#I SIMPLY. it felt like a good night for it.

[psychoticfemmm]

between two worlds

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: Rafe steps out of his comfort zone to join the Pogues for a beach night.

The beach was alive with the usual chaos that defined the Pogues. JJ was digging through a cooler for beer, Kie was setting up a makeshift bonfire, and Pope was arguing with John B over whose turn it was to collect firewood. You sat on a blanket, watching the sunset over the ocean, your heart racing as Rafe Cameron’s figure loomed in the distance.

“I can’t believe you invited him,” JJ said, shooting you a pointed look as he cracked open a beer. “This is sacred Pogue territory, Y/N.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” you said simply, brushing sand off your legs.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” JJ muttered under his breath.

Sarah shot him a look. “Give him a chance, JJ. If Y/N can handle his crazy ass, we can for one night.”

You turned to see Rafe walking toward you, his shoulders slightly tense, his hands shoved in his pockets. The evening light softened his features, but you could tell he was uneasy. He wasn’t exactly a welcome presence among the Pogues, and he knew it.

“You didn’t tell me it’d be this many people,” he murmured when he reached you, leaning down to kiss your temple.

“Rafe, it’s literally just them,” you teased, gesturing toward the group. “You’ll survive.”

He rolled his eyes but sat down next to you, his hand instinctively resting on your knee. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

JJ snorted. “Look at him. Acting like he belongs here.”

“JJ,” you warned.

Rafe tensed but didn’t rise to the bait, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin. “Nice to see you too, Maybank.”

“Alright, everybody chill,” Sarah interjected, sitting cross-legged on the blanket. She gave Rafe a small smile. “Thanks for coming, Rafe. Even though I know you’re out of your element.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “You could say that.”

“Just don’t kill the vibe,” JJ added, plopping down on the other side of you.

The tension was thick at first. Rafe sat quietly, his usual cocky demeanor dimmed in the face of the Pogues’ scrutiny. You felt the weight of his discomfort, and it made you squeeze his hand reassuringly. He looked at you, his blue eyes softening as if to say, I’m doing this for you.

As the night wore on, the tension began to ease. JJ’s antics and John B’s storytelling had everyone laughing, even Rafe cracking a smile here and there.

“Alright, I have to ask,” Kie said, looking directly at Rafe. “How does a Kook prince like you end up with a Pogue queen?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Kie—”

“No, it’s fine,” Rafe said, surprising you. He leaned back on his hands, glancing at you with a small smirk. “I guess I just like a challenge.”

JJ scoffed, but Kie rolled her eyes. “Seriously, though.”

Rafe’s expression softened as he looked at you. “She’s different. She doesn’t care about any of the crap I used to think mattered. She calls me out when I’m being an idiot, but she also makes me want to be better.”

The Pogues fell silent, exchanging surprised looks. Even JJ looked slightly less annoyed.

“She’s good at that,” Sarah said, smiling at you.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but before you could respond, JJ pointed at Rafe with his beer bottle. “Alright, Cameron, you’re scoring some points. But don’t think I’m not watching you.”

“Duly noted,” Rafe replied dryly, earning a laugh from John B.

As the night wound down, you and Rafe wandered a little farther down the beach, away from the firelight and the laughter of your friends. The ocean waves crashed gently against the shore, and the cool breeze tugged at your hair.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” you said, bumping his shoulder playfully.

He huffed a laugh, wrapping an arm around your waist. “They hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” you assured him. “They’re just…protective.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you. “And you’re worth protecting.”

You rolled your eyes, but the sincerity in his gaze made your heart skip. He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I mean it,” he said softly. “I know I don’t always fit into your world, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I do. For you.”

Your breath hitched as his thumb traced your cheek, his touch warm and familiar. “Rafe…”

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the waves.

Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken word into it. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted against him, the rest of the world fading away.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Alright,” you said, your voice teasing but soft. “You’re forgiven for being awkward.”

“Awkward?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I was charming.”

“You were stiff,” you corrected with a laugh.

He grinned, kissing you again, this time quicker but no less sweet. “You bring me around them enough, and I’ll charm them too.”

“Let’s not push it,” you teased, lacing your fingers with his as you started walking back toward the fire.

In the distance, you could hear JJ yelling, “Hey! No PDA where we can see it!”

Rafe groaned, but you just laughed, pulling him closer. He might not be a Pogue, but tonight, he’d proven he was yours—and that was more than enough.

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[cocoamide]

YOU'RE MY WISHLIST! ♡

⟡ synopsis ─ gojo satoru's the man who seems to be everywhere you go, whether it be within the comfort of your own home or miles away from the place. well, guess what happens when you show up looking a little too fine at your college's annual christmas eve party?

꣑ৎ content ─ MDNI, brother'sbsf!satoru / collegesenior!satoru x afab!reader, reader is suguru's younger sister, no use of y/n, reader can't escape him, suggestive content, reader is in love w/ gojo (and vice versa), intentional use of lowercase, usage of pet names e.g baby, pretty, good girl, etc., smut in the form of fingering, and probably more idk

◖word count — 2.6k

☆ credits ─ live laugh love @anitalenia 4 the gorgeous divider <3 no specific inspiration for this fic, just felt like writing one fueled by my christmas spirit (i have never celebrated christmas in my life, so if u caught me lacking, no u didn't!)

