#like are these butterflies in my stomach??

[mariasont]

Tie a Tie - S.R

a/n: i'm a slut for a good tie

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pairings: spencer reid x bimbo!receptionist!reader

summary: you ask spencer to teach you how to tie a tie

warnings: cuties being cute!

wc: 1.2k

"How do you tie a tie?" 

The question and the voice attached to it made Spencer do a double take, his pencil pausing mid-stroke. He directed he gaze upward, and there you were. Beside his desk. Looking angelic as ever.

Today, your hair was embellished with ribbons, pretty pink bows tied neatly above your two braids. It was cute.

You hardly visited at his desk, in fact, this might be the first time. He had always been the one to seek you out at your receptionist desk.

He realized the lapse in conversation had gone on longer than what social norms dictate. He cleared his throat and reached up to rub his neck, offering you sheepish yet attentive look. 

"Do I have something on my face?" The question came with an uncharacteristic frown that didn't suit you. A shimmering nail reached up, brushing your cheek as he fought the urge to replace your hand with his.

"No, no sorry," he assured quickly, a sense of equilibrium returning as your mouth flipped into a bright smile. "Just--, you want to know how to tie a tie?"

His intention wasn't to question you, but he was curious. What did you need to know how to tie a tie for? The answer seemed clear, yet unwelcome, as he begrudgingly considered the possibility of a significant other in your life, leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

"Yes," you affirmed, nodding like one of those dashboard bobbleheads, sending your ribbons dancing. "There's this outfit on Pinterest that I wanted to recreate, but it needs a tie, and well, I immediately thought of you, Dr. Reid. You're the tie expert, after all. I know you're super busy, so it's totally okay if now isn't a good time, but maybe you could text me? Or write it down, or--" 

The tension dissipated from his frame, and he interjected with a soft smile. "Yeah, no problem at all. I'll teach you," he said, rising to grab an empty chair. He placed it opposite his, motioning for you to take a seat. "And please, It's Spencer."

He doesn't know how many times he's told you that Dr. Reid sounded too formal coming from you. 

"Oh, right, Spencer." They way his name rolled off your tongue sent a wave of warmth through him. You bit your lip, crossing one leg over the other, the tip of your kitten heel brushing his calve in the process. "Thank you so much. I tried to watch YouTube tutorials, but it wasn't really working out."

"It's no problem," he said, trying to keep his cool as his surveyed the vacant office, immensely grateful the team was out on a case, and he was left behind to work on documents. 

It wasn't that he was embarrassed by you, he would be an idiot to feel that way. He was embarrassed by how utterly out of control he felt around you. "Uh, here--"

His hands moved with practiced ease, a brief hesitation passing before he placed it around your neck. Your smile was disarming, compelling him to avert his gaze to prevent any impulsive actions. Gently, he swept your hair aside at the nape of your neck, careful not to entangle it with the fabric.

Spencer's fingers stalled, suspended over the smooth silk encircling you. The awareness of your focused gaze was palpable, almost tangible.

"Okay," he started, his tone even despite the butterflies attacking at his stomach. "The first thing you need to do is cross the long end over the short end, like this."

He illustrated the motion, his hands lightly skimming over your collarbone, eliciting a soft giggle from the unexpected tickle.

"Like this?" you repeated, your tongue making a brief appearance against your pink stained lips, trying to follow his lead.

"Exactly," he confirmed with a nod, smile inching across his face. "Now you bring the long end up through the loop around your neck."

His touch was light on the fabric, his fingertips just grazing the skin below your ear, a reaction visible in the slight shiver that traveled over you, goosebumps taking over. 

You watched his every move, your head tilting to the side, a lock of hair falling into your face. "And then?"

"Now, you fold it down through the knot you've just made." Spencer's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he focused on the task at hand. "Pull it all the way though, and then adjust the tightness by holding the short end and sliding the knot up."

With his guidance, you managed to complete the knot. "I did it!"

The excitement in your eyes was infectious, and he felt the rosy hue take over his face, a blush he couldn't contain at the sight of you. His laughter spilled out in response.

"You're a quick learner." His hands remained on the tie, a touch too long, maybe. 

The intrusive ring of his phone fractured the moment, like a glass dropping on hard ground. He glanced at the caller ID--Hotch, of course--and sighed.

"Sorry, I have to take this."

"It's okay. Thank you for the help, Spencer."

--

Spencer almost died the moment you entered the bullpen the next morning, almost toppling over and dying of asphyxiation because of how easily you took his breath away.

There you were, in what he could only deduce was the Pinterest inspired outfit, a pink tie neatly arranged around your neck, its tail slipped into the waistband of your skirt.

"Spencer, you forgot your tie yesterday," you called out, extending the forgotten piece of fabric with a smile.

A red akin to a ripe strawberry bloomed across Spencer's face as he watched Morgan and Prentiss freeze mid-step, exchanging knowing looks as they glanced between you two.

"Reid, what's this about a tie?" 

Of course, Morgan was butting in, because it just wouldn't be a normal day of work if he wasn't.

"It's not--We didn't--," he faltered, his eyes meeting yours, finding an innocent cluelessness to the implications around them. Opting to dismiss the others, he focused on you, taking the tie with hands that weren't quite steady. "I mean, thank you."

You simply beamed at him.

"Do you like my outfit?" you asked, doing a little twirl that made the hem of your skirt flare out. He had to avert his eyes, knowing that the way he was looking you over would certainly not be perceived as innocent. "I got your text with the instructions. It was so sweet because I definitely did not remember everything you said yesterday. It gets kind of confusing with all the steps."

He was momentarily lost for words. "It's... you look... amazing."

Spencer was still fumbling for words when you stepped closer, the soft scent of your perfume wrapping around him.

"Well, it's all thanks to you."

Before he could respond, your rose onto the balls of your feet and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. It was quick, innocent, but it left his knees feeling like they might buckle

As you pulled away, his skin tingled where your lips had been, and he stood there, utterly dumbstruck, his face a canvas painted with various shades of pink.

Morgan stared at him, his eyebrows raised in silent question, but Spencer didn't care. For a short moment, he didn't care about anything else--not the case files, not the teasing of his colleagues, not the world outside. There was only the warmth on his cheek and the sudden lightness in his chest. 

He decided this was his new lucky tie. 

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[castiwls]

winner - a.d

Paring; art x coach!reader

Requested; no

Synopsis; art finally won and you both couldn't be happier

Warnings; mentions of cheating (reader and art mentioned to be having an emotional affair)

Notes; i saw challengers today and oh my god I am obsessed!!! i immediately had brain rot and had to write something so here's this! (p.s the reader is like a co-coach idk tbh but she works with him :) )

reqs and inbox are open !

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The feel of your nails biting into your palm seemed muted as your eyes stayed locked on the small green ball. The world seemed to slow as you watched it soar through the air back and forth. Back and forth.

Your breath seemed to stick in your throat every time the ball soared over the court and back towards Art. You held your breath waiting for the moment he’d miss yet it never came. It was almost like watching a machine, every hit was perfect.

This seemed to go on for a lifetime. The world faded away until suddenly the crowd erupted into a sea of cheers. The sound of Tashi yelling pulled you back to reality and you shot up from your chair on autopilot. Unsure if you should cheer or begin damage control you looked down to the scoreboard, a small gasp leaving your lips.

He’d done it. He’d really won.

A laugh escaped your lips as you felt a rush of relief and excitement rush through you. Art’s eyes found yours from his spot on the court and he grinned up at you. The relief on his face was obvious as he stood taking in the sight before him. It had been so long since he’d walked away from a match feeling this good that he’d forgotten how it felt to win.

How it felt to know that no matter what Tashi scolded him for it wouldn’t take away the fact that he’d won. 

“Art!” Your voice called out from behind him, your joy seeping into your tone. His smile only seemed to widen as he turned to see you walking towards him. Your body screamed at you to move faster, but you forced that need down. As you neared closer he quickly moved to meet you halfway, his arms engulfing you as the cheers continued.

The feeling of his arms squeezing around your waist left butterflies forming in your stomach. His body shook slightly as he pressed his face into your hair. “You won.” Smiling you pulled back slightly, his arms still encircling your waist.

“I won.” He repeated grinning down at you. You nodded another laugh of joy escaping you as he pulled you back in again, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

The feeling of holding you left him even more giddy than the relief of finally winning. His wife seemed like a distant thought as you stood there, both basking in the glory of his win.

You’d always been the one who kept him going. You’d always believed that he could come back from his slump, and you were right. 

Art pulled back briefly looking over to the stands. Tashi had disappeared and he frowned slightly. “Hey.” You touched a hand to his cheek drawing his attention back to you. “She went to go deal with the winnings. She’ll be back.” You assured him.

Art nodded before another grin broke out on his face. “I really did it.” He could hardly believe it himself. Part of him had believed that maybe he’d overstayed his welcome and that he was simply no longer good enough at the thing he’d dedicated his life to.

“I told you!” You laughed moving your hand from his cheek to his shoulder. “And I’m so proud.”

He felt his cheeks heat at the praise as he tipped his chin down. “You don’t have to-”

“I mean it, Art. You deserve this.” 

He looked back up to you after a moment, his eyes locking on yours. He felt himself get lost in your eyes for a moment and he raised a hand to your cheek. You subconsciously leaned into the touch your eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

He knew it was wrong. He was married, yet when he looked at you he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. With Tashi the only thing keeping them together was tennis, but you were different.

You didn’t care about how well he played. You only cared about him and it felt so good to finally have someone who didn’t just see him as an extension of themselves and their stolen dreams.

Art had been in love with you for years and standing here now he felt it more then ever.

His thumb brushed against your lip for a moment before he took a deep breath. Drawing you into another hug he enjoyed the feeling of holding you yet again.

“Thank you.” He murmured, his lips brushing your ear causing a shiver to run through you. A slight blush grew on your cheeks at the closeness before you cleared your throat. Shaking your head you looked up at him. “You don’t have to thank me. You did this.”

He shook his head. “No. You never gave up on me. Even when she almost did.” Art dropped his voice leaning down slightly. His eyes darted down to your lips and you felt your breath catch in your throat again.

You knew it was wrong. Having a crush on a married man was bad enough but you knew your relationship with the man had passed the platonic marker months ago. Tashi was well aware of her husband's fondness for you, yet she’d never cared.

She’d openly admitted to you soon after you’d started working with them both that she couldn’t be the person to coddle him when things went wrong. And that was where you came in. 

Starting an emotional affair with the man you were meant to be training was an awful idea. But it felt so right. Art needed someone to fall back on when things went wrong, someone who would hold him and tell him it would be okay.

You’d fallen into the routine with him so effortlessly that it felt natural.

Before you could warn him of the people around you, you felt his lips press against yours. A small noise escaped your lips as one of your hands cupped the back of his head. 

One of his hands drew you closer by the waist while his other cupped your cheek. 

You both knew this was bad. Someone was bound to notice but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

All that mattered was that he’d won.  

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[risuola]

ENTRY #10 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

You make my heart do things it's not supposed to do.

contents: arranged marriage!au, teeth rotting fluff, nothing else — 1k words

a/n: expect me to drop few entries very quickly because they are all finished in my drafts <3

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It still flustered him.

Satoru never, not once in his 28 years of life, felt more confused, than right now. Why was his heart doing backflips in his chest? He sat there, on the wooden chair frozen and thankful for the furniture that held his weight because if suddenly it’d be taken away, he would collapse to the floor, meet the cold kitchen tiles and melt against them into a puddle of mess. He was there, stuck in time with his head empty and heart racing in his chest, rumbling against the cage of his ribs while you were going about the day without a care and attention to his pathetic state. A state you reduced him to.

It’s been few minutes already and Gojo sat there in silence, watching your back as you were washing fruit in the sink, snacking on the juicy strawberries he grabbed for you earlier that morning — a gesture foreign to his own body but he wanted, for once, to be the person who made you smile and not only experience the effect of someone else’s doing. He woke up earlier that day, before the sun even peaked above the horizon line and with his thoughts racing and stomach full of butterflies, he went on a very special mission.

It was a tiny market, way outside Tokyo but with the loveliest sellers. He found a booth he eyed once when on the job in the area, a stand full of little hand-woven baskets, each of them brimmed with fruit. The strawberries were red, some very bright and some very deep in color, glistening in the early sun with the morning dew that scattered across the surface looked as if little crystals were adorning the harvest. Satoru smiled and the old lady smiled as well.

“How can I help you, young man?” She asked, spreading her arms invitingly and Satoru could tell, by the look of her calloused hands, stained in juice and dirt, she was working hard every day to make a living.

“My wife loves strawberries,” he began, catching himself on the ease with which the word wife left his mouth, “but I don’t know much about picking the best ones. Could you help me with that?”

“You came to the right place, son!”

Just few moments later, Satoru was walking slowly towards his house, after warping back into the city. In his hand, a bag hung hooked over his fingers, full of those little baskets and their contents. He might have gone overboard with the purchase, but the joyful tears that welled in the eyes of that old woman when he paid her for fruit — definitely much more than it was worth according to the prices — he had no regrets. In result he carried the bagful of not only strawberries but also some apples, raspberries and sweet cherries — all of which he was forced to take, despite his initial plans of getting only the red ones you like so much.

“There you are, right on time,” your beautiful, melodic voice greeted him the moment he swung the doors open, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He could’ve bought you flowers as well, he planned to do so, but he had to evacuate himself from the grasp of that one seller lady, because as lovely as she was, if he stayed a moment longer, she would pack him her entire harvest of that morning. “I thought you went out earlier, but I made breakfast for you anyway.”

“I went for a little walk,” he said, trying to sound as nonchalant and at ease as he could despite the rageful whirl of butterflies in his stomach. Why was he so nervous? “And I bought you these.”

A soft thud barely made itself apparent above the cacophony of clinking plates and cutlery, but it was enough to catch your attention. You looked at him, curious, and somewhat carefully reached into the bag now rested on the kitchen table. Your face brightened up, your eyes glimmered and you smiled — and Satoru could’ve sworn he’s never seen something more beautiful. You reminded him of a child that got a toy it dreamed of. Pure happiness washed over your features and he wondered if it was always that easy to bring joy to your otherwise calm self.

