— In middle school, you met a boy –your best friend you will have– that now you graduate highschool with. Little do you know that maybe those interactions with him made him start a plan before a graduation.
| tags/TWs: female reader, wlm, fluff, high school crush, middle school friends, anxiety, self insert, no use of y/n, relationship, teenagehood≈adulthood, jacob in love, high school, party, getting ready, overthinking, soft interactions, slow dancing, kisses, assuring, love confession
≡ ! | a/n : «— Hello! My second oneshot... Im writing a new request soon but this idea came up to me RANDOMLY and couldn't get finished for a while now so... It should be good. Anyways, Enjoy!»
Have you thought about what would disquietude be as a person? Jacob. Yeah, that boy that's best friend since middle school or something. The boy that, even if quiet around other people but loud enough for you, let you meet his other friends and widden the social circle of yours even for just a tiny bit.
The meet up was very random. You once heard something thump againthe window and as you looked to check what it was after the class ended, it was a bird – little guy who would probably be atleast 3 months old. Not knowing what even motivated you into sneaking that bird into your pocket and hiding in the library, you got into the corner of the room.
Just turning around a massive bookshelf with spare school textbooks, your heart almost leapt out of your own chest. A boy with messy and curly brown hair, watching a youtube video, slumped down on the floor near the wall, earbuds in ears.
Your heart almost leapt out of your chest, fumbling on your own feet and falling on the floor with a thud. Chick in your backpack squealed in fear, its calls muted by the fabric ever so slightly.
Finally, the boy, noticing your presence, ripped one of his earbuds out, looking arohnd and landing his eyss on you — laying face down, cursing to yourself and with a small birdie peaking out from your backpack. "Bro, you okay?" He asked, while pausing whatever was playing on his phone and kneeling next to you.
You muttered something, looking at him now. The boys eyebrows were furrowed together, listening to your pathetic story about saving the small bird. As you two talked, you got to know each other, shared names and interests.. As much as you two were very different, the shared interest was gaming, particularly Nintendo games.
Since middle school, friendship between you and him grew as the memories you shared with him. Its like life itself destened you two with each other even if it was accidental.
Graduation. High school graduation. You waited for this moment almost your whole life. After all the hard work, tears and wrecked up nerves you got from studying... All the drama and toxic people can be left behind for good today.
You with your parents went shopping for an appropriate dress you and parents' budget liked. Not only for a dress but a haircut, accessories and all the goodies — generous you'd say!
Bestfriend now of yours, Jacob, updated you too with his preparation for the graduation. You both were pretty excited but not about the fact about adulthood starting. Everyone were still teenagers who want freedom for once!
As excited as you were the day before, you went to sleep in excitement. A good sleep you thought you never had in your damn life.
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Jacob returned to his home, walking back to his room to kill time before bed. He planned on playing with his friends, which he started by getting himself some snacks and turning oh his PC setup. The said graduation outfit hung on a wall, everything fresh and in good condition.
The day that he will confess something.. to you. And he needs help (so he wouldn't be too scared to do it).
Slightly tired but determined, he opened Discord tab on his computer, calling a shared groupchat he had with his boy friends. Ethan joined, then Max and Eddie.
"Yo" Max said "Like usual, J.P.? Why the 'emergency'?"
"Yeah, We were all wondering.." Eddie added on puzzled.
"Okay so... uhm.." Jacob started, trying to find the words he usually had. "I want.. to confess.. to them." He resumed, dragging his sweaty palms over his face. Silence.
"I knew you had something for them!" Ethan joined in with happiness in his voice.
So, with that lifted from his heart, he explained everything. And his plan. Basically what his friends needed to do — just watch or hint what to do when he would be alone with you. Basicaly everyone agreed on helping the poor fella out — who wouldn't?!
Gang played for a while before everyone scrambled to finish up their graduation stuff and the time ticked to midnight.
The PC turned off, hum now silencing into room of his. Slumping on the bed, he stared at the ceiling, looked at the outfit he will be wearing tomorrow and finally you – reaction, appearance, emotions and scent, joke you would crack.
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You got to school. Lessons were canceled just for rhe graduation as everyone got things to prepare — halls, classrooms, grand room where everything will happen.
Entering the school, you went to the grand hall. Heels of your shoes clicked beneath you on freshly mopped tiles. Those two-faced bitches or freaks walked past — gladly you won't meet them after graduation. You just wanted to meet up eith some of your friends, dance all day and head home with weight off your soul.
Jacob was standing near those heavy double doors, scrolling through his phone. He wore a white button up, black tie and vest on top, some tailored dark pants, boots and a leather jacket. He couldn't forget some of his accessories of course — a simple ring and necklace.
He was sweating bullets there all alone. He couldn't belive that this day would be the day he would have his heart broken or how he wanted it to be — for you and him together.
Loud clicks of heels brought his attention back. He put his phone in the jacket pocket, looking around. Realizing it was you who caught the loud presence, he straightened up and checked himself out like a nervous kid, clasping his hands together.
"Heyy!" Jacob greeted, walking up to you. Damn you looked beautiful, better than he expected. He probably looks a lot more uglier if he compaired you and himself.