꩜ author's note ─ first fic ever & ofc it's ft. my man !! i'm not v satisfied with this work and it was really rushed towards the end, so feedback is much appreciated :3 merry xmas to all those celebrating and happy holidays ♡ title's from "a nonsense christmas" by sabrina carpenter :3

when you left home for college, you were certain you’d outrun the real-life horrors of your past— your parents' scoldings, the shitty food served at your school's cafeteria, the fake people you were surrounded by, and most importantly, your brother's best friend, gojo satoru, who just seemed to get finer with every single passing day.

the man was, for some reason, genetically white-haired all over. yeah, he had albinism, but god, the sight of him was no less than breath-taking. his sparkling, cerulean orbs, which glowed mesmerizingly both under the moonlight and the sun, seemed more and more enchanting with each passing moment. as the years went by with him by your brother's side, you told yourself to look away, refusing to acknowledge the feelings that flickered inside whenever you saw him. you did whatever you could to let go of them— tried to distract yourself with the shittiest of boyfriends, avoided him at school, locked yourself up in your room whenever he came over to hang out with your brother, you name it.

however, it seemed that luck hated, no, despised your embrace no matter how much you yearned for it, considering how the menace was always hovering around, inserting himself into your life at the most inconvenient moments. you're rehearsing for a school play in an empty classroom? the next thing you know, he has an arm propped around your shoulder and smiling at you in the most stupidly handsome way ever with a lollipop in his mouth as he asks you to just... practice with him around. oh, you're trying to get him off of you now? he'll steal your script before you can escape him and raise his hand up as high in the air as possible so you can't reach it. "hey, give it back!" you exclaim, only to be met by a smug smirk on his face and the most annoying "nuh-uh." he completely refuses unless you promise to not kick him out until the practice session is over.

you're walking back home with your brother, suguru? oops, gojo is there too! he's ruffling your hair no matter how pissed you get and yell at him; he only finds joy and pleasure in seeing you in this enraged state. whether he was a sadist, masochist, or simply insane, you did not know.

so, starting college felt like stepping into freedom. no more conversations centered around satoru, no more being so pissed you lose your voice from screaming, and no more late-night sob sessions everytime he got a new girlfriend.

however, it seemed that you'd forgotten that the stars didn't quite align for you, and the universe had decided to remind you of that very fact by ensuring that satoru received enough distinctions to be able to transfer universities. oh, and of course, the one he'd chosen just had to be the one you'd decided to spend the next 4 years of your life in. it wasn't until after you’d moved into your dorm and started your classes that you found out.

the first time you saw him around campus, you were freaked the fuck out. nevertheless, you simply assumed he was visiting a friend or relative and dismissed the sight.

however, much to your dismay, you discovered that he was, in fact, a senior at your college—a 2nd year, to be exact. it wouldn't be an understatement to assume you nearly had a heart attack when you found out, considering how this was the same guy who used to have a 2.6 gpa back in high school. when did he even start taking his studies seriously and lock in hard enough to meet the criteria and eligibility for your university, one of the most prestigious in the entire country? instead of rooting for you, fate just had to be your biggest hater.

every single time you saw him around, gojo would come up to you to exchange greetings and obviously, tease you about the most embarrassing things from your past while his obnoxious fangirls stared you the fuck down, wondering why he's so close to you even though you're just a freshman who should have nothing to do with him.

what surprised you more, however, was that you sometimes shared the same sentiment as them because you were definitely never this close with satoru. not in all the years your brother used to hang out with him, or all the times you'd seen each other on family dinners. sure, he'd teased you plenty, but he had no real concern or curiosity towards you. you found him walking you to classes, treating you to coffee and meals, buying you all the snacks you could ever need during exam preparations and so much more that you could never even list down.

and worst of all, the feelings you'd so desperately pushed away in the past had now creeped their way back into your heart and embedded every inch of your soul even deeper.

it struck you then—satoru’s actions might not be out of pure obligation. that would’ve been far too simple, too detached for someone like satoru. maybe, just maybe, there was something more to it, something unspoken lingering beneath it all. you couldn’t say for sure if it was intentional or not, but whatever it was, it felt personal, like you mattered in a way that went beyond the promises he'd made to your elder brother and family.

but still, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was all just in your head. satoru’s actions, the way he treated you—it didn’t necessarily mean what you thought it did. it could be nothing—satoru’s actions didn’t have to mean anything. maybe you were just fooling yourself, letting your feelings cloud your judgment. so, you buried them as deep as you could, pushing them aside, telling yourself that letting go was the only way to protect yourself from the uncertainty. it was easier to convince yourself that you were just being delusional instead of facing what could be very real.

although, you do seriously question your latter supposition at your annual college christmas eve party when satoru, dressed in the sexiest 3-piece navy blue pinstripe suit with a black tie, has you pinned against the door of the nearest bathroom. if haven't had the opportunity to pay enough attention to his luminous, cerulean eyes up until now, you do at this very moment when he's staring at you like a predator would at it's prey.

"satoru," you let out a breath you weren't aware of holding, "what are you doing?" gojo, whose gaze had shifted down to your lips, let out a chuckle. "oh, so it's satoru now," he murmured, his hand pushing your hair behind your ear. "fine, 'toru..," you pronounce, going back to the nickname you'd started calling him during the while you'd spent with him. "that's more like it." his eyes meet yours again, conveying the desire and thirst that stirred within him— for how long, nobody knows.

the air around you two was thicker than usual, laced with tension as well as something… else. "you still haven't answered my question." upon your words, the white-haired man's face broke out into a cupid-induced smile, the most beautiful you'd ever seen. "well," his right thumb traced the outline of your lips so light as if you'd break from further pressure, "i thought you looked beautiful." what he says renders you speechless, your throat gone dry and your cheeks turning the prettiest shade of rose (in his eyes, at least.) "you always do, but even more so today." and if you weren't already a flustered mess, you would most certainly be now.

your reaction only draws a smirk on his face, and he decides to tease you a little more. "so, on that note, what do you think i'm doing?," his voice lowers as his hand traces its way down to your neck. "i... uh- i don't know... you tell me." satoru grins, only wanting to push you further.

