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astraysimp · 6 months

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My Favorite Painting

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Hi besties! I’m bring you some more dad!skz! So far I have covered Han,Lee Know, Changbin and Seungmin and now It’s our darling dumpling Hyunjinnie’s turn!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Summary: Mother’s day is approaching and Hyunjin has the perfect present in mind , for you, from him and his princess

⌦ .｡.:*♡ 이슬 (Iseul): meaning dew– your 8 month old princess

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Warnings: fluff, pet names, dad!hyunjin, fem!reader, Hyunjin teaches Iseul how to paint

Hyunjin was excited, your first mother’s day was coming up and he wanted to make you a special present. The present being a painting of a bouquet of flowers, the flowers being baby Iseul’s handprints. With the holiday being a few days away, he had to get this done soon. So, he grabbed his art supplies and canvas before going to get his precious baby.Luckily, you had been out grocery shopping at the time when he planned on making the painting.

Iseul had just eaten lunch and was still in her highchair, giggling up at Hyunjin. Smiling, Hyunjin leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheeks. “ Hi my dew drop, are you excited to make mommy’s present? Mommy’s going to love it so much.” He smiled, as he set the canvas on the highchair tray and laughed as Iseul ran her hands over the fabric. “That’s a canvas, dew drop. We’re going to put your little handprints on it, dew drop. Your cute little hands,” he laughed and grabbed 2 tubes of acrylic paint, turning to Iseul. “ dew drop, do you want to do yellow or pink, munchkin? Noransaek ttoneun bunhongsaek?” He smiled, holding the two tubes up. Giggling, Iseul made grabby hands at the pink paint. “Bunhongsaek, iseul? Pink for my princess,” Hyunjin laughed and opened the tube grabbing a sponge brush. Iseul smiled up at him and kicked her feet. “Is my dew drop ready? It’s going to be cold, princess.” He cooed, kissing her forehead before he carefully took ahold of her left hand and coated it in the paint. Iseul gasped and looked down at her hand, pulling it to her mouth. “Uh oh, no no no, dew drop. We don’t eat the paint, it’s icky icky.” Hyunjin laughed, taking her hand away from her mouth and pressed it onto the canvas, revealing a pink handprint. She giggled and turned to Hyunjin, clapping her hands. “ So pretty, dew drop. That’s your hand! Your little hand.” He smiled and kissed her forehead, wiping her hand with a baby wipe.

“One more time, dew drop, one more.” He cooed, coating her right hand in yellow paint. Smiling, Hyunjin carefully pressed her hand against the canvas, leaving a yellow handprint behind. “Wah, so cute! Look dew drop, your hands! He smiled and kissed her cheeks before wiping her hands off with a baby wipe, before discarding it into the garbage can. Carefully taking Iseul into his arms, Hyunjin sat at the kitchen table, with her on his lap.” Now we need to add the stem and leaves, dew drop. Do you want to help daddy?” He smiled, bouncing her on his lap and squeezing a small dollop of green paint onto a paint palette. Giggling, Iseul squealed and clapped her hands, reaching towards the paint.Hyunjin took a paint brush into his hands, carefully getting Iseul to hold it, his hand wrapping around her small one. “This is how we hold the brush, my dew drop.Now we put it in the paint,” he explained as he dipped the brush into the paint. Gasping, Iseul looked up at him and back to the canvas, as if she asked him what to do next. “See, now we draw a line going dooowwwnnnn,” He said softly, guiding her hand to paint straight lines down from each handprint. “Those are the stems, and now we add little leaves,” he explained, guiding her to add little swipes to act as leaves. Smiling, he gently took the brush from her hand and set it into the cup of water he had out. “Now, dew drop, we’re all done. See? Mommy will love it, princess.” He cooed, picking her up and taking the painting to dry in his studio . Soon after, you arrived home and walked into the house. “Hyun? Baby? Iseul?”

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Today was mother’s day and Hyunjin had made sure your day started off well. He had prepared you a breakfast in bed– complete with heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, a bowl of fruit cut into hearts, your favorite iced coffee, flowers , a card and a Versace dress(to wear to lunch later). He had brought Iseul into your room, laying her on your chest, to wake you up. Your morning was perfect and now it was lunch time.

Hyunjin had taken the day off work, so he could spend your first mother’s day with you and Iseul. Now, the three of you were at a nice lunch spot he had found. The weather was beautiful so you decided to be seated outdoors. You were waiting for your food, currently holding iseul in your lap and making small talk. “I hope you’re enjoying your first Mother’s day, my love.” he smiled at you , reaching to press a kiss to your cheek. “Oh hyune, it’s been perfect, so far. Thank you so much,” you cooed at him, kissing the back of his hand. Bouncing Iseul on your lap, you pressed kisses to her hair, “and thank you my precious princess. You’re the best present I could ask for, dew drop.” You smiled, as she smiled up at you. Hyunjin smiled, his eyes full of love and pulled out the bag, sitting next to him. “Hey, lovely. Speaking of presents….I have another one for you. I mean, from me and Iseul,” He chuckled, sliding the bag over to you. “Another? Honey, you’ve already done and gotten so much for me,” You pouted, adjusting Iseul as she wiggled on your lap. “Just open it…I think you’ll really like this one,” He smiled, patting your hand.

So, you carefully reached into the bag,pulling the tissue paper out, making sure you held a tight grip on Iseul. Pulling the canvas out, you gasped and felt your eyes water. “Oh my…..are these her handprints?” You sniffled, looking at Hyunjin as you cuddled closer to your chest. Nodding, Hyunjin leaned over to peck your lips and wipe your tears. “Mhm, they are, dove.” He smiled, also kissing Iseul’s cheek. “Oh Hyune, I love it. This is so precious. I’ll cherish it, and you two, forever,” You smiled, holding Iseul up to have her at eye level with you. Kissing all over her face, you smiled, “oh my precious princess. Mommy loves your present so much. Thank you, dew drop. I love you, mommy loves you,” you cooed.Iseul giggled and cupped your cheeks in her hands– the same hands used to make the artwork you were gifted.Feeling himself tear up, Hyunjin snapped a picture of your moment with Iseul and set it as his wallpaper on his phone. Kissing your cheeks, he smiled and nudged the bag towards you. “Dovey, there’s more. Keep going,’” he cooed. Turning back to him, you lowered Iseul into your lap and looked at the bag. “More?Aish, Hyune, this is too much,” You whined, in protest. Shaking his head, he chuckled and pushed the bag to you. “There’s never too much for you, my muse. You gave me Iseul,” he stated, leaning to pinch her cheek. Reaching into the bag, you pulled out a picture frame, holding one of your fondest memories of your little family– you holding ,a then, newborn Isuel angling her towards the camera and Hyunjin sitting next to you on the hospital bed , arms around you with his cheeks resting on the top of your head.Both of you with proud yet soft smiles gracing your faces. Gasping, you teared up and looked at Hyunjin. “Baby……this is beautiful. Thank you,” you whispered. Softly smiling at you, Hyunjin nodded , tears filling his own eyes. “Of course, my dove. I know Iseul wasn’t exactly planned, but she’s changed my life so much, forever. I didn’t know what love was until I met you and you made my heart grow tenfold. Then, you told me you were pregnant and my heart grew more. But…seeing you grow to house her and then bring her into the world, made me realize how much I loved you and will always love you. Thank you for loving me, giving me yourself and her and making me a daddy. I love you and Iseul so incomprehensibly,, my heart.” He whispered, holding your hand, tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh, my baby, There’s no need to thank me. You and Iseul are my greatest gifts and my biggest treasures.”

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 8 months

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Sick day

Self-Aware! Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN! Reader

Description: It's summer and, somehow, you became sick. Fyodor is here to look after you.

Fluff. Little Sick fic.

Semi-Sequel to Shopping trip and Surprise.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

You groaned and woke up. You felt terrible and had a headache, your nose was stuffy, and your throat were sore. Moreover, you were shivering, like crazy.

For the whole evening, you feel under the weather. Even when Doppo and Kolya offered you to have another movie marathon, similar to the one you three had after that terrible shopping trip.

If you felt better, you would join them. But, instead, you decide to go to bed early at 8:00 pm.

It takes you a minute to grab your phone from the bedside table. The familiar picture of you and Armed Detective Agency near the campfire, that you use as your lock screen picture, greet you. You look at the time.

10:00 pm.

Still early. You sneeze. Your headache became worse.

Well, isn't it just dandy? You were sick. Somehow, you manage to catch a cold in the middle of summer.

You start coughing.

You wonder, if, in reality, you had an ability that makes you get into troubles or almost impossible situations. You also wonder if it's the case, could you convince Fukuzawa to let you became his subordinate and use his ability on you, so he can turn off your supposed ability off. It will be easier, than dragging Dazai everywhere you go.

Another cough. You grumbled and struggled to get out of bed. Your mouth was dry, you needed to drink water. And, it would be perfect, if you had a wet rug for your forehead.

After getting on your feet, you slowly moved towards one of the shelves. You start searching through it, hoping to find a rug or a towel. You only find a big towel (too big to put on your forehead) and scarf, that Kolya made for you (too precious).

You shook your head. Maybe, In the bathroom, you will find something suitable.

But, first thing, water.

Staggering, you slowly walked towards the kitchen.

You were tried, you felt terrible. You close your eyes, hoping, that it will ease the headache.

That's how you bumped into someone. Someone warm.

You blink few times. It was dark, but you manage to see familiar purple eyes.

You bumped into Fyodor Dostoevsky.

