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inthedoghousern · 4 months

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settle down

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: lando has always been a good friend of your brother, so you know he's off limits, but sometimes you just can't help yourself. guess you'll never learn. inspired by "settle down" by the 1975.

contains: 18+, cursing, alcohol/drinking/smoking, suggestive content (make outs!).

4.4k words

a/n: ok let me clarify: loosely inspired. this isn't reallyyyyy the 'storyline' of the 1975's settle down, but that's okay!

You're wearing your hair down and it slightly covers your face as you go to answer the knocking coming from your front door. When you open it, you're surprised to find your brother's best friend standing there.

"Oh, you're early, no?" You ask, puzzled, while pushing your hair behind your ears. You knew your brother was throwing a party tonight, but that was in a little bit, and your brother wasn't even home at the moment.

"He told me to come early to help set up. Whatever that means," he answers.

"Not sure if he knows that because he's not here," you tell him. Your brother is an idiot. "Well come in I guess." You shrug and move to the side, motioning Lando in.

You didn't really mind. Of course, you and Lando were friendly, considering he was so close with your brother. When you were younger you even hung out with the two of them a lot. As you got older, their racing and your school stuff just caused the friendship between you and Lando to be more casual. And it was fine. Sometimes schedules would work out and Lando, your brother, and you would cross paths. But for the most part, you just followed his life online like everyone else.

Though you had to be honest, back then, Lando didn't seem to have much of an effect on you, but now as he stands in front of you, you feel a lump forming in your throat. When did he get so good-looking?

You don't know what has come over you as the two of you enter the house. You feel like falling all over the place. You two make your way to the living room and sit on the couch. It's silent for a moment before Lando speaks up.

"Where even is he?"

"Pretty sure he's stocking up on drinks for tonight. I don't know why he wouldn't have waited to bring you, or just like, tell you to come later." You shake your head.

Lando laughs and shakes his head too and the silence returns.

Now you ask a question. “Hasn't been just us in a while, huh?”

“It's been a minute.” Lando chuckles along with you, the silence now slightly less awkward.

You lean back on the sofa. “So how are you? I haven’t seen you in forever,” you ask with a smile.

“I’m good, I’m good. Honestly, nothing too interesting going on.” He shifts on the couch.

The two of you sit in silence again, until Lando speaks up.

“You're staying for the party, right?”

“Yeah. Thought I’d stick around this time.”

Lando tilts his head to the side. “Is that so?”

Your stomach does a flip. You try to shake away the thoughts entering your mind. He’s your brother's best friend, you've known him for years, you need to relax.

“Mhm,” you hum in response.

Lando looks down for a moment and then over at you.

“When’s your brother getting back?”

“Not sure.” You open your phone and check his location. As you look away, Lando eyes wander to your neck, then your torso and legs, then your lips, all in the span of a few seconds as you sit on the couch next to him. He had spent countless hours with your family, sat and talked with you many many times. What a familiar face yours was to him. But today he couldn't help but notice something had changed between you. Was it all the time you had spent a part? Or maybe the fact that he's finally seeing you in person and not through a screen. Lando would never admit it, but lately he tended to linger on your social media posts longer than he should.

Lando meets your eyes again when you look up from your phone.

“Yeah, I have no idea, looks like he's still shopping. Do you want me to ask?”

Lando shrugs, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s alright, I was just asking.” He leans back again, stretching his arms over his head as he does.

You can’t help but look at the exposed skin of his stomach when his t-shirt rises. Your eyes glance down, but you look away as quickly and inconspicuously as possible.

But Lando does notice your brief glance down and back up again. If you could see his expression, you’d notice it’s a mixture of amusement, and something else. He doesn’t say anything though. Instead, he leans forward, speaking slightly softer.

“You know, I've missed seeing you.”

You can feel heat rising up the back of your neck. Still, you feel a smile tugging at the sides of your mouth and now the two of you are making eye contact. “Oh really?”

Lando can feel your breath on him. He lets out a small breath himself, letting out a shaky laugh. He looks you deeply in your eyes and brings his arm to the back of the sofa behind you.

Time seems to move extremely slowly. The atmosphere is charged, your eyes locked on to one another. Lando holds your gaze for a moment, waiting to see if you have anything more to say.

You lean towards him. He feels you press yourself against him. The two of you are so close together, you can feel Lando’s body heat rising, his muscles tightening.

He leans forward, brushing his lips against yours very softly.

You kiss him back. As you do so, Lando gently moves his hands to your waist and pulls you closer to him and you wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss continues and grows much more passionate. You feel Lando’s hands moving up and down your back, the two of you fully enveloped in one another.

Your position shifts, and now you’re sitting on his lap. Still connected in your kiss.

Lando’s mouth moves along your jaw, “Fuck Lando,” you breathe out as he kisses your jaw and neck. Your hands are buried in his hair.

Your words bring a small chuckle from him, and he smiles into your neck. He's finding himself so fixated on the girl with the soft sounds. Her hair all over the place.

You're also fixated on this boy. Lando Norris. The guy you've known your whole life. The guy who's best friends with your brother. The guy who was off limits. He isn’t supposed to be the guy to make you feel like this, and yet, here you are, on top of him.

Lando’s hands slide under your shirt as he continues to kiss you.

The feeling of Lando running his hands all over you and his suffocating kisses are almost enough to make you forget where you are. Who you are. Almost. The illusion breaks when you hear a sound from outside.

A car door shutting.

The two of you freeze. As one, you both turn your heads. The sound is followed by footsteps. Heavy footsteps.

It’s your brother.

“Fuck,” you laugh, panicking. You quickly slide off of Lando.

“Goddamnit.” Lando shakes his head with a smile and sits back.

You’re both a bit of a mess. You two are breathing heavily and you're flushed. Your hair disheveled. You’ve just barely finished fixing yourself when you heard your brother’s voice from the front door.

“I’m back.”

“Hey!” You clear your throat. “Lando’s here."

“Thought so, I saw his car in the driveway.” Your brother steps into the living room, a bag in his arm.

“What’s up man,” Lando gets up. “You got more stuff in the car?” He asks your brother.

“Yeah a few more boxes,” he responds.

“Alright let me help.” They walk back outside together and you lean back on the couch, looking up and covering your face with your hands.

You sit there for a moment, feeling a bit shaken. You feel a little dirty almost? But you can’t stop thinking about the way Lando kissed you.

You let your hands fall to your sides before the two of them walk back in. Your brother sits on the couch and Lando sits in a chair across from you. Just a few feet away. It’s like nothing happened. You know he can't be found with you.

Luckily, your brother is completely oblivious.

“People should start getting here in like an hour,” he comments.

You get up from the couch. “Alright, I’m gonna get ready then. See you guys later.”

You rush upstairs and shut the door. Your heart is pounding, and you’re still in disbelief. As you lie down on your bed, your mind races with everything that just happened.

You cannot let your brother find out.

He would probably kill you, or kill Lando.

No, he’d kill both of you.

You spend more time than you should getting ready, but you’re hoping to calm down a little. Eventually, you start to hear music from downstairs, and the bass shakes your floor. You also begin hearing the sound of voices and laughter as your brother greets people at the door.

You take a deep breath as you look at yourself one last time in the mirror. Now or never. Just avoid him.

You walk down the stairs and are immediately met with 'hellos' and 'heys' from different directions. You greet as you weave your way through the house, and finally, you get to the kitchen. You beeline to the fridge, getting a drink.

“Hello helloooo,” you hear from behind. When you turn around you're met with your best friend.

"Hey!" Her arrival is a breath of fresh air after feeling so out of sorts with Lando. She gives you a big smile and hugs you tightly.

“Thank god you’re here,” you say as you pull away from the hug. “Get a drink and then we need to talk. It’s important.”

Your best friend gives you a curious look, raising her eyebrow at you in surprise. She glances around for a moment and then back at you.

“What is it? Is something going on?” People are in and out of the kitchen around you two. The house is getting busier and busier. You look around quickly and then whisper in your friend’s ear, “It’s about Lando.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she whispers, a look of excitement in her eye and concern as well.

“Yeah, I know. Now get a drink and let’s get outside or something,” you laugh.

“Are you being serious? Did you fuck Lando?” She leans in closer as if she doesn’t believe what she’s hearing is real.

“Shush! Oh my god come on.” You pass her a drink and grab her hand, pulling her behind you.

Though, as you try to exit the kitchen people are also walking in, causing a bit of a standoff. And of course. It’s Lando and your brother.

“Hey what’s up!” your brother greets your best friend.

Out of you four, your brother is the only one who is out of the loop on the current... situation.

Lando directs a nod toward your friend but soon looks back at you. You're staring back.

“Hi nice to see you both I was just going out for a smoke talk to you later goodbye," your best friend quickly rambles to the two boys, and then you both push past out of the kitchen.

You can feel Lando's eyes on the back of your head as you go out the door.

You sit on the porch and she lights a cigarette, taking a drag, and then turning to you, “I can’t believe it. You’re not fucking with me right?” She says laughing.

You laugh and put your head in your hands. “I’m being so serious," you mutter but then look up again. "But we didn't sleep together. It was just a... heavy makeout...? That got interrupted."

She starts laughing and you laugh with her, the two of you in disbelief.

“Dude you can’t just hook up with Lando! Oh my god, your brother is going to freak out.” She says, still laughing.

“I know. He cannot find out.” You smile and take a sip of your drink.

Your best friend looks at you over her cigarette, “…well, I mean, was it good?”

"It wasn’t bad…” you trail off with a grin. Your best friend smirks as you speak, raising her eyebrow and laughing out loud.

“It wasn’t bad.” She repeats, and you can hear the amusement in her voice.

“You’re a mess.” She says, and the two of you burst out laughing as if it’s not a big deal at all. She's right, you are a mess. You're avoiding him and yet wondering if he's talking 'bout you too.

The two of you keep talking and drinking on the porch until your cans are empty. “Alright,” you say slapping your knees and standing up. “We should be social, and I need another drink.”

“You would be right," your best friend says immediately and gets to her feet. You’re relieved to have her with you, maybe she’ll help you keep your mind off of Lando and what just happened. And getting another drink wouldn’t hurt either.

“C’mon.” Your best friend pulls you away from the porch and the two of you reenter the party.

You're back in the house and the night resumes. You have fun for a bit, talking to your other friends, drinking, and doing some shots. You know Lando is here somewhere, but you don’t know where and you don’t really care. Don't want to care at least.

At one point, your best friend pulls you aside again, “I’m gonna have another smoke, you coming?” she asks.

“Yeah sure, I could use some air.” You two go outside again. It's gotten later and you're feeling the cold air prickle against your skin.

She lights her cigarette as someone else from the party comes out, and they light up too. The three of you talk for a while, but you're starting to feel too cold, and you're the only one not smoking.

“Hey, I’m going back in,” you tell her. She nods, “Cool, I’ll see you inside later, I’m gonna chill out here for a bit.”

You head back into the party, and once again it’s crowded: people are moving between rooms, there’s music blasting, and you can smell the liquor in the air.

You're pushing through bodies as you walk through the living room. You pass someone and the two of your arms collide hard. You go to mumble a 'sorry', but you stop yourself when you see who it is.

Lando. You both pause.

You feel the heat coming off of his body and your chilled skin from the night air touches against him. You're cold and he burns. You shiver, unsure if it's from the temperature outside or the man standing in front of you.

“Cold?” he asks leaning close so you can hear him over the music.

You laugh, “I was just outside. Won’t take long to warm back up in here though.”

He smiles slightly at you and nods, but the look in his eyes reveals he knows there’s more to it than that.

You can still feel the heat coming off of him, and you don’t know how to avoid it. You’re trying to block out the memories of what happened in this living room earlier, but it’s pretty obvious the tension between the two of you is still there.

“Wanna go get another drink?” he asks.

There’s a part of you that knows you should say no, but there’s also a certain adrenaline rush that courses through you in his presence. He doesn’t seem to care about the circumstances, and he’s actually making this interesting.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Let’s get a drink then,” he says, grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards the kitchen. You walk ahead as he follows with his hands on your shoulders. The sensation of him holding you makes your heart race, you feel like his touch could burn a hole right through you.

You get to the kitchen and Lando lets go of you, making his way to the fridge, grabbing you both drinks. You sit on the counter as Lando stands in front of you with his own drink.

You take some time to just look at him, your eyes locked on his, and he looks right back at you. There’s this air of tension between the two of you and despite neither of you outright acknowledging it; you both know.

“Having fun?” you ask him, taking a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” he teases you, taking one step forward so that he’s standing closer than he was before.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yes, I am,” you say looking down at him from your position on the counter.

“Good.”

It’s such a simple word, but the way he speaks it is almost provocative. Everything about him right now is like that.

You both sip from your drinks, and he’s so close to you that you feel like you could lean forward and kiss him without moving. The idea has you feeling a bit dizzy.

You don’t say anything and neither does he; everything between the two of you is so intense, so silent. You're losing your words. You two are speaking in bodies.

You break the eye contact and don’t say anything as you put your drink down and get off of the counter. You and Lando are nearly pressed together for a moment when you get down, but you move to the side and start leaving the kitchen.

Confusion is all over Lando’s face, he turns as you walk by.

“Where are you going?” He laughs as he starts to follow.

You start moving through the party to the stairs, and you don’t look behind you to see if he’s following. You know he is. As you get to the staircase you start climbing up and Lando's nearly on your heels with every step you take.

When you reach the second floor and it’s dark and quiet. You open the door to your room and walk inside, Lando is right behind you as you do so. You enter the room and hear Lando closing the door and clicking the lock. The party is downstairs, and up here it’s a different world.

You and Lando stand there for a moment, and the silence is deafening. You both know why the other came to this room and in the low light, he moves closer to you.

You can feel his hand wrap around your waist slightly and he pulls you towards him. Lando smiles softly as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and your body is pressed against his.

“You know…” he whispers to you, “I really would like to finish what we started earlier…”

“Or is the idea of your brother being downstairs too much?” he whispers softly, as his hands move to the small of your back, holding you gently and close to his body.

The air seems to be hot as you press yourself against Lando. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, the heat coming off of his body as he leaned his own against you.

“I love the guy but I really wish he wasn’t here. Or that anyone was here,” his voice almost a whisper, “but I guess that means we have to be really quiet…”.

You smile and shake your head, “I guess…” your eyes are flickering from his eyes to his lips. You shouldn’t want this, but you really do want this.

Lando smiles back, his hand trailing your back slowly. It’s a tease and you know it. His one hand starts to move up your back, making its way towards the back of your neck, and he brings his free one to the side of your face. Your arms are still wrapped around him. He traces his fingers along your cheek slowly, and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

Your bodies are close together and you can feel their heat against each other. The air is thick, and you know what needs to happen next.