“Oh my god, Satoru–“ you gasped out, fishing out one of the berries and after a short rinse under the water, you popped it into your mouth and melted. He was told by the woman in the market that the type she was growing on her fields was exceptionally sweet, with the right amount of tang and a lot of juice.

“Tasty?” He asked, watching how you savored the flavor with pure pleasure.

They were tasty. He found out himself, because when your lips pressed to his own, he forgot how to breathe and the only things on his mind were the plushiness of your mouth and that sweetness. His body moved on its own, his hands found their place on your hips, pulled you in, as if it was a natural reaction for him to bring you closer.

And then, before he managed to secure his grip on you, you were gone from his proximity, leaving only the lingering taste of strawberries on his lips and a growing confusion.

I love you.

He heard that right, a gentle whisper against his mouth. You said it, this time you said it for sure, this time he was sure the words actually were spoken, not read between lines.

“Sit down, Satoru, eat your breakfast,” you sing-sang happily, as if you didn’t stop the entire globe just now. As if you didn’t just alter the universe he was in, shifting the rhythm of the muscle in his chest permanently. As if you didn’t just tell him you love him.

But he sat down, afraid to not lose his balance and absentmindedly shoved a piece of a pancake into his mouth.

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[iluvgayrats]

Drunk in love.

paige x reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTT with some plot, fluff, cussing, alcohol, pet names? (If that is one) I think that's all

A/n- this is my first fic. If it's terrible I'm open to constructive criticism! Also I literally live for Paige being a soft switch so that's literally all it is. Also I gave up on the ending bc i didn't know how to write it.

You were sitting next to Paige at the bar everyone goes to after a win. You could tell Paige was getting drunk because she's was getting a little more....handsy.

Right now her hand was rubbing up and down your thigh under the table while she talks about the highlights of the game to the team. Her fingers glide from your hip to your knee, her thumb ever so slightly on the inside of your thigh.

You and Paige had been friends since 6th grade when the blonde almost knocked you out during gym with a basketball. Figures.

"shoot, are you okay?" Little paige said.

"Yea I'm good, just dizzy."

"yea let's get you to the nurse, may have just given you a concussion.." she replied with concern.

Ever since then, y'all have been inseparable. Spending most weekends at each others houses or at her tournaments. She taught you the game of basketball. (Which you later came to love) And you rambled about the books you just finished. You were basically sisters.

When highschool started, Paige convinced you to join the Hopkins basketball team. At first you were adamant on just showing up for games, but blondie would not shut up about it till you tried out.

The next 4 years were the best of your life. Spending time with the team, especially paige. Going the state championships, and just being able to have fun.

Nothing changed when you both got into Uconn, She continued basketball while you studied literature and womens studies. You were always around the team, they loved you and you were practically part of the team.

Which leads us back to the bar. KK and Aaliyah dancing to the music blasting through the building while the whole team laughed and videoed them. Paiges hand still lingering around your leg as she drinks her Shirley Temple she swears has no alcohol. (Bull. Shit.)

"Paige you may want to slow down, you'll be miserable tomorrow." You say as she chugs her 3rd one down.

"nah baby I'll be fine."

"baby" that word. The word she uses when shes drunk and talks to you. The one that makes your heart stop, the one that makes your stomach fill with butterflies. The one that makes you wet asf. God you were so gay for this girl.

A few hours pass, and sleepy Paige is half awake on your shoulder while everyone starts to say their goodbyes.

"hey, p?" You say in a whisper

"hm?"

"Ready to go home?"

"mhm"

Now, just because you don't play basketball anymore, doesn't mean you don't go to the gym. Your pretty strong, strong enough to hold the 5'11 guard to the car. You pick her up bridal and haul her ass to the car near the entrance.

When you get home you wake Paige up again and walk her to your shared second story dorm, opening it up and locking the door behind you. Paige is a little more perky now, you made her eat crackers while she was still awake on the way home.

"Paige you wanna get a shower or just get comfy?"

"I'm tired" she clings onto you like she always does, always making you turn red.

"okay sweet girl, let's get you ready for bed." You help her to the bathroom and brush the gel out of her hair.

"you think you can get dressed on your own?" You ask

"Mhm"

"okay, get dressed and go to sleep okay?" You start to walk towards the door before she stops you.

"no, stay please"

"What?"

"stay here, please?" She begs

"Okay, let me change first."

"no, just wear one of my shirts, don't want you to go" she says as she stumbles to her drawer, grabbing a shirt with her name and number on the back.

You take the shirt and go into her connected bathroom to change before walking out. You see Paige staring you you.

"you look hot in my number"

"excuse me?"

You watch her look you up and down with a look of pure lust, making you wet by just standing there.

She gets up and walks towards you. "You look hot." "Extremely hot." You feel her hands on your waist, the sudden confidence she had, mixed with the tired rasp in her voice turned you on instantly.

"Paige, your drunk. Let's not do anything you'll regret." You say, your voice shaking slightly.

"mmm, I'm gonna regret not doing anything."

With that, your pinned against the wall, the taller blonds lips connected with yours. God she feels amazing. Her hands travel up and down your sides while yours find her hair.

"fuck, p. Please" your breathe between kisses.

"please what ma?" She replies.

"wanna feel good"

That's all you had to say before she whips you both around to her bed, laying you down gently without breaking the kiss. Her lips find their way to your neck just as her knee finds a way to your core. Causing you to moan from the sensation.

"paige please, fuck." You whine.

"shh, I'm gonna make you feel good baby, don't worry."

She lifts up your shirt, revealing the white sports bra underneath, which is also quick to come off.

"so pretty for me. So pretty." She praises as on of her hands travel to your tit, her mouth connecting to the other. You moan and arch your back, trying to get more friction to your clit.

her hand finds your heat, realizing you don't have shorts on, she starts rubbing your clothed bundle of nerves. The moans and whimpers coming from you surprise her. They sound almost pornographic.

"there you go ma, so wet for me." She whispers into your ear sending signals throughout your body.

"Paige please, please, fuck. Please fuck me"

She groans hearing your pleas for her. "Lift your hips up, princess." She guides your underwear down your legs and throws them on the ground before slowly pushing a finger into you. Earning a moan from you and a groan from her.

"good girl. so tight for me. Taking me so well." She praises.

"Paige more please. Please, need more"

She adds another finger, immediately curling them into your g-spot.

"Fuck baby please" the bubble in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as she moves her fingers.

"taking me so well pretty girl, so so good."

Paige feels you coming closer to the edge, so she dips her tongue into you, moving it with her fingers. A pornographic moan comes from your mouth as you tense up and shudder, cuming all over her fingers. She wastes no time cleaning up and helping you ride out your high.

"taste so good my gorgeous girl, so good."

After catching your breath with sweet kisses from Paige you lift yourself up on your elbows.

"wanna make you feel good paigey" you breathe out. "Please"

You sit up and kiss her, tasting yourself mixed with the alcohol on her lips.

"okay my love" she says, taking her shirt and bra off as well as her boxers.

You watch in awe, she beautiful. Her hair, her arms, her toned abs, god she's so pretty. You keep looking down until you see her soaking cunt.

"your beautiful" your say, still amazed.

You make your way to her clit. Floating your fingers and touching on the sensitive area lightly, making Paige squirm and whimper.

"please" she says, watching your every move.

You come up from her heat and kiss her lips, then her jaw, her neck, leaving a few hickeys and down her chest. Sucking slightly on her nipple and swiping over the other, hear her low moans.

"baby please please." She begs.

Hearing her become so vulnerable under your touch after giving you the best orgasm of your life gives you a confidence boost as you start bringing your hand down to her heat, sweeping your finger up and down her fold.

"doing good paige. So good." You whisper, finally dipping your finger into her, earning a gasp and moan from her mouth.

Realizing one finger would never get her to the edge, you add another, going faster and curling into the spot that makes her moan loudest.

"Fuck ma, please." She breathes

"I got you Paige, taking it so well."

You replace your fingers with your tongue. Dipping it into her heat as you suck at it, your nose hitting the bundle of nerves above her entrance.

She grips the shears, wrapping her legs around your head as you go deeper into her. Feeling her start to shake, you keep your pace, adding more pressure. You hear her get louder and finally scream from pleasure as she reaches her high.

You lick her clean before making contact with her lips again.

"so good baby, you did so well."

As both of you catch your breath, she wraps up into your arms and you fall asleep stroking her hair.

"god I fucked up."

~-TIME SKIP-~

In the morning, you wake up and realize what happened. Fuck. You end up carefully pulling yourself from the blondes tight embrace and start to gather and put on your clothes, but not before she wakes up.

"hey, what are you doing?" She asks groggly

"Paige I'm so sorry." You reply with watery eyes. Your scared for your friendship. You let your feelings take over. She was drunk and probably didn't feel the same.

"hey hey, ma come here" she says in a comforting tone.

You walk over to the bed with the naked guard wrapped up in blankets. She watches you sit down and look at her.

"I know I was drunk. But I wanted that. Don't feel like it was just a drunk hookup, at least for me? I feel like there's more to it." She explains, wiping a tear that fell to your cheekbone.

"really?"

"Definitely" she pulls you into her lap. Hugging you for a while before speaking again. "I want you to be my girlfriend"

"Paige what?" You pull away surprised

"be my girlfriend. I can't just live with you as my friend. I want you."

You think, not for long that is.

"why not" you peck her lips.

"fucking finally" she sighs, burying her face into your neck, leaving a small kiss there.

like I said, this was my first fic. I'm hoping y'all like it and thank you for reading till the end. I tried not using y/n because I thought it would be challenging so that happened.

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[tosotd-f1]

McLaren Orange

*based off the song “tennessee orange” by megan moroney*

lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff *first person pov*

summary: y/n was raised in a ferrari family, but a special driver in the papaya car gets her to wear the mclaren orange.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. My hand hovered over my mothers contact, shaking from the knots in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't be nervous, but knowing the way my family is I couldn't help it. Finally after convincing myself to tap the icon, my phone began to ring. The ring went on an awful long time, making me feel even more terrified.

"Hi Mama," I say into the phone once she picked up.

"Hey darling," Her sweet voice echos into my ear. How am I supposed to tell her this?

"I've got some news for you," My voice cracks.

"Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" Her tone becomes serious, I could tell she had her eyebrow raised looking towards my father.

"I'm not in trouble, Mama" I laugh slightly, "But, don't tell dad about this, please."

There was silence on the other side of the phone. I knew she was debating listening to my request, but also on not. I heard her shuffle around a bit. Maybe she headed into a different room for privacy.

"I know you guys raised me to know right from wrong, and I know you're thinking I did something wrong, but don't worry everything is okay." I sigh, "It's just, I've never really felt this way. I don't know where to start."

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." She reassures me, my heartbeat already calming down.

"I met this guy," I mentally smack my head in embarrassment.

"Oh, I was expecting something totally different." She laughs loudly.

"He's got these gorgeous blue eyes." I feel my cheeks grow warm just thinking about the way his eyes look into mine. "He even opens the door for me. I don't think he's made me cry once."

I had met Lando after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix. A couple of my friends and I decided to go out for the night, we needed some freedom. Just that morning we were all wearing our red gear, cheering for the Ferrari's as they raced. Lando just happened to be at the club we decided to go to. He was with a couple of his friends, hanging around the dj booth in the back. I must have felt risky that day because I walked up to him, congratulating him on his race. Yes, I congratulated the enemy. We ended up talking a little longer. A little longer was the rest of the night.

"He's not from where we're from." I explained, "But, he feels like home somehow."

"Where's he from?" She qustions.

"The United Kingdom, Bristol actually." I tell her.

"He sounds like a very lovely guy," She compliments him. This makes my heart warm. Hopefully the rest of the story wont make her too upset.

"I've done things I've never done before with him, Mama." She could probably hear my wide smile through the phone. "He took me to this beautiful restaurant the other night. Oh, and we went cliff diving too!"

Talking about just a few of the adventures we had been on together already made my stomach burst with butterflies. Thinking back to when our hands were holding tight to each other as we jumped off the tall cliff, waiting for our fall to be caught by the blue water. When he gave me his jacket after our dinner because it was raining.

"There is one thing though," I hesitate.

"What is it?"

"Mama, he's a driver." I try to lead up to the fact that he's a big racing star, but not for our big team.

"He's a driver? Like a racer?" Her voice fills with excitement. "Are you dating Charles Leclerc?"

"No Mama, not him." I laugh, "He's not on Ferrari."

Yet again there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mama, he drives for McLaren." I whisper, a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I did so. "Lando Norris."

I heard the door open from the phone, she was walking up to my father.

"He took me to Spain with him, that's why I was gone for a little while. He gave me the hat he had sitting on his dash when we got to the airport." I try to distract her from telling any information to my father. As long as he's a good guy why should it matter? "Mama, can you forgive me? Don't tell dad, please. I like him a lot."

"Honey, I'm not mad at you. I can't change the fact you like this boy. As long as he doesn't make you forget you look better in red." She sighs, the phone now on speaker mode.

"I don't know, his smile makes me forget sometimes." I fiddle with the rings on my finger.

"Hi daddy," I say quietly, knowing hes listening into the conversation. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Your mother and I are so happy for you, Y/n. I could never be mad at you for chasing your heart."

"I still am rooting for Ferrari, don't worry." I laugh, feeling relieved by their acceptance. "But if you every see me wearing McLaren. Just know I'm wearing the orange for him."

#lando x reader #lando norris #charles leclerc #formula one #formula 1 #ferrari #mclaren #f1 #f1 x reader #mclaren f1 #ferrari f1

[livelaughlovesubs]

poor baby caelus needs to destress after everything he's been through in penacony... praise spilling out of my lips as i work my hands over his cock and unravel him inch by inch at dream's edge....... he doesn't need to do anything, he's already accomplished enough: pretty boys like him deserve to be gently ruined and made love to! so, with that in mind, he can whine and beg to his heart's content — 🧬

Dom!reader x sub!Caelus

Warning: fluff, handjob, praise and pet names like: darling, dear, love

“P-please…!” He begged, over and over again. A never ending circle of his adorable pleads. “It’s alright darling, so need to be worried, I’ll make you feel good.” After another hectic and busy day, your dearest partner was exhausted to the point he couldn’t stand anymore. How your heart throbs whenever he comes back home to only crash into the bed. In your eyes, he deserved nothing but the gentlest, most precious treatment.