"Hii! I see that you prepared to the fullest?" You snickered, smiling uncontrollably at the sight of your best friend. He indeed looked good, not like his usual every day outfits – in a good way of course. His messy hair was gently brushed and layered beautifully, colonge he wore was sweet too.
Two talked for a long while, Jacob's friends came along after, looking as beautiful as he was. You could notice that he was pretty nervous unlike usual — maybe the graduation, fears of future and whatever. Reasuring him the whole day would do something, right?
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"Attention students. Will all students please proceed to the Grand Hall. Ushers will be standing by for more information. The graduation party will begin as soon as all guests are inside. Thank you." The intercom crackled out. Most of the students started heading in.
Your group of five were loud as heck, and by that meaning cracking jokes, laughing like hyenas and disturbing the peace of halls. Everyone got quiet by the doors, waiting to squeeze in between the doors to enter the grand hall.
"I want to leave already." Eddie joked ahead of you. "No bro, we stay here till the end!" Ethan reminded and complained at the same time, glancing over the should to look at you before turning back. Wierd but.. alright.
Jacob walked next to you, Max on other side. He fidgeted with his sleeve. Oh how he didn't panic and run off yet was a mystery to him.
The important activites finished. Principal, who was a header of graduation activities, asked everyone to get on the dance floor. Dancing would be pretty easy – slow music, old school waltz and whatever.
"C'mon, let's go Jacob!" You said with a smile on your face, grabbing his arm and pulling to the centre of the room.
Your friend seemed more confident and like ususal him now, returning your smile. "Bro why the rushing? Let me live!" He joked but followed you reluctantly. Soon, he will tell. And by soon he meant right now, when you two will be dancing.
Max was somewhere near two of you with other dancing partner he was arranged to dance with, as well as Eddie. Ethan was somewhere near a drinks table probably.
You stood in your position, facing Jacob. He looked so pretty under the dim light of grand hall. You smiled to him, trying to reasure him as he was tense and you could see that.
To him, you were stunning. Accessories, hair, clothes.. The light playing with it all. How you were just here, with him. He smiled back, hand on your waist patting gently.
The music started. Everyone started dancing as well as you and him. You were lost in thr moment of it all, having pure and unhidden fun. Your energy seemed to share to your friend, silently making comments about what's happening around. Someone almost tripping, the choice of clothes, random sounds. Your head rested on his shoulder most of the time.
Max looked at Jacob and you the whole time, trying not to make it obvious as he was pretty worried about what might happen if anything. He knew you, knew you wouldn't do his best friend dirty but still.
"Hey" Jacob called you out, turning your attention to him. "Yeah?" You murmured out casually.
"So uh.. remember how we met up? Like in the library and stuff and then vecame best friends like this?" He asked, looking in your eyes. "Mhm?"
"You are a good friend and such but.. I think I feel something bigger to you. Not like a buddy s-sorta way."
You listened, heart slowing down after every beat. No way you were expecting this. Returning the eye contact with him, he continued talking.
Eddie and Ethan were now trying to listen to what was happening. They both looked at this all unfold. The two searched each other in the crowd, trying to mouth and gesture what they are seeing to each other.
"Uhhm.. I love you. Just thought you should know it now. So.." Jacob finally said, straight like a line, biting the inside of his cheek, trying not to avoide looking at you. He tries playing it cool but its hard.
You were stunned. No, scrath that, you couldn't belive that your best friend loved you for god knows how long and you didn't take a hint?!
"Jacob, I.." You couldn't find the words. Max, Eddie and Ethan were puzzled, expressions changing. Its either return or claim.
"You are cute too actually. I like you too in a way.." You looked away, smiling to yourself before looking back to him. Your hand on his shoulder slightly got closer to his neck to cup his cheek. Leaning in closer, you slightly pulled him closer to you, still giving him an option to flee away.
His hands now both rested on your waist, pulling just slightly to him. Jacob leaned in closer, brushing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. Soft and gentle offer to sink in. You returned the action, cupping both of his cheeks now.
His friends around silently celebrated, throwing punches in the air or screaming in mute. Max grinned ear to year, as his friend looked around the crowd to find him and in return get a thumbs up. Jacob smiled in the kiss, closing his eyes like you did.
He now wondered why he stressed so much before when he knew you too much. He will talk about this moment until he dies and he knows it.
We don’t need to be fearless. We need just a few of good people to remind us that we can do it either way.
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≡ ! | a/n : «– alex when it comes to writing another oneshot with shitty ass writing and rushed scenario: i just hit da jackpott 🥹🥹🥹🥹🤑🤑🤑»
╰┈⪼ in which ben kindel falls for reader who runs the pens social media and he loves showing off for her camera
𖥻 ben kindel x fem!reader ౨ৎ mlist
𖥻 fluff
𖥻 wc 1.2k
getting hired by the pittsburgh penguins was a dream come true. they needed a new social media manager and they were impressed with your work. the higher ups seen your mini-vlogs and content filmed at the games you went to and they fell in love with it. a few emails and phone calls later you were filming content with the players and filming their games.
you weren’t the only new face around PPG, the penguins had just drafted rookie ben kindel. the videos and content of the draft were of course filmed by you. ben had met you briefly draft day, but it wasn’t until weeks later he actually met you. he was gliding across the ice pass the puck to other players when he heard the team greet you.
