself behind him.
Shubhman visibly flinches and turns.
“Your hair and makeup maintenance was taking too much time, so I got your breakfast.”
But his eyes never drift towards the plate. Instead he looks at Ishan, then at the floor, then again at Ishan, then at the wall towards his right.
After a minute of awkwardly making his eyes dance around, he simply says,
“Um… can you…can you get out please?”
. . . .
Ishan probably would have thrown the plate at him if not for the ‘please’ added in the end.
“Excuse me… What?”
He keeps the plate on the bed before his initial instinct to hurl it takes over.
“I'm changing…so, get out!”
He's Louder this time, but it just sounds whiny to Ishan.
He grits his teeth.
“I…brought. You. YOUR BREAKFAST! and you're telling me to get out!?”
He probably shouldn't shout like this, but at the moment, he can't be bothered to give a damn.
“I didn't mean it like that!
Ugh… I'm changing…why can't you just get out for two minutes!?”
“Why should I get out!?
You change clothes everyday, what's the big deal anyway?”
“I Want some PRIVACY FOR GOD'S SAKE!
GET OUT ALREADY!”
Shubhman almost screams the Last part.
Privacy? What privacy? They change clothes in front of each other all the time.
Ishan has no idea why it's suddenly a big deal.
But before he can convey what he feels (mixed with some profanities), the loosely tied knot of the towel around Shubhman's waist comes undone.
He squeaks and tries to grab the falling corners with one hand while trying not to drop the blow dryer he was holding in his other hand.
The sight of his roommate awkwardly trying to hold the blow dryer while trying to hold the towel together is……hilarious.
So hilarious that it instantly makes him forget how pissed he was two seconds ago.
Shubhman has turned a hilarious shade of red and is desperately trying to tie the towel back together while balancing the dryer.
Ishan can't help but give into the laugh that's building up in his throat.
His Roommate is trying to glare at him but it fails as his face and ears are flushed while he's hunched over trying to keep himself covered.
He finally stops and takes pity on the poor guy who looks close to tears after being laughed at.
He walks towards him and Shubhman starts backing away.
An odd, thrilling sensation runs through him when he sees the usually smug guy completely embarrassed and backed into a corner for once.
That just tempts him into bullying the guy even more.
His chain of thoughts might have shown themselves in his expressions as Shubhman panics.
“Wait... Ishan? Ju- just Wait a second…I- .…….. ISHAN... STOP!?”
Ishan doesn't stop.
He takes slow steps and doesn't stop until there's barely a foot's distance between them.
He takes the dryer first, turns off the switch and places it on their bedside table.
Then, He grabs the towel.
“Let go, Shubhman.”
He doesn't.
Instead, he holds on tighter, screws his eyes shut and shakes his head in a ‘no’.
Ishan gives the towel a tug once more and then uses his full strength to simply snatch it.
Shubhman flinches and almost curls into himself while trying to grab it again.
“Stay still for a second, Idiot.”
Ishan holds both ends, brings them together and ties them into a proper knot which won't fall open in two minutes.
He looks up and just….stares.
Lowered lashes shyly look at him and instantly turn away. There's a light flush on his cheeks that goes all the way down to his neck.
His ears are bright red.
What a pretty sight.
Ishan steps back.
“Finish your breakfast quickly and come downstairs.”
He turns around and walks out.
“Oh and- "
He takes one last look at the flustered guy,
“learn how to tie a knot please. You don't want this to happen in the dressing room.”
The way his face reddens kind of boosts Ishan's mood for the rest of the day.
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Gods I took Wayy too much time to post this... Will try to update regularly from now on.
(key word - try)
Also, the timeline is a bit off (because I'm dumb) but this is just ishan's pov in between the week that shubhi mellows out. It will continue for the next few chapters now.
Please gimme feedback /comments they serve as duel for writing. ฅ'ω'ฅ
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I’m glad you’re back! Started reading your fics not so long ago.
Can I request a very feverish jimin, with either a throat or a stomach infection, and worried members that take care of him day and night?
Thank you sm anon I'm glad to be back too! :) I managed to get in everyone taking care of Jiminie here 💜
Downtime for Jimin
Sickie: Jimin
Catetakers: OT7
TW: emeto
Summary: Jimin hates when he gets sick.🌡
2PM:
Jimin had to sit out of dance practice after running to throw up twice. He couldn't pick up the choreography and kept missing steps. Hoseok halted it and made the younger sit down after noticing he felt warm.
"I dont know what's wrong with me" Jimin huffed. He hates missing out on dancing but he does feel a bit faint.
"I dont want you passing out on us" Hoseok tells him. He gives Jimin a trash can nearby and a bottle of water. Jimin sits on the floor leaning against the wall. He tells himself he can join again when he feels better but that doesn't happen. Hoseok ends up ending the session earlier as he sees Jimin in such poor condition.
4PM:
Jimin hates feeling like this. His stomach has been acting up all day. He started feeling warm around mid afternoon and when he threw up his lunch he knew he was done for.
