#two months ago i thought of them as my closest friend

[joeyalohadream]

Clegan Modern Neighbors! AU

This will be a multi-chapter buck x bucky modern AU and they're neighbors! I'm excited and also nervous for this one, but eager to share. I have it all mapped out, but figured I'd get the introduction out there to see if there is any interest.

Title: Never Thought I’d Fall for the Boy Next Door

Introduction –

The unit next to Bucky’s own in the quaint lakeside apartment building near the marina in Manitowoc has been vacant since the red eviction notice was hung on the door back in May. Now, only days away from August beginning Bucky notices a change for the first time in weeks.

He exits the elevator upon his return from the marina, sweat soaked and sunburnt from working in the hot summer sun all morning. As he walks past the vacant 6B, he notices that the door is ajar. His footsteps halt out of curiosity, but as he’s about to give a gentle knock, the door swings open and he smiles as he’s greeted by Robert Rosenthal exiting the unit.

“Rosie, my favorite landlord!” Bucky moves to close the space between them to go in for his typical enthusiastic full body handshake but is swatted with the clipboard in his friend’s hand before he can make contact.

“Keep your sweaty paws to yourself Egan,” Rosie grumbles, but still smiles and nods in lieu of Bucky’s preferred physical greeting.

Bucky throws him an exaggerated pout but backs off with his hands raised placatingly. Rosie and he have known each other since their days playing high school baseball and while Bucky loves to push his buttons, he can acknowledge that he’s a little more than ripe at the moment.

“So, what brings you up to my floor? I haven’t seen you around much since that yahoo finally moved outta here.”

Bucky had been more than happy to see his last neighbor go. Bucky had lived in this building, in 6A, since he returned from college six years ago and he was proud of the work and care he’d put into it to make it a home. Other than his ma’s house, no place was more comfortable to him than the little nook he’d carved out for himself in this building.

He'd gone through many neighbors over the years. It’s a small place, typically attracting young couples on their way to saving to buy their first home. Most of his experiences had been positive. He’s a friendly guy and he always wants to make new friends, so the forced proximity of sharing this corner of the hallway with 6B inevitably leads to some meetups.

The first neighbor Bucky had had was a man, a couple years his junior, by the name of Curt Biddick. He’d moved in to get a break away from his parents, who he had since learned came from old money, and a lot of it. He and Bucky had become fast friends, a shared love of food, alcohol and sports had led to many an evening in each other’s spaces.

Once Curt had finished his culinary classes at the technical school downtown, he’d reconnected with his family and eventually moved out to a large house right on the water. Bucky spends almost every weekend over there lazing about the beach and the pool and utilizing all of Curt’s waterfront toys.

When Curt isn’t helping his father run the two restaurants he owns, he’s collaborating with Bucky on his podcast, and Bucky couldn’t be more grateful to Rosie that he’d leased 6B to someone who grew to be one of his closest friends.

While his first ever neighbor turned out to be a blessing, his last one was a curse. A man in his mid-thirties had moved in at the beginning of the year and at first, he’d seemed decent. He had no interest in small talk, but he wasn’t rude about it. The most Bucky got from him was a head nod and an occasional, “hello.” Which was fine. Bucky was aware that despite his roguish good looks and his undeniable charm, not everyone wanted to be his best friend.

But after a month had gone by, he noticed that the guy from 6B was no longer a loner. The door opened at all hours of the day and night and Bucky noticed an endless string of visitors. Some around his age, some significantly older, some men and some women. The loud music started soon after the visitors, followed by constant shouting and what sounded like a not insignificant amount of potential property damage. The smell of cigarette smoke creeped into the hallway constantly, and despite indulging in the habit himself on occasion, it bothered Bucky endlessly that Rosie’s pride and joy was being treated like a bar.

He’d tried to speak with his neighbor about the disturbance one time, but when he’d answered the door, it was clear that something chemical had taken 6Bs ability to even stand up straight. He’d been angry the moment he’d opened the door and noticed it was Bucky and not one of his usual visitors. Bucky had made it back into his apartment with a crumpled shirt and a clenched fist, proud of himself that his famous temper was still controllable when he really wanted it to be.

 His little slice of comfort he’d created for himself in this building was slowly becoming a burden and he spent more nights sleeping in one of the many spare bedrooms at Curt’s place than in his own apartment.

Only after Curt offered him a permanent relocation, “You know I got plenty a’ space to spare Bucky,” did he finally gather his wits and speak to Rosie.

While Bucky had been away at college studying Sports Broadcasting, Rosie had apprenticed with his father who owned several residential properties in Manitowoc, including this one. He completed some maintenance and management courses at the same technical school Curt ended up attending and eventually was given ownership of this property. Bucky had rented from him during his first month of ownership and the improvements that Rosie made hadn’t stopped since. He put his trust in his landlord and friend, shared his concerns about his neighbor and after a couple weeks of police reports and confrontations that improved Rosie’s already impeccable reputation in Bucky’s eyes, an eviction notice was slapped on 6B.

Thankfully Bucky never saw him again after that, and other than the very occasional disheveled visitor that somehow makes it passed the digital locks into the building to knock on the door to the empty apartment, Bucky has had his little slice of paradise back.

Taking in the clipboard in Rosie’s hand and only just now noticing the smell of fresh paint permeating through the door, Bucky hopes that still stays true.

Rosie heaves a sigh, “I had some contractors come in early this morning to put a fresh coat of paint in the unit. The cigarette smell really lingers and it’s made it tough to rent.”

“I’ll bet,” Bucky grimaces. “Think the paint will do the trick for ya?”

Rosie shrugs with a smile, “Doesn’t much matter actually seeing as I rented it two days ago, even with that stench.”

Bucky blinks in surprise and scoffs, “Let me guess, they wanted lower rent and a fresh paint job to sweeten the deal?”

Rosie laughs and shakes his head, “That’s honestly what I expected, and I probably would’ve gone for it at this point. But no, not at all. This guy just looked around and said it was fine. He even asked if he was allowed to paint the walls or if it was against the lease agreement.”

“That right?” Bucky was skeptical, but he had already decided to be very picky about who got to be his neighbor from now on.

“Yeah, man,” Rosie continued. “I was standing right next to him, and the smell was bothering me so it had to bother him too. But he just asked if he could paint. I’m sure he figured it would help with the smell and didn’t want to push.”

“But why wouldn’t he want to push?” Bucky questioned the odd behavior. “I wouldn’t want to pay my hard-earned money for a place that smelled like a bar, no offense, and I definitely wouldn’t spend my hard earned money to also offer to fix it.”

Rosie laughed but nodded too. “Yeah, Bucky I know. But that’s honestly one of the reasons I rented it to him so quick. I think he’s just a genuinely good dude. He’d already passed the rental background check with flying colors, and he seemed a little desperate to get into somewhere near here. I didn’t want to lose the business.”

Bucky nodded along but still had his doubts. “You say he seems like a ‘genuinely good dude’? Well, I say he sounds gullible as hell and a little naive.”

Rosie puts one hand on his hip and waves his clipboard at him with the other. “Alright Bucky, that’s enough of that.” He scolds. “I know your last experience with a new neighbor was worse than bad and I sympathize with that, especially considering I rented the unit to the guy.”

Bucky immediately moves to defend Rosie. Despite the truth of his words, Bucky doesn’t have any ill will towards the other man, only gratitude for how quickly he righted the situation.

“I’m not done yet,” Rosie cuts him off with another swing of his clipboard. “But this new guy is not like that. I’m willing to bet my reputation that this one is going to work out for both of us. I’ve only met him in person once, but I can already tell you’re going to like him.”

Bucky trusts Rosie, he really does but he’s going to go into this new situation with both eyes wide open. The last occupant of 6B seemed perfectly normal at first too, so Bucky is not just going to take Rosie’s word for it.

“Alright, I’ll keep an open mind,” Bucky relents a little, letting Rosie lower his clipboard. “But then why’d you have the apartment painted if the guy agreed to take it as is?”

Rosie rubs the back of his neck and shrugs, “I felt bad renting it to someone like him without at least trying to improve it a bit. Plus, I take pride in this place, and it’ll help me sleep at night.”

“Someone like him?”

Rosie looks a little flustered, “He’s like, really nice Bucky. Kind, you know?”

Bucky narrows his eyes, “Would you have painted it for someone like me Rosie?”

Rosie laughs and pats him on the shoulder, pulling his hand away with a grimace when it comes away wet and Bucky laughs in return. “Course I would Bucky.”

“You’re good people Rosie,” Bucky answers. “Well, when’s my future neighbor move in, huh?”

Rosie looks at his watch and does some mental math. “He’s coming by for the paperwork and the keys in an hour, but he said it’ll take him a couple of days to actually move in.”

Bucky sighs and nods, “Alright well, I’m going out with Curt and Kenny for drinks tonight so I’ll probably miss him. I’ll roll out the welcome wagon when I see him around.”

“Thanks Bucky,” Rosie says with a small smile. “I know you got used to the solitude, but you can trust me on this. You’re gonna like 6B.”

“Only time will tell Rosie,” Bucky backs away towards his own door. “Catch ya later!”

He watches as Rosie waves his clipboard at him and then makes his way down the hall towards the elevator. Bucky enters his apartment and pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it into his hamper once he reaches his bedroom. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shoots a quick text to Curt.

Getting a new neighbor in the next couple days. Still up for drinks?

He undresses and turns the shower on and waits for the water to warm. His phone buzzes and he laughs as reads the message.

Aw, no neighbor will ever compare to your first 6B 😉 But if they turn out to be like the last one, I’m ready to kick some ass.

Noted, tough guy. Drinks?

Satisfied with the water temperature, Bucky goes to put the phone down when it buzzes in his hand.

As long as you don’t mind being a third wheel!

Bucky grins and replies immediately.

You gotta actually ask him out before I can be considered a third wheel Curtie.

I’m playing the long game Bucky, you know that.

Eager to wash off the mornings grime, Bucky sends another text.

Where and when?

He waits a moment and grins at his phone as he reads Curt’s response.

The Wharf at 5! Second shift starts at 4 and Benny hired a new server we gotta check out. Well youuuuu gotta check out. I’m telling you, Bucky… you’re gonna swoon.

Only time will tell, see you at 5!

He shoots the text back and drops the phone onto the counter, finally hoping into the hot stream of water. Two new people to meet apparently in his very near future. He’s as skeptical of Curt’s matchmaking skill as he is of having a new neighbor so he’s not feeling overly confident on either front.

Only time will time.

#buck x bucky #clegan #gale cleven #john egan #buck x bucky au #mota fanfic #mota fic #mota modern au

[mamamanguito]

it's crazy how not talking to someone you were really close to for like a month and a half can do to you

#so this friend of mine who struggles with depression started isolating themselves and stopped talking to me #we go to classes together and even tho we were literally sitting next to each other he didn't even said his hellos or goodbyes #i tried to respect their space but me struggling with abandonment issues as i am started spiralling out of control #i had several mental breakdowns because i felt and honestly still do feel alone and rejected and like a burden and yeah #and although we talked things out we just haven't been talking since #and I'm afraid our relationship will never be the same #i genuinely feel like i lost someone again #although i tried to be understanding after i got told that he doesn't considers me at all while going through things #which okay fair #I feel so silly and also terribly hurt by how time and time again the people i love and value the most just don't prioritize me at all #like I'm not even important enough to them #and honestly after talking about it we went back to not talking #so i tries to remove myself from that and just decided not to try to talk until they are ready to do so #so i can be a good friend #but honestly I'm not trying to be a good friend #i was just hurt and now I can't bring myself to try again #two months ago i thought of them as my closest friend #and now i can't even remember how it was #I can't remember how we used to talk #i don't think i can ever go back #and i feel bad for feeling this way #specially because i now they're going through tough times #but i can't help myself #i wish i could be more detached and normal #then maybe these things wouldn't affect me at all

[totheblood]

I WISH I NEVER MET YOU.

pairing: ex!ellie williams x reader

warnings: SUGGESTIVE mdni 18+... not sm*t but close... cursing, drinking, bitchy ellie

a/n: i love this song and was like wait... i need to write a fic based off of this song so i did that and i just love mean and spiteful ellie like... i apologize.. ai audios in the fic <3 reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses

wc: 2.3k

"tryna forget the seven minutes we had in heaven."

The world was spinning.

Or that was what it felt like. The tequila you had downed earlier was now starting to mix with the joint you shared with Dina earlier on her front step. She had held the nearly finished stub in between her fingers and had her other hand tracing circles on the fleshy part of your thigh. It was all innocent as you laughed about the new job she had started and her weird coworker who had asked her out a few times. It was all innocent until she mentioned Ellie and how she said she was going to stop by later that night. 

It wasn’t a party, but it wasn’t not a party. A few of your friends had gathered at Dina and Cora’s new place, a housewarming party done their way. Inside a few friends had gathered around a table playing some card game and taking shots, but you needed some fresh air and Dina had followed you. From out here you could hear the faint music coming from inside, and the streetlights made Dina’s skin look golden, but it was still early and you were already fairly drunk. 

“She said she’s coming?” you confirmed, needing to double-check that Ellie agreed to be in the same room as you. 

“Yeah,” Dina coughed, taking a deep hit of the joint, the end glowing yellow and orange, “Said she feels bad about not coming around anymore.”

“Right,” you scoffed, grabbing the joint from her and taking a deep hit, closing your eyes as you blew out the smoke. 

“Can you not do that tonight?” Dina set her face up in a pout, eyes dramatically wide, “She’s finally getting over whatever this was and I just want us to be normal again.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you rolled your eyes, sitting up straighter, “I tried to talk to her but she didn’t want to. Not my fault.”

“But isn’t it?” Dina started. She knew she was crossing a boundary she shouldn’t, but she was also tipsy and exhausted from the standoff you and Ellie had.

She wasn’t wrong, it was technically your fault. Months ago you were at a party gathering just like this, twice as drunk as you were right now. Some idiot, probably Cora, had suggested playing 7 minutes in heaven, just like you all had done in high school. No one in the room was sober, therefore everyone agreed. 

A circle was formed in the living room, everyone sitting with their legs criss-crossed on the floor, giggling and blushing like 10th graders. One couple had decided to sit it out and watch the game from the couch. Two seats to your left sat Ellie, hair pulled back into a loose bun and her face already a bright red. She never was your closest friend, but she was still someone you talked to often. You’d occasionally Facetime, send each other TikToks, and sit next to each other if the group went out for dinner. But you were not her best friend, and she definitely wasn’t yours.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t think about her often. She had this girlish charm that usually translated as awkwardness and she would always make jokes under her breath, just loud enough for only you to hear them. You didn’t notice how red she got whenever she made you laugh like she had just won the world’s biggest prize. But besides that, she was cute. Really cute, and perpetually single. The group would often make jokes asking why she never dated anyone, and she would just make some comment about how she was waiting for the ‘right one’. Her eyes would always flicker over to you when she said that.

But this night, when she spun the bottle and it landed on you she nearly choked. You looked up at her with your doe eyes, those fucking eyes, she thought, and she nearly lost it. Everyone was laughing, clapping, and hollering at the idea of the two of you being locked in a dim closet for 7 minutes. 

“We don’t have to…” She started, preparing herself for rejection, “if you’re not comfortable.”

“Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?”

Click. 

The door locked the two of you inside the tiny room. This close to you she could smell you. She could smell the liquor coming off of you in waves mixing with vanilla perfume. There was just enough light for her to make out your features, the tip of your nose, and the crease in between your eyebrows. From this close, she could see everything.

“So…” her voice faltered, nervousness seeping into her tone, “what do we do?”

“I think you’re supposed to kiss me,” you whispered back, your voice immediately sending a flood to her pants.

“Do you want me to?” She whispered back, eyes searching your face and landing on your lips. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, before nodding. Fuck. She took a shaky breath, her calloused fingers grazing the open skin of your waist. Her fingers were cold but your body ran hot, you were unsure if it was the alcohol or her having this effect on you. Her fingertips curled inwards, pulling you closer to her.

You were now chest to chest, both of you heavy breathing despite not having kissed yet. You were so close that she could feel your heartbeat and your tits. She gripped you a little bit harder causing you to groan. It was all so painfully slow, each movement dragged out. She dipped her head down, her lips now just hovering over yours making your eyelids flutter closed. You could feel her smile before she kissed you, as slow and languid as her movements were before.

Her lips were soft, tongue peeking through and grazing your teeth, urging them open. She was kissing your like her life depended on it. Your hands gripped at her neck, trying to pull her closer but she stumbled forward pushing you into the shelf. 

“Fuck,” she breathed in between a wet kiss, “you okay?” 

“Mhm,” You hummed. Her hand moved down now, ghosting your ass before giving it a light squeeze and lifting your thigh up so she could get even closer. If it kept going like this she was going to be inside of you within minutes. She pushed closer, her clothed cunt griding up against yours, causing you to gasp.

“Feel good?” She teased, now moving to kiss up your jaw when- 

Click.

The two of you separated, hands smoothing out your clothes as the door opened. It was obvious what had happened, a little bruise had formed on your jaw where she had kissed, and she was now wearing lipstick she didn’t come to the party wearing. 

That night you went home with her. 

You shuddered thinking of that night, not knowing it was the beginning of the end. Whatever relationship you had with her was now ruined, and it was your fault. You spent nights crying over how much of your fault it was, but that wouldn’t change anything. You ended things, and Ellie wanted nothing to do with you now. 

“I guess,” you shrugged, “but people break up every day Dina. People move on.”

It was Dina’s turn to scoff as she snatched the tiny joint back from you, “You don’t move on that easily when you’re in love with someone.”

“She was not in love with me,” you rolled your eyes again, your high making you feel anger more than anything now.

“Oh, so you’re just fucking stupid,” Dina deadpanned, taking another hit, giggling as you shoved her playfully.

“Oh, fuck you,” you laughed, trying to keep your real emotions at bay. 

“Can’t,” she laughed, blowing smoke out her nose, “Ellie would probably murder me.”

The conversation wasn’t productive, but you didn’t want to be on the front step when Ellie arrived. You feared that if she saw you, she probably wouldn’t even come to the door, let alone inside. You honestly missed her, and you were beginning to forget what she even sounded like. 

Thirty minutes had passed and you started nursing your third drink, playing beer pong in the backyard when you noticed a familiar sound. Her laugh, over everything, was the only thing you heard. 

“Oh, um I have to use the bathroom,” you excused yourself running up the stairs and straight into the kitchen where Ellie was now alone, getting a drink from the fridge. She obviously didn’t see you come in, or thought you were Dina because she was speaking. 

“You only bought Truly’s,” she scoffed from the fridge, “fucking lame.” 

“Still better than a Four Loko,” you joked. You watched her pause, her whole body stiffening before standing up straight and closing the door. She stared at the refrigerator so she didn’t have to look at you. You watched her chest rise and fall as she took deep breaths. 

“What do you want?” Her tone was much colder now, her voice icy and mean. 

“Just wanted to say hi,” your voice was small, you hated yourself for it.

“Well, don’t,” she shook her head, turning to the counter now, the hard liquor lined up in front of her. She picked up vodka, bad choice.

“Can we just-” you stepped next to her, voice in a whisper loud enough she could hear. She tensed up as you stood close to her and you hated the position you were in. 

“No, we can’t,” She shook her head, pulling a red solo cup from its place on the counter and pouring the vodka in the cup, “I told you I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“But-”

“No fucking ‘buts’. You don’t get everything you want, okay?” She looked at you now, her green eyes now accompanied by dark circles. Her freckles were more prominent with summer finally coming to an end. She looked tired, but still beautiful, “You’re so fucking selfish.”

“I’m selfish because I couldn’t date you?” You laughed bitterly, that third drink hitting you like a bag of bricks, “That’s real rich considering you’re the one who’s been an asshole to me because you can’t fuck me anymore.”

She looked pissed. Her hands gripped the sides of the counter as she looked down at it, trying to stop herself from doing what she wanted to. Instead, she downed the vodka, not even flinching.

“No one wants to fuck you,” she looked at you, eyes glossed over, “and you’re the one who dumped me over text like a fucking coward.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I’m an asshole to you because I want to make it perfectly clear I want nothing to do with you. I don’t want to fuck you, I don’t want to see you, and I definitely don’t want to hear any sob story about how you ‘couldn’t’ do it. You’re a pathetic loser who broke up with me over text on our 6 month anniversary.”

“Ellie,” a voice from behind you caused you both to turn around. You wiped at the tears rolling down your face, “What the fuck?”

It was Dina, standing with her arms crossed as she watched you two in disappointment. You ran off pushing past her and into the bathroom, crying pathetically on the toilet and blowing your nose in the toilet paper. Back in the kitchen Dina had approached Ellie, an eyebrow raised as if she was waiting for an answer. 

“She just,” Ellie poured another cup, “she gets under my fucking skin, okay?”

“But talking to her like that?” She shook her head in shame, “What’s gotten into you?”

“She has!” Ellie replied, “That shit fucking hurt, okay? And I let her get away with it at first because I loved her but all she thinks is that I’m mad because I can’t fuck her. I’m over it.”

“She’s just saying that,” Dina’s voice was now more tender as she talked to Ellie, “she misses you and doesn’t know how to deal with it.”

“She doesn’t fucking miss me,” Ellie downed the second cup.

“You just tell yourself that because you wouldn’t know how to feel if it was true.”

“If she missed me she wouldn’t have done that,” Ellie sighed.

“Not everything is black and white,” Dina sighed looking to the side. “Just try to get over it before the trip. It’s a really big deal to Cora and I don’t want it to be a mess because you both are so miserable.”

“I don’t think I can come, D,” Ellie shook her head, fingers tapping on the counter, “Not like this, not with her.”

“Ellie, please don’t do this,” Dina held her shoulders, her eyes wide and sad. Ellie had a soft spot for Dina, which was the only reason she came to the housewarming party, but she was unsure of how much she would take before she snapped. 

“Fine,” she sighed, “but I’ll be driving by myself. I’m not sitting in a two-hour-long car ride with her.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Dina squeezed Ellie tight, making her groan and attempt to push her off. 

---

The trip came sooner than expected, the party being nearly a month ago. You drove down with Dina and Cora, singing Lana songs the whole drive. The Hamptons were quiet around this time and Cora (and her rich family) owned a vacation house out there on the water. You spent nearly every summer here, you, Dina, Cora, Ellie, Jesse, Faye, and Cora’s twin brother, Orion all crammed into their giant house. Except this time was different. This was the trip that Dina and Cora were going to announce their engagement. 

No one knew yet, and Dina had wanted your little group of friends to be the first to know. A special intimate moment between the group and the place it had started. However, when you pulled up to the house, driving up the long driveway, you saw Ellie’s jeep parked out front with her and some girl leaning against the side of the car. 

You all hopped out, but you stood to the side as you watched Dina and Cora hug Ellie and this new girl. 

“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind,” Ellie spoke, eyes drifting to yours for a moment before she smirked, “this is my girlfriend, June.”

Fuck.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

[jj-one]

FIRST TIME’S A CHARM.

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: sports au, football jock!boyfriend!han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, light angst (if you squint), reader is so in love with jisung it makes everyone sick, reader is a virgin, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc.), typical nervousness of first time sex, cherry popping, multiple orgasms, spitting, dirty talk words: 5.1k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Feelings of melancholy plagued your heart this morning. You miss him. You want to touch him, talk to him, breathe the same air as him. Your boyfriend Han was your world. He hasn’t replied to your usual ‘good morning’ text yet and the waiting game was slowly eating you up. You have to get ready for cheer practice since tomorrow is game day but you were hoping that your boyfriend could walk you to the gymnasium. You dread going to practice sometimes but Han would always find a way to lift your spirits and make your mood instantly better.

“You need to give him some space y/n.. you know he’s busy, we can just walk together it’ll be fine!” Karina attempts to snap you into a reality check.

She was your roommate and also on your cheer team, she’s been one of your closest friends since you transferred to this school a few months ago.

“But he always walks with me! I’ll just wait for him to reply, what if he texts me while we’re walking there and then he-“

“Jesus Christ y/n, you should hear yourself talk the way you go on and on about this boy! Don’t you think you’re a little too obsessed?” Karina retorts, “Let’s get a move on, we don’t need to be late to practice for the third time in a row!”