You both lean towards each other and meet in the middle, finally tasting each other again. The kiss is filled with passion and you can feel his lips on yours, his tongue meeting your own.

Lando deepens the kiss and you're pushed back into the door. Pinned between his body and the wall. He doesn’t break the kiss and his hands slide down your body, moving down to your hips.

Lando starts kissing down your jaw and neck again. There is an ease about the way he moves now, he can take his time now that you're behind closed doors.

He makes his way down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind him. The feeling is electric as his hands rest on your hips still, his touch is soft and tender as he moves his lips back up and kisses you again on the lips.

The feeling of your hands in Lando's hair makes him grin against you. Your kiss becomes more passionate as you pull his hair, and you can feel touch of his hands beneath your shirt. Fingers against your skin. Your mind is hazy from the kiss and the alcohol but you let the feeling wash over you.

He tugs at the hem of your shirt and pulls it off of you.

You break the kiss finally and breathe in the heat of the room. With your shirt removed his hands trail the bare skin of your back and sides, and his lips trace your neck.

The heat is so intense it makes your body feel like it has a mind of its own.

You lightly push him off, towards the edge of the bed, with a laugh. He laughs with you and goes along with your push, sitting down. You see that he has a smirk on his face, and as you look him over he leans back on his hands and continues to watch you.

The air is tense with a build-up of tension, waiting for the next move.

You stand in front of him and grab both of his arms, lightly pulling them up above his head. Lando chuckles softly at the move, and with your help, he lifts his arms fully to keep them there.

You pull the shirt off of Lando slowly, revealing his bare chest. You can see his muscles twitch slightly from your touch.

When the shirt is tossed, Lando’s hands rest on your hips again, bringing you closer and pulling you down on top of him.

He's watching you with half-lidded eyes, a soft smile on his face, and his hands slide up your sides and your back. The feeling is intoxicating, you feel your breath coming quicker and quicker as Lando’s hands make their way up your body.

You kiss him again, hands grasping his shoulders. Your bodies are pressed together and the heat of the moment is too much to resist. You can feel Lando’s hands all over you, caressing your shoulders and neck, and playing with your hair.

He groans as you grind against him, and he lets one of his hands move to the small of your back to pull you closer to him. Lando wants more of you.

Then

Suddenly someone is trying the door handle and there's knocking. You and Lando quickly break away from the kiss. For crying out loud.

“For fucksa-“ Lando starts but you slap your hand against his mouth.

“Settle down,” you mouth at him.

“Hey, are you in there?” You recognize your best friend's voice from the other side of the door. You can feel Lando smiling into your hand. He shakes his head and leans into your shoulder.

You clear your throat, “Yeah I’m in here!” you answer. You hear Lando chuckle softly but he keeps quiet as he is pressed against your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” your friend asks from the other side of the door, “I’ve been looking downstairs for yo-”

“Yeah I’m alright” You interrupt.

“Okay, well….” you hear your friend hesitate for a moment, “...wait. Shut the fuck up.” You hear her familiar laugh.

“Do you have Lando in there with you?” she asks, her voice sounding louder, she must be closer to the door now.

This question makes Lando laugh out loud. You hit his chest. He was the one who was saying we had to be 'so quiet' and now he just confirmed his presence.

You can hear your best friend laugh as well on the other side of the door, and you know she won’t stop until she hears you answer the question.

“Yes, I do," you admit, “Now go away!”

Your best friend laughs even harder outside. “Alright alright. Bye. Bye, Lando. I’ll try to keep your brother away too, you're welcome!” She finishes and you can hear her leave.

“She knows?” he laughs against your ear, “I thought this whole thing was secret…”

“Shut up. Be happy it was her at the door and not you know who,” you joke.

Lando grabs your hips and lifts you off of him. In a few swift motions he has you lying on the bed and he’s on top of you. He leans down and kisses up from your collarbone to just under your ear.

“If we get interrupted one more time…,” he trails off into your ear and then pulls away looking at you. His face right above yours.

You shake your head smiling, you run your hands through his hair looking up at him.

Lando smiles back at you. You can see the desire in his eyes.

You can still feel his breath all over you from his kissing just moments earlier. Your skin is sensitive from the heat, from him, and you feel a wave of goosebumps run up your body just from his touch.

Lando leans forward and the two of you kiss again.

The bass from downstairs vibrates through the floor and drowns out the music, the voices, the party.

Your head is spinning. This is so wrong. But also it feels sort of right. Whatever was happening between the two of you was going to make your life chaotic. But even so, the same thought keeps running through your head…

Now I just can’t stop myself around you.

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luveline · 1 year

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if you’re taking joel requests here’s one :3

touch-starved!joel who isn’t aware he’s touch starved but then extremely affectionate reader comes along and just always! touches! him! loving & intentional touches, casual touches—all of it drives him wild and he loves it!!

thank you!! I hope this is okay! Touch-starved Joel who wants you but doesn't know how to want you w/ mutual pining ♥︎ fem!reader 2k

Joel wishes you wouldn't work the same shifts as him. Wishes you didn't have to work any shifts at all, wishes you didn't know this life, but you do. He wishes you wouldn't pick all the high-paying, devastating jobs that he does, wishes you didn't insist on keeping him company. And above all, he wishes you wouldn't touch him, because he can't handle the way that he feels when you do.

Sharing shifts turns to seeing one another outside of the old meat market by accident. In turn, that becomes purposeful. Before he really knows it, you're comfortable enough to come by his apartment and you'll wait there even when he isn't home just to see him. Precious hours of your life spent curled in on yourself at his door.

Joel nudges your sleeping body with his shoe and then feels like the world's biggest asshole. He sighs, kneeling down despite his aching back, and shakes your shoulder. He notices how soft your jaw looks when you sleep and has to look away, lest he think about it too much now, and remember it later. You have this habit of chasing him into bed when you're not there.

Your hand wakes before your eyes do, and you curl your fingers around his wrist, half on his sleeve and half on his skin. Where you connect hums with heat.

"Why are you out here?" He changes his prerogative, feeling as though chastisement is more important. "You have no sense of danger, even now. Get up."

He doesn't speak without fondness. You'd have to look hard to find it, but it's undoubtedly there.

His tone has you awake and alert quickly, your gaze on his face. "I do," you say croakily, letting him pull you into a standing position.

"Then what are you doing out here?"

"I can't call first… You look tired."

"I am. I'm not staying up." He pulls his wrist from your lingering grasp. "Should've called."

"You act like you don't like me," you say without inflection, following him in through the door and closing it softly behind you.

He drops his jacket over the back of the couch and scrubs his face with both hands. His back aches from standing and heaving all day, his arms tight with a cramping tension.

If he were younger he'd turn around and wrap you up in his arms. He'd tell you what he really thinks of you, your head hooked in the crook of his arm, his free hand roaming lazily over your back. His pinky finger would run along the line of your jeans playfully, and maybe you'd laugh. You don't laugh as much as you should.

"Are you hungry?" he asks.

"No, Joel."

You'd lie even if you were.

He moves into the kitchen, makes himself a small glass of water, and leans against the counter. He tries not to drink it like a total pig knowing you're watching, but he's dehydrated and cotton-mouthed.

The window paints you in a weak light, like iced tea. You pick over his things and arrange yourself on the couch like a tired house cat, pulling your legs up and rubbing your cheek against the backrest. Shoulders to the arm, you're almost lying down. He could superimpose you into his sheets, imagining how you might look in bed, not naked or waiting or anything so salacious, just how you’d look getting ready to sleep. He wonders if you wear pyjamas, figures you likely sleep dressed as you are now in your shirt and jeans. Maybe you swap denim for sweatpants, maybe you don’t. Maybe you peel your shirt off, maybe your bra. He entertains a life where he gets to see it and finds it painful as wrapping his hand around a hot poker, because that life is alarmingly close to this one, if he were to take one small leap.

“Where were you today?” he asks.

He sees a flicker of humour flit across your face. He knows it as one of your tells — you'd thought about bending the truth.

"You don’t have to worry, I’m just… rundown. Felt sicker than usual, so I stayed home."

It's automatic for him to give you a once over as he would with anybody who feels under the weather. You haven't been unlike yourself, you aren't sweating or irritable. You're fine. You’re more than fine.

You have a strange inability to look after yourself. He believes in positive (and negative) reinforcement.

"Good girl," he says.

You smile at your hands, picking at nails he knows are scrubbed raw and clean as he crosses the room to sit with you on the couch. You're quick to push your legs over his lap, your jeans riding up until the rarely-seen skin of your ankles peak out.

"I had an incredible headache," you continue. "And I felt like the blood was rushing in my ears when I stood up but I wasn’t dizzy.”

You touch him and it's like all his agitation starts to numb itself. The weight of your legs has him forgetting his aching back and his sore arms. He stares at his closed fist by your foot, willing himself to touch you; all he wants to do is grab your leg, feel the dough and softness of it under his palm. You sit up a touch to brush a longer piece of hair sticking out behind his neck.

He pretends you aren't moving at all.

"Do you feel better now?" he asks.

Your knuckle brushes under his jaw. He feels the short hairs of his beard catching.

"I feel fine," you say. "How are you feeling?"

He turns to face you head on. He’s not going to answer your question. You already know he won’t, but you've asked anyway. He isn’t sure what to do with that.

“You really do look tired,” you say softly, concern knitting your brows together. He thinks it’s your most devastating look yet. “I don’t wanna keep you up, Joel, I’ll go home. You can get some real rest.”

He almost says Hey, I don’t want you to leave yet, and you’re already standing up. You look more sorry than you should, believing that you're a burden on him when you aren’t — you're a lightness. You drain the levy, and he can’t see himself getting any rest at all if you leave.

You’re saving him the awkwardness, climbing off of his couch and out of his lap to track down your shoes. “And, you know, you could shower,” you say, trying to infuse some life back into the room, “I know the cold water bites but we all gotta do it.”

He stands up too fast and feels an absence of noise. No blood rushing in his ears, no beating heart. He’s too tired, in every sense of the word, to ask for what he wants. He can’t ask you to stay.

You lean down to hook your finger into the back of your sneaker and stop at his expression. You stand a little taller. Whatever vulnerability he sees in you now, your short black socks against the floor, your sweet-eyed, tentative smile, he suspects he’d find it doubled in the mirror.

“Joel, I…”

He can’t ask you.

But that doesn't mean you can't ask him.

"Do you think I could stay, after all? To sleep. Just to sleep," you say. Your voice is quiet, like you're trying to spare yourself some dignity if you need to take it back.

He thinks about it. You, in his bed. You, sleeping as you had been in his hallway, your lashes skimming the delicate skin under your eyes, your neck craned in. You, with your hands under your cheek, your sluggish breathing, your heart capering only a handful of inches from his.

A beat. "You kick in your sleep?" he asks, cotton-mouth returned.

"No," you say. You laugh through it, making the word so thick it's almost sticky. Honey in sound.

It solidifies what he's said yes to. He doesn't know how to sleep next to you. He barely knows how to talk to you, and doesn't try as he leads you into his bedroom. Thankfully, you spare him. He knows you aren't the most confident person on the planet, and that each bold move you make is for his benefit. He tries to be unflinching in return, kicking out of his shoes and throwing back the blankets to lie flat on the sheets. You settle in next to him with little ceremony.

You keep your legs hiked up at first, your heels digging into the mattress near his knees. You turn your face to his, and he turns his face to yours. He can see your every wrinkle and line this close. You must be seeing his.

"You got lucky with the neighbour lottery, huh?" you say, not quite whispering. "It's silent."

He doesn't want you to stop talking, but he can't help himself. "Almost," he says wryly.

You know him well enough to smile. "I guess you don't need the quiet," —you turn carefully onto your side, letting the weight of your knees rest on his thigh— "'cause you work all day every day."

The opposite. The shit he sees on shift is enough to give anybody insomnia.

"I'm the bad neighbour."

"Oh, right, your radio." The back of your hand touches his arm. The slightest of touches but enough to make him realise how much he wants it. He can't remember the last time somebody touched him who wasn't you, not for years now. It's an amicable casualness he can't explain away. He wants it worse than a hydro.

"I might, uh, might cling a little, in my sleep. You can push me away, swears. Even if you gotta really fight me on it." You close your eyes, burrowing your face into one of his flat pillows. Your knuckles jump up his arm as you get comfortable. "Jus' shove me."

He closes his eyes. The dark of his eyelids is usually a torment, but with you this close it lulls him quickly and without finesse. "I'm not gonna shove you," he says while he still can.

He's on the precipice of sleep when your hand slides up his bicep. You feel along the soft ridging of his muscles until your fingers slot between his arm and his chest, and your nose is kissing his shoulder. It's as if the moonlight has heat and it's bearing down on him through the dirty windows as every stressed ligament, every tensed tissue in his sore body finally gives in to rest.

When he wakes, he's missed his morning shift start. You're clinging to him like you said you would, harder than he'd think possible considering your unconsciousness, with your lips pressed to his shoulder. He thinks it might leave a bruise.

He dips his face toward yours until the tip of his nose nudges your forehead and goes back to sleep.

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thinking about meeting the batfam for the first time as dick's gf...

Your palms are sweaty as you get ready, something simple Dick had said. ‘It’s just dinner, gorgeous.’

But you know of Bruce Wayne and simple doesn’t seem like what he does.

Still, you go with something classy and casual- a dress. A yellow spring dress that’s all the way to the floor and patterned with little green and blue flowers.

Dick comes in just as you finish your makeup and whistles. “Goddamn,” immediately his hands fall to your hips, pulling you into him the second you set your lip liners down. “You’re a smoke show.”

You giggle and will heat not to flush into your cheeks. “Dick,” he shakes his head. Kissing you quickly and then pulling away.

“It’s going to be great, don’t stress it. Everyone’s gonna love you.” He seems to think his words over as he looks you up and down again. “Actually, Damien might love you a little too much.”

“Dick, he’s a kid.” Damien is the youngest of the Wayne’s; only around thirteen.

When you get to Wayne Manor, you’re glad you’ve worn a dress, Jason is dressed up in soft pants and a polo, Bruce is wearing a black shirt and black dress pants, Dick is matching you a little- blue shirt and soft pants and Damien looks at least a little uncomfortable in the smart clothes he’s in.

“Dick, I really did think you were lying about having a girlfriend.” Jason says and he scowls good naturedly.

“Well, she’s real. Baby this is Jason,” he points to each of them. “Damien and the big guy’s Bruce. Guys, this is Y/N.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you say shyly and they all say the same. Damien who scowls and talks in mostly grumbles through the dinner seems to open up to you and takes pride in saying something flirty just to piss off Dick.

“So what do you do?” Bruce asks and you smile, setting your cutlery down to take a sip of your drink.

“I teach pre-school for now.” You answer honestly and Bruce’s eyebrows shoot up.

“For now?” You nod politely.