You two were staring at each other. Fyodor carefully put his hand on your forehead. Fyodor frowned.

"You have a fever."

It wasn't a question, but you nodded. Fyodor sighs and carefully put his arm around your shoulders.

"Come. Stay in my room tonight, [Y/N]. A d don't try to protest, Myshonok¹. I will take care of you."

You whine.

"Water... Wet rug..."

Fyodor pat your head.

"I will get them for you, but, please, you need to go to bed."

You had no strength to fight or protest. You let Fyodor lead you to his room.

Soon you were laying on Fyodor's bed and Fyodor tucked you in. Fyodor cast a quick gaze at you and left his room.

You sigh. It wasn't your first time sleeping in Fyodor's bed. At the end of May, you slept here for a week.

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It happened few days after Kolya made dumplings for everyone and scarf for you. Because of that, all BSD cast start searching for something interesting about their real world counterparts. They were trying to find some cute facts, so they can make something nice to you.

You discussed everything you knew about their real world counterparts with BSD Cast. And one day you made a mistake. You discussed the wrong fact about Fyodor Dostoevsky.

"This world Fyodor Dostoevsky has a gambling problem. One time, he lost everything, even his wife's clothes. I hope, our Fyodor won't follow this path."

To give you credit, you didn't say at Fyodor's face. But you didn't discuss it, when Fyodor wasn't in the house.

He heard you nice and clear.

The next evening, he challenged you to a game of poker. The loser had to grant the winner's wish.

Fyodor still didn't tell you, why he wished for you to sleep in the same bed with him (and cuddle with him) for a week.

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You doze off. But, after you feel a wet rug been placed on your forehead, you opened your eyes again.

Fyodor was back. Holding your head with one hand, Fyodor brought the mug to your lips.

"Slowly, [Y/N]. Small sips"

You followed Fyodor's advice. It wasn't pure water. It was a special tea, that helps against cold. Tea was warm and tasty. Soon, you drank tea to the last drop.

Fyodor nodded contentedly. Putting the mug away, he took a small bottle of cough syrup from the inside pocket of his coat.

Fyodor poured syrup into plastic spoon.

"Now, open your mouth, Myshonok"

The syrup was too sweet, but, you knew, that you can not to take it. Fyodor won't let you.

Tea and syrup made you sleepy. Wet rug on your forehead felt nice. You yawn. You slowly doze off. You mumbled.

"Thanks, Fedya... Good night"

Through your sleep, you felt Fyodor kiss your forehead and whispered.

"Good night, Myshonok. Sleep well."

After making sure, that you are sleeping, Fyodor sat in his computer chair. He wasn't against sleeping in his chair, so you will be comfortable.

Fyodor chuckled. He hoped that when you became better, you will agree to cuddle with him again.

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¹Myshonok - "baby mouse" in Russian

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theboyzism · 1 year

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[SEVENTEEN] nicknames they would call their partner

➳ genre: fluff ➳ ficstyle: bulletpoints ➳ requested: "nicknames sf9 would call their girlfriend? could you also do it for seventeen? (not sure if you write for them, if not just sf9 please) hope you're doing well 🫶" sf9 version here

SEUNGCHEOL

classy nicknames

his go-to would be babe or princess/ prince

JEONGHAN

sweetheart

precious

loves sweet nicknames that show how much you mean to him in general

JOSHUA

would call you darling almost all the time

his other nicknames would include sweetheart or beautiful

JUNHUI

calls you 宝贝 baobei

he's a simple man

SOONYOUNG

i feel like he would give you all the cute nicknames that would make others vomit

better get used to cutie pie and cupcake

WONWOO

honey and my love would be his favorite to call you

also princess/ prince

JIHOON

babe and baby

would also love to call you darling

SEOKMIN

you best believe this man made up a nickname just for you

would also call you babe or sunshine

not afraid to yell your nickname across the room if he has to get your attention

MINGYU

another one who would just yell out your nickname

calls you baby

might test the waters one day by calling you babygirl/ babyboy

MINGHAO

he would stick to chinese no matter where you're from

calls you 亲 qin (honey)

instead of going for the classic baobei, he would opt for 宝宝 baobao (baby)

might also call you 饺子 jiaozi (dumpling) or something idk I'm getting a little carried away with hao 😭

SEUNGKWAN

princess/ prince (and he would treat you like one too!)

sweetheart

VERNON

another one to stick to the classic babe/ baby

also loves calling you gorgeous

CHAN

would call you noona/ oppa if you're older

would also give you a nickname based on an animal you resemble? like bunny

also not afraid to yell your nickname across the room if he has to

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt fluff #svt #seventeen reactions #svt reactions

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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If you want lighter stuff maybe drider boyfreind scrambling to make sure everything is perfect for his new pet human and heavily researching human diet

I adored this idea so it ended up being a long one ^_^ how cute <3

Drider (Vass) x Gender neutral reader

Word Count: 1Kish

W: sfw monster fluff

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Request , Request, Request

The drider flipped another tab open on his phone. Toys for your human. After he’d taken you to the pet shop, he’d realized he hadn’t really prepared to adopt you. He’d found you sleeping in the forest separated from your tribe and you were just so cute, he’d picked you up and taken you home without a thought.

You were hanging in a cocoon of silk, napping as he rocked you with his foot.

At the pet shop they’d had clothes, leashes, packets of human treats, and a whole lot of other supplies. He had no idea what he really needed, so he’d scrambled home to research before he bought anything.

What do humans eat? He typed into the browser. He’d seen a bunch of bags of human food at the store, but it all looked dry and brown. He was sure that couldn't be good for you. A bunch of links popped up. Mostly advertisements for human kibble. He had to adjust his search to What do humans eat in the wild?

That turned up more promising results. Fruit, cooked meat, nuts, cooked tubers…it turned out you had a pretty varied diet. His food mostly consisted of raw meat he bought at the market. Most driders didn’t cook their food so he worried over what he should do.

According to the article humans should have lots of protein to be healthy. He couldn’t feed you fruit alone as he had been. He’d only assumed that’s what you ate because of your flat teeth and you hadn’t spat it out. He needed to learn how to cook if he was going to care for you properly.

Of course, since driders didn’t cook there weren’t a lot of articles on the subject on the web. The most recipes they had were chopped raw meat seasoned with herbs on festival days. All he knew about cooking was that he needed fire and seasonings.

He surmised you would need some sort of container to hold the food in, since it would be hot, so he ordered a metal bowl with a wooden handle. Then he picked out a gas flame used for chemistry, and some rods and tongues from the same scientific supplier.

According to his research cooking was achieved by bringing the meat or starch to a certain temperature to kill bacteria and parasites the delicate human stomach couldn’t fight. That sounded simple enough, so he added a thermometer to his order.

Then the food could be further flavored with herbs. He frowned. The only herbs he had were for the festival and those were kind of sacred. He wasn’t hyper religious but he followed traditions. Researching some herbs that were human safe as we went, he strapped you to his back to go find them in the forest.

You woke up bouncing in a sling over his shoulders a little confused and tapped him to get his attention.

“Are you awake, Dumpling?” he asked, pulling your sling to his front so he could look at you, “we’re hunting for herbs. Do you know what herbs humans like look like?”

You wracked your brain, but you’d never been a cook in your tribe. You were a trapper and that’s all you knew about. Shaking your head you looked at him with a frown.

He pinched your cheek.

“That’s okay,” he assured you, “we’ll find something good. I’ve got an app to identify them.”

You all poked around for a while until Vass found some kind of red fruit. He plucked one and examined it, checking it on his phone.

“I think this is called a tomato,” he said, handing it to you, “do you want to try it? The web says it's good for humans.”

You nodded and took a big bite, chewing enthusiastically.

Only it was not a tomato! Your mouth exploded with heat and you coughed violently, drooling from the spicy pepper. Vass watched in horror as his precious human appeared to be dying from some kind of horrible poisoning. Your face was red, you were frothing at the mouth, and wracking.

“What’s wrong?!” he shrieked louder than you’ve ever heard him speak, grabbing your cheeks and examining you, looking for some way to fix it.

He shook you as you tried to slow your coughing.

“Speak Dumpling! Speak! What’s wrong?! How do I fix it?” he rattled, panicked.

You looked up at him with tears running down your face and uttered one word.

“Hot,” you gasped before dissolving back into a coughing fit.

He pulled you to him, your face clamped between his palms, and pressed his mouth to yours, shoving his tongue between your lips. You were dazed by the pepper and confused by his kiss. It took you a moment to realize your mouth was cooling down as Vass spread a tiny amount of the numbing agent he used to kill his prey mixed with his saliva over the burning flesh.

Your coughing slowed and you panted against his lips. He finally pulled away and rubbed your back, breathing deeply as if he had been the one under siege by spice.

“No more spice hunting today,” he wheezed, “I’ll just use the festival spices until I can order something else.”

A few days later you sat happily in a swing Vass had made for you while you waited to sample his first attempt at cooked food. It smelled good, so you were optimistic. You’d watched him craft it with precision, carefully slicing the cut of meat into chunks to be small enough for your mouth and marinating it in something he kept calling festival spices and fruit juice.

Then he’d put it in a metal bowl and heated it until it smelled good, poking it with a little prod until he was happy with the reading on the small screen attached to it.

You held out your hands greedily, eager to try it. You hadn’t had cooked food since before Vass had kidnapped you from your tribe.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, swatting your hands away, “it has to cool back down to at least 90 degrees.”

