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I would love to read an imagine of TF141 and what theyâd do together with the reader on vacation and you can choose any destination of your choice! Hot topical to glaciers!
Thank you!
I could have gone spicy with this. The fact that I didn't is a testament to my self-control. While there is a little heat, most of this is just straight up fluff. It's all cuteness. Good feelings only. Pure comfort. Enjoy!!
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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, fluff, flirting, kissing, mild suggestive themes, brief mention of alcohol
Word Count: 1k
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John Price
The stars above you are white against the dark sky. The crisp, cool Pacific Northwest air sends a slight chill across your skin. A shiver passes over you, and you snuggle closer to John, seeking his warmth. He sighs contentedly, arm tightening as you press into his side. The swimming dock rocks softly, lulling you toward sleep.
Itâs quiet out on the lake. No lights. No noise. Itâs nice to get away from everythingâto spend time with your husband that doesnât involve home.
âIâm happy we came, John,â you sigh.
âYou like the cabin?â
You nod. âItâs peaceful.â
John's lips lightly press against your temple. "I'm happy you joined me."
Whenever John leaves for a trip to the cabin, itâs almost always a hunting or fishing trip with his team. Even they need to cool off after a mission. But John didnât ask them to come. He brought you to his favorite place.
His fingers lightly curve under your chin, tilting your head upward. Closing the distance, John greets you with a kiss that melts you down to your toes.
He smiles softly. âUp for a little swim?â
You laugh. âItâs a bit chilly. And itâs dark!â
John grins and then pushes up to his feet, removing his clothes until heâs down to absolutely nothing. His pale butt is on full display in the moonlight.
"John!" you protest, but heâs already diving in.
You sit up, startled, watching the rippling dark water. A beat, and then he resurfaces. âJoin me.â
With heat rising in your cheeks, you follow his lead. You do not dive as gracefully.
As you resurface, treading water, John cozies up to your, reaching for you beneath the surface. Your legs wrap around his middle, the two of you silently floating under the stars. The water is cold but you hardly care. John is warm, and so are his kisses.
They are cute at first, little peaks that become deeper, making your core clench with anticipation. The chilly water is a distant thing in your mind. All you know is John, and this moment, and all the days you have ahead with him.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Itâs hot in Miami. The beach is packed.
But Kyle is uncaring of the crowd, too busy with the remote-control toy excavator you bought him just for this beach trip.
âHowâs the digging?â you ask, flipping a page in your book. You lounge under an oversized umbrella.
Kyle moves the joystick with his thumb. The yellow toy excavator picks up a chunk of sand and dumps it to the side. âIâm going to have the biggest hole on the beach.â
You nod, and lightly pat his shoulder, returning to your book.
There are a few minutes of silence between you before Kyle puts the remote control down and turns to look at you.
âWhat?â you prompt as Kyle continues to stare.
âIâm bored. Wanna go play mermaids in the ocean?â
Inserting the bookmark, you close your book and set it aside. âAbsolutely I do.â
John "Soap" MacTavish
âIâve never done this before, Johnny.â
âI know, love. Itâs okay. Iâm right here.â Johnny holds your hands in his. "Being scared is nothing to be ashamed of."
Before you is a mountainous slope covered in snow. Plenty of people are already on it, descending to the bottom on skis and snowboards. Some are lightning fast with others meander slowly. It looks funâreally, it doesâbut this is completely new to you.
When Johnny said vacation in the Alps, you didnât think this. You were imagining a fancy cabin with nice food, a hot tub in the snow, and steamy sex next to a roaring fire.
âIâll hold on to you. The whole way down. Weâll do this together.â
âYou wonât let me fall?â
Johnnyâs gloved hands squeeze yours in reassurance. âItâs just the bunny hill.â
âFor children. Iâm not a child.â "Oh, aye. It's for wee ones. But also, for newbies. Besides, I'll be with ya." He winks. "Won't let anything happen."
"That is not reassuring," you mutter, the snowboard wobbling slightly under your feet.
Johnny is the only thing keeping you upright. He grips you tightly, completely at ease in the snow.
âDo you promise?â you ask.
Johnny releases one of your hands to move his goggles into place. He lightly taps his helmet against yours.
âPromise.â
Simon "Ghost" Riley
"Her sisters are in Greece."
"You Brits like to steal everything."
Simon chuckles. "Throw a rock in here and you'd hit something that came from somewhere else."
He steps away from the statue, turning to move on to another. You follow him, trying to see what he sees.
âI wouldnât take you for the museum type.â
"Why?" asks Simon, arching an eyebrow.
You gesture at him, and Simon snorts. âFair point,â he replies, glancing down at himself. He looks more ready to jump on the back of a sportbike rather than tour a museum.
Simon moves on to a new statue, head titled slightly as he peers up at it. âI like museums. Theyâre calm. Quiet. I can take my time. No one needs me. No one expects anything from me.â
He says it so casually, but you hear the underlying sigh. There is something heavy beneath it. A weight he carries but you canât identify what it may be.
âI can be here for hours,â he murmurs.
âSoâŠno pub crawls?â
Simon attempts to stifle a laugh. âLove a good pub crawl. Johnny and I go on them all the time. He always thinks he can out drink me.â
âDoes he?â
âNever,â grins Simon.
He holds out his hand, wiggling his fingers. You slide your hand into his, the warmth of him chasing away your worry.
Simon pulls you in close, two of you leaving the statues behind.
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warming up
franco colapinto x teammate!reader
summary: franco is determined to make his teammate feel better with the perfect warm sweater.
word count: 1.5k
warnings: franco is slightly obsessed with reader, not much franco x reader action but still cute! two mentions of âynâ, shameless and jealous franco.
You had seriously underestimated how cold Vegas would actually be.Â
It seemed like everyone had warned you, âBring sweaters, it will get coldâ they said, and yet you chose to ignore them. So your situation couldâve easily been avoided.Â
You gazed at Liam Lawson from the other side of the paddock, wishing nothing more that you were in his position, wrapped up in a blanket sitting right next to a heater.Â
You sighed, imagining what you would feel like if you were in his position, you were so focused that you didn't see or hear your teammate walk up behind you.Â
Franco looked at you with a smile, although he frowned when he realized you werenât giving him his desired attention, he followed your gaze over to Liam, who was in the middle of an interview.Â
âWhat are we looking at?â he whispered in your ear, ignoring your slight jump.Â
âJesus Franco,â you muttered, trying to calm yourself, âLiam looks real warm right now.âÂ
Franco nodded, rolling his eyes slightly, âYes. Because he had a blanket. Do you not see that?â
You gave him a look, âOf course, I see that. That is the whole point. I want to be warm.âÂ
Franco gave you a look over, keeping his eyes on your bare arms, where he could see the cold making your hair stand up, he smiled, âAh. Are you cold?âÂ
âI canât feel my fingers,â you mumbled, keeping your eyes forward, on Liam.Â
Franco frowned, holding back on asking why exactly you didn't bring a sweater, his stomach felt nauseous at the sight of you gazing at Liam with so much want.Â
Now, you werenât exactly looking at Liam, more so his body temperature, but still, Franco would give anything to have you gaze at him.Â
He gasped, his face brightening, if he got you a sweater, there was no way you would be staring at Liam like that, you would be staring at him like that.Â
âI will be right back.â he spoke firmly, starting to back away, âDo not leave.â you watched him over your shoulder, giggling as he fumbled into a sprint.Â
âNo, too uglyâŠâ Franco mumbled to himself as he threw the sweater behind him, he pulled another from his small driverâs room closet, âNo, too blueâŠâ He threw this one behind him as well. Not noticing it landed on his trainer.Â
The man in question jumped in shock, pulling the Williams-style sweater off his head, âWhat the..â he mumbled, turning to Franco, who held up a knitted sweater, âPerfect..â he heard Franco whisper.Â
The trainer stared briefly, watching Franco go back scavenging through his closet. The trainer could only roll his eyes before slowly walking out of the room.Â
âI should get her two.â Franco whispered to himself, âIn case she doesnât like one of them..â he nodded to himself, continuing to throw sweaters he didnt deem fit behind him.Â
After ten minutes of back and forth, Franco existed his driverâs room content, he was going to be your night and shining armor, and then youâll look at Franco with all the love in the world because he was the one to get you warm and cozy. Â
Just as he was going to make his way over to the media pen, where he had left you, he was pulled aside by your manager.
â(Y/N) was looking for you.â she informed him, Franco grumbled to himself, âI told her to stay in place, tonta.â (dummy)Â
âShe got cold.â The woman defended you, âYou left her out thereâŠshe waited for ten minutes.â
Franco held up the two sweaters in his arm with a frown, âI got her sweaters, so she would not be cold.âÂ
Your manager eyes him with a smirk, âYou spent ten minutes finding a sweater to give her?â
Franco shrugged, âI wanted to make sure they were warm.âÂ
The woman tilted her head, âYou know we have a merch store full of sweaters, right?â
Franco turned to her in disgust, âMierda, those sweaters are like this,â he held his thumb and index together, âThey are not warm. They need to be warm.â (shit)
âSo you are giving her your sweaters?â
âYes.â
âDo you think that will make her fall in love with you?â
Franco leaned back in offense, âI do not need to make her fall for meâŠâ he paused, âShe is already in love with me, she just does not know it yet.âÂ
The woman nodded with pursed lips, âYeah because thatâs a totally sane thing to say.â
Franco simply rolled his eyes, having had this conversation one too many times. So what if his obsession with you was just slightly worrying? It was all going to work out in the end, he just knew it. âDo you know where she went?âÂ
Your manager thought for a moment. âShe mentioned being hungry, so she probably went up to eat.âÂ
And with that, Franco went off with a sprint.Â
Out of breath, and slight sweating, Franco entered the Williams dining room, eyes sweeping over the place with quick eyes. Only to feel a rush of disappointment when he didn't spot you.Â
He let out a deep disappointed sigh as he took a seat at the bar. The bartender watched him as he wallowed in pity.Â
Franco continued to let out deep, soul-searching sighs, catching the attention of those around him, the bartender walked but to him with an awkward smile, sliding over a glass of water.Â
âHey Franco,â she started, he glanced up at her with a small smile, âYou okay?â she whispered, leaning in, there were all different kinds of people around them, investors, fans, journalists, and no doubt searching for a bit of drama to hold onto, the last thing she wanted was for this interaction to be first-page news tomorrow morning.Â
âNo.â Franco was blunt, âWas (Y/N) here?âÂ
The lady nodded, âYeah she just left actually. She got her usualââÂ
âHot chocolate, whipped cream, caramel drizzle.â the two coursed.Â
The bartender leaned back, impressed, âYou really know her.âÂ
Franco shrugged, âSheâll be my wife one day, I need to know what she likes.â
The lady laughed, âOh yeah? Does she know that?â
Franco tilted his head, âNo sĂ©. I don't think it's a secret that I like her.â (I don't know.)
The woman agreed; this was not the first time sheâd heard about Franco being in love with you. It seemed like every time he and she talked, he managed to somehow make the conversation about you.Â
Now, she didn't know if the feelings were one-sided, the way you looked at Franco certainly made her think they weren't.
She hummed, âWell she took her hot chocolate to go, so I don't know where she went.â
Franco nodded, slowly moving off the chair, his sweaters both tightly secure in his clutch, âOkay then. If she comes back, tell her I'm looking for her.â
Franco was late to the fan stage, he had been so busy looking for you that he had lost track of time, and now he was being yelled at by his manager through the phone, demanding to know where he was.Â
It took him two minutes to run from the garage to the fan stage, he was recorded who knows how many times, and he was no doubt trending right now.Â
He had thrown the two sweaters in the arms of his manager when he arrived, wasting no time climbing the small steps up to the stage.Â
What he saw made his stomach drop, there you were in all your glory, wearing no other than aâŠmclaren puffer jacket. And you were talking to no other thanâŠLando Norris.Â
God, the smile on your face made Franco want to claw his eyes out, Lando had never been that funny.Â
Franco ignored the fans yelling his name, instead he squeezed in between you and Lando, wrapping his arms around your waist. âHello,â he mumbled, keeping his eyes on you.Â
Lando looked over at you with an amused smile before walking away, shaking his head slightly.Â
âHi?â you questioned, glancing over to the fanâs direction weary, thankfully they seemed to be paying attention to Lando and Oscar, the latter seemingly saying something funny.Â
âI was looking for you.âÂ
You winced, âSorry but I got really cold, and then I got really hungryâŠâÂ
Franco smiled softly, "It's okayâŠâ he glanced down at your attire, âWhat are you wearing?âÂ
You broke out into a smile, âDo you like it? Lando gave it to me, he said I looked cold.âÂ
âI don't like it,â Franco stated simply, you leaned back, an offended look on your face. âOkay. Rude.âÂ
âItâs really ugly, â he continued, âYou should change.âÂ
You huffed, âI didn't bring any sweaters!âÂ
Franco held up a finger before moving away. You rolled your eyes, moving back to the others on stage.Â
A couple minutes later you felt someone's presence behind you, you jumped slightly, feeling someone pulling on your jacket, looking back you saw Franco, a look on his face.Â
âTake this off,â he mumbled, you glanced to his shoulder, where two knitted sweaters lay. âPorfa?â he pleaded, seeing the hesitation on your face. (please)Â
Later that night, as the fan stage was wrapping up, Franco walked up to Lando, handing him the Mclaren jacket with a smile, âShe didn't want itâŠâ he muttered, âAnd she doesn't want you.â he added as an afterthought, shooting the Mclaren driver a smile before walking over to you.Â
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Vegas, Baby (I Wanna Ride) â„ïž
Max Verstappen x Friend!Reader
welcome to vegas baby, give me money, give me diamonds, give me rubies baby (get on your knees and beg me please to let you in me)
Tonight's a big night for the Redbull team in Las Vegas. Max Verstappen just won his 4th WDC, and you, his good friend, just won your first F2 race. After months of rising sexual tension, the line between you and Max starts blurring during a wild Vegas afterparty. Nothing beats crowning a 4th championship than passionate celebration sex, right?
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom! Max, sub! Reader whoâs playing mind games to seduce him, size kink, praise kink, cream pie, morally dubious relationship status but no cheating, drunk passionate sex with max post WDC is literally the epitome of my dreams
Max! The blonde Dutchmanâs concentration shifts from one of the many post Las Vegas Grand Prix interviews heâs been coerced into to hear your familiar voice excitedly calling for him. His cute smile turns into an even more gorgeous grin as he spots you making a beeline across the media pen, long curls flying behind you. The cameras rapidly start stuttering as you practically leap into Maxâs arms when he tightly hugs you back, lifting you up off the ground easily. Congratulations, Maxie! you gush excitedly, beaming up at him with genuine emotion. Iâm so happy for you, you deserve this win so much!
Pink dusts the cheeks of the now 4 time world champion from your attention as he looks down at your shorter frame, his muscular arms snugly around your waist. You couldnât care less about the sticky champagne drenching his suit, because your own RB suit is wet from your celebration of winning the F2 race earlier that day. You too, schatje, Max returns warmly, the paparazzi completely ignored. Winning your first race, in Las Vegas too, from P11? Iâm so proud of you! Now you're blushing as he tousles your hair affectionately. You two are just good friends, of course, and Max is in a relationship with a model - even though it's a rather turbulent one. But the F1 gossip mill is always running rampant with rumours about your relationship with Max - especially with the overfamiliar touches you're both now leaving with lingering hands on each other.
The interviewers flock at the chance to interview the F1 and F2 champions together, who provide them with entertaining answers fueled by the 3rd G&T that Max has already started drinking from his Redbull bottle. You smirk and raise your own bottle to cheers against his, making Maxâs icy blue eyes twinkle with amusement as he realises youâre very much on the same wavelength of starting celebrations early. Great minds think alike, right Maxie? you wink conspiratorially, making him laugh. The media reps are basically forgotten as the pair of you end up in your own conversation of excited yapping about adrenaline fueled moments from your races, littered with inside jokes lost to the viewers.
When his PR manager calls Max's name, trying to prevent anymore dubious scandals, the blonde looks apologetically towards you, promising that the two of you would have to celebrate properly tonight, okay? You nod eagerly as you watch him go for the rest of his media duties, your smile so wide that your cheeks almost hurt. Youâre still buzzing with adrenaline of your own win, and know that your own manager wonât be happy with the pictures of you practically climbing Max to hug him, not an inch of space between you as he pulls you against him. After all, the tabloids love to speculate that thereâs something more between the Redbull 3 time - now 4! - world champion and you, the rising talent in F2 with your Redbull Academy seat, and one of the very few women on the grid.
Thatâs how you and Max had met - on the Redbull practice circuit, the two of you the only ones wanting to practise in horrific conditions of rain and hail. Heâd been curious to see another car with the familiar Bull logo out on the track, and then found himself even more curious when the helmet came off to reveal your cutely flushed face and pretty curls that fell down your back. You became fast friends, after you got along your initial awe of 3x WDC Max Verstappen casually giving you driving pointers. He was actually an incredibly humble and loyal friend, and you appreciated how much time he'd spent out of his busy schedule to help you. Meanwhile, Max found your conversation and humour so refreshing compared to other junior drivers who would suck up to him, and you were never afraid to give Max a piece of your mind with your fiery, passionate personality - similar to his. For the first time in months since he'd started dating his demanding girlfriend, who always told Max off for being too loud or making immature jokes, Max found himself genuinely relaxing and speaking freely.
So with all the time on the practise track, and then off the track when you moved to Monaco and began attending the same parties, padel games and hungover brunches with Max, it was no surprise the two of you had become good friends - with a lot of speculation from the public. Many of his fans and friends disliked his current relationship with the pretty model who constantly used Max's name for her own clout with little interest in his passion for racing and e-sim gaming. In comparison, the easy laughs and witty banter seen frequently between you and Max had many conspiring that you'd be a far better match for the F1 champion. Especially in today's Las Vegas interviews, where the growing electric chemistry was palpable to viewers even through the screen.
Of course, you'd never admit to anyone that you secretly agreed with all the gossip columns. You and Max were perfectly suited for each other - but you would never be able to tell him, especially as you didn't have the slightest idea if Max liked you back or even found you attractive since he was so outgoing and touchy with all his close friends. For the past couple of months you'd been secretly pining for him, eyeing his moody girlfriend jealously as she yanked him from celebrations to go home early. You'd starting catching yourself staring up at the gorgeous blonde with heart eyes when he'd patiently explain some new racing tactic to you. No guy could come close to Max in your mind, and you're becoming increasingly sexually frustrated as the object of your desires stayed out of your reach but you aren't hook up with anyone else. So much so that in the week before Las Vegas, you'd started having some very dirty dreams involving a tall, muscular, blonde ending training early and bending you over the hood of his car as he whispered accented Dutch in your ear. Gonna let me fuck you now, baby? You'll take all of my cock, just like I taught you, right?
You knew it was so, so wrong to secretly lust after your friend and teammate like this - especially since he was taken. But tonight, with the thrill of winning your first ever F2 race in frickin' Vegas of all places, at the same time as Max taking his 4th WDC...Well, let's just say you were feeling especially wild tonight. Taking another shot of gin as you got ready in your spacious hotel bathroom, you admire the sight of yourself in the mirror. You're lot more dressed up than usual, out of your racing suit for once . Smokey eyeshadow compliments your wide, doe eyes and long hair youâd blown out in loose curls, all to show off the main view of a tight, sparkly red minidress that pushed up your tits perfectly. You certainly looked the part of a winner out on a hunt for the best way to celebrate tonight, and your best friend agreed as she whistled when walking into the bathroom. Girl, goddamn, that dress looks insanely sexy on you! she gushed, making you shoot her a pleased smile. Trying to catch a certain someoneâs attention tonight? she added with a teasing look. Donât worry, Max wonât be able to keep his eyes off you!
You let out an embarrassed yelp and tell her to shut up, you were not into him like that! Used to your denials, your friend rolls her eyes fondly and tells you youâd been practically moaning his name when youâd been napping earlier, you little slut! She puts you out of your misery when your face goes as red as your dress by adding in that sheâd heard his girlfriend wasnât here tonight to celebrate - apparently, she was pissed he hadnât flown her out on his private jet and heâd decided to take a break. Winking, she tells you that Max is all yours tonight! You shoo her away but your heartâs nervously skipping a beat with the news. Slipping on your impressive six inch stilettos with glittery straps circling around your legs, you make your way to the after party downstairs.
The bass is thumping, drinks easily flowing and the crowded hotel nightclub buzzing with energy tonight where many of the racing drivers and fans have come to celebrate tonight. Youâd meant to go find Max when you got there, but are pulled into excited hugs by lots of your own friends and team members to congratulate you. Soon enough, a few hours have passed and youâre very pleasantly tipsy, giggling and twirling around on the dance floor with your girlfriends and quite a few guys who are running appreciative looks over your pretty figure. But when your wide doe eyes finally meet icy blue across the room, all other men are forgotten and you're making your way over in a heartbeat.
Schatje, Max greets you easily, interrupting the conversations people crowding around him were trying to start. You give him an adoring smile as you wrap your arms around those ridiculously wide shoulders of his when he pulls you into him. The alcohol youâve both been drinking lowers your boundaries as you giggle into his ears youâve been looking everywhere for him! He chuckles, telling you that heâd been right here, but youâd been too popular with everyone else tonight. Too busy for me now that youâre a F2 winner? he teases. You playfully push his broad chest, admiring how toned his muscles are under your freshly manicured palm. Maybe, you tease back. I only enjoy the company of drivers who are five time world champions, at least. Seen Lewis anywhere?
Maxâs gorgeous blue eyes crinkle in amusement as he tips his head back to laugh, and you're staring up his thick neck, enjoying the sight of his angular jaw and plush lips with a cute freckle you wanted so desperately to kiss. Reminding yourself not to get too carried away until you had some idea how Max felt, you tugged at his biceps to indicate you wanted him to follow you. He easily took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together as you pull him towards the second floor. This was a pretty frequent for you two, breaking off from a crowded party to yap and gossip about some drama or catch up without all eyes on you. Just as you reach the stairs, one of your teamâs engineers calls out to you, giving you a tight embrace that lasts a few seconds too long to be a friendly congratulations. You donât really notice though, too relaxed and happy, and gush your thank youâs to him as he compliments how well you drove today. Heâs pretty cute, and youâre starting to get carried away in the conversation until a warm, large palm curls possessively around your curvy hips. A shiver runs up your spine as Maxâs deep voice drawls out behind you that he was bored, can you two go upstairs now?
You immediately turn your focus back onto the attractive blonde, assuring him Of course, Maxie! Your arm wraps around his bicep to steady yourself as you two walk upstairs, your high heels clicking against the marble floor. Your abruptly forgotten engineer receives a rather smug smirk from Max. When youâre finally alone in a tiny powder room, small enough that you have to stand close together with the locked door but well lit by an illuminated mirror atop the counter, Max canât resist a snarky that engineer seemed very into you.
You dismiss Maxâs claims, telling him to stop joking around as you leaned into the mirror to repply your lip gloss. No, he was definitely checking you out, Max responds behind you. His already deep accent youâd always had a thing for turns even huskier. Canât blame him thoughâŠyou look fucking incredible tonight.
Desire curls in your gut as you gasp at his unexpected compliment, your doe eyes glancing to see Maxâs blue gaze through the mirror. The Dutchmanâs gaze is sharp despite the tipsy flush on his cheeks as it wanders up your lush thighs, accentuated by your stilettos, over your juicy ass and hips before coming to meet your pretty eyes. Thereâs no denying the hungry expression he wears, especially as you slowly finish applying your lip gloss, drawing his attention to your tempting pink lips. He looks like a lion starving to sink his fangs into his next meal.
You swallow, suddenly feeling a little shy as you avoid his gaze, even though you'd dolled up tonight just for him. You should be saying something like that to your girlfriend, you say suddenly. Where is she, anyways? Max rolls his eyes at the reminder, unamused with the change of topic. Fuck knows, he says exasperatedly. I donât care anymore, weâre taking a break. You turn to face him, raising an eyebrow as you coyly ask Just a break? What, sheâs trying to find a billionaire because a F1 millionaire just isnât cutting it?
Max chuckles at your not so subtle dig, knowing how you felt about his rather superficial girlfriend. But instead of letting it go, tonight you decide to continue and ask him why he was still with her? He shrugs, telling you it was just easier at this point to stay with her instead of the drama of a messy breakup, and dating hot but 2D models was what everyone expected of F1 drivers anyway.
You narrow your eyes, a little annoyed now, and step closer to Max to announce thatâs stupid, since when did he do what others expect of him instead of what he wanted? Besides, he deserved a girlfriend who actually cared for him as a person, who celebrated each of his wins and losses, and on a night like tonight - well, he should be getting whatever he wanted from her, you added playfully. Youâve ended up so close that Max can feel the warmth of your soft tits pressed up against his chest, the heels youâre wearing helping your height. He can't resist admiring at the way your cleavage bounces every time you passionately speak.
Whatever I want, huh? Max murmurs lowly, his blue eyes dark with desire as he suddenly leans down, making your eyes widen and thick lashes flutter. His thumb softly brushes across your cheeks to press against your lower lip, parting your mouth slightly. Heâs silent for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and then - What if all I want is you?