“hi tiny mic,” geno greeted skating up to the boards. ben watched the guys skate over to talk to you. he knew every team had media, but not every team had you. the rookie could barely keep his eyes off you. “hey kindy come meet y/n,” sid calls out. ben skated over to them and slid to a stop by them. you greeted him with a warm smile. “hi, i’m y/n media girl..we met briefly at the draft but not officially,” you stuck your hand out. ben smiled back shaking your hand, “ nice to meet you, i’m ben but you probably already knew that,” the two of you share a laugh.
that’s where it started for ben, your smile. the next thing was your laugh, he was thankful just to hear your laugh. without realizing he quickly kept trying to keep your eyes and your camera on him. he craved your attention, he looked forward to your questions, your tiktoks, anything to do with you really. his highlight reel quickly grew it almost rivaled sid’s, that’s when the team started to notice.
geno was the first to notice. it happened after he scored a goal with an assist from ben. your camera followed ben before switching to geno. after the game geno approached ben. “why you show off for tiny mic?,” he was blunt and straight to the point. it caught ben off guard. “i wasn’t showing off, just trying to win,” he answered. geno eyed him not fully believing him but let it go at that. ben took off his gear, was he showing off? he did always know where you and your camera was.
the teasing started once the others picked up on it. rakell and karlsson never failed to tease him. “she isn’t here yet,” rakell skated pass ben when he noticed the rookie looking around your normal spots. “what are you talking about?” ben asked but he knew. “your little media crush, she isn’t here yet,” karlsson added skating up to them. ben frowned, “ i don’t have a crush on her,” his words died when he spotted you entering the arena. you waved at everyone, before setting up your camera.
ben smiled waving at you happily, rakell and karlsson laughed skating away. ben tried to ignore their laugher and teasing but its all he could think about during practice, did he actually have a crush on you? he was never good with feelings, only focused on hockey.
you set up to catch the guys coming off the ice after practice. grinning tiny mic in hand, you wait for them. you question the players on which player is better at golf. they provide several funny answers. letang skates up behind ben as he approaches you. “hi kindy, the viewers wanna know..who’s the best at golf?” ben seems to freeze, a freeze only his teammates know. the media freeze.
letang pats ben’s shoulder, leaning towards your tiny mic. “everyone is probably expecting us to say sid, but i’m gonna say myself,” you smile behind the camera laughing. “i got a few answers saying sid,” ben still froze just watched you talk thankful your camera shifted towards letang. he finally spoke, “i mean he’s the goat so yeah probably sid,” he answered walking down the tunnel to the locker room.
you turn your camera off and look towards letang. “is he okay today?,” letang belly laughs, “he’s far from it, we’re pretty sure he has a crush on,” he was cut off by malkin skating up. “tiny mic,” he greets. you smile at him softly. who did ben have a crush on? why did it make you feel funny? questions run through your head as a deep pit settles in your stomach. “oh,” geno laughs “tiny mic likes the rookie,” his lips pucker as he makes kissy sounds.
with a roll of your eyes you head down the tunnel. kindel avoided you before you could even talk to him.
his distance didn’t stop him from showing off for you. when he knew your camera or eyes were on him, he skated faster, checked harder, took more shots on goal. the team noticed, more importantly the captain noticed. ben had just scored, your camera following him from the moment he took off on a breakaway.
after the breakaway and goal your camera didn’t leave ben. thats when crosby knew he had to speak to him. the game ended with a win for the penguins. you were waiting in the locker room to record the celebration. “congratulations guys that was a phenomenal game,” you spoke turning your camera off. “was we good or was rookie good,?” geno asked, teasing, causing your cheeks to heat.
ben looked up at the sound of your voice, he noticed how shy you got at geno’s teasing. he couldn’t tell if his heart was racing due to the game or you. the teasing continued, “tiny mic only care about rookie,” his hand went over his chest in mock hurt. “i record everyone equally,” you tried to defend yourself.
“see normally i’m on your side,” crosby spoke. “but i cant help but notice the increased media attention of our rookie,” he grinned. you groaned knowing you’ve been caught. you really tried not to play favorites but you also couldn’t keep your attention away from ben. across the locker room ben was in shock. everyone knew you liked him but him? he thought his feelings were one sided. your eyes caught ben’s and he looked shocked. your heart ached, “well thank you for ratting me out guys, now if you’ll excuse me,” your feet carried you out quickly.
ben’s feet carried him faster than his mind could comprehend he was following you. the hoots and hollers of his teammates fell on deaf ears as he left the locker room. “y/n,” his voice stopped you. slowly you turned to face him. “if you’re here to reject me its okay, i get it..i’ll record you less if its making you uncomfortable,” the words were falling from your mouth. all ben could do was laugh softly but cutting your words off with a kiss.
the two of you pulled away, you looked up at him with wide eyes. “i like you, like a lot,” he said. you kissed him again, “i like you too rookie,” ben grinned at you leaning down to kiss you again.
“great now tiny mic never film us again,” geno spoke revealing the team’s presence. the team started laughing at their rookie’s red cheeks, you hiding your face in his chest.
hiiii my loves! thank you for reading my first fic ever <<33 i really appreciate it this may or not be the greatest but as always lay it on me with anything..! anyway enjoy kinda angst but fluffy mostly fic!