You pouted until he finally speared a piece on his claw and fed you. You chewed, considering the flavor. The festival spices were actually some kind of curry, though you had no idea what curry was. Giving him an approving smile, you opened your mouth ready for more. It was delicious!

He fed you peacefully for a while, looking at you thoughtfully.

“You know, you got me curious, Dumpling,” he said, “I almost heard it a little bit, but…what does your voice sound like?”

You stopped mid chew, embarrassed. You hadn’t spoken in a long time it seemed and you weren't really sure it was allowed.

“Go ahead,” he said, waving a claw at you and withholding your next bite, “say something…quietly.”

You swallowed and wondered what you should say.

“Hi,” you murmured softly and he smiled.

“It’s pretty,” he said, then paused for a moment, “maybe…if you’re quiet...you can talk to me sometimes.”

“Okay,” you said just as softly and decided that was enough conversation for the night, opening your mouth again for food.

Vass chuckled and fed you until you were full and sleepy, curling you up on his chest to go to bed like he usually did.

“Goodnight Dumpling,” he whispered to the darkness.

“Goodnight, Vass,” you whispered back.

#drider boyfriend #drider x reader #drider x human #monster fluff #monster romance #monster x human #monster boyfriend #yandere fluff #male yandere #yandere headcanons

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fudgelling-away · 4 months

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POV: you are listening as I draw Sans

awww what a pretty boy, who's a pretty boy, who's a pretty boy, oh geez look at ya, look at youuu

look at that cute face, so squishy

squishy cheeeeeks

squishy squish

oh my

my oh my oh my

so smol and so precious and

omg omg omg

omg so smol wow so cute

who's a cute li'l goofball?

who's a pretty, sweet, adorable sugarskull?

who's a plump, yummy, squishy dumpling?

who's an innocent, teeny-tiny, delicious, fluffy cutie-pie?

WHO'S MY BABYGIRL?

#where is my brain #I'm never going to get it back am I #sans what have you doooone to me #my ramblings #I'm an adult I'm an adult with serious job and serious responsibilities #WHO'S MY BABYGIRL–

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

pairing: jisung x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!jisung. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one has got the angst. jisung isn't taking care of himself properly :(. reader is worried and takes it upon herself to take care of the precious dumpling. mentions of jisung spiraling/having a mental breakdown. mentions of panic attacks, anxiety, weight loss, and insomnia. pet names (affectionately). some toothe-rotting fluff and humor.

word count: 2.6k

summary: after a bout of not seeing your boyfriend jisung, you take it upon yourself to visit him one night in the studio. but what you find when you get there is the opposite of a happy sight.

a/n: whoo i haven't written a skz fic in a hot minute ever since my midterms started three weeks ago (and since this final month of the semester has been fucking me over big time). 👹 but this was really fun to write and omg ji is so cute and precious i wanna hold and take care of him forever!! 🥹 i hope to get out a few more skz fics this weekend, so please be on the lookout for those too~ and thanks for reading and supporting my work, it means a lot to me (also, i'm almost at 500 followers, wtf?!)!! 💖

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It had been such a long time since you had visited your boyfriend Jisung at his studio. Usually, the two of you would spend time with each other whence he got home from his schedules - after the two of you had worked long and hard days. The two of you liked to spend your time together by playing various video games, binging your favourite animes, and catching up on the latest comics released by your loved authors.

But lately, it felt like you hadn’t seen Jisung in such a long time - even if it had only been a week. Since Stray Kids had started working on their upcoming comeback, your boyfriend spent most of his time at the company or in the studio. So that little space for you guys to catch up with each other at the end of the day was suddenly gone because of his new schedule.

And you wanted to change that.

So on that random Thursday night, you decided to surprise Jisung with a visit to his studio. And of course, you brought a large offering of food with you - which included all kinds of takeout like pizza, fried chicken, and more.

You arrived later at the company building than you wanted to - around ten at night - since you didn’t expect to wait so long for the food to arrive at your nearby apartment.

Nevertheless, as you stepped through the front doors of the company, you noticed how utterly silent it was. After all, the staff were done for the day and the only people that remained were the trainees and idols who always worked late into the night on various projects.

You shifted down the dark hallways silently, like a ghost. And when you finally neared the door that lead to Jisung’s studio, a huge smile spread across your lips. Because finally, you were getting to see him again. Even if it was only for a little while, an hour spent with your boyfriend would be the highlight of your entire day.

So you filed through the door slowly, trying to lighten your footsteps to surprise Jisung. The beat he was working on flowed around the room, the bass vibrating in the nearby speakers. The dim led-lights cast a pale blue room against the walls, calming a restless part inside of you. He was seated at his large desk, completely focused on the two monitors in front of him. Your boyfriend had his headphones on, his head bobbing along to the music, which left you with the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him.

Placing the bags of takeout down on the nearby coffee table that was placed just in front of the large leather sofa in the room, you crept up behind him. Reaching out, one of your hands grabbed onto his shoulder.

Immediately upon contact, Jisung let out a loud shriek. And within a single beat, he was ripping off his headphones and twisting around in his chair, sandy-blonde hair messy and eyes wild in fright.

But then, as soon as his gaze landed on you, relief washed over his face in the form of a pleased smile. “Baby-” He said in a light tone, swiveling his chair around and facing you completely.

“Uhm- hi,” you began, twisting your hands together in front of you in sudden nervousness. You didn’t know why you were suddenly tongue-tied around him. The two of you had been dating for what felt like years - and you usually didn’t react in such a way when he used the pet name 'baby' on you. But perhaps, it was because it had been so long since you visited him in his studio - since you had entered his sacred space and breathed the same air as him as he composed his music. Nevertheless, you mimicked his smile, before motioning with your head to the nearby table that was laden with food. “I brought dinner.”

At that, his smile dropped just a little bit. “Oh… thanks, baby. I’ll eat it when I can, yeah?” His focus darted to the plastic bags for just a moment, before they landed back on you. A tiny smirk spread across his lips then, as he said in a playful voice, “Quit standing over there and c’mere, I wanna get a taste of your beautiful lips.”

A furious blush bloomed across your cheeks as you slowly stepped into his space. Jisung wrung his arms around your waist, helping you to sit down on his lap. In an instant, he captured your mouth in a passionate, almost desperate kiss. He must’ve been feeling the effects of your absence too.

“Ji- wait,” you started, drawing away from his kisses to take a few quick breaths. Your heart was beating wildly against your ribcage, as you noticed the way that his dark, chestnut-brown eyes filled with so much love as he looked on at you in bated silence. “I don’t want the food to get cold. Let’s eat…” But then, your voice trailed off as you began to notice the slight changes in his features since the last time that you had been him.

Because you were sitting so close to him on his lap, you had a clearer view of his face - and how his cheeks looked a little more deflated than usual, how dark circles hung underneath his eyes, and his hair was so disheveled to the point that it looked like it hadn’t been washed in a few days.

“Babe- are you okay?” You suddenly asked, palm coming up between the two of you and pressing gently against his cheek. It was slightly cool to the touch, something very unlike him - since you always joked that he was your furnace. “When’s the last time you ate something?”

Your gaze locked with your boyfriend’s then, as he stayed silent. The quietness stretched between you, dancing around the room and only heightening your concern.

Because oh-

Oh, holy fuck-

He was doing it again.

He was letting himself slip… just like in the past, when the boys had been so incredibly busy with their schedules.

At first, it just started as little warning signs…

Less of an appetite,

More fatigue,

Restless nights of sleep.

But then,

Then- the symptoms would always get worse.

They usually always resulted in a heightened sense of anxiety and stress and heartache.

Or worse, panic attacks.

You had seen him fall off the cliffside only two times before when his schedule had been swamped with activities. And the last time it had happened - which was well over a year before - you had promised yourself that you’d never let it happen again.

That late, stormy night, the two of you had been sprawled out atop your plush mattress, surrounded by the four walls of your bedroom that were dim with shadows. And you had held a weak and thin and weeping Jisung in your arms in a tight embrace, as you vowed to his shaking form that you’d never allow him to fall so deep into the hole of darkness.

Never again.

So, pressing both of your palms to his cheeks, you forced him to look you straight in the eyes. He was a horrible liar. Jisung could never deny you when you stared deep into his eyes, so that’s exactly what you did.

“Now look at me and tell me that you’ve eaten something today, baby.” The words came out a little strangled at the end, and the sharp intake of breath that fell from Jisung’s lips was all you needed to know at that moment.

Immediately, you felt your lips quiver in a sob, as you fully leaned into him. Wrapping both arms around his waist in a tight grip, you buried your face into his warm neck, struggling to breathe as worried thoughts began to race through your mind.

“It hasn’t been that long, I swear-” He finally said, his soft voice taking a sharp blade to the tension that hung between the two of you. You felt his fingers grasp at your sides, digging into the fabric of your thick, oversized hoodie. “Just… it’s been so hectic around here that I haven’t found the time to-”

At that, you frantically pushed away from him, “There’s never an excuse, baby. Never. I don’t care how busy you are- you need to eat. You need to sleep… even if it’s just a few hours a night. You need to take care of yourself, because-” Your words cut off then, as the lump in your throat solidified and the tears began to flow from the corners of your eyes, heating your flushed cheeks.

“Because what, baby girl?” He questioned, his eyes softening exponentially at the sight of your tears. He reached forward, tucking a strand of your hair behind one of your ears before he brushed a few of your tears away with a gentle thumb.