Grabbing your arm in the process, Karina heads out the door with you to get going. You wanted to whine and complain some more but you decided to let it go since you don’t want to annoy your friend with anymore talk of your boyfriend. You could talk about him all day long, you never get sick of being around him, he’s just always so busy with football and other things that it’s hard to see him sometimes. Since the gym you were practicing at was near the football field, you’d hope to eventually run into him later.

Your boyfriend did ultimately text you back but not until your cheer practice was over. You kept messing up the routine and Mrs. Park, your coach was getting irritated by your lack of coordination.

“Y/n, what’s with you today?! I know you can do way better than this!” She snaps in front of everyone, your whole team was looking at you and the embarrassment fully sunk in.

You didn’t have much to say other than a simple “I’m sorry” and “I’ll try harder”, it was your fault that you let your inner thoughts cloud your ability of performing. You gave yourself a couple minutes to recuperate and stretch to join the team again, you couldn’t let them down since the stunt you had to do needed to be executed perfectly.

After cheer practice you read the texts Han sent you:

‘Heyyy babe, so sorry for the late reply :( I’ve been practicing all morning and didn’t get a chance to check my phone!’

‘I just finished, wanna meet in a bit? I’m with Chan and Changbin rn’

You were now grinning ear to ear from his reply, you’ve been waiting all day to see him. It didn’t take long for you to respond back to him enthusiastically.

‘Yes! Where are you??’

‘Still on the field but at the bleachers, meet me there’

‘Ok, coming now!!’

‘See you in a few ;)’

With almost lightning speed you make a dash for the locker rooms and changed out of your cheer clothes to go find your boyfriend. Karina wanted to tag along since she secretly has a crush on Changbin but doesn’t quite want to admit it just yet. Making your way to the football field, you see some figures in the distance sitting on the bleachers; presuming to be your boyfriend and his two friends. You picked up your pace practically sprinting at this point to go hug your boyfriend who was still in mid-conversation with Chan and Changbin. You didn’t even acknowledge or say hi to either of them, only focusing on the man in front of you now. You’ve been craving to see him all day and finally being able to hug him made the sadness you felt this morning dissipate.

“How’s my pretty princess feeling today?” Han says, still having you wrapped tight in a bear hug. His fingers stroked your hair as he felt you against him, words couldn’t describe how happy you were in this moment.

“I’m okay now that I’m with you!” You exclaim, nuzzling your chin into his broad shoulder.

Everytime he hugged or held you, it felt like the warmest place you could be. Nothing compared to his embrace, it electrified you in so many ways that couldn’t be spoken into words.

“Ugh! Could you guys get a damn room already? I’m sick of seeing you act all lovey dovey, makes me depressed that I’m still single!” Changbin teases the both of you. You know he was only joking but it made you want to be even more of a nuisance.

“Then turn around and look the other way, we’re not going anywhere!” Han fires back, now bringing his face towards you to kiss him. He plants his lips on yours and gives you a soft kiss, delighting you with the taste of his minty flavored chapstick.

“Mmm… that flavor tastes good Hannie, could kiss your lips all day!” You go back in for another kiss, completely forgetting that Chan, Changbin, and Karina were right there watching this whole thing go down.

“Alright, enough!” Chan interrupts you and your boyfriends almost near make-out sesh with a reminder of previous plans. “Are we still going back to my place for movie night? I didn’t buy popcorn and snacks for no reason!”

“Ah shit, I totally forgot about movie night…” Han face palms from the lack of remembrance.

“Can I join?!” You chime in, hoping that Chan will allow you in the group so you can spend more time with Han.

“Could I come too?” Karina asks, sitting next to Chan trying her best not to make eye contact with Changbin.

“Yeah sure, the more the merrier I guess!” He shrugs his shoulders.

You were glad Chan let the both of you come along since you didn’t know him that well, you only talked to him on a few different occasions but each time he seemed pretty chill. He was the football quarterback and was loved by pretty much the entire university, he was practically the leader of the football team and looked after everyone. Your boyfriend was also a very popular guy and was well-liked by all his pupils, he was a really good defense and took his athletic skills seriously. You were so proud of your boyfriend and everything that he’s accomplished so far.

“Alright, let’s get going shall we? My dorms not that far from here, should only be a 10 minute walk!” Chan says while standing up.

Everyone gets up from the bleachers to start heading in the direction of the dorms and Han takes your hand in his.

“You cold babe?” Han asks while walking, he sees you shivering a bit from the sudden cool breeze of the wind.

You were wearing a short sleeve t-shirt which probably wasn’t the best idea but you were rushing this morning. You simply nod your head to his ask, you could feel the goosebumps rising on your delicate skin.

“Don’t worry, here you go darling.” Han quickly takes the letterman varsity jacket off his body to bring onto yours. The jacket weighs you down a bit and it was completely drowning you but you didn’t care.

“You look so adorable in my jacket babe, always look so cute wearing my things.” He compliments you while holding your hand tighter.

You could smell Han’s scent on the fabric, everything about him felt like home to you. You’ve been dating for 4 months now, you transferred to this new university thinking you wouldn’t make any friends at all. As soon as you became a cheerleader Han noticed you straight away, he asked a few of the girls about you but you were new so they didn’t know much. He wanted to get to know you more so he went in to shoot his shot and ended up being successful, now you’re both dating and are essentially the school’s power couple. The most popular jock dating the new pretty cheerleader was the perfect recipe to get everyone around the school talking.

“We’re here guys!” Chan says while coming to a stop in front of the dormitory.

He opens the door to lead the way for you all and Han has his arms wrapped behind you plastering small kisses to your cheek. You giggle as you walk inside to see more people sitting on the couch. It was some more members from the football team who joined for movie night but you and Han weren’t actually planning to watch movies with the rest of them.

“Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” Han whispers in your ear, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You agree to his ask and Han tells everyone that you’ll both be back before the movie starts getting good. Chan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the fact you both casually go into his room, he adds one last piece of advice, “make sure to use protection guys!”

Han doesn’t comment back at that, only reacting with a chuckle and heading towards the bedroom.

Chan’s room was your typical early twenties, frat-boy style living quarters. Clothes spread all on the floor, a couple posters adorned the walls, and the bed was unmade with a few textbooks on top. It was everything you’d imagine it would be, nothing in the slightest bit romantic.

“Wow, what a lovely choice to make our grand escape!” You said sarcastically, looking around at the tornado of a room it was.

“Hey, mine is way worse and you don’t even complain!” Han retorts, throwing the textbooks off the bed.

“That’s because I clean your room every time I come over!”

You sat on the bed with Han beside you, he snaked his arm over to wrap you into another tight hug. You feel the hardness of his chest against you and the sounds of his heartbeat produced butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been waiting to be alone with your boyfriend all day and now that the time has come you can’t keep your lips off him. You brought your face closer to his and sealed his lips to yours, his short brown locks tickled your forehead in the process.

You’ve been thinking about the next big step in your relationship— sex. Sex was what built the foundation of (most) relationships, it only proved how much you love your partner deeply. You wanted to give Han your everything, you’ve never wanted to do something more in your life. As you slowly break away from the kiss, you make sincere eye contact with your boyfriend, his eyes shown nothing but endearment for you.

“So I’ve been thinking about stuff lately…” you trailed your eyes away for a second, not feeling so confident in yourself anymore.

“Thinking about what?” He asks attentively, his eyes were still glued onto you, you could feel the intensity of his stare.

You had either two options: tell him how you really feel and what you actually want or you can save this for another time. You went with the latter and chose to keep it to yourself.

“Never mind… I’ll tell you later maybe, or another time.”

This doesn’t sit too well with Han. He likes when you’re open with him, honesty has always been a huge thing for him and when you act reclusive towards him he gets worried.

“No babe, just tell me. I promise I won’t judge you— I never do! I just want you to feel comfortable and be able to share anything with me.” His hand rubbed your thigh gently which made you feel more at ease and much calmer.

“I think I’m ready to take the next step with you.”

“Next step?” Han replies with confusion, “You mean as in like getting married? I think we’re a bit too young for that right no-“

“No Ji, I meant like I’m ready to have sex!” You finally admit, the look on his face became utterly priceless.

“Oh— really? What made you decide that?” He wonders curiously.

He knew for a long time that he was ready to have sex with you but just never mentioned it until you gave him the green light. He’s never pressured you into doing anything you didn’t want to do, make-out sessions with him would get super hot and heavy sometimes but that still didn’t stop him from not pushing your boundaries. He knew you were a virgin and that it would take time for you to make a decision as the relationship progresses.

“I just love you so fucking much Ji, I wanna give you my whole body, want you to be my first.” You bring your hand to his, moving it to your breasts for him to feel you.

His hand squeezes your boob gently, causing you to gasp at the light action. He cups his whole hand around it and juggles it in his palm, smiling at your beauty.

“You have the most perfect tits.” Han says in almost a whisper, still admiring your presence.

Both of his hands now playing with your boobs as he massages them through your t-shirt, you couldn’t help but go back and kiss his soft lips. The kiss grew more passionate as time went on, you couldn’t stop kissing those precious lips of his, you wanted your face attached to his 24/7. You got on top of him now, tangling your fingers through his luscious hair whilst your tongues glide against each other. He removed one of his hands from your breast to go grab your ass, squeezing your left cheek firmly.

“Lay on your back princess” Han says, instructing you as you lye back down on the bed. You aren’t sure what he has in mind but it can’t be anything innocent.

“What do you want to do to me?” You ask, pressing your thighs together to feel something.

“I want to make you feel really good…” He continues in a sultry tone, “I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby.”

His mouth goes back onto yours, kissing almost roughly this time. Something was taking over your boyfriend and it was turning you on incredibly. He plastered a few more wet kisses to your chin and neck, leaving trails of his glistening saliva all over you. Not a doubt was going through your mind, just undying love and devotion to your boyfriend.

“I love you so much y/n, you know that?” Han says reassuringly, you know he loves you but hearing it still made your heart flutter every time.

“I love you so much Hannie!” You probably loved him more than yourself at this point.

His hands roamed your half naked body once he rid you of your t-shirt and sports bra. His soft, tender touch was enough to drive you crazy and he’s barely done anything yet. You held your breath as his fingers danced across your skin, your brain was completely fuzzy and only filled with desire. You tugged at the end of his shirt so he could take it off and he obliged, pulling it from the top and lifting it over his head. You get a full clear view of body, that beautiful body of his, you wonder how a man can be shaped so gracefully. He had the most broad shoulders, chiselled abs and muscles, but his waist was so pretty and tiny. It didn’t make sense how one could be built such a way but he was perfect, his physique truly mesmerized you.

You go in to feel his muscles, his biceps were absolutely to die for, every time he flexed you swear you could hear your kitty purring down there. He was just so hot, you needed to taste each and every inch of him.

“Want you so bad…” you trace the lines of body, fully enamored by your gorgeous boyfriend.

“I’m all yours babe.”

Han lazily brung his hand to the waistband of your pants, fumbling with the button to take them off but was struggling a bit.

“Here, let me help you.” You guide him in the right direction and he successfully unbuttons them.

Once your pants are off he slides your underwear down past your knees, his face lights up at the sight beneath him. You were nervous but didn’t want to tell him that incase he stops, feeling a lump in your throat now forming.

“Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime.” You loved that he was always making sure you were 100% okay with everything he did.

You nod and let him continue doing his thing, he captures his lips with yours one more time before a hand creeps up your inner thigh. His fingers lightly brush your folds and you shudder from the sensitivity. He smirks into the kiss as he presses a single digit against it, gathering your slick nicely.

“Your pussy feels so wet, I can’t wait to be inside you darling.” Han says after parting from the kiss.

His finger glides between your wet folds, feeling your warm juices gush onto him. He makes a V shape with his fingers to spread you open now, getting a better look at your heat. He licks his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to get a taste of you. He inches his head closer to your core and spits on it, watching the saliva run down as he licks a long, slow stripe to your cunt.

His mouth becomes suctioned to your clit as he runs his tongue all over it, slobbering against you whilst holding your hips in place.

“Fuck! So good, so good, so good…” you couldn’t stop moaning, the pleasure was just hitting you all at once.

Your eyes were about to roll to the back of your head and your legs were shaking from Han’s insane pussy eating skills. You felt your chest cave in from all the intense pleasure and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better than this, you were in for hell of a treat. One of his digits entered you, now fingerfucking you. You elicit another moan for him as his tongue picks up a quicker pace, his tongue flicks your nub viciously. His finger slips in and out slowly and adds another digit to make you gasp louder. The feeling of your boyfriend stretching you out for him was amazing, you felt your release coming by the second.

“I- I feel weird Ji..” you try to explain how you feel right now but you just can’t describe it. It felt as though you had to pee but you know you didn’t actually need to.

“It’s okay princess, it’s normal. Trust me, just let go. I promise you’ll feel so much better after baby.” He stopped what he was doing for a moment to encourage you.

His words made you instantly let go, you whimpered from the feeling of his mouth on your clit again. You rocked your hips forward to grind against him while he ate you out, playing with his hair and slightly pulling it once you felt yourself cumming. Your hips shook rapidly around him, his eye contact never broke off with you and it made you lose your mind. You mumble under your breath, trying your best to contain your orgasm but everything came crashing down violently. Han could taste your sweet essence on his tongue as he lapped up all your juices, not letting any of you go to waste. He kept himself buried between your shaky legs and pulled his fingers out, leaving you with an empty feeling.

“You ready for my cock babe?” He finally lifts his head up from your dripping cunt, his face fully soaked from the action he just performed.

“Yes, need you so bad Ji.. want you to pop my cherry.”

You looked at him with the most seductive eyes, he bit down his lip at what you just said. You know exactly how to make him feel the most special, he was special to you though, this whole moment meant everything to you.

“I’ll be gentle with you princess, I’ll try and make this as painless as possible for you.” He kisses your forehead and captures your lips in his.

He gets up momentarily to go find a condom in one of Chan’s drawers and quickly comes back. He undoes his pants to pull them off along with his boxers, opening the wrapper with his teeth and pulling the condom out to slide it on.

“I don’t usually like condoms,” Han explains “but since this is our first time I don’t want to scare you.”

You giggle at that comment, you don’t know the first thing about sex and all of this is so new to you. You’re just glad you have an experienced boyfriend that can help make this easier for you, it made you feel a lot less awkward.

“I guess I’ll have to get on birth control soon then?” You were willing to do anything for him at this point.

“It’s your body y/n, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You make your own choices.”

It was sweet how even right now he’s only thinking about how you feel, he really does care so much about you. Han repositioned himself to be between your legs again, his cock was now pressed along your folds. He gives you another kiss before asking one last time,

“You ready to do this?”

“Yes! Please hurry, I’m getting impatient!” You whine, wanting to finally feel what it’s like to take dick.

“Okay, okay, I’m just making sure you really want to do this!”

He rubs his cock against you, sliding it up and down to collect more of your wetness. You bite down on your lip, waiting for the real moment to transpire. His hand rests on the end of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, he prods your hole gently. A rush of pain inflicts your body from the feeling of just the tip stretching you, you could only close your eyes at the sensation.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you at all.” Han continues pushing himself in.

The more he inched inside you, the more painful it became. It felt as though your whole body was on fire, everything felt so strange to you. You endured the pain in hopes of it becoming better soon, you didn’t want to worry your boyfriend. You feel the size of his cock growing in you, the constant throbbing was making you dizzy. You held onto him tightly, not wanting to let ever go of him. You clench around him as he attempts to fully fit his entire cock but you wince at only half of him inside you.

“Fuck, you alright baby? Did I hurt you?” He studies you with concern, stopping immediately to gauge your body language.

“You’re so fucking tight, even though you’re soaking wet I can still barely fit my cock inside.”

Your face turns red as a tomato, you don’t know what to say and you’re getting too flustered.

“Awe, is my little princess feeling nervous? I told you it’s okay, I’ll be here with you every step of the way, I got you.”

He holds your hand in his, tentatively caressing the inside of your palm, he brings your hand up to kiss it and gave you a warm smile. He continues sliding more of his cock in and is eventually able to get most of himself settled. Your mouth is wide open once he begins slowly thrusting in you. The pain was starting to go away now, just slightly. You focus on the feeling of his length in you, you try to relax your muscles the best way you could. You feel so full, so stuffed, his cock fully immersed in your sweet cunt.

“You feel so good around me princess, just wanna fuck your tight pussy all night long..” he groans while picking up his pace, the discomfort comes back to you now, you wriggle around to make the burning sensation go away.

“Is it supposed to feel like this Ji?” You croak, trying your best to be good for him.

You know that Han would never judge you but you still felt insecure about your performance in the bedroom.

“It’s only going to hurt for a little bit, just keep thinking about me darling, think only thoughts of me.”

You can feel a knot in your stomach form now, his cock slamming into you deeply was making you see stars. You gnaw at his neck to bite down softly, you couldn’t hold in your emotions anymore. The pain was now fully gone again, the intense pleasure washing over you like a tsunami. You kept your eyes tightly shut to feel all of him, focusing on what he told you when he said to think only thoughts of him.

“Your cock feels good Ji, I love how feel inside me!” You cry out to him, arching your back against the bed.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, it all felt too good to be real. He increases his rhythm as he thrusts into you, fucking into your little virgin cunt harder. Your pussy twitches around his cock, you feel that need to pee like when he was eating you out.

“I- I think I’m gonna… cumming…” you could barely get a coherent sentence out. All you could do was continue digging your nails in his back and moan out his name.

“You gonna cum for me princess? Do it. Want us to cum together for our first time.” Han throws his head back as he keeps fucking you. He was bucking his hips in a sloppier motion now, indicating that he was getting close like you. It only took a few more pumps of his cock to get you to form a large ‘O’ with your mouth, your jaw stayed locked in place. Your walls contract around his thick cock and you gasped for air as you lose your breath.

“Ah, fuck y/n!” Han almost says with a growl, his chest feels heavy as he releases his load into the condom.

He continues thrusting slowly into you while gently massaging your breasts. You let go and feel your second orgasm approach, feeling waves of ecstasy throughout your whole body. You were both heavily panting, staring at each other with nothing but complete passion. Han collapses onto you, his sticky and sweaty body rested on yours. His cock was still buried in your cunt, you didn’t want this moment to ever be over.

“So how would you rate your first time?” Han asks while propping his head up, “on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“I’d say a 100/10, I’ll remember this day forever.”

You snuggle up against him, completely forgetting that you had your first time with Han in Chan’s bedroom.

“Well… maybe it could’ve been better if we did this in our rooms.”

“I agree, but hey there’s always next time!” Han finally pulls out of you and notices tiny droplets of blood on the condom.

“Oh my god babe, I popped your cherry!”

You were shocked that even happened since you didn’t feel anything inside you tearing, guess it was a myth that you could feel your cherry pop. Han looked so stoked by this discovery and you wish you could engrain the look on his face in your brain. You just giggle at his actions and give him another chaste kiss, cuddling with him and forgetting the rest of the world around you.

“I think we should head back out soon, they’re probably thinking what the hell we’ve been doing in here for so long.” Han gets up from the bed to go and put his clothes back on.

“I hope we weren’t too loud!” You say, grabbing your clothes to get changed too.

“If they heard us don’t worry about it, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. They’ll probably congratulate me by how much noise you were making!”

You blush once again by what he said, you can’t believe you just lost your virginity, you don’t feel any different physically but you feel way closer to your boyfriend than ever before. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a loving, healthy, and supportive relationship. Han Jisung really was the light of your life.

Coming out of Chan’s room felt the walk of shame. You couldn’t face any of his friends or Karina in the living room, they all instantly turned their heads to face you. Changbin started clapping loudly and everyone else followed suit after, you knew this was going to be embarrassing but this just felt like pure torture.

“Congratulations bro! It was about time you finally both got some!” Han’s friend/teammate Minho shouts.

Your biggest fear came true, everyone heard absolutely everything.

“Did you guys really have to fuck in my bed though? I just washed those sheets last week!” Chan exclaimed, giving him the evil eye.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell! Whatever happened in that room stays in that room.” Han brings his hand to his lips to make it look like he sealed them.

All the guys keep teasing him and you couldn’t stop blushing, maybe you should’ve waited to have sex in one of your dorms since Chan will probably never let him live this one down.

“You missed the movie anyway, might as well just leave and go for round 2!” Chan jokes.

“That actually doesn’t seem like a bad idea… thanks. Let’s go y/n!” Han links your arm around his and speed walks out the door.

Now that you were no longer a virgin, it didn’t feel all that odd to you as you thought it would be. It actually felt nice knowing you lost it to someone you love so much, someone you care so deeply out. It may not have been in the most romantic atmosphere which you’ve always pictured losing your virginity in a much better setting. However, you’ll cherish this special day with Han because even if it wasn’t the ideal scenery you had in mind, it was still a reminder that you had such a strong, beautiful connection with your lover.

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[toji-girl]

t. fushiguro

original ask: toji req!!! if u r still taking reqs, could u possibly do toji x pregnant!reader ? maybe like a rlly sexually frustrated reader and reader wants toji to help them outt 🌝

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + repost from my old blog + pregnant! fem reader + pregnancy sex + fingering + squirting + begging + finger sucking + you call him daddy once + cowgirl + unprotected sex + creampie + you're Gumi's mom + I want him to put a baby in me so bad it's actually worrisome

It seemed that everything had turned sexual in nature as of late, which only made you think it was a cosmic joke of sorts with the way you were pent up and needy for a good orgasm that left you dizzy.

Being seven months pregnant your self-confidence took a bit of a dip but your husband, Toji always made sure you knew that he thought you were sexy as hell pregnant with his baby then life got in the way.

It was busy between having to take care of your toddler while keeping up with the house and finding time for your friends who adored your son so that meant they were over quite a lot. "I need one of you to watch him tonight please?" You asked them with a plea in your voice.

They all looked at each other, your three closest friends knew what you needed, you've become snappy with them even, and at first, they chalked it up to pregnancy hormones until you told them that you haven't had sex in weeks during a girls night a few weeks ago.

"It's not like you can get pregnant," Hina teased making everyone laugh even you as you swatted at her playfully watching Megumi play on the playground with his friends.

You rolled your eyes and gave her a slotted time to pick Gumi up and bid them goodbye before you and Megumi took off back home to get ready for dinner and a bath before he left and Toji came home.

When he did two hours later, he was greeted with darkness and silence which only made a rush of anxiety to settle in his veins as he called your name out then Megumi who would always greet him.

"Babe?" He called out again and slipped his shoes off seeing the rose petals scattered along the floor, his eyebrows rose as he followed the trail of red to the bedroom where he toed open the door to see you on the bed dressed in his favorite lingerie set and candles flickered about the room with soft music that set the mood.

You sat up when he entered feeling your face flush with warmth. "Hi baby, how was your day? Megumi is staying the night with Hina so it's just us, I miss you so much." You whispered in a soft tone looking at him as you held your hand out with a knowing smile.

Toji was quick to shed his shirt sharing the same desires as you, you glowed in the warm light of the candles making his chest ache. "Darlin', I missed you too, and my day is better now that I get to see my very sexy pregnant wife dressed up just for me, I'm one lucky bastard." He drawled and slid his hand into yours kissing your knuckles as he kneeled between your spread legs.

Your eyes met his in a heated gaze as you threaded your fingers threaded through his raven locks. "I want you to undress me, eat my pussy and fuck me. I'm serious when I say I need you so bad it aches."

He leaned in to kiss you deeply, his hand sliding to hold the back of your neck as his other hand cupped your heavy breasts filled with milk before he moved to your back to unclasp your bra freeing your tits to his greedy palms. "I know baby, I'm right here now, let me take care of you," Toji murmured breaking the kiss to look at you again.

Desire and lust danced in his green eyes as he watched you lean back using your hands to prop yourself up to see him spread your thighs more to watch him bury his face between your legs inhaling deeply.

Heat filled your cheeks as he hooked one large finger under the soft material to move it to the side to kiss your pussy lightly, his nose nuzzled against your clit as his tongue tantalizingly dipped between your lips hearing you gasp and whine his name. "Daddy, please!"