X FEMALE!READER
DISCLAIMER: mature content (swearing, connotations to sex), heavy use of pet names
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WILL SMITH was essentially the best boyfriend ever, or at least in his girlfriend's opinion. The so sweet boy was of course proven to be even better than you could ever imagine. 'What if' flowers, the loveliest texts and he was maybe just a bit obsessed with her (not that she was complaining at all).
So, to say it was a shock when the boy suddenly started pulling away was a major understatement. She blamed it on anything she could, oh maybe he's just busy! or the seasons ending he's probably just stressed! but even her own gaslighting was proving to be quite useless. She didn't know what to think anymore, confiding to her friends only did so much until they got tired of her talking about it and she was sick of complaining. And it wasn't like she was needy; she only wanted to spend time with him.
It was their anniversary night when Will would blow her off, a small text about how tired he is, and he's dipped out of their plans for dinner and to be quite frank Y/N was more than irritated, in fact she was quite angry. She had quite enough of his treatment, as if she was some sort of afterthought. Y/N had spent all evening trying to make herself as beautiful as possible (as if she wasn't already drop-dead gorgeous), but here she was. Using all her nice makeup, she would save for special occasions to conceal her insecurity. Hair done to the perfect T, big bouncy curls to hide her vulnerability. And the most perfect dress she could find in her mess of a closet all to catch his attention. She couldn't help but find herself embarrassing and extremely pathetic.
So, with a huff she grabbed her keys and slipped on her slides that most definitely didn't go with her get up. The car ride to his apartment was quite tense, steaming with suppressed rage and her insecurity in her relationship. Spending most of the ride in silence, the only filler the noisy streets of San Jose, lip caught between her teeth and aimlessly staring off into the road. When she had finally arrived at his apartment complex, her mind smothering her in her own vulnerable thoughts before she had enough and just pulled out the car keys, cutting off the engine.
"This is bullshit." Her voice grated against the cold air of San Jose, shutting her door, clicking the lock button on her keys, and with a heavy huff she made her way up to where she knew he was. The rap of her knuckles against his door echoed throughout the hallway, his neighbor innocently glancing at her in which Y/N brushed off with a tight smile.
"Hey- Y/N?" and there he was, all soft luscious blonde hair and affectionate blue eyes that she could get lost in- but no, she was headstrong. His face twisted up in all sorts of confusion, brows furrowed as he looks over her stature. "What are you doing here?" Will asked, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, his tongue poking his cheek like he was guilty which only had Y/N's eyes narrowing at him.
"We need to talk." Strong and curt, she had to say she was doing quite well despite the fact her knees went weak at the sight of her boyfriend- but other than that quite well. Face expression stoic and doing rather well at holding back the anger boiling under her skin. Which only made Will's face drop even further, he swallowed heavily, feet shuffling to move out of her way, his hand swiping through his hair anxiously as he closed the door.
"You look nice."
"I know."
"Right." he clicked his tongue, shaking his head at his own stupidity at her clear irritation "I'm sorry for not making it tonight." Will replied, his voice consoling and sorrowful, "baby." almost pleading as she led him to the kitchen, not a glance back at him. Will glancing to his bedroom door nervously, like he was hiding something from her.
Y/N scoffed as she followed his gaze, "What is it?" at first her voice started out strong and angry. "Huh? All I've done recently was try to figure out what it is that is making you act this way! I've been so, so patient-" Then her voice broke into vulnerable, soft and broken like she could cry any second, her stance with her hands on the counter melting into something a little smaller. "And all you've done is blow me off and treat me like an afterthought. I know that you're busy and have a lot going on but it's our anniversary." she ran her hands through her perfect hair that had fallen into softer ringlets, with a heavy sigh she dropped her face in her hands. "I just don't understand how you could treat me like this." she finished, eyes glancing up to meet his blue orbs.
Will was standing there, listening intently to every word she had said. His brows furrowed once again, but this time not with confusion but with frustration. His hands fell by his sides like he didn't know to do with them, he scrubbed his hand down his scruffy jaw. "I- I don't ever want to make you feel that way, babe." He shook his hand, crossing the few feet between them so they could be face to face. "And I promise Y/N, I did not forget out anniversary." He insisted, gesturing to the plate of her favorite treats on the counter. "I just- I haven't been trying to ignore you." His blue eyes full of apologies and pleas.
"Then why have you been? If you didn't forget and you haven't been ignoring me. Then what have you been doing, Will?" Her eyes swirled with distrust and confusion. His words making zero sense to her, the want to believe him and fix it all and her pride and gut telling her different things. "I did all of this tonight only for you to cancel."
"I understand that, baby. I've just been so busy, and I know that's not a valid reason, I just- I didn't want to push you away and make you feel like- i guess the way you feel now... Can I make it up to you?" he corners the island, watching her as he backs up slowly into the hallway, "I'll be right back. Stay there." Then he disappeared into the hallway, leaving Y/N to huff and let her anxieties stew in her stomach and when he came back, he was holding a gift bag and an emphatic expression. "Practice ran late and I didn't want to half ass our plans, so I was planning on surprising you tomorrow and take you out." he explained, his words honest and truthful but with an ounce of appeal behind his tone. "Open it...please?" he gently pushed the bag toward the girl. The girl's composure still unsure but slowly opening up as she reached for the bag. "Maybe then you'll forgive me." He added softly.