"yeah? how about i show you instead?" and a mere instant later, his lips come crashing down on yours— you couldn't say you hadn't been expecting or anticipating it, but absolutely nothing could prepare you for the way his warm and impossibly soft lips felt against yours. initially, you froze, and you came to realise that all the possibilities you'd once ignored were now very much real.

it wasn't a bad thing— no, nowhere near it, maybe even one of the best that could ever happen to you. however, it did feel like too much of a development to be able to process in a matter of seconds.

upon the realisation that you hadn't responded to his advances, satoru pulled back from the kiss, seeming rather puzzled. "was i wrong?" he inquires, voice lower and deeper than it normally would be.

the melodic sound of his voice is what breaks your trance and serves as your call back to reality. you wanted to say no, reach for his collar, get on your tip-toes and lean in to kiss him, but you were stuck in place. you couldn't find your voice or your words, and it felt like your heels were superglued to the tiles of the bathroom floor.

if it hadn't already been obvious, you'd been yearning for this moment for god knows how long, and now that it was handed to you on a sliver platter, you couldn't simply pass up on it. being well aware of the fact that this encounter could change your and satoru's relationship for either the better or the worse, you took a deep breath, cupped the sides of his face, and tilted your head just enough to be able to kiss the man. your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer, if that was possible.

being the way he is, satoru smiled into the kiss and lowered his hands to your hips. he could tell you were pouring each and every emotion from both the past and the present, and of course, he was doing the same.

it was inevitable, really— now that you could feel his skin against yours, it wasn't too difficult to put the pieces together and figure out that this was all bound to happen, already having been inked into the wondrous book of fate.

and so, for the first time in all the years you'd spent alongside satoru, you could say that the universe was, in fact, rooting for you. the way gojo's lips moved against yours, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world when he pulled away, the way the both of you heavily panted but still chased each other's warmth again barely seconds later, are more than enough confirmation.

"no, you weren't," you reply, feeling giddier than you ever had. "i wasn't what?" his hands caress your cheek with a carefulness that was almost unlike him, and your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest (in the best way possible.) "you weren't wrong."

"and i'm still not wrong if i do this?" his large hand reached under your clothes and wandered up to your waist, resting over the skin of the region. "or this?" his mouth had reached your neck, leaving kisses-turned-bites all over, which were sure to transform into hickeys.

"no... no, you're not," you let out breathlessly, unable to escape the fire coursing through your veins at the slightest touch. you wanted more, so much more, and satoru was the only one who could fulfil your needs— not that you would have it any other way.

"you sure, pretty?" the corner of his mouth went up, resulting in a lopsided grin— he was obviously teasing you, that was just the way he was and always had been.

"uh-huh," you nod to reaffirm your statement. "good girl," he breathes out, only contributing to the echoes in the parts of your body which ached for him so badly.

his long fingers played and toyed with the hem of your dress, as if to test the waters. when you didn't resist, his hand sneaked up your thigh, gently fondling the skin.

despite the confidence in his actions, he observed every expression on your face cautiously, ensuring that nothing he did hurt you or made you uncomfortable in any way. when you show no signs on unease but instead only desire, he goes on to satisfy and soothe your needs.

his fingers traced their way up your inner thighs and lurked over the already soaked fabric of your underwear, bringing about a chuckle from satoru. "so needy for me already, hm?" he remarks, as if his own pants weren't tightening upon the observation.

"shut up, 'toru..." you're trying to regain your composure and keep up an attitude, but to no avail. the fact that he has you exactly where he wants you isn't helping, either. you're even trying to avoid his gaze, but the way you can feel his presence everywhere makes it impossible to do so— besides, he's making you face him again using his index finger and thumb to hold your chin in between, as he whispers out a "look at me, baby."

and when you do, you have to let out a gasp at the sight of him— his disheveled hair which was perfectly tamed at the start of the night, his half-lidded eyes as he looks at you like you're his entire world and his lips that are now slightly bruised and swollen from the kisses you've shared. it was beyond enough to get you all the more hot and bothered.

oh, but that's not the only factor contributing to the sounds you're making— it's also the way he's pulled your panties to the side and is currently tracing your slit ever so slowly. "want more, princess?" nearly mocking tone.

you hardly even manage to let out a hum before his slender fingers are running over the most sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan from you. your eyes roll all the way back when one of his digits slides inside you just a moment later— you'd never been this sensitive, but it seems that was going to be entirely different with satoru.

he added one after the other, and now, three of his freakishly large fingers were pumping in and out of you relentlessly— he was so good with them, you could practically taste your orgasm about to wash over you.

"'m close, satoru," you whimper out almost pathetically, and his fingers are going even deeper now, hitting the spots you'd never even dreamt of reaching on your own. "yeah? is my princess gonna cum for me?" his voice is rough and he's groaning as if he's the one receiving the pleasure.

you can only nod as your arousal overwhelms you, white ropes of cum spurting out from your throbbing hole with one final thrust of his fingers. his entire hand was covered in your fluids, which he brought up to his mouth to be able to savor the sweetness of your juices on his tongue. god, he was an obsessed freak when it came to you.

"ew, satoru! why would you do that?" you hold back a giggle, expressing faux disgust at his actions. he only kisses you in response instead of using his words, making sure you get to taste what he'd drawn out of you as well.

"you think suguru's gonna be mad?" he asks, obviously amused at the idea of your brother enraged when he finds out what you and satoru have done. "oh yeah, definitely." he sweetly presses yet another kiss to your lips.

"if it's at the expense of me getting everything i wished for, i don't care, babe."

@cuntphoric :33

[writingastory]

Headcanons: The Morning After

Prompt: "It’s the first time they’ve woken up together in the same bed, and one partner is mesmerized by the other’s sleeping face—softly watching them wake up, still sleepy and a little disoriented."