“I’m not sure if I want to venture into elementary or middle school or remain with the younger groups. They’re fun, but I also think teaching a group a couple years older would be fun as well.”

Bruce nods, “Maybe you can get a day in Damien’s school to see what it would be like.”

Dick smiles at the offer, knowing the old man doesn’t do that with just anyone.

“So I’d get to see you all day?” Damien asks with a smile and you take a peak at Dick to see him scowling.

“You’re pushing you luck Al Ghul.” Dick says and you roll your eyes.

“Ignore him, he’s all talk no bite.” You whisper to Damien who seems pleased with the fact that you are willing to mess with Dick.

“Want to take a walk around?” Dick asks after the plates are taken away and you nod, taking his hand as he helps you out of the chair and leads you down a hallway.

“They’re nice.” You whisper and Dick grins.

“Yeah? Bruce likes you a lot.” He says honestly and just to see if it’s a real or pretend annoyance you say,

“So does Damien.” Dick rolls his eyes.

“I told you he’d love you too much,” he sighs as you reach a landing. “But he is a kid and he likes being a little shit with me more than the others.”

“Is this your old room, Grayson?” You ask as he pushes open a door and you’re met with a bed, what looks like gymnast equipment and bare cupboards.

“Mhm,” his eyebrows dance and you scoff, slapping his chest making him laugh. “What? I just thought you’d like to see the room that gave me all these bulging muscles.”

You laugh as he flexes but Dick pulls you further into the room. “No but I thought you’d like a little quiet moment before Alfred brings out dessert.”

You raise an eyebrow. Dick smiles bashfully, “I haven’t kissed you since we left the house,” you smile and lean up to kiss his lips. Dick doesn’t let it just be a peck, he keeps you in place with a hand behind your neck and deepens it.

“Better?” You ask him and he nods, kissing your cheeks.

“I don’t like sharing you with them.” He says and you laugh loudly, sitting on his old, springy bed.

“Dick Grayson, I never thought you’d be jealous of your brothers.” He comes closer to you, moving over you till you’re laying on your back, your hair fanned out in the sheets as he hovers over you.

“Jealous? No, those idiots don’t scare me,” One of his hands finds the hem of your dress, stroking the skin of your thigh. “You know I just like you obsessed with me, I like when your eyes are on me only.”

“You’re a menace,” you breathe out and Dick laughs when you move his hand and straighten your dress. “An absolute menace,” you stand and take his outstretched hand. “Take me to see the garden?”

“Whatever you want, my gorgeous girl.”

#dickgrayson #dick grayson #dick grayson one shot #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson drabble #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson blurb #dick grayson fic #dick grayson x black reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x yn #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader

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𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * A lesson to Learn — Gojo Satoru

Tw: no smut but very very suggestive; Reader is like 4-5 years younger than Gojo; idk? Not proof read; Gojo’s mean :(

“What were you thinking?” A growl met your ears, panting, you dare not look up at him—“was it necessary to be acting like a fuckin’ child? Huh?”

It was the first Satoru had used a harsh tone in front of you- let alone at you- it was baffling in most senses.

More baffling was the way your eyes yearned to look at his annoyed stature, to see his face contorted with rage—baffling was the way you partially did it to get his attention.

Stranded that you stood with him, the middle of nowhere blanketed your forms—a clearance.

“Well?” A lick of your lips, you raised you head finally, hesitantly, a hand on his hip and the blindfold entirely off—you would’ve almost cowered at the way he glowered at you.

“I-” you paused, what explanation would you offer?

There was nothing except the blatant truth that you had wanted his attention, his praise- something he’d been generous with for the past many weeks with his students.

Another lick of your lips, had you known the way Satoru stared at you in this moment still, enamouring all the more.

Slow, your eyes trailed at his figure—his shirt lay sweat soaked, breathy pants his too, it was a tough mission, and he was right too—all you actually was hinder him.

The vision was clear, you were on the ground, as a heap—not a scratch on your face, Satoru wouldn’t ever let that happen after all—he stood unscathed too, “what? Huh? Are you that much of a moron? Don’t fucking follow me, simple instructions- hell my first years carry out instructions better than you.”

Defiant, in the way he spoke—“listen, Toru’ I just… I don’t know what came over me— you went alone and Ieiri told me it’s a tough mission so I just wanted to-”

“-help? By getting your ass handed back to you? Let some things remain in the hands of those who do it best,”

Your face fell at that, best? Sure you weren’t as good as him but…it wasn’t that you were weak?

“I just wanted-”

“No. I’ll tell you what you wanted,” and a sudden way your face flushed, it wouldn’t be that he knew…right?

“You wanted nothing more than my attention huh? Think I don’t notice your shit? Wearing those short fuckin’ skirts to “look over” the training? Giggling around with Nanami? Think I don’t notice your need for my attention? Really? Gonna drop so low to compete with kids for it?”

You’d known it was mostly shameful but just the way he reminded you, the way he was doing nothing but berating you—you couldn’t help the blurry vision your tears suddenly provided.

“Get up,” he scoffed, “C’mere,” you hesitated, did he know you were down there with tears in your face—of course he did.

He was Gojo Satoru.

Steady, you stood up, shaky from the entire experience, shy of becoming just a mess—you stood up, Satoru moved closer and suddenly the proximity was all you could notice.

You were sure, as you stood inches away from him, he was still calling you out—calling off your sheer idiocy but however could you pay attention to that when all you could focus on was the way his abs were visible slightly through the shirt—the way his glossy lips never stopped moving—the way visions of his hand lifting you so casually came flashing in right about now—

“You’re such a whore huh? Here I am going off about how stupid you’ve been and All you wanna do is stare at me?”

Another moment of your ears tipping so hot it was hard to bear it—“n-no I-”

A hand held up, placed quick on your waist, “if a bad girl is what you’re gonna act like then I don’t have issues teaching you a lesson- hell I think that’s the only way your perverted little brain can think,”

A shaky breath was all you could let out, gulping at the facts he presented, and for a second silence that befell you—you stared at his lips, his, yours.

Just a lean in and you could taste him, and lean in he did, fingers gripping your jaw slight, a dark smile he bore.

Your breath hitched- mouth falling open, you continued staring dumbly, a scoff he passed—“as is you like acting stupid school girl who wants attention right? About time you get enough of it—and before the kiss…I think there’s a lesson I gotta drill in,”

“Here?”

An internal face palm you offered yourself—of everything sketchy about possibly having a suggestive conversation with Gojo Satoru, the strongest, someone you’ve admired ever since your first year (and his sudden stops at the school to catch up with everyone), someone who’ve dreamt of since you were 16 and now 24 — the location should’ve been the last of your issues.

A humourless chuckle he passed, “always knew there was a slut in you somewhere,”

A small pout drifted onto your face at that—now uttering a humoured chuckle, his fingers traced your cheek—“don’t think for a second you’re off the hook, y’er just lucky that I’ve wanted you slightly more than you, me.”

Yeah, y’all fuck like bunnies after this <3 I may or may not expand on to it soon.

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yulin-pop · 1 year

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⤷ ✧ Green Flags

Gender neutral

- order 79 | headcanons | Heartslabyul

Ace Trappola

— Gets along with your family

He may be a big jerk to you but when he meets your parents or any of your family he is literally perfect. He will do anything and everything to look good in front of your family. It’s for approval but he’s the type to actually care as well. If you have younger siblings then he’d be willing to babysit them and buy them things (nothing too expensive hes not that nice).

— Will call you out

This may seem like a red flag to some but disagreements in any sort of relationship is good. He would never invalidate how you feel but if you need to be set straight, then he’ll do that for you. And likewise, if you call him out then he’ll take it just as seriously. When this happens, one of you are bound to be a bit hurt but Ace is thankful that you would do that for him.

Deuce Spade

— Waits for you

He is very patient. Every text he sends, he sits there waiting staring at his screen for a good 5 minutes, just waiting. If you two have different classes he is still dedicated to walk you to your next class. As soon as the bell rings he runs out the room and waits for you outside of yours. He’s also the one that waits for you when you tie your shoes.

— Always excited to see you

He lights up whenever he sees you. It could’ve been just a short 5 minutes and he waltz over to you like he hasn’t seen you in months. If he wasn’t so shy about it, he would pick you up off your feet and spin you around in a tight hug. He really can’t deny how much he loves being around you.

Cater Diamond

— Hypes you up

Your personal hypeman right here! It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, your posture, location, or mood he will shower you with compliments. “O-M-G you literally look ethereal right now. C’mere!” Takes lots of photos of you. He will try his best to fix your hair or clothes if it gets messed up.

— Buys matching things

You have so many matching accessories. Keychains, hairclips, bracelets, necklaces, etc… He loves matching things and he thinks it’s just so cute to match with someone. He knows you’ll never turn him down!! If he catches you wearing it or you ask him to match it, he literally won’t shut up and he will be all over you— you’re just so cute!!

Trey Clover

— Looks into your interests and hobbies

Not only will he listen to you talk about your interests or hobbies, he will actually try to get into it himself. He will keep you updated on his progress of your favorite show/book/game. And with hobbies he’s probably not gonna be very good at it if it’s something he hasn’t tried but at least you’re there to help him.

— Pats your head

Okay everyone needs a good head pat. It’s honestly a thing that’s never failed him (for the most part). Sometimes he’s a little awkward with physical affection even thought he actually loves it. The most casually thing is to just pat your head and say “I love you good job”.

Riddle Rosehearts

— Listens without judgement

If you ever need to talk to him about your problems, he’s all ears. You can tell he’s listening closely because of his gaze. He really only sees you when you’re talking and nobody else. It’s very intense (ﾟ∀ﾟ)… Whether if you’re in the wrong or not, he doesn’t scold you on it and gives his earnest opinion.

— Checks up on you for no reason

Please pick up his calls or else he will think you got kidnapped or something. He sorta just calls you and you can hear the relief and happiness in his voice. When you two are together, he’s always staring at you— trying to read your facial expression. Don’t be surprised if he randomly stops by, he just does that. He doesn’t really have a reason nor does he have the time for that but he does it anyway.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #ace trappola #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #should I make a red flags? /j

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heavenlymorals · 5 days

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Details I've noticed about Arthur Morgan Part 2 cuz you guys seem to be devouring the first one 👍🏼 :

- Him and Dutch share the same sense of humor- dry, sarcastic, and usually at another's expense.

- However, both Arthur and Dutch get really annoyed whenever they direct that same humor to eachother.

-When Dutch and Arthur quick draw, they both turn their bodies to make them a smaller target. They are the only ones in the gang that do this in idle animation.

- Arthur's journal is filled with many half done, not fully rendered drawings. Some pages have one small drawing on them and are then skipped over. Other drawings are just shapes and strokes that represent the schema of an animal or person. It's very realistic to an actual sketchbook and not the Pinterest dream sketchbook.

- Arthur, prior to Hosea's death and Micah overturning his position as Dutch's right hand man, is always there whenever a big decision is being there and is asked for feedback too. Arthur isn't just a member of the VDL gang, he's a leader of it too and people seem to forget that.

- Arthur is very emotionally tough and when I mean very, I mean VERY. He doesn't cry when Sean dies, someone he considered like a little brother. He doesn't cry when Lenny dies, someone he probably saw as a son. He doesn't cry when Hosea dies, someone he saw as a father figure. Of course, they were all in high stress situations that could've stopped an emotional reaction, but even later when he can process things, he doesn't cry.

- There is one time in the game where we see Arthur tear up from emotional pain and that is when he speaks to the nun about his life and what he could've had. Still though, he doesn't cry. It says a lot about him.

- In the final journal entry, though, we see a splotch next to the entry on the empty left page that looks like a tear drop. Take that as you will.

- Arthur's hand writing becomes much more spaced out, messy, and words will be scribbled out more often the sicker he gets. Shakey hands.

- He's very witty and quick with insults, like fascinatingly quick.

- He is pretty intelligent but does allow others to dumb him down like Hosea- as the gang's strongman, this could be so the people they work with would put more emphasis on Arthur's strength so he can be more intimidating.

- The picture that Jack gives Arthur has the male figure wearing a black gambler hat like Arthur and John didn't wear a hat in chapter two. Jack probably saw Arthur as his father figure during that point, not John.

- Does want Jack to learn responsibility ("About time you started to earn your keep" "You got to stick at things, Jack") , but he's very kind, patient, and reasonable considering how young the kid was.

- He doesn't let women carry their luggage if he can do it for them (Mary, the nun)

- He's casually mean or teasing to the younger men and generally polite to the women but he will go off on them in the same way if they anger him enough.

- I wish he was a real person

- I'd like to drink a beer with him

- For I love him ❤️

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #character analysis

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we can't be friends (wait for your love) - luke hughes

luke hughes x reader

wc: 1.5k

tw: angst. fluff. arguing. breakup. no happy ending. not really proofread, got tired lol

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your life had been going good, a little too good. you should have knew all too well that the daydream you had been in weren't going to last much longer.

luke hughes. the man who had stolen your heart and gave you the best memories a boyfriend could give a girl like you. for someone who's thought themselves to be the biggest hopeless romantic, meeting luke had been the light in your life.

you had met the younger hughes brother at a frat party. he had been running off a high after a good game and his normally reserved nature had cracked due to the adrenaline from the win, it gave him the confidence to flirt with you.

initially, you had thought he was going to be a casual hookup. you were taught the hookup culture early into your freshman year, when you thought the frat guy you slept with at your first ever party the night before was going to give you the time of day, once the cloths came on.

news flash you learnt something that day. men are sluts.

so when the star hockey player started flirting with you, you had thought it to be just another guy who wanted a hookup. you ultimately decided to live out your fourteen year old selves Wattpad dream and entertain the cute curly haired boy.

you were surprised when you opened instagram the morning after to find he had requested you and from there on out, the rest was history.

it didn't take long for you guys to become the golden couple of the university. you attended his games wearing his jersey, met each others friends and families, and most importantly fell in love with one another's nature.

everything was going perfect for the two of you, until the real world decided it wanted to slap you both across the face. hard.

luke's passion was and will always be hockey. you knew that when you met him and ultimately decided to jump into a relationship with him. you loved every part about him, including hockey; it's what made him, him.

the sport didn't come between the two of you until he moved over six hundred miles away to play it.

you knew it was coming, you've both talked about it but unfortunately talking about it and actually saying goodbye is two very different things.

you loved the curly haired boy but you were beginning to wonder if it was all even worth it anymore. it was clear long distance was not working in your favor.

it had been almost a year since he started with the devils. a year since it all went to shit. a year since this 'rough patch' as luke liked to call it started. surely a rough patch couldn't last this long?

long distance usually makes a couple or it breaks them. it seemed to be breaking the two of you.

you rarely got to see your boyfriend due to the fact he's glued to the team during the season, so it was up to you, to fly out and see him.

you hated flying. so almost every time, your stress levels shot through the roof causing the worst headache known to man kind to come across you. automatically putting you in a sour mood when landing.

flashback

"i don't understand why you're being like this, this whole thing is planned around the fact that the team wants to meet you!" luke said exaspertly as he helped her load her bags in his jeep. he talked about you so much that when jack opened his mouth about you coming to visit, the wags were quick to plan a get-together, and you had just said you weren't up for it.