You gasp, both with excitement and shock at the realisation that Max returned your feelings. A coy smile appears on your lips as you press your hands to his firm chest, leaning up to whisper into his ear that he was lucky, then, because you'd been looking for a way to congratulate him properly.
He grins wickedly as you return his hungry look, your normally sparkling eyes now sultry with desire. Oh yeah? he says lowly, large palms skimming your waist. And what were you thinking would be the proper way to say congratulations?
Thereâs no going back to friendship after this, the blurred line well and truly vanishing. Thank god, because you couldnât take the sexual frustration any longer. Youâd heard that the sex after winning in Vegas is really goodâŠand since heâd ended up winning the championship, he deserved to fuck you long and hard, right?
Maxâs breath hitches at your offer, his already semi erect cock hardening. Fuck, schatje, he breathes, his lips so close to yours theyâre almost touching. That mouth of yoursâŠI didnât know it could be so dirty. Makes me want to ruin it. You smile with faux innocence, batting your lashes up at him. Why donât you, Max? Ruin me, then.
Thatâs all it takes for his lips to lock into yours, a gentle first kiss between friends quickly turning into a sloppy, heated make out that has you drooling against him. Been wanting to do this forever, Max groans in between deep kisses. You giggle, asking him what his girlfriend would think of that. Who? Max says, looking genuinely confused as he leans in again to slide his tongue in to explore your mouth. Oh, the ex? You laugh into the kiss, knowing any other woman would be out of the picture by the time youâve shown Max just how he deserved to be treated tonight.
Suddenly youâre being lifted up easily to sit on the marble counter, squealing at his impressive strength. He greedily presses against you, your lush thighs parting easily around his narrow waist. Itâs a good thing the clubâs bass is so loud, otherwise any passerbys would hear the wet, sensual moans of you passionately making out. Maxâs bear paws of hands squeeze your thighs and plump ass firmly, making your minidress ride up so he could feel your dampening panties as you start grinding against his impressive bulge through his jeans. Fuck, schatje, youâre already this wet? Max breathes, blue eyes blown with desire when he pulls back for a second as you both pant. Only for you, Maxie you say adoringly, running manicured hands along his broad shoulders and into his soft, blonde locks. Whatever you want tonight, remember? So tell me, what would the world champion like next?
Max inhales sharply at your obedient words, at how youâre looking up at his darkened blue eyes with so much devotion. It fills him with an inexplicable need to have you all to himself, not just tonight but every night from now. You decide to give him a gentle nudge, guiding his large palms to cup your full breasts through your dress. You keep looking at my chest, Maxie. Do you want to see whatâs underneath my dress? Maxâs jaw drops open as you help his fingers tug down your neckline, letting it fall to your waist and leaving you half dressed in a lacy navy blue bra.
My favourite colour, Max says absentmindedly, too distracted with the heavenly vision in front of him. When you giggle and tell him you know, thatâs why you wore it! he groans lowly, yanking the lace down so your full breasts lay exposed to his hungry gaze. So fucking pretty, he breathes, you look so good in my colours, schatje.
You canât respond because youâre moaning again from his thick fingers squeezing your bouncing tits, circling your sensitive, hard nipples before latching his mouth over your areolas. Oh, Maxie! Mmm, feels so good! He hums with your tits inside his talented mouth, enjoying your sweet moans in his ears as he leaves a trail of hickeys over your chest and neck. Youâre getting wetter by the second, and judging from the large, hard bulge youâre desperately humping, youâre certain Max is just as turned on as you are. But tonightâs about congratulating him, and you canât get too distracted, tugging at the white t-shirt heâs wearing. Your turn!
Max smirks, and yanks his shirt off in half a second. Now youâre temporarily short circuiting at his broad pecs, ogling his thick upper arms and shoulders that taper down to his slim hips. You canât resist tracing a path down his defined abs with your manicured fingers, making Max tease you with like what you see, schatje?
You shut him up as your hand comes to rest just above his belt buckle, brushing his blonde happy trail but going no further. Hmm, Iâve seen better, you tease back coyly. His jaw hardens as you come tantalisingly close to where he really wants to feel you. When he wraps his hand around yours to stop your games, you surprise him again when you bring your joined hands up to your lips. Curiosity piqued, he watched you intently as you press the pad of his pointer finger onto your swollen lips like heâd done earlierâŠand then part your lips to slide him inside till the knuckle. Oh, fucking hell, Max hisses lowly.
You donât miss a beat, staring right into his eyes sultrily as you swirl your tongue around his thick finger, letting him imagine what else your drooling, wet mouth could do. He swallows when you release him with a pop, only to oh so innocently bat your lashes at him to say did he have anything bigger for you to lick?
Max has a hand tangled in your curls instantly, pushing your all too willing body down onto your knees as he swears, saying if heâd known you were going to be such a good girl for him heâd have fucked you months ago. You whine desperately, making him completely entranced as you press soft kisses to his clothed erection. He unbuckles himself for you, the small room silent except for the clinking of metal making both of you impatient. You gasp when his generously sized cock emerges from his Calvin Klein boxers, his pink tip resting right in front of you. He almost cums right there when you look up at him with those wide doe eyes, the very picture of innocence but your filthy words anything but. It-itâs so big, Maxie. Even larger than what Iâd dreamed about.
And then youâre messily kissing up and down his engorged shaft, smearing your lipgloss all over as you pant and drool over his length. Oh my fucking god, Max groans, head slamming into the door behind him. That mouth of yours, baby- Jesus fucking Christ.
Heâs rendereded speechless when you begin suckling on his hypersensitive tip, circling it with full concentration just like youâd done with his finger. You donât break eye contact, pulling back slightly to pump his base with two hands and blow air over his angry, swollen cockhead. Tastes so good, Maxie. âM gonna worship your cock tonight, just like my world champion deserves. Your throat goes completely lax as you take his impressive length all the way to the base, gurgling and drooling messily as you hollow your cheeks to suck firmly.
Fuck! Jesus, schat, baby, Iâm gonna - Max is panting heavily, cheeks adorably red and flushed as he tangles his large palms into your curls. Go-gonna fuck that insane mouth of yours now, okay?
You hum in agreement, sending vibrations running down his shaft. He doesnât waste any time then, dragging your face forward and roughly thrusting himself into your wet, slack mouth. Loud, obscene sounds of the dirty blowjob youâre performing for him are filling the air, and thereâs no doubt anyone listening in the hallway would be able to tell exactly what going on behind the door. But the both of you couldnât care less, too far gone. And if your mindblowing deepthroat hadnât been enough, youâre whimpering in between thrusts that heâs so big, you bet he could fuck your tits at the same time as your mouth-
He doesnât even need to process that sexy mental image because youâre now using your free hands to cup your bouncing breasts and wrap them snugly around the base of his cock, his leaking tip still thrusting in and out of your mouth. Like this, see Maxie?
Max roars in approval at the filthy display, the warmth of your soft tits sending him over the edge. Gonna cum now, he pants breathlessly. Open your mouth for me, baby, youâll swallow it all, right?
You follow his command immediately, desperately saying please, please Maxie, wanna taste you so bad, you can cum wherever you want-
He slaps his heavy cockhead against your chubby cheeks first, and then onto your pink tongue as you poke it out, collecting drops of precum from his angry red tip. Heâs meanly chuckling as you go cross eyed from his cock whacking your face, squealing with excitement. Guess the only thing that shuts you up is my cock in your mouth.
You nod eagerly, panting with your lips wide open expectantly as you stare up at him, your pretty makeup completely destroyed from the messy blowjob. The sight of you so desperate for him is what tips him over, and with a silent moan he jerks himself off to flood your mouth with a generous, creamy load. So much that you struggle to swallow it, some of it leaking out the corners of your lips to drip onto your heaving tits. But you take most of it just like you promised him, licking your lips rather sluttily before opening your mouth to show him. See, Maxie? Drank it all for you.
He yanks you up off the floor, pressing your soft jiggling chest up against his hard pecs as he rewards you with a deep kiss. Did fucking amazing, sweetheart, he sighs into you. That was definitely the best head Iâve ever gotten. You flush from his compliment, sultry eyes turning shy now from his praise. But the Dutch Lionâs appetite isnât satiated tonight. He pulls your dress back up, wiping away your smeared gloss and smudged mascara before redressing himself. But we arenât finished just yet, schatje, he croons as he gently untangles your curls from your dangly earrings. You bite your lip, hanging onto his each word as he says After all, youâd won in Vegas too. Heâll have to show you how good the sex is, now.
Desire darkens your bright, dazed eyes at the thought of Max finally fucking you. You bury your face in his thick neck, wrapping your arms around him as you plead for him to please take you upstairs, you needed him so bad, you couldnât take it anymore.
He chuckles at your cute begging, discreetly leading you down the hallway thatâs thankfully empty while keeping you firmly pressed to his chest. As much as heâd wiped away the streaks of mascara, any of your friends would only have to take one look to know what youâd been upto. The ride up the discreet service elevator is another test of self restraint, the camera in the corner stopping the both of you from outright debauchery. But you canât stop weakly grinding against Maxâs muscular thigh that separates your plush legs, clinging onto him as he whispers dirty things in your ear with that Dutch voice you loved. Tell me what kind of naughty dreams youâve been having about me, he demands. And of course, you oblige, turning his ears pink and voice huskier when he finds out just what youâd been secretly pining for.
He lifts you up, your legs straddling his waist easily when you finally reach your floor, an carried you down the hallway. After youâre clumsily swiping your room card with Maxâs very distracting lips leaving kisses to your throat, you find yourself inside your dark hotel room at last. The Vegas city lights stream in from the floor to ceiling windows, illuminating Maxâs handsome form as he looks down to drink in the pretty sight of you. Fucking finally, Max groans, ripping his shirt and pants off in one go and kicking his shoes to the side. He wraps an arm around your waist to pick you up again and gently toss you onto the king sized bed, making you giggle excitedly as you land with a bounce. And then heâs on top of you, eyes dark and a cocky smirk on his face as he presses his warm length against your soaked panties. See what youâve done to me, schatje? Iâm already hard again. Completely ruined me for anyone else with this perfect body. He finishes his sentence with a slow roll of his hips, making you moan breathily at the contact, with your panties so wet theyâre practically stuck to you and you can feel all of him.
He unzips you out of your dress, leaving heated kisses all over your body as he admires the sight of your navy lingerie set, telling you heâd buy you ten more so you could wear them for him after every race when he fucked you. You keen at his attention, at the thought that Max wants you again and again, eyes teary as you start to try and grind your hips against him. Youâll have to be patient, schatje Max says in an amused tone, sounding much more in control than the moaning, dripping mess heâs turned you into. You teased me so much after all, itâs only fair that itâs my turn now, right? He kisses your ankles softly as he unties your strappy heels, letting them fall to the floor. And then, with a strong hand on each of your delicate ankles, he hungrily takes in the sight of your dripping pussy. Your tummy flutters almost nervously in anticipation of whatâs coming.
Turns out Max, just like you, always held true to his promises. Youâd had to be very patient as he had his turn of teasing you mercilessly, making you cum all over his thick fingers that stretched you out and skilled tongue that found your sensitive clit almost immediately. And when heâs finally ripping the condom packet open and slapping your core with his heavy cock, youâre practically crying.Your aching pussy finally gets what she needs when youâre stuffed impossibly full as he slides in to the hilt.
The sight of you completely ruined underneath him, tits bouncing with each powerful thrust he delivers, your nails burying into his strong arms to steady yourself, unlocks a carnal desire in Max. Whatever I want, right schatje? He hums, bending down so your sweaty foreheads touch, and you nod quickly through your deep pants. Even if I wanted to fuck you raw? Youâll let me cum inside your tight little pussy, hmm?
He knows he has you right where he wants as you squeeze down on him instinctively when you imagine him inside you with no protection. Ohmygod Maxie, yes, please, fuck your cum into me, please! The Dutchmanâs outright filthy request has your head spinning with desire and youâre babbling half incoherently. Pulling out momentarily and making you whine, he yanks the condom off before sinking back into your creamy hole. You both moan in pure ecstasy at the euphoric feeling of skin to skin sex.
Max fucks you in multiple positions that night, passionately into the soft mattress, meanly up against the cold window, and roughly on the plush sofa chaise with your face buried in the cushions and your red asscheeks up in the air for him to slap. Next time I win youâll let me fuck you here, too, okay baby? he demands as he fingers your winking back hole while still thrusting into your dripping cunny. You can only let out a high pitched whine, jiggling your hips back onto his cock in approval, too fucked out to respond with words at this point. And when he finally cums, his impressive stamina outlasting yours on his second orgasm, he makes sure to sink in deep and flood your heavenly walls with his thick white release. You give him an open mouthed lazy kiss as a silent thank you for the best fuck of your entire life, hoping he got the message.
Youâre pretty certain he did, because the next morning youâre awoken by a heavy length pressed up against your ass. Youâd both passed out in the (thankfully clean) spare second bed after running through the shower together for five minutes to clean up the sticky mess last night. The 4th championship celebration sex was definitely record breaking , Max murmurs into your ear playfully. But itâs not complete without the slow morning after sex. Youâll let me show you now, right schat?
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A/N: WAR IS OVER THE CHILDREN ARE OUT, BIRDS SINGING CAUSE MAX IS RIGHTFULLY 4 X WDC đđđ the way all the haters were silenced. Everyoneâs trying ride his dick now including skysports I love to see it, as they should
Also guys 10 followers away from 2k?!? Wtaf đł Iâm so sorry for the delayed post, thank you for being so patient. Work has been really busy this month but going on Xmas break in a couple weeks so will have more time to post!!!! Keep sending me ur saucy asks yall I love reading them <3
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"you don't want me here? then why does your body say other wise?" jinx x fem piltover!reader - nsfw - minors dni
(requested by anon)
for as long as you can remember, your family did everything in their power to keep you from venturing into the undercity. topside was where you belonged, no doubts about it. you were polite, kindhearted and far too soft for that kind of lifestyleâ or so you thought.
it wasnt until you met her, that your views changed. she showed you so much, taught things you never had the chance to know, all while being so incredibly...human?
did jinx use your piltover status against you? absolutely. when you first met, you could tell she hated you, just by seeing how you presented yourself. she made it her own personal mission to get as far under your skin as she possibly could.
"you really shouldn't be here jinx, my parents are sleeping downstairs..." you mutter as she pressed kisses along your neck, making sure she left bruises as she went. she ignored your plea, hands roaming under your shirt, making you shiver.
"then i guess you'll have to be quiet then, yeah?" she smiled deviously, hands tracing the underside of your breasts.
"jinx...im serious" you whined, voice low and slightly trembling. your parents would have both of your heads on a spike if they knew what was happening right now.
she slides herself off your hips and moves to dip her fingers into your pants, making you suck in a harsh breath of air. she smirks as her fingers trace over your underwear, relishing in the way you react to her touch.
"youre cute yknow? so sensitive..." she whispers, circling her finger around your clit through the fabric. you moan lowly, hips shifting as a silent plea for more, despite your better judgment. she seems to get the hint, and moves to slide your pants and underwear downâ her eyes fixated on your now soaking cunt. feeling rather exposed, you attempt to close your legs, but shes inbetween them, and her hands grip the soft flesh as soon as she feels you hesitate.
"s'funny baby...you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?"
she smirks as she runs her finger through your folds, bottom lip slipping between her teeth as she feels you soak her fingers. "practically dripping f'me" she purrs.
you whine as her fingers find your clit again, rubbing precisely where she knew would make you cry out.
"jinx.." you sigh, looking at her face to see a sinister smirk. she locks her eyes onto yours as she lowers her hand, easily slipping two fingers into you. you moan out, and before you can curse yourself her hand slaps over your mouth.
"shhh, youll wake em up, doll." she giggles, almost as if she didnt have her fingers deep inside of you. you whine against her hand as she thrusts her fingers in and out, curling them into that spot that makes your brain fuzzy. she can feel you getting close, with the way your practically dripping into her palm, and she decided she needed to make you cum, right here, right now.
her thrusts continue, the slick sound making your cheeks heat up as she works you closer to the edge. her chest is heaving softly, the sight of your like this always worked her up, not that she'd ever admit it.
"you close?" she whispers again, hand still over your mouth. you nod desperately, your sounds muffled by her palm. she picks up her pace, practically slamming her fingers into as you writhe beneath her. she groans quietly as she feels you tighten around her fingers like a vice grip, body stilling as you cum, hard.
she lets you ride it out, not stopping until your whine against her palm once more and your thighs are shaking. she removes her hand from your mouth and slams her lips onto yours, biting at your lower lip. your hands find her hips, and without warning, you flip her over so you are hovering over her form. her eyes widen at the sudden movement, a smirk growing on her lips.
"i think its only fair i get you back for that, yeah?" you lean down, face close to hers and you swear you feel her breath hitch in her lungs.
it was only fair, after all, she wanted you to cum? now its her turn.
"keep quiet, or i'll stop" you smirk as your fingers find the waist of her pants.
thank u for the req anon! more to come & feel free to leave me a prompt ;)
#wrote rhis with my pussy#also sorry its short </3 im tired and its 3am lol#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane smut#jinx arcane#jinx x reader#jinx smut#nsfw.mp3 đ«§
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lights, camera, action!
danielle marsh x actress!reader ; fluff
synopsis: you passed your media training classes but that doesnât stop you after a couple of drinks from leaking that youâre very much attracted to danielle marsh on live
warnings: alcohol ; soobin from txt but he's actually an actor (idk why i use him in my fics sm) and also other idols that are actors instead of... idols ; discovering sexuality ; reader is whipped for danielle ; danielle is whipped for reader ; gay gay gay they're so in love i hate myself ; anyhting else not mentioned ; not proofread
a/n: hi i need her so bad like sooo bad like sheâs so. like. like hey. hi hai. hi.
@/ynln is live!
the viewers catch a little glimpse of your flushed cheeks, slow blinks, and lazy smile.
youâre not drunk, not at all, youâre just naturally an idiot and even more of one after a few after-party drinks. the remnants of laughter and lively conversation from the after-party of your premiere still lingering in your ears. the giddiness hadnât left your body at all.
âheyyy guys.â you fail to set up the camera on your hotel desk, so you resort to flopping onto the bed and holding it yourself. âi hope you all are well.â
the screen was filled with comments almost immediatelyâfans were sending love, compliments, and congratulating you on the new movie, and praising your looks during the premiere. your smile grew wider, your cheeks burned a little warmer than before.
@/lnloverrr: you looked so good at the event
@/yourstruly84: a look for the books
@/ynloops: so excited for the movie! canât wait to see more action roles from you!
@/tokkilvrr: celine queen!!! you rocked the top
âaww you guys are so cute,â you say, a little more giggly than usual. the only thing illuminating you at the moment is the city glow filtering through the curtains, so you turn on a lamp in order for your fans to see you better. âiâm so happy you guys are excited about the movie. it means a looot, really.â
you scrolled through the comments, answering a few questions about your favorite scenes to shoot and what the cast was like. you went on a whole ramble about your male co-star soobin and how you almost beat him in an arm wrestling battle after two shots, which led to another ramble about how rigorous the process of working out to achieve your physique was for this film. it was fun talking about all the fun behind-the-scenes moments, one of them being how you have a video of soobin tripping over the props, one which you will definitely be posting once the movie is out.
after skimming the comments a bit more, most of them being âcan i get an i love you?â or various compliments which keep a smile plastered on your face. but then one catches your eye, making you raise a brow: do you have a celebrity crush?
âoh, a celebrity crush? well i donât know if i have a crush, but more of a friend crush if you get what i mean.â you laughed, the sound light and loose. you pause, thinking it over as more comments pop up with heart emojis and people begging for an answer. you sigh playfully, leaning against the bedframe and blinking slowly again. âokay, this is going to sound so cheesy. you know how i like newjeans? iâve mentioned it before⊠but iâve been such a fan of newjeans since their debut. like, seriously, their music is always on repeat. iâve made soobin and the rest of the cast listen to them â soyeon loves them actually. ugh i loved their debut ep so much and then they dropped ditto andââ
@/koalaln: okay so⊠itâs someone from newjeans?
@/minjiplsmarrymepls: not my fav actor being a tokki
@/phammipham: girl if you donât tell us rnâŠ
âoh yeah, celebrity crush, right.â you chuckle after reading the comments again. you bit your lip before continuing, âwell, aside from newjeans being one of my favorite groups⊠theyâre all talented and beautiful, of course, but oh my god. danielle?â
your voice dropped to a more earnest tone as you looked right at the camera again, shaking your head and blushing a little. you could blame it on the alcohol.
âdanielle is probably one of the prettiest people iâve ever seen. her visuals are like, insane. like, she has this elegance to her, sheâs glowing, but sheâs also just really cute. iâve seen some of their interviews and sheâs so bright and bubbly and i just think sheâs so adorable andâ yeah. i love her energy.â you let out a small, tipsy laugh, not realizing how much you were ramblingâagain.
âand the thing is, weâre both ambassadors for celine too, so iâve seen her from afar at events and stuff. iâve never actually met her, which is crazy, right? i mean i've met park bogum but not her! youâd think we would have bumped into each other by now, but nope. i kind of just admire from afar, like her pictures donât do her justice but they⊠do? sheâs stunning in person, at least from afar.â
the comments started blowing up with people freaking out, sending a variety of emojis that you couldnât even count on both hands. they were saying things like âomg youâre totally fangirling right now,â âokay purr y/n is danielle biased she has taste,â and even âyou and danielle interacting or collaborating would be iconic.â
you blinked at the screen, noticing the way the chat kept mentioning her name. you rubbed your face with your hand, blinking hard again. âoh my god, am i talking too much? anyway!â you waved your hand, laughing as you tried to shake off the embarrassment creeping up your neck. ânext question, next question.â
you spent a few more minutes answering questions about your movie, sharing more stories of what happens on set (making sure to include how many times jaehyun fell asleep on set â which was far too often and in the most questionable positions. you wonder how someone falls asleep leaning against a wall). by the end, your eyelids were starting to droop, and the comments were still buzzing with your confession from earlier. you blinked again, then thanked the fans for their support once more to wrap up the livesteam.
âalright, iâm about to pass out,â you say tiredly, smile turning soft. âthank you for putting up with me. love you all so much.â
the phone in your hand dropped onto the bed after ending the livestream. your head lands on the pillows and you sigh, a grin still on your face. before you knew it, you were out like a light, blissfully unaware of what youâve just started.
â
the sun filtered through the hotel curtains, which warmed up the room. you stirred, eyes fluttering open as a ray hit you right in the eye, making you roll around the other way.Â
unfortunately for you, this wasnât the only thing trying to wake you up. your phone buzzed insistently next to you, and you reached for it blindly, squinting at the screen as your managerâs name flashed across it. you crinkled your brows, confused to say the least.
âhello? mark?â your voice was hoarse with sleep, tinged with last nights events.
âmorning sleepyhead,â markâs voice was calm and a little playful as always, but there was an unmistakable edge that meant business. âdo you want to tell me why youâre trending on every social media platform? and you even made it onto some entertainment sites.â
a groan slips from you as you sit up all too quickly. the memories of your late-night live stream start to flood back. âshit.â
ââshitâ is right. you do know that gushing about a girl in a kpop group â not to mention a very popular one â might get you a good amount of attention? and donât make a pun.â you hear his signature sigh from the other end of the line. âyour fans and her fans are going wild, and some press outlets are running with âactor y/nâs crush on danielle from newjeansâ headlines.â
shifting yourself to the edge of your bed so your feet can dangle off, you groan into the phone. âiâm so, so sorry. i mustâve fucked up my image like crazy, god iâm so sorry forââ
âhey, wait.â he says calmly. âitâs actually not doing anything harmful. if anything people are into how much you admire the group, considering youâre quite the celebrity.â
âoh thank godââ
âitâs just not low-profile.â
heat crept up your neck, and you covered your face with one hand, your back meeting the mattress again. âiâ yeah, i was tipsy. soobin is a terrible influence, and werenât youââ
âiâm just your manager, i just work here y/n.â
you scoff playfully at his remark, then continue, âi guess i didnât notice how much i talked about her. but itâs notâi mean, itâs not untrue, but stillâŠâ you trailed off, cringing at yourself as you placed a hand over your eyes.
mark lets out a sigh, softening a bit. âlook, itâs not the end of the world. just be prepared for questions, and try not to fan the flames further if you donât want this to become a bigger deal. but, you might want at least to have a statement or some kind of response ready.â
you nodded, even if he couldnât see you. âyeah, okay. thank you for the heads-up. sorry.â
âand next time, maybe donât go live after an after-party. donât think i didnât see you downing somaek with jennie.â he adds, the hint of amusement in his voice making you relax a bit.Â
ânoted. very much noted.â
after ending the call, you drop the phone beside you, your heart still thudding. with a deep breath, you opened twitter up, and just from your burner account you could see that you were trending. the timeline was overflowing: fans reacting to your confession, edits already circulating with your quotesâthey even managed to find every clip of you mentioning or listening to newjeans, putting it in slideshows and edited videos. you canât even lie, the effort is amazing. and even worse, or better? there were articles with headlines like âactor y/n admits to crushing on danielle from newjeansâ and âactor y/n confirms sheâs a hardcore newjeans fan.â
okay, hardcore might be a stretch.