Pairings: Xavier x fem!reader; Zayne x fem!reader; Rafayel x fem!reader; Sylus x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive thingies

Genre: "Normal" AU (no Evol, no Wanderers - just normal life)

A/N: I originally wanted to write some angsty, but couldn't bring myself to it. Life's hard enough, let's enjoy some fluff. Hope you enjoy! 💕

🌟 Xavier was still fast asleep by the time you woke up. The sun was tickling your nose in a way it usually did not - and it took you a moment to realize why it felt so strange. You were not in your bed... or your room for that matter.

🌟 Looking around, you found your clothes strewn about the room - and your boyfriend in bed, right by your side, under the blankets. Naked. Just like you.

🌟 A pleasant shiver ran up your spine, images of the night before flickering through your mind. His touches, his kisses - the way you two entangled under the sheets, and became one...

🌟 You smiled and traced the light marks on your skin. Xavier stirred lightly next to you and you couldn't help snuggling into his back, leaving gentle kisses on the back of his neck. Your fingers traced his spine with a feather-light touch, before continuing to draw invisible patterns into his skin.

🌟 He stirred again and rolled onto his other side, facing you. He blinked a few times and scrunched his nose cutely as the light hit his eyes. You giggled and kissed his nose. "Good morning," you whispered, cupping his face gently. He hummed in response, a small smile forming on his lips.

🌟 Xavier was far from ready to start his day. He scooted closer to you and pushed you onto your back slowly, snuggling into your side, his face hidden in your neck as his arms engulfed you carefully - as if you were a precious treasure that would break if he used too much force. His lips found your collarbone, planting soft kisses on the warm skin there.

🌟 "Good morning, indeed..." he mumbled between kisses, his hand finding your thigh, pulling it over his hips to lock you together once more. His one hand gripped your knee to hold your leg in place as his other snaked around the back of your neck to keep you close to him, stealing kiss after kiss from you, each one deeper and more intimate than the one before - and you suddenly had the feeling that you would not leave that bed for a couple more hours...

❄️ Zayne woke up before sunrise - 5 AM sharp, as he did every single day. His internal clock was as precise as a Swiss watch. He jolted slightly as he felt movements next to him; it was a strange feeling to share the bed. The smallest of smiles graced his lips as his eyes fell onto your form in the dim light of your shared bedroom, buried underneath the many blankets.

❄️ He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, his head resting on his hand comfortably. Zayne watched you in silence, enjoying the serenity of the moment. He was in no hurry. You two had been dating for months and decided to go on a last-minute vacation in Snowcrest. Away from friends, family - and work. A well deserved break from life that had gotten just a tad too hectic lately.

❄️ Zayne just loved spending time with you. He had invited you on this vacation for this very reason. You two becoming intimate was not planned - but not unwelcome either. It was simply the perfect addition to a perfect day.

❄️ He scooted closer carefully, trying not to wake you up. He just needed to be closer to you now, feeling your soft skin under his fingertips once again...

❄️ You stirred a bit as his fingers trailed over your exposed neck and shoulders, reaching the edge of the blanket. Slowly, he pushed them off your form, small goosebumps appearing on your warm skin. Maybe it was selfish - he should let you rest for however long you needed to - but...

❄️ His lips followed the path his fingers forged a few moments earlier, leaving tender, loving kisses. He felt your stir once more before your opened your eyes, smiling fondly. "Hey..." your voice was hoarse, still thick from sleep. "Hey," he answered quietly, the tiniest smirk forming on his lips. "What time is it?"

❄️ "Probably around 5 AM," Zayne answered, his lips reaching the small dip between your collarbones. You hummed, your eyes falling shut again. "Why are you awake already? I thought we're on vacation?" A chuckle left your lips, and Zayne continued planting kisses on your soft skin. "We are," he answered, slowly rolling on top of you again. "I just... need another taste."

🎨 The air flowing into the room was fresh and cool, carrying a salty taste from the sea. The long white curtains danced in the light wind, the sunlight streaming through the opened windows. You groaned a bit at the sudden coolness, only then feeling the weight on your back. Rafayel clung to you, snoozing happily, his head resting between your shoulders, his arms tightly wrapped around you.

🎨 He mumbled something incomprehensible and nuzzled your skin gently, littering sleepy kisses over your back. His hands shamelessly started wandering along your body, quickly finding and settling on your breasts, squeezing them gently.

🎨 "Good morning?" you chuckled lightly, not minding the needy fondling. "It is a good morning," he answered, his grin audible in his words, his hands squeezing your mounts again as if agreeing to his statement.

🎨 "Stop that," you giggled, trying to wiggle away from him - unsuccessfully. He deliberately pinned you down with a chuckle, his lips attacking your shoulder and neck. "Why would I? The noises you make are just so cute~"

🎨 He was relentless in his attacks, his kisses turning sultrier and sloppier with every passing minute. "Say," he groaned, pressing his hips against your behind lustfully, "this is not just a vivid dream, is it? And last night..."

🎨 You hummed in pleasure, thinking about the passionate moments you two had shared. "I don't think so," you answered with a light smirk, finally able to roll onto your back. He was above you immediately, his eyes filled with need and longing, as if he was still not sure if you were really there or just a cruel trick his mind was playing on him.

🎨 His lips found yours in a sweet kiss, filled with adoration and gentleness. He looked down at you again before stealing another kiss - the second of many many more that day.

💢 Usually, Sylus was a night-owl, and sleeping during the day. However, after your first time making love... he couldn't bring himself to leave the bed, and so he found himself between the sheets, with you in his arms. His fingers drew lazy patterns into your skin absentmindedly.

💢 Your head rested on his chest as you snoozed peacefully, fully content and safe in his strong and warm embrace. He was so sweet. So gentle. So loving. And now, with the way he held you, sleep had a tight grip on you. You refused to wake up and leave your cocoon of warmth and comfort.