Through the tissue paper was a messy and heavy book and a small jewelry box. Y/N looking up from the gifts to her boyfriend who held a small nervous smile that convinced her to keep going. The book was a scrapbook with pictures of the two happy and smiling plastered onto each page with sweet words and a letter taped along with each print. A smile couldn't help but grow on her lips at the gesture, "Will, this is so cute." she melted, she was soft after all.
He let out a relieved breath, a true smile sprouting to his face, eyes glistening with adoration. "Open the box." Will added, his hand reaching out to bring the box closer to her, her eyes still glued to the scrapbook. At his insistence, she gave him a curious glance to which he just shrugged as she grabbed the pesky thing. Her hands gently unboxing the gift with so much care, she could tell it was expensive the moment she opened it. Dainty chain with two charms one of '2' and another one 'W'.
Y/N eyes literally glittered with joy at the necklace that she almost forgot she was mad at him- almost. Her eyes narrowed at him "Are you trying to buy my forgiveness?" her voice as serious as she could make it when she saw his shit eating grin.
Will laughed, running his hand through his hair "No... Is it working?" He teased back, his hands covering hers over the jewelry box, gentle hands picking it up. "Let me put it on you." His voice like a whisper, breathless and soft. Y/N turned around until her back faced her boyfriend, moving her hair all to one shoulder, his fingers fumbling with the clasp "Damn chain." her grumbled under his breath.
When the necklace was perfectly settled on her neck Y/N manuevered until they were face to face again. They spent a few moments just looking at each other, as sappy as it sounds. They were in love after all. Her fingers played with the charms, index tracing the letter and number with a smile, "I love it.".
"Yeah?"
And let's just say the rest of the night was history.
after seeing mack behind that camera, ima need a fic where he asks to record him and readers freakyyyyy time (he definitely saves it for later)
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he’s fidgeting with his phone, turning it over and over in his palms, the screen lighting up his blotchy cheeks in shifting blues and whites while he sits on the edge of your bed, knees pressed together. you’re already half-undressed, bra unhooked, waiting for him to join you, but he keeps staring at the device like it might bite him, throat working in a nervous swallow. “what’s wrong, macky?” you ask, stretching out on your side, and he jumps, green eyes flashing up to yours, wide and desperate. “i— um—” he stammers, voice small, fingers clenching around the phone case. “i had an idea. but it’s dumb. it’s really dumb. forget it.”
he ducks his head, rosacea blooming violent pink across his cheekbones, and you crawl closer, hooking your chin over his shoulder, peering at the blank screen. “tell me,” you murmur, breath ghosting his ear, and he shudders, melting into your warmth even as his hands shake.
“i want to record us,” he blurts, the words tumbling out in a rush, high and breathy. “just— just the audio? or— or video, maybe? i don’t know, i just— when i’m on the road, i miss you so much, and i thought if i could see you, hear you, when i’m alone in those stupid hotel rooms—” he cuts off with a whimper, mortified, pressing his free hand to his face. “that’s so creepy, isn’t it? i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have—”
you pluck the phone from his grip before he can spiral, swiping to the camera with deliberate calm, and his head snaps up, eyes huge. “you want to watch this later?” you ask, voice dripping with amusement, and he nods frantically, lower lip trembling. “please,” he whines, reaching for you, fingers clutching at your waist. “i want to see how you look when i’m inside you. want to hear the noises you make when i’m not there, so i can—”
he breaks off, gasping, because you’ve switched to video mode and the red dot is already blinking, aimed at his flushed face. “so you can what, baby?” you tease, settling back against the pillows, phone propped on the nightstand at an angle that captures the bed. “so you can touch yourself? watch me getting fucked while you jerk off in some lonely hotel bed?”
macklin moans, high and broken, hands flying to cover his crotch where his shorts are already tented, straining. “yes,” he admits, voice barely a whisper, peeking at the camera through his fingers. “i want to save it. want to keep you.” the confession is so raw, so pathetically honest, that you feel heat pool low in your belly, and you crook a finger at him. “come here then,” you say. “give me something worth watching.”
he scrambles across the mattress, nearly tripping over his own limbs in his haste to get to you, and the moment he’s in reach, you grab his jaw, turning his face toward the lens. “look at the camera,” you command softly. “let yourself see how desperate you look right now.” his breath hitches, eyes watering as he obeys, staring at the little black dot that’s capturing every tremor of his lips, every splotch of red on his cheeks. “i look stupid,” he whimpers, but he doesn’t look away, hypnotized by the reflection of his own need.
“you look adorable,” you correct, dragging his hand to your breast, guiding him to squeeze. “which you are. aren’t you?” he nods, tears actually pricking his eyes now, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of your skin under his palm and the knowledge that this moment is being preserved, that he’ll be able to relive your voice, your body, his own pathetic whining whenever he wants. “i'm so obsessed with you,” he gasps, leaning down to mouth at your neck, sloppy and eager. “please, please, can we— can you—” he’s already rutting against your thigh, shorts still on, cock leaking a dark spot through the fabric, and you laugh, light and cruel in the sweetest way, pushing him onto his back so you can straddle him, positioning yourself directly in the camera’s line of sight.
you peel his shorts down, letting his cock spring free, flushed and throbbing against his stomach, and macklin’s hips buck upward, a strangled “ahh!” echoing in the quiet room, picked up perfectly by the microphone.