"i'm sorry luke but I feel like crap. i dont want to put up a character and meet new people right now"

"then don't put up a character, be yourself. that's who I fell in lov-" he said as you rolled your eyes, wincing; seeing as it didn't help the slamming feeling in your head.

"I don't want to Luke!" you cut him off. luke took a deep breath and texted jack to let them know you guy's wouldn't be making it.

looking back at it now; it wasn't that serious. but that headache couldn't make you think straight. that had been the first fight between the two of you. you're pretty sure thats when all his friend deemed you to be the villain and told him he deserved better.

you began to believe that and you knew luke did too. you just wanted this story to die, you knew you'd be alright.

luke on the other hand was clinging to every inch of you he could get; while you clinged to your papers and pens; writing about your misery.

you loved to write so of course you were going to pour your emotions into these stories. hoping the book would understand better then Luke ever could.

you two were laying in his bed, cloths sprawled out across his bedroom floor.

you had landed in jersey last night, ready to pretend and be the picture luke painted of you.

the two of you had the best night, it had been a while since you last seen him and an even longer while since you last seen him and everything felt... right.

you should of known a storm was brewing.

you were leaning your head onto his bare chest, legs tangled between each other as you played with his curls, looking up at him. he was growing into being the most handsome man.

"im so happy your here" he said tracing down your arms.

"me too. I missed your face" you said as you leaned up and kissed his jaw as he blushed. moments like these made you want throw away all the doubts you had about the relationship.

"me too. i can't wait to wake up next to you everyday" he said as your blood ran cold. you were tired of tiptoeing and hiding around the fight you knew was to come.

he'd been wanting you to move to jersey since he moved, the only problem being, is that you didn't want to.

"what's wrong" he said as you moved away his heart falling too his stomach.

"remember how I told you I wanted to graduate first?" you said nervously. he knew you were going to graduate early and the excuse of school was soon going to expire.

"yeah, thats pretty soon. we need to start looking for a place, by the way-"

"luke-" you started, wanting to stop it before it got any further.

"I think it'll do good for jack and I to get space" he said jokingly as he kept rambling,

"I know you've always wanted to live in manhattan, we can get a place there, i can commute-"

"im not coming here after graduation" you said with watery eyes.

you were the villain, at least in this story.

you wanted to experience life. you were only twenty one and the idea of that part of your life ending before you even got to begin it made you want to spiral.

"im sorry?" he said looking at you like you just killed his childhood dog. he would wait for your love a million years, if thats what it took.

"luke- im sorry, but I want to experience things. i want to live this life and know every corner of it-"

"i don't understand. why can't we those things together?"

"im sorry" you said standing up, not really sure what to do anymore.

"are we breaking up" he said with a straight face. you knew he was holding back tears.

"for now, yes" she told him as he put his head down.

you weren't heartless, so you took a seat next to him as you wrapped an arm around him.

"hey, look at me luke. this isn't the end, I'll still always care about you, I want to see you succeed hughsey" you told him as he remebered the night he met you and you called him that.

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future

luke had been doing amazing; breaking records in the NHL and living life like anyone his age should be. his life was going good.

he obviously missed you but he soon learned he was going to be alright, even though a part of him waiting for your love. your love to like him again.

the smarter part of him knew better, the story was over.

he got home from a game that had went amazing for him and set his stuff down as he opened instagram.

the very first picture being, one of you and your new boyfriend. he knew you moved on and moved to nyc. he's actually ran into you before, both of you acting like you didnt break each others heart into a million peices. acting like old friends.

the reason the picture made his heart drop was due to the fact you were holding up a ring as you looked into the eyes of another. another who wasn't Luke Hughes.

he couldn't do it. he tried, he really did. he wanted to see you succeed and live like you wanted, he just couldn't bare to see it without him in it.

he clicked on her profile as he hovered over the unfollow button. he oh so desperately wanted to pretend to be this daydream but he was reminded of the fact their story had ended. he hit the button and knew he'd be alright.

we can't be friends (wait for your love)

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this was inspired by an edit I saw on tiktok, and obviously the song too lol. I can't find the edit but like yeah!

#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey fic #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #new jersey devils #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #jack hughes #hughes brothers #njd #jack hughes x reader

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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The handyman pt.2 || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Joel comes back to finish fixing your bed. He feels bad about the sexual tension between you two. But eventually... he caves in.

A/N: THANK YOU so much on the love for this fic ! And thank you for your patience. This is the last part, but I do write a lot of Joel fics ;).

If you missed part 1 you can read it here!

CW: some angst, sexual tension, age gap, reader is described as petite and short, alcohol, masturbation (f and m), mutual masturbation), unprotected sex, cum play.

You didn’t know how, but you had managed to resist Joel’s invitation last night while you both eye-fucked each other over diner. For once, though, after that night, your sleep wasn’t filled with nightmares, and you had to release the pressure you felt on your bottom half before you even got up.

Joel came back to your place later in the afternoon with planks of wood to replace the bottom of your poor bed. You helped him bring his material upstairs, not without staring at his ass on the way up. He looked so good in those stupid overworn jeans.

For once, you made yourself useful, helping him hammering the nails into the wooden structure while you two talked over anything on your mind, except the sexual tension between you two.

At some point, Joel took off his flannel shirt, leaving him in a tight t-shirt that wanted to pop at the seams on his biceps. You tried not to stare too much, concentrating on the nails you were hammering, and you were relieved when you were finally done fixing the frame. The only thing left was to put the mattress on your like-new bedframe.

You let your butt bounce on the mattress as you tested your new bed and looked up at Joel with a thankful smile.

“There’s only one thing left to do. I just need to test it.”

He laughed awkwardly, cheeks burning red. He didn’t want to give in, it felt wrong, even though it would be so easy.

“I’ll… leave you to it. Promised Tommy I’d help building a crib for his baby.”

For a split second, he could see the disappointment in your face, but you replaced it with a smile. You were put off by his change in demeanor. Yesterday, he was almost begging you to sleep with him and now… now he was running away. Maybe he changed his mind.

“Of course, I��ll see you later, I guess!” You said enthusiastically.

Joel left you, knowing that you wouldn’t have issues finding someone else to test your bed with. Yes, it was for the best, he thought.

You occupied your day with helping at the farms. Taking care of the animals helped you not thinking about that weird situation with Joel. And when your day was over, you went to the bar to find someone to release the pressure with.

You were wearing a casual black dress, tights, and comfortable heeled boots. You liked feeling pretty, even in these weird times. Even if it was a luxury.

Of course, when you crossed the small bar’s door, you saw Joel sitting at the counter and talking with his brother. You tried to ignore him, even though he was right beside you when you asked for something sweet and alcoholised.

“Oh, hey! Thank you for helping out in the farms today, you really didn’t have to.” Tommy said when he noticed you.

Joel drank his alcohol in silence, trying not to look at you.

“Yeah, no problem. I needed it.” You took your glass in hand. “Catch ya later.”

You gave them some space and went to socialize with people in the bar. There were a few younger guys and girls that you flirted with shamelessly, hoping Joel would notice. You danced with everyone who gave you attention. The alcohol made you feel better already.

As you were dancing with some random person, you felt strong hands grabbing your waist and pulling you out of the group. You yelped and turned around, your face meeting Joel’s strong chest.

“Found anyone to test your bed with?”

“There are a few volunteers. Do you think I should go with a guy or a girl?” You asked with a shameless smile. You saw a hint of jealousy in his dark eyes.

“I think you should go with a stupid old man who doesn’t know how to act with you.”

“Oh, is this why this stupid old man lead me on and rejected me today?” You finished your drink in one quick motion.

“Look, it’s just… can we talk about this somewhere else?”

“Nope.” You didn’t budge. Joel sighed.

“Fine.” His big fingers closed around your small wrists, and he pulled you to the private restroom. You protested, but he was much stronger than you. He closed and locked the door behind him. You had hoped no one had seen you.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. Joel wasn’t good with… talking… emotions.

“You’re young. I feel like you’re wasting your time on me. Even though I want you. It… feels wrong.”

“Joel, I’m young and I could die tomorrow. It means nothing. This is the fucking apocalypse even though we are in this perfect city. Nothing matters.” You said, sounding rougher than you wanted to.

Your hand closed around his belt buckled and you pulled him closer.

“D-Do you want this, Joel? Because I can give it to you. Please.”

You heard Joel swear under his breath, before he leaned down and crashed his lips on yours, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your back was stuck between the bathroom door and his large frame. You pushed him slightly, hands on his soft flannel.

“Let’s go home.”

He agreed, lifted you up and threw you on his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes. When you got out of the bar, everyone was looking at you two, you didn’t care.

The ground met your feet when you two were in your bedroom. Joel smirked slightly and leaned down, big hands grabbing your face to pull you into a kiss. You laid down on the bed, pulling him on top of you. Joel had total control over the exchange, and you let him do what he wanted with your mouth and your tongue. When he pulled away to look at you, you put your hands on his cheeks, feeling his scratchy beard under your palms. You smiled at him, analyzing each crease and scar on his face. Then, you helped him getting out of his soft flannel, before your hands found the hem of his black t-shirt, that you lifted slowly. Joel seemed self-conscious, vulnerable once his shirt was off. His body was telling a story with its scars. Your soft hands explored his rough skin of his chest, contrasting with the softness of his stomach.

“M’not as fit as I used to be…”

“Shush. You’re just what I need, Joel. You look really good.”

He helped you taking off your black dress, exposing your small, perky breasts. You hated wearing bras and it was the apocalypse… so who cares? Since you were so young when it started and hadn’t hit puberty, you never had the pressure to wear anything you didn’t like or shave when you didn’t want to.

One of Joel’s hands sufficed to cover your modest boobs, which made you giggle. But you didn’t feel self-conscious at all under his lust-filled gaze.

“So cute.” His compliment made you blush.

He pressed soft kisses against the skin of one of your breasts, while his hand played with the other, fingers flicking your nipple to make it hard. You moaned softly, your back arching to ask for more of his touch. It had been so long until someone had taken care of you like that.

Even though your body asked for more, he took his time with you, savouring each second of feeling your skin. While he kept kissing and licking the sensitive spots on your chest, his hand took care of your tights, letting them fall on the ground.

Except a few scars here and there, you looked so fragile. Maybe it was old-fashioned of him, but he had the urge to protect you. Joel’s calloused hand cupped your heat through the fabric of your panties, while his mouth latched onto yours. Your hand went to his curls, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, showing how impatient you were growing.

“Shh… I wanna take my time with you. We have all night if we need.”

That might have been the hottest thing someone had ever said to you.

“Fuck. Good thing I touched myself this morning, then.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it, pretty girl.” He whispered as he started feeling you over your panties, fingers caressing your clothed slit slowly. You moaned softly.

“Dreamt about you fucking me over every surface and breaking all of my furniture.” You said, cheeks burning red. “Woke up wet as fuck. Had to do something about it.”

“Would take me a lot of time to fix all of your furniture.” He smiled as his hand went inside of your panties, two fingers running through your wet slit.

You grabbed onto his grey curls as you cried.

“Show me how you like it.” His hand left you to take off your panties, you whined when he left you. His knees were digging in the end of the mattress as he backed off to look at you, his dark gaze taking in your naked beauty.

You parted your legs to give him a perfect view of your wet cunt. Your hand went to your heat, fingers circling your clit at a fast pace. You made yourself moan and squirm under your touch, as Joel was watching your every move.

At some point, he took out his cock from his jeans and touched himself as he looked at you. He was so big, you imagined how heavy he would feel in your hand.

“Can you make yourself cum for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded silently, cheeks burning red under his intense gaze, and pressed a finger inside your hole as you kept circling your clit. You tried to keep your eyes on Joel who were giving you a real-life fantasy. Your mouth hung open as you made yourself cum on your fingers.

You let yourself go as you calmed down. He did the same thing, before hovering over you to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“So good f’me.” Joel’s fingers replaced yours, mimicking your past gestures. Your hand wrapped around his erected member, stroking him slowly, but firmly, like he was doing earlier.

Your eyes struggled to stay open, but you wanted to keep looking at him, freezing a memory of his face somewhere in your mind. You felt a finger, much bigger than yours, finding its way inside your wet hole. You let go of his cock, hands gripping on his strong shoulders to concentrate on your selfish pleasure.

“Relax.” He said softly. You nodded and kissed him, while he was stretching you out slowly.

When he felt you relax, he added one more finger, scissoring and thrusting his thick fingers into you.

“You’re doing so good.” He praised as you melted into his touch.

The pad of his thumb pressed on your sensitive bud as he was reaching the most pleasurable place inside of you.

“You can give me another one.”

You concentrated on the hoarseness of his voice and the rapidity of his movements as you tightened around him. He guided you through your orgasm, delivering soft praises to your ear. Maybe you could get used to this.

You were so drunk on your pleasure, that you barely felt him shifting to position himself to slip his hips between your legs. You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed his length into you. Joel was filling you to the brim, not leaving any space. He would ruin any other man for you, for sure.

“How do you like it?” Joel asked softly.

“I said I wanted to test the strength of this bed. So, don’t be scared.”

He smirked, you had lit the violent fire inside of him.

“Unless you’re too old and you need me to take over?” You added and sighed as he bottomed into you. You held him there, pushing your feet against the small of his back.

“Got plenty of stamina in me, thank you.”

You opened your mouth to add something, but the strong swing of his hips shut you up. Your mouth pathetically hung open as he was stretching you out beautifully and painfully. Joel was reckless, focusing on his own pleasure, as he thrusted in and out of your harshly.

The bed was moving under your bodies, but there were no signs of it breaking. For now.

Joel was out of breath, but he kept going as long as his body allowed him to. He slowed down for a bit, taking the time to kiss you softly.

“Let me take over, please.” You whispered against his plush lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice. You felt empty for seconds as he laid down, but you hastily adopted your new position: your back to him, thighs on each side of his legs and his cock splitting you open as you bounced up and down on him.

Joel put his arms behind his head, admiring the show you were giving him: the giggling motion of your sweet ass, the obscene moans you were letting out for him. He was catching his breath, simply letting you use him.

When he got tired of simply watching, he sat up and circled his arm around your plush chest, fucking up into you harshly. His name fell out of your lips, and your walls tightened around him as you came around him.

“F-Fuck, where do you want me, sweet girl?” He grunted.

As a response, you went on all fours, and he kneeled behind you, his hot white liquid splashing over your ass.