“Because… I can’t lose you, Ji. I- I-” The breath caught in your throat then, as all of the fears of what could happen raced through your mind then. Of what could’ve happened if you hadn’t caught it in time. If you hadn’t visited him that night and hadn’t seen him up close. “I’m sorry… for visiting you so late, I-I should’ve been here, and I wasn’t.”

Jisung silenced you with a kiss, delicately pressing his forehead against yours, the scent of him - of freshly cleaned linen and sweet chamomile tea - danced around you. It reminded you of how familiar he felt, how sweet and kind and beautiful he was. And how you never, ever wanted to let him go.

“Please don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he began in a low, gruff voice, his words slightly strained in emotion. “I should be the one apologizing. I told you last time that I’d never let it get this far, yet here I am…”

You cracked your eyes open to the sight of his furrowed brows and saw the weary light that filled his gaze at that exact moment. “No- no it’s okay, Ji. You don’t have to say sorry, I understand you.” You flattened both hands against his chest, slowly pressing against the muscle there. “Just… just let me take care of you, yeah? Let me help you gain strength again.”

A tiny grin cracked across his mouth at your words, and he canted his head to one side, focus landing on the table just behind you, which was full of the food that you had brought with you. “If helping me gain my strength back includes devouring that food over there, I’m all for it.” He said in a mischievously-dark tone.

You rose an eyebrow his way, “It also includes you promising me that you’ll get a minimum of four hours of sleep every night... at least until you're done with promotions for this comeback.”

He let out a loud groan, pressing his head against the back of his chair in apparent agony. “Four hours? Babe- you’re killing me here.” He whined, screwing his eyes shut and frowning in displeasure.

“Well, it’s either that or- six hours.”

Jisung flashed you a glare, but it wasn’t menacing in the least bit. Instead, it only made you giggle in delight at the sight of it. Because suddenly, you realized that upon first entering his studio and seeing him, he had been acting… different.

More exhausted than usual,

And even... weary.

But soon after having cracked him open, and discovering his struggles with facing another downward spiral, your boyfriend immediately brightened.

Like, just the sight of you had helped relieve some of the pain.

Even if the circles were still dark under his eyes and even if his cheekbones were a little gaunt, at least he was starting to come back to his usual, bright self.

“Well now, four hours doesn’t seem too unreasonable…” Jisung started, running a hand through his hair and chuckling faintly.

You stood up from his lap then, nearing the table that was full of food and taking a seat on the sofa. “Good. Now c’mere, I’m starving.” You patted the space beside you, offering your boyfriend a warm smile.

“I haven’t eaten since… I can’t even remember when. I think it was last night’s dinner with the guys.” Jisung confessed as he took the seat beside you, already prying open one of the bags. His entire face lit up at the sight of the glistening, still-hot fried chicken. He turned to you then, a goofy kind of smile adorning his face. “Oh- what am I ever going to do with you? You’re just too perfect for me!”

Without any warning, Jisung was pulling you into a tight hug, peppering kiss after kiss across your entire face. You tried to protest against his affection - but in all actuality, you secretly adored it. Adored his attention and love. And of course, he knew this. So it wasn’t until you finally managed to throw him off of you that he stopped and leveled you with a mirthful smirk.

“Yeah, okay- I get it, you love me.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, inclining over the table and grabbing a saucy drumstick for yourself.

The silence lapsed between the two of you for a few beats, as you focused on the meal. When suddenly, Jisung was speaking again, but in a much quieter voice than before.

“Thank you, baby.”

You turned to him, brows slightly furrowing in question as you chewed on a slice of cheese pizza.

“I mean… you didn’t have to do any of this,” he looked around the table that was full of steaming hot takeout. “Yet, you still did. You visited me at my studio to surprise me, but I think you might’ve saved me in the process too.”

You reached over then, brushing a few of your fingers against his cheek. He leaned into the touch, holding your hand close to his skin. “That’s what I’m here for, babe… to make you feel better. And I’ll always be here, no matter what. So every time you start to feel shitty, just call me, and I’ll be here in a heartbeat.”

Jisung turned his face then, pressing a few delicate kisses against your fingertips. “And I hope you know that I’ll do the same for you, princess. Always. Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

Smiling, you tilted in once more to press a kiss against his lips. And in a split second, he was kissing you back. More fervently this time, and when the two of you pulled apart to catch your breaths, you felt the flush from before start to brighten your cheeks again.

“Holy fuck- I’m never getting enough of you,” was all that you heard your boyfriend say before he was tipping back into you to push his perfect, rosebud-like mouth against yours.

After a few beats of silence that were only filled with your kisses, you slanted away from your boyfriend and glared his way, “Okay, okay- but you better stop now mister, before I truly get angry.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, a devilish smirk widening the corners of his mouth. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do if I don’t stop?”

You hit his shoulder with a light fist, “I”m gonna eat all of this food myself, and leave none for you.”

Jisung’s impish grin dropped instantly at your words, and suddenly, he was diving headfirst into the food once more. As he stuffed his face full of pizza and chicken wings, cheeks puffing up like a cute little chipmunk, you could only chuckle softly and stare back at him in loving adoration.

Because no matter what he went through - you were always going to be by his side.

And it came in handy that he was a horrible liar, because at least he could never hide anything from you.

So matter what, no matter the hurdles that he would face in his life, you would always be right alongside him, helping him overcome them all. And you knew that he’d continually do the same thing for you in return.

Fin.

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luxrayblues · 1 year

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I hope is not to wierd but can we get a cute larry x reader that the reader are pregnant and idk man, Larry wants to be with them but work hours and the reader gets clingy when Larry is home they always try smooch and cuddle and they are so happy he is back! Larry always bring then something to eat or reader has cooked because is his way to apollogize for been away so many hours idk man i just want cute fluff with Larry waitting to be a dad he didnt expect to be a dad at his age haha i just love your larry so smoochable and so many domestic life ideas

Not weird at all! It's super super cute!

Please accept this long awaited Larry fic my friends~

Larry x reader - Precious Moments

You were exhausted lately. Six months of pregnancy was hard work, there was no denying that. Although there was no change, you felt like Larry was gone all of the time. It seemed like you spent eternities alone though he was doing his usual 9-5 and coming straight home to you each day. Most days he even left work early which was unheard of for him, but he would make sure to bring you something good to eat to make up for his absence.

Larry had felt awful about the situation from the beginning of your pregnancy. It had been quite unexpected for both of you, but he had never thought at his age that he would be having children. The man couldn’t be happier about the prospect, but he hated that he couldn’t take time off to be with you. He still had a job to do, at least until the baby was actually here.

You on the other hand felt horrible for the way you had been acting, though you couldn’t control yourself at all. You were on top of that man from the moment he stepped through the door until he left the next morning. And the weekends? The poor thing couldn’t take a breath. You knew in your heart that you must be the most annoying thing on the planet but in reality, he couldn’t get enough of you. He relished every waking moment that he was with you and counted himself blessed. You being clingy only made him feel important, like he was actually somebody in this world. He could never understand that, to you, he was everything.

You were already at the door that evening as he walked up the driveway. He couldn’t even lay a finger on the knob and you had whipped it open to throw your arms around him, not caring that he was trying to balance his briefcase and your dinner in his arms. “My handsome dumpling~” You chirp happily and bury your face into his chest, breathing him in as he tried to juggle everything while loosely hugging you back. “Miss me?” He chuckles, already sounding like a dad.

You don’t even dignify the comment with a response, instead grabbing him by the tie and dragging him inside. You pull him down enough that you can press your lips to his, making a soft noise at the effort it takes just to get a kiss. “Mmh!” He grunts softly against your lips and leans in immediately. Larry was addicted to you. The taste of your lips and tongue as you press eager kisses to him was intoxicating for the poor man. He felt almost light-headed, full of so much love he couldn’t handle it until he realized he was about to drop your food and pulled himself away. “I need to... put the food down, love.” He gasps, taking a few heavy breaths, eyeing you like you were his favorite dish all the while.

As much as you don’t want to, you relent and pull back so he can bring everything to the kitchen, however you still have your arm hooked into his. “I missed you.” Your voice is soft and it breaks his heart to know you were home waiting for him all day. Once he had set everything on the counter, he turns to you and leans in to kiss your forehead. “I missed you too.” He assures you, touching your cheek with his large hand. He admires you for a long moment before releasing you. “Time to eat now, Dear.”

You wanted to tell him you weren’t interested in food, but your stomach growling gave away the truth. You were eating for two now and that baby would not let you forget. Even if all you wanted to do was curl up with Larry and snuggle the night away.

Larry ushers you to the couch, not letting you carry anything, he gets you set up with a tv tray and surrounds you with pillows before he sits down himself. He knew to leave an open section so you could sit with your body pressed against his while you ate.

“Mmh. Ah.” He makes quiet pleased noises as he eats. You always found it so precious that he couldn’t help himself when it came to good food. You lean against him, listening as you pick at your own food while the tv drones on. It was really just background noise for you both. Part of the routine. Occasionally you plant a kiss on his arm between bites. He was simply irresistible to you. His calm demeanor regardless of his true feelings made him seem so stoic, but you had come to know just how caring he was. It seemed like everything he did was with you and your incoming child in mind and you were eternally grateful that you had him.

Likewise while he wasn’t the most vocal about his feelings, Larry showed how much he cared in everything he did. Never had he expected to have the perfect domestic life, but you had showed up and changed everything for him. He'd never known happiness like this until you had shown up and he absolutely didn’t take it for granted.