“be loud for me,” you tell him, sinking down onto him in one slow, torturous movement. “i want the audio to be crystal clear when you’re listening to this later, whimpering like a dumb little puppy.” he sobs, actually sobs, hands gripping your thighs with white-knuckled intensity as you settle fully onto his length.
“i will,” he promises, voice cracking. “i’ll be so loud, i’ll— i’ll watch this every night, i’ll—” he can’t finish, because you start to move, rolling your hips in deep, grinding circles, and his head falls back against the pillow, exposing the long column of his throat, adam’s apple bobbing with every swallowed moan. “look at the camera,” you remind him, and he forces his head up, tears tracking down his temples into his hair, mouth open and gasping, utterly wrecked.
“please,” he whines, staring into the lens with glassy eyes, addressing the future version of himself who will watch this, the lonely boy in a sterile hotel room. “please, baby, please let me cum, i need it so bad, i’m so close already—” his voice pitches higher as you clench around him, milking him with deliberate pulses.
“you’re gonna cum so fast,” you taunt, grinding down hard. “gonna blow your load in minutes because you can’t handle being recorded, can you? too much stimulation for that dumb little brain.”
he nods frantically, drool actually slipping from the corner of his mouth as he loses control, hips jerking upward in erratic thrusts. “can’t handle it,” he agrees, babbling. “too much, you’re too much, i’m gonna— i’m gonna—” he cries out, a high, broken wail that fills the room, and you feel him swell, feel the hot flood of him releasing inside you, his whole body convulsing, toes curling, fingers digging bruises into your skin.
“ahh! ahh! oh god, oh god,” he chants, tears streaming freely now, not from sadness but from sheer overwhelmed sensation, from the knowledge that this moment—his face twisted in orgasmic agony, your name falling from his lips like a prayer—is now his to keep forever.
you ride him through it, merciless, until he’s whimpering, oversensitive, trying to squirm away but too weak to push you off. “shh,” you soothe, finally stilling, leaning down to kiss the tears from his cheeks. “you did so good for the camera, macky.”
he shudders, nuzzling into your palm, eyes fluttering shut. “did you get it?” he asks, voice hoarse, small. “did you record all of it?” you reach over, stopping the recording with a tap, and show him the saved file, the thumbnail a freeze-frame of his face mid-moan, mouth open, eyes rolled back. he stares at it, transfixed, cock actually twitching inside you again at the sight.
“i’m gonna watch this every night,” he confesses, breathless with renewed desire. “i’m gonna save it in a special folder. i’m gonna—” he breaks off, embarrassed but unable to stop, “i’m gonna touch myself to it until i can’t move, until i cry because i miss you so much.”
you smile, stroking his hair, and kiss his forehead. “i know you will, baby,” you murmur. “that’s why i let you record it.”
later, weeks later, when he’s three states away on another roadie, you get a text at two in the morning—a screenshot of his camera roll, that same thumbnail staring back at you, followed by three voice messages that are just muffled, desperate whimpers and the wet sound of his hand moving fast, and then a final text, shaky and misspelled: i’m watching it right now. i’m crying. i love you so much. i'm so excited to come home.
omg I loved the fic of fraser doing his curls. imagine his gf having super curly hair and doing his curls 😭❤️ going to the beauty supply store and using the diffuser etccc he would be so cute
new routines
pairing: fraser minten x curly haired!reader
summary: teaching him new routines for his hair
warnings: fluff
wc: 1.6k
the moment starts off small, usually something that would pass without much thought. you're sitting together, close enough for your shoulders to brush against fraser's every now and then, and your attention on something else as your fingers absentmindedly play with the ends of one of your curls.
there's a quiet curiosity in fraser as he watches you fiddle with your hair. he reaches out and tugs lightly at one of your curls, watching it spring back into place immediately.
"how do you do that?" he asks.
"do what?"
"your hair, it's like a spring...it stays curled."
"i technically don't do anything," you say, swatting his hand away lightly. "it just...does that, i guess."
he narrows his eyes at your hair. "mine doesn't do that," as if your hair personally offended him.
"well that's because you treat your hair like it's straight," you point out. "you usually just dry if off with a towel, and call it a day, hoping for the best."
there's a pause where he actually considers and rethinks his routine -- or lack thereof -- before he nods.
"okay, yeah...that's exactly what i do."
a beat of silence passes before fraser brings up hair routines with you again.
"can you fix it?"
you blink, not expecting this to be brought up again. "wait what?"
"my hair," he says, already searching for his keys, as if the decision has already been made somewhere in his mind. "i want to get this right...so can you fix it?"
you laugh, but he's basically already made his way to the door, glancing back at you with an effortless confidence that pulls you along with him.
"come on," he adds. "we can get whatever you use."
when getting to the beauty supply store, fraser walks in like he already belongs in the place. he's committed himself into a new hair routine, even if he has no idea what he's getting himself into.
he walks through every aisle, taking in the shelves stacked with all sorts of different products, tools, and labels on everything that he doesn't recognise the name of. it's definitely something he's not used to seeing, and it shows in the way his brows furrow slightly together when taking a look at everything.