(or maybe not.)
despite all this chaos, you couldnât help but smile a little. you tap a quick text to your manager again: sorry again. iâll be ready for whatever comes.Â
and another, more impulsive, and raw message to your group chat with your best friends and co-stars: i think i should just die. never going live again. someone needs to take my phone and burn it.
but as you scrolled and saw fans posting supportive, teasing comments like âwe love an honest crush!â ây/n is lowk so cute for thisâ âitâs so refreshing to see celebrities being transparent about who they admireâ and even a ây/n and danielle when??? y/nelle??â, you couldnât suppress the slight flutter in your chest.
â
in contrast to your morning, danielleâs wasnât all that stressful. maybe a little, but it didnât have her laying in bed for an hour and pondering over every life decision sheâs made. not like you did.Â
danielle had been making eggs for her members â sunny side up for hanni, boiled for minji, and scrambled for the haerin and hyein â humming quietly to herself. the morning was relatively peaceful until hanni burst into the kitchen, phone in her hand with a mischievous grin on her face.
âdani, you wonât believe this.â hanni plops down on a stool at the kitchen island, turning the phone over. âyouâre gonna want to see it.â
danielle raises an eyebrow, turning down the heat. âwhat is it?â
minji and haerin joined, peeking over hanniâs shoulder as she played the video clip. ây/n, you know, the one from that one coming of age movie you like? what was it⊠the one withâ it doesnât even matter. just look.â
danielleâs brows furrowed with confusion until hanni hits play. the room fills with the sound of your slurred, soft voice as you gush with genuine excitement.Â
âoh yeah, celebrity crush, right. well, aside from newjeans being one of my favorite groups⊠theyâre all talented and beautiful, of course, but oh my god. danielle?â
even minji and haerin gasp, looking at danielle in surprise. danielleâs jaw drops open slightly as she takes in the information: you, l/n y/n, are mentioning her. danielle marsh. but it gets even better.
âdanielle is probably one of the prettiest people iâve ever seen. her visuals are like, insane. like, she has this elegance to her, sheâs glowing, but sheâs also just really cute. iâve seen some of their interviews and sheâs so bright and bubbly and i just think sheâs so adorable andâ yeah. i love her energy.âÂ
the spoon danielle had been holding slips from her hand and onto the counter, clattering agains the marble as she stared at the screen. âwaitâ what?â her voice was barely above a whisper, her cheeks heating up.
 âlook at you,â minji laughs, nudging her. âone of your admirers is an actorâa really popular actor, dani.â
âiââ danielleâs mind raced as she watched you on the screen, your eyes bright, cheeks flushed as you rambled on. the admiration in your tone made her heart skip a beat. it was one thing to know that you were at the same events as her, and another ot hear that youâd been paying attention to her. that you think sheâs pretty.Â
hyein seemed to pop out of nowhere, her arrival probably unnoticed from what was currently unfolding. âdani⊠someone who was in a marvel movie has a crush on you.â
danielle blinked. a smile broke out as she looked at her members. âyouâre all ridiculous.â but even as she laughed, the warmth in her chest lingered. the fact that you, the actress sheâd admired form afar and whose movies sheâs watched with her family, thought of her like thatâit was surreal.
minji raised an eyebrow knowingly. âcome on dani, donât act like you havenât been wanting to talk to her at those events.â
âyeah dude,â hanni nudged her younger member. âshe popped up in doctor strange and you started rambling about her.â
danielleâs smile turned shy as she rolled her eyes and turned back to the stove, her mind still replaying your words.Â
maybe sheâd muster up the courage to talk to you, just maybe.
â
youâve been busy, to say the least.
the past week youâve been interviewed a handful of times everyday. your movie starred the choi soobin and jeong jaehyun, which earned a lot of attention. what surprised you was just how much attention youâd receive. there were various edits of you being made, some even showed up on your social media and unfortunately your group chat.Â
people had dug up scenes of you from your other projects, editing them and helping them resurface. it was safe to say you were growing as an actor, as if confessing your âloveâ for danielle marsh didnât already do enough. but who were you to complain? this was great. you were rising in popularity for not only your looks, but also your talents and personality. it was endearing â flattering you beyond comprehension.
the rise in popularity even led to you having to hop on a flight to japan, not only to be interviewed further, but also for an event for the brand you ambassador.
the celine event had an air of sophistication and elegance. it was a sort of luxurious haven where celebrities and models mingled under the crystal chandeliers, surrounded by other âfancy stuffâ as you would say. soft music played, mixing in with the sound of conversations and clicks of cameras. attendees were showcasing the brandâs newest pieces for the season, with handbags being paraded, their metallic accents catching the light.
you fit quite well into the scene, it would be a lie to say you werenât one of the main events. there was an effortless style exuded from you, clad in tailored slacks that were held perfectly by a leather celine belt. draped over your frame was a crewneck sweater with the brandâs logo, and to finish off the look you had another leather piece on your shoulder: a matching handbag to go with your belt.Â
the first hour was spent smiling for the cameras and eavesdropping on the whispers about your recent rise in popularity. more cameras flashed, and journalists angled for a glimpse, but your focus soon shifted when an all too familiar figure stepped into view. maybe youâre overwhelmed, maybe itâs not her, there so many people here. at least thatâs what you told yourself.
once you got a breather, taking the time to roam around the area, you barely had a moment to process before a gentle bump jolted you out of your thoughts.
a woman, draped in a stunning beige dress accented with a sleek grey blazer, stumbled slightly. instinct kicked in, and your hand shot out to catch her arm, steadying her. wide yes met yours, surprise softening into a shy, grateful smile as she regained her balance.
âoh my, iâm so sorry!â she breaths out, her cheeks tinting a faint pink. âi didnât see you there.â
âare you okay?â you ask, your mind catching up to the moment. your gaze lingered as recognition fell over youÂ
danielle.
the feel of her arm in your grasp made your heart stutter, but you forced yourself to stay composed.Â
âyes, iâm fine, thanks,â danielle says, straightening up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. âi never expected to bump into you. not like thisânot literally.â
your smile turns sheepish. âiâ i guess i made quite an impression,â you joke lightly, withdrawing your hand slowly.
her eyes light up with recogniition. âwell, the live from last week was more of one,â she teases, her tone warm and playful. the mention of the live made your face heat up, and a laugh bubbled out as you glanced at the floor for a second.
âyou sawâŠ?â you ask, rubbing the back of your neck.Â
âi think everyone did,â she giggled, her smile softening as she added, âit was... really sweet.â
the initial nervousness faded as the two of you fell into conversation, friendly and hesitant at first, but your words quickly became more confident as you both exchanged stories and thoughts on the celine events. compliments flowed naturally, and you found yourself surprised at how easy it was to talk to her beyond the admiration you held at a distance. danielle, on the other hand, grew noticeably more flustered as you threw in subtle flirtationsâquick grins, playful remarks about how she looked so much better up close and in person.
âwow, it wasnât the drinks that make you so⊠charming, huh?â she says with a small laugh, eyes shining as she tried to regain composure.
âwell, iâm finally getting the chance to talk to someone iâve been wanting to meet for a whike,â you admitted, voice soft and genuine. âi just wanted to be transparent, is that alright with you?â
âof course.â her smile turns bashful, and for a moment, silence settled between you two, comfy and warm. the lights dimmed as the models prepared for the runway, but neither of you paid it much attention even after being separated again.
after the showcase, you two found each other again, wanting to exchange numbers.Â
âthis is the first time iâve given a fan my number.â danielle admits jokingly as you type in your contact information. you look up from the phone and smirk, sending a weird shiver down danielleâs spine.
âreally? iâm honored.â you say, handing the phone back. âletâs talk soon, okay? iâd really love to be friends, and iâm really sorry for the whole livestream incident by the way. sorry again.â
she laughs, smiling at you and itâs really strange how it makes you feel all tingly.Â
âitâs alright y/n. would you like to hangout when weâre back in korea? if thatâs alright.â
âoh, yes, of course.â you smile at her once more before looking at the text from your manager: rideâs here, you ready? the notification earns a small sigh from you. you glance back at danielle and bite your lip to prevent a frown. âwell, iâll see you.â
âwonderful.â
â
when you think youâve had your peak of attention, it just seems to grow more and more.
the morning after the celine event your phone buzzed against the nightstand of your hotel, waking you up. squinting, you reached for it, the device cool against your fingers. notifications flooded your screen, but at this point thatâs nothing new. at the top, there was a teasing text from mark:
âlooks like you made quite the impression last night. maybe your live wasnât so bad for your social life, huh?â
curiosity piqued, you scrolled through social media, your eyes widening as countless photos of the event filled your feed. comments from fans were overwhelmingly supportive, celebrating the unexpected dynamic between you and danielle.Â
most of the photos were candid shotsâthe two of you caught in conversation, eyes bright with amusement, smiles soft and natural. the internet had already begun to label you as friends (which you didnât mind at all), though some comments and posts werenât so subtle as they implied something more, playfully shipping you two as a potential couple.
you rolled your eyes â it was ridiculous â you werenât even sure whether or not she liked girls like that. even if she did, the whole livestreamâą probably weirded her out. what you sought was friendship, but the ship posts did make you smile to yourself. maybe youâre just weird. you figured you needed to snap out of it.
unfortunately for you, more photos entertained the idea of something more than friends. in them, you were gently holding danielleâs wrist, steadying her as sheâd momentarily lost her balance that night. the angle caught the way her expression softened as she looked at you, an unguarded moment that felt oddly intimate, almost cinematic.Â
youâve acted in various romance scenes, but none of them were real. neither did any of them look as⊠jaw-dropping as this.
the caption on one post read: âthe way they look at each other⊠could this be the start of something?â the reactions were a mix of heart emojis, enthusiastic comments, and threads analyzing your body language and every nuance of the pictures. your cheeks warmed as you scrolled through, noticing how even the simplest gestures were being magnified and dissected as if this were an advanced art course.
you reread the text from your mark, smiling as you typed back a short light-hearted response:
âmaybe i should go live more often? hahaâ
even as you set your phone down, your mind replayed the moments from the night beforeâher laugh, the way conversation flowed effortlessly, and that brief touch that started to flood your mind.Â
you simply had a friend crush on her, nothing more, right? probably, you hope,
â
danielle pushes open the front door of the dorm, the familiar warmth and laughter of her members greeting her as she set down her bags. before she could make it further into the living room, hanni glanced up from her phone and smirked knowingly.
âlook whoâs back! how was the celine event?â hanniâs tone was casual, but her eyes glimmered with mischief.
danielleâs brows furrowed slightly, but before she could answer, hyein popped up from the couch, waving her phone in the air. âmore importantly, how was this?â she tapped on the screen, and a slideshow of photoâs appearedâthe ones that had been trending online. danielle, dressed up elgantly, smiling up at you as your hand was on her wrist, both your expressions open and genuine.
âoh, thatâŠâ danielle felt her cheeks warm. âit was nice. we talked a bit actually, y/n is really cool!â
âreally cool?â minji echoes from the kitchen, âthatâs a new one.â
âsheâs just a new friend i made who happens to be an actor,â danielle rushed out, even as a small uncertain flutter stirred in her chest. the words felt like they were only said to cover something up, but danielle couldnât pinpoint what it was that she was trying to hide. sheâd made new friends before, but none of them left her thinking about them the whole flight back home. she felt kind of restless in a way, but maybe thatâs because you had a different kind of charm and aspect to you.
âa new friend and actor who also has a celebrity crush on you?â minji asks.
âpeople have celebrity crushes and that doesnât mean anything, minji. besides, iâm not much of a celebrity to her anymore, am i? i mean weâve met properly now.â
hanni raises a brow at danielleâs comeback, exchanging a look with hyein, who giggles. âright, just an actor who has expressed her admiration for you in great depth. okay.â hanni draws out the last word, amused. danielle crosses her arms, feigning annoyance but feeling a heat creeping up her neck.
the group finally eases off, shrugging and returning to their own chatter, but danielle couldnât shake the lingering awareness. maybe it was just the newness of it all, youâre an actor, a very famous one now at least.Â
her eyes dart to the pictures on hyeinâs phone again. the moment you had caught her from stumbling was simple, just an instinctive touch, but there was something about it that replayed in her mind. it was confusingâthis new, unfamiliar feeling. she hadnât considered herself someone who might fall for a girl, and thereâs nothing wrong with girlâs liking⊠girls. but youâre not a girl that she likes, at least not romantically. youâre just really pretty and nice, and besides, she hasnât even gotten to know you on a deeper level.
still, sheâs spiralling a little.
â
y/n: hey :-) i just got back to my apartment it was nice bumping into you! let me know when youâre free? if youâd like to grab a bite or something of course youâre really pretty in person sorry, iâm fangirling haha
soobinâs top half of his face is on the top right corner of your phone as you stare at the screen. you sigh, cringing at each text youâve sent. soobin raises a brow at the sudden change in expression, plus the small pout on your face now.
âwhat now?â he questions.
âam i doing too much? what if she blocks me. what if i just dieââ
danielle: hi! i was watching a movie with the members hehe it was really nice meeting you! iâve been a fan of your projects i really liked your scene in doctor strange as well and in your recent film youâre a very good actor!
you literally drop your phone, earning a confused noise from soobin. when you pick it up again, heâs making a face that asks for more answers, but youâre too busy waiting for texts to pop up after her little typing bubble forms.
danielle: iâm booked tomorrow, how about the day after? you can pick the time and place đ
y/n: iâm busy tomorrow and the day after unfortunately đ how about in three days?
danielle: iâm free in the evening đ
y/n: thatâs perfect! canât wait
danielle: me neither âșïž i really enjoyed talking to you at the event
y/n: aw, thanks youâre really cute and sweet, danielle
danielle: im blushing stop!! hahaha iâll text you in the morning y/n đâ€ïž
y/n: okay!Â
soobin is still on call with you when you drop the phone on your bed again. he hears a the sound of your feet kicking against the bed and a small squeal.
âwhat?â he squints at the screen as you pick your phone up again.
âdanielle and i are hanging out on friday.â
he looks surprised as he says, âreally?â
âwhy do you sound so baffled⊠i can make friends soobinâŠâ you huff, pouting at him.
â
you exhale deeply as you look at yourself in the mirror. thereâs a green, long-sleeve comme des garcon top that you spent way too much money on hugging you just right, accentuating the build of your arms that you worked very hard for due to the new movie. custom-tailored denim fits your legs loosely, held by the same celine belt you wore at the thrilling event.
to hide your identity a bit more, you wore a beanie and a zip-up hoodie on top (another piece of clothing you spent way too much money on. you need to stop buying vintage exclusively), as well as some sunglasses.
you head out of your apartment, slip a mask on, and take the elevator down.Â
itâs been a while since youâve walked around and enjoyed the area you lived in, so you decided to walk to where you agreed to meet danielle: your favorite cafe.
it was a fifteen-minute walk, a quick five-minute bus ride, then five more minutes of walking until you reached your destination. when you get there, danielle is already sat at a table. you catch her checking her phone and smile to yourself.
âhey,â you greet, sitting in front of her. âdid you wait long?â
ânot at all,â she shakes her head, then looks down at her drink. âi just got a latte actually, i was going to text you earlier. ah! i shouldâve waited to buyââ
ânoâ no, itâs fine.â you assure, grinning. âiâll buy one myself and meet you back here, give me a minute.â
âright, of course.âÂ
you give her another small grin before ordering something simple: an almond latte. you waited only two minutes for it before heading back to danielle. after placing down your mug, danielle looks amazed at the tulip design, pulling out her phone and taking a picture. itâs cute, the gesture, and herâbut thatâs for you to keep to yourself.
you meet back with danielle, whoâs in the same booth by the window. the cafe was quaint and tucked into a quiet street corner, so there wasnât usually much attention or people. you really liked that aspect, considering your status, so it easily became your favorite spot.Â
and because there wasnât much going on, it was easy for danielle to be under some sort of spotlightâin this case itâs the autumn afternoon glow hitting her features. you remind yourself that this is just a platonic hangout, obviously. itâs not exactly a date, maybe a friend dateâbut the closer you got to her the more you started to question the âfriendly meet-up.â
âthis place is so cozy,â danielle says, glancing around as she took a sip of her latte. âthanks for suggesting it! iâve been so cooped up and busy, havenât had much time to go around. plus, itâs nice to be somewhere new.â
âi um, thought you would like itâŠâ you reply, stirring your coffee absentmindedly. âi mean i like it a lot. itâs my go-to spot, a little hidden gem when i first got to korea. itâs also really quiet at this time, so no chance of anyone recognizing us.â
danielle smiled at that, her cheeks warming. âi canât tell if thatâs comforting or more nerve-warcking.â
âis that so?â you tease, âafraid youâll be stuck with me if no one interrupts?â
she laughs, shaking her head. ânot exactly⊠i actually really like being here with you.â
you grinâa bit bashfully. âaw, iâm glad im here with you too. i still canât get over the fact that iâm with newjeansâ danielle.âÂ
she shakes her head, absentmindedly stirring her straw in her iced latte as she looks at you. " well, i hope that now⊠between us... i can just be danielle, even dani, if you prefer that.â
she gives you a shy smile before dropping her gaze to her coffee, and for a second you swear you saw a faint blush on her cheeks. maybe itâs the light.Â
âso,â she says, changing the subject, âis your schedule hectic these days? with what iâve seenâyou know, your promotionsâshooting for movies and events; i donât know how you do it.â
âsometimes i donât know either,â you chuckle, shrugging. âitâs worth it though. its kind of surrealâi used to watch your performances before i was this⊠known⊠and think, âwow, she must be busy,â but now i get it.â
ââreally?â danielle raises an eyebrow, looking genuinely intrigued.
âuhâyeah. not just you! i hope i donât sound weird⊠you know i used to watch all those celebrity interviews, korean and western artists, and i thought about my future being like that. um, anyways, yeahâyou and your members are super talented. i mean, obviously youâre killing it in every way possibleâÂ
danielleâs smile grows upon seeing the visible blush and how evidently flustered you are.
you sig heavily, âiâm not beating the fangirl allegations⊠sorry.â
she looks at you with a softness in her eyes, giggling before sipping on her drink. you noticed her cheeks were definitely tinged pink now.Â
âthatâs⊠really sweet. and, um, mutual. iâve been a fan of your acting for a while now, actually. so this is all still kinda unreal.â she admits.
you both fall into comfortable conversation, sharing stories about work and laughing about awkward encounters with fans and strange industry moments. you felt completely at ease, and danielleâs laughter was contagious, filling the air with something warm. the feeling lingered even as you two left the cafe together.
the walk back was leisurely, your voices blending as the city got louder.
âdo you get nervous though?â danielle asks after a while, pulling her jacket tighter against the breeze of the evening. âwith acting, i mean. especially with bigger roles. i hope itâs not awkward to ask but⊠you know, with romance films too.â
âi get that question a lot, itâs not weird at all dani.â you nod as danielle hides the growing smile after hearing her nickname slip from your lips. âiâm always nervous. but i think iâd worry more if i didnât feel like that, you know? it kind of keeps me on my feet, makes it feel real.â
she nods in understanding. âthat makes sense.â
âyou get it.â
as you neared her dorm building, a sense of bittersweetness crept in. the evening had gone by too fast, and you werenât quite ready for it to end. you stopped a few feet from the entrance, scanning the area to make sure no one was around.
âright, i guess weâre here,â you muttered under your breath, looking back at her with a nervous expression.
she gives you a forced smile, something bittersweet. âyeah.â
âiâll let you go now, i had a lot of fun.â
âme too.â
âyeah?â
âyeah.â danielle breathes out, her smile much more shy than before now. you catch her biting the inside of her lip just barelyÂ
her eyes sparkle a bit, the streetlight reflecting off her pupils. you gaze at her for a few seconds more before nodding. before you can start to walk away, she steps forward and wraps her arms around you in a warm, gentle hug. your breath catches, but you quickly relax and reciprocate. it seems natural, like you were meant to be this close.
âthank you for today,â she murmurs, voice barely audible.
âthank you for agreeing to hangout despite my⊠unorthodox impression.â you reply with a giggle, your voice just as soft. âiâm glad we did this.â
when she pulls back, you meet her gaze, faces just inches apart. she looks at your almost dazed expression, with your cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted. you quickly caught herself and laughed, trying to play it cool.
âalright, well, i guess iâll see you soon?â you say, shifting a little on your feet.
âyes,â she says, feeling her heart pounding a bit. âi hope we can do this again.â
danielle is a touchy person, this is visible on camera and to everyone she loves. still, it surprises you when she leaps back onto you, hugging you once more before slipping inside the building.Â
you waited until she was out of sight before turning away, unable to keep the grin off your face.
â
the next day, more specifically the next evening, you have an interview at six.
you, your costars soobin and jaehyun, are all caught in an interview. thereâs a white backdrop behind you all, with makeup artists adding final touches and shifting your hair. soobinâs in a simple cardigan and jeans, while jaehyun is wearing a sweater that compliments what soobin is wearing. you, on the other hand, are clad in something that makes you stand out more: metal frames, a blazer, and slacks.Â
the cameraâs start to roll, then the director gives you the green light.
the interviewer smiled warmly, leaning forward as he kicked off with, âso, congratulations on the movie! itâs been getting amazing reviews, and your performance as a supporting lead has been a major highlight. how does it feel to finally see it out in the world?â
you smiled, shifting in your seat. âhonestly, itâs surreal. we put so much work into this film, and seeing people connect with itâitâs the best feeling. iâm really grateful.â
âletâs talk about filming,â he continues, glancing between the three of you. âwhat were the hardest and most fun parts of being on set?â
soobin jumped in first, grinning. âhardest part? probably the weather during those outdoor scenes. we were freezing half the time.â
you nod in agreement. âoh, definitely. there was this one night shoot where we were all layered up between takes, but as soon as the cameras started rolling, we had to act like it was summer. my teeth were literally chattering.â
âand the most fun?â the interviewer asks, tilting his head.
âthe cast,â you said immediately, glancing at soobin and jaehyun. âwe had such a good time together, even during the long hours. there were so many inside jokes and random moments that just made everything easier. it really felt like a family. theyâre idiots, but i love them to death.â
âjaehyun, what about you?â the interviewer asked.
he chuckles. âfor me, it was watching these two try to improvise during that one diner scene. they were so into it, and the director was loving it, but the rest of us were just trying not to laugh.â
you groan playfully. âdonât remind me! that scene was so⊠chaotic.â
the interviewer laughs, clearly enjoying the dynamic between the three of you. âspeaking of scenes, do you have a favorite?â
âhmm,â you say, thinking. âi really loved the quieter moments, like the scene where my character finally opens up to soobinâs. it was just... really emotional and rewarding to film. looking over it really surprised how well acted-out it was.â
âand you two had such great chemistry,â he adds, raising an eyebrow knowingly. âfans are already talking about it. do you think that dynamic came naturally?â
you and soobin exchanged a look, and he smirked. âwell, you know, y/n and i are professionals.â
âoh, stop,â you push him lightly, rolling your eyes with a laugh. âsoobinâs great to work with, though. he made it really easy.â
âis that why youâre so good at teasing her?â jaehyun chimed in, earning a laugh from the room.
the interviewer leaned forward, suddenly switching gears. âspeaking of fans, y/n, people have been buzzing about your recent live stream. you mentioned being a fan of danielle from newjeans, right?â
you felt your cheeks warm, but you nod. âyeah, iâve been a fan of their music since debut. theyâre insanely talented.â
soobin, your wrost enemy, grins. âshe left out the part where she called danielle one of the prettiest people sheâs ever seen.â
âsoobin!â you protest, laughing but clearly embarrassed. âheâs just jealous that i talk to her more than he talks to bebe rexha.â you retort, earning a pout from soobin.
âsheâs not wrong,â jaehyun chimes with a teasing smile. âevery time her name comes up, y/n turns into a total fangirl.â
âokay, thatâs enough,â you said, trying to shut them down but laughing too hard to be serious. âlook, danielle is really sweet. weâve texted a bit, even met in person, and sheâs just as nice as she seems.â
the interviewer didnât miss a beat. âso, whatâs it like talking to someone youâve admired for so long?â
you hesitate for a moment, then smile. âitâs honestly been really cool. sheâs interesting and kind and just... really easy to talk to. and yeah, sheâs absolutely gorgeous, but thatâs probably not news to anyone. sheâs everything i ranted about in my infamous livestreamâŠâ
the room erupted in laughter, and soobin locked eyes with the camera. âdid you hear that, danielle? she thinks youâre gorgeous.â
you buried your face in your hands, groaning. âwhy did i agree to this interview?â
the interviewer grinned, clearly loving every second. âwell, it sounds like youâve made a great new friend. and who knows? maybe weâll see her at one of your premieres and not just the celine event someday.â
âmaybe,â you said with a shy smile, trying to brush it off. but deep down, the thought made your heart race.
the cast laughs, and so do you. the interviewer continues on, teasing soobin about his bloopers and viral photos. you tease him even more, considering it karma for him doing the same to you. and when you think you canât laugh anymore, they bring up jaehyunâs old films and roles, embarassing him just a bit as well.