💢 Eventually though, your mind was slowly pulled back to reality, your lids fluttering a few times as you woke up. "Good morning, kitten," he whispered, his deep voice filling the silence in the best way possible. You looked up at him slowly, only then realizing that he was, in fact, still there with you.

💢 "Morning..." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes gently. "Don't you have work...?" You yawned, propping yourself up slowly to look down at him. Sylus shrugged in response, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I can leave, if you want."

💢 You frowned and snuggled back into his side. "No," you said firmly, wrapping yourself around him slowly. "I was just confused for a second."

💢 He chuckled a bit, wrapping his arms around your form again. "That's what I thought," he smiled, kissing your forehead gently. "Luke and Kieran can deal with whatever's going on today. I'm not leaving this bed until you kick me out."

💢 You quirked a brow, grinning slightly. "Is that a promise?" you asked, nuzzling his neck gently before placing a kiss on his skin, right where his pulse was thrumming. Sylus hummed deeply and closed his eyes, pushing his head back and exposing his neck to you and your advances. You grinned and nibbled his skin, carefully at first... but it didn't take long for you to full-on attack his neck with kisses and love-bites. "Kitten," he droned, rolling onto his back with you on top of him, "I hope you intend to finish what you started."

[isak-dot-gov]

Christmas Arguments

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Word count: 1082

Summary: After an argument on Christmas Eve, Nika and her wife wake up to a tense Christmas morning, skipping their usual gift-opening tradition.

My Masterlist :)

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The argument had started over something small, as arguments often do. A joking suggestion to skip visiting your parents for Christmas dinner from Nika spiraled into a clash of stubbornness and miscommunication. By the time you both went to bed, the festive mood was replaced by silence and turned backs. It was the first time in years that you and Nika hadn’t said “I love you” before falling asleep.

Christmas morning was usually your favorite—a tradition of unwrapping gifts together, snuggling in pajamas, and enjoying the quiet intimacy of your little family before the whirlwind of visiting relatives. But this morning was different. The weight of last night lingered, an unspoken tension filling the air as you woke up and began your day.

Nika stirred beside you, her hand reaching out instinctively, but you had already slipped out of bed. Her touch might have softened you if you’d let it, but your pride held you back. Instead, you busied yourself getting ready, skipping the matching holiday PJs you’d picked out weeks ago and opting for something simple and practical. If she wanted to avoid fixing things, so would you.

As you applied a quick swipe of makeup in the bathroom, Nika appeared in the doorway. Her hair was tousled from sleep, and the usual twinkle in her eye was dim.

“Are we... not doing presents this morning?” she asked hesitantly.

You paused but didn’t turn around. “We’ll be late to my parents’ house if we stop to do all that.”

Her lips parted as though to say more, but she stopped herself. With a small nod, she left you alone, and a pang of guilt threatened to crack your resolve. But you pushed it aside, determined to hold onto your frustration.

The car ride to your parents’ house was painfully quiet. Normally, you’d be laughing and singing along to Christmas music, stealing glances at each other and sneaking kisses at stoplights. Today, Nika’s hands were tight on the wheel, and her jaw was set as she focused on the road. You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window at the snow-dusted landscape.

When you arrived, the warmth of your family’s welcome felt like stepping into another world. Hugs were exchanged, compliments about the decorations were made, and the cheerful chaos of Christmas unfolded around you. You and Nika played your parts well, smiling and laughing when needed. But beneath the surface, the tension between you was a palpable undercurrent.

Nika stayed close to you, as she always did, her hand occasionally brushing against yours. But instead of making your heart flutter as it usually would, it only reminded you of the gap between you. Still, your family didn’t seem to notice. The two of you had always been good at keeping disagreements private.

The day dragged on, each stolen glance and awkward silence adding to the emotional weight. When it was finally time to leave, you both sighed in unison, though for different reasons. You were exhausted from pretending everything was fine; Nika seemed simply exhausted.

The drive home was darker, quieter. The festive lights along the streets seemed muted, the twinkling reds and greens mocking the mood in the car. Nika’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her occasional sighs filled the silence. You stared out the window, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that this fight had gone too far.

When you pulled into the garage, you reached for the door handle, ready to escape into the house and avoid another tense exchange. But before you could open the door, Nika’s voice stopped you.

“Wait.”

It was soft, almost broken, and it froze you in place. You turned slowly to find her still in her seat, her head bowed and shoulders trembling. Her hands gripped her knees, and when she looked up, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Please don’t go,” she said, her voice cracking.

Your breath hitched at the sight of her vulnerability. “Nika—”

“I can’t do this,” she interrupted, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I feel like I’m losing you, and it’s killing me. You’ve been so distant all day, and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know if I can.” Her voice broke on the last word, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

Your heart shattered. “What? Nika, no,” you said, reaching out to touch her arm. “You’re not losing me. Why would you think that?”

She let out a shaky breath, her hands covering her face. “Because I messed up last night, and instead of talking to me, you shut me out. You didn’t even look at me this morning. I thought maybe… maybe you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the chest. You hadn’t meant for your actions to hurt her this deeply. The anger you’d clung to felt trivial now, and all you could see was the woman you loved breaking down in front of you.

“Oh, Nika,” you whispered, moving closer. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I was just hurt and being petty. I thought if I ignored you, you’d understand how upset I was. But I never—never—want you to think I don’t want to be with you. You’re my everything.”

She sniffled, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. “I’m so sorry for last night. I hate fighting with you, especially at Christmas. I just… I love you so much, and I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

You cupped her face in your hands, wiping away her tears with your thumbs. “You’re never going to lose me, Nika. I love you too much for that. We’re going to fight sometimes, but we’ll always come back to each other. I promise.”