The two of you were both on the bed, lying on your sides. You hugged him from behind, delicate hands carefully wrapped around his leaking member. “Good boy.. just like that, you are doing so well my love.” One hand was pumping him up and down, giving him a handjob, while the other teased his toned body. Giving him belly rubs, or brushing your fingers over his abs. Anything just to tell him how much you appreciate him. His precum stuck to your palm, acting as some kind of lube and helping you move easier. “Hnngh… please, y/n.” Your poor baby whines, gazing at you over his shoulder, tears were swelling inside his eyes. How adorable he was, like a lost puppy.

“You don’t need to do anything, dear, just lay back and enjoy.” Thats the least you could do for him, ravishing him with genuine love and affection. His lips trembled each time your thumb rubbed his slit, making him want to wriggle away from you, from the overwhelming pleasure. He was also twitching a lot in your hand. Luckily you were behind him, cuz he would be too embarrassed to show you his face right now. Drool was hanging out from the corners of his mouth running all the way down to his chin. Cheeks a rosy pink matching his crimson ears, hair stuck to his forehead in a messy manner all due to the thin layer of sweat coating his body.

You loved him, you adored him like nothing else. He was your pretty boy, your gorgeous little thing, something you wanted to cherish and protect at all costs. A shiver ran down his spine when he noticed you kissing the back of his neck, whenever you talked the vibrations of your voice would make him shake. His heart always jumped so much when he was with you. “Hm-nghh.. please, y/n, please..” every time he begged you with that honey sweet voice of his, you could feel butterflies in your stomach. Why was he so cute? This should be a sin, it’s so adorable that you want to eat him up. With a soft tone, you said, “please what, my dear? I’ll give you whatever you want.”

#sub character #sub!character #dom reader #dom!reader #sub hsr #sub honkai star rail #sub caelus #caelus #caelus hsr #caelus honkai star rail #caelus smut #caelus x reader #Caelus x y/n #Caelus x you #🧬 anon

[wanderingblindly]

On Intimacy (Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, 600 words, Drabble)

Written in a 20-minute sprint with some very supportive besties on Discord, who are single handedly prying me from my writing slump. For the prompt: "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you"

God, it's embarrassing. He's only 24 years old, he's a professional athlete. Allegedly, he's in his prime – he should be, at least. And yet, staring down at his trainers beside the door, he's not.

He leans forward a fraction of a centimeter, hardly visible.

His back twinges.

It shows on his face.

It's been like this for days; the double headers and endless hours on the plane are taking their toll, the rough tracks are the icing on the cake. Jon's doing his best to work on him, he's doing his best to take care of it, and yet. And yet.

He can't bend down to get his shoes on, back extra stiff first thing in the morning.

He could do it, really, if he just admitted that he had to do it differently. Bending at the knee, keeping his back mostly stiff – he could do it. But he shouldn't have to; he's Lando Norris, he eats his stupid trainer-approved food and sleeps early when his schedule necessitates it.

His cheeks start to grow hot, vision going blurry with a destabilizing wash of budding tears.

Embarrassing.

"You ready to go?" Oscar calls from the kitchen, closing the fridge and probably tossing a water bottle between his hands. He raises a brow at Lando when he approaches the entryway, noticing Lando's fixated stare at his feet – at his trainers just a step away. "Lando?"

"Yeah," He says, wincing at the wobble in his voice.

Embarrassing.

But he can do it, of course he can do it. So he leans forward before jerking still – unable to keep the wince off his face. The tears – hot and frustrated and pricking at him from the inside – lose their battle with gravity, sliding down his cheeks.

"You're meeting with Jon first thing, right?" Oscar asks calmly, closing the distance between them with a quick stride. Lando nods, rubbing harshly at his eyes like he can will the tears away.

He doesn't see Oscar slide down to one knee, but he hears his water bottle thud against the floor.

With his palms still pressed to his eyes: "Get up." Lando's voice cracks, awash with a new wave of mortification.

"It's fine," He says, and Lando looks; Oscar's looking up at him, he tilted slightly to the side, fingers making quick work of loosening Lando's laces.

"I don't need you to put on my fucking shoes," The words are harsh, but his voice is pathetic; he's not angry, but rather hurt – self-flagellating.

Oscar shrugs, putting the shoe back on the ground and grabbing Lando's ankle. "I know you don't," His voice is calm, gaze fixed on guiding Lando's foot into the trainer, tying it up.

Lando's breath catches at the delicacy of his touch, something about it burrowing deep in his chest.

One shoe on and the other in hand, Oscar looks back up at him – the thin skin under his eyes flushed pink, lips quirked into the soft half-smile he saves just for when they're alone.

"But I want to." He finishes, driving the point home by reaching for Lando's other ankle.

"It's –" Lando starts to protest instinctively. Degrading. Unnecessary. Awkward.

Oscar cuts him off. "You know I'd do anything for you." He ties the second shoe with a sense of finality, not leaving any room for Lando's poor attempt at pride.

"Yeah," Lando says softly, pulling Oscar's gaze back up to him. He stands slowly, not breaking eye contact – nearly nose to nose. "Thanks."

"Of course," He smiles, leaning forward for a chaste kiss. "We're gonna be late to the track."

It's dizzying. Lando feels like he's floating on air, images of Oscar looking up at him running behind his reddened eyes.

He fights the butterflies in his stomach to get it out: "Right."

#did i edit this? NO! #am i hoping to write some fics tonight? YES! #thank you to my discord angels i'm kissing u all on the forehead as we speak #landoscar #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #landoscar fanfic

[ja3yun]

bro imagine tdh heeseung telling yn to come over real fast bcs he practically owns her and when she arrives he gave yn a bouquet of flowers just because like crazy but heeseung’s new cover just STUCK IN MY MIND

okaaaay my mind went wild with this so this might not be what you are looking for (sorry!)

warnings: heelzebub, smut (mdni), leg humping, coercion, blood, mentions of killing, not proofread

wc: 1.4k

the doll house masterlist

As you step into Heeseung’s room, the first thing you notice is his tall, broad back. His imposing stature always leaves you feeling unsettled. Each time he summons you, a sense of dread accompanies you, anticipating what task he might have in store. So far, it’s been manageable—spending time with Soonyeol, bringing her hard-to-find snacks, and anything else that might make her happy.

It would almost be endearing, if not for his persistent attempts to lure you into bed each time you cross the threshold.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for whatever Heeseung has planned today. He turns around, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that always makes your heart race.

"You're here," he says, his voice low and smooth.

Nodding, you hang your tote bag on the bannister of his bed and walk towards him. “With five minutes to spare,” you snide, crossing your arms. “So, what’s wrong with her now? You didn’t ask me to bring anything.”

His eyes trail over your body, taking in the sundress that perfectly hugs your curves. Delight paints his face, his tongue instinctively running along his bottom lip as visions of your naked form cloud his mind.

“You look breathtaking, baby. A vision in yellow,” he mutters, his eyes fixated on your cleavage. A sly smile spreads across his face as he takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Wait here for a moment," he says, his voice a blend of command and charm.

Before you can respond, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you standing there. You hear the faint sound of a door opening and closing, then silence. Your curiosity piqued, you glance around the room, taking in the expensive furnishings and the subtle scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

Moments later, Heeseung returns, his hands behind his back. As he approaches, he reveals a stunning bouquet of flowers, an array of vibrant colours and fragrant blooms. The sight takes you by surprise, and for a moment, your breath catches in your throat.

"These are for you," he says softly, extending the bouquet towards you. The gesture is unexpected, and you can’t help but feel a flicker of warmth beneath your guarded exterior.

You take the flowers, their delicate petals brushing against your fingers. "What's this for?" you ask, unable to hide your curiosity.

Heeseung's expression softens, a rare glimpse of sincerity breaking through his usual demonic demeanour. "Just a little something to show my appreciation. For all you do for Soonyeol. And for putting up with me."

But you don’t buy it, knowing that this is buttering you up for something worse than just a girl's day with his minder. You shiver at the thought, thinking the worst as your mind swirls with possibilities.

He sees your doubtfulness and snickers, “Baby, you don’t trust me?”

"I don’t, no," you reply bluntly, meeting his gaze with unwavering suspicion.

That causes Heeseung to laugh out loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. He knows you have no reason to trust him, but hearing you say it outright fills him with amusement.

Taking one of the petals between his thumb and forefinger, he watches it as it crumbles beneath his harsh touch, his signature smirk reappearing on his face. Something delicate like this deserves a gentle touch, something Heeseung is incapable of.

“You’re right not to trust me, angel,” he whispers thoughtfully, his hooded eyes meeting yours and eliciting a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. “Just like pretty roses. They’re beautiful on the surface,” he continues, his voice low and hushed as though sharing a deep secret. Taking one of your hands, he guides it to the exposed stems, squeezing your hand tightly around them.

That's when you feel the sharp cuts of the thorns digging into your palm, making you wince. His strength overpowers yours as you try to fight his hold. As you look up at him pleadingly, feeling the blood rush out and coat both your hand and his, he does nothing but stare intensely at you. “But they’re sinister the deeper you go.”

Your heart pounds as the pain sharpens, the cruel irony of the beautiful flowers cutting into your flesh not lost on you. Heeseung's eyes, dark and unyielding, seem to drink in your discomfort.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, not just from the pain, but from the helplessness of the situation. He finally releases your hand, and you immediately pull it back, cradling it against your chest. Blood seeps from the punctures and onto your dress and chest, only to the elation of Heeseung.

Taking your hand, he kisses your wounds tenderly, licking the blood from you with greed. You gasp as you feel his tongue slowly and tantalisingly heal you, causing you to hold back a moan. This shouldn’t be turning you on, yet as always with Heeseung, even things deemed evil have a way of making you feel lustful.

He focuses his attention on your chest now, licking the drops of blood from the flesh of your tits, dragging it up to your neck, sinking his teeth into you - not enough to puncture you but enough for you to wish he had.

That makes you mewl out, dropping the flowers as you press your body to his and cling to him. His aura pulls you in time and time again, making you a victim to his allure each and every time you see him.

But this feels more desperate than the other times, you need him now, more than you have ever; and Heeseung knows this.

Placing his leg between yours, he ruts his knee up to meet your pulsing cunt, offering you some relief as you grind down on him. “There you go,” he whispers in your ear, his hands holding you steady as you find a rhythm you’re comfortable with, “Doesn’t it feel good to give in? To surrender to your sins rather than keep your morals?”

You are so lost in the feeling of his knee and thigh and the pleasure you’re receiving from it that you simply nod, agreeing with him. You can’t deny this feels incredible, you aren’t a liar.

Kissing along your jaw, you feel his wicked grin as you comply with his words. “You want to give in, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to come back to me and live here with us again, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want Soonyeol out of the picture, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

You feel your orgasm approaching as he guides your hips to grind your clit in the perfect position, picking up speed. You haven’t realised what you agreed to, too lost in the ecstasy that your mind isn’t thinking straight.

That only makes Heeseung happier as he has you exactly where he wants you. Pawing at your ass, he moves his body in tandem with yours, his focus to get you off and have you succumb to his offer, that one that has been hanging over your head since the first time he had you.

With your high approaching, you grip his shoulders and move your hips faster, that familiar coil in your stomach tightening and your heart picking up speed.

“Kiss me, seal in your well-deserved fate,” he coaxes you as you start to release over his leg. Shocks of pleasure rip through you as you cry out his name and your body crumbles where it stands.

But much like post-nut clarity, you somehow come to when his lips are a centimetre from yours, teasing you with the opportunity to have Soonyeol’s life once more. Quickly, you push him away before he can seal your deal, panting as your chest rises and falls in time with your heart.

“What the fuck, Heeseung!” you exclaim, frantically gathering your bag and scrambling away from him, “Don’t fuck with me like that.”

His eyes are flushed with that crimson hue that you hate to love so much, his hand palming over his cock. “Baby, I can seal it another way if you want, if you bring that pretty pussy over here I can make your dreams come true.”

Shaking your head, your back reaches the door and you open it, “I sold my soul to you for my dream, this is nothing but a fantasy.”

“I can sell you a fantasy, Y/N. Anything you want,” he chides, moving closer.

But before you get lost in him once again, you bolt out the door, hurriedly walking down the hallways. You can’t believe what you’ve just done, what you almost did, you betrayed Sunghoon and Jaeyun while almost getting Soonyeol killed, all for your own pleasure.

Poking his head out, Heeseung laughs, “Baby, you forgot your flowers.”

#aj answers #tdh drabble #i will add these to the masterlist at some point #thank you for this i think every heelzebub stan will thank you

[shusora]

SHOW ME! — XAVIER (沈星回).

SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend and roommate, xavier makes an unexpectedly lewd demand, not that you wanted to refuse.

DETAILS. f2l + roommate au TAGS. 18+ content mdni! porn without plot, masturbation/mutual masturbation, oral sex + fingering, loss of virginity (m&f), explicit language, ooc xavier whoops WC. 5.6k [unedited]

SORA’S NOTES: it’s been a while since i had written, so i apologize in advance if she’s a little rusty LOL

© shusora — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.

YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY KNOW when, or how, you began thinking of your best friend in a different light. But whatever it was, it was slowly driving you insane, and it is all the more worse knowing that you and him — Xavier— are within the same proximity. There were so many instances where you caught yourself staring knowingly towards him; his face, his body, his hands, and so on. In those moments, all unholy thoughts paraded your brain like a waterfall — which was often followed by a huge wave of guilt washing over you. The persistent warm, fuzzy feeling dwelling within your chest whenever he leaned close to you became unbearable, and it was almost as if your own heart was ready to jump out of your ribcage and pounce on the blond male. Despite all this, your harbourage of both attraction and envy towards Xavier merely snowballed — his nonchalance and seemingly indifferent disposition, both of which you so desperately wish you had, as butterflies would flutter around and about in your stomach all the whilst admiring your best friend in silence from the side for months.

In a few months time, these feelings would subside and everything would go back to normal — you often told to yourself, with your poor heart hammering rapidly against your chest as you would recall the moments whereas his fingertips would softly — barely, is the right word (to the point it is almost teasing) — graze against your waist as he reached for his phone which was sitting on the kitchen table behind you, or even worse, when his lips were merely centimetres away from your neck as his warm breaths tickled your ears — only to find out that he needed to get the television remote on the coffee table. It was driving you fucking insane.