Just as he did, you heard a loud “crack” and the mattress fell to the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Joel groaned a “fuck”. He got up carefully and wiped you with a wet towel, before helping you out of the destroyed bed.

He pulled you close for a tight hug.

“M’sorry. I’ll build you a new one completely. You can spend the night in my bed.”

You giggled softly and buried your face in the warmth of his chest.

“Gladly.”

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ilyhaitanii · 28 days

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hold me in your lap of luxury 𖤛 ran haitani

synopsis: your very first bonten party doesn’t go the way you planned. cw: sfw. allusion to anxiety attack, kissing, kind of suggestive, mentions of killing but nth graphic just typical bonten nonsense

a/n: i hope we all like this new theme !! this fic inspo came from this artwork of ran :3 had me thinking millions of thoughtsss i love him smm enjoy <3

bonten gatherings always have your stomach exploding with butterflies. the anxiety of fucking up in front of all of ran’s coworkers, angering someone you shouldnt, or offending anyone. all of it is possible. if you smile too much, too little, your tone is too harsh, too soft. you can fuck up ran’s image in a matter of seconds. the last thing you’d want to do is fuck it all up.

you’re led down a corridor by two of your bodyguards. they were employed by ran to shadow you at all times. at first it was annoying, feeling like you were being watched, but at some point you’ve become used to it.

you clammy palms rub down the sides of your purple dress. the small sparkles on it elevate it from a sleeveless casual dress to a beautiful outing dress. it’s nothing too fancy, but the jewelry adorned on your ears, neck, wrists, and fingers are the main show.

glimmering diamonds and amethysts bling under the lighting off the corridor. on your left hand is your wedding ring— a gorgeous diamond sitting right in the middle. you haven’t seen ran all day, but he left all of these things in your shared bedroom, with a sweet note.

you don’t know what to expect, this is your first time at a bonten party after all. the ones ran comes home from seem more rowdy, but this seems very classy, sophisticated. you’re so scared you’re going to embarrass him. as your bodyguards stand by the door, waiting for your signal that you’re ready, you chew at your lip.

“mrs. haitani? are you alright?” the call of your name catched your attention. you look up at the taller man dazed, before snapping back to reality. you shake your head and gently adjust your bracelet.

“yes, sorry. im ready,” you give them a gentle smile. as the door opens, you’re momentarily blinded by the bright, warm lights. as you step out of the doors, you’re greeted by a man. he’s not a bouncer, more like a waiter, perhaps? with a large smile he greets you, offering you champagne. in fear of increasing your chance of embarrassing ran, you decline politely. as you look down from the balcony, there’s at least two hundred people here.

however your eye immediately catches ran. he instantly looks up at you, a gentle smile on his face. his violet eyes soften, taking a look at you. he’s wearing his glasses for once, so he does not squint when he looks at you. a soft flush creeps onto your cheeks when you see him walking towards you, completely abandoning his conversation. he takes long strides towards the stairs. by the time you reach the bottom, you’re greeted by the sight of your husband.

“well hello, pretty lady. you come here often?” he jokes, flashing his teeth. you hide a giggle behind your hands. no matter how many years you both have been married, ran never fails to make you blush and giggle like a teenager. you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.

“not really. never been here before, but my husband said i’ll have a lot of fun,” you go along with his joke, tilting your head. he chuckles before leaving a kiss on your head. in a low voice he whispers,

“you look gorgeous.” theres a light smell of bourbon on him that’s mixing with his cologne. you smile at him, cheek glimmering pink.

“thank you, you’re too sweet.” he takes a hold of your left hand, his other going to your hips. he pulls it closer to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your ring finger.

“im glad you came,” ran looks at you with hearts in his eyes, but the moment is sharply cut off by a call of his name. rindou and an unfamiliar man walk up to you two. you smile at rindou, waving at the younger man. he lets a soft smile creep onto his lips before tilting his head down for a moment. ran stands at your side, arm looped around you. his hand settles at your hip, watching as rindou and this white-haired man approach you both.

“was wondering why you walked away from our client. couldn’t leave the pretty lady alone, could ya?” the man beside rindou jokes, before smiling at you.

“kokonui,” he says with a gleaming smile. you smile back at him, a tad bit intimidated by him. you stretch out your hand before retracting it when rindou’s lips curl into a snicker.

“ah sorry. nice to meet you, sir.” the three men chuckle, making your cheeks flush red. suddenly you feel very warm.

“haha, you’re funny. haven’t had somebody call me sir in a minute. koko is fine. you’re this sucker’s wife, i couldn’t have such a pretty lady call me sir,” he smiles again, taking a sip of his drink. ran’s eyes glare at him and his younger brother.

“this sucker ought to remind you to be kind to his wife.” ran says through gritted teeth. you can’t help but feel like you’ve already fucked up. however, you don’t notice the lighthearted undertone of the conversation, far too immersed in your mistake. it’s not even an actual mistake, it was just being polite.

ran notices you’ve grown quiet and that flush on your cheeks hasn’t gone away. while koko and rin speak to each other, ran presses a kiss to the side of your head. “you okay, honey? something botherin’ you? whatever it is i can fix it for you, doll.” he says smoothly, smiling down at you. is he laughing at you? no, why would ran do that?

“im fine. im just gonna use the bathroom. excuse me,” you quickly walk away from the three, searching around for the bathroom. you walk in circles for a few minutes before finally finding the room. you quickly shut the door behind you, clutching your chest.

why are you so nervous? why are you talking this all so seriously? it’s a dinner party. you’re supposed to wind down, have fun. so why are you so nervous? you do know that some people here aren’t… the best, for lack of better terms. but that doesn’t mean you have to be walking on eggshells.

but what if ran’s friends— co workers, whatever— don’t like you? what if they think you’re a joke? do they think you’re dressed funny? that koko guy did walk up to you laughing and so did rindou. you stare at yourself in the mirror, picking apart every inch of your outfit. your hair is lopsided, makeup is slightly cakey, the dress is too much, the jewelry is too bold. you look horrible. why on earth did you think you’d look good in this outfit? why does ran even lo-

a knock on the door disturbs your thoughts. you didn’t even notice you were crying. “yes?”

“honey, are you alright?” ran says, worridly. “you’ve been gone for fifteen minutes. everything okay?” his voice is slightly agitated. fuck, you already made him upset. you wipe your tears away, trying not to smudge your concealer.

“im fine! just had to fix my hair,” you reply back, adjusting your dress. you quickly put yourself back together, placing the necklace and bracelet into your clutch. you finally step outside the bathroom, greeted by ran standing right outside. he leans against the doorframe, brows furrowed. he is upset.

“what happened?” he says in a soft tone as his hands lay on your waist. one hand cups your cheeks, rubbing under your eye. “why are you crying? did someone say something?” you shake your head, pushing him away, but he doesn’t allow that. “baby, what’s wrong?” you again, push him away.

“nothing, im just tired.” he furrows his brows again, grabbing a hold of your wrist. his grip isnt tight, but it’s sturdy. he tugs you back to him, forearms resting against his chest.

“my love, please.” there’s this look of pity on his face, you think. the tears boil in your eyes and ran instantly pulls you into his arms. he has your back to the wall, hiding your form under his large shoulders and tall frame. “it’s okay, i got you.” after a few moments of sobbing into his chest, you mumble out a few words.

“im so sorry. i embarrassed you, im sorry.” ran, again, furrows his brows. what do you mean? he looks down at you, kissing your forehead as he cups your face in his hands. his thumb instantly wipes away your tears.

“you could never embarrass me, i love you so much. i would kill someone if they ever said you we’re embarrassing.” ran hugs you tigher, his chin propped on your head. “they wouldn’t even be able to breathe their next breath if i ever heard that.” he chuckles, peppering kisses onto your face. you look up at him, frowning.

“but koko and rin were laughing. i look ridiculous like this too, they probably thought it too,” ran tilts his head, a smile on his face.

“where did you get that impression from? you looks fucking gorgeous, baby.” he chuckles, kissing your cheeks once a again. “they were laughing at sanzu who was behind you. they wouldn’t even dare,” he says in a serious tone. you look up at ran, confused.

“i mean it when i said i’d never let anyone bully you. even my own brother cannot. nobody can,” he kisses the back of your hand, callused hands rubbing your wrists. his violet eyes soaked with love and adoration. he takes your hand and places his cheek in your palm, kissing the inside of your wrists.

“sometimes i wonder how your mind wanders to these places. i love you. no matter what, i love you, doll. mkay? no matter what,” he mumbles against you skin. “fuck, you could shoot me and i’d still love you. carve my heart out and-“ you interuot him, laughing.

“okay, okay! please don’t say things like that, gives me the chills thinking thats what you see on a daily basis,” you hit his chest and ran erupts into a fit of laugher. his arms wrap around you, holding your body flush to his as he rocks back and forth.

“i love you always. no matter what. i promise, i’ll do whatever it takes to protect you,” he gazes into your eyes, watching the way you shy under his intense gaze. he loves the way your face heats up at the slightest bit of affection. you hide in his chest, mumbling back,

“i love you too.” he steps back, his arm looped around your shoulders.

“come now, let’s go back, yeah? there’s a bet going on to see how long it’ll take sanzu to shoot our client’s friend.” you grimace as ran chuckles.

“please get me out of here before that,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head,

“yes ma’am.”

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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He’s An A**H***

Pairing: Charles x bestfriend!reader, Lando x reader

Rating: R

Request: Yes/No

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, slight dom!charles, slight dom!reader, slight sub!lando, public nudity?, sex club mentioned, pining Lando

Synopsis: After the race Charles can’t help but call Lando an asshole, but you have been planning something between you three without the drivers knowing and finally get what you wanted.

"He's a dick, a fucking dick; I mean, god fucking dammit, how did he not see me!" Charles yells in his hotel room, slamming his Ferrari hat down onto the bedside table. You can't help but roll your eyes at your best friend, knowing he didn't mean it; he was just pissed he couldn't get some more points, and now he had to battle it out in Abu Dabhi. You lay on the bed, letting him rave as you decide what to wear to dinner tonight. Maybe the red silk dress with giant x stitching across, showing off the skin from the side boob to mid-thigh, or the silver dress that was flowy, and you wouldn't wear a bra or panties wanting to get laid. "Y/n? Are you even listening to me?" Charles groans, picking out his outfit for the night as you look up, biting your lip.