â
the city lights blurred outside your taxi window as you leaned back, phone pressed to your ear. danielleâs soft laugh came through the line, making your stomach flip for reasons you didnât want to admit.
danielle decided to call you after your interview. when you asked why, she simply responded with a âwhy? do i need a reason to want to talk to you?â which only made your stomach twist more.
âso,â she began, voice playful, âyou survived the interview, huh? did your costars expose your secrets?â
you groaned dramatically. âthey did. they kept teasing me about⊠well, you.âÂ
âabout me?â her tone was teasing, but you could hear the hint of curiousity hidden in it.
âtheyâre relentless dani,â you mutter, though the smile on your face was obvious in your voice. ânext time, iâm dragging them into a live stream and making them go through public humiliation.â
she laughs again, light and airy. you lean against the window and smile harder. âyouâre quite dramatic, y/n. maybe they jus like pointing out the obvious~â
âthe obvious?â you ask, feigning innocence.
âyou know, ho wmuch you like me,â she teased, her words carrying something playful.
âoh shut up,â you groan again, laughing despite yourself. âiâm never live streaming again. youâve ruined me.â
âyouâre the one who brought me up in the first place,â she counters, tone smug. âdonât blame me for how smitten you are.â
âsmitten? rightâŠâ you shoot back. âsomeoneâs confident.â
âonly because you keep giving me reasons to,â she quipped, but there was a slight softness in her voice now, like the banter was more of a cover.Â
youâre impossible,â you say, shaking your head, your your smile only widened. you bite your bottom lip, twirling your hair ever so slightly. âbut youâre also probably exhausted. you should get some rest.â
âarenât you exhausted from the interview? i only had practiceâyouâre telling me to rest?â she teases, though her tone had softened further.
âiâm serious,â you say, voice queter now. âsleep tight, danielle.â
there was a pause on the other end, not awkward but lingering. âyou two,â she said eventually, her voice just as soft.
you both stayed on the line a moment longer, neither of you wanting to hang up. finall, you broke the silence.Â
âgoodnight.â
âgoodnight,â she echoed before the call ended, âstay safe.â
leaning your head back, you sigh, letting the giddiness settle in your chest. as the taxi pulled closer to your place, you decided to send her a pictureâyour post interview outfit, slightly rumpled, hair a bit messy, and a tired peace sign held up for the camera.
a moment later, her response popped up:
danielle:Â cute
your heart skipped, and then another text followed.
danielle:Â goodnight :-)
you stared at your screen for a long moment, grinning like an idiot, before typing back a quick ânight.â you tucked your phone away, feeling like you could float the rest of the way home.
â
âmorning?â you respond tiredly, leaning against your counter. âsomething up?â
he huffs, great.Â
âmorning? try good afternoon,â your managerâs voice came through, laced with exasperation. âwe have a situation.â
you already dreaded whatever was coming next. âare you serious?â
âi donât know how you do it.â
âwhat?â
âhow have you managed to go viral again? you and soobin this time: dating rumors.â he says.Â
âwhat?â you respond in disbelief, âme andâ me and that bitcâ me and soobin? thereâs absolutely no way.â
âthere are pictures from the interview yesterday going viral,â your manager explained. âpeople are assuming that you and soobin might have something going on.â
mark hears you make a disgusted noise through the phone. âwhy the hell would they think that?â
âapparently, you two were standing close, thereâs one of you leaning on him, and another where youâre laughing while nudging him. theyâre harmless, bit fans are running with it. despite your whole danielle thing, fans are running with this. boy and girl, girl and boyâyou know the gist, things run around faster and easier.
you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. âthatâs so grossâheâs soobin. heâs like⊠a brother to me. and iâm a lesbian.â
âi know that, trust me. but the internet doesnât,â mark says dryly. âjust be careful. maybe you two can talk to each other, clear the air?â
âokay, okay. iâll talk to you later.â you muttered before hanging up.
you check out social media for a bit, looking at the pictures going around and furrow your brows at how platonic they look. a girl canât lean on her guy friend anymore? okay⊠right.
immediately, you pull up your contacts, scrolling to soobinâs name.
y/n: we have heterosexual allegations
not even a minute later, your phone buzzed with an incoming call. you answered, alreadying rolling your eyes. âsoob.â
âwe have straight allegations?â he questions, voice filed with disbelief, even despair. âgod, no. absolutely not⊠not you, especially.â
âthanks,â you deadpanned.
âyouâre welcome,â he quips, âbut seriously, what do we do? should we post something?â
âdefinitely. letâs make this clear before is spirals. people are already clipping us from other interviews and our scenes.â you say, standing up right. âiâll post something on my instagram: the pictures we took yesterday. iâll caption it something normal and you can just reply normally. simple fix, right?â
âperfect,â soobin agrees. âyou post it, and iâll repost. weâll just step on the fire.â
within minutes, you were typing out the caption, attaching a candid picture from the event of you two laughing together. once the post was live, you refreshed your feed, watching as likes and comments poured in. soobin reposted it immediately with a laughing emoji, and soon enough, the narrative started shifting.
you couldnât help but smile in relief as you saw comments like: âokay, but their friendship is so cute,â and âbest friends of the industry!â
you texted soobin one last time: crisis = over. lunch sometime this week?
his reply was instant: only if youâre paying.
â
danielle scrolled through her phone, her face buried in the pillow as she lay on her stomach. the soft glow of the screen illuminated the quiet room, the only sounds being her occasional sighs and the muffled hum of her members beyond her closed door.Â
twitter was like a battlefield, one she didnât fully understand. the pictures of you and soobin, paired with captions like ânew favorite couple?â and âlook at their chemistry!â made her chest feel heavy in a way she couldnât explain.
youâre just friends, she thought to herself. why do i even care?
yet, despite trying to brush it off, her fingers kept scrolling. she stared at the photos for longer than she wanted to admit, her stomach twisting uncomfortably. why did it feel like this? you werenât hers, youâre your own person.
you two have only gone out together once, spent time with each other maybe twice, and havenât really indulged in anything deeper. if anything it felt right that you and soobin were a thing, considering the chemistry she noticed in interviews and whatnot. still, she frowned, thinking there was something different between the two of you. especially the way you noticed and looked at her like no one had before.
a knock on the door broke her from her spiraling thoughts. before she could answer, haerin poked her head in.
âdanielle? are you okay? you havenât come out all morning.â
danielle quickly locked her phone, shoving it under her pillow. âiâm fine,â she lied, her voice muffled against the pillow.
haerin frowned, stepping inside and sitting at the edge of the bed. âyou donât seem fine.â she gently tugged at danielleâs arm. âwhatâs going on?â
danielle groaned but didnât resist when haerin pulled the pillow away. âitâs stupid,â she muttered.
âstupid or not, youâre clearly upset. tell me,â haerin pressed, her tone soft but firm.
danielle hesitated before finally mumbling, âi saw the rumors about y/n and soobin.â
haerin raised an eyebrow, confused. âokay? why does that bother you?â
âi donât know!â danielle sat up abruptly, running a hand through her hair. âit shouldnât. but seeing those pictures⊠it just⊠it made me feel weird. i donât like it, ugh!â
haerin tilted her head, studying danielle carefully. âweird how?â
danielle hugged her knees to her chest, avoiding haerinâs gaze. âlike... sad. but that doesnât make sense, right? i mean, she can date whoever she wants.â
realization dawned on haerinâs face, and she leaned closer. âdanielle... do you like y/n?â
danielle froze, her cheeks flushing. âwhat? no! i meanâŠâ she trailed off, her heart racing. did she?
haerin waited patiently, her expression calm.
âi donât know,â danielle admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. âiâve never felt like this before. and if i do⊠isnât it weird? liking a girl? iâve never done that before, iâve never really liked anyone period⊠but if i did i figured itâd be a guy. i mean i kind of always noticed the female celebrities more andâ oh my god, am i gay? i like girls⊠i think iâve always liked girls. why am i realizing so lateââ
haerinâs eyes softened. she reached out, placing a reassuring hand on danielleâs shoulder. âitâs not weird, danielle. itâs normal. liking someoneâboy or girlâdoesnât make you any different. it just makes you human. itâs fine, itâs no big deal. like who you like.â
danielle looked at haerin, her eyes wide and uncertain. âbut what if itâs not okay? what if i ruin things by feeling this way?â
haerin shook her head. âyouâre not ruining anything. feelings can be scary, especially when theyâre new. but you donât have to figure everything out right now. take your time, okay? and no matter what, iâm here for you. iâve been there, i think there are two others in the dorm that have been too.â
danielle nodded slowly, the weight in her chest lifting slightly. âthanks, haerin. i think⊠i just need some time to think.â
âof course, i understand,â haerin said with a small smile. âbut for now, letâs get you out of bed. youâre not going to figure anything out by hiding under the covers. maybe youâll think clearly after a bit of breakfastâbrunch.â
danielle chuckled softly, letting haerin pull her to her feet. though her heart still felt heavy, haerinâs words gave her a small sense of comfort. maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.
 â
âno way am i spending that much on something iâll only wear once,â he said, putting a jacket back on the rack.
you two were in some pop-up store downtown, meandering through racks of high-end clothing. the smell of fresh leather and faint hints of something floral lingered in the air. music hummed in the air, some type of house playlist.Â
âyou could always expensive it as a âcostume pieceâ for another project.â you laugh, fingers brushing idly against the fabric of a blazer nearby.
âif only it worked like that,â he snorted, glancing at you. âspeaking of work, whenâs the next press event? arenât we supposed to fly out soon? thereâs too much on my plate⊠but itâs worse for jaehyun.â
ânext week,â you replied absentmindedly, your attention more on your phone than the clothes. the screen buzzed in your hand, and you glanced down immediately, eyes scanning the notification. it wasnât from danielle. you frowned slightly and slipped the phone back into your pocket.
âthatâs the third time youâve done that in five minutes,â soobin noted, a small grin on his lips. âlet me guessâwaiting for a certain someone to text? a certain singer~?â
your ears burned. âwhat? no. iâm justâi donât know, checking stuff. my um,â you cough, âmy momâŠâ
âchecking stuffâŠâ he repeated, his smirk growing. âyou are not slick. itâs danielle, isnât it? waiting for her?â
he laughs when you roll your eyes at him, then raises a brow when you donât deny it.
âyouâre so obvious.â he teases, nuding your shoulder. âitâs cute though. fangirl crush to⊠whatever this isââtext flirtationâ?â
âoh my god, you donât shut up do you?â you say, though the corner of your mouth twitches into a smile. before you could retort further, your phone buzzed againâwhen you check it this time, danielleâs name lit up on the screen. without hesitation, you step away and hold up a hand to soobin.
âhold that thought,â you say, walking a few feet away for some privacy.
âhey,â you greet, trying to keep your voice casual, though you couldnât stop the slight hint of excitement.
âhi,â her voice is soft through the phone, and you could hear the faint sound of city traffic in the background. âare you busy?â
âno, not at all,â you assure her. âiâm shopping with soobin. whatâs up?â
there was a brief pause on her end before she says, âi was wondering if youâd want to go on a walk tonight? itâs been a long day, and i though itâd be nice to⊠you know, just talk. ah! i hope you donât mind⊠i just⊠missed you. i know weâve hangout only a few times, but i really like your energy! oh god, iâm rambling arenât iââ
âiâd love that.â you smile into the phone, balancing your weight on one foot then the other. âthatâs perfect, yeah of course. donât worry about rambling⊠donât ever.â
âokay,â her tone lighter now. âwell, i have a shoot. iâll text you more details, okay?â
âperfect. iâll see you.â you say, feeling a little giddy as you hang up.Â
when you walked back over to soobin, he was leaning against a rack of coats, eyebrows raised knowingly.Â
âsomeone looks happy,â he teases, âlet me guessâdate?â
ânot a date,â you correct him, though the hear rising to your cheeks betrayed you. âjust a walk, you know.â
âthatâs gay.â he mutters, earning a shove. he smirks at you, then adds, âwell whatever helps you sleep at nightâeven if thatâs a âwalk.ââ
you shoved his shoulder again, but the smile lingered on your face. even as you tried to focus on the clothes in front of you, your thoughts were already elsewhere counting down the hours until tonight.
â
the riverside was serene, the water reflecting the city lights in the rippled patterns. the air was crisp but not biting, just how you like it. you spot danielle standing by the railing, her arms wrapped around herself as she gazed out over the water. her hair caught the light, framing her face in soft wavesâher natural hair always left you in aweâand for a moment, you just stood there taking in the sight.
âhey,â you call, breaking her reverie.
she turned, her face lighting up with a warm smile. âyou made it! hi.â
âof course. why would i miss it?â you say, stepping closer until you were side by side.
the two of you started walking, the rhythm of your steps syncing naturally. conversation came easily, as it always did with her. danielle talked about her schedule, how sheâd been trying to find a balance between work and rest. you shared bits about your own projects, the highs and lows of the past week and even something you might audition for.
âitâs a lot sometimes,â she admits, glancing at you. âbut i guess itâs just part of it, you know? the good things outweigh whatever is bad.â
you nod. âfor sure. but itâs okay to feel overwhelmed too. youâre doing amazing, though. seriously.â
she looks down, a shy smile tugging at her lips. âthanks. that means a lot.â
as the conversation flowed further, the distance between the two of you shrank until your shoulders brushed with each step. the contact was subtle, but it was the only thing you could think about. you were hyper-aware of the spaceâor lack thereofâbetween you. danielle didnât pull away, and neither did you.
a light breeze swept by, and you noticed her ears twitch. without thinking, you pulled your beanie off and held it out to her.Â
âhere,â you say, âitâs not much, but i think itâll help.â
âoh, no, itâs okay,â she starts, but you were already placing it gently over her head, adjusting it so it fit snugly.
âlooks good on you,â you admit, stepping back to admire her. âactually, you look better in it than i do. i might have to let you keep it.âÂ
she laughs softly, her cheeks pink from more than just the cold. âyouâre just saying that.â
âiâm not,â you reply, voice light but sincere. âtrust me.â
she looks at you for a moment, her eyes warm and searching before breaking into a smile. âthanks.â
you resumed walking, the easy conversation picking up again, but the air between you felt different nowâwarmer, closer.Â
as the night wore on, the city seemed to fade away, which left the two of you. your steps were in rhythm and your hearts quietly beat at the same time, to another rhythm that neither of you wanted to name.
the sound of leaves rustling fills the spaces between your conversation as you and danielle continued to walk along the riverside. the path was lit by lampposts, casting a soft light that made everything seem dreamlike. danielle, however, seemed distracted, her steps just a fraction slower than before.
âsoooo,â she begins, voice tentative. âi saw something earlier.âÂ
you turned your head to look at her, curious. âyeah? what was it?â
âpictures of you and soobin had been going around on twitter,â she says, glancing sideways at you. âpeople were⊠assuming things.â
it took you a second to realize what she meant, but when you did, you let out a short laugh. âoh, that. again?â
she nods. her expression remained the same as normal, but her hands fidgeted with the sleeves of her sweater. âyeah. you two seem close.â
âweâre realy close.â you say easily, not noticing the slight edge of hesitation in her tone. âbut not like that. soobinâs like⊠my brother? maybe a favorite cousin. itâs very platonic.â
her eyes darted up to meet yours, flickering with something unreadable. âoh,â she says softly, her voice a little brighter. âi guess that makes sense.â
you tilt your head, catching the faint shift in her demeanor. âbesides,â you added, a small smirk tugging at your lips, âiâm one hundred percent gay. women only.â
danielleâs steps faltered for a brief moment again, and you noticed the way her cheeks flushed under the streetlights. she recovered quickly though, and let out a small laugh. âoh. thatâs good to know.â
âyeah,â you nod and shove your hands into your pockets. âsoobinâs great, but absolutely not my type. not even close.âÂ
danielle chuckles, her gaze fixed ahead now. âwhen did you figure that out? you know, about being gay?â
you thought for a moment, the question catching you a little off guard but not unwelcome. âprobably when i was in high school,â you admitted. âi mean, i always kind of knew, but it really hit me when i found myself completely zoning out over this one girl in my art class. she was kind of like you, pretty and nice and sweet andââ you stopped yourself, âyeahâŠâ
danielle smiels, her curiosity evident now. âwas it hard? like, coming to terms with it?â
âit had its moments,â you say honestly. âi was scared at first, like, what people would think or how my family would react. but once i told myself it was okay to just... be myself, it got easier. and iâve been luckyâmy friends and family have been super supportive. itâs normal anyway⊠being infatuated, finding girls attractive, and,â you look at her a little closer now, âhaving crushes on girls.â
danielle nods, her gaze lingering on you a beat too long before she looks away. there was something⊠softer in her expression now, a quiet kind of admiration mixed with something else. you noticed the shift but didnât comment, not wanting to break the moment.
âthatâs nice,â she says finally, her voice quieter than before. âi think itâs brave.â
you shrugged, trying to play it off, but the sincerity in her tone made your chest tighten. âjust being honest, i guess.â
the conversation pauses, but the air between you felt warmer now, more intimate. danielleâs eyes flicker to you again, her expression thoughtful, and you couldnât help but feel like you were walking closerânot just in steps, but in something unspoken between you two.
âwhy do you ask, anyway?â you question.
âah, wellââ she completely short circuits, trying to find the right words. âthereâs, well, i think i um, i like someone. i donât know, well, i do.â
you raise a brow, looking at her confusingly.
and then it hits.
sheâs avoiding your gaze, fidgeting with her fingers, and the blush on her cheeks is apparent. itâs all apparent: sheâs asking you about liking girls, calling you when she can, texting you, complimenting youâit all makes sense now, everything leading up to it. and youâve been dropping hints too, but you never noticed hers.
âand whatâs this girl like? is she nice?â
âahâ well, itâsâ i donât know. sheâs really sweet, but anyway,â she tries to shift the conversation, but you butt in.
âiâve been kind of into this girl actually.â you admit, kicking a rock on the ground nervously.Â
âreally?â
you hum.
âwhat is she like?â danielle asks, glancing at you shyly now.
âwell,â you start, sucking in the courage to continue on. âsheâs really pretty, and i managed to get closer with her in just two months. i always had a little friend crush on her, but even so i always thought she was gorgeous.â
âis that so?â danielleâs cheeks flush a bit as the realization starts to hit. âwhat else?â
âwell, the more we got to know each other the more i found myself thinking of her late at night. sheâs easy to talk to and i really like that about her. iâm pretty into her, and i think a lot of people know it despite how much i try to deny it.â you shrug, looking at the ground. âum, w-what is your girl like? the girl you like.â
thereâs a smile on her face, one that would be impossible to wipe off.
âsheâs⊠sheâs really cute.â danielle says bashfully. âsheâs kind, funny, caring, and i kind of grew to like everything about her. i canât stop thinking about her and talking about her to my members, and when she posts or something about her goes viral i canât help but go a little crazy. she accidentally revealed her crush on me to a lot of people and i couldnât believe it, even now iâm unsureâŠâ
âwell i think she likes you a lot.â
âdo you?â
âmhm.â you stop in your tracks, watching danielle take a few steps before stopping. you two stare at each other for a bit, struggling to maintain eye contact. âi think sheâs been trying to ignore the fact that sheâs in love with you, but canât because youâre impossibly easy to fall in love with.â
danielle blushes, stepping closer and pushing your shoulder as she tries to compose herself.
âokay,â she mutters quietly, looking down at the ground. âdo you think she could close her eyes?â
âmaybe.â you nervously say as you close your eyes, huffing shakily.Â
danielle stares at you, features a little tenseâreally all of you is tenseâbefore leaning up a bit and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.Â
she pulls away, blushing furiously.Â
you open your eyes, blinking twice to make sure none of it is a dream. danielle stands in front of you, biting down on her teeth to try to keep herself from going insane. she looks away, scared and flustered all at the same time.
âdo you think she⊠do you think she liked that?â
you nod, âyeah, but she thinks you missed.â
âwhatââ
you cut her off, tilting her chin up and pressing a quick peck to her lips.Â
danielle gasps, then looks at you with widened eyes. seconds later she leans forward, meeting you in a longer kiss.Â
she melts a bit, your bottom lip trapped between hers as she slides her hand over to your neck. and when she pulls away, she hides her face near your ear.Â
âdid she, did she think that was okay? iâve never um, kissed a girl beforeâi havenât kissed anyone before.â
âi think she wants to kiss you again.â
danielle laughs, pulling away and cupping one of your cheeks with her hand. itâs small and soft and warm all at the same time against your burning skin. you smile as she brushes her thumb over, nodding.
âi think i want to kiss her again too.â
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Hello!!!, I just wanted to request a Claggor x pregnant reader (in the good timeline), if thatâs possible, thank you so much <3!
I had fun with this one
Arcane Imagines- Claggor
The Favorite
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Prompt: claggor and reader are expecting a baby in a few months. Their family come over with gifts.
âSweetheart, donât you dare.â My husband stopped me as I was about to pick up a part of our babyâs bed. I sigh, lifting myself back up while holding the bottom of my stomach. âClaggor I can pick up a piece of wood.â I walk over to him. He sat on the floor trying to figure out the directions to put the crib together. It was mine from when I was a baby that my mom surprisingly kept.Â
âNot if Iâm here. What if you trip and fall forwards? I would never forgive myself.â He looks up at me with a stern expression. I roll my eyes, nudging him with my knee. âIâm only 31 weeks, I donât even have the pregnancy waddle yet. So I am very capable of picking things up without tripping.â I fold my arms, a little annoyed with this conversation that weâve had before.Â
Anytime I even lift a finger I get scolded. I canât cook, I canât lift anything over 5 pounds, I canât pick things up off the ground anymore. âYouâre in denial first off because you so have a waddle. And second I am here so you donât need to be capable of picking something up. I got it.â He takes my hand, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes, taking in a deep breath. âOkay, whatever. When our princess comes out being a little diva thatâs going to be on you.â I point a finger in his face, he pretends like heâs going to bite me.
âAnd Iâll be okay with a little diva.â He goes back to building the crib.Â
I go out to our living room to sit down on the couch. I let out a bored huff. What am I supposed to do? Just sit here and read? Who does he think I am? Iâm tougher than him. I used to be a professional fighter. Now Iâm some sort of wife with a great husband who wants to take care of me.Â
My hands land on my stomach and I think about our baby who is in my tummy. What will she look like when sheâs born? I hope she has my eyebrows. Claggorâs nose.Â
A bunch of knocks sound at the door and I frown knowing I have to stand up from just sitting down. I grab the back of the couch and try to push myself up. âSit down, sit down. I got it.â Claggor rushes past me, getting the door. I blink a few times, now annoyed since I got halfway up!
Vander comes into the house holding two baskets. âI bring gifts for my grandchild!â He laughs excitedly, I grin up at him. âThank you! You didnât have to do that!â I appreciate Vander, heâs been such a good help with setting things up for his granddaughter. âAh, yes I did. Sheâs going to be such a spoiled girl.â He clasps his hands together after Claggor took the baskets from him, setting them next to me on the couch.Â
âWell, we love you.â I smile, taking the first basket and opening it to see little blankets, a thing of diapers and wipes. âThis is so helpful.â I start to tear up, Claggor sits next to me pulling me into his arms. âSorry, Iâm just so grateful for this. You donât understand.â A tear falls and my body wracks in a sob.Â
âSheâs been crying a lot more lately.â Claggor tells his dad and I sniffle. Vander snickers, âitâs alright. No worries, I know how it goes.â He waves my behavior off.Â
âPowder, Ekko and Mylo are going to be stopping by. They told me to let you know.â He exclaims, his arms over his chest as he speaks to us. âOh man, theyâre so sweet!â I cry out, hiding my face in my husband's chest. I feel him shake as he laughs at me. âSweetheart, itâs okay.â He rubs my back up and down. âSorry,â I sat up, wiping my tears. âPregnancy brain.â I grab the other basket, opening it to reveal some baby clothes. âPerfect, weâve been needing to grab some more pajamas.â I take them out of the basket, holding them up one by one to check them out. âSo cute.â I squeal, leaning my head on Claggorâs shoulder.Â
Not even moments later thereâs a pounding at the door and Vander gets it. Mylo sneaks under his arm holding a large golden necklace. âGot this for my niece so she will know who the best Uncle ever is.â He throws it over to Claggor who picks it up in between his fingers to inspect it. âYeah, sheâs never going to wear this.â He deadpans to his brother with an irritated expression.Â
âWhat!? I spent good money on that. Sheâs going to love it.â He throws his hands in the air. âMylo, this is fake. Her mother is allergic to fake metal so Iâm sure she will be too.â Claggor throws it back to the shorter guy. âOhhh! He told you.â Powder comes in with a small box, Ekko behind her with painting supplies. âHere ya go!â She places the box down in my lap. âI made them.â She proudly states, hands behind her back. I picked up a light pink rattle. I shook it and it was soft sounding. Perfect for a baby. I look at the others and there were some teething toys along with a few building blocks. âPowder, thank you! This is amazing.â I grin up at her. âAwe, itâs nothing much. Iâm excited to meet your beautiful bundle of joy!âÂ
Ekko wiggles the paint supplies and I point to the bedroom. âThank you again, Ekko!â I call after him. âNo problem! Iâm so excited to do this.â He pokes his head out to tell me and I chuckle. âAlso, could you clean this mess up? Or is the crib supposed to look like this?â He looks to Claggor who groans. âI forgot all about it. Iâll be back, babe.â He plants a kiss on my lips before heading into our daughterâs bedroom.Â
Powder plops down in his spot, Vander reprimands his other son about trying to give a baby a gold chain that ended up being fake. I giggle, turning to my sister-in-law.