“All done?” he smiles just slightly as he touches your cheek again, admiring you in the seconds it took for you to answer with a swift nod. You watch as he gets up to put your bowls away, whining softly because he was going to be more than a foot away from you. “I’ll only be a minute.” His promise is reassuring and helps your anxiety as you wait for him to return to you.

While he cleans the dishes, you shift around on the couch, getting in your usual position so that when he returns he’ll know exactly what to do. Know he did, coming back with his suit jacket off and sleeves rolled up. The smile that came to his lips made your heart flutter in anticipation. Larry climbs onto the couch and lays his head on your stomach gently, getting comfortable so he could feel and listen to the little life you had created together. This was his favorite part of the routine. Getting to hold you both while he rests and just surrounds himself with life’s meaning.

“I love you.” He rumbles and presses a kiss to your taut stomach. Your fingers slip into his salt and pepper hair, petting him gently. “I love you too.” You purr in response.

Everything felt worth it to both of you during these moments. You had each other and despite all, it was the most important thing to you both. You could’ve given up the world for this time with him.

“I love you to the moon and back.” You say, emphasizing how deeply you loved him. The cheesy line made him chuckle lightly, though it filled his heart to hear you say it. “I love you to the moon and back.” He nuzzles his face against you and lets out a soft, content breath.

You were both quiet for some time, relishing in one another’s company when he suddenly jerked his head up. It was a second before he pressed his cheek back to your stomach. “they’re awake in there.” He was beaming, his dark eyes sparkling with emotion as he felt for more kicks, rubbing his hand along you gently. His heart beat harder in his chest at the feeling of soft kicks against his hands.

“They hear their daddy.” You giggle as the baby seems to get more active, seeming to respond to his voice. You could feel the little kicks and hits as your baby squirmed around, responding to the familiar deep voice. You could see how proud Larry was as he nuzzled his face against you, talking quietly to the little guy. You could already tell your child was going to be spoiled on all fronts when they arrived, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You spend the rest of the night just like that with him gently petting over your stomach with those big hands of his. Your own fingers laced into his hair. Softly cooing over the baby and talking about how things were going to be when they arrived. You were both so caught up and in love with the soft moment that time got away from you that evening.

The things you wanted out of life were pretty simple, but you were both happy and that was what mattered.

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twistedappletree · 9 months

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Have any cute headcanons up share about how Jin Ling grew up with Qin Su, Jin Guangyao, and Jiang Cheng?

OK SO ✨🥺✨

I have so many thoughts about our precious baby peony in general but I definitely have some specific ‘bonding’ activities that I think these three would’ve shared with him.

• Jin Ling & Jin Guangyao

Catching tadpoles.

The reason why this is so specific is because I actually used to do this with my own uncle when I was a kid 💕 JGY would definitely take JL out to the ponds to play with, catch and release tadpoles together because JL was so enchanted by them and catching them was so satisfying. They’d name them together and even though JL came up with the silliest names (like Dumpling, Lily, Buttercup etc.), JGY would never make fun of him for it and would always tell him what perfect names they were.

• Jin Ling & Jiang Cheng

Martial arts.

JC would’ve been far more patient with baby JL and JL wanted to be like him so much that he’d try to copy every move and technique perfectly, kicking his little leg in the air and throwing his little punches. He’d try to keep his form smooth (though it was difficult because he was so excited to spend time with his jiujiu and he was very smol, balance is hard when you’re so smol 😭).

Sometimes the targets on the wing-chun were too high for JL to reach and he’d get discouraged, so JC would would occasionally ‘cheat’ to make him feel better by lifting him up so he could kick/punch the higher targets.

• Jin Ling & Qin Su

Jewelry and accessorizing.

It makes me so happy that JL canonically enjoys and wears pretty accessories, and I 100% headcanon that this was QS’s influence. She saw him take an interest in all of the shiny trinkets in her vanity room, so one day, she let him join while QS and her handmaidens put on her jewelry and accessories for the day and let JL try on anything he wanted.

Both QS and her handmaidens adored JL’s beautiful hair and would decorate it with all sorts of gorgeous headpieces, hair crowns, sparkly strings of golden beads and delicate chains, etc.

It’s something JL never stopped doing from that point on and he always has something pretty in his hair—most of his accessories were inherited by QS after her passing, which she definitely would’ve wanted him to have.

💛💛💛

#SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER BTW #tysm for the cute ask this was so fun!!! 💕🥺🥺🥺💕#mdzs #the untamed #jin ling #jin guangyao #qin su #mo dao zu shi #mdzs thoughts #mdzs headcanons #jin rulan #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jin ling’s uncles #jin ling and his jiujiu #answered asks #baby boy #grandmaster of demonic cultivation

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biribaa · 1 year

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CRASH x reader hcs

the lack of x reader content for CRASH must be a sin. I love this ugly computer guy

Spoilers for Awful Hospital ahead

TW/CW: None as far as I know?

I know. Not even CRASH, with his massive ego, can believe he found someone as special as you. What were the chances?!

In the beginning you were nothing more than another bucket of guts for him, how come in a few months you became a candy for his virtualized eyes?!

Obviously, because of his own problems and past relationships, CRASH is slightly more insecure and shy with you in the beginning of the relationship (Only with you, of course)... And it's impossible to blame him. So you need to give CRASH various types of attention to make him more confident in his first positive relationship with a grey-zoner in years

He's extremely over the top with cute nicknames, he never has a "main", he's always calling you something new.

Buttercup, dearheart, my beloved, cutie pie, cuddle bug, angel eyes, sweet lil' dumpling, doll face, lucky charm. Anyway, you got it, he's really cheesy and creative with nicknames.

Always wanting to participate in your day. Maybe it's because CRASH is really nosy, but he swears it's because he wants to make sure your day is okay. Not to mention that you're irresistible, as well as wanting to know you're okay, CRASH loves your presence and your attention.

He knows what Jay and Fern do, especially Jay. CRASH refuses to let someone so breath-taking, heartwarming(Perhaps the right way to say it is.... CPUwarming? *SitcomLaughing.MP3*), and dazzling like you get into any possible danger with that filthy fleshbag. CRASH refuses to lose someone so important again.

Did I ever tell you that CRASH loves any attention from you? Mostly physical. He knows he's just a computer, but he begs for at least one kiss from you on his screen. He melts immediately just by the thought of your lips. Maybe more than one kiss? Maybe?

Certain moments when it's just you and CRASH together in silence, the computer notices how much meaning you give to its life. CRASH wonders if he should go back to his goal of ending his own life. But he couldn't, you are too precious to be left alone...

Plus! CRASH got tentacles, perfect to cuddle with! He loves cuddling you with them. Your form is so much smaller than him, maybe it's because of CRASH's ego, but he loves to see how you are so much smaller than him. Gives the feeling that he needs to protect you...

CRASH also finds a pleasant feeling in making you laugh. Whatever your type of humor, CRASH tries and can find a way to make you laugh.

CRASH is definitely not the best with advice, but he swears by trying to help you through your most emotionally/psychology sensitive moments. Don't need advice? Excellent! CRASH just needs to give you physical affection. But if you really want advice, CRASH isn't overly confident, not that he doesn't love you of course! He just doesn't really know how to help you in those moments. But you stayed with CRASH when he most thought he didn't need it and proved that inside coal there can be gold, that's the least he can do for you.

#canon x reader #x reader #reader insert #ai x reader #awful hospital #awful hospital crash #soft headcanons #fluff headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #x reader headcanons #artificial intelligence x reader #awful hospital seriously the worst ever #ai x human

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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THIRST TIME WITH V

(Note: Didn't realize you took Thirst submissions because I am a chronic MOBLE user and have yet to see all of your info pages. Forgive me if this is not what you meant by "Thirst". I'm just going off my current knowledge of tumblr lingo. Feel free to delete.)

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Let's start with Kanroji cuz she has been on my mind a lot lately.

Some random relationship HCs before I get into my feelings

You can not tell me this precious girl isn't going to worship your every breath. And she deserves the same appreciation.

Total "Love you like i'm going to lose you" vibes.

IF you have a praise kink in any capacity then she is a good match. Tell her how adorable she is everyday and she will instantly turn red and tell you that you are cuter.

Is afraid she will smother you to death if you ask her to sit on your face. (Thicc thighs end lives, and I'm looking to die)

Many sweet good night pecks on the cheek, nose, and eyelids. *noises of smooching, noises of smooching, these are the noises of smooching*

One of those girlfirends that cares more about snacks than sex. (And I'm here for it)

Clearly has bottom energy, but prefers to be the big spoon.

Bath house & HotSprings dates or couples massage dates!

Gets really insecure if you don't ever hold her hand when walking.Those kinds of casual intimacies are very important to her. Though she will understand if you don't like participating while in public.

k so... I am so in love with her. Like SIMP levels. In a sensual platonic way mostly. She is so fucking sweet and enchanting. I'm not much of a romantic but I would do my best to make sure her romantic side is cared for in every way if she were mine. I want her to be my best friend and partner in crime too. Like, just let me braid her hair and tell her how beautiful her heart is while we watch stupid rom coms. I don't even like rom coms, but I know she will. And if she is in the mood to let me pick (which lets be honest she is the type of person that will offer the other person picks because she doesn't want to risk picking something they don't like) we can watch a cute slice of life anime and cuddle on the couch. I just want to talk about life, other partners, and Hashira drama with her. I want to bake with her and learn new recipies. I want to be a sweeter person in general when I think about her. And There is no hesitation in my will to buy her all the sakura mochi and dumplings she can eat either. I would rack up $30000 in credit card debt to please her.