"Jimin, you doing okay?" Yoongi and Taehyung wait outside the locked stall in the bathroom.
"..mhm.." Jimin moans in response. His stomach gurgles and he throws up wet chunks into the bowl.
Being sick and throwing up is one thing but doing it at your work building somehow feels much worse. Jimin worries about random people coming in and hearing his awful retches and he doesn't want anyone seeing his face after he's done. It feels too vulnerable. But today he has no other option, other than the floor in the hallway.
"How are you doing?" Taehyung asks him after the retching simmers down.
"Ugh.. I'm done.." Jimin's voice croaked. He wipes his mouth and flushes. When he finally unlocks the door they see how sickly he looks. Jimin has circles under his eyes and he's sweating lightly.
"Jiminah, you look terrible you poor thing. And you're running a pretty bad fever there." Yoongi and Taehyung help Jimin clean his face quickly.
"Ugh, let's get out of here before anyone else comes in" Jimin says worriedly. His face is flushed and his stomach still cramping, he hastily walks out. Luckily no one else was around.
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7PM:
Jimin crawled into bed after a rough ride home. His fever rising and his appetite declined. The lights are off and it feels much later than it is and his fever makes it hard to think properly.
Jungkook tried giving him some ginger tea for his stomach. But not even five minutes later he's grabbing the bucket again, heaving up the small amount he sipped.
"Awh, I'm sorry the tea didn't help hyung" Jungkook said sadly.
"It's okay Kookie, I appreciate the gesture" Jimin says quietly, rubbing JK's hand. He really wishes his stomach would let up. He couldn't even join the guys at dinner as his stomach can't handle anything.
Jungkook goes to get a new cold wet cloth for Jimin's fever. "Try to sleep some more hyung."
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12AM:
Jimin conked out for awhile but his head is so hot and bothered he woke again. Jin cleaned the bucket and took Jimin's temperature. He's alarmed at how high it is "whoa, you're burning up Jiminah."
Jimin doesn't say anything, he's too nauseas. His stomach is still threatening to hurl up more. He can't believe he still has anything to throw up, he lost his lunch and his breakfast long ago.
"Don't force it Jiminah".the oldest says softly.
"I c-can't help it--" Jimin cuts off with another harsh retch, splashing into the newly cleaned bucket.
"Hyung, I hate this" Jimin whined and dove his head into the bucket again. His stomach is still pushing up even though it's pretty much empty. After one more dry heave and just spitting out saliva, Jimin concludes that he's done. He wraps himself up in the blankets like a burrito and closes his eyes.
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4AM:
Jimin keeps falling asleep and randomly waking up again. He blames it on his fever and his stomach that still churns sometimes. Jimin thought he fell asleep on the couch at work and woke up hot and uncomfortable. Nope, he's in his own bed. Namjoon took out the fan and put it in Jimin's room, hoping it would help him cool down. The breeze is nice on his sweaty face and slightly damp hair.
Namjoon also tried giving him medicine for his fever and upset tummy but he threw it up 20 minutes later. "I think Jimin should see a doctor tomorrow morning" the leader finally says.
Jimin whines in protest but the others all agree he should.
"I think so too, he might need a different medicine" Hoseok adds. Jimin doesn't like the idea but knows in the back of his head that he should.
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8AM:
Jimin's doctor confirms he has a stomach infection. He prescribes him medication that will clear it up within a few days and in the meantime he has to take it easy. The others continue to take care of him until he's better.
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Shiro, I love your angst. May I ask angsty with happy ending with Z? Maybe, smth caused by his fame or- OH! HOW ABT! Reader is also close friends with Robaire. Z and Reader likes each other but have yet to confess. (You see where I’m going?). Z is jealous of Rob but never said anything buy when Z catches Rob on top of Reader (Reader tripped and Rob tried to help. Maybe? Can be smth else), he kinda snapped as in “fuck this. I give up. Aight I’m out”.
Idk rlly, I just love angst with happy ending and you’re the angst provider so I trust you
praise be for the manga has inspired my return (these requests have been sitting here for like a good year i am so sorry 🙇♀️🙇♀️, but god this prompt is too good to let sit)
jealous! aaron z x reader headcanons~
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ you are so down bad for z ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
i'd like to say you and z have been dancing around each other for awhile, like deadass doing the viennese waltz around your feelings if you will. (he's too shy to make a move and you're too unsure about his feelings for you despite the very clear affection).
i mean, you can't really blame anyone in this situation because why would you ruin a perfectly good friendship with romance?? you, z, and robaire were essentially THE highschool trio of friends. no matter how iffy the situation got between you three your foundation was rock solid.
with robaire being the overachiever and z being the shy and stoic guy he is, you naturally became the mediator between the two. often telling off robaire for not taking breaks and enjoying himself, and encouraging z to put himself out there more. essentially, getting them to live a little.
you had to admit though you were much closer to z, while robaire had his own things going on that didn't often involve your trio, z was always there in your corner. you are each others' biggest cheerleaders even as adults <33
this closeness slowly blossomed into feelings as you watched z grow from the sidelines...