His cock throbbed and leaked between his thick thighs hearing you sigh his name and grind your hips as your fingers curled into the soft blanket as he kissed and sucked on your clit now making out with your cunt messily growing drunk on your taste and smell.

"You have the prettiest pussy, you know that? I could kiss her forever, and since she's mine I think I might just do that for tonight." He muttered out loud as he spread you open to see your hole clench.

He chuckled and leaned back in to dip his tongue in tasting you wholly making your legs quiver as his fingers joined in curling when he slid them inside you slowly, the rough tips grazed your g-spot just in time for his tongue to circle your clit making you cry out.

Your back arched as you panted closing your eyes and getting lost in the pleasure you ached for, it wasn't long before you squirted making a mess of the bed and the front of Toji's pants. "Good girl, making such a mess." He grunted in a deep tone as he pulled back a little.

His eyes were glassy and low as he stood to his full height pulling his pants and boxers off to reveal his dick that pulsed with the need to be buried deep inside you, your hand came up to stroke him from base to tip hearing him suck in a breath. "Ah - sweetheart, it's all about you tonight, want to ride me? I know that's easier for you." He murmured.

"I would usually argue because I love giving you blowjobs but I don't think I can wait anymore, yes please let me ride you." You begged with a whine and watery eyes as he laid on his side of the bed helping you straddle him but not before you slipped your panties off.

Now naked and bathed in the soft glow of the candles you interlocked your fingers with his as your other hand held the base of his cock to line him before sinking down slowly until he bottomed out making you gasp feeling so full and stretched out. "Fuck yes!" You hissed and slowly rode him taking your sweet time feeling him.

His hands skated over your bare body like a map he's studied for years and he has, Toji knew the spots to kiss and touch to have you putty in his hands. "You look so good riding me, not a prettier sight in the world." He groaned letting his head fall back on the pillow.

Your own hands were greedy feeling him up, his body was broad and heavily corded with muscles that you adored and his happy trail that you rubbed with the heel of your palm. "And you look so good under me, the most handsome man who happens to be all mine? I think I'm dreaming." You teased leaning down the best you could to kiss him.

With your swollen belly it was hard so Toji met you more than halfway to return the needy kiss tangling his tongue with yours as he caressed your sides before helping you ride him, the sticky head of his cock kissed your cervix each time you sat back down on him.

"I could pinch ya if you want?" He suggested pinching the fat of your ass gently making you huff and gasp before slapping his hand away playfully with a groan and giggle when he hit a particular spot.

You pushed on his chest gently and ground your hips back and forth which in turn rubbed your clit against his pelvic bone lulling you more into the high you wanted to chase again, your body felt warm and gooey as you continued to fuck him slowly panting and moaning.

Green eyes gazed up at you with pure adoration at how you looked and moaned his name, his woman in her primal need for him made his balls tighten with the need to cum but he wanted you to do that before he did. "Cum for me pretty girl, cum on my cock." He urged.

You did just that, your pussy clenched around him so tightly he swore for a moment that it was going to get ripped off. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You feel so fuckin' good." He grunted gripping your hips tightly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head drawing out his orgasm by bucking his hips up a little. Toji waited for his body to return to a semi-solid state instead of feeling like goo before he turned you to your side gently with him still inside you kissing your forehead.

"I'm not done with you yet sweetheart, we just need a break and some water. We have all night and I have to make up for the time we missed." He told you with a slight chuckle making sure you were good before sliding out of you with a soft grunt before making his way to the kitchen in search of snacks and drinks for the next round.

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[daisynik7]

Neighbor Nanami headcanon where he uses his new neighbors mini garden on their balcony as a conversation starter. Man had a crush for his pretty neighbor since she moved in months ago, but his tongue is always tied but one day he notices she is growing cherry tomatoes among all the flowers and herbs and his mouth is faster then his brain

Author's Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for months now, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to reply! I hope you enjoy this little drabble. :) Heart divider credit to @/cafekitsune!

You sip your coffee on the balcony, relaxing into the patio chair, basking in the morning sunshine. It’s been almost two months now since you moved into this new apartment and it finally feels like home. The first week you arrived, your parents helped you plant a miniature herb garden and you’ve somehow managed to keep it alive since. It’s now sprawling with fresh basil, parsley, and cilantro, all of which you use often to elevate certain recipes. You glance at the pot beside it, inspecting the cherry tomato plant you received as a house-warming gift from a friend. So far, no fruit yet, only leaves, though you’re hopeful you’ll see progress soon. 

Right on cue, you hear the distinct swoosh of a sliding door opening, then see your neighbor step out onto his balcony. You smile at him, waving. “Good morning, Nanami.” 

He turns to face you, giving you a polite nod, a steaming mug of hot tea in his hand. “Good morning.”

Your conversations usually don’t last very long. Sometimes it ends just like this, with the both of you silently enjoying the quiet morning together until either of you decide it’s time to get ready for work. He’s a quiet man, maybe even a little shy at times. Though you find comfort in his presence.

You watch him from the corner of your eye as he takes a sip of his tea, staring out into the horizon. Golden streaks of sunlight shine on him, casting a beautiful glow on his figure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure. You’ve always thought that ever since you met him. 

Feeling chatty today, you stand up, walking to your garden, grazing the delicate basil leaves between your fingers. “Do you cook?”

He’s surprised at your question, hesitating slightly before he answers, “Yes, I do.”

“My garden is overflowing now. Would you like some fresh herbs?”

He walks to the end of the balcony closest to you. “Are you sure?”

You grin at him. “Of course! I don’t know what else to do with all the excess. I’m running out of recipe ideas.”

His mouth opens, but then closes, remaining silent. You’re curious what he wants to say, though you don’t ask, plucking the stems off gently. “I’ll put these in a bag for you.” 

When you return, you notice him staring at the cherry tomato plant, studying it carefully. You hand the herbs to him, hoping he’d ask you about it. Instead, all he says is a quiet, “Thank you,” before bidding you farewell, going inside. 

You sigh, sinking back into your patio chair, wondering what you’re doing wrong. 

When the tomatoes sprout, you can’t contain your excitement, spending the morning marveling at the round green bulbs decorating the vines. Nanami is out with you, remaining silent, though you catch him glancing in your direction a few times. You want so badly to converse with him, but you’re unsure how. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the herbs since you gave it to him over a week ago. Did he use them yet? What did he cook with it?

Finally, on the day your little tomato babies are bright red, Nanami speaks to you. “Cherry tomatoes,” he says, looking at your plant. 

You beam at him. “Aren’t they beautiful?” 

He gazes at you, smiling. “Yes. Beautiful.”

Butterflies flap around in your stomach and suddenly, you’re speechless, unable to think of anything else to say. But you don’t need to, because this time, Nanami does the talking. “I’ve used up all of the herbs you gave me. Thank you again.”

“I’m so glad you found a use for them,” you reply, finding your voice, standing as close to his balcony as possible. “I’m not sure yet what I’ll use these tomatoes for.”

He does the same, and it feels like there’s barely any distance separating you now. “I know a great pasta recipe I can show you. If you’d like.” There’s a hint of blush in his cheeks. Maybe this is what he’s wanted to tell you all along.

You smile wider at him, happy with this progress. “I’d love that.”

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[watchmegetobsessed]

UNOFFICIAL

A/N: i know, it's still not the 3rd part of one summer BUT at least it's something new! it is also based on a dream i had about my work crush lol

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: You and Harry are in a temporary phase of bein unofficial, but you don't mind it, especially the tiny moments you share when no one is looking.

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The pub is buzzing as always, the atmosphere is lively, warm, loud but not too much, most of the tables are occupied by the same usual people, glasses, ful, half full and empty are scattered all over every surface. The bartenders are working relentlessly behind the bar, one drink after the other lands on the counter.  It’s not exactly the hottest spot in town, but there’s a core circle that knows and loves the personality of this place and it brings them back every week.

Your group is part of those people, you’ve been spending Friday nights here for as long as you’ve been working at the university, which has been for over two years now. You were fresh out of your PHD studies, very excited to start teaching as a professor finally and who you are lucky enough to call your friends now welcomed you at the school with open arms. 

Sarah was the first one you connected with, women in STEM have a deep, instant bond, especially in a male dominant field such as physics. She invited you out for lunch on your first day and introduced you to the rest of the group. Mitch, the quiet but loving husband, Jeff who speaks enough for Mitch and himself as well, Pauli, the energy bomb and then there’s Harry.

It still makes you smile when you think of the first few months of knowing Harry. You were convinced he didn’t like you, because he seemed timid and tense in your presence, almost avoiding having even the simplest conversation with you. One night when the two of you ended up sharing a cab home from the pub and you had just one too many beers you questioned if you’d done anything to upset him.

He looked shocked and explained that he’s just a bit slow to open up to new people and he was also a bit taken aback by you and how extroverted and bubbly you were. He apologized if it all came off wrong, you laughed about it and it was already forgotten.

Since then, you’ve gotten the closest to him. In every way. 

Sarah is telling you about a funny encounter she had with a student this week, she always has the weirdest stories, you’re listening to her, but your sixth sense also kicks in and as the door of the pub opens you know it’s Harry even before looking there. 

He runs a hand through his hair as he looks around, his glasses fogging up a bit in the hot air of the place after the crispy, chilly october evening he has walked through. He was supposed to leave with all of you but he had to do a last minute consultation with a student, so he just told you to go ahead and he would join you later. 

You’re already smiling when he finally spots you and slaloming between the groups of people he finally reaches your table.

“Man, I thought we would have to go back and drag you out of your office,” Jeff teases him as he shrugs his coat off and takes the last empty seat by the table that’s right next to yours. His knee bumps against yours, your eyes meet and you force yourself not to turn into a giggling mess.

You and Harry have been dancing in a kind of a gray, unofficial zone for a while now. After the rocky start your friendship bloomed easily, but since last semester it’s been more than that. You have no idea when or how, but slowly, you just knew you were more than friends. It started with meeting without the rest of the group, having lunch or dinner, making plans, just the two of you, endless conversations, building a connection you’ve probably never had with anyone before. Secret glances, small touches, you fell for him without even realizing. 

The past month it’s been intensifying, but you still haven’t talked about it, not even after you kissed a few weeks ago. It happened at your place, so naturally and smoothly, you were cooking together, he had opened a bottle of wine and you were just having a good time, moving around each other in your small kitchen until you ended up pressed up together, noses brushing and he just leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and tender, warm and familiar even though it was a first. Like you were meant to be kissing all along. 

Then you just went back to cooking, had dinner and later that night when he left he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth and that was it. Neither of you felt the need to talk about it, but it’s been definitely hanging there between the two of you, you just haven’t had that last nudge to finally fall over the edge and right into this new adventure.

“Sorry, tried to be as quick as possible,” Harry chuckles as he looks around, his eyes settling on you last and you see a bit of sparkle in his eyes that definitely has your heart skipping a beat. 

With Harry’s arrival the group is finally complete and another fun Friday evening starts. You ventilate about work and students, then the boys play darts for a bit, Pauli wins as always and then Jeff challenges Sarah and Mitch to play foosball and see who’s the better player and the rest of you are watching their battle. The place is pretty packed, you’re standing by the foosball table and Harry is right behind you, nursing his second beer of the night. People are passing by towards the toilets and back to the bar, it’s noisy in there, but not too much. Harry’s presence behind you is warm and calming, his chest touches your back whenever someone walks past behind him, but he always pulls back, though you wish he would just stay. 

A guy chooses to squeeze past between you and the table, making you move back, bumping against Harry and his hand gently grabs onto your waist, the touch of his palm instantly spreading a buzzing warmth in your body. You fit his front so perfectly and you want to stay like this, but you can already feel his hand moving away, but you grab it and pull it back.

There’s just a split moment of hesitation in him before his whole presence softens and he melts against you, his hand resting on your hip as if it belongs there. 

You can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips, especially when he shuffles a bit behind you, his nose brushing into your hair and maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you feel him kiss the back of your head.

Across the table Pauli just smirks as he catches what’s happening while the Rowlands are playing so determinedly like never before, but he keeps his mouth shut and returns to the game without a word. 

Harry’s fingers are gently moving, stroking you as you stay like that, until the end of the game, which Sarah wins. You want to pout when Harry lets go of you because you all move back to your table, but you swallow it back. After the ruthless game Sarah offers to buy a drink for Mitch so they head over to the bar and Pauli soon stands up as well.

“Jeff, come out for a smoke with me,” Pauli pats his shoulders.

“I’m good,” Jeff nods at him, oblivious to the fact that Pauli is trying to give you and Harry some alone time.

“No, you need to come. I wanna talk to you about something.”

You just laugh under your breath as you hear Jeff asking Pauli what’s so important as they make their way outside, leaving you and Harry alone at the table. Neither of you dares to look at the other, not because it would be weird but because you know the pull would be way too strong. 

Instead, Harry reaches over, his hand finds yours in your lap and he laces his fingers through yours, resting your intertwined hands on your thigh. For some reason you feel the urge to finally try to address it for the first time.

“Is it still something unofficial?” you ask and dare to look at him. 

“We can make it official,” he shrugs with a tiny smirk and you just want to climb over and kiss him stupid when he is being so cheesy.

“I kind of like it being unofficial. Because… it’s just ours for now,” you admit. 

There’s nothing you want more than to explore whatever it is that’s between you and Harry, but this phase is so comfortable and only yours, you want to be selfish just for a little bit more and keep it to yourself.

Keep Harry to yourself.

“Unofficial it is,” he chuckles and ignoring the buzzing crowd around, he pulls your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it before letting go of it as Sarah and Mitch approach the table. 

For the rest of the night, it’s all just stolen glances, tiny touches underneath the table and no one comments on just how close the two of you are sitting. It’s kind of funny how obvious it is to all of your friends, but they let you stay in your little unofficial bubble just a little longer. 

You share a cab home and Harry kisses you on your doorstep before getting back into the car. In the morning he texts you if you want to have dinner together and of course you do. You spend the weekend in your bubble, but soon enough, you slowly dance out of the unofficial phase and by the end of the semester everyone knows that you’re a couple.

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[f1version]

THERE’S ONLY ONE..COUCH ★ CS55

pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!reader (she/her)

summary: You and Carlos have to sleep at Lando’s place after a party, but the guest room has no furniture, you have to sleep in the living room. So, there’s no ‘only one bed’… there’s only one couch.

warning: teasing, carlos speaking spanish.

word count: 1.5k (it's 1.555 and i love that)

note: this is my first “one shot” ever, i am SCARED. also asking for part two is allowed in this one lmao, tell me if you would like that :)

Three days ago, Lando Norris had won his first race in Formula 1 and because celebrations were never-ending to him, he had to do something with his closest friends two days after the big obnoxious party. That’s how you and Carlos ended up in Lando’s apartment in Monaco.

Now, the thing is, Lando was the one who bought the plane tickets, then sent them to you that morning, he was in a rush since you were his only guests who didn’t reside in Monaco. And you were also in a rush, so no return tickets or hotel. And even if you could afford a night in Monaco, you were still drunk-out-off-your-mind at this point.

So.

"Hey Lando, do you think that um... I stay the night? If it isn’t a bother, obviously.” You said, words collide with each other.

“Oh, of course, mate! I already told Carlos you guys could crash here.” Lando says with a new bottle of wine, you laugh at his drunk mannerisms. "But, the guest room has no furniture yet, so you have the couch or the floor.” the brunette explains.

"The couch is fine," Carlos answers behind you.

Lando raised an eyebrow "For you two?"

You understood the doubt, he was asking if you would be comfortable. The brit didn’t have that teasing tone when he sees couples interact. On that note, you exchanged glances with Carlos and he shrugged before nodding.

"Yes," you both said at the same time.

Charles choked on some wine, laughing. The Monegasque had been talking with Lando when you approached him. “Sorry, mate, I just like that they get along so well.” He clarifies and winks at you.

You rolled your eyes, Charles has been like this for months, insisting you should date Carlos, saying you both are far into each other. You tell him he is just your friend, you’re his engineer, but Charles Leclerc can be very stubborn.

“Yes, well, I think I'm going to the balcony for air, I'll see you later.” You babble and Charles lets out a big laugh. “Thank you again, Lan”

“I'm going with you.” Carlos says.

“What?”

"I'm going to take some air with you," Carlos explains to you and you nod, exiting the scene side by side, leaving behind Charles’ victorious smile and new gossip for Lando.

"I'm going to sleep on the floor," Carlos says as you approach the balcony.

“No, you won’t. You have media duty to attend this week, Carlitos, please.”

“I'll be fine, mujer!” he smiles, surrounding your shoulders with his arm “I've been doing it for a while now.”

“And that’s exactly why you shouldn't” you exclaim “If it bothers you, I'll take the floor.”

Carlos looks at you as if you just committed a crime and shakes his head. You laugh, snuggling a little into the Spaniard's arm, feeling warm and safe around him. Yeah, Carlos made you feel safe.

“Carlos, as part of the Ferrari team, I don't want you sleeping on the floor.” You complain, again.

You have been having this discussion for about three minutes. It was simple, Sainz said that he was used to it and you attacked, saying that there was room for both of you on the couch.

“Cariño, there is no room for both of us on the couch.” He repeats for the thousand time “Just lay down and sleep, I'm fine.”

"Sainz, stop it. There is enough room here, so you come to sleep here, where there is enough space, or I will make sure you can’t seat, rest or sleep in beds and couches for the rest of the season"

At that moment, Carlos turned to look at you with wide eyes, it was a funny statement, but he loved when you went all fearless for him.

Getting lost in his thoughts, Carlos gave you enough time to believe you had won the battle; so when he looked at you again, you already had a satisfied smile on your face, and he knew he had no way out.

Carlos sighed. "Okay, you win, just promise that you won't do that, please”

You looked at him tenderly and smiled. It was a peculiar smile, it was full of yearning and confessions. It wasn’t a smile you gave a lot, at least not to people who weren’t Carlos Sainz Jr. Oh, but Carlos was too blinded in his own fascination to notice.

“It’s okay, for now, I'll leave your furniture alone.”

After that, you shared a couple of laughs with the Spaniard before sitting on the sofa, moving the cushions aside, and putting down the pillows Lando gave you.

You lay down, turning to Carlos —whose eyes haven’t left you— making a small signal for him to lay down next to you.

The Spaniard approached quietly, laying down. And, it turns out, the couch wasn't as big as it looked, a quarter of Carlos's body was outside it, and it was somewhat uncomfortable.

"Hey, do you think you can move a little?" Carlos asked in a soft tone, to which you automatically agreed.

You both started to move and complain, because when you moved, he did, making you uncomfortable. You moved again. It was still messy.

This is how a few minutes passed between complaints and movement, at least before you fell directly on top of Carlos, after that, everything was silence, surprise, and closeness. Bodies so close you felt the other’s skin burn through your clothes.

You wanted to burn.

“I told you there wasn't enough space.” Carlos whispered, mockingly.

“Are you uncomfy?” You asked with annoyance, he shakes his head. "Then you're fine, I'm not uncomfy either."

For a moment, silence rules the room. Quiet enough to hear Carlos’ heart beating against his chest, you breathe deeply, so deeply that he feels it.

"You’re heart is racing, honey," you whisper, pet name slipping right through. You normally use it to joke around, and you think you are, but at some point it feels like you’re supposed to say it.

His eyes dart over your face, looking for something he knows he will find. “So it’s yours.”

You see it then. Gaze drowned in desire, pupils dilated just like yours. There’s also fear—fear of making the wrong move, of dooming something that has barely started.

You bring your fingers to Carlos’ face, caressing his jaw in the most delicate way you know.

“I want... Mi vida, can I kiss-” You don’t let him finish his question, your lips are on his.

Carlos holds you by the neck, bringing you closer. His face tilts slightly, kissing deeper. His tongue asks for permission to play with yours as butterflies find home in your stomach. You can feel Carlos melting from the taste of you, loving the feeling, the intimacy of the moment.

This felt so right yet so wrong. It was strange. One of his engineers and him. If any of the team knew, this could end bad, would bring a thousand problems, attention none of you wanted for each other. But they didn't know.

Carlos felt too good for it to be a bad thing.

He wants to kiss you for as long as you let him. He wants to pour his heart into every single one.

He wants it to last forever and that’s why splitting is the worst part of it. That moment when your body asks you for more, but needs to breathe. When it asks to be pleased, but can’t stop begging for mercy. You want his lips to be mercy. But you find air.

Carlos looks at you in fascination, his hands instinctively falling on your hips. Something stops him.

“Can I touch you?” He asks and you nod.

The Spaniard’s eyes sparkle, surrendering to intimacy. His fingers begin to slide down your curves, slow and fearful, trying to do everything not to disturb you. You who can’t be more eager.

“Your curves are… beautiful” He whispers, looking for the words he wanted, “So perfect.”

“Carlos,”

“Si, mi vida?” He whispers into your ear, biting the lobe gently. This small contact causes your back to arch slightly. Carlos speaks again “So, so, beautiful.”

“Carlos, please,” you beg, it was unnecessary to ask if you wanted to stop or continue.

"Oh, what I would do to you if we weren't at Lando’s place." That little innuendo seems to leave Carlos’ lips by accident, realization making his face burn.

You just smile. Wanting more, wanting his words to be spoken with promise.

“Want to know something, Sainz? We have a two-week break after this race, and I have no plans.” That makes Carlos smile, closing the gap between you once again. You wonder if it would actually happen, if it’s not you making empty promises.

“Then I’ll have to get you to Spain.” Carlos whispers, kissing your neck, finding comfort in it. “Good night, mi vida.”

“Good night, my love.”

translations:

linda pretty cariño sweetheart mi vida my life

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[emyladia]

I want you back... | L. Nr

pairing : lando norris x f!reader

summary : you and lando had broke up a few months ago and you're just now moving on. Or so you thought... 'Cause that was before he decide to text you.

genre : fluff, slightly angst ?

warning : cursing, pretty sure that's all

a/n : I just loooove writting about lando. This is kinda shitty but it was fun to write hope you'll enjoy it ! Anyways taking request if you want.

You were fine, of course the break up has been really tough for you but now you could say it loud and proud : you were over it.

What a lie...

All it took was a damn text for your world to fall into piece again.

"Hey"

It was 3 AM when you screen lit up, and now that single word was making you completly crazy.

What the hell ? Why would he be texting you ? Maybe a wrong number ? Was he drunk ?

Your head was just a huge mess at the moment, that's probably because of that that you decided to answer. You clearly wouldn't have if you were in your plain consciousness.

At least that's what you were trying to convinced you.

"Hey" You text back.

"It's been a while" He answered in less than a minute.

"WTF lando ?" You couldn't help but send, this wasn't making any sense.

He was the one to broke up with you, and he hadn't even try to contact you the past months. Why would he texts you ? And why now when you were finally moving on ?

"I miss you"

You had turn off your phone after this text.

Like what were you supposed to say ? That you too you were missing him ? That in fact you were missing him so damn much it was hurting you ? That you were missing him so bad that sometimes you were calling your male friends by his name ?

You just couldn't answered that.

You were having lunch with your a few friends, yet the text just wouldn't leave your mind.

You had basically stared at it the whole morning.

"Hey, you're okay y/n ?" One of your friend asked.

"Oh yeah sorry I was just lost in my thoughts" You tried to brush it off, chuckling a little.

"You seem a bit off today, no offense but we've barely heard you" Another one of your friend spoke with a concern look on her face.

They were all nodding, as you sighed.

You should probably just told them, theywere your closest friends and it's not like you could keep that to yourself anyway.

"Lando texted me" You blurted out looking down.

A loud silence followed your confession as you saw all their eyes widened in shock.

"I'm sorry WHAT ?" One of them finally spoke.

"Lando in like LANDO ?" Another continued.

And they all followed, throwing questions at you.

You showed them the conversation, way easier and they all gasped at the last text.

"What are you gonna do ? You should probably block him" Your friend said, they seemed tp all agree.

"Yeah I should do that" You nodded.

They were probably right, that was the best things to do. They were the one who had picked you up piece by piece when Lando broke up with you.

You were gonna do just that, blocked him and he would be out of your life forever.

God you were so weak.

When you went home and were about to block him another text illuminated your screen.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, you're not mad are you ?"

You swear your fingers had just moved on their own.