She nodded, her hands coming up to cover yours. “I promise, too.”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, and the tension that had built up over the past 24 hours melted away. When you pulled back, her small smile warmed your heart.

The rest of the evening was spent curled up on the couch, finally opening your gifts to each other. The weight of the day lifted with each laugh and whispered “I love you,” and by the time you went to bed that night, you were both at peace, knowing that your love was strong enough to weather any storm—even Christmas arguments.

[sillyuin]

Late night date with hhu

Genre: fluff.

Pairing: hhu x reader.

Warnings: Mingyu gets a little mad?? idk

Yuin's note: Part (1/2). This is my carat secret santa gift for @hearts4hansol. Hope you like it, merry Christmas and happy holidays sweetie! 🦭❤️

Seungcheol: Going outside for a drive.

After a long day of responsibilities all you want to do is sleep in your cozy blankets, but Seungcheol has better plans so he calls you in the middle of the night saying he’s coming to your home. Going out with your bf wasn’t in your plans, but it’s not a bad idea at all: There’s nothing like being passenger princess and spending some quality time with your favorite person in the world.

What is more important, sleeping or having the chance to see Seungcheol after a tiring week where your schedules could never meet? One single call was enough as you jumped into his car, and went through the city streets for a ride.

Your head tilted slightly to one side, and your eyes would squint every now and then, until you shook your head to wake yourself up and let out a big yawn that you covered with both hands.

“Do you want a coffee to shake off the sleep?” Cheol asked with a playful tone.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a grimace, his eyes were fixed on the road. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have coffee after eleven at night.”

“True, but I know a place that serves the best hot cocoa in town.”

“Sounds good, but… Where are we going?”.

Seungcheol parked in a square, the view was simply beautiful and captured all your attention. The lights conveyed an inexplicable sense of tranquility, the decorated and sparsely trafficked streets were calm and beautiful.

You felt as if your worries and responsibilities were fading away; only the here and now mattered. You sighed in relief, and when you turned to look at the driver’s seat, the first thing your eyes saw was a mug with a hot drink that emitted a very tempting aroma.

“Is this for me?” you asked curiously, your cheeks flushing lightly as you accepted it.

Cheol smiled, his dimples showing up. “As I said, I’ll take you to the place that serves the best hot cocoa.”

“Did you really drive through the city at night and do all this, just for me?” your voice sounded almost like a whisper, a bit embarrassed but with a very noticeable hint of happiness.

“Who else would I do it for?” Seungcheol asked rhetorically as he poured himself a cup as well. “I still have more in the thermos, if you’d like.”

“Do you know what would be good right now?” you took a sip of your drink and looked at him with mischievous eyes.

He returned the same look, and without saying anything more, he stretched out his hand and brought over a bag that was on the back seat, right behind you. “Did you think I would forget the butter cookies?”

You both laughed as one, clinking your cups to cheer and spent some quality time there, enjoying a pleasant moment filled with laughter and anecdotes. Then Seungcheol gave you a little tour to appreciate the beautiful Christmas decorations on the city streets.

Tomorrow would be another day where you could go to bed early.

Wonwoo: Going for a walk and taking pictures.

Passionate about filming, photography and also you. He’s always willing to spend moments together and keep evidence of those happy memories. So don’t be surprised if he calls you close midnight time just to hang out, talking about your stuff and taking pictures with the precious Christmas decoration in downtown.

After a long day filled with work and stress, the last thing you wanted was to put on a complicated outfit and do your makeup to go out. When Wonwoo called past ten to come pick you up, you felt tempted to refuse and tell him to just stay at your apartment, but he insisted so enough to make you accept his offer.

You walked together through the city streets, admiring the beautiful decorations on the lampposts and in the shop windows; during the festive season, everything changed completely, feeling more cheerful and pretty. Your gaze wandered when Wonwoo touched one of your cheeks to get your attention.

“Enjoying the walk?” he asked while intertwining his hand with yours and smiled.

You nodded slowly. “I’m sorry if I seem distracted,” and you immediately yawned, covering your mouth with your free hand. “Today was one of those days.”

“I can tell,” Wonwoo chuckled as you looked at him with a furrowed brow, then he cleared his throat. “Thanks for coming, I really wanted to see you.”

You paused for a moment to lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek; the night was perfect and you thought nothing could go wrong. But then again, Wonwoo poked your cheeks again with one of his fingers.

“Can you go over there?” he asked while pointing to a small tree by the street, which had been adorned with minimalist details. “I’d like to take some pictures of you.”

“Wonu, I'm not exactly looking my best,” you joked, pointing to your outfit; you were wearing loose clothes perfect for the cold, but not for a photo session.

“What are you talking about? You look beautiful,” Wonwoo gently pinched one of your cheeks, convincing you with his adorable smile. “Now go on, I'll just take a few photos.”

You felt a little shy and posed awkwardly, but Wonwoo had a new collection of photos on his phone from another beautiful night with you, and that was more important than getting the perfect shot.

Sometimes the best photos are taken with just simple clothes, a little of makeup, and the person you love behind the lens.

Mingyu: Baking sweets.

He’s not that good at baking and neither you are, but that’s not important as long as you are doing this together. It might turn out good or bad, but there’s one thing clear: baking a fruit cake at late-night hours never was so fun (and messy).

“I think we have everything,” Mingyu said, checking the recipe on his phone, then he glanced at the kitchen counter where all the ingredients were. “We have eggs, flour, sugar… What are you doing!?”

You shrugged when you heard his voice rising above the normal. You raised your gaze to meet his and immediately dropped what you had in your hands, almost throwing it onto the counter.

“I bought you chocolates yesterday; why do you have to eat the ones that are for the cake?” Mingyu complained.

“There was no need to raise your voice,” you defended yourself quietly, crossing your arms.