It was a quiet night in the dance studio, you were helping Aaron film a fun freestyle choreography he had just come up with. Were your arms aching from the various takes you needed to do? Yeah, but for that smile it was well worth it. His expressions were perfect, his movements sharp and well-practiced, to say the least he was in perfect form.
The song ended and the CD stopped echoing from your speakers, you let Z hold his ending pose for a few seconds before stopping the recording. "That time was really good! Just like the last trillion takes~" You teased, already knowing Z was growing embarrassed from the way he pouted at you.
"Yeah, I'm satisfied... Wanna head out for dinner?" He suggested as he jogged over to where you were standing right beside his bag. Grabbing a towel and quickly wiping over his face as well as the back of his neck. "I know it's late so you could stay over tonight..." He added softly, that was the tone Z used whenever he was trying to play off something he really wanted. How could you say no?
"Sure! But you should go change, all the offense when I say you reek of sweat." You giggled to hide the excitement that was bubbling in your stomach. Spending the night at Z's as adults was much more fun than in highschool, the two of you would stay up and drink for a bit before cuddling (platonically!) on the couch to watch movies. "I'll wait out in the hall." You suggested as you began to step out but one muscular arm proceeded to block you—
"I reek huh? Well then, before you go how 'bout I give you a thank you hug~?" Z asked teasingly before quickly grabbing you by the waist.
"Noooo!!" You laughed, "Ugh you nasty!" Quickly writhing out of Z's hold, you jumped out of his arms and bolted for the door. "Just go and change before I drown you in perfume!" You threatened before shutting the door and taking a seat on one of the hallway benches.
You took a few deep breaths before finally letting the warmth spread on your cheeks, god that was embarrassing... You wondered if Z could tell your heart was racing, all of his usual actions have been taking a different effect on you lately and you hated it. Your relationship with him was supposed to be the one steadfast and assured thing in your life, these feelings would only rip that away.
Before you could lament on your feelings too much, another familiar voice called out to you.
"Hey (name)! I didn't know you were here too!" Robaire called out joyfully, carrying a seemingly forgotten shopping bag as he exited the office next to the dance studio. It was weird to admit that you and Robaire drifted after highschool, sure you were still friendly and familiar with each other, but your relationship didn't quite retain the same quality as yours with Z.
Robaire casually took a seat next to you, placing the bag next to him. "It's been awhile since I've seen you alone, usually you and Z are joined at the hip!" He exclaimed as he leaned his back against the wall, a nostalgic smile taking over his features. "Not that that's a bad thing of course. I'm happy you two are still close!" The last part felt... forced. Maybe Robaire lamented letting you drift away to Z's side so easily?
"It's honestly easy to be around him, although he's changed a lot since highschool." You reflected evenly, watching as Robaire exhaled and gently leaned his head on your shoulder. Now this was nostalgic, you remembered the days when Robaire would seek you out to take a break from all the stress and responsibilities he put onto himself. Letting his head rest on you just as it did now as he closed his eyes to let himself have a moment of silence.
Robaire regretted taking on so much at the expense of leaving your relationship in the dust.
"Does that mean... I'm still the same?" Robaire asked, his tone showing genuine curiosity.
You thought about that for a bit, although more mature and knowing how to pace himself a little better now, you couldn't truly pinpoint if Robaire had changed in your eyes or not. "You're still my Bear." You settled on that answer, he retained his dependability and sense of responsibility from when you were teenagers, but you could tell he still craved affection and acknowledgement every now and then. Same old Bear.
"Your Bear huh..."
Even from a distance Z could see the grin forming on Robaire's face from where he stood and he hated it. He felt invisible to the one person who always saw and looked in his direction, and it hurt.
to say the least, z and robaire's relationship was complicated.
they care for each other! they really do it's just...
everyone saw robaire, everyone looked at robaire, from highschool until now he was the one who had everyone's attention and expectations. and yes yours included but you never left z out, you never left him behind.
even when everyone's eyes were on robaire you looked for him, when everyone noticed robaire you made sure to notice him. everyone else could take the backseat when it came to you because you were z's priority. z almost felt bad depending on you this much but you proved time and time again you would be there for him and make him feel worth it, that alone made him so unbelievably happy.
maybe this was some sort of punishment for him being selfish, for him monopolizing your feelings, for him falling in love with you, any other rhyme or reason for the building pit in his stomach his heart named it. he should have expected this, he should have known.
fuck this, he's done. if you wanted robaire and robaire wanted you, he'd let it happen. it's the least he could do after so selfishly keeping you by his side this whole time.
"Welp, that's enough reflecting. Do you need a ride home?" Robaire offered as he detached himself from your shoulder. Ignoring the bubbling feeling in his chest at the expectation of your answer.
"Oh, I'm having dinner with Aaron actually..." You rejected politely, you could see his green eyes falter slightly before quickly returning to normal as he nodded. Standing up from the bench, he grabbed the forgotten shopping bag then turned back to face you, "We should hang out again sometime, us three. I miss you guys y'know?"