So much as you are depraved of his touch, you begin to crave for him even more.

"Mm, fuck." A soft sigh parted from your lips, your eyes half-closed as you succumbed to the pleasure underneath the moonlight; your back slightly arched off the bed as the slick noises of your pussy being fucked with your fingers echoed throughout your bedroom walls. Fuck. You wanted more — no, you needed more. You needed him.

You knew, deep down, that this felt wrong; pleasuring yourself to your best friend, let alone your roommate — whose bedroom is right beside yours. He wasn't your boyfriend, and he sure as hell wasn't aware of all the thoughts you've had of him these past couple of months, but shit — all those lingering touches of his almost felt intentional, and it definitely felt unfair; for you to be this affected while he continued on with his business, completely ignorant with the effect he has casted upon you.

"Mmh—ah Xavi," you whimpered his name softly, your voice in a quiet whisper as you raised your hips to meet each curl of your fingers. All that you could picture was him with his hands wandering around your body, touching you in all the spots that made you weak — his lips devouring yours as he destroyed you the way he knew best. The slick noises that echoed athwart your room only grew louder, with the changed profound intensity that your fingers had set, rapidly fucking yourself with your fingers as your other hand traveled up to your breast; toying with your sensitive nipples. Quiet, yet bated breaths began to slip past your lips, along with the soft moans and whimpers of his name as you coaxed yourself into your orgasm; your backed arched along with your legs trembling, a sharp gasp left your lips.

If only Xavier knew how much of an effect he had on you — so much to the point that you often had to fall asleep with a persistent desperation for his touch; his presence. If only Xavier knew how much you had fallen for him.

"Morning," Xavier greeted you as he walked out of his bedroom, the edges of his lips curled up into a small smile. There was a hint of fatigue laced in his voice, but then again, it would've been more unusual if he had sounded more zestful and exuberant.

"Morning to you, too." You replied back as you busied yourself with chopping vegetables. "You slept well last night?"

You would've almost missed it if you hadn't glanced up towards Xavier at the right moment, but you could've sworn that you saw a smirk on his face – only seconds before he returned to his blasé front. This caught you off guard, and for a moment – you silently prayed he wouldn’t be able to read the myriads of worrying thoughts that were scattered all across your mind in that millisecond.

"Mm, yeah. I did. Probably the best I've ever slept in a long time."

A nervous smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a soft laugh slipping past your mouth in response. "Oh that's good – I mean, you've always been a heavy sleeper, after all."

“What about you?” He returned the question.

You continued to cut the vegetables, however your pace eventually began to stagger. The way Xavier was eyeing you, up and down, made your stomach churn in ways you could never grow accustomed to. The vibe in itself felt completely different; there was something in his gaze that screamed blatant cognizance, but you attempted to shrug that feeling off.

“Splendidly, I even had a great dream.” You replied in a singsong tone as you finished up chopping, and you made your way to the sink to wash your hands.

"Your dream..." Xavier hummed in response, your ears picking up on his footsteps gradually growing louder the closer he got to you; his chest barely grazing your back, as his lips barely hovered your ear. "By chance, was I in your dream?"

You jumped at his words, the warm incarnadine that was flushed on your cheeks merely intensified.

"What makes you say that?" You stammered out, turning off the faucet hurriedly, before forcing out a giggle. "Once in a blue moon you can be quite the jokester."

"Once in a blue moon? Last time I checked, it's nine in the morning."

"Oh my god Xavier, you know what I mean--"

"I heard you say my name last night," Xavier cut you off, his eyes basking in your face flushing even more in both shock and embarrassment. "What was that about?"

Oh my, fuck. If only you could shrink into an atom and simply disappear, you would in an instant. The sound of your heart ramming against your chest was the only thing you could hear in that moment. Just how could you reply to that? Why the hell was he so straight forward? You snuck a glance towards the blond male, and although he feigned innocence with his question, you could clearly see the slightest glint of mischief in his midnight blue eyes.

"Silly, you must've been hearing things." You replied, shrugging your shoulders. Your ears had almost gone deaf to the strong and quickened beating your heart against your chest. Xavier was still closely behind you, awaiting your answer -- however, you would very much rather crawl into a hole than admitting it. "Uh, anyway, wanna help me cook the omelette?"

"I can't just be hearing things," Xavier replied. "This isn't the first time."

Before you could utter a single response, you felt his large hands wrap around your waist before he spun you around, and almost instantaneously you covered your flushed face with your hands from his gaze. While you snuck a small peek through your fingers, you caught quite a sight. If your heart wasn't hammering against your ribcage hard enough, then it definitely was now.

"Y-You're red, Xavier" you commented, your voice an octave higher than usual. The urge to stroke your fingers through his blond locks was nearly unbearable, and even worse for his slightly flushed cheeks.

"I wonder whose fault that is," he mumbled softly, furrowing his brows slightly.

Out of the many months where you longed for him, this was the closest he had ever been to you; his chest pressed against yours, and your face merely inches away from his as his hands nestled on the curves of your waist.

"Are you trying to imply that it's my fault?" You bit back, however your voice immediately went soft and quiet beneath his gaze.

"I'm surprised," Xavier began, his voice chillingly soft as his warm breath hovered over your ear. "Despite living together for a year, I'm surprised that you had forgotten how thin the walls were."

Your cheeks had increasingly gotten warmer, and both shame and embarrassment washed over your entire being. There was no use acting ignorant of the whole situation. He already knew. You wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. Xavier was always quiet, so you had completely forgotten about the thin walls. There was no hiding it now.

"So you heard it," you muttered quietly, averting your gaze from his. "I-I'm so sorry. That's so embarrassing, and I must've made you feel so uncomfortable—"

"I never said I didn't like it," Xavier's soft timbre cut you off of your small rambles, his fingers gently playing with the ends of your locks. You glanced towards the male with a surprised look plastered across your face. "Didn't I tell you?"

You watched as he brought the strands of your hair to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to it while he maintained eye contact with you.

"I had the best sleep last night," Xavier continued, "you were a lot louder than usual too, hm?"

"Xavier..." Without even realizing, his name slipped past your lips —your voice tinted in wanton.

"It was unbearable," Xavier said, "having to constantly rely on my imagination and dreams when you're here right in front of me. Do you know how difficult it was for me to hold back when you were calling for me last night?"

It took everything in you to not squeeze your legs to satiate the warmth and pressure building up in your lower abdomen — it was too damn difficult because of how horny he was making you feel.

"Are you not weirded out?" You shyly questioned him. "We are supposed to be best friends but I'm... doing these type of things."

"Me weirded out? Impossible." Xavier scoffed, and his grip on your waist merely tightened. "For the longest time, I've liked you. I'm glad that you also see me as a man."

"I like you too, more than you can imagine," you said, your mind in a daze from his sudden confession. "All those times you've heard me, I was always thinking of you."

Xavier's breath hitched at your words, and all the possible rational thoughts swimming in your head waned the moment could feel his growing bulge growing against your leg; his laboured breath, his rose tinted cheeks, and his bedroom eyes begging you to allow him to take it a step further — you couldn't fight it. You were just as desperate as he was, or perhaps even more.

Your fingers traced over his cheek and jawline, to his lips. Your heart had never felt more warm, your stomach fluttering at the fact that he, too, returned your feelings of affection. You wanted him – you needed him.

"Kiss me," you whispered, "please."

His response to your wishes were instantaneous, it made your heart jump and then flutter. It was soft, his lips pressed on yours and his large hands cupping your face as if you were the most delicate being. A soft gasp left your lips as his hands trailed lower, his cool fingertips snuck beneath the thin fabric of your t-shirt. Xavier, your best friend, was touching you in ways that you thought that you could only imagine.

"I'll only stop if you tell me," Xavier mumbled in between kisses, and you hummed in response.

"I don't want you to stop," you said bashfully, and you grabbed his hands, which were still resting atop your bare abdomen and you guided his hands to your bare breast; squeezing the soft mound. You watched Xavier's face immediately go from a soft incarnadine to a red tomato, and his eyes were heavily clouded in lust and ardor. It turned you on even more, watching Xavier’s last bit of his rationale snap.

"Ah, fuck. Let's take this to the bedroom."

The blond male hoisted you up in his arms, eliciting an abrupt gasp from you. Excitement, anticipation, adoration, nervousness — millions of thoughts swarmed through your head as each step he took brought you nearer to his room, your heart hammering rapidly against your chest.

The moment your back met the comfort of his mattress, his lips were latched onto yours with such desperation and urgency. You threaded your fingers through his mane, pulling him closer to you. Xavier's hands explored north underneath your shirt, your back arching closer to his chest as he fondled on your breasts; his fingers softly pinching the erect bud. You moaned softly against his lips, raising your hips slightly to grind against the tent growing beneath his sweatpants.

With a profound delicateness, he slowly removed the thin fabric; the cool air immediately hitting your skin. Xavier basked in the sight before him; you underneath him, your upper body all bare for him to admire.

"No amount of my imagination can trump this," Xavier suddenly commented, and a wave of embarrassment washed over your entire being. "You're so beautiful."

"X-Xavier," a gentle whimper slipped past your lips as you raised your hips once more to meet his. "Stop teasing me."

"Teasing? What teasing?" Xavier questioned, tilting his head off to the side. "I'm just admiring you."

"Or..." Both his eyes and his fingers trailed lower, his pointer finger playing with the hems of your shorts. "Do you need to be pleased down here too?"

Oh, god. This man was going to be the absolute death of you.

Before you could mutter a response, Xavier suddenly moved to the opposite end of the bed which then caught you off guard, but the darkened look in his eyes and the evident tent in his pants kept you aching for more.

"Show me," Xavier began, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you please yourself thinking about me."

"W-What?" You stammered out. Was he literally asking you to masturbate in front of him? In broad daylight? "That's so embarrassing, Xavier!"

"Then we can call it a day," Xavier hummed as a reply, and before he got up from his bed, you grabbed ahold of his wrist. You were shaking at this point, from both arousal and embarrassment.

"W-Wait! I never said I wouldn't do it... It just sounds a little embarrassing, that's all." Your voice slowly grew quieter and quieter as you muttered those words aloud.

"I was just teasing you," Xavier smiled softly, and you rolled your eyes immediately after.

"I'll do it, still..." You muttered softly, and his gaze on you merely hardened when you began to slowly strip out of your panties and shorts.

You could hear his breath hitch when he noticed the dampened spot in your grey underwear, which merely shot even more arousal to your cunt.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. Show me everything."

How could you not comply? Especially when this man is practically twitching in his pants and using every fibre of his being to not touch you, yet. You spread your legs open, revealing a thin string of arousal dripping down your hole. Xavier gulped at the sight, his eyes heavily fixated on your wet cunt. This poor man's composure was moments away from breaking. However, now that you were already bare and exposed, a newfound confidence came over you — already itching to see how far long before this man would lose control.

You let out a soft hum when you stretched your pussy lips apart, giving the man in front of you a sight. Trailing your fingers down to your heat, you let out a breathy sigh when you inserted one finger inside. Despite knowing Xavier for many years, there was still no doubt that you felt a little shy showing this side of yours to him.

The wet sounds of your fingers pleasuring your pussy resonated across his bedroom, by then you had already inserted a second finger and you were already moments away from reaching your orgasm. However, the sound of fabric getting tossed to the floor caught your attention and your gaze immediately switched down to Xavier's cock; standing upright and twitching with his pre-cum leaking out.

"Don't mind me," he said breathily, his large hand wrapped around his length as he began to stroke it languidly. "I want to see you feel good."

He was incredibly large, now that you had seen it bare. You quickened your pace and curled your fingers, and a whimper slipped past your lips. You brought your hand down to rub your clit while you fingered yourself in tandem, your mind clouded in ecstasy yet you yearned for more. For him. You raised your hips, aching for more friction with your hands.

"I-I'm so close, Xavier." You moaned out, your body twitching as you continued to rub your clit. "Mm, fuck. I want you so bad. My fingers aren't enoughhh."

"Fuck," Xavier hissed underneath his breath, raising his hips slightly to meet his own hand as his strokes quickened. "Keep going. You're such a good girl for me. I'll give you my fingers if you cum for me."

Xavier had always been a man of nonchalance and always had a knack for acting ignorant after pulling some mischievous strings, yet this was the first time you ever heard him speak so dirtily. It aroused you to the core.

You threw your head back as you reached your orgasm, your pussy twitching against your fingers. Xavier’s intense gaze on you never once wavered, and you watched him bite his lips when you brought your soaked fingers to your lips; licking them seductively while maintaining eye contact with him.

“You’re so fucking naughty, Y/N.” Xavier said before he latched his lips onto yours. “Do you want my fingers that badly?”

You moaned against his lips, your fingers instantly finding his hands that were holding onto your waist before guiding them to spot where you most needed him. “Mm, Xavier please, I want your fingers s’bad.”

“Ah—!” Without warning, Xavier plunged two fingers inside your pussy and a surprised moan slipped past your lips. Instinctively, you pressed your hands against his shoulders, but he wouldn’t budge. His fingers were so deep inside you, far more deeper than you thought your fingers could ever reach. The pleasure was immense.

“It seems to me that your pussy prefers my fingers over yours," Xavier commented, not saving you any moment to reply as his thrusts quickened. "You're tightening around my fingers, Y/N. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you like this?"

You nodded your head rapidly in reply, unable to trust the stability of your voice as he had already established a relentless pace with his fingers. "F-Feels so good," you stammered out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"Feels a lot more different compared to your fingers, huh?" His deep voice resonated in your mind, your eyes rolling back as he curled his fingers. "T-There!" You gasped out, rocking your hips against his hand.

Almost immediately, with his other hand, he pressed his palm against your abdomen while he quickened the pace with his thrusts – the tip of his fingers constantly hitting your sweet spot while the pressure he applied with his other palm sent you into cloud nine. His room was filled with the sloppy sounds of his finger work on your pussy and your sweet moans, begging him to continue. The pleasure was almost too unbearable, and an unfamiliar sensation was building up in the depths of your lower abdomen.

"X-Xavi," you squeaked his name through laboured breaths and stifled moans, "I’m so close..!”