"I'm not mad, I was just busy sorry" You replied, and you knew you had fucked up, that needed to stop and yet you were encouraging him.

"I'm so relieved to hear that ! How you're doing ?"

Damn why was he answering so fast.

"Just casual life nothing too entertaining, you ?"

"Pretty much the same"

It was gonna be fine, it was a simple discussion between two young adults. Nothing to worry about.

"The paddock feels empty without you" He added.

Shit. This wasn't fine at all.

"Is that so ?" You were kicking your feet like a damn teenager.

"Yeah, can't win a race without you" You knew, and he knew this was border, but to be honest you weren't caring at all.

"Can't win a race at all" You joked, you were giggling. God you've missed talking to him, even for simple discussion like that.

You shouldn't felt that way, or you were gonna end up sad again, but you couldn't help it.

"OFFENSIVE" He texted back, but you knew he was laughing.

You and Lando kept talking for hours, you were smiling at your phone like a maniac.

He was such a good talker, smooth, funny, full of charm.

He knew how to annoy you and how to make you laugh the most. He also knew how to hurt you the most.

You were currently laying in bed, watching 'pretty woman' when you got another text from your ex boyfriend.

"I really do miss you tho"

Here you were again, staring at the screen like it contained the answer to the greatest mystery on earth.

"Lando, stop that please" You eventually texted back after a few minutes.

"That what ?"

"That thing that you're currently doing, trying to make me pity you"

"Is it working ?"

"Lando..."

"Cmon y/n I'm serious, I fucking miss you, every minute of every day"

You were no longer paying any attention to the movie that was still playing on the screen of your laptop.

"YOU chosed to broke up" You remembered him.

"I know I made a damn mistake, and I'm sorry"

"You know what I don't even want to talk you anymore"

"Y/n don't do that"

"I should have blocked you already"

"But you didn't"

You were infuriating, completly messed up by too many emotions at the same time, you were sad, and angry against him, and against you too cause you were so weak for this man.

He was right, you didn't.

"Babe please, I just want you back" He sent you a few minutes later since you weren't answering.

"Should have thought about that sooner, and don't call me that"

"I'd do anything" He insisted.

"Claim me on TV and I'll think about it" You texted saracstically before turning off your phone.

You and lando had never been public, because fans could be crazy at some times and you were finding it absolutly ridiculous to brag on social media that you were in a relationship.

That's why you had said that, that wasn't making anysense. Maybe now he'll understand that this was definitly over.

Or so you thought.

When you woke up your phone was blowing up with notification.

A lot of demands on instagram and hundreds of texts from your friends.

You were so confused until you clicked on the link your friend had sent you.

It was an interview of Lando that he hade just done but the views were already so high. Why would she send you that ?

Everything become clear when right before ending the interview Lando spoke :

"Actually I want to say something before leaving, I used to date a girl Y/n Y/l/n, she was amazing but I messed up with her cause I was a complete idiot... So if you're ever seeing this please come back, I know I've been an asshole. But I really want you back"

What.

In.

The.

World.

Was.

Happenning.

You grabbed your phone and dialed his number immediatly... No answer.

"What have you done ???" You tyepd agressively on your keyboard completly freacked out.

#hi there #f1 #f1 x reader #lando norris #lando x reader #imagine #ff #norris #ln4 #mclaren #i love him #fluff

[little-diable]

Asshole - College!Aaron Hotchner (smut)

A small drabble inspired by @writethelifeyouwant – thank you for this, Mads! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: pwp, Aaron Hotchner is an asshole, a fuckboy she tried to avoid, and yet clearly fails to do so

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking

Pairing: College!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (1.3k words)

The bar was crowded, a thick cloud of smoke hung in the air, making it harder for her to find her way to her friends. (Y/n) had to keep her groan bottled in, not wanting to push herself past people she barely knew, strange faces, and those she had once seen but rather not come across again. 

Why had she agreed to go and meet them here? Why had she left the safety of her apartment when she had an exam tomorrow morning?

“Careful, sweetheart.” Hands shot out to grasp her arms, holding onto (y/n) before she could tumble to the ground. With her thoughts guiding her, she hadn’t noticed the tall frame moving towards her, colliding with her before she could rip herself out of her thoughts. Her hazy eyes focused on the man towering over her, just the sight of his face left her groaning in annoyance.

“Let go of me, Hotchner.” It was too loud for her to pick up on the low chuckle rumbling through him, forced to watch the tall guy step away from her with his hands raised and his lips pulled into a smirk. Fuck, if he weren’t such an asshole, she would have given into his flirting months ago. But yet whenever she tried to give him a chance, he went ahead and ripped her hope to shreds, making out with others right in front of her, and flirting with those she couldn’t stand.

It was a tiring back and forth. 

Without sparing him another glance, (y/n) pushed herself past him, sighing in relief as her eyes found the ones of Amy, her closest friend. A small smile made its way onto her lips as she plopped down on the chair next to Amy, greeting their friends with a small wave of her trembling hand. 

“You okay?” Concern dripped from Amy’s voice, eyes wandering over (y/n)’s frame as if she was looking for wounds, hoping that she hadn’t been hurt physically. (Y/n) let go of a sigh as she reached for Amy’s drink, taking a sip of the strong beverage before a reply could leave her.

“I ran into that Hotchner asshole, I don’t know how much longer I can hold off with forcing my fist into that annoyingly handsome face.” It took (y/n) a moment to focus on Amy’s wide eyes, leaving her to wonder what had managed to catch her friend’s attention. 

“So, you do think I’m handsome after all, huh?” Slowly she turned towards Aaron Hotchner, who was standing behind her with two beers in his hand. She watched him place one down for her before he sat down next to her, arm finding its way around her shoulder. “But we’ll have to talk about that kink of yours one day, do you get off to the thought of hitting me?”

……

“Fuck,” she was heavily panting, eyes pressed close, fingers buried in his raven hair. He had her pressed against the door of her apartment, lips kissing their way down her throat. She couldn’t even remember how they had ended up right here, after one too many beers and one too many cigarettes they had shared.

It had been the first time in months that he had actually been focused on her, flirting with (y/n) until the heat thumping through her veins had managed to burn her wholly. Without a doubt she’d regret doing this when the sun rose above the horizon, and yet she couldn’t care about the future, all she could care about was the feeling of his hardening cock rubbing against her still-clothed cunt.

“I knew I’d eventually turn you into a moaning mess for me.” Aaron rasped the words against her throat, hands tightening their grip on her thighs. He felt her legs shake, wrapped around his waist to keep herself close, silently praying that he wouldn’t let go. 

“Shut up!” Her voice trembled, coaxing a loud laugh out of him as he started walking towards her bedroom. It wasn’t the first time he found himself in her apartment, but it certainly was the first time she allowed him to touch her, to push her closer to the edge with a simple kiss. “I don’t want any foreplay, I just need you to fuck me.”

“A woman who knows what she wants, how sweet.” She wanted to call him a condescending asshole, but her words got stuck in her throat as Aaron roughly pushed her down on the mattress. It didn’t take him long to free her from her dress, groaning at the sight of her underwear-clad body, a sight for sore eyes he’d think of in the upcoming weeks. 

“Do you have a condom?” His murmured words ripped (y/n) out of her trance, watching him undress with skilled movements. His dark leather jacket was long forgotten, just like that white shirt of his that managed to hide the muscular body she always had wanted to touch. Wordlessly she turned towards her bedside table to reach for a condom, only to turn back to his naked frame. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make it fit.”

“Such an arrogant dick,” (y/n) choked on her words, trying to sound somewhat confident. Her eyes struggled to leave his hard cock, watching it twitch in anticipation as Aaron ripped the condom open. She tried to focus on herself and shrugged out of her underwear only to flop back down on the mattress. 

“I’ll fuck you now, but I won’t leave without getting a taste of you later, that much I can promise.” His words left her moaning, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock nudging against her entrance. Their eyes held contact as he slowly pushed into her, managing to push deep into her tightness due to her arousal seeping out of her, desperate for him. “Jesus fuck, you feel so good.”

“Oh, god, Aaron. Move!” He didn’t need to be told twice, pulling out of her only to push back in with more force. Within seconds the two had managed to build a fast rhythm, set on their own greedy needs, desperate to feel that addicting high. Aaron’s ringed fingers found her throat to keep (y/n) pinned down on the mattress, fucking her with an urgency she wasn’t used to. 

The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through her small bedroom, followed by the sound of her moans and his deep groans. Aaron fucked her as if it was his last day on earth, as if he had to prove a point. And (y/n) happily took it all, every touch, every possessive groan that made her tremble beneath him.

“Touch yourself, baby, make yourself cum on my cock.” With trembling fingers she found her pulsing bundle, circling her clit to try and push herself into the open arms of her orgasm. Aaron watched her with dilated pupils, pleasure-drunken and high on the feeling of her walls fluttering around his cock. He’d struggle with letting her go, Aaron wasn’t one for sticking around, but perhaps he could make an expectation - just this once.

“I’m close, harder, please.” A hum left Aaron at her begging, smirking down at (y/n) as he fucked her even harder. He tightened his grip on her throat as she came, watching her with amazement swimming in his pupils. Aaron fucked her through her high and gave it a few more thrusts before he came himself. 

“That was something.” (Y/n)’s whispers left him chuckling, carefully he pulled away, threw the condom away and found his way back to her bed. He found his place next to her, heavily breathing just like she was. 

“If there’s one thing to know about me,” with mischief swimming in his pupils he settled between her quivering thighs. “It’s knowing that I always keep my word, and I need to taste you now, baby.”

#Aaron Hotchner smut #Aaron Hotchner x reader #Aaron Hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine

[autisticlancemcclain]

this is how it continued

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Lance tries for weeks to make it end.

The words crawl up like bile in the back of his throat. Keith, he tries to say, time and time again, we need to talk. And when he manages to push through the stinging burn and say them, breath turning to dust in his lungs, Keith crooks his finger under Lance’s chin and meets Lance’s eyes and replies, just as quietly, Of course, sweetheart. What’s wrong?

And every time Lance is faced with the softness in his dark eyes, the steady way he holds his gaze. And every time something inside him cracks, desperate and howling and selfish after being deprived so long, and his bravery dries up like a tiny stream in the summer heat. And instead of saying When did you start loving me, Keith, ‘cause you woke up one day and decided we’d been together for ages and everyone thinks you’re crazy his chin trembles and his eyes burn and he cries, again, and tells Keith of the months without him.

Every day I’m sorry I left you behind, Keith whispers into the heat of Lance’s skin, and every time in response Lance knows, I do not deserve this from you. And the desperate howling selfish part of him grows stronger and stronger.

Lance needs to make it end.

———

He cannot make it end publicly.

It’s too…messy for that. It has been too long now. He hasn’t counted the days but he knows what it looks like right before Keith screams himself awake, now, knows how to press his cold hands to the side of his neck and the curve of his ribs to startle his dream-self into thinking kinder thoughts. He knows how the chip on Keith’s right front tooth feels on his tongue, his knuckles, his shoulder. He knows that Keith showers with his eyes shut out of years of habit of showering in the dark and fearing the sting of the soap.

Rarely do they stop at a hotel. Usually they sleep in shifts, staying in space for days at a time instead of resting every night. It’s horrible and cramped and makes everyone cranky, but it brings them home faster. After everyone is fed up of air travel, which never takes long, they often stop somewhere small and uninhabited and out of the way – a moon, a burgeoning planet, a long-abandoned one. Whatever is closest. On those nights, the nine of them, plus the animals, will stretch and enjoy the fresh air, if there is any, maybe watch a setting sun. And then they will make a fire and cook rations or a real meal, if they can find ingredients and Hunk or Lance have the energy. And after everyone has eaten and conversations have long begun to slow, after teeth have been brushed and faces have been washed, after their friends have nodded off one by one, Keith will push their bedrolls together to make one, spread a blanket over the two of them, and hold Lance close; without question, without hesitation. And he will be out in moments, gently snoring along to whatever alien crickets are crooning into the night, and Lance will trace the shape of his face under the light of the dying embers and forget to be guilty. He will feel safe in Keith’s hold like he does not feel anywhere else and his feet will be warmed between Keith’s thighs. He will fall asleep with a smile on his face.

———

Five months into their journey, Coran says: “I have an announcement to make.”

“What’s up?” Pidge asks, swinging her feet from where she sits sideways in her chair, hair a mess, face buried in the not-quite-DS they found a few planets back. Lance smiles and rolls his eyes.

“In the next quintaint, we will be approaching Deruyn. The Deruy were close friends of the Alteans, eons ago, and the Chancellor has extended to me an invitation to reacquaint ourselves. If you’re all amenable, my dears, we have been invited to stay in the guest wing of her royal quarters for a week.”

Lance straightens up, rubber band ball he was toying with slipping from his grasp. He hears it bounce several times behind him before an abrupt stop, and then a very angry moo. He winces.

“Sorry, Kaltenecker.”

She huffs, clearly still miffed.

Everyone is talking over each other, eyes bright and excited through their video connections. Coran looks pleased, watching them all chatter. Lance catches his eye and smiles at him.

A whole week in a royal wing…and a real royal wing! Nothing like the paladin quarters they lived in on the Castle. They bedrooms will be huge, probably; fancy and ornate. Maybe a canopy bed and pillows comfier than Lance can even fathom.

And baths. Lance hopes there are big, deep baths he can almost swim in.

“You look dreamy.”

Keith’s amused voice startles him out of his daydreaming, although he can’t bring himself to be embarrassed. Everyone else is still chattering on, bubbling with excitement — no one is looking at him.

“I am,” Lance admits. He puts a hand to his forehead and sighs, more dramatically than necessary, pleased when it brings the expected reaction of Keith’s fond little smile. “There might be baths, Keith. Real baths. And oils and soaps and soft towels. And pillows! And a queen-sized bed!”

Keith’s smile turns teasing. “What you need is an Alaskan king.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Keith’s laugh has gotten rumblier since his space whale growth spurt, that’s the only way Lance can explain it. It’s softer and darker and suggests smile lines around his eyes he didn’t have before. Every time Lance looks at them he imagines them getting deeper and wider.

“Been a while since we’ve been somewhere with a real bed, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotta make sure they don’t book us two separate rooms again,” Keith huffs, crease appearing between his eyebrows. “I still don’t know what that was about.”

Lance’s mouth goes dry.

I do, he should be saying. I know exactly why there were two separate rooms booked for us. In fact I can guarantee it will happen again.

But he is a coward. And the words die somewhere in his belly, before they can come anywhere near his throat.

———

It takes time to reach Deruyn. Some of this is because Shiro read the map backwards and set them back two days. (“I’m dyslexic!” he had defended, to their booing and whining. “There is not booing and whining to dyslexia! Do you boo and whine a lisp? No! Let me live!”)

By the time they finally manage to drag their poor, exhausted Lions to the sizeable planet, everyone’s excitement is so palpable Lance doesn’t need an emotional bond to feel it.

“Fresh air,” sighs Allura.

“Good food,” seconds Hunk.

“People to talk to that aren’t you fools,” agrees Pidge.

“A mattress,” Keith adds, and shoots Lance a wink.

Despite himself and rolling mess of feeling in his stomach, Lance flushes.

Coran accepts a call as soon as they’re within radio range, greeting a narrow-faced, pink-skinned woman who must be the Chancellor. Immediately they delve into a conversation that Lance doesn’t even pretend to follow. He recognizes Coran’s tone from the many times his mother would strike up a conversation with an aunt or uncle or any guest at all as they were leaving the house — this conversation could be hours long. His eyes glaze over, sliding away from his Lion’s display to take in the planet in front of him.

Deluyn is large, that much is obvious. It’s hard to scale something with such magnitude when it’s so close to your face, but if Lance had to guess, he would place it somewhere between Jupiter and the Balmera. It has no rings but the whole planet seems to glow, slightly, although Lance can see no clear source for it. The colours visible from orbit are entirely alien to him, so he’s not sure what is water, if anything is, but from the angry look of the planet’s poles, the dark green things are clouds.

What feels like a million hours later, but it probably only around fifteen minutes, there’s a click as the Chancellor and Coran end their call, and they are urged forward into landing. As they get closer to the landing strip, Lance notices dozens of children sprinting along the barrier, holding signs and flags and cheering. He grins, twisting his hands tighter around Red’s controls, hanging back just slightly from formation to give himself space to move. Then he yanks the controls to the side, feeling Red roar as she whips around in a tight circle, flames rolling down her back. The children jump up and down, fists raised, mouths open in shouts of joy. Several of their grownups watch with wide grins, too, necks craned to watch Lance spin around.

He pulls back into formation after a couple of tricks, sliding smoothly in between Black and Blue. His heart rate ticks up, and suddenly his undersuit feels tight, itchy. He squirms in his seat. When Shiro’s face pops up to relay landing instructions he flinches, and immediately hates himself for the hurt look that eclipses his friend’s face.

“…Lance?” Shiro asks softly, confusion lining his voice. He looks like a kicked puppy. Lance is a monster.

“I’m just jumpy, I’m just jumpy,” he assures, forcing a smile and holding it there until Shiro’s shoulders relax. “You know. So excited to see where we’ll be staying.”

“Yeah, me too! Coran even said they have this massive sauna they’re really famous for. I can’t wait. I miss what saunas do for my skin. And, plus, having our own rooms will be nice.” His excited grin turns sly. “Well, most of us will have our own room.”

Lance’s heart pounds for a totally different reason. “Okay thanks Shiro bye —”

He reaches to cut the connection but Shiro stops him, laughing.

“No, no, wait, I’ve got landing instructions. Their staff is limited so we gotta go one at a time, okay, stay in your Lion once you’re parked in case you need to adjust…”

Thankfully it’s nothing too complicated. Keith lands first, and Lance next to him, then Pidge, then Allura, then Hunk. Once they’re all parked and confirmed by ground control, they’re cleared it exit, none of them taking their time.

Well, everyone else disembarks pretty fast. Kaltenecker remains and stubborn pain in the ass as usual, and Lance is stuck trying desperately to drag an 800 something pound cow that has absolutely no desire to work with him. “Kallie,” he begs, tugging uselessly on her leash, “you dumb ass fucking animal. Please. I am begging you. I put up with your farts in the cabin for days on end, which has got to be shaving years off my life. The food I feed you could be better but in all fairness, I’m getting the same slop you are, so. Maybe cut me some slack.”

She doesn’t even moo at him.

Lance tries bribery.

“Say, you want good food? I bet they have good food on this planet. Nice, sweet, fresh grass. You love grass. You want grass? Please come on, Kallie. Everyone else has already left and I’m going to die of embarrassment if I’m the last paladin left, doing the walk of shame with his stubborn cow behind him. The jokes will write themselves. I’ll have to quit and join a travelling circus, and then who will put up with you? Remember that Allura wants to turn you into hamburgers.”

Clearly hamburgers were the wrong thing to mention, because if cows can glare, Kaltenecker does. She even has the audacity to huff her cow breath at him and drag them both further into Red. Red, who is a traitor, does absolutely nothing to help and is in fact laughing herself sick, loudly, in Lance’s mind.

“I shoulda left you in that damn mall,” Lance grumbles, not meaning it. He sighs and collapses against his cow’s side, closing his eyes. Just his luck. The rest of his friends are gallivanting about a fancy-dancy castle as guests of honour, and Lance is babysitting a methane machine. “I’m gonna have to sleep here tonight, aren’t I.”

“Well, I hope not.”

Lance yelps, jumping to his feet. Unfortunately, in his haste, his boot hooks around Kaltenecker’s hoof, and since she is still unmoving, he goes sprawling. Fortunately, Keith got stranded in a space whale for two years and took Prince Charming classes, or something, so he catches him.

“You’re such a nervous wreck,” Keith says fondly, leaning down to kiss him instead of letting Lance stand like a normal person. (Not. That Lance. Is necessarily complaining. But for prosperity’s sake, and everything, keeping a man in a dip for too long is just undignified, Keith, you should know that, you graduated top of your class from Fairytale University. So. Pull yourself together.)

“Am not,” Lance protests. He sighs as Keith adjusts his hold on him, patting around blindly until he finds the edge of Keith’s braid and undoing it. He slides his hands in that thick hair with a relish as soon as it’s free, making Keith chuckle (but, wisely, not say anything, because the one and only time he commented Lance avoided him for two days out of pure embarrassment).

“I sent the rest of the team on when you didn’t come out. Figured Kaltenecker was giving you trouble.” He meets Lance’s eyes and grins, dark eyes mischievous and sparkling, and Lance is seriously going to walk off a bridge because who authorized that, who, who approved the combination of big dark eyes and a crooked grin and a face that promises trouble. Huh? The fuck’s up with that. “Figured I could help.”

Lance manages to find a shred of dignity within himself and steps slightly away. “That’s great, Noble Kent, but last I checked you couldn’t drag an 800 pound heifer either, so.”

Keith nods. “‘Course not. Brought Kosmo. Here, boy.”

The wolf poofs to existence at Keith’s side, barking excitedly. He bounds up to Lance first, expecting his usual barrage of kisses and head scratches (which he gets), then gets all shy as he walks over to his crush. Kaltenecker looks over at him and no lie rolls her eyes, looking away again. Kosmo, however, is undeterred, barking happily before blipping them both out of existence.

“She is never gonna love you, dude,” Keith says, shaking his head.

Lance snorts, taking Keith’s offered hand and heading down Red’s ramp (finally). “Wouldn’t it be weirder if she did? I think we’d have to break them up. Like, ethically.”

“Could be a Donkey and Dragon situation.”

“Shut up. It ruins my perception of you every time I’m reminded you’ve seen Shrek.”

“You’re perception of me,” Keith repeats, musing. His right eyebrow twitches, and it’s too small to see at arm’s distance, but Lance knows a tiny scar ripples there, from when he was fourteen and got it pierced in defiance of Shiro. “What is your perception of me?”

Lance keeps himself steady. He puts one foot in front of the other and keeps his left hand held in Keith’s. There is nothing interrogating in Keith’s tone, he reminds himself, although maybe there should be. When he looks up Keith’s eyes are open and curious and something else he doesn’t know how to name.

“You’re honest,” he says quietly. He means to say more, has a list he could probably recite bullet by bullet, but he doesn’t.

“Honest,” Keith mutters to himself. “Huh.”

Lance swallows. He doesn’t know how he could possibly explain the weight to that. Keith is committed and brave and talented and beautiful. But more than that he is truthful. Does he see? Does he know?

An empty landing pad passes remarkably slowly when two people walk in silence. There are crafts of all kinds and tarmac upon tarmac. Eventually, though, they start walking somewhere a little more crowded; thin, reedy people resembling the Chancellor waving to them as they pass. Lance would stop to ask for directions, but the giant castle is kind of hard to miss, so they just walk in the direction of it hope their armour will do the talking for them.

Keith catches a richly dyed ribbon blowing by as they pass through a crowded market, trapping the fine thing between his fingers as it passes between them. It’s a strange and familiar colour, walking the line between indigo and deep violet. He glances around for a stall that might be selling them, and when he can’t find one, he turns to Lance and says, “Hold out your arm.”

Lance does. Carefully, Keith unlatches his vambrace, tucking it under his arm, then peels up his undersuit to lay bare his wrist. His tongue sticks out of his mouth slightly in concentration as he ties it among Lance’s dozens of string bracelets, right above his blue Moana watch still counting the hours back home.

“There,” he says proudly. “Looks good on you.”

Lance reaches up and kisses him until neither of them can breathe.

———

They know they will be teased when they finally meet with their friends at the castle.

“Let’s not,” Keith suggests, nodding at the guards who move to let them past.

“I’ll find out where our room is?” Lance says.

Keith nods. “Yeah, we’ll need that.”

“‘Kay, wait here. Don’t be obvious, or Allura will smell drama and come running.”

He’s jinxed them by saying anything at all — no sooner do the words leave his lips does Keith tense up, screwing up his face in an attempt to appear neutral but resembling instead someone who is trying very hard not to sneeze. Lance manages not to laugh, squeezing his hand once before darting off, choosing a random corridor and going with it.