At that you smiled, the thought of rekindling your friendship with Robaire was nice. "Definitely." You replied, waving him off before standing up, now how long does it take to change a damn shirt? Z loved complaining when you took a while to change but he sure was taking his sweet time.
You walked down the hallway back to the dance studio, your footsteps echoing as the lightbulbs blinked above you. Was their agency... always this creepy at night? Now you were a bit scared. "Z?" You called out as you saw a tall figure in the hallway, "There you are!"
Sighing in relief you ran towards Z, your friend's back was turned to you however even in the darkness of the dimly lit hallway you recognized the same old worn out t-shirt he liked to wear in his down time. You got it for him on his birthday after all. "I was worried you left me there for a minute!" You laughed as you went to grab his hand, but surprisingly he pulled away.
"What happened to Robaire?" He asked, with a tone of voice... You hadn't heard him use that in a long time, monotone yet polite, one he only ever pulled out when talking with strangers. "I thought you were gonna go home with him instead." His back was still turned to you, he was refusing to look at you? Why...
"Are you okay?" Was your first instinct to ask, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer to you. Trying to grab ahold of the situation, "Where did all these Robaire questions come from? I thought we were going back to your place?"
When he finally turned around to face you it was with an apathetic expression. After all those years of friendship and learning his expressions you couldn't read him for once. Aaron wouldn't meet your eyes and it hurt.
"We were. Until it seemed like you wanted to go home with him instead." Z grumbled under his breath, his eyes hardening as he tried to pull his arm out of your grasp once more but you wouldn't let him this time.
"Aaron, talk to me. Why are you making these assumptions when I already made plans with you?" You groaned, frustrated, it was as if you had just met all over again and you hated it. "Did I do something wrong? What happened, why are you so upset all of a sudden?!"
"Because I love you even though I know I'm not enough."
That took you aback.
First of all, Aaron loves you?! Second of all, he thinks he's not enough?! Third of all... Actually there is no third of all, you were just gonna get this boy home so you could have a proper heart-to-heart and talk it out.
fast forward to you shoving z into his own car and driving him home, with you literally grabbing onto his hand and dragging him to the vehicle, you had the spare key cause he had no one to give it to so there was no issue getting in.
z was supposed to be the quiet one here, so with you immediately going silent after his (admittedly horrible) confession, he was worried that he had completely ruined the relationship between you two. maybe he was too rough, too stoic to properly convey that he just wanted to see you happy even if it was with robaire... (i mean he definitely was but still!)
so to his surprise, the moment you got to his house you sat his ass down at his coffee table and began heating up leftovers for dinner. anytime he'd awkwardly move from his position in an attempt to help you'd give him the death stare which made him immediately sit back down.
you slammed down two bowls of chinese fried rice and some spring rolls onto the table before sitting across from him, clasping your hands together before seriously looking at him and saying; "Talk. To. Me."
You ate your food morosely across from Aaron as he hesitantly narrated the moment he saw you and Robaire sitting together on the bench. The moment he got to Robaire leaning on your shoulder and calling him ‘your Bear’ and his following thought process you absolutely wanted to face palm. This stupid boy... This stupidly, emotionally repressed boy—
You casually set your bowl aside as you walked over to Aaron, immediately engulfing him in the warmest hug you could muster. Feeling him stiffen before relaxing in your hold as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder. "Oh Aaron, you foolish foolish boy." You chuckled as you nuzzled your face into his hair. "You're so lucky I love you."
The moment he heard that his face shot up, his eyes meeting yours for the first time that night. And slowly you could see him emerge, your Aaron, as tears built up in his eyes at hearing you loved him too. "R-really...?" He whispered, you could practically feel the longing in his voice hoping that what you just said was true.
"After all those years of being your friend have I ever lied to you? Even once?" You asked gently, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand as he sniffled, feeling the warmth spread across his cheeks that inevitably mixed with the tears that started falling from his eyes.
"I'm s-sorry... For bein' mean to you..." He tried to sob as quietly as he could but at this point Z just couldn't hold back anymore. "I love you... so so so much it hurts." You brought your friend back into your embrace and sighed softly, pressing a kiss to his hair as he buried himself into your chest asking for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry too." You apologized, "God do you know how long I've been pining for you? I was just too cowardly, I didn't want to ruin what we already had."
"We're both cowards I guess..." Z sniffled one last time before chuckling. More of in relief that you seemed to forgive him and the fact that he didn't fuck everything up with his outburst.
"Pff, yeah." You agreed and gently took Aaron's face into your hands, cupping his cheeks in your palms before pressing kisses all over his face. "But really though, I love you. I love you Aaron." Repeating it twice, properly announcing your feelings in a way that left no doubts or insecurities.
"I love you too (name)..." Aaron grinned before pulling you down on top of him again, kissing you with all of the affection he had held back for so many years.
The two of you did more than cuddle on the couch at the end of the night~
with your relationship solidified you, aaron, and robaire could finally repair the issues that had sprouted between the three of you.
aaron's slight inferiority complex combined with robaire's desire to achieve was definitely a deadly duo to deal with, and you're still working on it to this day. but with you by his side aaron was definitely more self-assured, you gave him the confidence he needed to be more forward about his feelings.
for now, aaron loves you and you love him, that's all that matters.