She makes my heart expand in new ways every time I see her. And I no longer know how to handle those feelings.

Here is a quick KNY lofi edit to listen to while reading. <3

https://youtu.be/7EutdfvNkTo

Misturi Inspired playlist l really like <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-juOCFa_3oc

ps: I just discovered the Rescue Ink biker gang and I have new goals in life now.

... months later (I read this when you first sent it 😁, but evidently took my sweet time actually answering it 💀) !! 🥳

I giggled so hard reading (and rereading) your random relationship headcanons. 🥺🥰 "these are the noises of smooching" 😂 and SNACKS 😋. In my snacks hcs, Mitsuri actually has a special lunchbox for you (that she keeps stocked w/ SNACKS). 😌 The overall softness I feel for this woman is softer than a squishy kitty, and lemme tell you how much I ADORE cats. 😻💖

The one and only one shot I've written for Mitsuri was essentially an ode (albeit, not a poem) to how generously and tenderly she deserves to be loved: hopeless romantic. 🫶🏽 HELL RAIN FIRE ON ANYONE UNWILLING TO HOLD HER BEAUTIFUL HAND. 😤 Ofc, if public discomfort is the issue, then compromises can be made, BUT OTHERWISE !! 😒😎

As for her thicc thighs ending lives... 🫠

18+NSFW below

"Are you sure?" Mitsuri hesitates, fingertips warm as they trace the curves of your collarbones.

"I'm sure," you huff, grip firm on her waist, licking your bottom lip, "Absolutely sure."

"But..." frowning now, "I'm-"

"You're what?" you interrupt, not unkindly, "Depriving me of your beautiful pussy?"

Her thighs clench at your forwardness, ass plush as she grinds lightly on your stomach, perched pretty and pouting atop your body.

Your tone softens, hands kneading slowly up her sides, carefully pulling her down till her tits press full and snug against your chest, her breaths melting sweetly into the crook of your neck, "Honey, you're not too heavy, nor are you going to hurt me."

"I get very invested," she admits, cheeks pink, nipples hardening as your embrace tightens.

"Good," you murmur, "I want you to be very invested," smirking, "I want you shaking and messy and noisy when you sit on my face," playfully smacking her ass, groan in your throat at its satisfying jiggle, her shy yelp following soon thereafter, "Can't wait to feel your gorgeous thighs suffocating me as I worship your beautiful pussy."

With a low whimper, Mitsuri allows you to coax her into position, giggling at how muffled you sound while guiding her, apologizing profusely when she accidentally knees your ear, squeaking loudly as you immediately swipe your tongue flat and languid across her folds.

Oh when you grab her ass, encouraging her to set her own rhythm.

Ah when you finally flick her clit, folds slick with spit, thighs quivering at the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

Shit when you keep your tongue out wet and steady, desire fuelling her movements as she begins chasing her orgasm, ignoring the dull ache in your jaw.

Fuck when you reach for her bouncing tits, nipples pinched, twisted, and tugged, eyes closed as pressure builds, thighs burning, desperate and frantic to Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.

"Look at me, babygirl," almost inaudible as she moans eagerly, orgasm washing over her when she takes in the gleam of your stare, the heat of your tongue, nose glistening from her fervor.

—

"Told you I get invested," she whispers roughly.

"Mhmf."

Oops as she rolls off of you, laughter bubbling as you inhale deeply, arm already wrapping around her.

"Where're you going?" you demand fondly.

"Huh?" she smiles easily — entirely unaware.

"I'm not done with you."

Oh?

"I haven't even made you whimper my name yet."

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(3...2...1...) domino | vernon chwe

Turns out stealing your best friend’s food wasn’t the best idea. Especially when said best friend has recently gotten much stronger and faster than you. The consequences of something so simple set off a domino effect, and before you know it you’re both falling into something faster than you ever thought possible.

🧡 Pairing: bestfriend!vernon x reader

🧡 Word Count: 5.1k

🧡 Genre: Best friends to lovers, fluff, smut

🧡 Rating: 18+

🧡 Warnings: Explicit language, Vernon doesn't like having his food stolen 😤, a friendly game of chase, playful rough housing, a one sided pillow fight (oof @ Vernon), lots of ✨tension✨, teasing, strength kink because Vern has been working out, explicit sexual content, making out, hair pulling, biting/marking/scratching, groping, name kink (@ Vern 🤩), whiny and needy Vernon but also he has low low key dom vibes at times, reader is a bit of a brat at times, dirty talk, praise, multiple consent check ins we love to see it 🥰, fingering, rough fingering, slight overstimulation, cum eating, more banter/teasing, oral (m receiving), deep throating, rough face fucking, it's playful and cute again at the end

A/N: Thank you to everyone who liked the teaser and has been patiently waiting for this 🥰 I had a lot of fun writing this one and I hope you enjoy it if you do decide to read it 🥺 Please look forward to more from me soon and thank you for all your love and support 😭😭💕💕

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Taglist: @chwebychew @smuchsmut @romromthedeer

There were two things you were absolutely sure of.

One. You and Vernon were always going to be best friends.

And two. Never steal said best friend’s food unless you wanted to pay for it with your life.

However, there was an exception to the second thing. Stealing his food without getting caught. You had to time it just right though, and your window of opportunity was rapidly closing. Your best friend had just left your room to use the bathroom down the hall, leaving his enticing plate of dumplings completely unattended.

Had Vernon offered to get something for you when you had picked up food earlier? Yes. Had you been hungry then? No. Were you now starving and regretting your decision and contemplating an even riskier one? Unfortunately, yes. Fuck. He was gonna kill you. But only if you got caught.

You glanced down the hallway one more time, and saw no sign of your friend. With a somewhat already guilty conscience, you swiped one of the dumplings off his plate and quickly stuffed it into your mouth. You had just barely started to stressfully chew when, “I know you did not just do that.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, sheepishly turning around to face Vernon. He was standing in your open doorway with his black tee and jeans, arms crossed and a questioning brow raised at you. So much for not getting fucking caught. You tried to mumble out an embarrassed apology, but your mouth was still full so it just sounded like garbled nonsense.

“Okay, swallow. And then I’m gonna kill you.” Vernon said simply as you internally cursed yourself to hell and back.

You swear you had never chewed and swallowed something so fast in your life.

“Nonie, I’m sorry. I got hungry, and they smelled so good. Will you forgive me, pretty please?” you begged sweetly, flashing him your best “I’m sorry” puppy dog eyes.

Vernon’s expression was literally unreadable right now. Yeah, that didn’t seem like a great sign.

“I will give you a ten second head start.”

You stared at him in confusion, “Head start for what?”

“To run.”

You let out a nervous laugh, your best friend’s features still unchanging.

“You’re joking right?”

“One.”

“Vernon, please, we are two grown adults.”

“Two.”

“C’mon, Nonie, this is ridiculous.”

“Three.”

You had never seen him look so serious about something in the entire time you’d known him. Over a fucking dumpling. Your best friend was fast though, and here you were still standing there wasting precious seconds.

“Vernon.”

One last ditch effort.

“Four.”

“Fuck!” you exclaimed before finally pushing past him to run out of the room.

There was no fucking way that man had finished counting to ten because you heard his footsteps bounding after you a moment later.

“You fucking cheater!” you yelled back at him as you raced into the living room.

“What can I say? You’re a thief, and I count fast.” he replied nonchalantly, and you quickly dashed behind the couch to put a barrier between the two of you.

You groaned, “This is a little drastic for a dumpling, don’t you think?”

Your best friend shrugged in response.

“You know how I feel about food.”

“So, you’re really gonna chase me around the house like we’re little kids? All because I ate one, ONE, of your dumplings?!” you asked incredulously, eyes darting around the room to look for an opening to escape.

“You could just stop running. We both know I’m gonna catch you regardless.”

There was a smugness to his tone, and the challenge in his eyes ignited something in you. An overwhelming desire to prove his cocky ass wrong.

You both moved at the same time. Vernon rushed to the side of the couch to block your means of escape, but you were already scrambling to climb over the top and sprinting out of his reach and back down the hallway to your room. The triumph of your escape was short lived, however, because Vernon was tackling you onto your bed the moment you entered the room, “Gotcha dumpling thief!”

You let out a sound of surprise as the two of you tumbled across your sheets. You ended up side by side on your bed, noses almost touching from the close proximity.

“Vernon, what the hell!” you demanded, giving his shoulder a light, but purposeful shove.

“Okay, ow. You know, to be fair, I did warn you.”

“We aren’t kids anymore, you can’t just do shit like that. We could’ve broken my bed, or one or both of us could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” you scolded him with a stern frown on your features, and all it earned you was your best friend chuckling under his breath in response.

“Are you fucking laughing at me! You asshole!” you shouted before pushing on his shoulder again.

You were more annoyed than angry, but you also didn’t want Vernon to think you were letting him off that easy. And yet, he was still laughing. Oh, he was a dead man.

“Sorry, it’s just, I think we’d have to do a lot more than that to break the fucking bed.” he voiced cheekily, eyes dancing with amusement.

“Vernon Chwe, I am going to kill you!!” you roared, and in the next moment you were sitting on top of him.

His eyes changed instantly, but you couldn’t quite read what they were trying to convey. Not that it really mattered, because his expression changed again as soon as you retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed and struck him with it.

“Fuck. Wait. I’m sorry!” he tried, but you just brought the pillow down on him again.