âYouâre so talented Pow.â I lift up her artwork and her face flushes. âThank you, I didnât know what to get you guys for her. Ekko said something about giving you little toys. Then I thought about how I could just make the toys myself.â She explains her process and I smile. âWell this is a great gift.â
âIâm going to be her favorite uncle, trust!â Mylo tells his dad who scoffs. âYou donât even know what to get a kid.â Vander places his hands on his hips. âYouâre right but I know how to make the kid look cool. Sheâll be beating up bitches left and right.â He announces and I snort.Â
âThatâs why youâre not babysitting. Ever.â Claggor comes back into the room. He turns to look at me but then sees Powder in his spot and he frowns. âWhat? Why not?â Mylo asks.Â
âYou want my kid to be violent. Sheâs not going to be.â Claggor pinches the bridge of his nose, not believing this was actually a question. âYeah, thatâs why Iâm going to be the favorite. Praise peace and love.â Ekko peaks out behind my husband and I snicker. âYou are not going to be the favorite! You guys will eat your words when the first thing she says is Uncle Mylo.â He points at all of us. I hold my stomach from how hard Iâm laughing. Powder giggling with me, her hand grabbing onto my wrist trying to contain herself as well.Â
âHer first word will be dada. Not her uncle who is an idiot.â Claggor argues, I raise my eyebrow. Dada? Itâs definitely going to be mama but I donât have the energy to join this fight. "I'm not an idiot." Mylo furrows his eyebrows.
âIt could be Uncle Ekko. I top all you suckers.â Ekko says and now the three are all in a very heated argument about my daughter whoâs not even out of the womb yet.Â
Powder turns to me, putting a hand in front of my ear. âI hope they realize the favorite is actually going to be me⊠Gonna be so embarrassed when they find out.â She tells me and I grin. âYouâre so right.â I nod my head.Â
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Pegging & Penetration
IVEâs Jang Wonyoung & Kim Gaeul x Male Reader
1.1k words
A/N: Thanks to @capslocked for the idea lmao. Also, this is my last work before the finals, I promise.
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The sound of plastic cocks filling holesâtwo of each, to be exactâechoes through the room. You find yourself naked on the bed, on all fours. Your rear is being rammed by Gaeulâs phallus, while your mouth, breathlessly, is being used by Wonyoung.
âYes, yes, bitch boyââ Gaeul gives your ass a slap, and you moan into Wonyoungâs strap in response ââjust take my cock like that.â
âLook at me while youâre sucking my cock, slut,â says Wonyoung. You immediately comply, looking up to see that gorgeous face and her naked body. Your neck strainsâ a little.
You absolutely adore the way these two are treating youâlike a toy made to be used just for their twisted pleasures. Your tears are running down your cheeks from Wonyoungâs cock, constantly hitting the back of your throat with no relent. Your jaw is all tired from taking in Wonyoungâs length, drooling on her shaft, but you wonât complain. Being a submissive bitch boy is what youâre made for, and youâd pay fortunes to do this, even if itâs just a second.
Your ass is all gaped at this point. Gaeul fucks you hard, too hard. The tip of her cock hits your prostate repeatedly, sending shockwaves through your body over and over. Her nails dig into your waist for a hold. She wants her bitch boy to take in her hardness fully. You can hear her ragged breathing from all of that plowing into your tight ass. She fucking loves this.
Sweat runs down from your forehead, mixing with your drool on the bedsheets. Itâs merely an inconvenience to have dirty laundry for those poor staff to take care of. Everybody knows this, they just donât dare to intervene. Gaeul and Wonyoung always do this. They love the complete domination of men who are willing to be their bitch boys. Either it would be draining them dry, or penetrate their rear hole into oblivion. Having men scream âdaddyâ for them is like a drug for these two.
âYou love this, huh?â asks Gaeul, sternly.
You can only sheepishly nod, with your mouth stuffed by Wonyoungâs phallus. The pleasure from this is unreal, having two naked women plowing your two holes for fun. You love to submit to them. You love having your prostate stimulated. Itâs so fucking ecstatic.
The story of how you three met is never a secret: youâre a Starship Entertainment employee, theyâre also Starship Entertainment employees. You happen to have a cute face, slutty waist, and nice ass (all are their words). With proximity and all, it's a perfect recipe for a rendezvous within IVEâs dorm. Jiwon and Yujin arenât going to complain. They wear earmuffs every night.
âDo you think Rei would like him, Gaeul?â Wonyoung asks, hips rolling back and forth to push her cock in and out of your mouth. Her hands grip onto your head tightly, not wanting to lose her hole.
âI think sheâs more of a vanilla type,â Gaeul answers. Her nails are still latching onto your wide hips tightly. âYou know, cock in cunt, missionary type. She probably wouldnât enjoy plowing his ass like this, right?â
Wonyoung lets out a short exhale, amused by her friendâs choice of accenting specific words. Her cock is still ravaging your mouth relentlessly. Sheâs revelling in fucking your throat, judging from the sadistic smile on her face. Itâs predatory, and youâre the willing prey for her.
Suddenly, Gaeul presses you into lying on your stomach. Your mouth is dragged off Wonyoungâs cock temporarily.
âHey, I was fucking his mouth!â
âIâll fucking make him cum. Watch me.â
Gaeul strokes become even more violent. You can hear her deep moans from behind. Your moans grow even higher as she plows your ass with unbridled aggression.
âUgh, let me have this, Gaeul.â
âJust fucking lift his chin up. Iâm sure heâll follow you, right, bitch boy?â Gaeul asks.
âYâYesângh, dâdaddy,â you reply.
Wonyoung lets out a deep sigh, before grabbing your chin, making a short eye contact with you. You have to admit that youâre a bit lost in her eyes as she does so. Your eyes roam over her bare body for a split-second before she forces her drool-smeared cock into your dirty mouth. Your holes are filled again. Your breaths are stolen.
âSee? That wasnât so hard,â Gaeul says.
âJustâJust fuck his ass, Gaeul.â
Again, youâre revelling in the way youâre being used like this. Your ass is being spread open by Gaeulâs throbbing length without any care. You feel the ridges of her cock grazing your inner walls, eliciting wails and wails out of you onto Wonyoungâs hardness. Your cock twitches between the mattress and your stomach. You can feel the pain jolting through your waist, but itâs like youâd care right now.Â
Your mouth is being forced open by Wonyoungâs cock, ravaging the hole with unbridled roughness. You see her pert breasts heaving with each rolling of her hips. God, youâre so happy being used and abused by two women.
Gaeul grabs your throat, robbing the already-scarce air from you. You can barely breathe, and youâre so damn ecstatic about it. The sensations within your walls only grow. You can feel your orgasm coming in close. Itâs there. Itâs there.
âDâDaddy,â you say, muffled into Wonyoungâs cock.
âWhat, gonna cum, slut?â Wonyoung asks, plunging her length into your mouth even faster.
You can only nod, not having any energy to say a thing, only moans and whimpers.
âShould we let him cum, Gaeul?â
Gaeul chuckles, still plowing her cock into your tightness with unmatched violence. âSure, if you want, Wonyoung.â
âCum then, bitch boy, cum for us.â
You give in. Cum leaks out of your cock through the slit onto the bedsheets, all while still having your holes filled by the two women. Your body shakes and writhes erratically. Your eyes flutter in rapture. Youâre struggling to grip on any purchase on the bed. Gaeul slows down, finally, so does Wonyoung, before theyâd pull their lengths out of your abused holes. Your frame shrieks again in sensitivity.
âDâDaddy,â you moan out. âThat felt so good, daddy.â
You hear Gaeul chuckle from behind as Wonyoung smiles. âAlright, bitch boy, letâs go to the shower. Perhaps you might be sucking my cock instead while Wonyoung, well, spread that cute ass of yours open.â
âYâYes, daddy.â
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You were asking for reqs for rafe x reader, if you are taking them, I have one in mind. In which rafe is extremely possesive of bsf reader, and gets easily jealous. One day she was at a kook party, and a guy approached her and they started to talk and that sh*t went down, rafe got aggressive and almost beat the guy to a pulp. Reader is like a shy cute innocent, bimbo type. And smut after the scene if you write it.
Summary: Innocent!reader X possessive!Rafe, bestfriend!reader X bestfriend!Rafe. Summary is basically the anonymous ask!
Warnings: Rafe is possessive of reader. Established friendship. Rafe almost beats a guy to death. Mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), alcohol consumption. Lots of smut; p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, SLIGHT degradation (some praise too). The classic 'what are we' at the end. The L word.
Word Count: 6.1k
Author Note: Hello Beauties! Thank you for the support and kindness you've all shown me. And thank you for this ask, I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I did your idea justice. Sorry that this is a bit long, it just sort of happened. Also, I hope you all enjoyed the holiday yesterday, well those that celebrate. I'm hoping to finish part four of The Watcher soon so I can get it out, life has just been so exhausting. Anyways, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!! Stay freaky y'all.
Your best friend, Rafe, had asked you to go to a party with him. Well, more like he had told you to go. Although itâs not like youâd ever miss the opportunity to party with your best friend. So, here you are; walking around the side of Topperâs house, looking for Rafe. You two didnât come together, he got here before you. He knows you donât love being around his âfriendsâ and their various illegal substances, even though he says heâs clean, he likes to have time with them before you get there.Â
You round a corner, now entering the Thortonâs backyard. You look for Rafe as you work your way through the loud and busy crowd. You hear a friend call your name, you turn your head to her, and she waves you over. You approach her and a few others with a smile. You greet them.
The other girls chat amongst themselves as your friend speaks up, shouting over the music. âHey!â Sheâs over enthusiastic per regular, probably a bit drunk too.
âHey!â You shout back.Â
She begins, âOh my god! IÂ have to tell you something. Guess who I sawââ. Usually, youâd want to hear all the gossip sheâs about to ramble to you, but not right now. âDo you know where Rafe is?â You shout over her, cutting her off.
âWhat?â She asks, stepping closer to you so she can hear you.
âDo you knowââ Youâre suddenly interrupted by some guy standing beside you. You turn to face him.
âHey.â He says, his tone confident. A cocky grin spreads across his face.
âHi.â You smile politely, âDo I know you?â. You say hurriedly before turning back to your friend. She looks between you and the guy a few times before facing you and giving you a knowing smirk. You know what that look means and before you can say anything, she walks away. Leaving you alone with him. You roll your eyes at her playfully, although you really are annoyed that she didnât tell you where Rafe is.Â
Slowly, you turn your head back to the guy, flashing him another fake smile. He grins again before speaking, âNoâŠno you donât.â He pauses, stepping a bit closer to you so he doesnât have to shout over the music as loud. âIâm Devin.â
Your fake smile is getting awkward, but you donât know what to say. You donât care about talking to him right now. âNice to meet you, Devin. B-but I need toââ
Devin cuts you off, âLet me get you a drink.âÂ
You laugh shyly, âOh...I-Iâm okay, I actually have toâŠâ
âLet me just get you a drink, itâll only take a second.â He moves closer to rest his hand on your lower back for a slight moment, to get you to turn toward the drinks.Â
Rafe was on the back patio sitting on one of the couches when someone had mentioned to him that they saw you. He went to go and find you, which is when he spotted you laughing with some guy, who moments later put his hand on you. Rafeâs already had a few drinks tonight, so his judgment clouded even more than usual, especially when it comes to you.Â
As you walk towards the drinks, Devinâs hand falls and he follows close behind you.Â
After a moment, you hear a mix of gasps and âooohhâsâ from everyone. You turn to look behind you where everyone seems to be gathering. You find that Devin isnât behind you anymore.
Immediately your eyes land on some commotion in the crowd, you squeeze through the ring of people forming around the area. Shit. You run forwards, pausing just before the fight.Â
Devin is flat on his back, Rafe straddling him. Rafe has Devinâs shirt clenched in one fist, holding his head off the ground as he repeatedly drives his other fist into Devinâs face.Â
âRafe!â You shout. Keeping your distance, not wanting to get too close while heâs out of control. Youâve seen how he can get. In the years that you two have been friends, youâve had to calm him down from countless fights, since nobody else can ever seem to do it. But, when nobody else steps in to try and stop the fight, you step closer, knowing something has to be done. âRafe, stop! Stop it!â You scream.Â
Devinâs completely unconscious, his nose is probably broken, but you canât really tell; his face is a swollen mess of blood and bruises. You canât stand here and watch anymore, and nobody seems to be listening to your cries for help. Because nobody is stupid enough to get in Rafeâs way while heâs like this. You step behind Rafe, putting your hands on his shoulders. You try to pull him back all the while trying not to get punched.
âRafe! Look at me! Look at me, Ray!â Rafe turns his head to the side, momentarily stopping his actions, letting Devinâs head rest on the floor. You put a hand up to cup his cheek. Speaking quietly now as you plead to him. âRafeâŠcâmon, thatâs good, h-heâs had enoughâŠâ. Your tears slow, but your breath is still erratic as you look at the unconscious man.Â
Rafe turns back to the guy, your hand falling from his face. Rafe pulls Devinâs head up, like he was going to punch him again. Instead, he lets go, letting the boy's head hit the floor. Rafe stands up without a word and grabs you by your wrist, tugging you away.Â
Before you know it, youâre being shoved into your best friend's truck. His random mumbles donât make much sense to you, talking about âhe got what he deservedâŠShouldâve fuckinâ killed himâŠyeah, shouldâve fucking killed him for that. Touchinâ whatâs mineâŠâ
When you get to Tannyhill, Rafe wastes no time pulling you into his room. You sit on his bed stiffly, waiting silently as he paces the room.
âRafe?â You call out softly. âYou okay? What happened back there? What was that?â
âHe touched you.â Rafe states. His tone is low and rough, sending a chill down your spine. Even after all the years youâve been his best friend, you still never know how to act when heâs like this.Â
âBarely. He barely touched me.â
Rafe completely disregards what you say, shaking his head and blowing out a jagged breath as he continues to pace across his room, a bit slower now. âWhy was he even talking to you? You were supposed to be with me. I told you to go to the party, not him.âÂ
You take your chance to get a word in as he spews out angry nonsense. âI was looking for you and he started talking, âwanted to get me a drink. I was just being nice; I didnât know who he was. I didnât even want to talk to him, I was looking for you, Rafe. I donât even see why that mattersââ.
He pauses, looking over at you. His movements are sharp as he strides over to you. âDonât see why it mattersâŠ?â He repeats your words, more for himself than to you. âIt matters because youâre mine.â His words are sharp, definitely directed to you that time.
âRafeâŠyou almost killed himâŠbecause of me? I donât get it Rafe; I donât nearly kill all the girls you fuck.â You state.
Rafe lets out a breathy chuckle before speaking. âStill donât get it, huh?â Rafe laughs. âGod youâre so innocent. So naive.â He pauses, stepping closer until heâs standing in front of you, looking down at you as you sit on his bed. âI need you, y/n. I canâtâŠgod, I canât even fuck anyone else anymore without thinking about you. I canât let anyone else have you, got that? You understand now?â He asks harshly as he runs a rough hand through your hair.Â
You try to swallow the lump in your throat. You look up and nod weakly, causing Rafe to flash a devilish grin. âYeah?â He asks quietly, his voice coming out low.Â
âYeahâŠâ You mumble back brainlessly, too shocked by your best friend's confession. You had always thought Rafe saw you purely as a friend. Although thinking back, you donât know how you ever thought that with how he acts, especially lately.Â
No time is wasted as Rafe quickly leans down, capturing your lips with his. The first kiss is hesitant, and you donât kiss back. But when he pulls away to look at you, trying to gauge your emotion, you lean in. Your best friend takes that as a sign to continue. His lips quickly find yours again. When he feels you start to kiss back, he escalates things. Kissing you more roughly now, acting as though heâs a starved man and your lips are his meal.
His hand moves from the back of your head to your throat, lightly squeezing. At first you donât even realize, too distracted by the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth. But when Rafe squeezes your neck even tighter, you move your hands to reach up and wrap around his wrist in an attempt to pull it away. Your mouth still occupied by his, the kiss is too fucking good to break. It feels like everything you didnât know you needed. Heâs giving you what nobody else could, because only he knows exactly what you need and exactly how to give it to you. Your lack of breath reminds you of your situation and you pull away from the kiss momentarily.
Rafeâs grip loosens as he pulls his head back so he can look into your eyes. âTell me you want this.â He mumbles breathlessly.Â
You search his eyes as you catch your breath. Nodding, you finally speak up. âI want this.â You say definitively.
Not even half a second later, Rafeâs body crashes down onto you, pushing you down so that youâre laying on his bed. Rafe has one arm beside your head, holding himself up as his other remains on your neck. He hovers over you, one knee pressed between your thighs. Rafe leans down, his lips attaching to your neck, kissing and sucking frantically at your skin. Heâs been waiting so, so long for this.Â
His lips find your ear, softly biting at it before whispering. âLet me take care of you, baby. You want that, hm?â. While waiting for your response, his free hand traces down the side of your body until it reaches the hem of your skirt. He moves his face to the other side of your head, giving some attention to your other ear. âNeed your best friend to help you feel goodâŠgive you what you need, yeah?â His hand slips under your skirt, slowly gliding up your inner thigh, sending shivers through your whole body.
âYesââ A moan escapes your lips, interrupting you. Your eyes meet his before you continue. âPlease RafeyâŠneed youâŠâ
His lips meet yours at the same time his hand meets your clothed cunt. He kisses you sloppily, exploring every part of your mouth with his tongue. Your hands come up to rest on his chest, your touch sending shocks through him. He rubs you through your panties. He can feel as you grow more needy, the wet spot on your panties getting larger.Â
He canât believe this is actually happening. Heâs wanted to do this to you for so long; heâs dreamt of this moment happening in almost every way possible, but thisâŠhe never couldâve imagined this feeling. âFuckâŠyouâre so wet fâme already.â
âRayâŠpleaseâŠâ You canât help but rut your panty-clad cunt against his hand, searching for friction. Usually youâre never this bold, but youâre comfortable with him. You always have been, he is your best friend after all. You just pray that he understands what you need.Â
Except Rafe doesnât respond in the way you had hoped for. No, instead he pulls his hand out from under your skirt, eliciting a whine from you. He presses a genuine, wet kiss against your parted lips before moving down your body. Rafe slides down, kneeling onto the floor in front of the bed. He grabs you by the back of your knees and tugs you down towards him until your ass is at the edge of the bed. Without breaking eye contact, he swiftly removes your skirt. He spreads your legs, making them bend so your heels are on the edge of the bed. Eagerly, he presses wet, sloppy kisses up your inner thighs, his eyes trained up on you.
The sight of him like this between your thighs, doing exactly what you needâŠit drives you crazy. You lean your head back, letting out a moan as Rafe mouths at your entrance through the fabric your panties.
Itâs not long before heâs peeling back your panties as well, sliding them off of you completely. Your legs threaten to close from insecurity, but your best friend is sure to hold them open.
âFuckâŠthis pussyâs even prettier than I imagined, baby. SoakedâŠjust for me.â Rafe leans in, his mouth hovering just above your core. He silently asks for permission.
Being your best friend, Rafe knows that youâve never done this before. No guy had ever wanted to date you while Rafeâs your best friend, they could see that youâre his, even if you couldnât.Â
His breath is hot on your bare center, he watches as you squirm and clench around nothing. Eagerly you nod, giving him permission. And within seconds his mouth is on you.
At first, heâs slow; gentle as his eyes continue to meet yours. He licks a warm stripe up your center, briefly pulling back to watch your reaction. Your head falls back, your mouth parted, and eyes closed as you experience this new sensation that your best friend is so generously giving you.
Rafe begins to lick and suck at you. His tongue circles your clit as he looks up, knowing youâd like it. A moan slips past your lips as your hand flies to the back of his head, the other gripping onto the sheets beside you.Â
âNnnghhâŠf-fuck, RayâŠâ You whine as his tongue fucks you relentlessly. He only mumbles against you in response, sending vibrations through your core. This felt even better than you had ever thought it would. When you heard people talk about sex, you didnât think it could actually be this good. Though maybe that just has to do with the fact that Rafeâs your best friend, and he knows exactly what you need.
âYeah?â One of his hands leaves your leg and moves to grope your tits through your clothes. âYou like this, huh? Youâre just a slut for your best friend, hm? Letting me have you like thisâŠâ
âN-need youâŠâ You mutter, grieving the loss of his tongue on you. He stares at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.Â
âI know, baby. I know.â Rafeâs mouth continues to work on you. His tongue gathers some slick from your entrance and brings it up to your clit, circling it with his tongue a few times before repeating the process.Â
The feeling in your lower stomach is starting to build. Itâs getting hard for you to sit still for him. Itâs even harder for you to stay quiet. A plethora of moans escape you as Rafeâs mouth stays busy between your thighs. Your hand holds his head down, your other grips the sheets underneath you.Â
âRafeâŠplease. Sâtoo much, I canâtââ You whine.Â
âAh ah ahâŠstop running, baby. I got you. I got you.â Rafeâs grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you in place. âGod,â He mutters breathlessly. âYou tasteâŠyou taste so fuckinâ good. Hiding this from me all that time, hm?â He leans back down and continues his ministrations on you.
Your toes start to curl, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. Suddenly he stops and before you get the chance to look down to see why, one of his fingers is prodding at your entrance. âGotta stretch this pretty little pussy out, yeah? Donât wanna hurt you.â
You nod, allowing one of his thick, long digits to slowly slide into you. You almost scream when he starts to move it, his mouth working on you at the same time. Rafe adds another finger, now thrusting two in and out of you.Â
âFuck baby, youâre gonna squeeze my cock so good. Jusâ gotta get you used to this, hm? You gonna let your best friend be the first to fuck you?â Rafe asks. You nod in response, agreeing to his words. Rafeâs fingers spread apart inside you, stretching your hole, preparing you for his cock. His tongue pauses again as he looks up at you and correct his previous statement. âThe only one to fuck you.â Rafe puts his head back between your thighs, his fingers fucking you mercilessly as his tongue sucks at your bud.Â
You nod again, followed by a whine. âF-fuckâŠRay. I-I think Iâm gonnaâŠâ
âYeah? You gonna cum for me, baby? Hm?âÂ
âMhmmâŠyes, fuckkââ You respond, your fingers fighting to grasp onto the little hair he has. Your thighs begin to squeeze around him, causing him to pull his head up against the force of your hand on him.Â
âJust a little more, baby. You can take it. I know you can. You gonna let me help you finish? You wanna cum?â
âYes! Yes! Please RafeyâŠplease let me cum.â Your begging makes him chuckle briefly before going back down on you. His tongue moves with precision, working on you with a purpose; to make you cum.Â
Without warning, the band in your stomach snaps. You scream out his name as his tongue circles your sensitive bud and his fingers pump in and out of you slowly. Your best friend continues to work you through your first real orgasm. Youâve never felt anything like this. Why the hell did you wait so long to do this with him?
âGodâŠbaby. Youâre so fuckinâ perfect. You have no idea how long Iâve waited to hear those pretty sounds.â Rafe carefully slides his fingers out of you, making you clench around nothing at the loss of him. He gets up from his knees, standing over you again. Rafeâs face glistens with your slick. His hand moves up to brush your hair back while he brings his free hand up to your mouth. âOpen.â He orders. You oblige and he pushes two digits into your mouth. âTaste that? Taste how fuckinâ good you taste?â He pulls his fingers back, immediately moving down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips. Rafe climbs on top of you, his mouth finding the sweet spot behind your ear. He whispers, âYou okay?â
âMhmâŠbetter than okay.â You reassure him. Your legs are still shaking with the aftershock of your orgasm.Â
âGood.â He mumbles against your skin. ââCause Iâm not even close to done with you, baby. Weâre just getting started.â He doesnât wait before heâs pulling off your shirt, kissing down your chest. Soon after, he unclasps your bra with one hand, pulling it off of you and tossing it onto the floor somewhere.Â
His lips are vicious, attaching to any and every bit of your skin. His hands gently cup your breasts, his mouth finding and attaching to one of your nipples. His eyes stay trained up on your face, he likes seeing how you react to his touch. He pulls back, straddling your lap. Your hand shoots out to grab the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it upwards. He smirks and quickly does it himself, tossing it aside. He watches you like prey as your eyes skim over his bare chest.Â
Itâs not like you havenât seen him shirtless before, you have, many times. But no matter how many times you see him like this, youâll never get used to it. Youâve never seen him in this way though. Itâs different, more intimate. Youâve never shared this kind of intimacy with anybody before. And youâre glad youâre doing it with your best friend, whom youâre comfortable with.Â
The low light of his bedside lamps reflecting off of his toned skin, damp with sweat. You let out a slow breath as you take in the sight. âFuck.â You mutter.Â
Rafe leans down, kissing and nipping at your earlobe. He whispers, âLike what you see?â He laughs.Â
You nod your head eagerly. âMhmmâŠâ
âUse your words baby, youâre a big girl, arenât you?âÂ
âIâŠy-yes.â You whine as you wriggle underneath him, trying to squeeze your thighs shut in search of some much-needed friction.