#4town#4town x reader#4town aaron z#aaron z x reader#request#i am back and holy shit is this long#i didnt even realize how long this ended up being#hi anon sorry for keeping you waiting for like... half a year#4town headcanons#4town fanfic#anyways robaire unrequited love era
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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 • 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥
Warnings: oc is implied as a girl, mild cursing, tell me if i missed anything, tyyy.
you would've thought that seungcheol would be so strict since he's already the acting leader even before seventeen's debut days. he's been telling the members to follow the rules and try to live with it.
there are hundreds of rules back then as a trainee.
don't leave the practice room when you're practicing.
don't leave the dorm after the selected curfew.
don't go to the girl trainees practice room.
blah blah blah. he shoved all those rules forcefully on every members, reminding them everyday, when seungcheol himself can't even follow it. the reason? you.
you're under pledis as a trainee waiting to debut as a solo artist. you've seen the boys quite sometime. and you're lucky enough to develop something with one trainee, choi seungcheol.
you remember your first day at pledis, introducing yourself to everyone. and you definitely noticed seungcheol, especially when he's just staring at you without any shame, he wouldn't even stop staring if it's not for jihoon who smacked the back of his head.
and everything after that became blurry, seungcheol shooting his shot on you, and when you started dating. you were so scared, you wouldn't even look at him and the other boy trainees when you passed by them at the company.
but seungcheol is hardheaded, and he likes seeing you and touching you. well, he likes the thrill of being caught all sweet and cheesy with you, but he won't tell you that ofcourse.
one time, you were late from your practice due to your studies, so you were left alone at the girls practice room, almost late at night, all sweaty, dancing to snsd's 'i got a boy'.
when you heard a screeching sound made by the door as you turned you head from the sound, seeing seungcheol peeking at you with the biggest lovesick smile plasteref on his face.
he didn't wait more as he started walking while his arms are wide open as he's reaching you.
"babe, i miss you! i haven't been able to see you the whole day." he said as he hugged you tightly.
"what are you doing here?! you're not allowed here! what if someone sees us?! we don't know if the cameras already off, what if its still on?!" you exclaimed as you push him away from you.
"they're not on anymore, im sure of that. its 10 pm already."
"cheol, this is against the rules. what if we get kicked out?!"
he snickered a stubborn smirk, as he gently grabbed your face.
"well, shit. rules are meant to be broken anyways. now, can you give the love and attention that i came here for?"
"ugh, cheol. you're such a pain the ass sometimes." as you cling both your arms around his waist, looking up at him as he's quite taller than you.
"what can you say? i'm quite the troublemaker, y/n."
#Spotify#seventeen#seventeen x reader#svt#seventeen fanfic#seventeen fluff#seungcheol scenarios#seungcheol oneshot#seventeen seungcheol#seungcheol x reader#choi seungcheol#scoups#s.coups#svthub#svt fanfic#svt fluff
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HERE IS THE FIC FOR ALL THEN:
Tags for u <3: Baxter/masc mc (trans friendly!), sexting, car sex, bottom Baxter
Baxter is at work, leaning back in his chair, counting ceiling tiles. He has nothing to do but wait for an email response, and unfortunately- he must be at the office for it. He was literally the only one there this late. "....Ugh. I'm bored." Baxter pulled out his phone and scrolled a moment before a custom text tone sounded from his boyfriend, making the device buzz in his hands. "Oh-! I figured he'd be in bed by now… Mmm. A picture-? I wonder what…"
Baxter opens the text and slaps his phone down immediately, making a strangled noise halfway between a moan and a flabbergasted squeak. Inside, was a picture of his boyfriend's huge, erect cock/soaking wet hole. "Holy shit…." Baxter takes a shaky breath and slowly lifts his phone again. Another text:
Thinking of you~
"Fuck…" He looked around. Well… no one's here…
He gets up and locks his office door, dialing his boyfriend.
"Hey babe~" He picks up, sounding right pleased with himself.
"You do know I'm at work, right?" Baxter groans, "Sending me pictures of your cock like that… A man gets ideas, you know?"
"What sort of ideas?~" The boyfriend shuffles, sounding like he's shifting on some form of fabric.
"Mm…. Here's a thought: You coming over to bring me dinner, even if it's well past proper eating time," Baxter draws on his desk in circles, "I come down to the parking lot to meet you. We kiss and talk… Hands wandering…"
"You suggesting we do it in the car versus the office?" The boyfriend snorts, "Comfy cushions versus hot leather?"
"Yes-" Baxter hums, "But I wouldn't be able to face the couch during appointments after…. And the car would rock as you thrust in me~ Windows steaming up…"
"Oh you're the catcher in this scenario-" His lover snorts again, "Figured my big bad wolf would want to punish me after sending you that picture~"
"You are being punished-" Baxter hums again, sultry, "All this can't happen… And I'm forbidding you from touching yourself until I get home-" Baxter stuck his tongue out for effect. Nyeh.