You and Charles have known each other for years, but recently after getting jealous about Pierre, did he decide to fuck your brains out. Ever since then, you both couldn't help but fuck like bunnies, and right now, you wanted him bad. "No, I'm not listening; I'm thinking," you grumble, making him roll his eyes at you now. "About what?" He asks, grabbing a white button-up and dark jeans. "Me riding your face." You say it so casually that Charles about chokes on his spit as he whips around to face you. "Really?" His voice changes; that slight gravel tone he gets when he's angry or turned on makes you smirk to yourself; you felt like playing a game tonight, one he had no idea he'd be a part of. "Mhm, maybe you have me choking your cock." You giggle as he moves closer, bending down to kiss you, but you stand up quickly, making him fall on the bed. "But we have a party, so let's get dressed and go." You shrug, grabbing the silver dress, knowing it'll be easy to access. Charles groans but nods as he tries hard to get the mental images of you riding his face and then shutting you up with his cock out of his head. Charles smiles at you as you make your way to the door and leave for the party. Charles can't help but stare at you the entire ride in the elevator. The way he wanted to hit the emergency button, stop the elevator and lift that dress up, and just fuck you deep and hard, making sure to leave his mark on you the rest of the night, was almost too much to bare. The familiar ping of the elevator stopping has his eyes peeling off you and hardening at the sight of his anger. Lando. "Hey, guys." The younger driver smiles, not acknowledging how Charles wished for him to burst into flames at this very moment. "Lando, you look......gorgeous." Choosing your words carefully, having a goal for the night neither boy knew about. Lando turns red under your compliment. It was known in the paddock that Lando had a school's girl crush on you and always shined under your praise. You smirk, seeing the blush on his cheeks, and reach up, your perfectly manicured nails scraping the back of his neck as you lean over, kissing his cheek. Charles seethes seeing how you were so openly affectionate with the Mclaren driver, who shivers under the slight scrape of your nails. You slice your eyes at Charles, almost screaming with joy from how his jaw was clenched and how rigid he was standing. Just a little bit more. Is all you think about getting that goal of the night and also dealing with two problems at the same time. The elevator doors ping again and open them to the lobby floor of the hotel. You exit first, walking slightly ahead of the drivers. You look down, noticing that your black heels strap is undone on one of them, and smirk at the opportunity. Your dress was short enough that Charles and Lando got a perfect shot of your assets when you bent over. "Fucking Christ." Lando gasps, turning bright red, trying to look anywhere but at you while Charles openly stares at you until he snaps back to reality at Lando staring. "Look away or even fucking touch her, and I'll bury your goddamn ass." Charles seethes in Lando's ear, nodding his head and looking down as you straighten back up and turn, giving them both a sly smile. "Are you two coming or not?" You ask as they both walk up to you, Lando mumbles softly about it being in his hand later, but you act as if you didn't hear him. "Say something, Lando?" Stepping closer to him and moving your arm into his locking them together. Charles raises an eyebrow at this, you were up to something, but he couldn't figure it out. He was aware of the driver's feelings for you and knew that you were aware of this, but you were playing with him like a damn toy. "Let's get going; I want to dance." You whine, locking your other arm with Charles's, dragging them to the car outside, and climbing into the back, waiting for them. Charles looks at Lando and motions for him to get in; while he wishes for his death, he is curious about where you are taking this. Lando slides into the car as Charles follows after him. The car ride to the club is silent, but you fill the silence with soft touches to both boys. Charles is used to this; when it was quiet, you just let your hands run wild, but Lando wasn't. Lando moves and grabs your hand; stilling it, he tangles your fingers with his own and lays it on his lap. But you move free of the hold and place it on his thigh. You cast a look his way, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, and would stop when he said or did something that indicated this, but Lando arches into your touch. Nails dig into his thigh, making him bite his lip and look away so he wouldn't jump you in front of your boyfriend. Charles watches the whole thing and rolls his eyes, but he can't help but watch Lando's reactions to you. Charles knew this side of you, the side that wanted control over a pretty boy and made him beg for you; he's been in this situation once or twice, and god, he loved it. The car stops pulling all 3 of you as the door swings open, revealing Pierre. "Oi, come on, the party is already started, and I'm missing the dances." He whines, pulling Charles out of the car. "What dances?" You ask, having never told Lando or Charles this club was famous for the female dancers and private rooms. "Don't worry about it, Y/N," Pierre smirks and leans over, kissing your cheek before practically dragging your boyfriend away from you and Lando. "Well, care to escort me in, Lando?" You ask, pressing your body into his. Lando nods his head dumbly at you as you giggle and drag him into the booming music and pulsing lights. Time ceased to move as you and Lando had drinks before Charles found you both on the dance floor. Your bodies are pressed into one another. It'd look like Lando was in charge to an outsider, but that wasn't true. You controlled every movement, spreading your legs so Lando could move his leg between them as you ground against them. Charles moves and presses himself against your back, jolting you, but a lazy smile spreads against your lips seeing Charles. His hands move from your hips ghosting all the way up to your tits and groping them tight, a hiss of breath leaving your lips. "Having fun, baby?" He whispers in your ear, making you nod your head, whimpering when Lando presses you into his thigh. Lando looks up, makes eye contact with Charles, and just gives a tipsy smile as he moves his focus back on you. You three dance for a while until you feel fingers lift your dress up slightly, seeing Lando get antsy. With a grip on his wrist, he stops. "Upstairs, now please fuck; I need you both," you beg the boys, and they both stop and have unsaid words pass between them. The trip up the stairs was a mess of touches and words of promises to do to one another. But Charles walks behind the two of you, watching as you pull out a key card and shove Lando into the room. "Charles, come here." You whisper as Charles moves, winds his right hand into your hair, and yanks it hard, making you whine and curse. "Are you wanting to fuck him, baby? Hmm? Was that your grand scheme? I could practically smell you in the car with how much you want him." Charles groans, his left hand under your dress, feeling how wet and needy you are. "Yes, please, please, Daddy, I need it, just once. Let me have him just once." You beg Charles, who smirks and moves you back into the room as Lando lays on the bed, breathing heavily, his pants undone as he feels himself up. You lick your lips and drop your dress as Charles groans, eyes racking over your naked body. Walking towards Lando, you push his hands away and get him to sit up and you on your knees. "Let me take care of you, baby boy." You whisper, making Lando nod quickly as he frees himself from his boxers. Lando was average size length-wise, but he was on the girthy side as it rests heavy in your palm. Charles moves and sits down in a chair, only admiring your ass and head as it leans down and takes the Mclaren driver's cock into your mouth. Lando whines and his head is thrown back from the warmth of your mouth, wrapping around the head of his cock. Lando twitches as you slowly tease him, your tongue lapping at him like a lollipop as you pull off the head, a pretty cherry red as precum leaks drawing your lips to lick it off him as you admire how pretty he looks in the low lights, with flushed cheeks and relaxed. Taking a breath, you lean down and take him in one go that has him moaning so loud the sound makes your pussy clench around nothing but air. Charles squirms, his pants growing tight as he moves, undoing them, and lazily starts to stroke himself as he watches the two in front of him. "wait, stop; if you keep going I'mma cum." Lando whimpers as you pull off and stand up, towering over him. Grabbing his chin, you have him look up at you and kiss him in a slow tease before pulling away and looking at Charles. "Fine, but I want Daddy to eat me before the main course." You whisper; Charles stands up and grabs your hips pulling you against him and feeling his cock press into your folds. Lando swallows thickly as he watches Charles toss you onto the bed like nothing before grabbing your knees and spreading you wide open, the cool air making you arch up. Lando moves to stare at your hole, the way it almost begs for the attention of some kind, and the way Charles moves, kissing your stomach and whispering soft words in your ear before nodding, and he dives in. Charles was precise; he knew you inside and out, what you liked and how to get you so close you would cry to cum for him. Charles licks you up and down as his thumb rubs your clit, making you whimper and reach out, pulling Charles's hair, having it become that gorgeous mess that causes girls to go crazy. He groans and rubs harder as his tongue dives, making you curse and writhe against his mouth. Charles pulls away and looks right at Lando, who moans at the shiny mess around his friend's lips and chin. "That's how you do something, asshole. Let's see if you could make her cum." Charles tuts, and Lando feels this burning rage fill his chest at the insult. "Please, the only reason she wants to fuck me so bad is probably that you can't get the job done anymore." Lando snaps, making you giggle and sit up and straddle his lap rolling your hips against his dick. "Now, boys, let me remind you that I'm in charge here." You whisper, reducing Lando into a whimpering mess again. "Yes, ma'am," Lando whines, his hands on your hips, making you grind faster on him. You can't help but stop and kiss him when he calls you that. It's a mess of tongue and spits before sliding him into you with one feel grind of your hips. Lando groans into the kiss and moves to lay you down so he's on top as he moves his hips in and out slowly. You whimper, nails scraping down his back as Lando buries his head into your neck, loving how you smell like your perfume. "Fuck, faster, Lando, please; god, I ache for you so bad." You whimper, your hands trailing down to his ass and digging your nails into him. Lando groans and starts rocking his hips in and out fast as you cry out, but it's soon muffled when Charles shoves his cock down your hole. "I'll die before I hear you moan like that for another man." He growls as you nod, quickly maneuvering your tongue around him as he fucks your throat. Lando groans, feeling you tighten around him. "Jesus, fuck, y/n. God, you feel like goddamn heaven." Lando cusses, driving into you harder as you grab his ass and spread your hips more, feeling his balls slap you with each thrust. Charles groans and pulls out of your mouth as you sputter and whine, nodding your head. "I'm gonna cum, fuck Lando right there." You whimper as Lando bounces and hits the same spot multiple times before your cry out cumming around him. Still, Lando swallows your cries with his mouth and tongue, fighting for dominance as Lando stills his cock, twitching as he pulls out fast and cums on your thigh. You both pull away as Lando kisses your cheeks and neck. "I'll be dead before Charles hears your moans as you cum for me," he grumbles, making Charles chuckle as he pulls you out from under the Mclaren driver. "You okay, baby?" Charles asks, ensuring you weren't hurt or unable to continue. "yes, I'm perfect; I want you." You whisper as Charles nods and pulls you up face to face, chests pressed against one another as he slowly slides into you. Your face pinches from the slight burn from where Lando made you sensitive. Charles freezes, but you nod your head for him to continue. It wouldn't take him long to make you or him cum as you could always hit that second orgasm after the first, and he pushed to the edge. Charles rocks his hips up slowly but deeply into you as you both forget about Lando and whisper soft words to one another as Charles fills you up with praises and himself. You whimper, feeling his pelvis hit your clit as you grind down on him in that familiar spine-tingling burn gather in both your stomachs as Charles starts to rock up into you faster, kissing you deeply as you both whine and cum together. You both gasp for air as Lando moves to the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet washcloth and handing it to Charles. "One-time thing," Lando whispers, kissing your cheek and giving the cloth to Charles. "And by the way, I win." He whispers to Charles, who rolls his eyes at the younger driver. "Bye, Lando." You whisper, body tired as you crave Charles's comfort Lando kisses you one last time before walking out of the room, leaving Charles to care for you. Oh, how Lando wished it was him instead of Charles, but it was only a one-time thing.

#lando norris #lando imagine #lando x reader #F1 Mclaren #Charles Leclerc #charles x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles imagine #ferrari charles #smut #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc smut #lando norris smut #lando norris imagine #pining lando #boyfriend charles leclerc

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allllium · 4 months

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Hey, can I make a Matt x Reader request. Reader is a doctor and lives with Matt one evening Matt comes home with Spiderman who needs help. You become surrogate parents for Peter and think about adopting him since he's a son to both of you anyway.

Peter

~ Sorry this took me so long to get to. I had something written at some point but ended up scraping it 😭

~ Fluff, Maybe a little angst bc Peter is hurt at the beginning?

~ WC: 1,536

~ Matt brings home a kid ~

Being with Matt you've learned always to expect the unexpected. Matt has a heart of gold, always doing everything he can to help those in need. It's a good thing you're the same way. You wouldn't be a doctor if you didn't have the urge to help people but sometimes Matt, in your opinion, helps people that don't help him far too often.

However, one thing you didn't expect was for your wonderful boyfriend to come home with a kid. Okay maybe not kid, he's about sixteen years old, but that's still way younger than you or Matt. And way too young to be doing what he does.

When Matt brings home the kid, the first thing you do is freeze for a second. Who is this kid? How did he get hurt? How does Matt know him? Why is he in your apartment bleeding?

You're quickly pushed out of your thoughts when Matt helps the kid onto the couch and looks to you for help. You immediately jump in, using your doctor skills to the best of your ability. Both he and your boyfriend stay silent the whole time. Matt stays sitting in an armchair to the side, obviously stressed by whatever happened.

It takes a while to patch up the kid, whose name you still don't know, but as soon as you're finished, he falls asleep on the couch and allows you time to discuss this strange situation with Matt.

Why is it that he stays silent the whole time you're busy helping the kid but the second you're ready to talk he runs off to the kitchen, not exactly running off as the kitchen is right there, but still?

“Matt. Explain?” You don't know what to say or ask. A million questions are running through your head as you follow him to the kitchen.

“His name's Peter.” He hesitates to continue. “He's spiderman, that's how he got hurt.”

“What? He's a child!” How the hell is a teenager Spiderman?

“Yeah, I know that's why I've been keeping an eye on him.” He says as if it's the most casual thing ever. As if he didn't just bring me a beaten-up sixteen-year-old to fix up.

“What do you mean keeping an eye on him? Do you listen to him?” You turn back to the living room and collapse in a chair.

“No, he lives too far away. I just mean that I call him and check up on him.” His voice is quiet, careful not to wake the sleeping kid. “I met him a few weeks ago.”

“When you were in Queens? Is that why you left?” A couple of weeks ago, Matt spent a few days in Queens for a new client he met. He never said much about it and you never asked. You never wanted to invade his clients' privacy and you weren't sure he could tell you about it anyway.

“Yeah actually.” He doesn't say anymore and for some reason, you don't ask. Not sure if you want to know the reasons this kid, Peter you now know, could be in danger. You know Matt can handle himself so most of the time you try not to worry yourself but this is a young kid, that you can almost guarantee doesn't have anywhere near the amount of fighting training Matt had.

After a few hours of making sure he was okay on the couch, and convincing Matt to stay in for the night, you both decide to head to bed.

You wake up the next morning to loud crashing noises from the kitchen. You automatically know it's not Matt because one he is a terrible cook and two he is still lying in bed with an arm over your waist. So Peter must have woken up from his injury-induced slumber and started cooking because he's hungry?

You reluctantly throw yourself out of bed. Despite getting plenty of sleep you feel anything but well rested. As you head out of the bedroom you see Peter wearing the old clothes Matt put out for him and trying to cook something in the kitchen. From the smell of it, he's probably not the best cook either.

“Good morning.” You greet him, coming into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. He whips around to look at you in surprise, he clearly doesn't have the same super senses as Matt.

“Oh uh, good morning!” He tries his best to sound cheerful but his voice has an underlying tone of shock and awkwardness. “Sorry for waking you up. I know taking of someone you don't know so late at night isn't the best, so I thought I would make you and Matt some breakfast to try and make up for it. I'm Peter by the end.” You stay silent as he falls into an awkward ramble.

“Hi Peter I'm y/n. And you don't have to worry about making it up to us, we were happy to help. Plus I deal with this stuff all the time.”

“Right, you're a doctor! Matt told me about that.” He puts down all the stuff he was “cooking” and leans along the counter with you.

“Oh, he talks about me?”

“Well, it was that or all the people we've fought as masked superheroes.” He shrugs.

“Superhero? Aren't you a little young to be fighting like you do?”

“Maybe but if I can help people why wouldn't I?”

“You could always be selfish and use your powers for yourself.” You tell him out of both curiosity and the fact that if you had any kind of powers you can't guarantee you would use them to help anyone else.

“Yeah, I guess.” And just like you both stop talking. Waiting in silence for Matt to wake up before you order breakfast.

Peter stayed with you guys for a little over a week while you made sure he was fully healed from his injuries. Before long he was going back home to Queens to whoever he lives with. You know from one brief conversation that his parents are gone, he never said how or who he stays with now but that's not any of your business.

He comes over almost every week now for dinner, one of the only nights a week you and Matt cook instead of ordering takeout. You have the feeling Matt has imprinted on Peter, kind of like a baby duck. Maybe it's because they’re so similar. They can relate to each other in a way Foggy and Karen can’t. Well, Frank can but he and Matt don’t exactly get along.

Today is one of the days that he’s gonna be coming over for dinner. You and Matt are in the kitchen making a new pasta dish.

“So I wanted to ask you a question?” Matt suddenly tells you, while in the middle of stirring the pasta sauce.

“You know you don't have to ask to ask a question right?” It doesn't matter how many times you say it, Matt will always warn you before asking a question. Most likely because he's worried about bothering you.

He lets out a deep chuckle. “I know, sweetheart, but I'm worried you'll say no.”

“I doubt it. What is it?”

“You know how Peter lives with his aunt right?” He pulls the finished sauce off the stove so he can put his full attention on you.

“I knew he lived some family member, yes. Why?” You’re very curious as to where this is going.

“Well, she’s getting older and I thought maybe he could come and stay with us for a while.” Not what you expected him to ask.

“Matt, I would say yes to that if I could see how it would work. We don't have the room.” You shrug. You would love to help Peter out but you don’t think he would like living on the couch for at least a year.

“That’s why I'm asking you. You always know what to do with these things.” If he means the way you freak out thinking of every possible solution and pretend to know what you’re doing then yeah, you are a master at it.

“I don't know, Matty. There is about a year and a half before he goes to college, there is no way he’ll be comfortable here for that long.”

“I know. Believe me, I’ve been thinking of a way this could work. I just don’t want him to be alone.”

“He won’t be. Even if he can’t live here he’s always welcome.” And just by saying that you come up with the perfect idea.

A few weeks later it worked. Somehow everything magically fell into place. At the end of your previous conversation about it, you told Matt how great it would be if Peter could have his own apartment close to yours and magically one became available in the same building. Being sixteen, Peter obviously couldn't pay for the place himself but you were able to help out, having some extra money due to being a good doctor.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Matt comes up to you. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Eh, you’re rubbing off on me.” You grumble with a fake annoyance.

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weebsinstash · 4 months

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Hello! I don’t know if you do this but I was wondering what your thoughts were for a Yandere Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel? I’m having trouble writing a good representation of him and would like some advice.

Honestly I'm gonna humble myself and say that it took reading someone else's post to make me like, REALLY notice the nuances of Lucifer's character

This post right here literally made me rewatch his scenes and go "oh wow he IS like DANGEROUSLY DEPRESSED"

He doesn't remember Charlie told him where she is, or what she's doing, and he can barely follow a conversation despite clearly trying to pay attention. He also just seems kind of scattered, and um, HE LITERALLY MAKES A JOKE ABOUT DYING FROM FALLING OFF THE HOTEL BALCONY like dude is making jokes about death in front of his fucking daughter, like my dudes, I think this guy is BARELY holding himself together

He clearly loves loves LOVES Charlie but he doesn't really know how to properly articulate himself and I have a feeling there's a lot he's concealing from her, and another big question is, is his depression from being cast out of Heaven, or from something to do with his missing wife, or a combination of both? Either way this man is clearly dealing with like, really bad issues. And Charlie also mentioned he wasn't around a whole lot when she was younger, so... did he have depression back then too?