Rafe knows what you need. He knows that youâre ready now; ready to give him everything, let him take your innocence, your virtue. He uses one hand to prop himself up as the other works at his belt. Once you realize what heâs doing, you try to help him out, eagerly unbuckling his belt as he kisses you passionately, like heâs never kissed anyone else before you; like youâre the only girl on this fucking planet.Â
Once his belt is off, you work at his pants. He leans up so he can tug them off, throwing them aside with the rest of the discarded clothes. All thatâs left between the two of you now is the thin fabric of his boxers. You can feel his hardened form pressing into your leg as he kisses you, practically devouring you. Without thinking about it, you find your hand tugging at the waistband of his boxers. You beg. âPleaseâ, your lips whisper into his ear as he bites at your neck. âRafeyâŠâ
He leans back again, this time getting off of you and standing at the side of the bed and in front of you. You canât help but touch yourself as Rafe frees himself from the constraint of his boxers. You watch as his hard cock springs up, hitting his stomach when itâs finally freed. He smirks, leaning down to remove your hand from yourself.Â
âI got you, baby. I got you. Iâll take care of you.â He mumbles, moving his hand over your core again. His strong fingers circle your clit. Your breath hitches as you watch him touch you, his other hand holding the base of his cock.
âRafe?â You manage to ask through your cries.Â
âHm? What is it?â Rafe says your name softly, encouraging you to continue.Â
âWill it hurt?â Youâve heard that the first time can be uncomfortable. And judging by Rafeâs size, this was going to be more than just uncomfortable. But that doesnât mean youâre going to back out of the situation, you need this. You need him.
Your best friendâs expression becomes more serious as he looks at you. His hand comes up from your core to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. âIt might, baby. It might be a little uncomfortable for a moment, but Iâll do my best to make it feel good, yeah? Iâll go slow. And if you donât like it I want you to tell me. Youâre okay, baby. Itâs just me, your best friend. Iâm gonna take care of you. Mâkay?â You nod in response, his eyes darting between your eyes to get a sense of what youâre thinking. Rafe clicks his tongue. âAh, ah. Use your words, pretty girl.â His hand reaches out for your chin, tilting your face up towards him.Â
âPlease RayâŠâ
âPlease what?â
âFuck meâŠâ The words sound so vulgar coming from your sweet, innocent mouth. Heâs never known you to speak this way, but heâs not against it. He pumps his fist over his cock a few times, his head leaning back as he lets out a groan. âPlease RafeâŠI-I need you in meâŠâ
Your words snap him out of his amazement. âAtta girl.â He replies. You can feel his tip gently rub against your slippery entrance. Your warm juices on his cock feel better than anything heâs ever experienced. Youâre like a drug to him. A drug that he canât get enough of.Â
He pulls back before you can get used to the feeling of him. He leans over you, reaching into his dresser drawer. When he moves back over you, you see the shiny square wrapper in his hand.
You place your hands over his as he tries to open the condom. âNoâŠâ
His head snaps up at you. âNoâŠ? No what?â He asks, confused. âYou donât want to do this?â
âNoâŠRafe, I-I want this. I justâŠI want to feel you. NoâŠno condom.â You explain.
âFuck, y/n. Are you sure?â Rafeâs disbelief and shock is very apparent in his tone.Â
âYes, Iâm sure. Iâm on the pill.â You confirm.
âGod, how much more perfect can you fuckinâ get?â He chuckles, making you huff out a quick laugh.Â
Soon his lips are back on yours as he uses his hand to guide his glistening, pink tip back to your puffy cunt. Slowly, he pushes into you, just so that the very tip of his cock is inside of you. He looks up to your face, pending your reaction.Â
âF-fuckâŠRafe.â Your hands move to his hips, pushing him further inside. Rafe gives in, pushing another inch into you. âMnghh, fuckâŠRafe.â Rafe settles there for a moment before giving you another inch or two. Each time he moves, he looks to make sure youâre still enjoying it, giving you a minute to adjust each time. When he finally bottoms out, you feel soâŠfull. The pain is there, but it doesnât last long, fading into a light discomfort as your soft walls mold to his shape. You involuntarily squeeze around him.
âShiiiitt, babyâŠSqueezinâ me so tight.â He pauses to kiss you, his lips soon finding that soft spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. âMâgonna move now, alright?â
âMhmâŠpleaseâŠâ You whine. You hook your arms under his, bringing your palms up to grip onto his back. Rafe continues to kiss all over your neck and chest as he slowly pulls out of you, until only the tip is left inside. Without warning, he pushes into you a bit quicker this time, with a bit more force than before. But youâre not complaining. You cry his name out, your nails digging into his shoulders. He begins to move at a slow, steady pace as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. âF-fuckâŠâ You yelp, gripping onto him even harder.
âFuck, babyâŠyour nails, they hurt.â He mumbles amusedly into your ear as he nips at it. Immediately your grip loosens. You feel terrible but canât manage to muster up an apology since you canât think clearly with how his cock is repeatedly kissing your cervix with each thrust.Â
âFaster.â You beg, pressing your forehead into his arm. He listens cautiously, carefully picking up the face. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. The new position allows him to hit an even deeper spot inside of you. When his digits start to circle your clit you almost let out a scream, making him chuckle.Â
âSuch a fuckinâ whore for me, hm?â He laughs as he fucks you senseless.
âFuckâŠRafey, no, IâŠI canât. Canât take it.â You moan, throwing your head back as your eyes squeeze shut.Â
âYou can and you will.â He speaks emotionlessly, overtaken by pleasure. Rafeâs hand moves from you clit up to your throat again, he applies a bit of pressure. Your hands leave his back and wrap around his wrist. Your eyes stay shut as your face contorts into that of pure bliss. His thumb slides into your mouth and you suck and bite at it, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming feeling of him fucking you. You donât see how you can ever stop; this feeling isâŠunlike anything else youâve felt before. âYou got this baby. Mâalmost there. You can let go, baby. Just let go fâme.â
Sooner than later you feel the newly familiar feeling of pressure building in your lower stomach. When it snaps, your body tenses up, a wave of moans escape your mouth as the band snaps and pleasure washes over you. Rafe continues to fuck you slowly, his movements becoming more sporadic than strategic.
âFuck, where do you want it?â
âMy pussy, please RafeyâŠfill me up?â You ask, eyes wide with tears as you look up at him. âPlease?â
âShit, you sure?â Rafe groans, barely able to hold on any longer.
âY-yes...Iâm sure.â Only seconds later you can feel his warm seed spurting out inside of you. Your gummy walls soaking him in as they squeeze around him, milking him for all that heâs got.
âFuckk y/n. Do that again.â As he thrusts into you without any specific rhythm, you obey his words, squeezing tightly around his length again. Rafe lets out a guttural moan, tossing his head back for a moment before looking at you again, watching how well you take him, as if you were made for him. The way he fills you up you is like pieces of a puzzle, just meant for one another. âShiiittâŠyouâre so fucking tight. Squeezinâ âround your best friends cock so good.â
After youâre both worked through your orgasms, he pulls out of you. You groan at the loss of him, feeling a big opening left where he had been. Rafe leans down to press a deep, meaningful kiss to your lips. He pulls back, wiping your hair and sweat from your face with a proud smile.
âGod, baby. You did so good, so fucking good. Thatâs a good girl. My girl, yeah?â He leans down again, pressing a kiss to your neck. Rafe whispers in your ear. âmâso proud.â Before pulling away completely, he presses a kiss to each of your cheeks, your nose, and one final kiss to your forehead.Â
You turn on your side to face him as he lay on the bed beside you. âRafeâŠâ Your voice shows your exhaustion, but also your hesitancy.
He turns on his side to face you as well, propping his head up against his hand. âHm?â He says with a smile. He canât help it, itâs impossible for him to see you and not smile after what you just did.Â
You flop back down onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. Itâs too hard to say this while looking at his beautiful smile. âThat wasâŠâÂ
âIncredible?â He interrupts, his fingers lightly tracing up and down your arm.Â
âWhat was that?â You blurt out, scared that if you donât say it now then you never will.
Rafeâs smile fades quickly, he props himself up on his elbows, staring down at you with furrowed brows. âWoah woah, woah. Hey. What? What dâyou mean?â
You give a light shrug, his fingers no longer moving over your skin. You avoid looking at his pretty eyes. âI mean likeâŠwhat happens now?â
He sighs, laying back down next to you, looking up at the ceiling. âWell, youâre my girl now, yeah? I thought that was obvious.âÂ
âYour girl? The Rafe Cameron I know doesnât do girlfriends.â You say lightly.
âThatâs because I never wanted one. I neverâŠneeded one, Iâve got you.â
âSoâŠweâre friends?â You ask, attempting and failing at trying to hide your emotions.
âWe are, arenât we?â Rafe responds, not knowing what his words imply or how theyâll make you feel.
âYeahâŠyea weâre friends.â You say dryly.Â
He turns his head to face you. âHey. Y/N. Whatâs wrong? HeyâŠhey, talk to me.â
âNothing, Rafe. Iâm fine.â
âJesus, no youâre not. Câmon baby, what is it?â
âNothing!â You snap. Youâre angry about your own reaction, feeling stupid once the words leave your mouth. Grabbing the sheets, you cover yourself up.
âDid I do something? Whatâd I do?â Asks Rafe, making you feel worse about yourself. Itâs not his fault you feel like this. âIs it what we did? Look, Iâm sorry ifââ
You cut him off, not being able to listen to him blame himself. âI justâŠI donât think friends do what we just did.â
âJesus, y/n. LookâŠâ He trails off, cursing himself. âDo you not wanna be my girl or something? âCause I canââ
âNo, Rafe. I justâŠI donât get what you mean. Your girl?â
âYeah.â He says, confused.
âLikeâŠyour girlfriend? Dating? Us?â
âFuck. Yes, baby. My girlfriend.â Rafe says the word as though itâs a pain to say it. âWill you be my girlfriend? Please?â You could tease him about the way heâs practically begging you.
âWho are you and what have you done with my best friend?â You joke, not being able to resist. Rafe laughs, glad to hear your usual self.Â
âWell, Iâm kinda hoping that Iâm yourâŠboyfriend, now.â
âHmmâŠlet me thinkâŠâ You say, tapping your chin as if this is something you need to contemplate. You can see his demeanor sadden from the corner of your eye, causing you to look over at him. âWhatâs in it for me?â You add, a smirk threatening to appear on your face. You can barely hold back your laughter at this point, but he still looks so sad, like a puppy who canât have a treat. âJesus Rafe, I thought youâd never ask.â You donât even give him enough time to respond before youâre on top of him, his lips immediately seeking yours.
âYeah? You mean it?â He asks between kisses, almost nervously.Â
âOf course I do, Rafe. âPromise.âÂ
You always know just what to say to him to calm down his mind, he loves that about you. âFuck, you have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this. God, I fuckinâ love you.â Your eyes widen at his confession, you look down at him. Heâs almost just as shocked as you are. He didnât even know he felt that way. The words just slipped out, but they felt so right. âFuck, no, I meantââ Rafe starts, but you cut him off. You kiss him again, passionately. This kiss shows him exactly how you feel, somehow being more intimate than having sex with him was.Â
âI love you, Rafe. I promise.â You know how he can feel like everybody is against him, so you try to reassure him as much as you can. Youâre the only one whoâs ever made him feel cared for; he just never wanted to fuck things up with you. âPlease justâŠcan you promise me that youâll stop beating up random strangers who talk to me? âCause I donât care about them, Rafe. I care about you.â
This is all so new, talking to each other in this way. But itâs how youâve both always felt. âBut y/n, he-â Rafe pauses, reconsidering his words for you. He sighs and then mumbles, âYeahâŠIâll try.â He looks back at you, you with a stern look in your eyes. âI will. I promise.â
You smile, leaning down for a kiss. Quickly, things start to escalate again. Rafe flips you both over so heâs on top. He leans down to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping at it as he works his way down, kissing every inch of you.Â
âMnmhâŠfuckâŠâ You moan.
Rafe smiles against your skin. âYeah, baby? That feels good huh?â You only nod eagerly as a response. Rafe takes hold of his already hard cock, using his fist to pump over himself a few times, letting out a low growl. He rubs his dewy, pink tip over your sticky hole.Â
You let out a moan, still being sensitive from your previous orgasms. âF-fuckâŠRafe, mâtoo sensitive, sâtoo much.â You whine.
âShhâŠshhhh baby, itâs okay. Iâm not gonna do nothinâ, jusâ wanna show you how proud of my girl I am.â His mouth works itâs way down, landing back between your thighs. Your boyfriend softly bites at your inner thighs, his eyes staying trained on you as your face contorts in pleasure. Eventually he finds your soaking core, lapping up the mix of your juices. You feel his fingers gather some of your arousal, mixed with his cum. Before you know it, those fingers are deep inside your throat. âTaste that, baby? Hm? Taste how fucking good we are?âÂ
You nod, whining when his mouth finds your core again. His tongue flicks at your most sensitive bud, making you jump. Although Rafe only holds onto harder the more you try to run. âBaby, itâs okay. Let me take care of you; clean you up.â
It doesnât take long until youâre yet again, a shaking, crying mess underneath him. When his mouth works itâs way back to yours, you can taste both of you on his tongue. âFuckinâ love this pussy. I fucking love you.â
You smile a weak, tired smile at him. He rolls off of you, flipping you both on your side so he can spoon you. He kisses your shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing mindless shapes into your skin. âI love you too.â You respond as you drift off to sleep in your boyfriend's arms.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to leave more asks, I will most likely get to them at some point. Thank you!
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And They Were Roommates pt.10
summary: friendsgiving, you meet all the slytherins, this kinda doesn't contain a lot, just meeting new characters and wholesome interactions, i might make a part two to this lmao
cw: casual drinking? firewhisky is mentioned but you can interpret it in any way you want really
word count: 2.1k
âStop that, Siri,â you scolded, swatting at his hand, âItâll never boil if you keep stirring it.â
You were at the stove, boiling water for potatoes, or trying to at least. Sirius, bless him, wanted to help out, but he was really just in the way if not a downright hazard in the kitchen.Â
âYou told me to boil and stir, those are my duties and I take them very seriously.â He said with a chuckle at the last part. You rolled your eyes and scooted him out of the way.
You had already baked a lovely cake, and helped James cook some chicken and pasta, the last thing you had to make were the mashed potatoes. Remus had cooked up some veggies and was storing them in the warmer.
About a week ago, you suggested a âfriendsgivingâ to the boys. They had no idea what you were talking about, staring at you and blinking blankly as you explained the concept. You just wanted to have your friends over, all under one roof, and eat yummy food and play fun games. It sounded easy, in theory, but it turned out to be a lot more work than you were expecting, especially since one of the three boys could not cook to save his life. You decided to put Sirius in charge of drinks and entertainment and that appeased him.Â
The house was a rush for a couple days, you all decorated and figured out recipes you were going to make for the whole group. Then there was the inviting everyone and setting a time that everyone was available. It was like herding cats.
Your friends, Mary, Lily, and Marlene, were all easy. They communicated and organized and everything went off without a hitch. But Sirius wanted to invite his brother and some friends that you had yet to meet and they seemedâŠ. Well a little less communicative and organized, but that was apparently very normal for them, none of the boys were upset by it.
âRemus,â you called into the other room. The tall boy appeared on the doorway in an instant. âWould you please help me finish the food?â you asked sweetly, batting your lashes to really drive it home.
Remus smirked and rolled his eyes. âOnly if I have to.â he replied jokingly.
Sirius whined from beside you where Remus was now moving him out of the way. âWell what am I supposed to do?â he said, pushing out his bottom lip in a fake pout.
You looked at him and smiled, knowing his antics, he was only wanting to stay in the kitchen so he could âtestâ everything you were making. âWhy don't you help James?â you suggested. James was in the living room, setting up some fall-ish decor which included strings of leaves he found outside. He claimed the colors were too pretty to be left out in the cold, so he hung them up insead. It was cute.Â
Sirius huffed and exited the kitchen. You continued on cooking, a little faster and more efficient now that Remus was actually helping you. It was a little while later, as you were finishing up, you heard some muffled arguing in the other room. You and Remus gave each other a confused look, then went to go and see what all the commotion was.
You entered the living room and it was completely transformed into a fall wonderland. There were strings of leaves hung up across the ceiling, carved little woodland creatures strewn about, candles lit everywhere, and a fire stoked in the fireplace. The room had a warm glow to it. You stood there in awe, taking it all in. Maybe you should put Sirius on decorating duty more often.
âHow did you do all this? And.. you were in here for like ten minutes, how?â you asked, still in shock.
Sirius smirked at you. âMagic,â he drawled, shoving what looked like one of the decorative sticks into his back pocket. James shook his head at Sirius, and Remus coughed from beside you. You couldnât believe it, he and James must have worked really fast.Â
Your attention was drawn to the door, hearing a knock and some cheerful chatter. You smiled, instantly knowing who it was.
You opened the door and were met with the sight of Mary, Lily, and Marlene, all holding dishes they made.
âHello love!â Mary sang, kissing you on the cheek before stepping inside. You hugged both Marlene and Lily and let them in as well.Â
âI canât believe you actually live with them,â Marlene said to you while handing her dish off to James. âI mean, if you ever need an escape, just let me know and you can come stay with me instead.â she said, conspiring against her friends.
You laughed but answered, âI like it here, the boys are lovely.â
Marlene blinked at you in shock. âThe boys? Lovely?âÂ
âThey better be,â Lily chimed in, glaring at both Sirius and James.
The latter held his hands up in defense as the former confirmed âWeâve been on our best behavior.âÂ
All of you settled in, the girls leaving their dishes on the long table that James had somehow conjured up early this morning. You all found space on the couches or chairs or just on the carpeted floor. Conversation was lively, they all were recounting stories about their school days.Â
You learned a little bit more about the boys through the eyes of the girls. Apparently Remus was known as sort of a âcasanovaâ in their years at school, James and Sirius got detention every day for three months but were able to sweet talk their way out of it after only a week, and that they had once set a fire in their common room.
âIt was small!â James defended himself and his friends. âAnd we put it out eventually, didn't we?â
âYes, because I supplied the water!â Lily laughed, making the rest of the room chuckle along with her.
âWhat about you, Y/N? You have any harrowing tales from school?â Mary asked.
You shook your head and let your gaze fall to the floor. âI was way too shy to do anything bad or adventurous in school.â you supplied.
âYou never got into trouble?â James asked. âNot even once?â
âI meanâŠNot for anything like setting a common room on fire.â you shot back at him, jokingly. James smiled at you, the perfect, warm smile that he often reserved only for you. The type of smile that would instantly heat your face.
You were grateful for the knock at the door, taking the attention away from you and your growing blush.
Sirius jumped up and raced to the door, opening it to reveal a boy you had yet to meet. He looked almost exactly like Sirius, the only differences were his shorter hair and his sharper features, almost cat like.
âReggie!â Sirius exclaimed, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. The boy stiffened a bit but pat Sirius on the back. "You didnât make anything?â
The boy furrowed his eyebrows. âWhy would I make anything? Canât we just-â
âRegulus! Itâs been too longâ Mary called out, skipping up to him and hugging him as well.
âWhere are the other two?â James asked.
The boy shrugged. âHonestly I donât know, I told them I was leaving at 5:00 and for them to be in the car. I left at 5:00.â he said plainly, making James chuckle.
âAnd they weren't in the car?â James asked again.
âThey were not in the car.â The boy confirmed smiling slightly, just the corners of his mouth, but somehow it lit his face up entirely. He turned to you, looking you up and down. âHello, Iâm Regulus.â
âHi, Iâm Y/N.â you said, giving him a small wave. âIâm their new roommate.â you explained, nodding your head to where James stood beside you.
âOh right, Sirius mentioned you,â he said. You couldnât really get a read on him, didnât know if he liked you or not, if he was friendly or not.
You were saved by Marlene inserting herself into the conversation by asking, âSo Reggie, uh, do you know who else is coming?â
Regulus turned his attention to her and smirked. He raised his eyebrows and said, âOh yeah, Pandora is coming. Canât wait to see her.â He smiled at her like he knew something, like he was onto some game she might be playing.
âCool, yeah! Love Pandora. Iâm, uh, excited to see her too.â she said quickly, then walked away. Regulus and James laughed.
There was another knock on the door, Sirius again opened it and revealed two girls standing side by side. One with dark brown hair and the coolest clothes you had ever seen, the other with blonde hair and an eccentric aura around her. The blonde was holding a tray of baked goods and the brunette was holding some sort of bottle.
They said their hellos to everyone before the blonde stopped right in front of you. âYou must be Y/N! It is so lovely to meet you. I am excited to get to know you more, Iâm Pandora by the way.â she said in an airy type of voice. She seemed sweet, kind. You were excited to get to know her more too.
âYeah, nice to meet you too.â you said.
âI made pumpkin pasties, I hope that's alright with you.â she said, motioning with the tray in her hands.
âOh, uh, yeah thatâs great, thank you so much.â you started, âIâve never had one before so, Iâm happy to try one!â you finished, trying your best to match her cheeriness.
âNever had a pumpkin pasty?â she asked, cocking her head to the side. âThey are practically all I would eat when I was at-â
âIâll take that.â Remus interjected, taking the tray gently from her hands.
âOh Remus! How have you been? I was wondering aboutâŠâ she started, getting distracted from you and following Remus into the kitchen.Â
The other girl now stood in front of you. âHey, Iâm Dorcas.â she said. (you noticed Marlene blushing in the corner, eyeing her. Is this who she was hoping would show upâŠ)
âHi, Iâm Y/N,â you repeated to her. âNice to meet you.â
âNice to meet you too,â she echoed the formality. âSo⊠youâre living here now? With them?â she nodded to Remus and James in the kitchen.
âYeah,â you said, nodding.
She handed you the bottle in her hand. âThis is for you, I think it may come in handy living with that bunch.â she laughed, her voice smooth and soft. âItâs whiskey.â
You giggled and thanked her, taking the bottle. âDrinks, anyone?â you asked, raising the bottle up for all to see. There was an assortment of yesâs and agreements. You made your way to the kitchen to start handing out drinks.
Everyone was mingling and drinking, making their way to the table. You sat between Remus and Dorcas, talking to her about clothes and jewelry. She was wearing some of the coolest rings you had ever seen and you needed to know where she got them. âOh here,â she said, handing you one you had asked about.
âW-what no. I couldnâtâ you stuttered, shocked that she would be willing to give it up. Like she had known you for years, like you were sisters sharing clothes.Â
âNo, don't worry about it, think about it like a house warming present or something.â she explained, popping the ring on the placemat in front of you. âBesides, I like making my own rings, I can always make another.â
You thought right then that she may be the coolest girl you had ever met.
There was yet another knock at the door. âLate as always!â Mary sang from the other side of the table, making the room laugh. Pandora was the one who jumped from her seat and made for the door.Â
âEvan!â you heard her call out. She re-entered the room with two boys behind her. The first boy was tall, almost as tall as Remus, and blonde like Pandora. The other was slightly shorter and had green streaks dyed into his black hair. The second boy was holding a pie.
âI told you I was leaving at 5:00â Regulus muttered from one of the heads of the table.
âWe made a pie.â the one with the green streaks said, extending out the pie he was holding.
Lily crossed her arms over her chest and raised a brow âyou made a pie?â she said with an accusatory tone.
The green haired boy smiled. âWe bought a pie, and the pie is here.â
You stood and walked up to the two new boys. You introduced yourself and took the pie, telling them to follow you to the kitchen so they could grab drinks as well.
âI never thought the day would come when I would be jealous of the marauders.â you heard the green haired boy, whose name you learned was Barty, mumble to the tall blonde boy, whose name was Evan, Pandoraâs twin brother.
so this one was so fun to write even though nothing really happened, I just like to flesh out all their personalities kinda... idk. also there is so much magic in this one if you're looking for it. I do wanna do a pt.10 pt.2 lmao but that is so silly
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Put Your head On My Shoulder - drabble
Pair : husband!jk x wife!reader
wordcount : 2.6k
warning : sex scenes.
summary: Romantic dinner night gone wrong, and definitely right, too.
notes: just a short drabble for my cute couple. you can either read Put Your Head On My Shoulder first, or after this.
And they say romance is dead.
Not when your husband is dutifully taking you from behind. His sweaty body engulfing you as he keeps ramming his hips, the sounds of skins slapping vibrating in the whole house. Tomorrow would be a challenge to duck away from the neighbors before you go to work. You swear his sex drive lately is breaking the roof.