"there's...a lot going on here," he says.
"well that's what it looks like at first," already scanning the shelves for your usual products.
"i thought it'd just be like...shampoo and conditioner, and that's it."
you chuckle under your breath. "not even close. there is a lot more to this than just shampoo and conditioner."
there's something quietly endearing about the way he sticks close to you after that conversation. the basket he holds in his hand, filling up with items you use, and fully trusting you to lead the way. every time you pick something up, he takes it without a second question, dropping it into the basket like each item matters solely because you said it does.
"okay," you say, counting off the items as you go. "some new shampoo and conditioner, a leave-in conditioner, mousse, gel-"
"gel?" he interrupts, glancing over at you. "are you sure?"
"trust the process," you reply back. "some oil to break the cast, and..." you pause, grabbing a diffuser attachment "this."
he holds it up, turning the box around in his hands, and looking at the pictures on it, clearly skeptical about it but trying not to show it.
"this looks like it belongs on a spaceship."
"it's a diffuser; it'll help with drying your hair gently."
he studies it for another second, then nods, dropping it into the basket along with everything else.
when you reach your place again, the bathroom becomes your space, slowly filling the room with the quiet sounds of running water, and the soft clatter of bottles being set out on the counter. fraser lingers close watching everything you do with a focus that feels almost out of place for something like this.
"so...walk me through it," he says, leaning against the counter. "start to finish."
"you're about to experience it firsthand," you reply, turning the shower on. "here, get your head under the water."
without hesitation, he just listens to you and follows your lead without pushing back, even when he's put in unfamiliar situations. under the spray of the shower, you guide him through the first few steps -- properly working the shampoo into his scalp, taking his time instead of rushing, and letting the process matter.
by the time he finishes, there's a noticeable difference -- not just in his hair, but the way he carries himself now, like he's starting to understand that this isn't just random steps, but is care and intention put into actions.
"okay," he admits, grabbing a towel you hand him. "this already feels different."
"good," you say. "now don't rub the towel into your hair."
"i always rub it, though."
"i know...which is why you need to stop doing that."
he huffs out a quiet laugh but listens, adjusting his technique and scrunching instead of roughing it up like he normally does. it's something small, but it matters -- and he treats it like it does.
after he finishes scrunching his hair with the towel, you step in, closing the space between you. you rake your hands through his damp curls, brushing the leave-in conditioner, fingers working gently but thoroughly.
"alright," you say. "that was the leave-in first."
there's a subtle shift in fraser's demeanor -- the way he's stilled, and the way his breathing has now evened out, like he's settling into something that he didn't expect to enjoy this much.
"then the mousse," you continue, layering it in. "this'll help define everything."
"you make all of this sound so easy," he murmurs, tilting his head up slightly to get a better look at you, and placing his hands by your waist.
"i wouldn't say it's easy," you reiterate. "it's just routine that you end up getting used to.:
"feels easy when you do it."
for a second, your hands slow, just barely, taking a small moment to let his words settle. then you keep going, scrunching his curls, and coaxing them into shape.
"now the gel," you add, reaching for the next product. "this'll really lock everything in."
"you're really committed to this whole gel thing."
"you'll see the wonders of it just shortly."
you rake it through carefully, then scrunch his hair again, more deliberately this time. his curls start to form and hold its shape properly now -- real definition and structure -- and you catch the moment he notices it himself in the mirror, even if he doesn't say anything about it right away.
"woah-"
"wait- don't touch it," you warn immediately.
he drops his hand quickly with a quiet laugh. "oh...would touching it basically undo everything..."
"yeah basically."
there's something soft about the way he listens, and the way he lets you guide him through something so unfamiliar to him. it makes the whole moment feel quieter, and more intimate in a way.
when you pick up the diffuser, the mood shift slightly.
"that thing still looks intimidating," he says.
"it's literally just air," you reply, plugging it in.
"well...fast air..."
you lightly roll your eyes, switching the diffuser on as the low hum fills the room. "tilt your head a bit this way."
he does so, trusting you in a way that doesn't need to be said out loud. you start diffusing slowly, carefully taking sections of his hair, holding it in place, and letting the heat set the shape without disturbing it.
the rhythm of the routine becomes steady -- take a section of hair, hold it in place, release. move, adjust to the next section, and repeat.
"this might be my favourite part," he admits softly after a while.
"because you're not doing anything?" you ask.
"because you are," he says.
you don't respond to that, but it lingers anyway, settling somewhere warm and hard to ignore.
"you're so soft," you mutter.
"only for you," he replies easily.
by the time his hair is dry, the room feels warmer and quieter, as if the whole process slowed everything down around you. you switch the dryer off and reach for the last step, grabbing the hair oil and rubbing a small amount between your palms.
"okay," you say. "final step."
he watches closely now, even more invested than he was at the start.
"what's that for?"
"it'll break the cast," you explain. "the mousse and gel makes it a little stiff. this'll soften it."
you crunch gently, and fraser watches as everything settles -- his curls fall into place, soft and defined now, but still natural looking. he slowly looks at the mirror, knowing that it's going to look different now.
"that's..." he starts, then stops, shaking his head a little in disbelief. "that's actually insane. wow..."
he looks at you through the mirror, something quieter now replacing the initial surprise. "you did all that."
"we did all that," you correct.