Thankfully, he manages to find a person who holds a clipboard and walks with a purpose, so he assumes they know what they’re doing. Double thankfully, they do, and not only direct him to their rooms but press a labeled map into his hands. It even has a schedule on the back for mealtimes and room cleaning, which is something Lance totally forgot existed. He runs back to Keith quickly, careful to avoid the kitchen and the armoury — places he’s sure his friends will be.

Keith is earnestly inspecting a mounted sword on the wall when Lance returns. His nose is maybe an inch from the polished blade, probably less, honestly. Lance bites his lip to hold down a snicker and takes a picture, intending blackmail, but it ends up being the perfect shot — his hair is slightly wavy from the braid he wore earlier, and there’s a cute scrunch to his nose, not to mention his squinted eyes like he’s wishing for reading glasses. It becomes Lance’s background almost without him meaning to.

“C’mon, nerd,” he calls, smiling as Keith startles. “I got a map and someone is gonna meet us there with a key. I wanna check it out, get a move on.”

Keith does indeed hurry over. “I’m so glad they got it right this time. One room! No need to debate over it.”

Lance falters. He’d been so caught up in the excitement of the room and then Kaltenecker and then…Keith, he forgot. They’re not what Keith thinks they are, what Lance has been pretended to be.

“Right,” he manages, mouth suddenly dry. He desperately tries to shove the enthusiasm back in his voice, forcing his face into a smile when Keith looks back. “Right, yeah, that’s so much less of a pain.”

There is indeed someone with a key when they get to the room. The door is light, in both colour and material, and although his feelings are still heavy and conflicting, his excitement wins out. Keith takes the key, thanking the attendant, and a small voice in the back of Lance’s mind whispers this could be them some day, on Earth, with a key of their own. He does his best to ignore it.

“Ready?” Keith asks.

“Please oh please let the bed be bigger than Red’s cabin,” he responds.

Keith snorts. Slowly, out of what must be a desire to torture Lance, he slides the key into the lock and turns it. Lance doesn’t hesitate before shoving it open.

“It is bigger than the cabin!” he shouts, and wastes no time running up and onto it.

He practically sinks into the mattress, so soft it’s like it’s made of hopes and dreams. The blankets are the fluffiest things he’s ever felt in his life. And the space — he stretches out as far as he can, fingers to toes, and not a single limb comes even close to the edge of the bed.

The mattress dips beside him, and a hand slides along the back of his neck.

“This is you before you notice the big canopy.”

Lance lifts his head immediately. He fights back a very undignified squeal when he does, indeed, see a gossamer blue canopy hanging softly from the high ceilings.

“And the windows too, sweetheart. Floor to ceiling, like you like ‘em.”

Lance scrambles to his knees to check. They are. And the view is breathtaking.

“And the bathtub? Is it huge and clawfooted?”

Keith ducks his head, smiling, and presses a lingering kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll go check, you grandma. You take your armour off.”

He listens for Keith’s footsteps, waits for them to go from carpet to tile, waits for the “Yep! Claw foot!”, waits for the sound of rushing taps even though he didn’t ask, even though Keith didn’t offer. He turns on his back and stares as the canopy, inspecting the padded wooden roof structure from which the gauzy curtains hang, tracing its sturdy edges and even corners.

Keith makes him feel so warm.

He’s felt a lot of cold, in a lot of places, for a lot of his life. Part of it is the stupid anaemia that he gets to live with. Part of it is stuff he doesn’t like to think about. But Keith comes in with his warm hands and warm smile and stupid big warm heart, and Lance is thawed in every frozen inch of him. It’s good. It’s so good.

He wants it so desperately.

He comes when Keith calls, stripping his armour along the way. Keith is waiting for him in the bath when he gets there — and it is huge, close enough for them to both sit comfortably without brushing so much as a toe against each other, but of course Lance settles his spine against the curve of Keith’s chest the second he slips inside the steaming water. The room smells of sandalwood and lilac.

“You are so important to me,” Keith murmurs, seemingly at random, pressing his lips along Lance’s stretched neck, following the arch of it as he tips his head back to rest on Keith’s shoulder.

Lance’s breath sighs out of him, rising and mixing with the steam. He lifts a shaking hand to twine it to Keith’s, squeezing. Their joined hands are wet against his chest. Together they rise, up and down, up and down, up and down, with every shaky breath.

———

They giggle like teenagers, sneaking into the kitchen well after dark and well after most of the castle has finally gone to bed.

Neither has wanted to face the team’s teasing just yet, or even the team at all, really. Their room can’t be called a room so much as a small apartment — bookshelves lining the wall that Keith had been eyeing for hours, a massive wardrobe, a beautiful velvet sofa, even a small icebox. Neither of them have said it but it feels, implicitly, like their own little space, their own little commune, beyond the privacy of a hotel room. It feels like somewhere they could live. They’re billions of miles away from Earth and anywhere Lance could consider home, but it’s nice to pretend, and neither of them is ready to hop back into reality — or Hunk’s roasting — quite yet.

(It is not what Lance’s mind is pretending. In no world could they ever live in a castle like this. It is foolish to spend his time fantasizing about a future they will probably never have, a home they will never build. The guards stationed at every door should break Lance’s fantasy. But he has always been very, very good at pretending.)

“Just grab some of everything,” he whispers to Keith. “We have actual room cleaning, remember? We can have some dirty dishes, no one will mind.”

“There’s certainly space for it,” Keith agrees.

In minutes the two of them have piled almost more than they can carry. They’re much slower on the walk back, but no less giddy. As soon as the door is locked shut behind them, they’re sat on the bed, even though eating on a bed is disgusting and usually Lance would never permit it, and stuffing their faces.

“Oh my God, this thing tastes like strawberries. Here, try.” Keith holds up a juicy looking silver fruit, Lance leans over to bite it. It does taste like strawberry. He dusts off his hands and crawls over to chase the taste off Keith’s tongue.

“Strawberries get you going?” Keith mumbles, and Lance grins and says, “Something like that.”

They have more food than they can possibly eat and they eat until they can barely move. The rest they wrap up and stick in the icebox.

He can feel Keith falling asleep, head getting heavier, so he pats him gently on the hip and whispers, “Come on, get up, at least get ready first. Wash your face.”

Keith groans. He squishes his face further into Lance’s belly, making him squirm and laugh, and mutters something he can barely here. “Hnnngh. You first. I’ll catch up.”

“You’ll fall asleep,” Lance scolds, but he gets up first anyway. When he glances behind him he sees that Keith has at least managed to put one foot on the ground, so maybe he really will get up and put some pyjamas on.

Lance snorts. Yeah, right.

He takes his time and pokes around the bathroom, having been too preoccupied to do so beforehand. There’s a stack of fluffy towels and cloths on a shelf, and even a couple rough ones for exfoliating. In a cupboard lies dozens of soaps and oils and creams and a million other things, labelled in that same holographic translator stuff the Olkarions use so Lance can read them easily. He is impressed by the wide range of selection — he’s been slowly rebuilding his skincare collection, and will indeed be looting at least half of these bottles to complete it. There’s enough stuff here to do a whole soak. Nice.

Then he turns towards the sink. And he stares.

And he starts to cry.

Laid out exactly as he likes it is his stuff from his pack. His toothbrush, his primary face wash, his hair brush, his lotion, everything. In order of how he uses it, with the sink in the middle, and everything an appropriate distance from the sink so he doesn’t soak the whole counter trying to reach for whatever comes next in his routine. A setup his has perfected over many years and has had genuine conniptions over misplaced steps and wrong orders. Something inane and stupid and that only matters to him.

Of course Keith has noticed, of course Keith has memorized, of course he has replicated.

Lance is a horrible, horrible person.

This is has to be how it ends.

“Keith!” he shouts, and the man comes in running, half groggy and robbing the sleep from his eyes. He’s in a t-shirt and boxers.

“Lance?”

“My brush is — in the wrong place.”

Keith inspects him carefully. “You’re crying.”

“Because the brush is in the wrong place! I keep it in the same spot, I like it here, you know I like it here, why is it —”

He interrupts himself with a great, heaving hiccup, so large it shakes his whole body, and he’s furious with himself, with his shaking hands, with the careful look on Keith’s face.

This is how it ends.

This is how it ends.

This is how it ends.

“This is not where my brush goes,” he insists again, desperate to keep his voice steady, desperate to make it angry.

“Okay,” Keith says simply. He walks over and pulls the brush gently from Lance’s hands. “Where do you want it?”

Lance tries to breathe in. His chest shakes and shudders, poking holes in his voice. This isn’t working. Why isn’t it working?

“No, you’re supposed to — I’m being unreasonable.”

“You’re upset about something.”

“Something stupid.”

“Okay. I’ll fix it. I can fix it.”

“No, you can’t — I’m not —”

The rest of his strength leaves him.

This is how it ends.

This is how it ends.

Why can’t he make it end.

Slowly, Keith reaches out to grab his hands. Lance lets him, like the coward he is.

“Come to bed, sweetheart. You’ve had a long day. You need to sleep.”

“Okay,” he whispers, defeated, squeezing his eyes shut. He keeps them shut as Keith guides him to the giant bed, as he pulls back the covers, as he crawls in and waits for the sound of the light switch to be flicked off, of the tiny creak of Keith’s weight as he joins him.

For a long moment Keith is quiet. Long enough that Lance would assume he’d fallen asleep, except that he still sits upright, except that his hand has slid under Lance’s shirt, and his thumb traces a line across the small of his back, over and over again.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” he whispers.

A new tear slips hot down Lance’s face.

This is how it ends.

He knows, or at least he must suspect. Maybe he realized his mistake some time ago, and has been waiting for Lance to fess up, to explain why he went along with Keith’s mistaken affection in the first place. Why he used Keith, confused as he was, for his own selfish needs.

“I’m sorry,” he says hoarsely. He can’t bring himself to turn around, to sit up, to meet Keith’s eyes.

Keith’s hand doesn’t so much as twitch. “What for?”

“For leading you on.”

That certainly gives him pause.

“Leading me…on?”

“Yeah.” Lance sniffles, dragging himself upright and away from Keith’s affectionate hands, huddled against the massive headboard. “You came back…confused. I don’t know. You thought we were in love. I wanted it, so I let you. I’ve been manipulating you.”

“Lance…” Even only in the silvery blue moonlight streaming in from the windows, Keith’s face is unmistakable, obvious; strong brow creased in worry, head tilted in confusion, face pulled with something like desperation. “Lance, we are in love. Aren’t we? I love you. And you love me, I know you do.”

Lance shakes his head. His tears make his face crumple and he knows how ugly that makes him look, so he hides his face.

“No, I made you feel that way, I didn’t correct you back then and it’s habit now so…”

He trails off. Keith doesn’t respond. He wonders if he’ll stay the night, bed surely big enough for him to sleep without touching Lance at all, or if he’ll have to go get a new room.

A tiny, tiny part of Lance’s brain recognises the irony in that and wants him to laugh. But the steady breaking of his heart keeps it at bay.

“…Back at the tarmac,” Keith says what feels like hours later, startling Lance out of his skin. He looks up at the man with wide eyes, having half-convinced himself he was already gone, and Keith meets his gaze determinedly. “Back at the tarmac, you said I was honest. Did you mean that?”

Lance swallows.

“Yes.”

Keith holds his gaze, looking for something, then nods, having found it. “Believe me then, sweetheart.” He crawls forward, slowly, as if he is afraid Lance will startle away from him. That fear is what startles Lance out of his stupor, out of his guilt, out of the dread that has been building in his stomach for months. He hasn’t seen that kind of fear — the fear of getting too close — on Keith face since he came back. And never does he want to see it again. He throws himself into Keith’s arms, too hard, hard enough to hurt, but Keith catches him and holds him and squeezes just as painfully tightly. “I love you, star of my skies.”

“That’s cheesy as hell,” Lance croaks, and Keith laughs, wetly and beautifully. “I love you too.”

“Good.” Keith kisses the top of his head. “Good.” He exhales, long and shuddering; relieved. “God, I spent two years waiting for this exact moment.”

The statement strikes Lance as odd. “This exact moment.”

Keith tenses. Lance tenses, too, and immediately he relaxes again, breathing steadily until Lance matches him.

“On the space whale, time was…stretchy.”

“You mentioned.”

“Two years I lost.”

Lance tightens his hold. “I know.”

“Most of it was survival camping, really, but there were these visions, sometimes. For Krolia and me. Our pasts. You guys, in the present.” He takes a breath. “Our future.”

Somehow, Lance gets the feel he’s not talking about his and Krolia’s.

“Our future?”

Keith’s breath tickles his neck. Lance doesn’t dare move. Goosebumps pimple his skin and he lets them, shivering, warmed.

“Yes. So much, all the time. More than anything else we saw. Just — tiny snippets, here and there; your face when you sleep, your fingers on a bow, you dragging me on a surfboard and a million other places I woulda followed you to anyway.”

One of his hands slides down Lance’s ribs, fingertips light enough to make him shudder, and rests, cupped open at his hip. “I saw this,” he admits. “Not — the whole conversation, or why, but my hands on you, in this bed, in the moonlight. It kept me going.”

Lance closes his eyes and tries to imagine. Stuck in a strange place where days don’t seem to pass with a stranger who claims to be his mother, watching visions of himself in the future, over and over again.

“No wonder your head was all wonky.”

“Yeah.”

“You’d already been with me. For two years.”

“For twenty. Thirty. Seventy.”

“…That’s a long time, Keith.”

“God, I hope so.”

Lance smiles. “You gonna stick with me that long, hotshot?”

“Like glue, darlin’.”

Lance looks up and, sure enough, Keith’s eyes are closed, face slack. He’s clinging onto consciousness with every bit of strength in his body, things like keeping his accent in check losing priority. Lance settles again against him, guiding them gently so they lie comfortably against the pillows, and breathes out, slow and long.

“Tell me about our future.”

“House on th’beach,” Keith murmurs. His words are slow and pulled apart. “Stone’s throw from your mama’s.”

Lance traces sleepy circles on his skin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Little boy with hair like yours followin’ every little thing you do.”

His breath hitches. He hadn’t thought about that — hadn’t let himself think about it. It’s dangerous, for more than one reason.

But tonight they’re safe. Under the silvery moonlight, with a bed three times bigger than they are, nothing can touch them.

“What about a little girl with your smile?”

“You got it.”

Lance’s smile is warm and giddy, tucked into Keith’s arm, etched there like it’s permanent. “Good. Goodnight, mi alma.”

“Night, baby.”

This is how it stays, forever and ever and always.

#if i came back from two straight years of watching myself fall and be in love with the same person i too would be batshit insane head over #heels absolutely down bad dogshit whipped for them keith you are so real ❤️ aslo gonna try to do a bonus and quick part four with the team! #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #klance angst #soft angst #langst #soft keith #whipped keith #keith loves lance so so much #communication #bad communication #angst and fluff #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #my writing #fic #longpost

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Labour -W2S

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: pregnancy, birth.

In which you and Harry finally meet your baby girl.

a/n: I’ve never had a baby so I apologise if this isn’t accurate!! Also this was a request on wattpad. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼🧸

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I met Harry in primary school. I always thought he was a little weird but just as high school finished I fell head over heels in love with that weird boy. That was 12 years old. We got married two years ago, it was a small wedding in Guernsey with only our closest friends and family. Just under a year ago we decided we wanted a kid, 4 months later I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant. I waited an entire week to tell Harry just so I could tell him with a little bag containing a mini version of his charity match jersey inside (that I'd had specially made). Then we told the boys, Faith, Freya and Talia at a special dinner that we arranged just so we could tell them all together. They were extremely excited, especially Ethan and Faith because there would now be another set of parents in the group.

We found out we were having a little girl when I was 21 weeks. That was also around the time I felt the baby kick for the first time, me and Harry sat in our bed absolutely freaking out about it. After we knew it was a girl I could finally start buying an unholy amount of baby clothes, teddies and things for the nursery. Me and Faith have become considerably closer, since we now have things to talk about, she's really been a great help when it came to little worries I had or if I just needed someone to rant to about back pain.

I'm currently 38 weeks. The hospital bags are packed and the nursery is completely ready. I am seriously getting bored of being pregnant and would really like to just meet my baby. Harry ran me a warm bath so I could relax. Then I dried myself, put on my current favourite pyjamas and slid into bed next to him. I struggled slightly getting to sleep since I was really uncomfortable. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the feeling of wet between my legs. Confused, I pulled the covers back. My eyes met a large patch of clear ish liquid on the mattress, barely visible in the darkness of the room. My brows furrowed then my face dropped, mouth turning into an O shape. My water just broke. I took a deep breath then turned to gently shake Harry awake, he groaned. "Haz, wake up" I whispered gently. "What- what's up?!" He said the last part with a little bit of urgency after properly waking. "I think my water just broke." I stated calmly. His eyes widened "what!" He jumped off the bed.

"Calm down. It's fine the midwife said we have time, remember?" His face calmed slightly then he took in a shaky breath "are you ok?" He asked, coming over to my side of the bed. "I'm fine." I replied. He helped me off the soaked bed and to my feet. "This is really happening, we're really going this." He said with slight excitement in his eyes. "Yes we are. Now can you grab the hospital bag while I change?" He quickly nodded then ran towards the nursery where the bag resides.

I got changed into a comfy sweat set, brushed my hair and tied it back into a bun. When I emerged from the bedroom Harry was stood by the door rapidly texting on his phone. "Ready to go?" I asked. He looked up "yea," he nodded "I was just texting the boys." I giggled "Harry it's 5am!" I said with a light shake of my head. "I needed to tell someone!" He exclaimed. "We're any of them even awake?" I asked as he unlocked the front door. "Uh- no but they'll see it in a bit." I laughed.

Once we got in the car I text my mum telling her what was going on, then Harry speedily started the car. We were at the hospital just 15 minutes later. Harry helped me inside and we were quickly taken to a private room. "What time did your water break?" The nurse asked. "Around half four." I answered. "Ok... and have you had any contractions?" She questioned while scribbling on her clipboard. "Uh no, not yet." She looked up "alright then, I'll get my colleague to come and attach you to some machines so we can monitor you and baby." She said with a kind smile. I thanked her and she left the room.

Another nurse came in soon after and wrapped my stomach with some monitors, she did some other general checks on me. Once she left Harry came to sit next to me and held my hand. I smiled at him but my smile was quickly replaced with a look of discomfort as I felt a small but painful cramp wrap around the bottom of my stomach. "Woah, was that a contradiction?" Harry questioned a few seconds later, once it had subsided. I nodded "ye I think so." I replied. "Should I go get the nurse?" He asked. "No I'm fine." I answered. He nodded and kept his hand firmly in mine.

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Once it hit 8am I was having regular contractions that were lasting around 30 seconds each and were 7 minutes apart. The midwife came in and checked how dilated I was, 4 centimetres. Me and Harry sat on a FaceTime call with his mum, dad and Rosie, just a few minutes after we called my family. Then I got a call from Faith. "Hey! How's it going. How are you?!" She asked excitedly. "Hey, I'm okay." I said with a light smile. She returned the smile "I literally couldn't believe it when Ethan told me you were in labour this morning." She stated. Before I could say anything else I felt another contraction building. I quickly said goodbye and placed my phone next to me. I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand. "You're doing so good, breathe." He said quietly. As the pain subsided I let out a heavy sigh. Harry squeezed my hand lightly "You're incredible." I looked to him and smiled "You're so cute."

After an excruciating amount of time I was finally at 9 centimetres. I stood with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. "Not long now. You've got this. I love you. You're doing so good." Harry whispered in to my ears as I clung to him. He kept his hands firmly on my waist, helping me to stay up. "Ok y/n, It looks like you're ready to push!" My midwife said and I looked up to Harry with fear in my eyes. He helped me back onto the bed and cupped my face in his hands gently "you're gonna be fine, I'm here." He said with a comforting voice. To be honest I thought Harry was going to be an absolute mess when it came to me giving birth but I was pleasantly surprised on how strong he's been, for me.

I lay back on the bed, held up by a few pillows and Harry was quick to grab my hand, once again. With my legs propped up, my midwife sat on a chair in front of me. "On the next contraction push as hard as you can." she said through my legs. I nodded nervously and it wasn't long until I felt that now all familiar pain run from my stomach all the way round to my lower back. I squeezed Harry's hand so tight I thought I might break it as I pushed with all I had.

After almost 30 minutes of what felt like constant pushing I finally heard the loud cries of my baby. Tears immediately poured down my face and the last few hours completely left my brain. I looked over to Harry once they passed me my baby. I have only ever seen Harry cry once during the entire time I've known him, but there was tears falling down his face as he stared sweetly at me. "You did incredible. She's perfect. I love you so much." He choked out. I brought him towards me by fisting his shirt in my hand and pulling him so our lips connected.

Once Harry cut the babies umbilical cord, both me and baby were checked over and cleaned up and we informed our families and friends that we were both ok and that the baby was healthy, we sat admiring the sweet little baby peacefully sleeping in the plastic cot. "We need to name her." Harry said quietly. "Got any ideas?" I asked, realising I hadn't actually thought about the fact she'd need a name. "Uhm, I like the name Nova." He said. My eyes lit up slightly and I nodded "she looks like a Nova." More tears dropped from my eyes. Harry shuffled towards me "what's wrong? are you okay?" He asked softly. I laughed lightly "I'm fine. I just- love her so much." Harry giggled then pulled me into a warm hug "I love you." He said with a breathy laugh. I smiled into his chest "I love you too."

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I wish you'd write a fic where reader is xadens younger sister and dating Garrick. But they date in secret (obviously xaden wouldnt be super thrilled at first when finding out) for like 2 years or so before they leave to go to Basgiath . Maybe when reader goes to cross the parapet Xaden notices garricks extra instruction. Maybe a slight brush on the back of the end before stepping on. And then Garrick and reader are caught by xaden and then his mad at first but relaxes off after watching Garrick protect her through out the year

When?

Xaden felt like an idiot. One big absolute idiot. He couldn’t believe that he was able to lead the rebellion but was quite literally fooled by the people closest to him. How did he miss the signs? Why didn’t his consciousness wave red flags back and forth. And he didn’t even figure it out on his own. No, no, fucking Imogen spelled it out for him.

“What are you smiling about all day?”, he had asked her as they counted up the weapons. Getting ready to distribute them overnight. Imogen shook her head as her smirk deepened, “Just Garrick”, she breathed. Xaden frowned, “Why are you smiling over Garrick? You don’t smile over a man”. Imogen rolled her eyes, “it has nothing to do with me, you idiot”, she snorted.

“Out with it, I don’t have time to play”, Xaden grumbled. Imogen placed down the dagger in her hands before looking up at her friend. “Didn’t you notice that he’s been different?”, she questioned. “Is he sick?”, Xaden smacked a question of his right back at her. “You are unbelievable”, she shook her head, “Do you seriously don’t see it?” Xaden blinked a couple of times. Nothing seemed off about his oldest friend. He was fine. Better than ever actually. “Xaden, Garrick looks at your sister as if she hung the moon up in the sky”, Imogen muttered, “He greeted me with a smile today”, her hands met Xaden’s shoulders as she shook him slowly, “A smile. S. M. I. L. E. Do you understand? That man hasn’t smiled ever since I met him”. But Xaden’s mind had clung to the first part of her words. Garrick liked his sister. No, this had to be a joke. Just Imogen didn’t look as if she was joking.

Ever since had made it his task to keep an eye out. Following you both. Sorting out through memories of you both. You had barely crossed the parapet six months ago. And yes Garrick had pulled you from the line when you came up. “Show me your shoes”, he had ordered, bending down to check them himself. Xaden hadn’t thought anything of it then. Had simply muttered, “Fuck you, I got her the shoes myself”, but he was so frightened to lose you that day that nothing else counted. Not the way Garrick had gripped the side of your face right before you stepped on. Not even the fact that Garrick had broken the board the names were scribbled on. Or how they had embraced each other when you were safely on the other side.

“Stop piling food on my plate”, you chuckled lightly, as Garrick spooned more veggie bake from his owl plate onto yours. “You need to eat more”, he stated, “You did well in training today”. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him. “You probably just went easy on me”, you shrugged. “I never go easy on anyone, love”, he reached out, brushing strands of your hair behind your ear, “Especially not when I want to impress you”. You hit his chest lightly, as your cheeks went pink, “You’re such a flirt”, “Only for you baby, only for you”, he traced the corner of your lips before picking up a for once again.