"Oh no-" Wait, why did he sound sarcastic? "How horrible. If only I had thought to take the picture at home and then drive over here and surprise you depending on your response…"
"You-..." Baxter blinks.
"I'm waiting~ Come and get me, big boy~"
Baxter slaps his phone down again and ran down stairs, abandoning his station. Work be damned!
His boyfriend was leaning against his persinal car door, looking smooth as butter despite his slippers. "Hey there," He winked, "Come here often?~"
"Shut up-" Baxter grabbed his shirt- he was still in his sleep clothes!- And pressed his boyfriend against the car, lips crashing together sloppily. His boyfriend moaned, getting his hands on Baxter's jacket and flipping them.
Baxter fumbled the door open, getting immediately pressed into the back seat. Patience and flirting was lost as his boyfriend unbuckled Baxter's pants, freeing his cock as he pulled down his boxers(his baxters? no- that was stupid.) and pants in one shuffling motion. His own pants were easier. Stretchy… Maybe the pattern was inappropriate for the moment but fuck it. Or, fuck Baxter.
"You have-?" Baxter gasped as his other half pulled back, pressing a biting kiss to his mole. Fuck- that would hickey…
"Yeah-" He produced lube, sitting up to pour some on his fingers. Fuck warming it up- He pressed a finger in, Baxter calling out in relief and pleasure.
It was a practiced dance; pressing one, two, three fingers in. Curling and pumping them at a more medium-slow pace. Letting Baxter get used to it, but impatience showing. Praising his perfect dancer's body as he pressed Baxter's shirt up so pre could drip on his bare stomach.
"I'm ready-" Baxter groaned eventually, eyes blown out in bliss. This had to be a dream, but he would ride the dream as long as he could- "Please- Please fuck me already."
His boyfriend stroked his cock with the leftover lube/poured some over a strapon he'd packed that he buckled on messily. As long as it pressed in the important spots-
He finally pressed in, both men groaning as Baxter was fucked within and inch of his life. The car rocking as promised as he fucked Baxter's perfect ass. It slapping with each connection of their hips.
"Yes-!" Baxter scratched down his love's clothed back, "Yes-! Ohhh fuck me-!"
"That's-" The lover giggled with a choked moan in the middle, "That's what I'm doing, love-"
"Shut up-" Baxter swatted his love's ass, causing a gasp and for him to fuck him harder.
"Yes sir~" Baxter couldn't help but loll his head back and cry out at the teasing usage of his sir kink- throwing his arm over his face as his world spun.
"Nah-uh-" The other man growled and pulled Baxter's arm off his face, pinning both his wrists together, "Let me see your face, baby~"
"Hah-! Huuuuhhh…" Baxter's cock bobbed with each thrust, dripping pre like he was a fountain, "Ohh baby-! I'm- Fuck-!"
"Mmm-" His perfect top wrapped a hand around Baxter's cock, pumping fast, "Cum for me, baby. Wanna see you cum all over yourself~ Ruin your work clothes for me~"
Baxter couldn't hold himself back, even if he hated the idea of being in sticky, wet clothes the rest of the night. He came all over himself, a little getting on the bottom of his pulled up shirt. His lover came right after in his hole, it dripping out over the seat as he fucked himself through it/all over the strap, making it soaked in their slick as they cried out in bliss.
Baxter panted after, holding his love close once his wrists were released. "Mmm… Fuck…" He groaned, "I have to go back to work like this…"
His lover chuckled as they pulled out, Baxter grunting at the feeling, "I brought spare clothes. And wipes and water and energy bars n stuff."
"You're a lifesaver-" Baxter sighed, "A horny, horny life saver."
AHH ANON THIS IS ACTUALLY SO 😫🙌🙌🙌
omfg baxter would srsly love if you just showed up to his work n surprised him like that i... pls baxter is so good for my soul rn
#olba#our life: beginnings & always#baxter ward#baxter ward x reader#baxter x reader#baxter ward smut#smut#baxter ward x reader smut#baxter ward x male!reader
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I just gotta say- I usually don't like established relationship fics (Even if it's just like friends) because it always feels like you're... missing something. There's a detachment for me, usually, because I don't get to see how this relationship is formed. Not really. I miss those first glances, the awkward meetings, just all that fluff and yearning as the relationship develops that I guess my heart craves?
But you write in a way that includes that, like the scene in your latest piece where reader is laying on the couch, thinking of all the happy memories and such that have happened in that space. It's a very fine line between telling and showing that you dance immaculately, so it doesn't feel like exposition... because it really isn't? It fills that craving for seeing how the relationship is forming even without the events unfolding directly in front of my eyes. I don't know how else to explain it, just... it's good. It's really, really good. You did the same thing in Euclidean Line, if I remember correctly (God I'm really feeling the urge to reread that one), where there was... sort of a montage, for lack of a better word? When Donnie and reader (don't know what else to call them) were getting closer outside of their meet-ups. Usually I hate time-skips or the author explaining something that I'd really rather just read, but you do it in a way that makes it feel like you're not missing too much, there's still just a bit left to the imagination. I'm sure it's for time's sake/not wanting the fic to drag, something like that? But it's hard to come across an author that does it so well and I appreciate it so much. I swear, I need to start taking notes on the little subtleties of your writing because just. Ugh. I really want to be able to explain myself better it's just good!!