"no," he says, standing now, closing the space between you without thinking twice. "you did."
the moment settles between you, softer than anything before it. then he reaches for your hand, like it's instinct.
"i guess i'm gonna need you every time i was my hair now," he adds, a small smile returning to his face.
your fingers curl around his. "or...you could just learn the routine!"
"i could," he agrees. "or..."
"or?" you prompt.
he shrugs slightly, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your knuckled. "or i can keep coming back to you."
there's something steady in the way he says it, something the feels less like a joke, and more like a quiet decision that's now been made. your heart stumbles a little.
"that sounds suspiciously like a plan," you say.
"well it is," he says softly, glancing once more at his reflection before looking back at you. "it's a really good one."
a/n: ehehehehe i loved this request it's just so cute
song on repeat: ooo baby baby - smokey robinson & the miracles
i hate , and i mean HATE when people, no matter the age, tell someone who has more experience than them, what to do. like, you just got here . and, i get it when you’re just trying to help and everything but you don’t need to correct me if im doing literally the right thing.
Hello! Can you write a chubby fem reader x Max/3fs? If so can you write smut at the end?
ᛝ︶ 3fs headcannons | Plushy girlfriend!
SAFE FOR WORK
ཐི✶ཋྀ — lets get one thing straight RIGHT NEOW. this guy does not absolutely care about your weight, he loves you no matter what!!!11!1!
ཐི✶ཋྀ — like he genuinely, and i MEAN genuinely does not care
ཐི✶ཋྀ — sure he worries a little sometimes, but only for your health and your own good! If you reassure him youre happy and not sick he will be at peace fore real.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — he has tried offering for you to tag along with him to the gym, but only because he wants to spend more time with you! He wants you in his schedule constantly
ཐི✶ཋྀ — max would be your number one hypeman, like you could do one push up and hes like "YEEEAAAH LOOK THATS MY AMAZING GIRLFRIEND!!!!" LMFAOOO
ཐི✶ཋྀ — "theres my gorgeous girl! cmon you got this!" "need to take a break? thats fine, listen to your body baby" "awh- youre tired? cmon sugar, ill pick you up" IM ON MY KNEEESSSWAWHFGH
ཐི✶ཋྀ — if the gym isint your cup of tea, thats fine! you can just sit and watch him doing his bench presses 👀👀 (he totally doesnt flex between breaks.. no. why would he..? ... cough..)
ཐི✶ཋྀ — when you two go clothes shopping, he will always be waiting patiently just outside the dressing room, sitting all proper and straight
ཐི✶ཋྀ — he isint sitting on his phone at all the entire time youre in the changing room. Your boyfriend genuinely is so invested in seeing your style and how absolutely breath taking you would look in literally anything. There is no such thing as bad clothing on you!
ཐི✶ཋྀ — when you come out all pretty, he will smile and stand up, making you do a little twirl which has him admiring you more!! we all collectively aww!!! He def takes candid pictures of you too!!!!
ཐི✶ཋྀ — every time you get a little insecure, even if just a little bit, he is quick to take notice and soothe your worries
ཐི✶ཋྀ — "baby... no, youre so perfect, i love you" "youre the most gorgeous girl ive ever seen in my life." "i dont want anyone else but you." 🥲🥲🥲🥲
ཐི✶ཋྀ — hed love on you all day and night if you feel even as just a bit iffy in your own body!!
ཐི✶ཋྀ — but if you ever just need him to be near and listen to you, he would gladly do that too
ཐི✶ཋྀ — in general 10/10 boyfriend material, never shames you or makes a joke about you!
NOT SAFE FOR WORK
ཐི✶ཋྀ — the idea of having something to grab onto (like your thighs) when you ride him or when he eats you out gets him so turned on. no cap. 100% real.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — when you do happen to go to the gym together, he is trying his damn hardest not to get an aching hard on when watching you. like oh my god my amazing, gorgeous, smart and funny girlfriend is lifting weights. oh im gonna cum. oh my god.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — when i said he would be loving on you all day and night if you felt insecure. I. MEAN. THAT.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — i cant lie. he loves your thighs. and tummy. and your arms. and you. and. ohmy god and.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — if youd lock his head in place when hes eating you out, dont be suprised when he starts getting extra vocal and sloppy AAAGH he would die a happy man between those. im so serious bro.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — hed grip your thighs gently and massage them when you get extra whiney, cooing into your cunt or ear (depending if he is munching on that box or fucking into you 😍😍)
ཐི✶ཋྀ — "y-yeah, good girl, youre taking me so well" "frick- you like that? yeah?" "so perfect, i love you so much... mh.." GASP HOYMGOD dude id fold immediately no joke
ཐི✶ཋྀ — when you wear something especially revealing when you two go clothes shopping, he has to adjust in his seat SO many times. biting his lip and trying to act all innocent as he fights the raging desire in him.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — in the end, i dont think he can really keep himself quiet for long.
ཐི✶ཋྀ — 10/10 gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets
a/n: hi sorry. oh my days this is so incredibly lazy im so soryr. ive never much been of a hard worker plus this depression is really fucking me up 🤕🤕 pls tell me if you want me to make this into a fic or something, i was hoping i could just do something quick to keep you guys fed, please dont kill me though AGH WAIT NO
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