He was even wilder than when you were dating. Now with the ring on your finger and he is obsessed in claiming you every damn time he can.Â
Jungkook is well aware of his high libido, and he is proud of his own body too. Gym hours are paying off, especially during this session. Cocky? Of course, when his body is well built only to be presented to you. His sturdy chest rose up and down with every deep breath he took, his long and strong legs planted firmly on the floor.Â
The muscles on his thighs tense and abs clenching with how fast he moves his hips. Plummeting you forward with every push before he pulls you back on his cock, bending by the bed. Your hair sprawls as your face is completely smashed on the soft sheets.Â
The white sheets. This one gotta go because it is completely ruined now. Stains of sweat and cum and drool are decorating the pristine white sheets and it was partially your fault. You adore white bedding set. Theyâre soft!Â
But him, by the way he growls just now after you make a mess on them, you guessed heâs fine with any color as long as he can see the stain marks that were caused by you because of him. The sheet is crumpled and rustling from how hard youâre fisting them, a sign of how heâs doing an amazing job with you.
âJung -nghhh- kook. Shit shit shit, babe slow down,â your whines were unfortunately muffled into the bed. He grunts and moans so loud, theyâre drowning your pleads.Â
Another sharp thrust makes you sob. Your face is facing sideways with whines begging incoherently to him. Not sure if youâre pleading for him to keep moulding his cock into your cunt, or to slow his pace because, honestly your mind is hazy. Youâre sure he canât understand you either.Â
At this point all you can see is the bliss that youâre about to reach for the fourth time. A smack on your left buttcheek makes you jolt. Maybe he did hear you after all. He always did. As rough as he is right now, he is always attentive to you. Putting your needs first. Kneading the area that he smacked just now before he landed another one. Because thatâs what you need and he knows it.Â
The shades of your ass are already crimson and the two additional smacks did nothing but arouse him even more. Throwing his head back as his huge hand is gripping your delicate waist while the other one is roughly squeezing your ass. The marks of his hands are exactly where they belong.   Â
âSo good baby, your ass is the best thing ever, thank god theyâre mine. Right, baby?â He chuckles deeply. Only receiving chanted yes from you. He smiles triumphantly. Hands still gripping possessively, before he rubs the abused area. Gazing down on you like a predator on his prey.
He was moaning hard when his eyes landed on your face scrunching in pleasure.Â
âFuck,â he chocked. The way your brows knitted so hard, shutting your eyes tightly, mouth wide open as your sob in sync with every thrusts from him. Concentrating on reaching your climax. Beads of sweat on your forehead didnât go unnoticed, he flopped down on your body. Littering kisses on your head softly, in contrast with the hardness of his cock pistoning in and out of your warm cunt. Â
âCome on baby, one more time, â Jungkook grunts from behind you. His fingers tucking away your hair that are sticking to your face. Slowing down his pace, he coaxes you. His other hand reaching for yours, fingers intertwining to ground you back to him. He fucks you real dumb this time.Â
Youâre not even realizing that your face is wet with not only sweat but also tears. Theyâre good tears and both of you know it. Sex with Jungkook will always be mind blowing to the point that it is normal when youâre crying. Jungkook can never get used to it though. He knows you, he memorized every inch of you, in and out. So, when heâs the one that makes you cry - even from pleasure - his heart hummed in worry. Kissing messily on your swollen lips as he is too focused on slowing down his abuse on your sensitive cunt. A mission that is so hard for him but anything for you.Â
âFuck,â you sobs even louder now, teeth gritting as he drags his cock so slowly, agonizing you even more. Since you can feel everything, from every rigged of his big cock, the veins that bulge, teasingly poking your spot, to the girth that deliciously stretches you open.Â
Entering and leaving your fluttering lips but your cunt fights to keep it in. Sucking it back and clenching hard like a vice making his knees jerk. Planting his hand back on the bed. Supporting his weight because he doesn't want to crush you. âBaby,â he breathes. Now itâs his eyes that are shut tight.
âMove faster Kook, please, please, please,â you begged. Shamelessly whining like a brat by pushing your hip back to his. Wiggling your ass so you can fit him snugly in between your walls. He huffed loudly, getting all riled up at the way your jiggly ass is greedy. Biting his lower lips he pulls you up in one swift motion. âAhhh- babe,â you whined and your hands struggled, reaching on to something to hold on. The pulls make his cock hit so deep, so sudden into you and your legs are failing you right now. Finally your hands landed on his arms that are wrapped around the middle part of your body protectively.Â
âI love you baby, I fucking love you. So much, so much,â he chanted.Â
His lips are back on your neck, biting the blossoming bruises, lapping on each mark he left. An act to distract you. His cock is still inside you, still rock hard. You swear you can feel itâs pulsating and twitching even when itâs too fit in your tight hole. Big dick husband? Fucking checked! You donât even know how in the hell he is still hard after heâs been ramming you since forever.Â
Coming home after work and seeing him cooking butt naked with only an apron to cover his manhood was a complete surprise. He was so busy chopping something and you donât give a damn about anything else, eyes fixed on his plump yet firm ass.Â
It was like your breath was taken away, the only sound that escaped your lips was a soft choke, so soft he didnât even notice youâre behind him. You leaned closer silently before you pinched his ass. The moment he turns around, you instantly crush your lips onto his. Not even flinched at the sound of the knife that was slammed on the board. The heated lips clashing then lead you to not only one, not just two but three orgasms. Â
The two of you now are facing each other as you sit on his lap. He moved you around as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
His cock is still buried inside you, balls deep with the way youâre chest to chest. His hands are rubbing mindlessly on your back while yours are busy with his hair, another makeout session to cool down before he goes at it again at full force.Â
âTurn around baby, look at yourself,â he hums to you. In between biting your lower lips and sucking your tongue. You raised an eyebrow because youâre crazy comfortable now, the two of you can finish like this.
âWhy,â you whined, pulling your lips to fully look at him.
âBecause baby, you have to see how sinful you look right now. See yourself like how I'm seeing you right now,â he grins devilishly. Hands on your waist, pulling you so effortlessly before he set you back on his cock. Your back is facing him and without a beat he panted his lips at the juncture of your shoulder and your neck.Â
âYouâre so damn beautiful, baby. I canât believe youâre all fucking mine,â he voice went low as his dark eyes looking at you through the mirror, devouring your whole figure.
Your eyes are rolling backward at the majestic view of your whole body, reflecting from the ceiling to floor mirror. The huge mirror was the reason why he insisted on buying this house. This is the purpose. To see you completely bare with your thighs quivering, the crotch that is glistening with your cum, his saliva and precum mixing together. He ate you so ferociously, sending you into another dimension just a moment ago.Â
âSo fucking wet, baby,â he whines, biting your shoulder. He is so close now. After being strained himself watching you orgasm three times, his cock is so hard and angry red. Begging for sweet release. But this is Jungkook, he wants more.
âAnother one baby, cum again on my cock. Please,â his croaking voice whispers close to your ears as he lets you set your own pace riding him. Grips securely on your waist.Â
Your sweaty palms on his thighs, balancing yourself as you diligently bounce up and down his shaft. You are now very determined to bring him to heaven. The telltale sign of him is close are his ragged breath, and he is starting to whine as he can get so vocal the closer he is to cumming.Â
Jungkook is going crazy when he is looking at how you work so hard and you get even wetter with this position. Was it because of the mirror? Damn, he shouldâve known this sooner. âCome on baby, thatâs my good babygirl.â His cock is really about to burst if he doesn't cum now.Â
At his praise you clench so hard, earning a deep guttural whine from him.Â
âBaby, baby babygirl fuck,â he gruff, taking turn in slamming into you, âbaby,l you gotta cum now,â he is moving so hard and fast, the reflection of his cock disappearing into you is blurring from the reflection. But the sight drives you so wild, trashing as youâre one step closer to cumming. He suddenly flick your clit with his thumb and the knot in your belly just snapped.
âKoo, ahhh- Iâm cumming!â You screamed at the overstimulation. Hand moves back to grab his hair.Â
âMe too, babygirl, me too. Letâs do it together baby, fuck, fuck, fuck!â He growls, as your walls clench sporadically on his cock. His rhythm falters as he is chasing his climax. Blowing his loads deep into your pussy. Jets of cums keep shooting until it spills when he moves his shaft, milking everything.
âOh, babe I love you. So many cum,â you sobs.Â
âI love you too. Theyâre saved for you baby, yours only,â he chuckles. The two of you are still on cloud nine but he holds you safely on his lap.Â
Out of nowhere a beeping sound jolted the both of you. You look at him questioningly through the mirror and before he can react your nose catches on smoky smells. Your cat is meowing.
âHoly shit!â He gently moves you from his lap before he bolts out of the room, still butt naked, dick is still so freshly wet. You were left dumbfounded on the bed, immediately grab his oversize shirt.Â
In the span of milliseconds in between him running out of the bedroom to the second when you put on the shirt all you heard was a screaming from him and clutter of something falling.Â
âJungkook?!â You panicky calling for him as you canât see clearly, thereâs smoke in the house! Something is burning! You ran to the source of his desperate wailing. Your eyes went wide at him crouching on the floor. The chicken in the pan is on the floor as well and the sauce splatters to the lower cabinets. Your main attention is Jungkook as he is grunting and screaming.
âBabe, what the fuck happened? Jungkook!â You kneel next to him, pulling his body to see if heâs hurted himself. His hands are clasped on his manhood.Â
âBaby, my dick!!!â Jungkook sobs. His face scrunching in pain. Eyes shut tight.Â
âWhat?!â You screamed back at him. The smoke isnât helping either as the smoke detector keeps beeping. Itâs so loud. You grabbed the napkin as you swatted it around to blow away the smoke.Â
The beeping stopped but your husband is still in pain. Your eyes soon caught the open oven and your mind is connecting the dots.Â
âJeon Jungkook! Did you open the oven with your dick out like that?!â You were trying so hard not to laugh because heâs in pain but he is such an idiot. Of course the steam will rush out when you open it and he is dumb enough to flash his dick at the oven. Inviting his own torture.Â
âBaby! It's not funny. It burns!â He cried. You on the other hand is, muffling your own laugh with your hand, failing miserably. You helped him up to lay on the couch. Going back to the kitchen to wet a clean napkin.Â
âPut this on your dick,â you instruct him. Even if it is so hilarious, you have to take care of him now.Â
âPut it on for me. It burns, please,â he pouted. Where was the Jungkook that rammed you with no mercy just now? Who is this kid? Rolling your eyes, you gently soothe the area by wiping the cold napkin.Â
âAre you feeling okay now?â You asked him. Your free hand wipes away the sweat on his forehead, fingers softly running through his hair. He even styled his hair today, aww but you ruined it.
âI was planning on making you a romantic dinner,â his lower lip jutted out childishly. Sulking because his plan didnât work out the way he wanted. âNot making a mess and burning my dick,â he continued with an even softer voice. He hates making mistakes, but Jungkook is just very sensitive. He puts his heart into everything, especially for his wife.Â
âOkay, Iâm gonna stop you right there.â You face him, âfirst of all, thank you baby youâre so sweet for preparing dinner for me, second, you just blew my mind away in our bedroom just now. We need to focus on you now, and your little friend here.â You pointed. Smiling at him but his eyes are still downcast.Â
âBut itâs supposed to be a romantic dinner, itâs different,â he mumbles.
âCâmon Kook, donât be discouraged. Everyday is romantic when Iâm with you.â You bopped his nose. His eyes are slowly growing big at your words.Â
âReally?â he asked.Â
You laughed at him acting all shy now, when he is naked on the couch and youâre literally rubbing wet napkins on his dick. His big body doesnât even match with the pouting face he is sporting right now.Â
âYes, you silly,â you kissed him. A meowing was heard as the cat was staring at you from his napping spot.Â
âTurn away! Momma and daddy are busy,â Jungkook pointed his finger to your cat, as if the cat understands.
#jungkook#jeon jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook smut#jungkook fic#jungkook imagines#jungkook bts#jungkook fanfic#bts jungkook#bts x reader#bts fanfic#jungkook fluff
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Feral!Lighter brain rot
I'm very normal about his EP
Cw: Dubcon, consent non-con, rough sex, No beta we die like men
Thank you for coming to my TED talk...*explodes*
Even the undefeated champion can get overwhelmed whether it be from stress or simply becoming drunk off adrenaline from a fight.
All he wants to do is maul the next thing he sees, like a feral animal.
That's what pretty little things like you are for. He tells you over and over that he'd never hurt you in a soft voice that makes your heart swoon. But you know full well that he can.
He knows precisely what you want, You're not exactly the most subtle with your desires.
That thought had been driving you crazy. The What if Lighter: Your sweet, protective boyfriend wasn't so sweet with you? To see you as a toy to play with than someone that he cherishes more than anything else in the world.
Why not give you an experience to remember?
This is what you want. To have him come in just when you're about to go to bed. You're lying on the couch when your door knob clicks and turns. You know exactly who it is... There was only one other person you gave your spare key to.
It's not that you didn't want to see him. It's just that you weren't expecting him; usually, he would shoot you a maximum of three-word text when he came to crash or visit.
But this time, he practically barges in, slamming the door behind him. The look in his eye shivers down your spine as an imposing figure stocking closer toward you.
Your heart fluttered in your chest, especially when he left his jacket and shirt, dropped on the floor forgotten. He took his red scarf and wrapped it around his left hand.
"On. Your. Knees."
That wasn't a request.
You looked at him, eyes wide., Whatever was showing on your television was long forgotten. Your legs shook everything, urging you to drop to your knees and let him do whatever he wanted. But something within you stirred inside, whether it be curiosity or blind courage. It made your lips move.
"Make me."
Lighter's green eyes flicker at your blatant challenge. His eyebrows raise slightly. The silence is deafening as his lips curve into a smile. His left hand grips the red fabric as the other takes off his shades, tossing them.
He comes after you in a flash, His hand roughly grabbing at your color, yanking you until he hoists you over his shoulders. His fingers dig into your back as he brings you to your bedroom, tossing you on the bed with little care of where you end up before crawling on top of you, licking his lips. He could practically smell your arousal.
And he was just as aroused as you were. Scratch that He's more aroused than you are. He feels so bad for handling you similarly to how he handles riffraff. But he can't deny how hard his cock was pressing against his jeans.
He lets out a snarl His arms flexing as he tears his pants in two. Before doing the same to your shirt and pants.
"Hey! I just got those!" You yell, hitting his rock-hard chest. It's kind of cute how you think you can hurt him.
"too bad doll, should've listened to me the first time."
There was no ounce of gentleness to how the man handles you to flip over, grabbing your wrists, and tying you with the scarf.
Coating his fingers in his saliva before plunging it inside you. His hand and thick fingers force you open. His callused palm and rough scarred fingers groping your ass spreading you whiter as wide as he could to force his fingers deeper stretching you out for the hardness you can feel grinding against the crack of your ass.
Fuck... Your muffled screams sound so good. He wanted to be at least gentle when he fucks you, but It looked like his body had other plans. Taking you like this was so thrilling. His eyes rolled back as he lost himself in his own lust, ravaging your body till there was nothing left.
"Gonna fuck you... Going to fill you up and teach that naughty little mouth not to talk back!" Lighter growls in your ear taking out his fingers before plunge again in your mouth You're empty hole soon filled with something bigger screaming against his mouth and fingers as he immediately sets his pace.
You're tasting yourself on your tongue. The thought alone was setting Lighter a blaze.
Why do you make him like this? He could feel every ounce of self-control crack and crumble.
He was making so much noise from the bed rattling and his own moans your neighbors could probably hear but to be honest he doesn't give a fuck. All he cares about is fucking all the stress he has built up from god knows how long.
From how tightly you were gripping his poor cock, to your shaking, quivering body and you're sobbing, muffled mess with your tears soaking his thumb and palm, you were close. Lighter was, too. Lighter was so close. And all he wanted to do was fill you up fill your insides tell you were leaking.
You felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder before the both of you exploded at the same time. Lighter can feel you milking him as he came harder than he ever did in his life.
For the first time since he first started training, his body felt sore as he practically collapsed on top of you before quickly rolling off so he doesn't crush you.
When he finally catches his breath, He rolls over to your side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, kissing your face.
"hey hey hey...shhh It's okay... It's okay we're done... I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
He'd never forgive himself if he did. But he got his answer when your arms wrapped back around him and he saw your beaming smile. He sighs in relief smiling back kissing your lips.
"I guess It's safe to say that you liked it.... Good... I did too."
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mistletoe
pairing: spencer reid x reader
description: in which you and spencer decorate your apartment for christmas.
tags: fluff, roommate!spencer, gn!reader, idiots in love, pinning, decorating!, spencer lifts reader up super quick, reader teases spencer bcs its fun, a little singing.
a/n: woahhh first christmas fic. MY BAD i listened to our love by curtis harding when i wrote majority of this so it just became what it did (not rlly sure what that is). you'd think a reader fond of christmas would only be playing christmas songs (esp when decorating), but she doesn't even?? idk guys. also i gave a hack making a header for this one, might continue making them. anyway lmk what you think, happy reading :))
wc: 1.7k
âtacky, tacky, tacky...â you drone, fingers skimming over the themed trinkets and signs on the shelves. youâre christmas decor shopping with spencer. it's almost the end of november, which you personally think is too late (being a strict âchristmas starts on november 1stâ believer), but you had no choice in the matter, wanting to wait for spencer's schedule to free up so you could go together.Â
âoh cute!â you chirp, picking up a porcelain snoopy with a santa hat on. you show it to spencer, who trails behind you with a sparsely filled cart. âbeside the-â
âtv,â he finishes for you, nodding in agreement. you place it in the cart and continue walking down the aisle.
âi hope youâre checking the price tags,â he muses from behind you, scanning over all the items. you shoot him a look paired with an unconvincing âyeah.â
âbe serious,â he says, though a little amused.
âi am,â you step closer to him, meeting his somewhat challenging gaze. you try to hold your ground but something about the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as he squints at you makes you want to look away. âfine, i'll look over everything before check out. deal?â
he smiles, victorious. âdeal.â he holds out his hand and you give it a firm shake before continuing your perusing.
you spend the next 2 hours like that, complaining about the abundance of generic things and squealing when you do find something nice. in the end, settling on an assortment of baubles, to add on to the ones you already had from last year, a new green blanket, a mulled-wine scented candle (that took you way too long to pick), the snoopy ornament, and 2 matching mugs which you had to sweet talk spencer into buying. you can never have too many mugs.Â
ËËË âĄ ËËË
you light the new candle and set it on the dining table, briefly glancing at the flame. the warmth on your face feels nice but you pull away quickly, knowing that if spencer catches you that close to the candle, heâll chastise you about the fumes.Â
he's digging through the closet for last year's decorations. the tree is already upâ7ft somethingâtucked in the corner of the living room, bare and in dire need of some personality. he finds the box, and you pull out the fairy lights, starting to swirl the wire from the top down, spencer opposite you to help.
music faintly plays from your speaker, so you turn it up, landslide by fleetwood mac.
you circle around the tree with a handful of baubles, a collection of reds and whites, hanging them up where they felt right. spencer nudges you for approval on a few placements and you give him a reassuring smile. the two of you move in sync, on either end. he places a custom ornament of his team somewhere to the front of the tree. when you put up the last of the new ones, you take a step back and give it a good look. happy, spencer hands you the star. he hovers two tentative hands under your arms, over your rib cage, to lift you. thereâs a stool near you that wouldâve been perfectly fine, but you wiggle in his grasp anyway, telling him he can. despite his lanky frame, he picks you up with ease. you place the gold topper on firmly. when he puts you down you lean back into him, swaying. you hum quietly to the music. he presses his lips into your hair, lingering, before pulling away. you instantly miss his warmth, but you don't dwell on it, why should you?
the click of the kettle sounds from the kitchen, he's probably making tea. you think to tell him to use the new mugs, but he already knows. you're still swaying, head dipping up and down as you move across the room. you look through the box for more things to decorate with when your eyes land on a sprig of artificial leaves held together with a red bow.
âhey, when did we get mistletoe?â you call out, hoping your voice carries to the adjoining room.
âhmm?â he pokes his head through the door, looking at the item in your hand. âoh... penny got it for us last year, didn't put it up though.â he explains before returning to the tea, you put it in your pocket for later. you were well aware of what his teammates thought of you, or rather you and him. over the course of the 2 years you lived with spencer, youâd been taken to their family dinners and get-togethers as his plus one, never a girlfriend or a date, you. they ceased their relentless teasing for your benefit, but you knew spencer got the brunt of it when you weren't around. they mean well, theyâre just annoying, he told you after you met them for the first time.Â
you saunter over, ready to tease him. you can't help but want to, he's just so easy. plus, you think it's endearing when he's flustered. âyou wanna put it up?â you ask with a smirk, leaning against the kitchen counter.
âwhat! oh- i don't know, no- uhm- well i don't mean no like it would be bad a bad thing- i just meanââ he stammers nervously, eyes wide and slightly panicked, before you cut him off with a laugh.Â
âcalm down, pretty. i'm just joshinâ ya.â
he lets out a sigh of relief, though it's laced in hidden disappointment. he wouldn't mind if you put it up, wouldn't mind at all. he hands you your mug, navy with little yellow speckles that resembled stars. with his own in hand, he leads you out of the kitchen.
you settle on the couch beside each other. your shoulder lightly bumps against his in steady beats because you're still swaying, as you blow at your drink. worried about you spilling he peels it from you and sets it down on the arm rest to cool on its own. your knee is bouncing now as the next song starts playing, our love.Â
âthere's a girl in town and words gone around she's just fine,â you sing quietly, head dropping onto his shoulder. âso i don't worry my head cause i know her heart is tied to mine.â you tip back onto the cushions, and you raise a dramatic hand to your chest, over your heart. âthe life that we live and the love that i give to her. each day it grows more and more i'm sure, it shows. well,â you shift to face him, leaning closer.Â
âour love, is a bubblin' fountain. our love, that flows into a sea. our love, deeper than any ocean. our love, for eternity.â
you quiet as the second verse starts playing, switching to mouthing the lyrics instead. you look at him with a reverie, head tilted in observation, that makes him nervous. ââŠhe holds me down for sure.â in diligent self-sabotage, he combats this by starting to sing along with you, putting his mug down beside yours, effectively ending the moment as you spring in recognition.
your eyebrows furrow in amusement as you follow suit, planting your hands on his shoulders to move his in tow with yours. the angle is awkward, and he looks a little silly as he does it but it's fine. the chorus plays through and you tire, dipping your head back into his shoulder as he returns your mug to you, albeit still quietly mumbling the lyrics.Â
you practically chug the tea, having reached an ideal temperature. spencer sits sipping slowly, a serial sipper. you curl into his side in the meantime, arm looped through his. after several minutes, he finishes and you take both mugs to the sink, rinsing them swiftly.Â
you slowly but surely continue decorating. two stockings adorned with your initials hang from the key rack in the hallway. handmade paper snowflakes are stuck to the window, snowflakes that had you and spencer hunched over in concentration on the floor a few nights ago, tediously cutting away. you go back and forth on whether the tinsel would go well with the tree, realising all it missed was something sparkly, you wrap it around. spencer nails a simple wreath on the front door, there's a little purple bow on it. snoopy is placed in the midst of the trinkets that sat at your tv tableâgood choice, you think. you change out the pillowcases on the couch for ones with a red flannel pattern and throw the new blanket across the back.Â
the space is perfect, standing in the middle of the room you take a deep breath. waxy candle scented greatness fills your senses, and somehow pine? from the wreath you assume. it's dimly lit, and the low light reflects off the sparkles on the tree gracefully. you wish you had a fireplace during times like this, you take a picture to preserve it anyway.Â
you leave to change into your pyjamas, quickly so the cold doesn't linger on your skin. when you return to the living room you find spencer on the couch, a book perched in his lap. you come up to the back, mistletoe that you fished out of your pocket in hand. you crouch behind him, a little to his right, with the leaves dangling over his head. you graze it lightly on his hair and he looks up. his eyes widen slightly in realisation, but he doesn't try to move, he's intently still. with an amused huff, you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. he's still frozen in place, so as to prolong whatever's happening, a flush spreading across his face. you lean back and drop the sprig into the seat beside him.Â
âgoodnight spencer,â you whisper, suddenly timid. he touches his fingers to the area as you walk away.Â
ËËË âĄ ËËË
a few hours later, he walks into your room, quietly padding across the floor, to your side of the bed. he made the mistake of drinking a cup of coffee a few minutes after you left and now, he can't sleep, naturally. he bends and presses a kiss to your forehead, in some kind of implied reciprocation. you don't feel it, you don't even stir, but for now, that's alright with him.
heâll put the mistletoe up, maybe in the doorway to the kitchen. and hope to god you both find yourselves under it at the same time.