The warmth broiling in your lower abdomen was too much for you to bear, the unadulterated pleasure clouding your mind. And there it was, warm water sprayed all over the blond male’s hand as you arched your back into his — your eyes rolled back, and a loud moan erupted from your throat.

It took a few moments for you to recover, and the aftermath of your release brought you immense embarrassment; your eyes locked onto Xavier while his azure gaze darted between his drenched hands and your soaked cunt, his mouth was slightly agape and his eyes wide in surprise. Hell, you didn’t even know your body was capable of being a water sprinkler until this very moment, even embarrassing knowing that it was under the manipulation of your best friend’s hand.

"I'm-- I'm so sorry, Xavi. Do you want to get a towel?"

"How did you do that?" Xavier questioned you, but you shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, but you caused it."

"Oh, really? Does that mean that if I touch you like this again, you'll create another puddle like this one?" He said, circling his fingers on the curves of your waist. It was so obvious to know what he wanted.

This man.

"Xavier!" You exclaimed, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "T-That's enough. I want to make you feel good too."

With nimble hands, you pushed your best friend down on the bed; your hips pinning his against the soft mattress.

He truly was a sight to behold, far more better than your imaginations could ever imagine. Your hands trailed lower and lower, your nails softly grazing against his pale skin. A small grin tugged at the corners of your lips when you felt him twitch beneath your touch, your fingers barely hovering over his erection.

“Don’t be a tease,” Xavier warned, but you paid him no mind. At this point, he was at your submission.

“But that’s what you’ve been doing to me for past few months,” you remarked, giving the blond male a sly grin as you teasingly poked a finger against his tip — which almost immediately, twitched at your touch. “It’s only fair that I return the favour.”

“You’re quite confident now, after what I just did to you.”

“So you’re asking to be teased even more?”

“Y/N,” he warned you once more, but you merely smiled back at him. Even after treating your pussy like that, he could still look so adorable; his ears tinted red with his eyes clouded in desire and want. It truly wouldn’t hurt pressing on more of his buttons, and see how many you’d need to see this man break and lose control.

“I’m just kidding,” you giggled, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a slight squeeze as you stroked it upwards. You couldn’t look away from the facial expressions Xavier was making, there was no way you couldn’t — not when he looked so disheveled from your hands; the incarnadine hue returning to his cheeks, his brows furrowed while he bit his lips closed, trying everything he could to show that he didn’t lose control.

“You’re twitching lots,” you commented, and Xavier grunted in dismay towards your teasing.

You stifled a giggle before licking a stripe along his shaft, all while maintaining eye contact with Xavier. Eventually, you opened your mouth around his hardened tip — sucking on it gently to illicit stifled moans from the usually blasé male. You didn’t realize until now how sexy it was to hear a man’s moan, and hell, you wanted to hear more.

“Y/N—” A soft groan left Xavier’s lips as you sunk your lips lower on his dick, and tears began to swell in your eyes the deeper you went. This was your first time ever giving a blowjob, and based on his reactions, you hoped you did a good job. Xavier’s hand immediately traveled to the back of your head, his long fingers tangled in your locks while his other hand barely covered his trembling mouth.

You tried to ignore the ache dwelling between your legs as you continued to pleasure him, your gaze glued onto his face while you took him into your mouth; drool escaping your lips as you struggled to take him whole without feeling your nostrils burning.

Xavier’s breath became increasingly more laboured and shaky, barely able to control his moans. He continued to play with your hair as he thrusted up into your face, and just as when you could feel him twitching and growing larger in your mouth, he forcefully pulled your face away from his cock.

Heavy breaths filled the room, with you both attempting to catch your breaths. However, that was all interrupted when you pulled you back in for a heated kiss — teeth clashing and tongues intertwined. You could feel him using his weight to push you back down to the soft mattress, however you both couldn’t get your hands and lips off one another.

“You’re,” Xavier said before returning his lips onto yours, “going to be— the death of me.”

You could only whimper as a response, thrusting your hips up slightly to meet his. God, you were so desperate for this man. “

“—Love you,” Xavier gasped out in between kisses, “I’ve always loved you.”

Just as you believed your heart couldn’t get any warmer, it definitely did get warmer tenfold — it felt as if your heart was about to jump right out of your chest. You teared up in joy and wrapped your hands around his neck.

“I love you too,” your voice was muffled by his lips, your fingers grasping onto his skin; aching for him to get closer to you. Eventually, Xavier pulled away from your face — not before placing a gentle peck on your forehead.

“I don’t think I have any more patience,” Xavier said softly, his voice low in want. “Can I…?”

You grasped onto his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, you glanced up at him reassuringly and nodded. Slowly, you spread your legs apart for him to see the arousal dripping down your cunt. “I need you so bad, Xavi.”

You waited in anticipation as Xavier hurriedly ripped the condom packet open and slid it down his length. Shivers rippled throughout your spine when he slid his cock along your labia to your clit, your eyes shut tight in pleasure. However, the moment he slid himself inside you — a sharp gasp ripped from your throat; your hands immediately searching for Xavier’s arms as you pulled him closer.

“Mm, w-wait a sec.” You pleaded with him, rocking your hips slightly to grow more accustomed to the sheer size of his length.

“It’s hard not to,” Xavier nestled his head into your neck, peppering kisses along your collarbone to your breasts, swiping his tongue along the soft mound, “you’re squeezing around me so damn tightly.”

You whimpered softly at his words, and Xavier let out a soft hiss when you tightened around him once again.

“You can go now,” you said, giving him the green light. An abrupt scream left your throat when he began to thrust, his tip immediately kissing your cervix and your whole entire body shook underneath his. You attempted to cover your mouth to mask your moans, but all those efforts went in vain when Xavier’s hand pinned both your hands over your head — all whilst fucking you senseless.

“Don’t you dare,” Xavier ordered, his low and raspy voice immediately sending shots of arousal directly towards your core.

The lewd noises of your bodies connecting resounded through his bedroom, along with the strings of moans and curses leaving your lips. Xavier’s nails dug deeper into the curves of your waist, his grip tightening as he fucked you into his bed with increased fervour.

“Mm—Ah! I-I think I’m going to cum soon.”

You moaned into his neck, planting a line of kisses down his collarbones and shoulder. You were trembling like crazy, the warmth was once again building up in your stomach mere moments away from eruption. Xavier hummed in response and continued his arduous pace, however he had decided on a whim to apply pressure on your clit with his rough fingers. Your response was immediate, arching your back into his as you spasmed around his cock — your head lolled back as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Ah, fuck.” Xavier whispered, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut tight as he relished the sensations of your walls clamping down on him. He wanted more of you. The way you felt around him, the cute faces and sounds you were making. He wanted more.

Within seconds he had already adjusted your position, both your legs hoisted atop his shoulders and he leaned closer to you as he entered once again.

“O-Oh my god..!” You cried out, throwing your head back. The fact that he was fucking you once again shortly after your release made your mind nearly go blank and numb. You thought wrong if the position Xavier had fucked you in earlier was the deepest, because this hit so fucking different. A line of curses and whimpers escaped your lips as Xavier began to rock his hips back and forth into you. He appeared to be hyper focused; his brows furrowed and his eyes inspecting every reaction you made with every thrust he took.

“You’re already squeezing me tightly again, Y/N.” Xavier cooed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips — completely juxtaposed to the relentless pace he had fucked you in. “Hah, are you already close to coming?”

He pushed your legs up higher, and you were basically folded in half as his thrusts resumed its pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders while you begged him to give you more pleasure. Xavier had gotten more vocal at this point; unable to control his groans, and his pace had gotten more erratic — desperate to reach deeper while he applied pressure on your lower abdomen with his palm; which sent a jolt of pleasure to travel through your nerves.

“With the way you’re squeezing me, I’m going to cum soon.” Xavier commented through bated breaths before latching his lips onto your nipples, encircling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You could also feel yourself growing nearer too, the uncomfortable pressure building up once again awaiting to be released. He pressed his lips onto yours, entangling his tongues with yours as pleasure took over you both like a wave.

He grunted into your lips, and you trembled beneath his grasp — your legs spasming over his shoulders as you both rode out your highs. Through bated breaths, Xavier rolled his condom off and threw it aside before laying by your side, his body turned over to yours.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Xavier asked you, tracing his hands over your cheeks. “Was I too rough? I’m sorry—”

You cut him off with a gentle peck on the lips before nuzzling into his neck. “It was perfect.”

“Also Xavier?”

“Hm?”

“Since when did you realize you had feelings for me?”

“Hmm.. Don’t laugh at me for this.”

“I won’t!”

“I realized I had fallen for you when you went on that blind date with that senior from work, I realized how much I wanted you to myself then.”

You stared at Xavier in surprise, who appeared to be quite bashful. He was too adorable.

“So when you told me that you weren’t planning on seeing him again, I was overjoyed but I didn’t know how to proceed with it because we were friends.”

“Well,” you leaned your head against his chest, listening to his now calm heartbeats, “what does that make us now that we realize that we see each other as something more than just friends?”

“You already know the answer to that,” Xavier sighed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You closed your eyes in contentment when Xavier’s fingers softly massage your scalp, and he smiled softly as he grabbed a couple strands of your hair and pressed a small kiss to it.

“Y/N, can you be my girlfriend?” Xavier proposed, his ears slightly tinged in a rosy hue. “My heart and my mind are always so full of you, and I can’t get enough. There’s so many things I want to say, but I really don’t know how to word them properly, but, if you allow me to be the man to shower you in love — I’d be the happiest man alive.”

Xavier, your best friend and roommate, had always been a little lacklustre in his words — not because he didn’t want to, but because he wasn’t the best at expressing them — however, in this moment you could feel the sincerity and desperation in his voice. You couldn’t contain your happiness and you wrapped your arms around Xavier, completely forgetting the fact that you were both buck naked but that wasn’t the point.

“As long as it’s you, I’d always say yes.”

At this moment, you were the happiest woman alive — your body close to his, relishing in each other’s warmth. His arms were snug around your waist, keeping you close to his chest and you heaved a happy sigh.

All of a sudden you had remembered something, and shot up from his bed.

“Xavi, I left the vegetables on the counter! I should finish making the omelettes soon…!”

“Mmm, no.” Xavier grumbled sleepily, pulling you back to him — snuggling his face into the back of your neck. “Take a nap with me instead.”

You complied almost immediately, getting yourself comfortable in his embrace. Just how could you say no?

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[antoncyng]

౨ৎ. win your love - n.rk

synopsis - as the girlfriend of a basketball player who everybody else is scared of in highschool, you can say its fun seeing him change so quickly at the sight of you.

warning(s) - none i dont think ??, some parts might be cringe ngl, niki’s a basketball player ofc, takes place in highschool, fem!reader, kissing | wc : ? [ not proofread ]

dating the cold-looking, “scary”, rich basketball player in highscool from your sophomore year to now senior year, where you’re about to graduate, was definitely not on your bucketlist you made back in middle school.

but look at yourself now, making small promises with your boyfriend of 3 years now that make the butterflies in your stomach rise and flutter everywhere.

“if i make more than 2 baskets, at the end of the game you have to let me give as many kisses as i want, deal?” niki said, sticking out his pinky while stars twinkled in his eyes.

“deal.”

and of course, that’s what happened. anticipation ran through your blood while watching your boyfriend speed through the court while dribbling the ball in his hand, your fingers gripping the bleachers you were sitting on until your knuckles went white as he shot his forth basket, right as the ball hit the net, the buzzer went off throughout everybody’s eardrums.

he made it.

niki’s basket made the team win, standing up in joy along with everyone else who was watching the game. running down the bleachers, jumping into the arms of a niki who was already waiting for your affection.

“you did it!” you exclaimed in excitement while kissing both his cheeks multiple times, he closed his eyes with a proud smile on his face that said loudly ‘everyone, this is my girl.’ he stopped your kisses with a tap on your waist, his hands already there.

“this is supposed to be my job, silly” he choked out with chuckles while you continued to kiss his face with pride.

“does this mean i won your love?” he asked, eyes now wide open and staring down at you with affection full in his eyes.

“you always have my love, ki.”

au - i lowkey hate this but i need something to post because i feel like i am getting forgotten (^o^) anyways!! i hope you guys enjoy this a lot more than i do, more works coming out soon!! love you all my babies 🤍 - 🐹

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[cherryredstars]

First off, I love you.

Second off, I love you A LOT.

Okay so I’m losing my mind over a brain vomit where younger reader’s been harboring and hiding feelings for Miguel for the sake of being appropriate and it’s starting to make her frustrated like “fuck I’m gonna get actually fucking sick and vomit” because how much she’s crushing on him is CRAZY, so reader basically goes up to Miguel like “I can’t take this anymore.” Like reject me so I can move on type of thing. “ Do me a favor, and break my nose or something. Tell me to fucking go away” or something like that. My brain is burning.

Pairing(s): Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader, John Price x civil!reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: For my baby, I LOVE YOUUUUUUU!!!

Edited (just for you boo)

| Miguel O'Hara

If you look at him, you will actually throw up.

Like projectile 'make yourself a laughing stock' throw up. It's just the way your body- your stomach- reacts when you see him. It gets twisted, fluttery with a fix of butterflies and disgust. It's down right disgusting, inappropriate at the least. He's almost a decade older than you, yet here you are pining after him as if you're some teenage girl. You feel physically sick when you think about it for too long: throat contracting and your stomach hurting. You aren't sure which of your delusions are the cause of such a horrendous crush, but you promise you'll strangle it when you find out. There is simply no way this could have ever worked out in your favor. It's simply impossible.

Miguel O'Hara would never go for someone like you. Young and naive, haven't even reached the appropriate age to have a mid-life crisis (but you're sure this is the closest fucking thing to it). You know this, hammer it into your thick skull every day before you have to face him. Yet, it all comes crumbling down when you lay eyes on him. It takes less than a second for you to skip after him, a stupid, lovesick look flickering across your face as you help him with whatever he needs. You simply can't stay away, even if you tried. You always fall back into his orbit, gravity pushing you towards him until you're practically glued to him.

You're sure he must find it annoying. Probably relates it to something like babysitting. It's well known Miguel doesn't like to be bothered when he's working. But there you are without fail, sitting around on his platform entertaining yourself by playing with LYLA when you aren't out saving universes. You don't miss the way his eyes flick to you every now and then with some emotion you can't quite place. But if you had to guess, it's probably something close to exasperation.