Can't wait to read literally whatever you put out next!! You're one of few authors where it doesn't matter what you're writing, I'll read it anyways. I really wasn't a huge fan of bayverse until I saw you writing the turtles (Among a few others) now I uh. Might have to go back and watch those movies again.
But eat food, drink water, and I hope your wrists are nice to you!! Mine have been sensitive lately so it's more on the forefront of my mind, I haven't seen you mention it so I've just been hoping things have been better on that side for you. I hope you can get some good sleep too, even when you're able to write through it I still kinda worry!! Like I know you're a fully capable adult but. So am I and insomnia is ass, so... yeah I just hope things go well for you!!
it's funny you should say that, as for the longest time, i Hated putting time skips in my writing. abhorred it. would do it as little as possible. because there's so much characterization you can squeeze out of the smallest details, right? like, when they wake up. what do they do? do they drink coffee? tea? how do they take their coffee? do they get dressed before or after breakfast?
but there's an amount of characterization that becomes... excessive. like, sure, the character feels more like an actual person because of this. but does it serve the fic? i balk at the traditional writing advice that "every sentence must progress the plot," because i love basking in seemingly unimportant moments; but i do think there's truth to a modified version of that thought. "every detail must serve the fic."
take symphony, for example. in the first chapter, i go into detail on what viola-chan includes in her apology bags for her neighbors. at first glance, it could seem like a small list of that doesn't really add anything to the character. it certainly doesn't add anything to the plot. and yet, you learn a lot of what she values, what things she sees as important. she has a hobby (two homemade cookies), she doesn't like pain (ibuprofen), she's comfortable financially (the gift card for coffee), she Will practice even though it's annoying to hear (the ear plugs), but she's also kind enough to bend those rules for extenuating circumstances (her phone number, so you can call and ask her to take a break "if you have a baby or something"). it's an efficient way to get across a lot of character development, even though it feels like an unnecessary detail.
learning to balance how much you can skip and how much you should include for your desired amount of characterization is something that comes with experience, and it's something that comes down to taste. as you noted, i like to include things from skips that make them seem Less like a skip, and more like things you didn't see but still know about. this works for established relationships, too. how did they get together? well, maybe that's not so important. but a little hint of it is enough to show that it's real, that it's an event that happened, even if you the reader don't explicitly see it. there are many people who would find my writing excessively detailed, which is fine, as i would find theirs excessively barren. as with most things in art, it's largely subjective.
anyway, too-long answer aside, so glad you're enjoying and thank you so much for your thoughtful message :D
#ask tag#my wrist has been doing well lately as i've been much more diligent about not overdoing things. it means im writing more slowly but#not having to stop completely for a few days because i'm in so much pain is a nice trade off for that c:#so sorry to hear that you're having sensitivity as well. do make sure to stretch and rest them well!#oh. i mentioned symphony. maybe i should. hm. i suppose so#symphony meta
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Your cold boyfriend being clingy because he got to understand you're insecure
Paring : Yeosang x Reader
Genre : Fluff, Angst
9:45 a.m.
"Y/n, I'm leaving," you hear your boyfriend, Yeosang in a rush leaving for practice. "Wait, babe. I'm coming," you say leaving the kitchen to see him before he leave but you become late as he just leaves making you hurt.
You know he loves you but your traumatic childhood doesn't let you cool down for a moment. It makes you scared in every little he does. Why doesn't he tell you goodbye properly? You know he is not that expressive but you're insecure, how can you believe that you're worthy of his love, his care. He doesn't even show much, does that mean it won't continue? Will he leave you one day? What if your presence cause any trouble in his career? What if he can't dance anymore or sing because you're his girlfriend? Every single thoughts of yours waves you down.
You lock the door sighing. You even wake up early but he doesn't understand that you want his assurance that he needs you still now.
You stand in front of the mirror to get ready but as your eyes fall on the mirror, it makes you think, How did he fall for me? What did he see in me? What if he changes? Everyone leaves me, what if he leaves me too? Your eyes get teary as you fall on the tool of your dressing table. You hide your ears trying to fight with these negative thoughts. No, no, not now, I gotta go outside. Ugh! The thing that you can't even share all these with him because he'll think you are just an attention seeker, maybe showing his assurance is too much for him. So you are just giving him as much as space he needs to feel secure around you. But it keeps bothering you.
Washing away those tears with your face wash, you take some deep breaths telling yourself, he loves me no matter what happens. But your inner self couldn't agree with it.
You leave your house and get inside your office with a iced americano. Finally you are able to divert your mind with the coffee and work.