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putting up the christmas tree with quinn hughes pls đ„°
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âYou really didnât have to come.â
âDid you not want me here?âÂ
âIâno. Wait, yes butââ
âItâs your familyâs Christmas tradition,â Quinn interrupted, shooting you a look that felt more amused than exasperated. âDid you really think I was going to miss it?â
âYou have a game in two days,â you deadpanned.Â
âThis may surprise you but I am aware of that fact,â Quinn retorted, his lips twitching upwards when you lightly smacked his arm in response. But he caught your hand before you could pull back, pulling you closer to him. âBabe, I wasnât gonna miss this for the world. We used to join in all the time when we were kids.â
âYes. When we were kids. And werenât proper adults with proper jobs that require proper rest,â you grumbled. âPlus, my parents donât care. Itâs been years sinceââ
âIt has been years but this year is different,â Quinn acknowledged with a small nod. âThis year, Iâm more than just a family friend. Iâm your boyfriend. I want us to be a part of each otherâs lives and traditions, even if it means flying out in the middle of a three day break just for one event. Youâre important to me and I want to show that.â
Your face softened completely, something in your chest tightening at the small but genuine smile on his lips. âFuck, now I look like a dick for trying to make you stay with the team.â
Quinn huffed out a laugh. âItâs cute you care about the team so much.âÂ
âThey are a part of your life,â you countered, throwing his own words back at him. âOf course I care about them.âÂ
Quinnâs smile widened. âSee? Youâre starting to get it.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you grumbled, playfully rolling your eyes before shoving him in the direction of the door. âIf you wanna help, you can go help grab all the boxes from the garage.âÂ
It didnât take too long for all the boxes to be brought into the house, stacked up in the living room before your mother started allocating everyone jobs. You shrieked when Quinn slipped his cold hands under your shirt, sending a shock through your system before you shoved him away and pushed the tangled Christmas lights into his hands as retaliation. The boy only grinned wider in response.
Memories flashed through your mind about spending Christmas with the Hughes family when you were younger and lived right next door. Your parents always taking over the decorating once the rest of you got bored, the tantrums and arguments on who got to put the star at the top, the cookies that Luke always managed to get an extra one of (your mother always gave in to his puppy dog eyes).Â
Those memories were fond but you think you liked this better, watching the way Quinn joked around with your family and took the playful chirps in good stride before dishing them out just as good. It felt different to your childhood, it felt like a new tradition that you were eager to do every year in the future.Â
âMy side looks way better than yours,â Quinn stated confidently as he settled into the spot next to you, his arm thrown over your shoulders to tug you into his side with ease.Â
You snorted, lightly elbowing him. âYouâre lucky youâre good at hockey because your eye for detail is abysmal.âÂ
âCollege girl showing off her fancy vocabulary,â Quinn teased before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. âSâfine, Iâve got years to practice. Your parents are going to be begging for me to decorate the whole tree alone in no time.âÂ
You shook your head fondly. âSo humble.â
He beamed. âAlways.â
âStick to your day job, Hughes.âÂ
âI take it back, Iâm not sharing my cookies with you anymore.â
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I'm a dummy and have fucked up the reblogs.
So I'm going to fix that and delete the incorrect posts so that the chapters are all in one place in the correct order. Please bear with me and I'm sorry for any confusion....
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Gotham is unusually sunny, which works in Steph's favor by providing ample lighting.
Steph adjusts herself, posing just a little against a streetlight behind her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She smooths down her skirt, her favorite black denim pencil skirt that makes her legs look long, for the millionth time. Her oversized jean jacket and fitted purple turtleneck keep her warm as she waits impatiently beside an equally posed Jason.
He's decided to cross his arms and casually lean back against Danny's bike, wearing a tight black thermal henley that really doesn't do anything to hide his muscles. His jeans look painted on, and his leather jacket is tucked safely in her car, parked a little ways away.
They're both pretending they're not acting like peacocks.
It's mostly working.
She's entirely grateful that Sam decided to bail the two troublemakers out, rather than Jason and Steph having to beg. Sibling solidarity can go a long, long way when cute boys and girls are involved, but it's better to err on the safe side when your main antagonist is your pesky nosy cop of a brother.
âŠNot that Steph's a Wayne by any means, but still. It counts.
The sound of bickering, familiar voices cause their nerves of waiting to turn into the nerves of anticipation.
"Fenton I swear to Clockwork I will end you if this happens again!!" Val's smooth baritone rasp is threatening, and even though it's playful, it still brings shivers down Steph's spine.
"What makes you think it'll happen again?" Danny challenges, Jason perking up beside her like a puppy.
"Because I know you, you dolt." Val growls, both of them coming into view now, "I bet you've already got plans on a better version knocking around in that empty head of yours!"
And fuck. Val's wearing a loose yellow crop top and low rider jeans, and with the way she jostles about with Danny, Steph can see a little peak of her abs every time she reaches up. Steph licks her lips at the flash of the other woman's dark skin, wants to bite at the pouch she's got going on that Steph knows means she's packing practical muscle.
Steph really, really wants to get her mouth on that woman ASAP.
If only Val would actually use said god damn muscles and pick up on the damn hints Steph's been leaving, that would be phenomenal.
"Just because you're right doesn't meanâoh!" Danny pauses, causing Val to stutter stop with him reflexively.
"Bossman?" Val squints, before her eyes widen, "Steph? Is thatâŠDanny's bike?"
Jason puffs up his chest, proud, looking especially pleased when Danny beams and rushes towards them to check over his baby. It puts Danny all up in Jason's business, who refuses to step away probably for that purpose. Damn him, but he's smooth.
"Did you guys bail out the bike for him?" Val asks, smile soft as she comes to stand next to Steph, "You really didn't have to, Danny's not worth all that trouble."
"Oh, it was no big." Steph shrugs, peering down at Val through her eyelashes as best she can, "Between you and met? It didn't cost a penny." She winks. "We heard from a little birdy Danny quite likes bad boys."
"Yeah?" Val smirks, and gods is it hot, "And you totally didn't go along with it to, oh, I don't know, egg him on?"
Steph giggles, giggles like a schoolgirl! Ugh. She can't with herself sometimes. "Hey, who says he didn't need my expert help? I'm a beast with a lock pick you know."
Wait. That's not a normal thing to brag about. Abort! Abort!!
"Nice. I'm no slouch either, but I can't imagine it was easy." Val chuckles, shaking her head. "Which of you managed to crack Danny's security system? Your lockpicking skills extend to hacking too?"
âŠApparently, it is a normal thing to brag about. Proceed as planned!
"We had a little help." Steph smiles her most winning smile, leaning a little into Val's space. The other girl's eyes widen, licking her lips, and Steph almost says fuck it, almost leans closer, if onlyâ
"So I was thinkin' we could watch that new horror movie playin' at the threatre," Jason's voice is low, Steph almost misses it, if Val immediately swing her head towards him, "Carnage for Christmas, y'know, 'tis the season and allâŠ"
Pouting at her missed opportunity, she looks over herself to see what the fuss is.
Danny is smiling helplessly up at Jason, who has a hand on the bike and is leaning over him close. They look snug, Danny fiddling nervously and looking besotted whilst Jason is eyeing Danny like he wants to eat him up.
Steph refuses to get jealous. Jason's got a head start, but that doesn't meanâ
"Danny hates Christmas," To her credit, Val looks like she very much does not want to interrupt whatever is going on over there, "Plus, he's scared of ghosts."
Which. What?
Jason, mirroring her confusion, sputters. "ButâI thought?" Jason's eye flick back and forth between a sheepishly embarrassed Danny and a reluctantly cockblocking Val. He settles on the safest thing to say. "Isn't Amity Park 'The Most Haunted Town in America'?"
Both Amity Parkers nod with a grimace.
"Aren't your parents ghost hunters?" Steph asks, though she regrets it when both of them stare at her with hard eyes.
"We never told you my last name." Danny's voice quavers, and he backs up just a tiny bit. "âŠDid you look into me?" Jason's expression crumbles, just that tiny bit, reaching over only to stop and bring his hand back when Danny flinches.
You mean his bully and his stalker? Sam had said. Fuck.
Steph and Jason both try to say no, onlyâonly they did. Thankfully, Val steps in.
"Danny, they're Waynes." Her voice is forcefully calm. "It would be weirder if they didn't look into you."
That, thank all the fucking gods, does the trick. Steph bites her lip from refuting her Wayne status, watching tensely as Danny starts to cautiously relax, no longer looking like he's ready to bolt at any minute.
"Right." Danny breathes, relaxing enough to lean back into Jason's personal bubble, "Right, of course."
Steph and Jason silently resolve to give Val an expensive gift and a raise, respectively.
"Where did you find out about his parents?" Val asks, still in that forceful calm, silently urging them toâŠwhat, give a good excuse?
"From us, guard dog. Breathe a little." Sam's voice sounds out from the police station. "Not that I blame you, but we promise Danny is safe."
It's an odd thing to say, a concerning thing. She can tell Jason's already made a mental note to figure that shit out pronto. Boy's definitely gotten attached.
"Long time no see!" Tucker grins, waving at the four of them, "Sorry we took so long, that brother of yours had a lotta questions and Sam was not having it."
"ACAB." Sam deadpans, rolling her eyes and startling laughter out of Steph and Jason.
"He's not even supposed to be here," Steph rolls his eyes, "He usually works over in Bludhaven."
"He gave us some bull about police officer exchanges," Jason adds on, "which neither of us bought."
Danny relaxes all the way now, darting up a glance as a softly smiling Jason (gag) and even daringly leaning a shoulder against him. Jason preens.
"Wait go back," Val squints suspicious eyes at Tucker, "What do you mean long time no see?"
"It was a joke," Tucker's smile goes sly, "We met yesterday, committed our first crime in Gotham together and everything."
"Even got ice cream to celebrate" Sam smirks, "Swapped stories."
Danny looks up at Jason, wide eyes sad and mouth pouty, "You committed crime and got ice cream without us?"
Steph watches as Jason try to placate Danny, who is clearly joking and not having it, and feels all kinds of jealous and happy for him.
It just reminds her that she's gotta get going, so she leans just that little bit closer to Val, who is focused on Sam.
"What kind of stories?" Val crosses her arms, which. Delicious. Steph wants to bite them. Maybe Steph has an oral fixation.
She's okay with that. Hopefully Val is too.
"OhâŠyou know," Tucker drawls out, taking his sweet time, "Like how Danny's parents are ghost hunters turned ecto-biologists, a little bit about the ghosts and our town heroesâŠ"
"âŠmaybe a little bit about the Phan Club," Sam adds, not so innocently, "And how you were obsessed with Martina William's buck teeth in Junior Year because you thought they made her so cute, like Bugs Bunnyâ"
That seems to be the last straw. Val lunges.
Sam and Val chase each other, another, less monkey'd version of how Danny and Val brawled together.
It gave Steph more opportunity to observe their fighting styles, do a little more guesswork on the mystery that was Amity Park.
Danny liked to throw things, reliant on his apparent strength. Not for the first time, Steph wondered if Danny was a meta, if this was further proof that maybe Danny was Phantom, the blurry, hazmatted hero of Amity Park.
Val liked to flip and trip people up, even now, she was hooking her feet and flipping over objects on the street. She's been filmed on all sorts of security cameras, but her background doesn't discount her as Red Huntress, the newer hero that seemed antagonistic towards Phantom. Steph's not sure though, there isn't a lot of overlap beyond that in their fighting styles, and maybe it's the suit but Huntress' body type looked more svelte.
Sam, apparently, liked to use the other's momentum against them, stepping out and pushing against already moving limbs to twist them all around, topsy turvy. When Val went low to sweep a foot under, Sam stepped back and kicked it, turning Val all the way around and giving Sam a wide opening to the other girl's back, easy pickings
Steph squinted. Red Huntress liked to use weapons, so it was harder to really cement a fighting style, but she's seen Huntress use that move in one of the clips Babs sent over. And Sam was a little more on the petite side...
âŠWas Sam Red Huntress?
"You guys really like to brawl, huh." Steph said absently, trying to see if she could make any other connections.
"Everyone in Amity Park knows at least a little somethin' about brawling." Tucker shrugs, "It'd be hard not to, Most of the older generations were really into self-protection of any kind, even before the ghosts came around."
"Mom's a 9th degree black belt and Dad does judo," Danny agrees, "Jazz, my sister, took to Krav Maga like a duck to water, but got Dad's terrible aim."
"What about you?" Jason asks, peering at Danny's arms, no doubt remembering Danny's ease in tossing Val clear across a room and probably drooling about it. "Judo?"
Danny blushed, but it was Tucker that answered. "Danny's a whiz with weapons." He grinned a sharp little grin, "And yeah, he knows a lil' somethin' about judo. He's stronger than he looks."
Danny scratched the back of his neck, bashfully, "Mom was a little disappointed about the Krav Maga, I just don't have the head for it, but she perked right up when she found out I was good at handlin' guns."
Jason's eyes flared, and he leaned in a little closer with a gleam to his eye, voice so low Steph could scoop it up from the god damn floor. "Yeah?"
Ugh. Someone gag her. This does put the Phantom thing a little on the grayer side, since the 'ghost' hero relied more on their punches.
Steph shakes her head to clear her thought, looking hopefully over at where Sam and Val were still at it. She sighed, but turned back with a smile anyway. "And Val?"
"Val's dad works in Security," Danny's ears are so very red from Jason's attentions, "She's got some history in Hapkido, or was it Taekwondo?"
"Explains all the kicks," Jason whistles, "And all of Amity Park's like that?"
"Nobody realized how weird it was to have PE just be a karate class until Sam came around." Tucker continues, gesturing to the girls, "She came to town later, but she's also kind of good at most physical things."
"She's kicked my butt too many times to count," Danny grumbles, "Aikido is tricky to handle."
"At least you can keep up." Tucker rolls his eyes. "Leave some talent for the rest of us."
"Says the resident tech genius." Danny scoffs, but wisely keeps it at that when tucker rolls his eyes. "Besides, you're passable at guns."
"Passable," Tucker mocks, "Gee thanks."
The more she hears about Danny, the more she thinks he's too good for Jason. But then again, he also seemed perfect for him, so Steph called it a wash.
"So about that movie?" Jason decided to change the subject, probably impatient to get loverboy to himself. "We could watch something else, if Christmas or scary movies aren't your thing."
"The new Venom is out," Danny perked right up, turning towards Tucker for some reason, "We've been meaning to see that, right?"
"Uh," Tucker hesitates, gaze wide and frantic as it darts between Danny and Jason, "Y-yeah, buddy but I thinkâ"
"The Marvel movies are one of the few movie franchises we can all agree on," Danny explains, turning back to Jason and looking up brightly, "We usually wait to watch on stream or something, butâŠ" Danny bites his lip shyly, voice quieting, "âŠmaybe we can watch it theatre just this once?"
Jason looks like he's trying his damnedest to not look disappointed, whichâSteph feels for him, really. She and Tucker share a look, trying to figure out how to delicately navigate out of this disaster.
"Actually, I was thinking ofâ" Steph tries, only to be interrupted by a loud boom!
All six of them stiffen, bracing themselves and looking for the source. Those stories about Amity Park being a less Gothic version of Gotham is starting to hold water.
"Hello, Gotham!" A familiar grating voice echoes, "Welcome to my funtime jamboree!"
"Which one is this guy?" Val asks, still looking for the rogue.
"It's Riddler," Steph and Jason say at the same time.
Val groans, Sam rolling her eyes as the boys for some reason cheer.
"There are several bombs hidden throughout Gotham," Riddler continues over the police speaker system, "And each of them require someâŠshall be say creative problem solving!"
Steph gets tugged by the arm, pulled away before can even think about a way to separate naturally and disappear with Jason.
"Val?" Next to her, Jason has being herded by Sam, as Danny and Tucker conspire together over what looks like an old, beat up PDA.
"Danny and Tucker love escape rooms," Val explains, face scrunched up cutey in distaste, "I've been dragged to too many to countâ"
"WaitâRiddler is too dangerous for citizens toâ" Jason starts, trying to turn around to grab Danny, but is pushed forward by a surprisingly strong Sam.
"Yes, yes," Sam rolls her eyes, "We know, civilians etcetera and all that. Don't worry."
Steph and Jason try to argue, but are summarily stuffed into Steph's carâwhen did Val pick pocket her keys? Why is that so hot?
Before either of them can comprehend, Steph's been buckled into the driver's seat, Jason in the passenger, with the car somehow running.
The doors slam, and when both of them look through the passenger window, Sam has Tucker and Val in a rental car with her, Danny on his ecto-bike, already driving off.
Towards the commotion.
Steph and Jason share a look.
"What the fuck just happened?" Steph asks, stupefied.
"I didn't get Danny's number." Jason answers, equally confused but still buckling up and putting in a comm, "And you didn't even get to flirt."
"Hey!" Steph defends, putting in her own comm, "I'm not the one whose date thought they were asking the whole group to the movies!"
"Just drive," Jason growls, but it's lost in the sound of Steph revving her engine and their comms bursting into life with Babs' commanding voice and Duke's cheery timbre.
Riddler first, then dates.
Hopefully.
Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.
ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)
Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)
also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.
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Valâs pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.
Sheâs pretty sure heâs The Crime Lord, actually. Sheâs like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and sheâs low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes.Â
The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.
To be clear, sheâs not mad about Red Hood himself.Â
Sheâs just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriendâs third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so sheâs mad about it.
She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car sheâs working on today. Being a mechanic wasnât really on the docket for Valâs life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly?Â
Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition.Â
Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy.Â
So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies.Â
Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. Heâs flexible on hours, and sheâs even got rudimentary insurance.Â
All in All? It could be worseâshe could still be working for Vlad, after all.Â
It's the little things.
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CaitVi Streamer Headcanons
Streamer Caitlyn x Streamer Vi x female Reader Headcanons
1. Streamer Chaos
Caitlynâs streams are polished, focused, and often tactical, whether sheâs dominating in FPS games or discussing strategies with her chat. Sheâs the analytical one, always reading her opponents and responding gracefully, even in defeat.
Vi, on the other hand, streams pure chaos. Sheâs loud, competitive, and incredibly reactive to the highs and lows of her games. Her stream often involves a lot of trash-talking, slamming the desk (lightly), and sometimes standing up mid-game to shout at the screen.
You? Youâre their grounding force, occasionally wandering between the two setups to bring snacks, drinks, or calm them down when a particularly intense game has them riled up.
2. Cute Interactions on Stream
Sometimes, you appear on Viâs stream just to egg her on. âBabe, Caitâs gonna destroy you again if you keep rushing in like that,â you tease, leaning into her frame.
Caitlyn's chat loves seeing you pop into her stream because you always bring a sense of calm. Youâll hand her a cup of tea or sneak a kiss to her cheek, prompting Caitlynâs infamous deadpan: âDonât let Vi see this,she might cry.â
When Caitlyn and Vi stream together, their streams are full of back-and-forth banter, playful insults, and moments of teamwork that go hilariously wrong. Youâre often caught in the crossfire when they drag you into their antics.
3. Dinner Drama
After Caitlyn utterly demolishes Vi in an intense round of Apex Legends, Vi refuses to speak. You bring dinner to the table, trying not to laugh at her overdramatic huffs and pouts.
Caitlyn doesnât help, though. She casually asks for a dinner roll, knowing full well itâll set Vi off. As predicted, Vi flings the roll at Caitlyn, who dodges dramatically before laughing and picking it up. âYou missed, sweetheart.â
Caitlyn leans over Viâs chair, wrapping her arms around her and pressing teasing kisses to her cheek. âI canât believe you let this unhinged mongoose beat you,â she murmurs, her tone dripping with amusement. Vi tries to hold back a smile, but her mumbled âshut upâ only makes you both giggle harder.
4. Protective Moments
Viâs chat can get rowdy, and while most fans adore your presence, thereâs always a troll or two who makes snide comments about you. The first time it happens, Vi is not having it. She stops her game mid-round, fixes her camera with a death glare, and goes on a fiery rant about respecting her girlfriend.
Caitlyn, however, handles trolls differently. Sheâll casually ban them without a second thought, coolly saying, âYouâre clearly not here for the right reasons. Bye.â Her chat cheers her on every time.
You feel so loved by how fiercely they both protect you, though you often tell them not to worry about the comments. âTheyâre just jealous they donât get dinner rolls thrown at them by Vi,â you joke.
5. Competitive Chaos
When Vi loses a game to Caitlyn (which happens often), sheâll dramatically collapse into your lap while youâre sitting nearby, whining, âWhy are you with her when sheâs such a bully?â
You canât help but laugh, running your fingers through her hair. Caitlyn, from her desk, will smirk and say, âBecause I bring her snacks and donât break my keyboard after every loss.â
One time, Vi gets so worked up after losing three matches in a row that she challenges Caitlyn to a physical game of Mario Kart. You end up being the neutral referee, though you mostly just laugh as Vi leans so far into the turns she nearly falls off the couch.
6. Sweet Moments Behind the Scenes
After an exhausting stream, the three of you cuddle up on the couch. Caitlyn leans against your shoulder while Vi sprawls across both of you. Despite their competitive nature on stream, theyâre both soft with you, taking turns to kiss your temple and thank you for always being there for them.
On Caitlynâs birthday stream, you and Vi plan a surprise. Mid-stream, you burst into her room with a cake and balloons, and her normally calm demeanor breaks into pure joy. The chat floods with hearts as she pulls both of you into a hug, her headset awkwardly bumping against your face.
7. Dealing With the Drama
The three of you sit down together to discuss handling fan toxicity when it flares up. Caitlyn insists on stricter moderation rules, while Vi wants to call out every disrespectful fan by name.
âBabe, you canât go to war with every troll,â Caitlyn tells Vi, amused.
âWatch me,â Vi responds, though she eventually agrees that focusing on the positive outweighs feeding into the negativity.
8. Fan Favorites
Fans adore how much Caitlyn and Vi clearly love you. Compilations of the three of you interacting flood YouTube and TikTok, with titles like "Cutest Streamer Trio Moments!"
Your favorite clip? The time Caitlyn leaned over to kiss Vi after a win, only for you to pop up in the background and say, âForgetting something?â Both of them immediately pulled you into frame for kisses, and the chat exploded with comments about how lucky you all were to have each other.
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I take requests!
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HELLO!!! sorry if I request again because I really like how you writeđđ, I come with another request, something that I saw once in a fanfic and I loved the idea, it could be any other character you want but I see it more in Sanji (don't let it be obvious that I'm a Sanji lover HAHAH) well the issue is discovering that the character always carries with him a photo of gn!reader, whether it is a photo of them or the wanted poster of gn!reader
Carrying My Love With Me - Sanji, Shachi, Bartolomeo
Content: SFW, these boys are in love with you, strawhat reader in Bartoâs, only Sanjiâs is an explicit established relationship
Notes* Noooo please donât apologize I love getting engagement :D and I finally get a prompt that I feel is perfect for my boy Barto!!
Sanji
Sanji is not shy at all about his picture of you that he keeps in his jacket pocket
He absolutely adores looking at you and your cute face, so when he has any excuse to pull that picture out, he does
Heâll use your photo to brag about you to other men all the time, claiming that youâre all his
That photo would always be in pristine condition, never letting anyone take it from him and making sure it doesnât get destroyed after a battle
He would also pull it out anytime when he feels down, using your face as motivation in his dark times- even if itâs just him sulking over something
He takes out the photo while heâs cooking and sets it somewhere in sight. He talks to himself a lot as he cooks, so having your photo there makes him feel a little less silly
He promises your photo that heâs making this meal with love, and that he wishes he could share it with you
He does get a little embarrassed the next time he sees you and the crew rats on him about the photo, though
But after youâre reassurance that you think itâs sweet, he melts in your arms all over again, just like he always does
Shachi
What Shachi keeps with him is a picture of the two of you together
He hides it in his pillowcase, not wanting anyone to find it and make fun of him
Heâs weirdly sensitive about the crew thinking heâs soft or something
But when youâre not around, itâs nice to have a piece of you nearby to hang onto
He pulls it out when heâs alone just to look at you- to study your eyes and the shape of your nose with a goofy little smile on his face
When people are around or he just wants to hold onto something while heâs lying down, heâll put his arm into his pillow case and just hold onto the picture with his eyes closed, picturing you beside him, pretending heâs got you in his arms
Shachi is a romantic, heâs just too ashamed to admit it
The day Penguin is on laundry duty, he finds it and teases his friend relentlessly about it, holding it up in the dining hall and loudly proclaiming that he didnât know his best friend had a girlfriend, and how could he not share this information?
A lot of chaos ensues, and after some teasing he snatches it back possessively
Bartolomeo
With you being a Strawhat, of course heâs got your wanted poster hung up in his room!
Luffy and his crew are his number one, and he loves Luffy, but you and him definitely had a special kind of relationship
Anytime you two meet, thereâs always flirting involved
More from you than him, because heâs losing his mind with each compliment and sexual innuendo that comes out of your mouth
He didnât expect that when heâd met you at first and went wild, swearing up and down that heâd do anything you asked just to hear your heavenly voice speaking like that again
So that picture is special to him, and he ends up fawning over it quite often- especially whenever he feels like he misses you
He rants to the crew all about how much he loves you to anyone that will lend him an ear (and to those who donât, as well if there are anyone like that on the crew)
You make sure to sign it next time
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