In all honesty, you're tired of it.

Tired of the false hope you delude yourself into believing after every minor interaction. Tired of trying to justify your affection for the older man. Tired of feeling a bit of resentment towards yourself. You're just... tired. He must sense it when you walk onto the platform, judging by the look he shoots you.

LYLA is muted mid-sentence as he angles his body slightly away from his monitors and towards you, watching as you plop yourself in your usual spot. He waits expectantly for your usual greeting, brows furrowing with confusion when you do nothing but play with the elastic quality of your suit. You haven't even looked at him since you got in.

"Everything alright?" His all so familiar voice asks, making your stomach ache and the urge to punch yourself stronger.

"Yeah," you respond simply, silence lapping over the two of you.

Miguel waits patiently, expecting something more. But, you don't continue. Miguel hesitates for a moment before turning back around. His eyes study the screens once more, his finger hovering over the button to unmute LYLA before you speak up again.

"Can you like... degrade me or something?"

Miguel almost chokes on his spit when he turns around, not expecting you to say...that. You're still playing with your suit and staring at the floor, face painted with frustration. You look up when he doesn't answer, brows furrowed when your eyes meet his shocked face. You quickly divert your attention to his muscular shoulder, not really having the courage to face him head-on.

"Not like the... sexy kind. More like the heart wrenching kind." You clarify, not that it's any better for Miguel.

He turns to full face you this time, arms crossed over his chest as he studies you. The request doesn't really make sense to him. Why would you want him to do that? Is it some universe-exclusive culture he isn't aware of?

"Why?" Miguel asks, trying to recall your past interactions to see if they have something to do with your strange request.

"I dunno, just thought it might make it easier?" You shrug, your eyes flicking to his again and then looking towards the ceiling.

"Make what easier, exactly?"

Miguel isn't a fan of cryptic answers, but he tries to be patient with you. He watches as your face twists, unsure how to word what you're feeling. You let out a heavy sigh eventually, actually meeting his eyes and holding his gaze for once.

"To get over you."

The words cause Miguel to freeze, his body going rigid. You groan, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands and scrubbing ferociously. This is absolutely embarrassing. You wished a random portal would just appear under you, throwing you into another universe and far away from this particular moment in time.

You're so caught up in your embarrassment that you don't realize Miguel is walking over to you until he's crouched down in front of you. He pries your hands gently from your face, giving you the softest smile you have ever seen on him. His thumbs caress your wrists absentmindedly, doing nothing to calm your raging heart. It practically explodes when he leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Your eyes are wide and dazed as you look up at him, trying to commit the curve of his mouth to memory.

"Now, why would I want you to do that?"

_____________

| John Price

You aren't exactly sure when it started.

But the moment you realized you liked John, you've started hating yourself. It feels wrong. Almost disrespectful in a way. You aren't particularly sure why, it just does. John Price is a nice man, a good man. A man that could be easily mistaken as your father if someone didn't look close enough. The man you had happened to meet and befriended one day after he had been so kind and gentle with you.

Not the man you should be liking and forcing your feelings on.

You're someone John goes to for comfort, someone he seeks out after coming home from a battlefield. Someone that's supposed to help him distress. The idea of taking advantage of that gently placed trust, of expecting something from John just because he goes to you for help, makes you want to throw up until you're nothing but a useless husk. It's shameful, eating you up on the inside until you feel like your organs are on the verge of failure.

So your solution: Avoid Johnathan Price like the plague.

Does it hurt seeing his texts flash across your phone screen, asking you if you're free throughout the week so he can spend time with you before he deploys again? Hell fucking yes. It makes you feel guilty as hell. But you try to justify it to yourself, reassuring that it's only temporary. That everything will go back to normal once these stupid feelings leave you alone and John Price goes back to being the sweet man you grab lunch with every now and then when he's home so you can catch up.

But of course, your plans never go accordingly.

You startle on your couch when there is a firm knocking on your door, your hands rushing to pause the telly to see if it was just a hallucination. But sure enough, that same steady knocking sounds again. You get up hesitantly, brows furrowed as you try to remember if you ordered take away or something. You peak through the peep-hole, hand planted on the cool wood of the door as you squint.

The alertness in your body dies away when the familiar frame of John greets you, only to tense up again. John Price is at your door. The same John price you've been avoiding for a week. The same exact John fucking Price you're practically in love with. Your hand slides down to the knob, gulping nervously as you unlock it and yank your door open.

John is standing there with his hand raised again to knock, decked out in his military gear. His hands drop to grip the strap of his vest, his mutton chops quivering as his face lifts into his soft smile. You blink up at him, feeling the knob warm under your hand and your heart slamming against your chest. Why did he have to be so handsome, goddamnit?

You step out of the doorway, silently inviting him inside. He accepts it, stepping in and examining the area out of habit. You close the door quietly after him, turning to face him as he turns to face you.

"Missed ya, love? Been busy lately?" He asks in that comfortingly rough voice of his.

You don't trust yourself to not choke on your words, scared he'll see through your lies. Instead you nod, letting out a weak hum that he returns in a more confident note. Your eyes drop down to his military gear, a frown slipping onto your face. Is he being deployed again?

As if sensing the underlying question, John's hands let go of his military vest and he stuffs them into the pockets of his tactical pants.

"Heading out tonight, just wanted to say goodbye before I go since I didn't get to see you this time around."

You feel a stab to your chest at his words, resisting the urge to lift your hand and smooth the pain.

"John..." You start hesitantly, your mouth going dry when he hums again. "Can you tell me you hate me? Or... or that you think I'm stupid or something?"

John tilts his head in confusion, brows furrowing as his lips thin. There is a silent question in your eyes, an aura of demand wafting from him that orders you to explain further. Your hand comes to rub your arm, socked heel digging into your ankle as you debate how much to tell him.

"It's just... I like you and I don't..." You sigh in frustration, turning your head away to glare at the wall. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to take advantage of how nice you've been to me or that I expect you to reciprocate how I feel."

It's quiet for a moment before John's chuckling fills the room. Your head turns away from the wall, meeting the sparkling amusement in John's eyes as he looks at you. There is a fondness there that makes your knees feel weak, your breath getting trapped in your lungs. John takes steady, reassured steps towards you, stopping when he's centimeters away. Your heart is practically lurching in your chest as you look up at him, watching as he slowly takes off his boonie hat.

Your eyes are wide as he places it over your head, chuckling when it slips down over your face before he readjusts it. He admires the sight for a second before he leans down, his facial hair tickling your cheeks as his lips press against the corner of your mouth. Your heart officially stops, your body dangerously close to swaying as he pulls away. You're in a daze as he pinches your cheek lightly, trying to call your attention away from the sparks lingering across your skin.

"We'll take about this when I get back, silly girl." He rumbles, his heavy paw landing on the top of his hat before he slips past you, closing and locking the door behind him as he disappears out of your flat. You're left in a daze as your shaky hands reach up and grasp the rim of his hat, the smell of him instantly invading your senses.

And when John reaches base and the lads pester him about where his usual hat is, he just shakes his head and replies that he left it at home for safe keeping.

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[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

The Viscount is set on finding a wife this season, and you are trying again for your second season. While Anthony is dealing with trials between Edwina and Kate Sharma, you are dealing with trials of your own. Benedict Bridgerton is ever present in your life, but your pursuit to find a husband must come first. Society is ever so exhausting.

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Season Two

Chapter Twenty - The sisters

You step out of the carriage and look around you. The first ball of the season was always a grand affair. This one in particular as the queen had not yet chosen a diamond.

Last season, Lady Whistledown called Daphne Bridgerton a diamond of the first water, which made her stand out in the ton. Now, the queen was expected to choose a diamond every season. One lucky debutant would sparkle among all the others.

You take your mother's arm and head inside. Many were already present. Lots of lovely young ladies looking for partners for the evening. Your mother leaves your aide to go speak to some of the other mama's.

You stand alone near the entrance and look around. You couldn't spot anyone you knew. You decide to take a walk around the room.

Nerves were setting in. It was strange. You felt like you were doing all of this for the first time again. A few gentlemen glance at you as you pass by. You smile. They smile back. You keep walking.

As you make a turn about the room, you spot the Bridgertons arriving. You see Eloise dressed in a beautiful gown, yet looking uncomfortable. Violet looks very proud and excited. Then there's Benedict. Handsome and smiley.

You move quickly out of sight to avoid him. The way he had sketched you yesterday and what he had said had caused butterflies to rise in your stomach. You're not sure what to make of him right now.

While you try hard to avoid the gaze of the Bridgerton family, you do not escape the sight of Lady Danbury. As she sees you loitering around corners, she calls your name. Startled, you turn quickly in her direction. With a beck of her finger, you make your way over to her.

"Lady Danbury."

"Allow me to introduce you to my guests this season. Lady Mary Sharma and her daughters. Miss Kathani Sharma and Miss Edwina Sharma."

"Delighted," you smile at them.

Mary smiles politely at you. Her daughters do, too. Edwina, in particular, shares a striking resemblance to her mother. You take a look at the two sisters. Kathani is taller than Edwina, who is rather petite. Both of them have eye that sparkle in the lights of the ballroom. Their smiles are kind, though you sense a little nervousness from Edwina.

"A pleasure. You must call me Kate," the eldest of the two says, stepping forward ro greet you properly.

"Kate. I am looking for friends this season, I would be delighted to help make you both feel more comfortable this season if Lady Danbury agrees?"

Lady Danbury gives you a nod with an amused glint in her eye.

"I would be delighted. As would my sister, I'm sure." Kate turns to look at Edwina.

"Very much so." Edwina smiles.

Edwina's voice is higher than Kate's. She speaks softer, too. There are clear differences between them, but at the same time they are rather alike.

You smile at them both.

Lady Danbury comes up beside you and leans in rather close. "Avoiding your friends?"

"Not exactly."

"No? It looked to me like you were hiding." She chuckles.

"I was merely taking some time to myself. I need to get back into this. Last year did not quite go to plan." You avoid looking at her.

"Good things come to those who wait. I recommend branching out and growing your social circle. Miss Penelope Featherington could perhaps use another friend."

You look in the direction Lady Danbury is looking. Penelope stands among mamas gossiping, no doubt. You get the hint and make your way over there, hoping to spend time with the Sharma sisters again soon.

Perhaps this year is, in fact, a good time to make mkre friends. It gives you an excuse to avoid Benedict for a while, too.

"Penelope," you greet her softly.

"Oh, hello." She smiles shyly.

"May I keep you company a while?" You ask.

"Would you not prefer being among the others?" She asks in return.

You glance around the room and then back at her. "For tonight, no. I think I would much prefer to be a wallflower."

Penelope smiles slightly.

"How are you?"

"I am well." She nods. "Just... biding my time, I suppose."

The truth was that Penelope was watching and listening. Though she couldn't quite tell you that, or for what purpose. You would never believe her anyway.

"Is that Lady Mary Sheffield Sharma?" Portia asks, watching the Sharma family walk by. Kate smiles at you as she passes. You smile back at her. "I can't believe she would show her face here again," Portia continued.

"A scandal, mama?" Cressida asks her mother.

"Lady Mary was the incomparable of our season, until she fell in love with and married some kind of clerk, I hear. The two of them absconded to India, thereafter."

"A maharajah I would have understood, but the man was no more than a common worker who already had a child." One of the other mamas chimed in.

"That must be her. The older one," Portia points out toward Kate. You look at her from beside Penelope. There was no denying Kate was gorgeous.

"Lady Mary's parents, the Sheffields, never lived down the shame, did they?"

"Too ashamed to show their faces in London."

"If only every family could be as respectable as ours. Yes, Lady Featherington?" Lady Cowper chuckles softly.

You don't see Portia's response, too focused on watching Kate and Edwina.

You turn to Penelope. "No luck for you either?" You ask softly.

"Hm? Oh. No..." Penelope looks down shyly. "Excuse me." She leaves your side and walks away. You sigh softly. You ignore the chuckle of Cressida behind you and walk off in the other direction.

You have so far managed to successfully dodge Benedict, and for that you feel great relief. He must be preoccupied elsewhere. As you walk about the room you spot Edwina being asked to dance by Lord Corning. He's a tall handsome fellow with a good background. Edwina dances elegantly with him.

"Do you know him?"

You turn to find Kate looking at you. You smile and shakes your head. "Not personally. I know of him. He's very kind."

Kate watches her sister quietly.

"Are you not dancing?" You ask.

"I am here for my sister. Hers is the only match I care about. What about you?" She asks in return.

"Oh, no. I don't think I fit into society. It's too busy, too wanting. I don't think there is a perfect match for me. I got close last season, but it did not work out."

"What of him?" Kate nods across the room. You follow her gaze and find Benedict looking at you. He makes his way over once you spot him.

"I must go," you excuse yourself and flee.

Kate watches you go, and then watches Benedict follow the path you have taken. She wasn't sure what that was about, but she felt inclined not to intervene.

You find refuge in a dark corner behind some flowers. You sigh as you lean against the wall. Dodging Benedict all night was going to be harder than you thought.

"Are you hiding from me?"

You jump and turn to see Benedict looking at you. "No."

"It seemed like you were."

"I just need some space. All that dancing..."

"I didn't see you dancing." Benedict reaches for your dance card. "Your card is empty."

You take your hand back and sigh. "I'm sorry. I was just... confused."

"About that?" He asks.

"Forget about it. Why aren't you dancing?" You ask.

"I'm avoiding the mamas."

You chuckle softly.

"Dance with me?" He asks.

Your heart skips a beat. He offers you his hand and you know you can't really say no without making him worry. You take his hand and let him guide you to the floor. You join in with the dance.

Benedict looks at you as you both dance. "So tell me, why have you been avoiding me?"

You know he's not going to let this go. "I was embarrassed, I suppose."

"Embarrassed? Why?"

"Can I ask you something?" You ask softly.

"Of course."

"What do you see when you look at me?"

Benedict is struck into silence. He wasn't expecting that question from you. He has to remind himself that you're both dancing and take care not to step on your toes.

"You're beautiful, kind, honest, smart. You brighten up a room just by being in it. Your smile is genuine. You worry a lot, but I like that about you. It shows just how much you care about things and people. If I like you, other shall surely adore you."