Mingyu sighed deeply, standing in front of you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you” He patted your hair and gave you a warm smile, that gesture was enough for you to soften your expression. “Shall we start baking?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you rolled up the sleeves of your sweater, just above the elbows. “What’s the first thing we need to do?”

“I was making sure we had everything ready,” he looked back at his phone. “Did you buy the raisins like I told you?”

“I was supposed to buy… raisins?” you asked with a distracted look.

Mingyu watched you from the corner of his eye, lowkey irritated, and after realizing you were playing dumb, he overlooked as he made sure that no other ingredients were missing.

“Okay, it’s all here,” Mingyu smiled to himself. “Just tell me what the recipe says, and pass me the ingredients.”

The night went as you both worked together. Mingyu did the heavier tasks while you diligently dictated the instructions just as they were written; a slightly tense atmosphere developed, but it was also filled with jokes, laughters and the promise of a delicious fruitcake that you would share the next day, during Christmas dinner.

Once everything was ready and the cake was in the oven, that’s when you both realized the great mess the kitchen was in. There was flour scattered on the counter and on both of your clothes, leftover ingredients were thrown in a corner, and a tower of dirty dishes on the counter.

“I’m tired, shall we clean up when the cake is ready?” you suggested, scratching your head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” Mingyu said as he moved towards the sink. “Take a shower, I’ll go once you’re done.”

Without thinking twice, you thanked him and disappeared from the kitchen right to your room. After a while, the cake was ready, and everything was clean and picked up. Mingyu was surprised that you hadn’t appeared during all that time, so he went to check the bathroom, thinking something may happened.

He gently knocked on your bedroom door, and when you didn’t respond, he entered to find you lying on the bed in your pajamas, phone in hand, and deeply immersed in sleep. He chuckled softly and approached to cover you with the blankets, gazing at you tenderly.

“Merry first Christmas, my love” he caressed your cheek and placed a tender goodnight kiss on your forehead, before glancing at you once again.

Vernon: Watching bad movies for the laughs.

For someone who loves watching movies, Vernon has a long list of movies he has watched. He usually watches with you the ones he loves, but one night Vernon comes to home with snacks, drinks and a some of the worst Christmas movies he has watched. This is going to be a trip full of cringe but also filled with memories you both will remember for a long time.

You had to pause to catch your breath and avoid choking on the snacks. Vernon moved a little closer to you and made sure you were okay, though he himself couldn’t contain his frantic laughter.

“Are you okay?” his hand gently stroked your back.

“Yeah, I think so,” you took a deep breath while wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes. “I didn't know such horrible movies existed.”

“I told you it was the worst movie I've ever seen,” Vernon admitted between laughs. “I couldn’t keep it all to myself!”

You gave him a sideways glance with a more serious expression as if you were going to scold him, but then you burst out laughing again and he followed your lead. After a few minutes of unending laughter, you took a breath.

“We should probably stop,” you leaned over to the table to take a sip from the glass of soda you had poured for yourself. “It’s three in the morning.”

“Yes, and?” Vernon raised an eyebrow, challenging you. “It’s Christmas eve.”

“Yeah, but it’s the third movie we’ve watched today,” you replied between yawns. “I’d like to sleep.”

But he wasn’t willing to back down. “Come on, I promise it’ll be the last one.”

Vernon looked at you with his tender eyes and a pouty face, gently pinching one of your cheeks. You were really having a good time and didn’t want the night to end at any cost, but on the other hand, you were an early bird, being awake to such late hours was really difficult.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you snuggled up to him, hugging his arm against your chest.

“This one and then we go to sleep, okay?” you asked in a very soft voice. “Now, hit play.”

“Sure, honey,” he said, kissing the top of your head, letting the movie continue on the TV.

As the movie went on, you felt your eyes closing every so often, with Vernon’s laughter being the only thing that could wake you for a few moments. However, when the credits rolled, the only sound was your soft snoring.

Vernon gently touched your nose to wake you. “Wake up, sweetie. It’s daytime.”

“What? How?” You quickly lifted your head and blinked several times before realizing that you were still in the living room of your apartment. You looked at Vernon with a frown and patted his arm. “C’mon, don’t be so mean!”

You immediately fell back asleep on his lap, resting your head on the pillow that was laying across his thighs.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep here,” he whispered sweetly, “let’s go to the bedroom.”

“It’s fine, I’m comfortable,” you replied in sleepy voice, barely audible. “Good night.”

Vernon giggled and just let you be, he was tired as well. Taking the pillow that was beside him, he placed it behind his head and rested his hand on your shoulder, slowly stroking you with his thumb. He looked at you one last time, a lovestruck smile barely appearing on his face.

“Thanks for joining me” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Good night for you too, honey”.

[moonlightwritingf1]

Under the Stars | LN4

ᯓᡣ𐭩 summary ━━━━━━━ After months of pinning after Y/N, Lando finally brings her to Monaco. He takes her on a yacht, where things escalate.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 word count ━━━━━━━ 3.2k

ᯓᡣ𐭩warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

"You’re scared of me," Lando said, his voice low, a teasing smirk curling the corner of his lips as he leaned against the yacht’s railing. The moonlight shimmered on the water below, casting a soft glow on his face. His eyes never left hers.

"Scared? Of you?" Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to shield herself from the weight of his gaze. But she was lying. Her heart raced, her cheeks burning despite the cool Mediterranean breeze. She turned away, pretending to admire the horizon. "That’s ridiculous."

"Is it?" He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the faint hint of his cologne—something musky and intoxicating. "Because every time I get close, you run. Every time I say something real, you deflect. You’re scared, Y/n. Scared of what this could be."