Vernon, ever with the dramatics, let out a high pitched scream every time you hit him. You knew you weren’t doing any real damage, and if his interspersed giggles were anything to go by, you would say he was even enjoying it.

Your best friend had never lost his inner child, even now that both of you were well into your twenties. If you were being honest, it was actually one of the things you loved most about him. You really found it so cute and endearing. Not to mention contagious because you found yourself starting to laugh along with him.

You lost the energy and drive to keep striking him and let the pillow fall from your hands. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and contain your giggles.

“Satisfied now?”

“I am actually, thank you. Don’t ever pull that shit with me again.” you answered, doing your best to sound threatening, but it was proving really difficult at the moment.

You looked down at your hands splayed across Vernon’s stomach, and suddenly remembered that you were still straddling your best friend. His black tee had even started to ride up a little…

Your face felt hot, and you prayed that the reaction would go unnoticed by him. If only you could’ve been so lucky. That same something flashed in his eyes again followed by a curious smirk taking over his face, “Are you blushing?”

“W-What no! S-Shut up. It’s just hot in h-here.” you stuttered back in reply, looking anywhere but at him.

And you were still sitting on him. This was your best friend for fucks sake, just get off the man!

“Hey,” Vernon’s hands gently smoothed over your hips suddenly, “what’s going on in that head of yours?”

You looked down to see his eyes searching your face for some sort of answer to his question.

“Honestly?” you queried back, nervous energy radiating throughout your body.

“Well I asked, didn’t I?” Vernon pointed out, and there was that curious little smile again.

“Okay, but you can’t laugh. Or I will smother you with one of these pillows. Got it?”

Your best friend held up in his hands in innocence, “No laughing. Got it.”

You sighed as you contemplated the risk of telling him exactly what was running through your head right now. Ugh, it all went back to those fucking dumplings. You decided to just say fuck it for the second time that day.

“Well, we’re in somewhat of a compromising position right now. And all I can think about is how weird it feels that this doesn’t feel weird…” you trailed off, and you could feel the blush on your cheeks deepening.

“Oh.” he said softly, and your immediate instinct was suddenly to backtrack as fast as possible.

“U-Unless it feels weird for you and here I am still sitting on you and rambling like an idiot-”

“Y/N.” Vernon interjected, but you were too caught up in trying to save face.

"You know what actually, this is weird. I don’t know what I was talking about. Just forget it, okay? I-”

“Y/N.”

Something in his voice made you finally stop, “Yeah?”

“We’re being honest right now, right?”

You just nodded as your nerves ran rampant. Now Vernon was the one who seemed like he couldn’t look at you. You thought you maybe even noticed some color in his cheeks, but that was most likely just your imagination.

“Nonie, it’s me. Just talk to me.” you coaxed gently, your best friend finally meeting your gaze again.

“Honestly, I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” you pressed, voice coming out hushed.

You definitely didn’t think you were imagining the bright red hue quickly spreading across his entire face. Your heartbeat felt deafening, and you wondered if he could hear it too.

“I’m scared because of how good this feels. You’re right, it should feel so fucking weird. But it just…doesn’t.”

A small gasp escaped from your lips, and when your eyes met again it was like he was seeing straight through you to your soul.

You were scared too. Scared of what this could mean. And the longer you stared into his big, beautiful, brown eyes, the more terrified you felt. But there was also an underlying curiosity and excitement coursing through you.

"You trust me, right?" Vernon asked, breaking the prior silence.

His hands settled on your waist again, and something about all of this just felt so…right. So natural.

"Always."

The devious grin he flashed you had you reconsidering your answer as mischief sparked in his eyes, "Famous last words."

Before you even had a chance to ask him what he meant by that, you were letting out a yelp as he effortlessly flipped the two of you over. In one fluid motion he had pinned you beneath him, arms caging you in on either side. You stared up at him incredulously, and your heart raced furiously.

“Okay. When in the hell did you get so strong?” you paused as your eyes drifted to one of his muscular arms, “And when did your arms get so fucking big, holy shit!”

You reached out to touch him out of habit, and something about the way you could feel his muscles flexing under your hand had you feeling slightly dizzy. You’d always thought and known that Vernon was handsome. Hot sometimes even. But right now, being pinned under him like this..

Your best friend chuckled, the sound pulling you back from your dangerous thoughts, and your hand falling from his arm.

“I have been going to the gym, remember?”

You’d known this of course. He’d even been constantly bugging you to go with him. But this was the first time you were really noticing the change in his physique. Jesus. Had he always been this fucking broad.

“So…does it feel weird yet?” he thankfully interrupted your mind spiral once again.

“Not even a little bit. You’re right, this is scary.” you admitted with a nervous laugh.

“Fucking terrifying.” Vernon agreed quietly as he gazed down at you, eyes focusing on your lips for a split second before shooting back up to meet your own.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” you questioned, reflecting his own phrase back at him.

Your best friend blinked in surprise at your query, and his entire face flushed crimson once more.

“Honestly. All I can think about right now…is how bad I want to kiss you. And how if I do…then everything changes.”

Your own face grew hot at his confession. And suddenly it felt like the two of you had always been heading here. To this moment. To each other.

“So kiss me.”

It took you a few seconds to realize you’d actually said the words out loud and not just in your head. The way Vernon’s eyes grew wide was what really gave it away.

“Wait. What?” he inquired, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the cute clueless expression on his face.

“As per usual, we’re sharing the same single brain cell. Which means…I wanna kiss you just as bad.”

This time Vernon was the one who gasped, and you had literally never found him more endearing.

“Maybe even more.” you added playfully, giving him a knowing look.

“Fuck.” he breathed, “Not possible.”

Now it was your eyes wandering to his mouth. You’d genuinely never noticed before, but he had really pretty lips. Like really pretty. They looked really soft too… Oh, you were going to lose it if you didn’t kiss him that very second.

But then he kissed you. And you fucking lost it anyway.

It shouldn’t have been possible to feel like you’d been knocked off your feet when you were literally already laying down. And yet, the moment his lips had touched yours the world had immediately crumbled underneath you.

All you knew was instinct as you kissed him back with surprising furiosity. Instinct and Vernon.

Vernon.

Your hands were in his hair. His tongue was in your mouth. He was invading all your senses and dragging you down, down, down, with him. And right now, you were more than happy to follow the descent.

A mixture of soft pants filled the air as Vernon’s weight pressed down harder on you. You tugged at his chestnut strands, and his teeth grazed your lips in retaliation. You pulled a little harder, your nails scratching against his scalp. He groaned into your mouth before repositioning himself so that he could slide his arms under your back and hold you closer.

Your hands left his hair in favor of fisting handfuls of the back of his shirt instead. Vernon slotted one of his legs between yours, and he swallowed the gasp that slipped out when you felt his thigh press up against you. One of your legs curled around his waist, and he grunted in response. A large hand trailed down to grip onto your thigh, his fingers simultaneously digging into your ass.

And still, not a single part of this felt weird. If anything, it felt electrifying. Like every single one of your nerves was catching fire. Like the two of you would just burn and burn until you consumed each other to ash.

His lips suddenly left yours to follow the line of your jaw, his hair tickling your face. You hummed and could instantly feel Vernon smiling against you. It made warmth bloom in your chest.

Your hands snuck under his shirt to feel more of him, fingers tracing over the defined muscles in his back. You found yourself wondering, actually dying to know, what he looked like naked… Probably like some kind of fucking Greek god if what you’d seen so far was anything to go by.

All thoughts, including the one about wanting to see your best friend naked, flew straight out of your head the moment his mouth attached itself to your neck. That cute, smiley boy was gone. Now he was all hunger. All desire. All tongue and teeth. Kissing and sucking and biting as you squirmed and sighed out beneath him.

Vernon knew you. Maybe better than anyone. Which meant he found the sensitive spot on your neck in record time. He was smiling again. Smirking actually. Shit eating grin as he sucked against your skin, hard enough to definitely leave a mark.

“Such a fucking cheater.” you breathed out, and Vernon chuckled into your neck.

“Where’s the fun in playing fair?” he murmured before biting down on the same spot.

“Vernon, fuck!” you cried out, your body twisting underneath him.

His tongue soothed the spot a moment later and the moan slipped out before you could stop it. Your face burned furiously, and Vernon pulled back from marking up your neck.

“Holy shit.” he whispered, eyes going wide in surprise.

“Fuck you. You know that spot is extremely sensitive. That was just evil.” you whined, your cheeks growing hotter and hotter.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His statement had caught you completely off guard, and you blinked up at him, “Wait, what?”

Vernon’s own face flushed, and you desperately wanted to kiss him again.

“I just, I can’t believe I made you sound like that. You sound so, pretty…”

That sent your heart racing again. Only this time, you actually hoped he could hear it. So he would know he was having just as much of an effect on you as you were on him.

“I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make.” he mused as his eyes traveled the length of your body.

Your thighs rubbed together as a reflex, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Vernon.

“What do you think?” he queried, thumb gently gripping your chin to hold your gaze, “Should we find out?”

“Only if I get to find out what you sound like too.” you answered with surprising confidence.

Vernon raised an eyebrow at you, and you copied him out of habit.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, “you first, princess.”

Your brain had just barely started to form a response, when you felt his thigh brush against your still covered core once more. You whimpered at the stimulation, and Vernon’s eyes grew noticeably hazy at the sound.

“Shit. You’re really killing me right now, you know that?” he groaned, and it honestly shocked you just how hot whining suddenly sounded coming from him.

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

Your best friend swallowed nervously as he stared down at you, “Are you absolutely sure about this? I meant what I said before. If we cross this line…then everything changes. Everything.”