You feel breathless. Benedict always knows just what to say to send you into a tizzy, but his last few words stung. He likes you, but not like that.

You put on a brave smile.

"Thank you, Benedict."

You both finish the dance, and he escorts you over to the refreshment table. He grabs you a glass and takes one for himself. You both sip your drinks. Before either of you can pick up the conversation, Violet comes over and leans into Benedict's other side.

"Have you seen your sister or your brother?" She asks, looking rather flustered.

"They managed to escape you? Good for them." Benedict smiles.

You nudge him harshly with your elbow. Benedict lets out a quiet ow and walks away, leaving you with Violet. You turn to her with a soft smile. "I'm sure they're not far."

Violet smiles softly and nods. "Have you two made up then?" She asks, referring to you and Benedict.

"Made up?"

"I was under the impression something happened." She looks a little confused.

"All is well. Your son has helped me see something in me I hadn't noticed before. That's all."

Violet smiles and then shifts her gaze as Lady Danbury approaches. You greet the other woman and she nods at you with a pleasing smile.

"Lady Danbury. Splendid evening," Violet comments.

"For the most part. There are a few guests whose absence I might not have regretted."

Lady Bridgerton laughs. "I do hope I'm not one of them."

"You and I have common interest this season, it seems." Lady Danbury tells her.

"I heard. Your wards, I look forward to meeting them."

"I met them earlier," you chime in. "Two very beautiful ladies."

Violet seems pleased by your words.

The two ladies talk away, and you find this a good opportunity to sneak away. You miss Kate and Edwina leaving rather quickly from the ball, unaware what had occurred between Kate and Anthony in the garden.

Benedict finds you again rather quickly. He comes up beside you and looks around. "Has my mama ended her pursuit?"

"I don't know why you're worried. She has her hands full with Eloise and Anthony. I don't envy her position with those two."

Benedict chuckles. "Is my mama not helping you, also?"

"She has offered her assistance, yes. Yet, I do not expect to come first. Her own children are her priority, and for that, I understand. I think I shall push the subject to the back of my mind for now."

Benedict regards you quietly and then nods.

The rest of the evening passes in quiet company with the second eldest brother. He sees no reason to leave your side when he's finding himself enjoying his time so much.

He even escorts you outside at the end. Everyone is too occupied with themselves to pay any attention to you two.

Benedict sees that you get in your carriage safely and bids you farewell. You wave as the carriage leaves. He watches you go before joining his family again.

Another season, another opportunity for chaos to arise.

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[luvfy0dor]

congratulations on 600 follows yay!! always love reading your works🫶

can i request first and neck kisses with chuuya?

so sorry if im reading the rules wrong, thank you in advance!

Chuuya Nakahara + First and Neck Kisses ♡⁠˖

Warnings; probably ooc

Chuuya had been in a few relationships before he got into one with you, but no matter how many first kisses he shared with people, he always felt some anxiety form in the pit of his stomach. He knew you liked him just as much as he liked you, but the little voice in his head constantly brought up the possiblity that you'd grimace and run away like a kid anytime he thought about kissing you. Currently he sat in his office, trying to hype himself up to ask you for a kiss that night. You were gonna come over and he'd suggest you watch a romantic movie, and then he'd improvise from there on. 'A brilliant plan!' He thought, 'feels a little sleazy though, like somethin' the mackerel would do..' he shrugged and stood up, pushing his chair in and rounding his stuff up to head home. He hopped on his motorcycle and drove through the streets of Yokohama or his residence, taking the elevator up to his penthouse. His eyes widened when he found you already waiting there for him, sitting at the island in the kitchen. "Chuuya, you're home!" You say enthusiastically, hopping off the stool to give him a hug. He practically dropped everything to open his arms for your embrace, pulling you in and resting his head on his shoulder. Anticipation was building up in his stomach, giving him butterflies and making him feel silly and stupid for literally planning out his first kiss with you. He didn't care though and pulled away from the hug with a smile. "How was work?" You asked him, brushing his bangs away from his face. He stared at you with a smile but not a single thought behind his eyes. You raised a brow. "Chuuya?" You asked again, readying yourself to wave a hand in front of his face to take him out of whatever haze he was in, but he seemed to have snapped out of it on his own. "Oh, uh, it was pretty good, how was work for you?" He asked in return, his eyes staring directly at your lips, his cheeks getting a little pinker with each passing second. "It was good, my least favorite coworker was out." You tell him. "Can I kiss you?"

The words took your breath away momentarily and your eyes widened. "Uh, yeah, go right ahead-" and that's exactly what he did, gently guiding your face towards his with his gloved hand. His heart swelled in his chest as your lips finally touched like he had wanted them to for a while now. He felt your hand entangle in his slightly messy hair and pull him in closer, just to have to pull away seconds later for air. Chuuyas breath was unsteady and his cheeks, nose, and lips were all red when he peered up at you through his long lashes. You grinned. "That was super eager, Chuuya. It's okay though, I've wanted to kiss you for a while now too." His ears visibly perk up and he can't help but smile a tad bit at your words, though he tries to fight it. "Have you really?" You nod. He sighs and hugs you, burying his head in the crook of your neck and pressing some soft kisses on your skin there. You smiled and rubbed his back, drawing small hearts into the fabric of his jacket while he continued to kiss all over your neck. He eventually sighs and just rests his head on your shoulder, his body relaxing under your gentle touch. "This feels like a whole different Chuuya." You tease. "Oh, shut up, I've wanted to kiss ya for a while, it's nothin' new." He says with a grimace. It makes you giggle and you lean in to kiss him again, tracing his sharp jawline with your thumb. He's a little caught off guard but quickly leans into it like second nature, putting his hands on your hips. "It's okay Chuuya, I love you just the same." He rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say, sweetheart...I love you too, though."

A/n; AHHHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH MWAH 💖💖 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! It might be a little out of character but I hope it's not too bad, thank you for the request!!

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[ariesangelxo]

mornings, part three

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

cw: rafe x fem!reader, talk about use of drugs, dealing, one minor head injury, sad!rafe, soft!rafe, a little bit of angst, fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), nipple sucking, makeup sex, piv, creampie, pet names during sex, praise, etc.

an: i hope you all like part three! i want to quickly thank you again for the love shown for parts one and two. i cannot wait to continue writing. the interactions mean more than i can ever express.

part one part two

the silence that enveloped you was a strikingly peaceful contrast from the loud echo of a gunshot that rang in your ears.

sarah’s scream the moment you hit the ground ran a deep chill through rafe’s body. it was the sight of you, crumpled up on the beach, that snapped him out of his cocaine-fueled rage.

as people at the boneyard ran from jj firing off the gun, you lay perfectly still. rafe jumped into action, running over to you. he cradled your head and to his horror, he felt liquid on one of his hands. you had sustained a small cut to the back of your head when you passed out, an unfortunately placed rock being in the same landing spot as your skull.

when rafe pulled one of his hands away from the back of your head his skin turned nearly white. he looked up at sarah, tears forming in his eyes as he yelled for her to get kie. something in him changed, he realized in that moment how close he was to truly losing you.

kie told rafe to move as she lifted your head, supporting your neck so that she could try and feel for the injury. rafe stood up, walking absentmindedly to the ocean where he rid his stomach of the alcohol he’d drank earlier to try and numb the pain of seeing you again. he felt a hand rubbing his back and looked over to see sarah.

“she’s okay, rafe. she just got a cut from a rock. kie said everything else feels okay.” rafe felt a surge of relief go through him.

he went back over to you, salty tears cascading down his cheeks as he gently held you, “i love you. i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so, so sorry. you need to wake up though, we gotta get you out of here.”

you began to come out of unconsciousness, just barely catching rafe’s words as the pounding in your head hit you. you harshly shut your eyes, the noise from kie and pope yelling at jj only intensified the pain.

rafe hushed them, shooting a glare towards jj. “hi my sweet girl,” he whispered softly to you, running his hand gently over your forehead.

you opened your eyes to see him. your heart began racing, it had been so long since you’d been this close to him. the way he looked at you, his usually icy blue eyes now warm with concern, filled your stomach with butterflies. “rafe,” you croaked out, your face twisting at the sound of your own scratchy voice, “my head hurts.”

“i know. just hang in there f’me, okay? we’re gonna get you home.” he picked you up bridal style, silently looking over to sarah to ask her to come with. she quickly nodded, following after him.

the drive back to tannyhill was quiet. you were in the backseat, lying down with your head on rafe’s lap as sarah drove.

the anger you’d been harboring towards the cameron boy was set aside. it was difficult for you to have the energy to be mad when his eyes were glossy with unshed tears, holding you like his life depended upon it.

rafe carried you into the silent home, bringing you to the bathroom where he grabbed a first aid kit. he dabbed at the cut on the back of your head, holding your chin to keep you still.

“this might hurt a little, just stay still,” he murmured as he focused.

you winced at the initial contact, letting out a slight whimper, “shhh, you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

the gentle tone in his voice made you want to cry. it felt like it had been stolen away from you so long ago, a precious artifact that was a mere memory of your once perfect relationship.

rafe caught the slight wobble in your bottom lip, quickly pulling away from the back of your head. your eyes opened at the sudden lack of contact to see the frown on his lips, “are you okay? was it hurting too much?”

“no, no, it’s okay.” you responded, holding his gaze. rafe nodded softly, finishing up cleaning the small wound before looking you over. you could tell his head was swarming with thoughts, the way he furrowed his brows and brought his bottom lip between his teeth was a dead giveaway.

a part of you was tempted to question him, to ask what he was thinking about and pick his brain to pull out the answers you so desperately wanted. the other part of you told you not to. the possibility of some of your worst fears becoming the truth would completely break you now.

it took you a moment to register the sound of rafe's voice, your eyes snapped up at him, "i'm sorry, what was that?"

"i asked if you needed help walking back to my room."

"why would i be going to your room?" you questioned him, a bit thrown off by his firm tone.

"because you hit your head, it's getting late, and you don't have a way to drive home right now. plus, somebody needs to watch over you to make sure you're okay." he responded, his voice matter-of-fact.

"and that means i'm supposed to crawl into your bed and act like everything's normal?" you laughed humorlessly, the bubbling anger in the back of your mind beginning to rise again.

rafe brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose, pinching it as he took in a deep breath to keep his cool. "don't argue with me right now. you're not going home. you are going to get into bed and let me watch over you."

your shoulders slumped, you knew he was right. with a small huff you jumped down from the countertop, walking into his room and immediately going to his closet to grab one of his t-shirts to sleep in. rafe had followed behind you, not saying a word as you fell into what used to be your normal routine before bed with him.

he stripped down to his boxers while you wanted to hit your head against the wall, your heart betraying your brain as it began to race at the sight of his muscular body.

you rubbed your eyes, attempting to rid yourself of those thoughts before you crawled into your side of his bed. you couldn't help but wonder to yourself if anyone else had slept in this spot, your spot, since you broke up. the idea made you feel nauseated and had your skin crawling.

you shivered at the idea, turning over so that your back was to rafe. you knew you couldn't look at him, not when this felt far more intimate than you were comfortable with. your entire body lay stiff, the tension between you two could have been cut with a knife.

"rafe?" you whispered out, keeping your eyes focused on the small sliver of moonlight that seeped its way through his curtains.

"yeah, kid?"

"why'd you do it?" you felt adrenaline rush through your body, the type of feeling you get after you send a risky text and throw your phone away from you, wanting to know the response but also being terrified of what may be coming.

he was quiet for a moment, "do what?"

"cheat."

"i didn't... i didn't cheat on you." his voice held a vault of emotions. you couldn't bring yourself to face him, unknowingly missing the key to that vault, the way he looked at you like the thought of choosing someone over you would kill him.

"what were you doing with her then?"

"will you please look at me?" rafe's voice wavered slightly, the fear of you rejecting him was unmistakable.

you hesitated, your breath catching in your throat. it was easier to have this conversation when you couldn't see him, it was easier to pretend as though this was just in your head and not a part of your current reality. however, the way his voice wavered tugged at your heart. his vulnerability, that you'd missed so much, made you feel like you had to turn over.

once you moved so you were facing him, you could tell he was holding back his emotions. it was a look you were all too familiar with, one you'd seen many times when rafe would come to you after he'd been in a fight with ward. he always feared that crying made him weak, ward had instilled that into him from a young age, among other things.

he inhaled a shaky breath, "i-i would never cheat on you. i fucked up, badly, but not in that way."

you gave him a confused look, "what do you mean? and if you weren't cheating on me, then why did you let her touch you? why'd you look at her like that? you... you changed rafe. the last few months of our relationship you became a completely different person, you weren't the man i fell in love with."

he winced slightly at your words. "i know," he looked upset with himself, "i- i lost a lot of my dad's money. it was a stupid deal i thought i was in on and the guy ended up fucking me over. i started using again, but i didn't want you to know. i knew how disappointed you'd be. i thought i could just do it a couple times, to feel better. but that turned into me owing barry more and more money. he told me i could pay him back by working for him, selling at parties."

you were disappointed in him, disappointed that he didn't tell you sooner. "rafe... why didn't you say something? instead of leaving me in the dark, literally. i can't count on two hands the number of times i waited for you to come home, just to cry myself to sleep in your bed. this also doesn't explain what happened at the country club." your tone was firm, but not angry.

"her name is sofia. she saw me at one of top's parties and wanted to buy, but by the time she meant to, i'd left. i didn't like her touching me, but she wanted to buy a lot. it would have paid off a decent amount of money i owe."

you analyzed his face, his words, the tone of his voice, anything and everything to try and figure out if he was telling the truth. you knew the way his eyes would dart around the room when he lied, eye contact made it too hard for him, the way he'd pick at the skin around his fingernails as a distraction from the guilt that would arise in his stomach. he wasn't expressing any of his usual tells.

"have- have you been with anyone? since i left?" you asked nervously.

"no- god, no. baby, i've been a wreck. i... i stopped trying to reach out because i knew you needed space. i'm so sorry for how i treated you, i love you more than anything in the world." rafe professed to you, spilling out his emotions that could no longer be held back.

a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and you gently reached your thumb up to wipe it away. the way he leaned into your touch truly made the walls you'd built up crumble away. the small action was a bulldozer, taking them out like they were made of snow.