Xaden brooded in the knowledge of seeing it with his own two eyes. And then it’s as if someone had ripped the blindfold from his eyes. It was everywhere. Xaden saw it everywhere and it was so obvious. Garrick who was always first to leave the meeting now stood there, waiting for everyone to leave. Every time he walked past the girls he always made sure to brush his fingers along your back. Find contact with you no matter what. In a sea of cadets, his eyes were always on you.

“When?”, Xaden asked, yanking the back of Garrick’s shirt as the male left one of the meeting halls. Garrick didn’t miss a beat at batting his long-time friend’s hands off him, “Shit man you nearly got me”. But Xaden only puffed his chest more, “When?”, he repeated. Garrick frowned because Xaden was tiptoeing on the edge and he never lost his cool. A fear ran down his spine. What if something happened? What if you got hurt? Taken?

“What the fuck is going on?”, Garrick barely managed to grunt as Xaden’s left fists collided with his jaw. “Answer the fucking question goddamn”, he growled, clearly getting more and more frustrated. Garrick shoved him back slightly, “What in burning dragon shit has gotten into you?”.

A bitter laugh slipped past his friend’s lips, “I should be asking you that”, Xaden’s eyes were burning with anger, “you’re the one screwing my sister behind my back”, his voice raised ever so slightly. Garrick’s face blanched for a heartbeat before a wave of frustration ripped within him as well, “Don’t you dare put it like that”, he pointed a warning finger at Xaden who leaped forward, “You didn’t deny it, shitface”.

He wasn’t so sure if he wanted to punch or choke his long-time friend until a voice split the growing. “Stop this right now”, you called out, reaching to move for them but Garrick moved his free hand up, “Step aside Yn”. Yet another huff echoed, “Don’t tell her what to do”, Xaden bit back and it’s as if something shifted in Garrick, “I will because you are insane and I ain’t taking chances with you”, there was that primal almost frustrations in him. One that Xaden recognized because he too got overtaken by it when anyone got involved with Violet.

Yet still, Xaden pushed through, making sure to back Garrick against the wall, “I will make sure you die a painful…”, “Don’t you finish that Riorson”, you hissed from behind him, as you pulled at your brother’s upper arm. “You are grounded”, Xaden yanked his arm out of your grip, turning his frustration back on you.

“Listen to yourself, you sound like a child”, you said through gritted teeth. “Why was I not informed about this”, Xaden pointed between you and Garrick, before shaking his head, “This can’t be happening”. Garrick let out a low chuckle, “It has been for the past year and then some”, “Garrick”, you huffed pinching the bridge of your nose as he shrugged.

“She’s my sister! My”, Xaden shouted right at his friend's face, “And my girlfriend get in the line of being important to her”, Garrick said with a smirk. “I will choke you in your sleep”, Xaden leaned to tower over Garrick but he didn’t miss the beat doing just the same, “You can try”.

“Boys, please”, your voice was barely a whisper now, you could hear the sadness in it. Garrick’s head wiped in your direction instantly, “Don’t you dare get upset over this”, he hated it. Hated the sight of you sad. Of you upset. He could handle anything just not your tears. “Stop telling her what to do”, Xaden howled but this time Garrick was the one to shove him back before pointing a warning finger at him, “Riorson you are starting to get on my nerves”.

“Shut it, both of you”, you hissed, pushing your way between them and putting them at arm's length. “Garrick, I love you but please just stay quiet for a moment”, you glanced at your boyfriend, silently pleading with him, before your eyes turned to your brother.

“I’m sorry i should have told you”, you muttered. “Fuck yeah you should have”, he huffed. “But we had so little time. You both could have died, I could have died. We took a gamble just in case we survived and here we are”, you intertwined your fingers with Garrick’s and he instantly brought your joined hands up to his lips. Xaden inhaled sharply. “I’ve been really happy, Xaden”, you muttered quietly as your eyes glassed over with tears. Xaden reached out, pulling you closer to him, glaring at Garrick over your shoulder as he kissed the side of your head with a low whisper, “I know”.

You pulled back, hopeful eyes looking right into his soul. His little sister. The other half of his world. He only pushed through for you and Violet. A frown deepened between his brows before he managed to pull somewhat of a smile for you, kissing your forehead. “I will serve you your ass on the mats tomorrow”, Xaden shot a tight look Garrick’s way. He wasn’t ready to have a proper conversation with him yet. He will. He will put him from hell of his own. Just not now. “I’m looking forward to it”, Garrick nodded in agreement. Xaden turned to walk away before stopping. “A single hair breaks on her head and I am scattering you in ribbons”, he threatened, turning back to hold a warning stare with him. Garrick simply pulled you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, “Believe me”, he breathed out, glancing down at you for a moment, “If a hair breaks I will go willingly”. And that was enough for Xaden. Because even if he was angry he knew that Garrick would fight till his last breath to make sure that you were okay and for that alone, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him.

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It’s always colder in Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x fem!slyth reader

WC: I don’t know man it’s not that long just read it

1am was feeling like an agony.

I once proclaimed that Slytherin Common room was way colder than the other ones and my classmates declared that it was nonsense, that the whole castle may have been somehow enchanted to be a warm place for people to stay, that it would be unfair if anyone were to deal with cold because they were sorted in an specific house.

It may be that I’m way more prominent to feel cold (which I’m not) or that my classmates are too proud to recognize that our house may have at least one drawback in comparison to the rest, but I’m pretty sure that winter nights in Gryffindor common room are way warmer than here.

It may be because we are in the dungeons, or because we are under the lake. In any case, I don’t think there is any magical architecture protecting us from unfairness. So tonight is snowing outside, and I feel cold as shit.

Even though, cold was not being my primal issue. I would not have laved anything like an agony over something as simple as that. My main problem was the fact that I was not being able to sleep even after two hours of trying.

I already thought about my day, I already thought about my classes, I even imagined fake scenarios between some teachers just to have fun in my own head for a while to see if I was able to get tired. I thought about people in my school, I thought about my friends and how the girl group of them were so pleasantly sleeping by my sides. I thought about everyone, or at least everyone, cause there was certainly a person I did not feel the urge to think about.

It’s been a few rough months, mentally rough I mean. I have always been pretty close to the boys in my house, Zabini was cool and a good gossip partner, Theodore was funny when he was not trying to win my heart over those jokes, Crabbe and Goyle were… Well, those are definitely not my favorite, but I managed to ignore their braindead comments and sounding ways to chew.

But there was also Draco Malfoy, and oh if I have been ignoring thinking about Draco Malfoy.

The thing is, we are certainly… tense.

We have always been friends, I would even dare to say that he has always been the closest one of them for me. Grew up together as our parents are pretty much close and became thick as thieves while growing up.

In our first years at Hogwarts our friendship became a little less personal as we were now surrounded by not only new friends but many other people in general. Draco became a little bit annoying towards me, or a little bit annoying in general. He was restless and sarcastic, not to mention mean sometimes, although there were few the times in which he had really crossed a line and we always ended up talking it through, so I just ended up assuming that my best friend was just a little bit of an asshole sometimes, I ignored him whenever he was not in the mood and ended the conversation there. He was still my best friend and I was not the one to fix anyone’s behavior, I was not his mother.

Well, it would have end well if that were the end of the story, problem is that our friendship took kind of a turn a few months ago when something happened. I do not want to get pretty specific so I just prefer to say that a few drinks, a joint and a pretty blonde rich boy could make anyone feel dizzy about certain feelings or attractions on a summer night.

So, for the time going, we just stood in a place of being completely awkward towards each other sometimes, or extremely close some other times.

Reality is that I always feel push towards him, like a force begin me to go and hug him, to hold his hand while he’s walking by my side, to touch his face or lay my head on his shoulder. I could never deny (and believe me I tried) my attraction towards Draco Malfoy.

But that’s also the most uncomfortable thing that has happened to me.

Draco is not the kind of person you look up to date, not if you have known him your whole life and you could end up losing your closest friend over a predictable break up. He was a brat, pretty much selfish and I would dare to say a little but mean, plus, things were already tense enough.

But like I said before: 1am was feeling like an agony. And Slytherin common room was colder than the rest of them.

“Oh fuck it” I muttered and took away my blankets.

Walking at night in my nightgown was not the best idea ever, I felt like I was about to freeze but there would only be a few steps, I only had to cross the common room and then ahead to the other side of it.

I walked bare feet through it, saw that the chimney had a temptative fire and ignored it, just to keep walking towards my destination.

Once I reached the door, I knocked as hard as I could trying not to make much sound.

“Come on… Come on, I’m freezing”

I knocked again, this time a little bit harder. And it worked, cause suddenly a pale, angry face was looking at me just by the other side of the door.

As soon as he took recognition that it was me, his face relaxed and turned into a confused expression, he still looked a little bit annoyed, but not in a way that would made me feel like he’s about to snap some stupid comment.

“Y/N?” He asked. “What you doing here? Aren’t you cold?”

“Can I sleep with you?” I snapped at once. His prefect room completely empty at his back looking as tempting as hot chocolate. He looked at me for a second and I suddenly realized that it may have been a better idea in my mind than it was in reality. “I mean… It’s actually pretty cold and I don’t know, you are comfortable to cuddle at night, for some weird reason. No other intention included… and you see our common room is actually colder than the rest because…”

“Of course you can sleep with me” He interrupted at once. As I looked up again he was smiling. God, if he was not the prettiest boy this castle has ever seen.

I smiled back and he opened the door for me.

“Come on, hurry, I’m freezing”

As I entered the room he was already heading to get under the blankets, I followed him in a rush and lay beside him.

As I got under the blankets myself, he was quick to cuddle me, passing his arm from over my waist and getting close to me.

“God you are so cold” He mentioned while staring to pass his hand up and down my arm to give me some warm.

“Did I wake you?” I asked, now that I thought about it.

“What do you think?”

“Sorry” I muttered. He passed his other arm under my neck and hugged me completely.

I lay there in silence, feeling like I had the best idea of my life cause now my eyelids were finally feeling a little heavier and I was for once relaxed.

I was about to fall completely to my dreams when Draco suddenly said “Our common room is not colder than the rest, it would make no sense”

I sighed “It would actually make too much sense” I started “You see, we are in the dungeons so…”

“Y/N” He cut me. “Just go to sleep” I was not facing him, but I could have bet my life that he was at least smiling a little.

“You just woke me”

Draco kissed my shoulder from behind. The action took me completely by surprise and my heart made a little jump at the touch of his lips on my skin.

“You deserved it”

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[callofdutyma]

Haitani Brothers x Fem Reader

warning— pretty vulgar

You were Ran's girlfriend until your parents forced you to break up with him almost three months ago. Now, you're almost done with high school, and then the real hell begins. Your parents have always controlled your life, including who you date. You'll have to go to the university your parents picked, and follow the career path they picked. But that's not the life you want, is it? You want adventure and danger. You want to feel the adrenaline of living life on the edge again. You miss the thrill of being with Ran, the way he made you feel, and all the dangerous and fun times you spent together with him and his brother. It made you feel alive. 

Even though you were Ran's girlfriend, Rindou loved you too. You met both of them at the same time, and they quickly became the closest people in your life because they understood you. They knew how your parents would always make your decisions, and they knew you hated the boring life they'd force you to live, always sticking to the rules and following their orders. Ran and Rindou would always take you out to have fun and cause trouble, and you always had such a great time with them. They loved seeing you have fun, and watching your expression change after your parents were pissing you off. They were your best friends, then Ran confessed his feelings to you one day, and Rindou missed his chance. He wishes he would've told you how he felt sooner, but he respected that his brother got to you first. You knew that Rindou was in love with you, and so did Ran. But the brothers respected each other and wouldn't interfere if one of them ended up with the girl they loved. They have a strong brotherly bond, and they love and respect each other too much to let their feelings for you get in the way. Even though they both had feelings for you, they would be happy for the other if one of them ended up with the girl they loved, and they would always support each other no matter what. 

It's been almost three months since you broke up with Ran. Today, you're on a date with your new boyfriend who you‘ve been seeing for a month now. 

Ran leans against his motorcycle in the coffee shop parking lot, sipping his coffee when he notices you. His eyes widen as he sees the girl he never stopped being madly in love with, the girl whose virginity he took, walking hand in hand with some new guy. This, this made him boil with rage, and it's all because you decided to go on a date with another person. He still loved you, and he thought that the two of you were meant to be together. 

Ran couldn’t take it. He couldn’t hold it. So, he chugs his coffee and chucks the empty cup in the trash can before he storms towards you, his fists clenching and his eyes wide. 

Your eyes widen with surprise and confusion as Ran suddenly appears in front of you, blocking your path. You're taken aback by his sudden appearance and don't know what to say. You look at him, and your facial expression is a mix of surprise, confusion, and a little bit of fear. “Ran? What are you doing?”

Ran’s fists are still clenched. He looks at you in disbelief, he’s fuming. “What am I doing?” He lets out a frustrated chuckle. “You're the one who's currently on a date with someone else. You think I’ll take that lightly?” 

Your eyes narrow as you listen to Ran's words. “Ran, we broke up.” 

Ran let out another chuckle that was tinged with frustration, like he was trying to keep his cool as he would glance at the guy you were still holding hands with, which made the guy remain quiet. He could tell Ran isn’t the kind of guy he’d wanna mess with, so he lets you two talk without saying anything. “Y/n,” Ran looks back at you, “we were meant to be together. The two of us were going to be happy together, we were meant to be end game.”

You sigh, feeling mentally exhausted. “Ran, I told you I needed to focus on my life. Your delinquency and all that was just too much for me to deal with every day. I was sick of it. This guy is a classmate of mine and he shares the same interests as me.” You lie, you have no feelings at all for this guy, he’s boring, and too much of a goody-goody. The only thing you have in common with this guy is the university and career path you’re taking, which wasn’t even your choice. 

“Too much for you?!” Ran clenches his fists tighter. “You're nothing but a liar, y/n. You were never meant to be with this classmate of yours, this guy is nothing but a nobody to you. He's not me. I am the only one who understands you.” 

Your eyes dart to the ground, unable to meet Ran's gaze because then he’ll realize he’s right, and you know he's right. But you had to do it, you had to break up with him, because of your parents. “Ran, it’s over. I broke up with you months ago.”

“Y/n.” Ran says, looking down at your face that refuses to meet his gaze. “It will never be over. Your boyfriend? He'll never be like me. Never. He will only drag you down as a person, he will only make your life worse. He's not who you need, he's not who YOU deserve.” Ran grits his teeth. “You deserve me, you know this.”

You sigh deeply as your eyes look up to finally meet his gaze. “Ran please, don’t do this.” You say before you turn your head toward your boyfriend, “I need to talk to Ran alone, can I call you later?”

Your boyfriend nods and smiles genuinely, before letting go of your hand and walking home. You turn your head to look at Ran once again, “please, stop.” You continue.

“I will do everything to get you back, y/n.” Ran says as he steps closer to you, his two-toned braids moving slightly. “You don't belong with that guy, you belong to me.” 

You take a deep breath and then exhale. “Not anymore Ran. I told you, I gotta do what’s best for me. You’re a bad influence on my straight and narrow life.” 

“If I remember correctly, your life back then when with me wasn't so bad. I made your life memorable. I made your life interesting.” Ran smirks. “Now look at you. What life do you have now?” 

You don’t respond to that, you just turn your gaze back onto the ground. You hate your life now, you hate it so damn much. It’s boring and it’s suffocating. Like a prison.

“Your life is boring now.” Ran answers for you. “All you do is wake up, go to school, then sleep. No one understands you, no one makes you excited. No one is as cool as me.” He says, still staring at your face. “You don't have that adrenaline rush that I gave you.” 

You know he's right, so you stay silent, still avoiding his gaze. Ran takes note of the fact you can't answer him, and then he smirks again as if he knew that he's saying all the right words to hit you with a reality check. “You miss the adrenaline, don't you?”

“Stop it Ran! Just stop!” You say it with a hint of desperation in your voice, your eyes pleading for Ran to stop as they meet his gaze once again.

“I bet that when you're with your boyfriend, the feeling isn't there.” He continues to smirk. “You felt something when you were with me.”

You clench your jaw. Everything he says is true, it’s pointless to even deny a word he says, because he knows you better than anyone. “Ran, I just can’t. My parents don’t want me to stray from my path. There’s nothing I can do about it.” 

Ran narrows his eyes. “I knew it, I knew you broke up with me because of your parents. I fuckin’ knew it.” He says, his voice tinged with frustration. “Your parents don't understand you. So they forced that decision onto you.” He then smirks once again. “Do you think that guy understands you?”

You don’t respond to that, and Ran takes another step closer. “No, he doesn't.” Ran answers for you. “You're only with him to prove to your parents that you've changed. But you haven't.”

“Ran please, don’t do this.” You plead, your breaths becoming heavy at how close he is to you. “I have to follow the path that’s been laid out for me. It’s my only choice.”

“No, that's not your only choice y/n. You can be with me. You can be with the man you love. The bad boy that's got a soft spot for you.” He grins. “Come back to me y/n.”

“I can’t Ran.” You say, your voice quiet. 

“Y/n, you miss me, don't you?” He mutters, he’s so close that you can feel his body heat, and the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his natural man-musk fills your nostrils. 

“Please, don’t do this.” You plead, your breaths becoming heavier as your body temperature rises, but you try to push your feelings down. 

“Y/n, you miss the adrenaline.” Ran says, his voice quiet as he takes another step closer, his body not even an inch away from touching yours as he looks down at you with those downturned eyes and penetrating gaze. “You miss the bad boy that once made your heart beat rapidly. You can't deny that.”

You can’t, you can even feel it now, that familiar feeling of fiery passion that made you crave him, made you love every fibre of his being, made you wanna get inside of his skin so you wouldn’t have to be apart for even a second. His love consumed you, and it made you feel so alive. “Ran, stop. Please.” You entreat, your voice just above a whisper. 

“You still want me, don't you?” Ran smirks at you. “I know this, I know you better than anyone.”

“Please, don’t.” You murmur, your breaths continuing to come in heavy.

“Tell me you don't miss me.” He says, glancing at the way your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths. “Tell me that you're happy right now with your boring life and your uninteresting boyfriend.” 

You can’t respond. You just quietly continue to return his gaze. “That's what I thought.” Ran chuckles. “You're just lying to yourself. You still want me, y/n. You know that we're soul mates.” 

“Fine. You’re right. You’re always right. But it doesn’t change anything. I just can’t. My parents would kick me out.” You say with a quiet and resigned tone.

“You're 18, y/n, you can make your own decisions.” Ran then smirks. “You don't have to listen to what your parents tell you. Because I know it's not what you want. You don't want to go down this path, the path that was chosen for you. You want to go down the path with me.”

You sigh deeply, “if I don’t follow their rules, they’ll kick me out.”

“You could always live with me.” Ran suggests, giving you a passionate look that captivates you. “You wouldn’t have to worry about your parents anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow, “you mean live with you and Rindou?” 

“Why not? It's better than living with your overbearing parents.” Ran smirks once again, “who knows, maybe he could be our third?”

“Don’t even joke about that.” You laugh. “You know how mad I got the last time you asked if you could share me with your brother.” 

“Mad? You were blushing like crazy when I asked you that. I thought you were actually excited about it.” Ran chuckles. “It was actually pretty cute.” 

You scoff, your face flushing. “Hey! I was not blushing.” You deny, but it’s true, you definitely were. 

Ran continues to smirk, he likes how you try to deny what's true when he clearly knows the difference. “Let me ask you this. Is that boyfriend of yours more manly than me? Is he better than me? Is he cuter than me?”

You take a deep breath and then exhale before you answer. “You know he isn’t.”

“Exactly. You know that you want to be with me, but you're forcing yourself to date this boring, uninteresting, and bland guy who doesn't know what you want.” Ran says, his penetrating gaze still fixed on you. 

“I know that. I know.” You say, your voice quiet and acquiescent. 

Ran grins widely, leaning his lips close to your ear. “What are you waiting for then?” He says, his voice just above a whisper. “Be with me now. Forget your parents. Forget about everything else. You only need me, y/n.”

Your breathing is frantic, and your heart is racing at his words as you gaze into his downturned eyes. “You want this, y/n,” Ran adds as he takes your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “I know you do. So say yes. Say yes and forget about everything other than me.”

“Would Rindou have a problem with me living there too?” You ask, wondering if it would really be okay for you to just move in out of nowhere, especially after not talking to either of them in months. 

“Do you really think that Rindou will be bothered by you living with him?” Ran smirks. “Besides, the more the merrier, right? You'll have two amazing, funny, handsome, and charming men to be with. Wouldn't that be ideal?”

You squint your eyes skeptically at him. “Why do you keep joking about sharing me with your brother?” 

“Because I actually like the idea.” Ran says, still smirking widely. “Two bad boys, both in love with you. That doesn't sound bad, does it? And who knows, if you're lucky, maybe the two of us would fight over you.”

You shake your head with closed eyes, “you’re something else, y’know that?”

Ran continues to grin, “so, is it a yes? Or are you so set on the idea that you want to live up to your parents' ideals?”

You nod disagreeably, “no. I don’t want to follow their stupid plan anymore. I wanna come with you. I wanna be with you.”

“That's my girl.” Ran says, his smirk still accompanying his face.

“Take me to my house to pack? And be ready to face my father.” It’s only your dad home right now, so you’ll only have to deal with one parent trying to stop you, thankfully.

“Oh, he’s gonna hate this.” Ran chuckles as he takes your hand in his. “Especially since it’s me. Are you ready?”

You smile, “more than ready.” Ran leads you to his motorcycle which is still parked in the parking lot of the coffee shop. Ran steps over the motorcycle and sits down, he reaches down to lift the kickstand before he puts the keys in the ignition and turns it on. You climb on the back of the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the muscles in his back tense as he revs the engine. The sound of the motorcycle fills your ears as you speed off, the wind whipping through your hair. 

When you finally arrive, Ran pulls over and turns off the ignition. He leans over to put down the kickstand with his heel before stepping off the bike. He turns to you and holds out his hand, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You take his hand, and you both walk up to your door and go inside. Your dad's expression turns to disgust immediately when he notices who you’re with. 

You and Ran walk past your dad with his hand still in yours, heading to your room to start packing. Your dad follows, ready to give you shit for being with Ran, and then he sees you start packing a bag. “Where do you think you're going, young lady?” He asks sternly.

“I’m going to live with Ran, I’m done following your rules and the stupid life plan.” You say, your tone resolute. 

Your fathers face contorts with anger, “you’re going with him? He will never give you anything except for a bad future. You should be with a guy who's more respectable and someone who your mother and I would approve of.” 

Ran narrows his eyes at your father, “your daughter isn't a kid, you can't control her forever. Plus, I will take care of her.”

Your dad chuckles at Ran's audacity and smirks. “You can't talk to me like that, boy.”

Ran laughs, unbothered by his statement. “Your daughter seems to like me, and your input is not important to me.” 

You continue packing, hastily grabbing clothes and stuffing them in your bag, and also making sure to grab all the important things you'll need to take with you. 

Ran looks at you with a smirk. “Ready to move in with me?” He asks, adding fuel to the fire. Trying to piss your father off even more.

Your father snickers. “You're funny, boy, but not funny enough. No daughter of mine will end up with a punk like you.” He says. “She's going to listen to me.”

“And who says that your daughter will listen to you?” Ran glances at you, his smirk still there and his expression cocky. “She's with me now, old man. You have zero control over her.”

“Don't you dare talk to me like tha-” Your dad is cut off by your voice, which becomes stern as you shout, “you can't force me anymore, I'm an adult! I'm going to live with Ran and you can't do anything about it.”

Ran’s smirk grows wider. “See, old man?”

Your father's expression becomes even angrier. “So you're just going to listen to that thug over us? The people that care about you?”

“Ran cares about me. He loves me.” You snap back.

Ran chuckles at that. “Well said, y/n.”

Your dad glares at Ran, his fury on the verge of erupting. “Ran makes me happy. I want him, and you’re not gonna keep me from him any longer.” You add.

Your dad’s now about to blow a fuse. He takes a deep breath, calming himself down. “If you think that this boy is able to give you love, then you need a reality check. He'll only break your heart.”