So, that all said, I feel like a yandere Lucifer would almost be, potentially invigorated by his darling? Given a new lease on life? He may not be 100% his old self again but, you get him to like, 65, maybe 70% on a good day. You give him another reason to get out of bed in the morning, or afternoon, or evening or, whenever he can drag his depressed ass out of bed

Given what we currently know, I feel like a romantic yandere Lucifer would pretend to only be platonic and do his best to poorly conceal his feelings because of his whole... "can't ask his missing wife if it's ok for you to be their third" ordeal, the man still wears his wedding ring, and a platonic yandere Lucifer basically adopts you like another kid, because uh, I mean for one he apparently canonically missed a lot of Charlie's childhood, and he's also an ancient fallen angel, so he's got that age advantage on you no matter how old you are. I mean what are a few decades when he's literally thousands upon thousands upon thousands--you get the idea

Yandere Lucifer would want to stay close to you, helping watch over you, maaaaaybe being overly paranoid about you randomly disappearing and going missing For Very Obvious Reasons, and in the process he winds up being unintentionally overbearing. I mean, he did it in irritation, but he basically showed up at Charlie's hotel immediately saying it was a dump and all of HER FRIENDS were 'a bunch of losers'. He never completely pulls his punches when there's something he's displeased with, even if it has something to do with someone he loves, so his darling would get much of the same treatment. "Ohhhhh, you uh, you wanted to move across the city? That's, um, definitely a fun idea! BuuuuuUuuut, what IF, instead of doing that--", like, he tries to playfully tug you in 'the right direction' until you make him put his foot down

Hmmm... what would him losing his cool look like... well, we've already seen that he doesn't mind throwing hands and WILL KILL, but will stop if he's asked to or there's a good reason. With you, though, you're not typically going to be there to stop him from offing any rivals or bad influences, so I imagine he'd be kinda casual about it, actually! He already thinks pretty lowly of Sinners, so say he finds out you've been ditching him and Charlie to go out drinking with strangers, making new friends, maybe having a few one night stands? Yeah, some of those people definitely aren't calling you back, and Lucifer doesn't really see a problem with it. These people are kind of the worst and really don't deserve you, anyways! If anything he's helping clean up Hell for you and his daughter and keeping you safe :)

Losing his cool with YOU... I think would involve him using his powers to finally confine you, maybe even going demon mode to intimidate you into submission in a very dad-esque "now you listen HERE" kind of way. We don't really know the scope and scale of his powers but I can picture him at least being, obviously much stronger than he looks, and transforming to fly you "back home" where he puts you in your room where no one can reach you without his explicit permission (and you also can't leave~)

One second you're just drunk and jokingly defying him, teasing him, maybe even picking him up and swinging him around because you're bigger than him, to you he's just a silly little guy! Meanwhile this Grown Ass Man Who Is Also The Actual Devil is getting more than just a little frustrated you basically view him as a wacky little cartoon more than a grown man, one who has had sex and has had two wives and sired a child. You're just teasing him and stumbling around drunk when he's trying to get you to your hotel room to get to bed to sleep, like you're clearly not taking him seriously, maybe even playfully putting your hands on him (TOTALLY not riling him up in 'fun' ways) and he finally just huffs and snaps his fingers and, you're suddenly magic'd to bed! You're laying there blinking confused and he's tucking you in and chuckling that "you're such a handful!" before leaving you to sleep and somehow INSTANTLY knowing when you're up.

You ARE in his house, after all...

Not to be gross but uh..... I'm not saying "yandere Lucifer who has the power to still get a Sinner pregnant if he wanted to and you wind up fooling around with him and you're waking up with his little apple symbol on your lower tummy as one of those like hentai womb tattoos to show you're pregnant" but uhhhhhhhhhhyeah that's what I'm saying, and whether it was accidentally or intentionally, he's keeping it, and thus, keeping YOU

I just feel like he'd be very goofy and awkward and bad at hiding his feelings and being very clearly overprotective and jealous in ways everyone else but you manages to pick up on (god Alastor would have some MATERIAL) and, in a romantic/sexual setting he eventually just loses his patience with you not seeing him as a man and just gets... progressively more forward. You pop back into the Hotel after a night out and Lucifer's already hammered at the bar with Husk, stumbling up to you, hanging off of you, slurring and embarrassing himself, "You'reeeee SO pretty... like SO pretty.... do you wanna have *BELCH* you wanna fuck? Cause I LOVE to fuck, like when I FUCKED my wife to make my DAUGHTER, my wife and daughter that I have, 'cuz im a DAD, 'cuz I'm a MAN!" and you're just giggling and ruffling his hair, "You're so weird, dude ^^" and walking away while Lucifer internally screams, wondering just how DIRECT with you he's going to have to be

meanwhile Charlie is totally cool with all of this and sees this as a weird double whammy of Curing Dad's Depression + new family member and friend hurray! and she's totally actively either shipping you with her dad or aiding and abetting him in his weird attempts to absorb you into the Morningstar family

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hellaverse #yandere x reader #hh #sinprompts

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impactedfates · 6 months

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hii hellos pls yanqing and jing yuan hcs 🫶🏻

🥺🥺

★ A/N: Yanqing and JY best Father Son Duo!

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

★ Format: HeadCannons

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Most are just general HCs so reader is not stated too much // 10 HCs each // Not fully proof-read // Jing Yuan has some Romantic HCs with reader // Yanqing has some Platonic HCs with reader

He has photos of the HCQT in his room. A picture of each individual one and one with the whole group. He refuses to move them or sell them.

He knows Dan Heng isn't Dan Feng but seeing an old friend not remember you and bascially be someone different hurts him. He knows he shouldn't see DH as DF as he wants to listen to DHs wishes but his heart cannot forget the connection. He's trying his best though.

Once broke a hairbrush with how untidy his hair is. Like, the hairdresser was casually brushing it when suddenly the brush broke. JY paid for the damages ofc.

We all knew this, but bro's a Disney Princess. He attracts all kinds of animals and somehow, can understand them. If he had it his way his house would be overrun by all sorts of animals.

He would love to see his lover in his clothes if they were shorter then him. In fact, he'd purposefully leave out his clothes for you to take. If you don't, then he'll eventually outright ask for you to wear it.

If his partner was taller tho, then he'd love it as well. I mean, I doubt he meets many people taller then him. Just know you are now his personal pillow if he ever feels sleepy.

Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, even if it's tangled. He's used to it, so he'll be comforted even if you're trying your best not to tug and you end up doing so.

If you date him, now you have a child. No questions asked, Yanqing is your son now. I don't make the rules.

If you ever needed a day off work due to stress or what not, even if he himself cannot take the day off. Expect to be pampered none the less :> You have breakfast premade, gifts waiting for you and there's Mimi ready to give you rides around the house if you don't feel like getting up. And when he's home? Cuddles!

He loves staring at you, and is NOT ashamed by it. Who cares if you feel flustered or not? Or if people see or not? He wants to look at his lover and he will.

Probably has attempted to steal JYs credit card once to buy more swords.

When that didn't work he opted to using puppy dog eyes which worked for a long while...until JY got used to it...looks like he'll need to find another way to get swords.

The type of guy who'll say he's not hungry then take your food.

Most definitely knows the history of each and every sword. (Well, most of the history)

His room was stored with so many swords that eventually there's now a room DEDICATED to the swords he gets. Now under moderation.

Cannot bake for the life of him, he tried once to bake treats once for the Cloud Knights to thank them for their work but more batter got on him then in the cupcake trays...

If you're introverted and don't like to talk, that's okay! He'll do the talking, and if you do talk as well. He'll listen and engage with what you say.

If you're more extroverted however, then you two can be outgoing together! I see him enjoying to go on runs and even going on races with his friends! So if you're up for that, then you two can race each other a lot :>

He loves getting compliments and loves giving compliments. If you do as well, then picture a battle with him but it's just who can give out the most compliments in a minute.

Once you two are close enough, he'll see you as a younger/older sibling to him. But he won't say anything.

Teehee, honestly they're the best found family every in HSR dgriong

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr imagines #platonic hsr #hsr platonic #Jing Yuan x Reader #Jing Yuan x You #Yanqing x Reader #Yanqing x You #Platonic Yanqing x Reader #Platonic Yanqing x You #🎭 masked fools

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silkscream · 5 months

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CHAPTER 2: HEAVEN CANNOT WAIT FOREVER

ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader

He feels you shake. Earth-shattering, the feeling of you. Like you’re breaking the sky for him. It roots something deep inside him that wasn’t there before. Something blooming between violence and gauzy ecstasy. It knots his stomach until he breaks, too.

ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: smut (18+ mdni), virginity loss, protected sex (yay!!), fingering, satoru is annoying

ੈ✩ wc: 4.4k

ੈ✩ a/n: SMUT TIMEEEEE! one of my fav chapters just because it's so sweet. title is from the first taste by fiona apple. i'd love feedback <3 if you just comment about updates i will summon mahoraga on you.

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July, 2008

In front of you, the Gojo estate sprawls out. It's oversized and sukiya-style, adorned with gardens full of hanashobu. When you were younger and more naive, you daydreamed that your wedding ceremony would happen in such a place. The idea makes you feel silly now.

You now find the gargantuan display of wealth a bit repulsive, despite growing up here.

The emerging summer heat makes the back of your knees feel sticky already. You had opted for a simple shirt dress, light and linen, and robin’s egg blue, thinking Satoru would like the color.

God, this was stupid. He wouldn’t be paying attention to the color of your dress — he’d be much more concerned with what’s underneath. The thought makes your stomach flip, birds and wasps flurrying in your diaphragm. The kiss you’d shared hadn’t left your mind for days. You wonder if it was the same for him.

You're surprised that he's there to greet you himself. Otherwise, you would've let yourself in. He smiles at you, looking unfairly handsome in a black t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s not wearing his sunglasses.

“Look who decided to show up.”

You hum in greeting, brushing past him to move toward the stairs.

“Eager, are we?” he teases. “You didn’t even get me flowers.”

“You have a whole garden of them outside.”

“They’re much prettier when you arrange them, Twigs.”

He cocks his head to the side, eyes lingering on an ikebana sitting on the foyer table. You had arranged it last week. You sigh, immediately regretting your decision until he pushes you lightly on the small of your back. His cologne is sharp under your nose. Has he always smelled this good?

It didn’t occur to you that Satoru would ever wear cologne. He’d always smelled like plain soap, white musk. Boyish sweat after he’d play in the courtyard with you.

You follow him up the long staircase and into his bedroom. It’s plain as it always was — neutral colors and traditional paintings on the walls, courtesy of his mother. The only difference is that a king-sized bed replaces the tatami mat he’d preferred as a child.

You try not to look at him, instead, inspecting the bookshelves. You'd read half of his stack by the time you were twelve. Since then, it seemed that Satoru didn't continue an interest in reading the same way you had.

There’s a small photo peeking out of a book — you recognize the top of your head. As you pull it out, you see the two of you grinning in front of a lake. You are eight years old, freshly toothless, and your pigtails are unruly.

“I miss your braids, you know,” Satoru murmurs. He laughs when you jump a bit at the realization of his presence. The coolness of his palm settles on the nape of your neck. You used to tease him about that — how he’d stalk the hallways like a cat and catch you off guard. You thought he’d ought to wear a bell.

“You just liked tugging on them to piss me off.”

“You’re cute when you’re pissed off,” he shrugs.

You wonder if he can hear the echoing brag of your heart. You can’t blame the heat for how you feel, with his house being the perfect temperature of all times. He’s so casual in his T-shirt compared to you. You’re briefly self-conscious about whether your dress is tacky or garish. Too feminine with its floral pattern. You hadn’t worn the thing in years.

As if he’s read your mind, he calls your name and tells you that he thinks you look pretty today. He beckons you into his lap again.

This time, you sit next to him, too anxious to touch yet. He smiles at you again, cat-like, but sweet. Not teasing in his usual manner.

“You can kiss me, you know.”

“I— I know,” you frown. “I don’t need your permission.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Twigs?”

You close your eyes, pausing in front of his face as you notice his breathing get uneven. A subtle push forward makes you stop against a wall.

“You did not just use your Infinity—”

“Sorry,” Satoru laughs. “Still a little mad that you lied about your technique to me.”

You look at him with wide eyes, bottom lip trembling. Something between shame and self-effacement.

“I’m messing with you. Promise. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Despite that, there was never really any hiding from him. Even though you aren’t as close as you used to be, Satoru is somehow still intuitive to how you feel. It’s why he touches your jaw and curls a lock of your hair in between his fingers. He knows his gentle touch would make a shiver run down your spine.

He kisses you, finally. The way your mouth immediately parts to welcome him makes his stomach stir, a spark to ignite a fire. It’s curious and soft, and when he hears you mumble please when he pulls away, he succumbs completely.

His hand settles on your waist, then your thigh. The crux behind your knee. He doesn’t want to move too quickly despite his desperate desire. Your sweet sounds are making him boil over. It’s all so delicate, hanging on by the thinnest thread, and he doesn’t want to scare you away like a timid animal.

You melt into him, grasping the front of his t-shirt with enough eagerness to surprise him. It occurred to you that you liked surprising him this way. You enjoyed getting him flustered. As you feel his warm palms smoothing the flesh of your thighs, the skirt of your dress is already bunched up.

The sound of him groaning in your mouth is addictive. Even more so when it’s your name between his lips.

“Satoru,” you whisper.

“Yes?”

“I–I want–”

Want you to eat me. Want to stay in your lap.

“Gone speechless already?” he teases, brushing your nose with his despite your glare. “You don’t have to be all shy with me.”

You’d imagined being in his lap like this before, warm and fervid. Dream-like. But it’s more real than anything else, especially when you can feel his hardness underneath you.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Satoru’s voice is strained, raspy. There’s an unsung hymn inside of you somewhere, some cruel and divine power deep within that wants to tear him apart. Hearing him like this makes your pulse quicken.

“I want to,” you whisper. His eyes widen, snowy lashes flickering in surprise as if he wasn’t the one to invite you over. As if he wasn’t the one who had beckoned you into his lap and kissed you first. He’d argue that you’d tempted him if he had the strength to tease you again.

You have the urge to hide inside of him, consume him. There’s a question in the flicker of your eyes when you touch his inner thigh. Your eyes are wide.

Satoru makes a sharp inhale. He’s nervous – more nervous than he’s ever been in this kind of situation. It isn’t like he does this often despite his reputation. With you, it’s something entirely unprecedented.

“Kiss me again,” he says. You do. For a bit, you let the feeling of him wash over you, and then you try something new. Your teeth are at his neck. The nip of your incisors against his throat makes him groan, the sound inciting something wild in you.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

You nod.