"i love you too, rafe. i just... i'm scared that you're going to drift away again. that broke me, i've been a shell of a person for the past month. i can't go through that another time." your voice came out just above a whisper, a sad smile on your face as a tear of your own fell down your cheek.

he shook his head, "i promise i won't shut you out again. i can't lose you. you're everything to me, i don't- i won't ever go through another day not talking to you."

he wrapped his large arms around you, pulling you close against his bare chest as he rested his chin on top of your head. you couldn't stop the tears that began falling. you'd be the world's worst liar if you said you didn't miss him, that this wasn't the only thing you'd truly wanted the last month, that you didn't love this man with your entire heart.

he placed a firm kiss on your hairline, "i love you."

"i love you too, rafe."

"let me make it up to you," he whispered against your forehead, moving you back slightly so he could look you in the eyes. you nodded, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.

he gently flipped you over, laying you on your back as he crawled over you. his arms rested on both sides of your head, caging you in. he brought his rough thumbs to your cheeks, wiping the tears away and placing kisses were they once were.

"you're so beautiful, my perfect girl." he murmured against your skin. you felt a rush of electricity jolt through you, going straight to your core at his words.

his lips met yours. the initial kiss was gentle, sweet, and full of love. they quickly became heated though, the rough dance of your lips was full of unspoken words telling of how badly your bodies needed each other.

your hands moved up and down his torso. the feeling of his warm skin underneath your fingertips made your cheeks heat up. he lifted the hem of his shirt on you, breaking apart your kiss momentarily so he could take it off of you.

his lips went to your jawline, trailing down your neck and to your collarbone. he sucked on your sweet spot, undoubtedly leaving marks that you'd attempt to hide when you went home tomorrow.

your soft moans were a melody to his ears, his favorite song that he'd never get tired of hearing. his mouth moved down to your nipples. he gently took one between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to bring you a sensation of pain that was incredibly pleasureful. his hand reached up to your other nipple, twisting it between his fingers. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to bring yourself a little bit of relief.

rafe tsked, he pulled away from your tits, the loss of contact making you whimper. though he moved down, spreading your thighs apart as he left a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. he hovered over you, the spot you needed him most radiating heat.

he smirked at you, bringing his thumb to circle around your clit softly through your panties. "rafe, please," you whined out.

"please what, baby? use your words." he taunted.

"need you to touch me." your slightly swollen lips forming into a pout.

he couldn't deny you now, not when you looked so sweet, so needy, like an angel sent just for him. "that's my good girl." he said as he pulled down your last bit of clothing, revealing your wet cunt to him.

"such a pretty pussy." you couldn't tell if rafe was speaking to you or to himself. he gazed at your core like a starved man. in a swift motion, he brought his arms underneath your legs, hooking them over his shoulders as his lips attached to your clit. your breath caught in your throat, the moans that fell from your lips were impossible to silence.

he groaned as your fingers moved down to tug at his hair, the vibrations causing you to screw your eyes shut tightly. he could never, would never get tired of tasting you.

his cock throbbed against his boxers. he began grinding his hips against his mattress, you could have sworn it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

"need you inside of me, please." you whined out, trying to pull him up closer to you. he pulled away from your dripping mess, meeting your lips with his. his tongue pried its way into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

you tugged at his boxers, moving the fabric down so his cock sprung out. the sight of him, red with pre-cum smeared around the tip, only encouraged you further. you pushed them as far down as you could reach and he helped you out by taking them off.

"lay back." he demanded, and you complied. he licked his lips at your nude body, "you're so perfect. all mine. my angel."

he grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times before he lined it up with your cunt. the initial push in stole your breath away. the stretch of him always taking you a moment to get used to. he moved slowly, hips going inch by inch until he was all the way inside of you.

"fuck, sweetheart. always so fuckin' good for me." he bit his lip as he groaned.

"please, rafe. need you to move." he didn't think he could deny you anything when you spoke like that, not that he would ever want to. he moved back, pulling away until just the tip remained inside of you, before thrusting back in all the way.

your back arched at the feeling. he filled you perfectly. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both of your moans filled the room. they bounced off the walls, echoing your need for each other. he grabbed the backs of your knees, folding your legs up so you were nearly in half. the new position allowed him to reach a deeper angle.

"rafe, feels- feels so good. missed you s'much." he sped up his thrusts at your whimpers. he was overcome by the lust that swirled around his head, clouding his thoughts so he couldn't think of a single thing other than how amazing you felt wrapped around him.

when rafe brought his thumb down to your clit, you saw stars. you felt tears come to your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.

"just like that, just like that, please. 'm so close." rafe's eyes rolled back at your pleas. the way you begged him made him pushed him closer and closer to his peak.

"cum for me, my sweet girl. cum around my cock, you've been doing so good f'me. i'm right behind you." his permission is what send you over the edge. your walls clenched around him as you threw your head back, your vision going white. you yelled out his name, telling the entire world that you were his and he was yours.

rafe was telling the truth, seconds after you fluttered around him he gave one last thrust into you. he held you close to him as his cock pulsed inside of you, filling you up with his cum.

"i love you. i love you. i love you." he moaned out as he orgasmed. his words were a promise to you. he's loved you since the day he met you, nothing could ever change that.

you both breathed heavily as he fell next to you. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest as he kissed your forehead. you looked up at him, giving him a tired, but very satisfied, smile. he couldn't help but give you one in return. the rafe you'd missed so dearly was back, you saw him in the way he looked at you now.

"as badly as i don't want you to get up, you need to go pee." he reminded you gently, giving you a soft pat on your butt.

you groaned, "think you need to carry me. my legs aren't gonna work right now."

rafe let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. it was your favorite sound in the world, it made your heart flutter like you were a school girl who was just noticed by her crush for the first time.

he picked you up, walking you over to his bathroom as he set you down on the toilet. he cleaned himself up and put a clean pair of boxers on, grabbing a new t-shirt for you to sleep in.

that night you fell asleep in his arms. you didn't need to take a benzo to sleep. you didn't pass out with tear-stains on your cheeks or your throat sore from crying. you slept through the entire night, not once having a nightmare that ended in an explosive breakup between you and rafe. and in the morning, when you woke up, rafe was right next to you. he was asleep, his features being illuminated by the morning sun, his limbs tangled with yours, his gentle breathing that had his chest rising and falling beneath your head, it was all him. it was perfect. you couldn't stop the large smile that spread across your face, you could stay like this forever. mornings with him will always be your favorite, after all.

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𝐀 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

Summary: After Rafe returns from World War II, he falls in love with his wife's sister.

Warnings: Psychological problems, war trauma, unwanted pregnancy and betrayal.

Author's notes: this story contains references to several dramatic romantic films and also features Lana del Rey's aesthetics

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The war was an episode in Rafe's life that he doesn't want anyone to go through. He went to war to fight for his country and came back from the war with victory, but Rafe had to sacrifice Your psychology and your solidarity. Everyone in America was shouting glory and happiness, but the soldiers were shouting pain and suffering. And to make matters worse, Rafe didn't find his parents, He looked for them but did not find them. Rafe was lost. But he still had a salvation. Before leaving for war, Rafe left a girlfriend, who lived in the interior of the United States, He only had that option and so he went in search of his girlfriend's family.

Before Rafe left for the interior of the United States, he sent a letter to his girlfriend, explaining his situation and also asking for permission from his parents to live with her. Rafe's girlfriend immediately sent another letter saying that he could go, and that her parents were waiting for him.

When Rafe read that letter, his heart eased. He just wanted to get away from New York as quickly as possible, that city was really crazy, and he also had a house now, And he wouldn't need to live under the bridge.

After a few days, Rafe bought his train ticket to go in search of his girlfriend's house. It was three hours on the train, until the driver informed him that they were already there new hampshire. When Rafe hears this, he is on alert to let go on the train at any moment, but when he looks out the train window he sees a young woman, playing with butterflies.

When Rafe saw her, he was immediately enchanted by her beauty. He leaned towards the window to get a better look at the young woman, but the train was fast so it was only a few seconds before he could see her Candle.

That girl's face stayed in Rafe's head, until he boarded the train, that look and her smile left Rafe infinitely enchanted. Rafe stopped thinking about it, he had a girlfriend and that was too clear. Rafe got a ride on a cart, and asked to take him to the address on the paper.

Arriving there, Rafe came across a relatively average house, the environment had flowers, butterflies, trees, it was a very magical place and that was what Rafe needed, something that reminded him of Peace.

Rafe approaches the house and knocks on the door. Until he sees his girlfriend euphorically open

"Oh my! Rafe!!" Rafe's girlfriend screams and jumps on his neck, kissing him and hugging him.

Rafe let out a small laugh, it had been ages since anyone had done that to him.

"Hey! I miss you too Amelia" Rafe says hugging her and kissing her neck.

"let's go! Come in, my mother prepared dinner for you" Amália says pulling Rafe into the house.

When Rafe enters, he smells a familiar smell, he smells food and love and peace in that house, he didn't know what that was, after the second world war. Rafe also came across Amélia's mother smiling at him and Amélia's father was next to her mother.

"Well... you must be Rafe, right? Welcome my son" Rafe's mother says hugging Rafe and kissing him on the cheek.

Rafe was enjoying being treated like that, but It was six years, being treated like rubbish, in the Second World War, so his communication life was bizarre.

"I really appreciate everything you're all doing for me" Rafe says looking down and thanking Amélia's family.

"Well... we have to thank you, for having contributed to the victory of the United States in the war" Amélia's father says, placing his hand on Rafe's shoulder.

And just Rafe thinking about the second world war, the old woman vomiting in his stomach.

"Amélia? Where's your sister? Isn't she back from the woods yet?" Amélia's mother speaks, asking, speaking.

"Hey mom, I don't know! She was near the train station" Amélia says hugging Rafe and petting him.

"I'll send your brother to look for her, the whole family will have dinner here" Amelia's mother demands

A little time passed and Rafe was in his room organizing some of his things. And his head hurt so much, his hands were shaking and his heart was always racing. Rafe was having psychological problems Due to the war, this was a fact.

Well... leaving the room, Rafe went straight to the dining table, eating the food that his mother-in-law made. And when Rafe arrived he came across a girl he had seen when he was on the train. and as incredible as it may seem, Rafe's heart calms down when he looks into her eyes, the anxiety is gone. She was like an angel

"Hey Rafey, I want to introduce you to my little sister! This one is Celeste" Amélia says pushing Rafe closer to Celeste, so they can say hello

"It's a pleasure...to meet you..." Rafe speaks, completely mesmerized by Celeste

"and it's a pleasure to meet you too... Rafe" Celeste says with a huge smile and that smile was the most beautiful smile Rafe has ever seen.

Six months later:

It was already June and summer, and Rafe's girlfriend's entire family were having lunch in the garden of their house. Rafe was already used to the simple and cute life. And your psychological problems improve a lot After he met Celeste. Celeste was like Rafe's best friend, the two were always together, playing and laughing. Rafe always admired her so much that he wanted Celeste to be his girlfriend.

After lunch in the garden, Rafe went in search of Celeste as the girl was always in the woods, and rarely had dinner with her family.

Going there, Rafe managed to find her, Celeste was lying on grass covered in pink petals, and she looked beautiful, so beautiful. The sun reflected off her as if she were a diamond, and her skin It looked so soft and delicate at that moment, Rafe wanted to stay there for hours, but unfortunately or fortunately. Celeste ended up seeing him, and waved calling him.

"hello big man!" Celeste says smiling to Rafe and Rafe loved that smile so much

"Hey Cele, what are you doing here alone?" Rafe speaks in a worried tone, he knew there were several bad men, wanting to harm Celeste

"I was waiting for you! I knew you would look for me like a hunter" Celeste says acting 'strange'

"Okay...and how did you know I was going to look for you?" Rafe asks, looking confused, and Celeste gets closer to his face.

"because you love me, and I love you"

TO BE CONTINUED?

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Pre getting together!

𝐚/𝐧 ⤫ I love luke and violet so much you guys don’t understand I’m so obsessed😩 welcome to another version of friend luke and violet making out. as always I hope you enjoy and don’t be afraid to spam me with lukey and vi thoughts🥰 this is like senior year luke and violet 😚

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“we have to study, actually study lu, the math quiz-“ violet’s words get cut off by luke pressing his lips to hers again, his hands sneaking underneath her hoodie to caress the bare skin at her waist

violet forgets what she was saying a minute ago, moving easily when luke tugs her on top of him, her legs going on either side of his hips. a position she’s found herself in time and time again the last few weeks. her and luke’s study sessions always ending in make outs so heavy it made her unable to look ellen in the eye on the way home.

“mm we don’t need to study, I’ll pass, and you’ll stress yourself out, convinced you’ve failed only to get a 100 like you always do,” luke mumbles against her lips, tugging on the edge of her hoodie and violet lifts her arms to help him take it off, leaving her in a tight fitted crop strappy top.

violet’s head falls back with a breathy sigh as luke’s lips trail down her neck to her collarbone, sucking harshly on the skin at the top of her breast. violet’s protest at him leaving marks dies on her tongue, both because he has her tongue twisted and because she knows she likes them more than she’ll admit.

“we have to do math,” violet tries again, no real conviction on her tone. if luke removes her from his lap she might actually cry. doing math was the last thing she wanted to do when she could stay here and run her hands all over her best friend’s prominent abs

“one mouth, another mouth, three kisses. math,” luke mumbles, moving back up to her lips and nipping at her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue

“one and one equals three? you sure you don’t wanna study math lukey?” violet giggles and luke closes his eyes, dropping his head back and letting out a laugh, genuinely perplexed at how he just made that simple error

“it’s your fault. I can’t do anything with you in my lap, never mind math, even if it is simple math. you distract me,” luke defends himself, his hands placed firmly on her hips, trying not to think about her ass resting right above his dick, luke connects their lips in another deep kiss before pulling away, smiling cheekily when she leans forward, chasing his lips with her own.

“luke,” she whines when she lowers her lips to meet his and he swerves away.

“what? I thought you wanted to study math,” luke answers, the epitome of innocence, teasing smile breaking out on his face when his girl sends him a glare

“just shh and bring your lips over here,” violet replies, and luke feels the swarm of butterflies in his stomach as she tugs on his chain

“yes ma’am,” he grins, following orders.

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