Ran scoffs, “if you think that I will break y/n’s heart then you’re the one who needs a reality check, old man.” 

Your dad continues to glare at Ran, “do you really expect me to believe that a delinquent, a member of a gang, is going to make my daughter happy? Do you think I will let you, a punk, and a street rat have my daughter?” 

Your dad now starts walking over to you as you continue to pack. “He's only going to bring you sorrow, y/n. Don't you dare follow this path that will lead you into destruction and ruin. Stay with us, your family, your home.” Your dad says, before he puts his arm protectively around you. 

“Dad, I love him.” Your voice is firm, but your eyes start to water.

“Y/n, dear.” Your father's tone is softened as he speaks, as if to comfort you. But his demeanour stays strict and hard. “We can't let this boy get a hold of you. Don't you understand what he truly is? Someone who lives in violence, who is part of a gang. He is not a good person.”

“You don't get it, Dad, I don't care that Ran is a delinquent, I don't care if he's part of a gang. He gives me something no other man could ever give to me. I love him.” Your voice is still stern, you wanna get your point across. “You can't change my mind, Dad.”

Ran smiles at your words, then decides to butt in. “Oh, come on now. You think you’re gonna keep my girl stuck in your prison of a household? You think that’s the best for her? Because if so, you're way mistaken. I’m her soulmate, she wants to be with me. I will love her and care for her way more than you ever will. Let her be happy for once, old man.” 

Your dad stares at Ran, his expression turning cold once more as he takes a deep breath. “She will not be going with you.”

Your eyes narrow, “dad-”

“No.” Your dad interrupts. “We'll not be discussing this any longer.” He says, before his eyes turn from you, then back to Ran. “She's not going with you, you punk.”

Ran steps closer to your dad. “And who's going to stop her?” He leans closer, now glaring down at your dad. “I'm the guy she loves, and she's coming with me. There's nothing you can do.” He smirks as he stands upright. “Y/n, come on. Time for us to go, my love.”

You finish packing and you begin walking out, but your dad steps in front of you. “Stop right there, young lady. You are not going with this punk.”

Ran steps closer, “back off, old man. Before you get hurt.”

“Dad, let me go. I'm not staying here anymore, Ran is my boyfriend. I love him, there's nothing you can do about that. So, move.”

Your dad is looking annoyed at Ran's behaviour. You however, is now looking at Ran with a smile. 

Ran returns your gaze and smile with smug confidence. Your dad's glare is still stern as he faces Ran. “Look kid, you're only making things worse for yourself. I don't know what world you live in, but a guy like you won't make y/n happy.”

“Dad, I love him. Please, just let me be with him.” You say, before you try stepping around your father.

Your dad grabs you by the arm. “Absolutely not.” Ran doesn't like this, and he gets slightly more heated. He smirks and steps in between you and your dad. “Don't touch her, old man.” He says with a stern gaze. “I know what's best for her, and so does she.”

You try pulling your arm out of your dad's grasp. “Let go of me.”

“And who are you to tell me what's best for her?” Your dad asks Ran angrily. He still didn't let go of your arm. “I know what's best for her. I will not have her go on a path of destruction with you.”

You try harder to get out of your dad's grip. “I want to be with Ran. You and mom have never been supportive of me, let go of me right now!”

“Y/n, be realistic. You can't possibly think this punk will be able to give you a better life.”

“He will, because I enjoy being with him!” You yell.

Your dad scoffs. “This guy is an outlaw, a gang member, a member of one of the largest gangs in Yokohama. He’ll probably get you killed one day!” 

Ran narrows his eyes, that statement really pissed him off. He pushes your dad out of the way, which causes your dad to hit up against the wall. Ran grabs your wrist hard and pulls you, “y/n, let's go.” Ran drags you out of the house and back to his motorcycle. He forcefully sits you down on the bike. You follow suit, bringing your other leg over the seat. Ran gets on and quickly starts up the bike.

Your dad comes running out, but before he could get close, Ran just takes off. Your dad stares at the two of you driving off. “Y/n! You stupid girl!” He yells. 

Ran glances back at your dad as he continues driving. “Looks like you pissed him off, love.”

You laugh and shrug, “all well.” As you both ride through the busy streets of Yokohama, your expression turns to a soft smile.

“Do you feel better now? No longer being imprisoned by your parents’ rules and life plan.” Ran asks as he reaches behind him, placing a hand on your thigh to caress it as he glances at you in the mirror for a moment. You nod, “much better.”

“Glad to hear it.” Ran continues driving until you arrive at his place. “Home sweet home.” He says with a smirk. Ran picks you up and carries you inside bridal style. 

Rindou's eyes widen and his body shoots up from he couch he was laying on when he sees you. He jumps off the couch and rushes over to the both of you, somewhat blushing over Ran carrying you in his arms. “Y/n?!”

You look toward Rindou, “what’s up bud? You look excited to see me.” You say with a slight smirk. 

Ran chuckles. “He's probably wondering what it feels like to touch your smooth skin.” He says to you. 

Rindou blushes even more. "I was surprised to see you back with my brother.”

You smile, “well I am.”

Ran brings you to the couch and sits down, still holding you bridal style on his lap. Rindou follows you both over to the couch and sits down beside. 

“He's still after you, y’know.” Ran chuckles.

You look at Rindou. “Still pining after me, huh?” You tease.

“Maybe I am.” Rindou says seriously, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Ran kisses you on the cheek, before he reaches out and grabs the bottle of whiskey that’s on the end table. He untwists the cap and takes a swig of the alcohol, then he offers the bottle to you, “lets celebrate your first day of freedom, yeah?”

You smirk and take the bottle, bringing the top to your lips. As you take a swig, you can feel the liquid slide down your throat, the warmth spreading through your chest. The whiskey's flavour lingers on your tongue, and you can feel the burn of the alcohol as it goes down. You pass the bottle back to Ran, who offers it up to Rindou. Rindou takes the bottle from Ran and takes a long swig, before passing it back to Ran, who takes another drink. 

“So, Rindou. Ran decided to let me live with you guys.” You insert, and Ran passes you the bottle again.

Rindou looks surprised, as if he wasn't expecting to hear that. “What?! You're living with us? You're not staying with your family?”

You take another swig, letting out a slight cough before you speak. “No, I don't think I want to live with the people who never let me do the things that I want. I'm tired of following their rules, I just want to live with the two of you and not have to worry about all the expectations my parents have.” 

Rindou raises an eyebrow with a slight smirk, “what will your parents think of this?”

“I already told them, they aren't happy. They're probably going to try to make me come back tomorrow.” You say, passing the bottle to Rindou. 

“Don't worry about that, if they do that, I'll just let them have a piece of me.” Ran inserts.

Rindou takes the bottle from you and takes another swig before replying. “You’re sure about this?” He says, before passing the bottle back to Ran who takes another sip. 

“I am.” You say, your tone resolute. 

“Is that so?” Rindou smirks. “Well, glad to have you here.” Rindou says in flirtatious tone.

You nod with a smile, and Ran passes you the bottle once again. “Oh wow, sounds like you're trying to make a move on my girl, Rindou.” Ran grins. You take another swig of the alcohol before passing it back to Rindou.

“Maybe I am.” Rindou says, taking the bottle from you while meeting your gaze.

“Maybe you are? Wait, are you? If you are, you've got some balls to do such a thing.” You laugh.

Ran chuckles, and Rindou takes another sip before responding. “You're right, I do have some guts to flirt with the girl who is my brother's girlfriend.” He says, then speaks to Ran as he passes the bottle back to him. “Though, that doesn't mean I'd ever give up. Ran.” He smirks. 

“You're still crushing on her, huh?” Ran asks, his lips curled upward into a slight smile as he takes another sip of whiskey, then passes the bottle to you once again.

“I'm still crushing on her.” He answers. 

You take a swig and then shake your head, “Rindou, you're such an idiot for liking your brother's girlfriend.” You say, then you pass Rindou the bottle.

Ran chuckles, “she’s right, why would you have a crush on someone who is taken? Why not another girl instead?” He says.

“Because you took her. You took my chance at her. You took one of the sweetest girls in this entire world. And now she's yours and not mine, I can never kiss her, I can never hug her, I can never do anything that I want with her.” Rindou says, before taking a really long swig of whiskey this time. 

You look at Rindou with a slight smile, now starting to feel the affects of the alcohol, bringing about your playful side further. “Oh, so you’ve been longing to kiss me, huh Rindou?”

Rindou blushes as he passes the bottle back to Ran, his eyes still fixed on you. “Yeah, for a while now, I've been longing to kiss you. For years I’ve been thinking of kissing you and doing all the couple activities with you, but oh well.”

Ran takes the bottle with a grin before laughing. “Damn, you really did want a taste of my girl, huh, Rindou?” He takes another drink and then passes the bottle back to you. You take another sip with a smile, amused by this conversation.

Rindou smirks. “Heh, I may have dreamt of it, once or twice.”

You’re now giggling. “You dreamt of it?” You ask in a soft but teasing tone. “Tell me more about your dreams.” You say as you pass the bottle to him with a coy smile. Ran’s giggling as well, he seems entertained by this conversation too. 

“What? You wanna know about my dreams of you and me?” He chuckles as he takes the bottle from you.

“Yes, I do. Tell me more.” You say, your lips still curled upward into a smile.

“This is turning spicy all of a sudden.” Ran says quietly, his voice tinged with amusement.

Rindou takes in a long sip before speaking. “Well, I don't want to startle you with them. They're kinda… dirty.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Startle me? Now you're making me even more curious. Please, do tell. Tell me everything.” You grin.

Rindou passes the bottle back to Ran, his eyes still on you. “Are you sure?”

You nod, “I am very much so sure.”

Ran takes another swig from the bottle. “Do it! Let's see where this goes.” He grins, then passes the bottle back to you. 

Rindou smirks, “okay fine. In my dream…” He pauses for a moment, “you were, in my bed. Naked of course.” 

You raise an eyebrow and take a sip before you speak. “And what were we doing?” You ask, now passing the bottle back to Rindou, a grin still plastered on your face.

Ran smirks as this whole conversation is entertaining him. Rindou takes in a long sip of the whiskey, then passes it back to Ran before he speaks. “Well, I fucked you good, obviously.” He says smugly. 

You feel heat rush to your groin, and a tingle shoot down your spine at his words. You take a deep breath, then exhale, “what else happened?”

Ran laughs out loud with his head tilted back, he’s so invested. He takes another swig of the whiskey, then hands the bottle to you once again.

“I made you cum so many times you lost count of how many.” Rindou answers. 

Your body flushes with heat and you could feel yourself getting wet, and the effects the alcohol were having on you definitely weren’t helping. After you finish another sip, you pass the bottle back to Rindou before placing your legs over his as you continue to lay over Ran’s lap, your head resting against the armrest. “Are you sure that’s all? Nothing you’re leaving out?” You chuckle.

“Oooh, someone's getting a touch of the feelings now aren't we? I like the tension between you two.” Ran smirks.

Rindou takes the bottle and grins. “Fine, I may have left out a few details.”

You raise an eyebrow, “oh yeah? Like what?”

“Well, let’s just say I ate the fuck outta you.” Rindou answers before taking another swig, his eyes still fixed on you. 

You couldn’t help but feel yourself get wetter at his words, and you shift your body slightly. 

“Ooooh, Rindou, you're a pervert aren't you?” Ran teases. 

Rindou rolls his eyes at Ran and passes the bottle back to him, not even responding to that statement. You sit up as you’re on Ran’s lap and reach over to Rindou’s thigh, as if testing the waters. The alcohol clearly got you. You glance at Ran for a moment, taking into account that he isn’t objecting. You now move from Ran’s lap to Rindou’s, only straddling him. 

Rindou's eyes widen. “Holy shit?!” He thought.

Ran smirks as he sees you straddling Rindou. He now feels a little giddy and excited to see where this goes. You smile widely as you lean your face in closer to Rindou’s, and you lightly sway your lower body against him. 

Ran is grinning widely. “Ooooh, this is getting good.” He says to himself, before taking in another sip of the whiskey. 

Rindou gulps hard as he feels you brush your lower body against him and place your arms on his shoulders. Rindou’s chest starts to rise and fall rapidly, his breathing heavy as his heart begins to race. 

You look at Ran as he sips on the whiskey, before looking back at Rindou. You bring your face closer to Rindou's and lean in close to his lips. Then you place your lips on his softly. The moment Rindou had always wanted has come, he’s finally getting to feel what it’s like to touch his brothers girl who he’s been in love with for so long. Rindou felt his heart in his throat as he felt your lips press against his own. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you against him in an attempt to feel you on a more intimate level. He's never felt this excited with someone before. Never felt this warm with anyone before. He didn't want your lips to part, it felt so right.

You moan into the kiss and run your hands over his upper body, feeling up his chest and arm muscles. Rindou couldn't contain himself anymore. He wanted to feel more of you. He couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss. You moan softly against his lips as you feel Rindou's grip tighten on you. 

Ran chuckles amusedly as he continues to sip on the whiskey and watch. You continue to moan and squirm, you’re really feeling the kiss as you press yourself against Rindou. Rindou slowly picks you up for a moment, his lips still on yours as he lays you on the couch on your back, your head on the armrest. He then lays over you, pressing his lower body against you as you both continue making out. Rindou’s hand slowly caresses your cheek and your hair, as he looks down at you, his breaths hot and heavy. Rindou now speaks with a husky voice, “you’re really beautiful, y/n. I want you so, so badly.” He says before kissing you again.

You moan into the kiss before responding, “then take me.” You say before kissing him again.

Ran gasps as he hears you say the magic words. “Oh, my my.” He mutters while smiling widely, the bottle of whiskey in his hand, bottom of it rested on his thigh as he watches. Rindou continues to kiss you, before answering back, his voice just above a whisper. “Is that something you really want, sweetheart?” He asks before kissing you again. You pause for a second and look at Ran to ask for permission, “is that fine by you Ran?”

Ran smirks from the corner of the couch the three of you are on. “Do you think I'm going to object to my brother being intimate with my girl?” He asks rhetorically with a smug grin as he takes another sip of whiskey.

“Well, if you’re okay with it.” You say, before meeting Rindou’s gaze once again. “There you go, Ran’s fine with it. So, why not have some fun?” You grin.

Rindou smirks at you, he’s finally, finally getting his chance with you after it’s all he’s been wanting for so long. “I've been holding myself back for so long, but not...” He trials off with a deep breath, “not anymore.” He speaks with a husky tone. Rindou now reaches his hands under your shirt as he presses his lips hard against yours. You slowly move your hands over his back and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his lower body even firmer against yours. Your breaths are becoming more audible and loud with Rindou’s, as your heart is beating hard and fast now. The pleasure and the passion is intense. Rindou now pulls your shirt off, revealing your upper body and bra. Rindou licks his lips at the sight, before he slides his hands underneath your back. You slightly lift your body, letting him undo your bra. He pulls it off and chucks it aside. You now feel his hands hungrily explore your body, before you reach out and pull his shirt off of him. He's very fit and muscular like Ran, and the tattoo that matches with Ran’s stretches over the right side of his body. Both you and Rindou can feel the intensity building between the two of you. You continue to kiss Rindou while feeling his body up, you can't help but feel excited for what's to come. “Mm, Rin.” You moan in a soft and quiet voice. Rindou chuckles at the nickname you would always use, now being moaned. Ran just smirks and watches with a smug face like a voyeur as you moan Rindou's name. 

“I want you, Rindou.” You say in a hushed and needy voice while your hands continue to feel him up, your fingers brushing along his abs. Rindou groans and bites his lower lip, hearing the words he’s been longing to hear his brothers girl say for so long. “Fuck.” He mutters, his breaths still hot and heavy as he reaches down to the waistband of his pants, quickly pulling them down and then shifting his body weight slightly to take them off. He throws them aside and then quickly does the same with his boxers, now revealing his hard, hurting length. Rindou grabs onto your pants and aggressively pulls them off, followed by your panties. Both of you are now fully exposed, your naked body's touching. Your hand goes to Rindou's throbbing shaft, and he lets out a deep moan. Rindou’s hands are now all over you, feeling up every inch of your soft skin. You continue to rub him and moan softly as Rindou’s hands caress you all over. Ran continues to watch from the corner of the couch, and now feeling a little excited over the events before him. 

Rindou is enjoying the feeling of your hands on him, he can feel his lower part getting harder with every touch. He places his hand on your leg and slowly starts to inch it up to your pussy. When his fingers meet your clit, you gasp and moan. “Mmm, Rin.” Your voice is filled with pleasure and your body starts to quiver slightly from the feeling. “Fuck y/n.” Rindou groans, and his fingers now slowly slide into your entrance, making him groan again as his arousal grows. You moan loudly in response to the feeling of Rindou’s fingers, and Ran continues to watch with a smirk, getting all hot and bothered by this whole thing. Your whole body is quivering from pleasure now, and Rindou’s really enjoying this. “God, you're so damn beautiful.” He mutters with a husky voice. You cant help but sustain loud moans and squirm as your body continues to tremble from Rindou’s fingers working your entrance. “She seems to be enjoying it, Ran.” Rindou says with a sly voice and a chuckle.

Ran smirks. “Oh, for sure she is. Keep doing a good job Rindou.” Ran says in his authoritative big-brotherly tone. 

Your moans begin to get louder as you now feel Rindou seek out your g-spot and start giving taps to it directly. Your eyes widen, “Rin!” You moan. Rindou lets out a low growl, he can’t hold back any longer. He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you and grabs his hurting and swollen length, quickly positioning the tip to your entrance and sliding himself inside until he bottoms out. Ran lets out a low groan as he watches Rindou take you fully, and his eyes widen. “My god.” He says with a husky voice. Your moans turn more extreme as you feel Rindou start thrusting. You can’t help but lose yourself in the pleasure. “Mmm, Rin…” You moan again. Rindou continues to take you to a whole new high, your body is shaking with pleasure. You feel your mind being drowned in a sea of euphoria. You start to grab onto Rindou's back, digging your nails in his skin while moaning his name loud enough to where even the neighbours could probably hear. Rindou moans and bites his lower lip. “Y/n…” He says in a breathy voice. The whole sight before Ran's eyes is turning him more and more on by the second. He places the whiskey bottle down on the end table and starts gripping the armrest with his hand. Rindou begins to speed up his thrusts, making sure to hit as deep as possible with each one. “Nngh, Rin!” You yell.

Ran is now feeling very hot, his heart beating fast and his breath getting heavier with every passing second at the sight before him. The passion is driving you and Rindou wild with desire and lust, and Rindou smiles as he watches your beautiful face radiating pure pleasure. You continue to let out loud moans, and Rindou speeds up his pace even more. Ran gulps hard at the sight in front of him. “My god...” He mumbles to himself as he feels his arousal growing. 

Your whole body is twitching now as you continue to feel Rindou inside of you. Your eyes start rolling back, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. “Yes... yes!” You moan, feeling waves of pleasure rushing through your body rapidly as tingles shoot down your spine and to your core. “Oh my god...!” Ran says, gripping the armrest tightly as he can't take his eyes away from the scene before him. “Oh, oh Rin!” You shout in pleasure. Rindou smiles once again as he moves his head down and kisses your neck while he continues his fast thrusts at a steady pace. “You're so perfect, y/n.” He says before kissing his way to your shoulder. Your body is twitching uncontrollably as the pleasure and passion continues to intensify. Your voice is nothing but a series of moans and Rindou’s name now. Ran's grip on the armrest tightens, “my god...” He says again and he’s so aroused that he now had to slip a hand down to his bulge, as he continues to grip the armrest with his other hand. Ran eyes are glued to what's going on in front of him. “Oh my god...” He says before he begins to grip at his bulge now.

Rindou eyes are filled with pure lust as he lets out another groan, “you're perfect.” He whispers to you. Your eyes continue to roll back, as your moans get louder. You lean your head back and let yourself go fully under the wave of pleasure. “Mmh! Rin!” You moan loudly. Ran starts to unzip his pants, his arousal becoming too much to bear. He whips out his length, grabbing his throbbing shaft before lightly starting to jerk it. Rindou brings his lips to yours and kisses you passionately. “You’re making me go crazy.” He says in a hushed tone, before resuming kissing you. Your moans are loud and echo throughout the living-room, you’re really losing yourself in the intense pleasure that Rindou's giving you right now. Rindou goes back to kissing your neck and shoulder, “I can't believe I’m finally getting to have you, baby.” He mutters, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. You’re starting to breathe even more heavily now, Rindou's touch is starting to become overwhelming for you. “Mmm. Rin.” You moan. Ran continues to watch and lightly stroke his dick. “Oh... my god...” He says quietly, his voice filled with arousal.

You could now feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Rindou's eyes look into yours. “I'm so fuckin’ in love with you.” He says, his breath hitched. Rindou was now getting close to his breaking point too, as his thrusts now became sloppy. Your moans become even louder now, your whole body twitching as you’re completely lost in the incredible pleasure that Rindou is giving you. Ran's breathing gets deeper, as he continues to watch and pleasure himself. You could now feel the edge approaching. “Mmm, Rin! I’m soon gonna-”

Rindou groans. “Fuck, I love you.” Rindou could feel the edge approaching for him as well. You grip the fabric of the couch and your legs shiver, the wave of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. “Rin!” You scream out, your body convulsing against Rindou’s as your walls pulsate around his length, bringing about his limit as well. “Oh, oh fuuck.” Rindou groans, looking at you with a hazy gaze. Rindou spills his last drop of cum inside of you, before he gently pulls out, making a hissing sound as he does so. Ran now stands up and walks over to you. “My turn.” He says with a sly smirk as his body is already mostly undressed, besides the shirt he has on which he sexily pulls off as he walks over. You take a moment to get ahold of your breath. You feel so light headed now after that climax, but at the same time you feel so good. The feeling was unreal. You look up at Ran as he’s now standing beside the couch, towering over you. “R-Ran.” You say in a cute tone, your breaths still coming in a bit short. Rindou moves over to lay down beside you on his side, before he starts giving kisses to your cheek and jawline. Ran gets in the position Rindou was in, laying over you and ready to take you now. Your body shivers when you feel Ran’s tip start circling over your entrance, meanwhile Rindou's now kissing down your neck, giving it occasional bites and sucks. Ran now slides himself inside of you fully in one quick motion, “mmm fuck yeah. Just like how I remembered. Tight as fuck.” Ran reminisces. 

“Mmh, Ran!” You yell. Ran smiles before he starts his thrusts off fast, his braids bouncing with the movement as he gradually speeds up his pace while watching your facial expression with those downturned purple eyes.

The sound of you and Ran’s moans fill the living-room, along with the sound of his body smacking into yours. Your eyes catch his hazed gaze, and heavy breaths escape his parted lips. You run your hands over Ran’s body, feeling his tensing muscles under your fingers. Ran lets out a low groan, before he brings his lips to yours and slides his tongue in your mouth. His tongue explodes your mouth, and your tongue meets his in a wet and sloppy french-kiss. Your body was experiencing complete ecstasy. Just like how you remembered. The passion Ran would give you was like a drug, and you’re now getting a hit of that drug you’ve been deprived of for months. Ran's breathing gets deeper as he speeds up his pace and goes harder, and he now breaks away from the kiss to watch your facial expression. Your passion for him only intensifies with each motion, as the pace increased, your breaths grew heavier. The love you feel for each other is undeniable and you both feel it in every part of your being. Rindou bites and kisses at your shoulder, listening to your sweet moans and growing addicted to the taste and scent of your skin. You could now feel your body thrum with anticipation as your limit begins to approach. You can feel each other's excitement building and your nerves starting to flutter. Every movement and touch is charged with emotion, and your heart is racing faster and faster as you edge closer to your limit. “Mmmh, Ran!” You yell. 

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Ran groans as his body shudders, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge as well. As if on cue, the build up of tension reaches its peak for the both of you. A couple more thrusts and you both cum together, your body’s convulsing against one another. Your walls pulsate around Ran’s length as you cum, giving him a good squeeze. Ran chuckles, “fuckin’ missed how you’d milk my dick.” 