He doesn’t undress you, not yet. He merely snakes an arm in between your thighs, gasping at the wetness that’s gathered at your core. Fuck.

“You can lean into me,” he rasps into your hair. “Make yourself feel good.”

You mewl – a helpless sound. A small rock of your hips grants you friction against his hand, but it’s not enough.

“You’re teasing me,” you whine.

“But you like it, don’t you?”

He smiles. Devilish again, like his usual self. He knows you’re a bit repressed, like him, but in a way that’s reserved. He wants to see you come undone, enjoys the begging tone of your moans too much.

Satoru skims his fingers along your thigh, wetting the skin with your slick. He pulls your underwear to the side to find your clit. The pressure of his fingers against it makes you shiver.

Your eyes close as you sigh. You can’t look at him – can’t remind yourself that he can see your face like this, falling apart in small breaths. The coil in your stomach aches.

“Tell me how it feels.” His voice is low, his breath tickling just beneath your ear.

“Good,” you reply, breathless. “Feels really good.”

He wants to ask for permission, but he can’t help it. The sight of your mouth parting in pleasure is so much. He wants to see how your face contorts when he touches you in different places. You have always been his favorite toy, haven’t you?

Without warning, he pushes an index finger into you, stifling a groan at your reaction.

“Want more? How do you like it?”

“I don’t– I don’t know?”

“You don’t touch yourself, Twigs?”

“Satoru, just– oh.”

You’re so wet around him. So tight. His cock throbs at the idea of being inside you.

“Another one?”

“Mhm.”

“Open your eyes. Want you to look at me.”

Your lashes flutter as you gasp into his mouth. He looks at you intently, mesmerized. Your hips jerk, grinding into his lap when he uses his thumb to circle your clit again, this time in a steady rhythm with two fingers inside your cunt.

Satoru exhales into your mouth, his jaw slack and moaning softly as if he’s being stimulated as much as you are. In a way, he is, from the friction of you in his lap. He thinks he might just cum in his pants from watching you. He’s never been this pent-up before.

You finish with a quiet gasp, clutching Satoru’s shoulders as you bury your face into his neck. When you pull back, he’s wonderstruck, eager to kiss your cheeks and your jaw and the space above your collarbone. His fingers, still wet with your slick, enter his mouth. He curses softly. You flush at the sight of his lips all dewy with the taste of you.

“Can I take this off?” He pulls at the hem of your dress. The sound of his voice shakes you back to Earth.

You nod, helping him slip the fabric off of your body.

It’s almost as terrible as it is tantalizing to be so vulnerable in front of him. Bare enough for him to make his mark on you, claiming you forever. You suppose he had done that long ago without you realizing.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he coos. He soothes a palm over your waist.

“Naked, you mean?”

Satoru laughs. Eyes hazy, summer blue. “Yes. But you’ve always been beautiful.”

You want to retaliate with something, ease your nerves with a joke, but the tenderness of his voice renders you speechless.

“Your turn,” you breathe, tugging at his sleeve.

When he rids himself of his shirt and sweatpants, you notice he’s as pale as moonlight. Smooth porcelain and filled-out muscle. Rigid. What happened to the lanky boy that used to pull on your braids?

“Got a staring problem?” he goads.

“Shut up.”

“Maybe if you lay back for me.”

You swallow. You listen to him. He looks at you, your hair fanning out on his pillow, your body bare and ripe for the taking. Satoru sits in front of you and coaxes your legs apart to kiss your knees, the back of your thighs. You mewl when he bites, nipping at you the same way you’d done to his neck.

“Look at you. So fucking pretty. Wanna eat you out.”

You have half a mind to say thank you, but the moment passes. You’re too fixated on the way his eyes trail down your body. How the brevity of his words makes you feel flayed alive.

When he kisses you a little too close to your core, you whine in protest and pull at his hair in a fit. He looks up at you, feigning dejection.

“I’m sorry, baby. What is it that you want, hm?”

Baby. Baby.

“Come kiss me.”

And he does, but it’s more violent this time. He doesn’t hold back on showing you how much he wants you, how badly he’s obsessed with you after seeing you fall apart so sweetly for him. The supercut of it will reel in his head long after this. He’s sure of it.

Satoru laves his tongue over the places on your neck that he’s bitten, and descends to your chest until he hooks his teeth around your nipple. He groans at the sound of your moan. His hands are still roaming, palms gripping the taut flesh of your thighs as he grinds lightly into your body enough for you to feel his hardness.

He wants to give you more, so he teases the swollen nub of your clit again with his fingertips and is delighted to feel that you’re even wetter than before – if that was even possible.

“Satoru!”

“Yes?”

Your breathing is so irregular that you can’t put your desire into words. Not without it tainting you with shame, at least. You plead with big eyes, but Satoru wants to tease you a little more. You wonder if it’s in his nature to be so cruel.

“Use your words, Twigs. What is it? You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles, kissing your temple. “You want a condom?”

You close your eyes, nodding, trying to savor the way he makes you feel and not the terrifying vulnerability that rots in the pit of your stomach. It’s all too much, much more than you had dreamt out, but you’re here now. You know there’s no going back. You know that when you open your eyes to see his soaking in so much light, looking at you with adoration, you wouldn’t want to go back anyway.

He’s quick to prod your entrance again. You nod slightly to permit him, clutching him like a lifeline.

“Let me know if it hurts too much, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kisses you hard, consuming you as a distraction as the head of him enters you little by little. You’re wet enough to not feel any resistance. When he’s pushed to the hilt of you, he moans against your mouth. He drinks up your exhale, trying not to consider it a painful one as he runs his fingers through your hair lovingly.

It’s a strange pain. Something of an ache in the core of you, twisting at your insides in a way that also feels like crushing ripe fruit. A delicate sensation as much as it is rough. Satoru is gentle in his movements, brushing your hair out of your face. He looks at you with utmost admiration.

“Is that— is that good?” you whisper.

“I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I?” he says. You feel the rumble of his laugh against your chest. “Does it hurt?”

“Only a little. But it—it feels nice.”

He slides his cock back to thrust into you again, slowly. It’s almost languid, lazy the way he slips back into you like the two of you have just woken up from a dream.

Satoru wants to be intentional with how he fucks you. Even within these past minutes, he’s convinced he’s gotten your reactions down to memory. He’ll be able to touch you in all the right ways the next time you fall into his bed. But if he’s intentional, if he fucks you the way he truly wants to, he’s worried it’ll be too much. Everything he feels for you is too much at the moment.

“Relax for me.” His voice is smooth as butter. Your reaction is a hot knife. You notice that for the first time in a long time, in front of you, his face is blushing pink. It makes your walls tighten around him.

He rolls his hips against yours. It’s ecstasy—the feeling of you encapsulating him in lust, in softness. The drawn-out whine that tumbles out of your mouth makes it all worthwhile as Satoru thrusts with the smallest bit of intention. Softly, lovingly. After a bit, his length begins to make you feel full without all the pain. Skin kissing skin. Insides fluttering.

You don’t notice the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. The pain subsides, but the pleasure stokes the fire in your stomach until it devours you completely.

He hitches your right leg higher, ankle past his shoulder. He feels so fucking reckless, but he’ll satiate you the way you deserve—sweet and painless and passionate. The way your bottom lip trembles is making it so fucking difficult for him to stay gentle, though.

He moans your name and it reminds you of yourself. Of your body, of inhabiting it and being consumed by your best friend who is not your best friend. And you love him, you realize, but it’s a worthless feat to think about it too much during your first time. You can at least play pretend while Satoru is inside of you, as he looks at you like he’s the one in love with you.

He bites at your neck as he ruts into you a little faster. He’s so deep that you think you might go brainless—dizzied with pleasure, overflowing with thrill.

“So fucking tight,” Satoru groans. He pushes up his body now, settles himself on his knees as he holds your thighs firmly. “Look at you. My pretty girl.”

“Satoru—” you whine, feeling too exposed, too bare with him hovering over you like this—“Oh, my god—”

You’re pushed over the edge when he thumbs at your clit again, your cunt tightening around him at the feeling. You look beautiful like this. Tears of an angel. It distracts him a bit, how pretty you look, until he realizes the power he holds over you. Knowing that he’s taking.

“Too rough, baby?” he coos, leaning over to kiss your cheeks, licking up your salty tears.

“Don’t stop,” you gasp. “S’good. Feels good.”

He’s pushed against you again, head buried into your neck. He pulls at your hair gently, angling your face to look at him. Noses touching. Mouths sharing air.

“Gonna cum,” you whine into a kiss. He groans at your admission, pulling you taut against him as he adjusts you both to your sides. He lifts your leg over his, rolling his hips harder, and the angle makes you cry out.

“Fuck,” he curses. His eyes are wide open, mooning at your face as you cum, and he can feel his release burying inside you to the hilt.

Even after you’re both spent, he’s greedy, still hard inside of you as he continues. Lazy movements, half in tandem with your ragged breaths. He grins at you then, breathless at your blurry gaze. Kisses you sweetly like a shared promise.

The comfortable silence falls between you as you swap kisses. You hum against his lips, caressing his jaw. Your eyes blink at the sight of rain outside his bedroom window. A light drizzle despite the orange sunlight.

“Hm,” Satoru purrs. “We brought the rain.”

“What, with an orgasm?”

“I’m pretty sure you had more than one.”

“You’re so obnoxious,” you mutter.

“And still inside you,” he grins.

He pulls out when you make a grumbled sound, contrasting the melody of his laugh. He has half the mind to take a picture of you like this, sprawled in his bed like a painting. He’d keep the image of it in his wallet if he could.

Instead, he goes to the bathroom to bring you a warm, wet rag and cleans you up. He’s able to catch his breath as he rubs his hands over your bare thighs. You’re changed, glowing, yet your face is so familiar. The same one he’s been fond of for years. The shift inside him aches.

Satoru isn’t sure what to do. Usually, he’s inebriated at this point, and the sex closes with a heavy, dreamless sleep after midnight. The sun shower outside has calmed down, barely there, and afternoon sunlight floods the room. He’s more awake than ever with your presence. He’s surprised you haven’t gotten up to get dressed or made some excuse about leaving. He realizes he doesn’t want you to.

It feels normal when he falls into bed with you after just touching your skin, slips into a sweet afternoon nap. Hours later, you make him dinner. He makes you cum again.

September, 2008

You don’t understand Satoru’s affinity for sugar. You would think he had an addictive personality the way he consumed sweets – you’re surprised he isn’t addicted to something worse, like cigarettes.

Lately, he’s been complaining about craving something sweet before he fucks you. He licks his lips as you share the same mango-flavored popsicle in the courtyard of his estate. Juice dribbling down your chin. It doesn’t take him long to get you knee-deep in the grass. He teases you, tells you your pussy is sweeter. The sweetest.

Other times, you have quiet nights. He watches movies with you in your room and has sex with you before you sleep. Over a few months, Satoru gets accustomed to how you sound when he touches you until he knows you inside out. Expert in the map of your body. Of the pillow-soft places he can tease to make you cum hard.

But he doesn’t take you out after. Or before. It’s always a rendezvous, the rest of the world dead to the both of you as you consume each other. A paradise restricted to a bed. He gets you so dizzy that it doesn’t bother you. He kisses you sweetly on his way out to see his friends. He kisses you sweetly before he’s quick to slip out your door or send you out on his own.

It’s perfect for him. You’re perfect — you feel it.

Satoru likes that you’re so pliable. He can say anything he wants to you and you’ll take it. You’ll even moan for it.

Sometimes he can be mean, sometimes he has tears rolling down your face, but he always kisses them away. He likes that you let him cum in your mouth.

He especially likes that you’re good company outside of the sex. You’re the only mind that gets him besides Suguru. It’s why he likes spending time with you when everyone else is busy. Even if he’s practicing his techniques and you’re splayed on the grass, reading a book.

It’s what you’re doing now. He’s convinced you’re trying to tempt him today. At the moment you’re wearing the pleated skirt from your school uniform, despite it being summer break. The July heat made it unbearable to wear pants. It was laundry day, too, but Satoru insisted on having you come over.

“Come play with me, Twigs,” he calls after you. You look like a dream in your little tank and little skirt. Bare legs with imprints of grass patterns.

“I’m reading.”

“Just because you have a healing technique doesn’t mean that you can’t practice combat.”

“Shoko doesn’t,” you scoff.

“Shoko is going to cheat her way through med school. C’mere, I’m lonely,” Satoru whines.

You’re not as good at fighting as you were when you were children, able to at least wrestle with Satoru and have equal footing. Even then, you didn’t have enough cursed energy to fight like a true sorcerer like Satoru.

But you are getting the hang of it, bleeding cursed energy that flickered a gauzy aura around you. Satoru wonders if it’s just his six eyes that make you look so beautiful in front of him. So soft.

He ends up pushing his weight on you by the end, anyway. He revels in the way you groan, annoyed at him for pinning you down. He knows what’s on your mind from the way you lift your hips for him almost involuntarily. It’s how he has you melt in his grasp, skirt hiked over your stomach as he bullies his cock into you. You’d been asking for it since you looked at him, your teasing eyes peeking from above your book.

He finishes on the small of your back like he always does. Licks over the hickey under your collarbone, too.

You ground him. At least as much as Suguru does, but differently. He’s clear-headed after he cums, laying with you skin to skin. It reminds him that he’s human rather than a god-like prodigy. He keeps you like a pet, never wanting to let you leave him, insisting on stroking through your hair like you’re a cat.

“This has to be some form of kidnapping,” you mutter, one afternoon in his bed. He’d kept you for at least 36 hours, this time. You would never hear the end of it from your mother.

“I can always go to your house.”

“I wonder if this is codependent,” you say. You scrunch your nose as he nuzzles his to yours.

“Nah,” Satoru hums lazily.

“You don’t think so, Satoru?”

“There’s a time limit for me to hang out with my best friend?”

His quip makes your heart pang. You ignore it.

He’ll release you when he feels like it. He knows well enough that you’d rather stay in his bed all day, anyway. He’s too wrapped up in you to think about how it may be cruel.

You stay long enough that your staycation with Satoru bleeds into his usual weekend plans. This includes a movie night with Suguru, so you join.

Satoru picks something raunchy, of course. Something horrific and exploitative in a way that draws attention from its taboo. A cinematic car wreck that has your head spinning.

He whispers in your ear, teasing you, calling you baby whenever Suguru goes to the bathroom. He has his hand on your thigh, fingertips under the blanket, and close enough to your core to make you dripping wet.

And then, as the movie progresses, you tuck your body towards Suguru, who shares your distaste for such violence. Even if it’s fictional. As Satoru watches his worlds collide and sees the way Suguru’s fox eyes light up at your banter, something odd flickers inside him.

When the new semester starts in the fall, he doesn’t look at you as he walks past you.

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