You didn’t even hesitate before taking hold of his shirt to yank him back down to your mouth for a searing kiss. His strong hands immediately gripped your hips, pushing the material of your shirt up just slightly. You pulled back, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth as you did so, “Then let it change.”

“Fuck.” Vernon growled, and then his mouth was descending on you again.

You moaned freely now as he made patches of color bloom across your chest, your fingers twisting back into his already messy locks. His teeth scraped along your collar bones, and his hands slid up higher. Your skin warmed as his palms smoothed over your back, resting just under the clasp of your bra. His fingers tentatively brushed over the fabric as his loving kisses trailed lower, ghosting over the tops of your breasts.

“Vernon.”

His name left your lips as a dreamy sigh.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

The nickname actually wasn’t anything new. In fact, it was one that had stuck since you were both kids. The context, however, was brand fucking new. And the raspiness of his already deep voice was really doing something to you.

“Fuck, touch me. Please.” you pleaded breathlessly.

He moaned softly into the skin of your neck, the sound like the most beautiful music you had ever heard. His fingers were shaking as he clumsily undid the clasp, and you quickly sat up to slide the garment down your arms and out from under your shirt. You were shedding your shirt a moment later, and Vernon inhaled sharply.

“Wait, YN-”

You reached out to take one of his hands and placed it directly over your racing heart, “I trust you, remember.”

He let out a small gasp before closing the space between you to kiss you gently. His hands started to curve around your breasts after several seconds, and you sighed at the contact.

“You’re so pretty, shit. And so soft.” he voiced as his large hands fully enveloped you, softly kneading your flesh.

One of his thumbs swiped over your nipple and you hissed, head falling back slightly. Vernon carefully maneuvered you to lay back down, and you cried out when his hands were suddenly being replaced by his warm mouth. He took his time mapping out your chest with his lips, tongue, and teeth, with you squirming and whining beneath him all the while. His lips wrapped around one of your perked buds, and something inside you snapped.

“Fucking shit. Hansol.” you moaned loudly, not even registering what you had accidentally just called him.

You had used his first name on very very few occasions. He had always just been Vernon to you. But the things he was doing to you was making it nearly impossible to think straight, and it had just slipped out during your rush of pleasure. He lifted his head and used one of his hands to sweep his hair back from his face, his eyes almost completely swallowed by darkness.

“God, princess. You can’t just fucking do that.” Vernon scolded you, a noticeable whiny and needy edge to his voice.

“Hansol.”

“Fuck.” he growled, “Stop that.”

“Make me, Hansol.” you fired back, eyes blazing with challenge.

Vernon shook his head at you and chuckled darkly, “Bratty little princess.”

You barely had time to process before one of his strong arms was laid across your stomach, pinning you down as his other hand slowly started undoing your jeans.

“If we need to stop, just say the word.”

He slowly slid your zipper all the way down. Every part of you was screaming in anticipation.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked, voice shaky.

Vernon’s eyes flicked up to meet your own, and a wicked little smirk was decorating his handsome face. You clenched around absolutely nothing.

“Making you.”

Without any further hesitation, his fingers slipped past the waistband of your underwear to make contact with your slick folds.

“Holy shit.” he swore under his breath, “You’re fucking soaked.”

You were shaking underneath him. You felt like if you didn’t get some part of him inside you, you were going to go crazy. Vernon seemed to be past the point of feeling unsure though because he wasted no time before slipping one of his long digits past your walls. You whimpered, your hands digging into the sheets below you.

He watched, mesmerized, as he drew his finger back out before pumping it into you again. He added another digit a moment later, and your back rose off the bed as you cried out.

“God, you feel incredible, princess. I can’t believe how well you’re taking my fingers.” he praised you, his voice husky and laced with want.

His fingers started drilling into you faster, and he grunted as he used his other arm to hold down your thrashing body.

“Oh my God…Vernon.”

“You gonna come for me, princess?” he pressed, stretching you out even more by going up to three digits.

You actually were about to come surprisingly fast. How the fuck was it that he knew your body so well even though this was the first time you had ever done this? But he was reaching that spot inside you with ridiculous ease, and pushing you steadily towards your high. His thumb passed over your clit, and your body jolted at the stimulation.

“Fuck. I’m close.”

Vernon groaned before beginning to rub your clit in time with his fingers fucking into you, and you felt ready to scream at this point as your eyes screwed shut.

“Shit…Vernon…” your voice trailed off as your breathing was rapidly increasing.

“You can let go, princess. I’ve got you.” Vernon said gently, a complete contrast to the harsh motion of his hand inside you.

You opened your eyes to see him intently staring down at you, brows furrowed and biting his lip in concentration. He looked so sexy right now, and you clenched hard around his fingers before soaking them with your release. Vernon cursed loudly, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm until you were crying at the overstimulation.

As soon as he was pulling his fingers from you, he was immediately slipping them into his mouth to suck them clean, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, princess. You taste so sweet.” he groaned, and you found your eyes wandering to the bulge in his jeans for the first time.

Fucking hell. He must’ve been huge. You were determined to find out for yourself as you suddenly got up from the bed, pulling Vernon up beside you. Still in the midst of your post orgasm haze, you dropped to your knees on your bedroom floor. Vernon's eyes went wide, and you began frantically pulling at his belt.

“Shit, Y/N, you don’t-”

“If we need to stop, then tell me. Otherwise, I need you to shut up cause I want to suck you off.” you explained simply as you yanked his belt from the loops in one swift movement.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

You grinned up at him devilishly before undoing his jeans just as quickly. Seeing the way his cock was straining against his boxers had your mouth starting to water slightly.

“We’ve literally known each other forever, and even after all that time, I had no idea you were packing. Holy shit.” you remarked, your hands gripping his waistband.

You glanced up to see Vernon blushing furiously, making you giggle.

“Oh my God, please just stop.” he whined cutely.

“Lucky for you, I actually will have to cause my mouth will be full in a minute.”

A sense of satisfaction ran through you when you saw his dick twitch in his boxers. Finally, you would get to see firsthand what he looked and sounded like when he was being pleasured. The thought excited you to no end.

Vernon’s eyes never left you as you tugged down his boxers to free his cock, and it immediately bounced up against his stomach. Your eyes widened because he was really was fucking huge. Like you could already preemptively feel the ache in your jaw. But you genuinely wanted to do this for him, even if it caused you some discomfort in the process.

You didn’t even warn Vernon before licking a stripe along the underside of his cock.

“Oh fucking hell.” he breathed, hand immediately shooting out behind him to grip onto the edge of your bed.

“Maybe you should sit down. Don’t want you passing out on me.” you teased, and red flooded his face once more.

“Shut up.” he muttered under his breath, but he took a seat on the end of your bed anyway.

You situated yourself back in front of him, “Now, sit back and relax, princess.”

“Y/N, I swear to God-”

He cut himself off with a choked moan as soon as your lips wrapped around his tip. You slowly took him in further, Vernon’s hands desperately fisting the sheets as he panted out above you.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

You kept going until you felt his cock reach the back of your throat.

“Oh my God, your mouth.”

You swallowed around him, and his head tipped back as he cried out. He really looked stunning from this angle. His eyes were fluttering as his chest heaved up and down, and the veins in his neck strained beautifully against his skin.

The obscene noise of you bobbing your head up and down his length filled up the space of your bedroom. Your hands dug into his thighs as you started going faster. You felt the weight of Vernon’s hand on your head, and barely had time to process before he was shoving you all the way down his cock and making you choke around him. He released you just as quickly, “Fuck, sorry! You just feel so fucking good. I got carried away for a second.”

Your only response was to reach for his hand and place it back atop your head. If he wanted to take control, then that was exactly what you wanted him to do. You honestly found it so fucking hot when he did.

Your throat constricted around him yet again, and his hips jerked against your mouth. His fingers were tangling into your hair a moment later and pulling hard at the strands as he pushed his cock down your throat again. You moaned with him still in your mouth, and the vibration had his nails scraping against your scalp as he groaned sweetly above you. He started fucking your mouth at his own pace, using his hold on your head to keep you still.

“Just like that, princess. Shit.”

Tears were starting to build in your eyes as you spluttered and choked on him again and again. But the gorgeous whines and whimpers leaving his mouth made it all so fucking worth it.

“Fuck. Can I come in your mouth, princess? You’re getting me so close.”

You gave a small nod of your head, and felt the tears start to slide down your cheeks. Vernon’s thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm as his cries grew louder.

“Shit, you feel…so good. I’m not…gonna last.”

Your head had just started to feel a little hazy, when you felt him jerk inside your mouth before shooting his release down your throat. You made sure to swallow it all before pulling off him to get some much needed oxygen back into your lungs.

“Holy fucking shit.” Vernon rasped out, “Well, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You beamed proudly at him from your spot on the floor, still trying to catch your breath.

“So…I would say our friendship is sufficiently ruined.” he added, chuckling slightly.

“Oh yeah, absolutely. Wanna go get some dumplings?” you proposed as you carefully got to your feet.

Vernon just stared at you for several seconds.

“What? I’m fucking starving.”

More staring.

“You’re gonna chase me around the house again aren’t you?”

“I’ll give you a real head start this time.” Vernon finally spoke up.

“Oh wow, that’s really considerate of you.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know.”

Despite his “threat”, you had a feeling neither of you would be leaving your room for quite some time. There was plenty more friendship ruining to do, and something told you this was just the beginning of a much bigger domino effect.

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