Ran’s words send a tingle down your spine and to your core, which only adds to your orgasm. Ran spills his last drop inside of you before he pulls out, then he picks you up and brings you to his bedroom. “C’mon Rindou.” Ran says in his nasally sounding voice. Rindou follows suit. Ran places you down on the bed and then climbs up to lay next to you on his side, pulling your body to face him. Rindou comes and cuddles you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist. Ran wastes no time before he slips a hand down and grabs his length to put it inside of you again. You moan and bite your lower lip, taking in the feeling of being filled back up by him. Rindou starts grinding his dick against your ass, and he lets out a deep breath as he wants to be inside of you again too. Rindou grabs his shaft and looks down, before rubbing his tip up and down the lining of your asscrack, teasing himself, before an idea comes to his mind. He brings his tip to your asshole and rubs it over the tiny entrance, “fuck.” He groans, his voice barely above a whisper. He brings his face in closer to your ear, “can I enter here?” He asks in a breathy voice as he taps his tip against your asshole. Meanwhile Ran’s thrusting into your pussy again, and your eyes widen when you hear Rindou’s request and feel him tapping his tip against the back entrance. You’re a bit nervous to try anal for the first time, losing your back-door virginity can be quite painful, but you’re intrigued by the idea. You nod, “yeah…” You answer in a soft voice. Rindou lets out a deep breath at your answer, “fuck baby...” He says in a husky voice before he forces the tip inside, which makes him choke out, “ah, sweet jesus. That’s insane. I might not even be able to fit, it’s fuckin’ small.” 

Your eyes shot open when you felt his tip inside your asshole, even that amount was bringing about pain, as you could feel the muscles start to stretch. But, the pain, is a good kind of pain, and the intensity and heat of the moment makes the experience so fucking passionate. “K-Keep going.” You say to Rindou. Ran chuckles with a sly smirk at you telling Rindou to go further in your ass. Rindou lets out a low groan, “okay, I’ll try baby.” He says, his breaths heavy as he starts to force himself further inside. Rindou grits his teeth and clenches his jaw as his eyes roll to the back of his head, “fuck, god fuckin’ damn it that’s tight.” He moans, before finally he bottoms out in your ass. You took the pain well, you actually really liked it, and the feeling of being filled by both of them only fuels the heat building deep within your core, which makes your pussy and asshole walls clench for a moment. Rindou was about to take a moment to gather himself before his eyes shoot open and he chokes out in a “gah” sounding moan. “Whoa, hey there. You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” Rindou smirks, his breath hitched. “Do it again.”

It wasn’t even voluntary since it was happening because your orgasm was forming, so it happens again. Rindou’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his jaw clenches as he lets out a hiss, “sssss, fuuck.” 

Rindou now begins moving, starting off slow until you get used to the feeling, then he starts matching his pace with Ran’s. Both of their hands roam your body as they continue to move in and out of you. As their hands roam over your body, the intensity of the experience only grows, leaving you breathless and shaking with excitement. Your moans and yells of their names fill the room, along with their groans and the slaps of their bodies against you. You could now feel yourself getting close to the edge. Ran is going faster and faster now, getting closer to his breaking point, and Rindou speeds up his pace to keep in sync with Ran. Rindou was experiencing complete bliss. He never thought he’d ever get the chance to have you in this way. But now, not only has he expressed his love to you intimately, now he got to try anal with you; his brothers girlfriend who he’s been in love with and wanted for so long. 

You continue to moan as you grip the sheets, and your voice becomes louder and louder with each passing moment. Ran and Rindou's eyes meet for a moment and Rindou gives him a coy smile as he's having his way with you from the other door. Ran smirks and continues to thrust harder. Rindou was now chasing down an orgasm, and the three of you were now getting closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. The next thrust of the Haitani brothers sends you over the edge. Your entire body trembles with an intense feeling of euphoria and release. Your breathing comes in short gasps now, and your voice is lost in a series of moans. Your pussy and asshole walls pulsate, squeezing the fuck out of them, Rindou more. Your clenching walls brings about both of their orgasms. Ran’s eyes roll to the back of his head, “mmm, fuck yeah baby, milk my dick.” Ran says in a husky voice. Rindou’s eyes go wide and his whole body tenses up, “gaaaah, fuuck! It feels like my dick’s gonna break, but it’s so fuckin’ good, holy shit!” 

They both spill the last drop, and then finally they both pull out. You turn on your back, and they both each cuddle into you on their sides. Rindou looks at you and smiles before he starts caressing your cheek. “You’re so cute.”

“Well, that just happened.” Ran says with a chuckle and a sly grin.

You turn your head slightly towards Ran and chuckle too. “Yeah, that just happened.” You say with a smile before looking at Rindou.

Rindou smirks, still caressing your cheek before he leans his face in closer to give you a quick romantic kiss on the lips. “I love you, y/n.”

Ran raises an eyebrow at the romantics, “now now, Rindou. She’s still my girlfriend.” 

Rindou turns his head to look at Ran. “Oh you, I'm just showing her how much I love her.” He chuckles. 

Ran continues to keep a raised eyebrow, then he smirks at Rindou. “Hm, is that so? Well, if you ask nicely, maybe I’ll continue to share her with you. I wouldn’t mind if she belonged to both of us, there’s no one better than you who can protect her, besides me.” Ran says in a playful voice. 

Rindou chuckles, “oh really now? Well, in that case, I think I will ask nicely.” He says in a teasing tone. “Big bro, will you be ever so kind as to continue sharing y/n with me?” He says in a dramatic tone, returning the playful antics. 

“Yes, Rindou. You have my permission to take her for yourself as well.” Ran smirks.

You squints your eyes at Ran, listening to the audacity of his words. “You know Ran, you never even asked my input on you offering to Rindou that I belong to the both of you.” You insert, though you’re not even the slightest bit opposed to the idea. 

Ran smirks. “Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if Rindou and I both shared you, after that just now.” He teases you.

“Fine, maybe I do want that. I do want the both of you.” You admit.

Rindou smiles, “heh, that’s my girl.” He takes your chin in between his thumb and index finger, slightly pulling your face towards his to kiss you once again, his lips pressing against yours. His tongue brushes up against yours but it wasn't anything too deep, just enough to tease. You kiss back with equal enthusiasm and passion, your own tongue seeking out his before your tongues engage in battle with one another's. You open your mouth a bit more and Rindou slides his tongue deeper inside your mouth. 

Ran has an amused expression. “I think you’re getting a little attached Rindou, and so soon. You look like you can’t get enough of her.” Ran teases, knowing damn well he’s the same way to you. 

Rindou smirks, “maybe I am getting more attached than I intended, but who can resist her?” He says before resuming kissing you. You hum as you and Rindou continue your french kiss, and you run your hands through his blond and blue hair. You’re completely immersed in the moment and you can't get enough. Your lips are practically glued to Rindou's lips and you’re holding onto a fist-full of Rindou's hair. Rindou smiles. “That's my girl.” His voice is husky, he's completely obsessed with you and your body. His hands return to your soft skin, caressing it. 

“Don’t you mean our girl?” Ran corrects playfully.

Rindou just smirks and pulls you to face him. You’re now on your side once again as he continues kissing you, and he gives your ass a little grab. Rindou's breathing becomes heavier, he feels as if he can't let go of you. His hands start to caress you a little more. You let out a low but soft moan, as your tongues continue to dance together. Your breaths are hot and heavy against Rindou's. Ran moves on his side to wrap his arms around you from behind, giving kisses and bites to your shoulder now. You could feel Ran's kisses and bites on your skin, adding to the heat. Rindou takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with his and giving your hand a squeeze as his mouth is still locked with yours, exchanging saliva, giving you one hell of a make-out session. 

Rindou smirks and lets go of your hand, bringing his down to your thigh and sliding it up the skin, inching its way to your pussy. With his hand touching your skin and inching towards your intimate area, you feel like you need to hold your breath. You can feel the need for him building within you, the intensity of the moment growing as your muscles tighten in anticipation. As Rindou's hand reaches your intimate area, you feel the anticipation heighten and the tension within you rise to a boiling point. Your body arches in an attempt to get closer to Rindou's hand, your breath coming in quick shallow gasps. 

Rindou takes his index and middle finger together and flattens them before rubbing circles over your clit, causing you to squeal against his lips. Rindou’s dick throbs in response to your squeal, and he lets out a low groan. “Fuck babe.” He says in a husky voice. Rindou now takes his two fingers and brings them to your entrance, sliding them in while using his thumb to start drawing circles over your clit. Rindou immediately seeks out your g-spot and curls his fingers upward, brushing his fingertips against your g-spot in a fast motion, using his thumb to match the pace on your clit. “Oh, oh Rin!” You moan.

“Oh god baby...” Rindou mutters. Meanwhile Ran is now licking and sucking the skin of your neck and shoulders, leaving you hickeys. You could feel your whole body trembling from the heat of your make out session with Rindou as he works your entrance and clit with his fingers. Your hand grips tightly onto Rindou’s hair to the point where it nearly hurts him, bringing about his arousal to an even higher point. 

Rindou abruptly stops kissing you and pulls his fingers out of you, then grabs his shaft to position the tip to your entrance, before he slides in slowly, his eyes hazy as he gazes at your facial expression, watching you take him. “Mmm fuck, I fuckin’ love how you feel.” Rindou says in a husky voice. Rindou takes a hand under your leg and lifts it up as he starts moving faster inside of you. You can't help but moan in pleasure as you feel the heat inside of you rising up. “Mm! Rin!” You moan loudly. Rindou smiles as he hears your moans, and he speeds up his thrusts a bit more as he continues to hold your leg up. Ran’s now swaying his hips forward, rubbing his shaft against your ass, before he grabs his dick and looks down. He wants to have his try at anal now. Ran brings his tip to your asshole, testing the size. He lets out a little hiss at the anticipation, before he forces the tip in. You gasp from the sensation, and your eyes shoot open wide. Ran lets out another hiss at the squeeze of his tip, “holy shit.” He says in a breathy voice, before he slides further inside, his eyes rolling back at the tightness, “god damn.”

Ran finally bottoms out and starts moving, letting out throaty moans at the feeling of his dick being squeezed. He’s taken aback by the experience. “Didn’t expect it to squeeze so much.” Ran says to Rindou with a chuckle.

Rindou grins, “it is a pretty tight squeeze huh? Feels like yer dick’s gonna snap in half if you make even one wrong move.” He replies as he continues his thrusts into your pussy. 

Ran nods, “it’s some next-level shit.” He lets out a deep breath.

The three of you are united as one, and the feeling of both of them thrusting into you is euphoric. The passion and heat between you is palpable, and you feel their bodies and breathing as if it were your own. There is a level of intimacy and passion that words cannot describe. “Mm…” Ran lets out a low and soft moan of pleasure as he grips you tighter by the waist from behind. “I’m fuckin’ loving this..”

You grip Rindou's hair once again, feeling the heat building up all throughout your body. Ran is letting out repetitive throaty moans as the feeling of your anal walls is just too much for him right now. Rindou continues to gaze hazily at your facial expression, his moans escaping his lips frequently as well, enjoying the feeling of it all as his hand grips your leg tighter. The feeling of his dick pressing deep inside your pussy is now bringing him closer to the edge. Your moans become louder with the sensation of pleasure coursing through you. Each thrust of the Haitani’s is bringing you closer and closer to your peak. Ran bites down on your shoulder, his body trembling and his breathing becoming more and more desperate as he feels your anal walls starting to tighten and tighten, bringing about his limit as well. His body shudders and his eyes roll back, “oh fuck, oh fuck.” 

Rindou's lets out a low hiccupy groan, he can feel your pussy walls starting to tighten more and more and he's losing it too. “Fuck yeah baby, you feel so fuckin’ good.” 

A few more thrusts, and Ran and Rindou bring you to the peak of pleasure and your body explodes in a rush of sensation. Your heart pounds violently in your chest and your breathing becomes shallow, your voice nothing more than a series of moaning gasps. Your pussy and asshole walls pulsate around Ran and Rindou, bringing about both of their orgasms. Rindou lets out a prolonged groan as he cums, his body twitching. “Fuck, mmm, fuck!”

The squeezing of your anal walls as Ran came sent his mind into a frenzy, his eyes rolling back as he grits his teeth. “Gaaah, mmm, sweet fuck!” He yells. 

After a moment, the Haitani brothers pull out of you and they collapse on each a side of you, your entire bodies still buzzing with sensations. Ran and Rindou’s heads fall back, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they try and catch their breaths. You can hear the pounding of your heart in your ears from the aftermath of your orgasm. Not long after, the three of you come back down to earth, taking in the afterglow as your bodies still feel warm and tingly. They both turn on their sides and cuddle into you. “You’re unbelievable.” Rindou says, still breathing heavy. Ran takes a deep breath, “fuck y/n, I never thought I’d ever experience what it’s like to go in the back door.” He says with a breathy chuckle. 

Rindou butts in, “I know right?” He says in a instigating and teasing tone. 

Ran squints his eyes, “fuck you, you’re lucky I even let you. Don’t get too cocky just cuz’ you took her back-door virginity.” He smirks. 

“I’m already cocky, y’know that already.” Rindou says with a coy smile. 

“Shut up, Rindou.” Ran scoffs, but still smiling slightly. “You know I’m right.”

You smile at their antics, you’ve always loved watching the obvious brotherly bond they have through their playful jabs. Rindou shrugs, “whatever, I’m still takin’ the dub’.” He says with a smirk. 

Ran chuckles, “yeah, the dub I let you have.”

Rindou gives his brother a mock pout, “fine. Just let me bask in the glory for a few minutes, will you?” 

Ran rolls his eyes. “Sure. Just don't let it get to your head.” 

You can’t help but laugh, causing both of the Haitani’s to turn their attention back on you. “Awe, we made her laugh.” Rindou smiles.

“Stop, you're not funny.” Ran says to him.

“I beg to differ.” Rindou retorts.

“Whatever you say, Rindou.” Ran says as he stretches his arms above his head, then resumes cuddling into your side. They both have their heads rested against each of your shoulder’s as they lay comfortably against you. You let out a content sigh before you kiss the back of their heads. Ran and Rindou both let out a little content moan, nuzzling into you further. 

“I’m really glad I moved in.” You smile. “I’m really glad as well, baby girl.” Ran replies, looking at you from your shoulder, his braids resting on your bare chest. Rindou leans in and kisses your cheek before speaking in a soft voice, “me too.”

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Brother’s best friend- Hector Fort

WC: 2.5k

One rule 'no dating my teammates'. 

One rule 'my sister is off limits'.

We each had one rule to follow but of course you always want what you can't have. I didn't mean to break the rule it really wasn't my intention but when Marc took me to one of his training sessions I was drawn to Hector straight away. Not only was he by far the most attractive guy there he was also really sweet to me and maybe a little flirty which only made me want him more. For a while I held back as my brothers words circled round my brain every time I thought about getting to know Hector better but eventually the attraction was too much to ignore it was like we were drawn to each other. 

It started out innocently we would just talk to each other while he had a break in training and I'd hang out with him when Marc invited him over. That innocence didn't last long though as when we finally exchanged numbers, without Marc's knowledge of course, all we did was flirt with each other which led to us arranging a secret date. I was nervous for the date as I want sure if we would have a real connection or if it's just easy for us to flirt with each other but we actually got on really well and there was definitely a connection there. We went on a few more dates before he asked me to be his girlfriend which was a good 6 months ago now. Over those 6 months we have only told a total of 3 people one of them was my best friend as I use going to see her as an excuse to see Hector and the other two are some of Hector and Marc's teammates as they caught us kissing after a game once. Everyone that knows is sworn to secrecy and so far they've kept that up because they know if Marc finds out they knew they'll be in trouble too. 

As much as it's been hard to hide things from Marc it's definitely worth it. Seeing as it's the one rule he set if he finds out he's definitely going to be mad at both me and Hector. He's a great brother but he's definitely over protective but I guess that comes with being my older brother even if it is just by a few minutes. There are times that I worry he'll find out without me even saying anything because he'll sense that I'm lying. They say twins always have a special connection which is definitely true for me and Marc but he's yet to figure out that I'm hiding something from him which is almost unheard of as I've never kept a secret from him for more than a week before. 

Recently it's become harder to hide everything as Hector and I want to spend more time together but that means I have to have more excuses to go out or sleep somewhere else and I can only think of so many. To try and help keep things under wraps Hector has been coming over more as he can hang out with Marc and then secretly break away to spend time with me. That's exactly what's happening today Hector wanted to see me so he made out like he wanted to spend time with my brother so he's coming over and I'll join them so I can be with Hector. 

Time seemed to really drag on but eventually I heard the front door and two voices downstairs which meant they were finally home. As much as I wanted to run down straight I couldn't as that would be weird and Marc would definitely ask questions so I waited a bit before grabbing my water bottle and heading downstairs. Like always my brother ignored my existence but Hector looked over and smiled so I smiled back and even kissed the air as my brother was far too focused on turning on the Xbox. Once I filled my water bottle I sat myself on the sofa next to Hector as there was still space next to him and he helpfully sat closest to the kitchen. 

"Oh hey I didn't know you were home" Marc said finally acknowledging my presence 

"You never do but I had homework to finish so I decided to stay in today and get it done" I said 

"Well you can join us if you want that's if you want to be beaten again" he laughed 

"Maybe I'll beat you this time I've been practicing" I said 

"Since when?" He asked 

"Oh while you're at training I've been practicing" I replied 

That was a lie I've been playing with Hector at his place but luckily I can think quickly and Marc still seems none the wiser. We all played fifa for a while and of course I didn't beat Marc but I definitely did better than I used to so Hector's coaching has really helped me out. I took a break from playing to make dinner for everyone but the boys kept playing after dinner. Eventually it got dark and time went on so Marc suggested that Hector stay over as it was late and they both had training in the morning. Sometimes it's just too easy this is exactly what I was hoping would happen and yet again my brother pulls through in helping me break the one rule he set for me which he does more than he knows. 

I left and got myself ready for bed then all I had to do was wait. My phone kept me entertained until my bedroom door opened slowly to reveal my lovely boyfriend who was trying to be as quiet as possible so that my brother wasn't alerted that he was here. Once he made it past all the squeaky floor boards and to the other side of my bed he hopped in and opened his arms for me. Of course I immediately attached myself to Hector and he wrapped his arms around me as tightly as he could. He peppered kisses all over my face before his lips finally met mine in a passionate kiss which I've been waiting for all day. 

"I've missed you" Hector said kissing me again 

"I've missed you too" I replied 

"You know maybe we should tell Marc we've been together for a while now and I hate not being able to see you as much as I want and having to sneak around is getting harder" I said 

"I would love to not have to hide things but I value my life too much you know he would kill me if he found out that we're together especially for as long as we have been" he said 

"I know but one day we have to say something we can't live like this forever" I pointed out 

"I know but let's leave it a bit longer if he hasn't found out when we've been together for a year we can tell him then" Hector reasoned 

"Fine but until then you better give me lots of love" I laughed 

"Don't you worry I will give you everything I've got to give" he smiled 

Hector and I stayed up longer than we probably should've but we just wanted to make the most of the time together. We had to wake up early too so that Hector could leave my room before Marc wakes up but spending the time together was definitely worth the lack of sleep. 

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Marc didn't catch me and Hector when he stayed in my room the other night and last night I said I was staying with my best friend but really I spent the night at Hector's. We had a great time he set up candles and cooked dinner so we could have a romantic meal together which was really nice as we never get to do that because we can't go out together. I really enjoyed getting to spend a romantic evening with Hector as we don't get to spend much time together and we never really get to have proper dates unless Marc is away which isn't very often. Hector really stuck to his promise too as he made me feel so loved and definitely gave me everything he's got all night long. 

Sadly he had to leave for training quite early but he let me stay until I needed to leave for school and let me lock up with the spare key he gave me a little while back. As soon as I arrived at school people were giving me weird looks which I thought was odd but sometimes this happens when Marc does something good with the team as people know we are twins. It was only when I got the same look from my friends that I started to consider it was something to do with me that was garnering all this attention. To begin with they wouldn't tell me simply just giggling thinking that I was joking around but I wasn't I had no idea what was so funny.

"Seriously guys what's going on what have I done?" I asked 

"Have you seriously not noticed" one of my friends laughed 

"Noticed what?" I asked getting annoyed 

"The hickeys on your neck I mean they are everywhere and they don't exactly blend in" my best friend finally said 

"Shit I didn't notice I got ready really quickly this morning I didn't really pay any attention" I panicked 

"Is it really that bad?" I then asked 

"It's definitely bad you will want to try and cover them before you see your brother if you don't want him to kill you" another friend said 

"And Hector" my best friend added 

"Wait these are from Hector" one friend said 

"I thought you weren't allowed to date your brother's teammates" another added 

"First off yes Hector we've been dating for a while but we've been keeping it quiet clearly until now and second no I'm not supposed to date any of the boys in the team which is why Marc will kill us both if he finds out" I spiralled 

"Don't worry about it right now you should get home first just put some concealer on and keep it on until the bruises are gone" my best friend said trying to calm me down 

"You're right and remember no one say anything about Hector as you'll be on trial for being involved in our murders ok" I said 

They all promised me and we headed to our first class. In every class I sat with my hand covering my neck as I don't need anyone else wondering who seemingly assaulted my neck and I definitely don't want the teachers seeing. It was a long day with all the looks I was getting the boys teasing me asking who the lucky guy was as usually no one comes near me as they are all scared of Marc. Eventually though the end of the day came and I practically ran home to cover up the bruises which only seemed to get worse throughout the day. 

When I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror I could see what everyone was looking it was bad like really bad. As soon as I get the chance I'm definitely going to kill Hector for this as not only was it embarrassing to look like this at school I now I have to be really careful not to rub off the concealer I'll need on my neck for the next few days. Once I started applying makeup to my neck I realised that not even my best concealer was going to fix this. You could still see the deep purple marks under no matter how much I put on so in the end I just took it all off. I'd rather have Marc see the hickeys as they are than see my attempt to cover them as I know he'll be more suspicious if I'm trying to hide them. The only thing I did was put some cream on that will hopefully help the bruises go away a bit quicker. Seeing as there was nothing I could do I just had to wait to see what would happen when Marc came home. 

The front door opening and closing startled me as I wasn't expecting Marc to be home for another hour but in he came along with Hector. Marc barely walked a few steps in before he stopped and silence filled the room. He looked at me then my neck and I looked at him then at Hector who's jaw might as well have been on the floor he was that shocked looking at what he'd done. Then it happened Marc turned to Hector and saw his expression and suddenly the vibe in the room changed. I watched Marc as his hands balled up into fists and anger filled his eyes. I don't know how but he knew he finally figured it out. 

"Are you serious" Marc broke the silence 

"Have you seriously been fucking my sister behind my back" he pretty much screamed 

"What no why would you think that" Hector said clearly panicked 

"Well my sisters neck looks like a vampire attacked it and you had scratches all down your back this morning so unless this is a huge coincidence there is something going on here" Marc continued to scream 

"Ok fine I'll admit that I did that but it's not just sex I promise" Hector said 

"Yeah we've been together for over 6 months now we aren’t just fuck buddies we are actually together" I added 

"There was one rule for both of you and you broke it and then thought you could hide it from me how long did you plan to keep this a secret forever until you were married" Marc raged 

"I'll admit we should've told you sooner but we both knew we were breaking the rules and didn't want this to happen but I can say with full confidence that I love your sister I really do I would never dream of hurting her she's everything to me so I'm sorry we hid this but we just didn't want to anger you" Hector explained 

"Do you really love her?" Marc asked calming down slightly 

"I do she makes me so happy and I love her a lot" Hector said 

"Do you love him?" Marc asked me 

"Yeah he treats me well and he puts a smile on my face" I said 

"I guess if you two are happy together there's nothing I can do but no kissing in front of me or I will kill you both and if you ever hurt her bro I won't hesitate to beat your ass" Marc threatened 

"Understood" Hector said 

"Thank you for understanding we really are happy together I'm just sorry you had to find out this way" I said hugging Marc then going over to Hector 

Hector smiled at me and held my waist gently which actually put a small smile on Marc's face. I don't think it will be long before he comes to terms with our relationship and lets us be but for now I don't think I want to test that theory. 

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