In Lunch time, you sit for lunch with your phone, scrolling through your Twitter. You were smiling seeing Ateez's posts where you had to stop seeing something that started to bother you. Yeosang's photoshoot with a model. The girl seems so perfect beside him in your eyes, her skin looks perfect, her hair is shiny, her smile is so beautiful. They are looking like a nice couple standing next to each other which made you think you haven't been able to take any pictures with Yeosang till now. You don't even know how you two look.
As you scroll down, the comment section starts making your heart heavier as everyone is shipping them together, being flustered seeing how good they look, saying they should date. You keep the chopsticks beside yourself and keep your phone aside. In this mess of your head, you start reminding yourself Yeosang can't know about how hurt you felt by those comments. He will think you are a jealous bitch and overdramatic.
However, you start feeling numb by all of these heaviness. Being in a relationship with an idol wasn't easy, you knew it from the first. But you always suffered more because of your insecurities. Everyone told you, you were just an attention seeker, you just wanted more and more. You expected lot but no one could see how little things were able to make you smile, make your day, lift you up from that darkness of insecurities.
You put on more make-up before entering you house as you come late. So that these make up can hide you fear, your tension and numbness. You ring the bell and Yeosang opens the door looking at your eyes straightly, giving the best smile. The way he looks at you makes you a little startled because he never looked at you like this before. You somehow faked your smile and start to enter in the house but stop because he grabs your bag, "Welcome home, babe."
Babe!!!! You eyes get big hearing him calling you babe because he thinks it's too cheesy to call his girlfriend babe. Why would he call you that all of a sudden? But in your surprise, he takes your bag and keeps it in place, "I tried making something but I suck at it. So can you please cook something after getting fresh? I've made your tub ready," he says as if he isn't tired at all. As if he is not the Yeosang you know. What's wrong? Why is he being a husband material?
"O...Kay," you say and head inside the bathroom.
After getting fresh, you start cooking. As you are cutting the vegetables, you feel two muscular hands around your stomach. His warmth touches your back as he keeps his thin on your shoulder, "What are you making?"
And why are you being like this?
"Uhm... Yeosang," you say stopping and face him. He still doesn't leave you waist.
"What?" He asks with a look that he knows what he is gonna be interrogated.
"Why...are you being like this?" You ask not finding any way.
"Don't you like it?" He asks with a concerned voice.
"I love it so much but I know you d-" before you can finish your sentence, he keeps his index finger on your lips, "Why do you have to do everything I like? I've seen this, you always change just because the people around you want you to. You can't be like that. You treat people in the nicest way so who is gonna treat you right? Me after all?"
He keeps his finger down and holds both of your hands, "Look, baby. I've been in love with you for so long and I've been noticing you. I've been a bad boyfriend so I wanted to make it right. Today I saw San treating his girlfriend and they looked so happy. Then it made me think, I don't treat you right. Just like other people, I take advantage of your sweetness, you need someone to lean on too right? So from now, don't be scared to lean on me, to hug me whenever you feel like, I am all yours baby. You don't need to give me any space that causes you trouble. I'm going to give you my 100% too. Don't feel sad, please. You know right that I love you? If you feel scared, I'll always be there to remind you that I love you until the end of my last breath, I promise you."
He finishes with a kiss on the back of your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your heart starts throbbing as all the bad thoughts get removed. Your nose start getting red as your eyes get teary. "Hey, why're you crying? Love?" He asks but you start crying louder.
"Hon, it's ok. Oh God," he pulls you in a tight hug kissing your cheek, "What happened to my baby?"
"It's...it's just... I went numb and... And I was able to cry because of you. You don't know how you saved me tonight," you say still crying and sobbing continuously.
He keeps rubbing your back, "Cry as much as you want to now but I won't let you cry anymore. I'm sorry for being selfish." "No, you are not selfish, shut up," you say and he releases the hug. Cupping your face with his two hands, he wipes you tears with his thumbs. Then pulls you closer for a peck on your lips.
"Is my baby okay now?" He asks and you nod still sobbing.
"Ugh, I only have one way to fix this" he says and picks you in his arms.
"What...what are you going to do?"
"Are you really that dumb to ask me that?"
"We haven't had dinner yet...ah, Yeosang!!!" He runs in the living room and keeps you on the sofa. Hovering over you, he lays beside you and pull you on his arm, "I was talking about cuddle, you dirty minded kid."
"Yaaa," you hit his chest but he grabs your hand, "Sorry, my baby. Now let's stay like this for a moment. Man, it feels so good," he says grabbing you tighter than before.
"Yeosang... What if I become toxic?" You say looking back at him.
"You won't be. I like my clingy, Y/n. And if anything that anyone does to you make you feel insecure or bad, tell me. I'll listen to you and tell you that you are enough, you're doing fine and no one is leaving you. If you want we can go see a doctor too. What do you say?" He says kissing your forehead.
You smile, "I'll try consulting one then. And yes, I'll tell you everything from now on."
"That's mah girl," he says pressing his palm on your stomach.
You smile feeling safest in these arms. Who else can make you feel this safe? No one...
Tried writing something other than my requests because I messed up my writing twice so I'm upset. :( Hope you've liked it.
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