She hesitated, her fingers gripping the railing tighter. He wasn’t wrong. But admitting that felt like surrendering a part of herself she wasn’t ready to give up. "You don’t know what you’re talking about," she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction.

"Then tell me I’m wrong." His tone softened, but there was an edge to it—a challenge. He moved closer still, until his chest was almost brushing against her back. She could feel his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me you don’t feel it too."

---

It had started weeks ago, when Lando had casually mentioned his Monaco apartment during one of their late-night conversations. They’d been texting back and forth for months, ever since they met through a mutual friend at a gathering in London. Lando had been relentless in his pursuit of her, always finding excuses to see her, to talk to her, to make her laugh. And Y/n, despite her best efforts, found herself drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain.

"I’ve got this place in Monaco," he’d said one night, his voice smooth and inviting over the phone. "You should come visit. I’ll show you around."

She’d laughed it off, thinking it was just another one of his jokes. But then he’d sent her a first-class ticket to Nice, along with a message that read: No excuses. Be there.

And now here she was, standing on a luxury yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean, with Lando Norris himself standing far too close for comfort.

---

The tension between them was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. Y/n turned to face him, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. "Why do you do this?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Why do you keep pushing?"

"Because I see you," he said simply, his eyes boring into hers. "I see all the walls you’ve built, all the armor you wear. And I want to break through it. I want you, Y/n. The real you."

Her breath hitched. God, why did he have to say things like that? It felt like he was peeling back layers of her soul, exposing parts of herself she didn’t even recognize. "You think you can just waltz in and fix me?" she shot back, though her voice wavered. "I’m not some broken thing that needs saving, Lando."

"I don’t want to fix you," he said firmly, taking another step closer until there was barely any space left between them. "I just want you. All of you. The good, the bad, the messy. Everything."

Her resolve wavered. She wanted to believe him, to let herself fall into the safety of his words. But fear held her back—fear of being vulnerable, of getting hurt. "You don’t know what you’re asking for," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

"Maybe not," he admitted, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. "But I’m willing to find out. Are you?"

She stared up at him, her mind racing. This was Lando Norris, the man who had somehow managed to weave his way into her life and under her skin. The man who looked at her like she was the only person in the room. The man who made her feel seen in a way no one else ever had.

Before she could stop herself, she reached up and kissed him.

It was tentative at first, a soft brush of her lips against his. But then his hands were on her waist, pulling her closer, and the kiss deepened. Heat surged through her, igniting every nerve in her body. His lips were warm, insistent, and she melted into him, losing herself in the sensation.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing heavily, Lando rested his forehead against hers. "Took you long enough," he murmured, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Shut up," she shot back, but there was no bite to her words. She could feel the smile spreading across her face, even as her heart continued to race.

Lando chuckled, his hands still resting on her hips. "Admit it," he teased. "You’ve been wanting to do that for a while."

"Maybe," she conceded, her cheeks flushing. "But don’t let it go to your head."

"Too late," he said, his grin widening. "Now let’s see if I can’t convince you to stay a little longer."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her feigned annoyance doing nothing to hide the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. "Oh, really? And how do you plan on doing that?"

Lando’s smile turned wicked, his hands sliding up her sides. "Let’s just say I have a few ideas..."

Lando’s hands lingered on her hips, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he leaned in closer. The moonlight bathed them both, casting a soft glow over the yacht’s deck. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm and teasing. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to protest, to push him away and retreat into the safety of her own walls, but something about the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the world—made it impossible. “Lando…” she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

He didn’t wait for her to say more. His lips found hers in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to savor her. Y/n’s hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, her body pressing against his as the kiss deepened. Lando’s tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them open, and she let him in with a soft moan.

His hands moved to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with agonizing slowness. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Lando stepped back, his eyes raking over her body with an intensity that made her skin burn. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect.”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Lando caught her wrists, pinning them gently at her sides. “Don’t,” he said firmly, his gaze locking with hers. “Let me look at you.”

She swallowed hard, her body trembling under his scrutiny. Lando’s hands slid up her arms, his touch feather-light, before cupping her face. He kissed her again, this time with more urgency, his tongue tangling with hers as he backed her toward one of the plush couches on the deck. When the back of her knees hit the edge, he pushed her down gently until she was lying beneath him.

Lando’s lips left hers, trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbone. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her flesh like he was committing it to memory. He nipped at her shoulder, eliciting a gasp from Y/n, before soothing the spot with his tongue.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as he kissed his way lower. His lips closed around one nipple, sucking and teasing it until it hardened under his mouth. Y/n arched into him, a moan escaping her lips as he switched his attention to the other breast, lavishing it with the same treatment.

“Lando…” she whimpered, her voice heavy with need.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust. “I want to taste all of you,” he said, his voice rough. Without waiting for a response, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them off, leaving her completely exposed.

The cool night air brushed against her heated skin, making her shudder. Lando knelt between her legs, spreading them wider as he leaned down to press a kiss to her inner thigh. Y/n’s breath hitched, her hips lifting involuntarily as his lips moved higher, nibbling and kissing their way toward her core.

When his tongue finally touched her, she cried out, her hands gripping the cushions beneath her. Lando groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her sensitive flesh. He licked her slowly, savoring her taste as if she were the most exquisite thing he’d ever encountered.

“Jesus, Y/n,” he muttered, his voice muffled against her. “You taste incredible.”

She couldn’t respond, her mind too consumed by the sensation of his tongue swirling around her clit. His hands held her hips firmly in place as he worked her over, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, flickering movements that had her writhing beneath him.

“Lando,” she gasped, her back arching off the couch. “Please… don’t stop…”

He didn’t. Instead, he increased the pressure, his tongue delving deeper as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. One hand slipped away from her hip, sliding up her stomach to palm her breast, tweaking her nipple in time with the rhythm of his tongue.

Y/n’s thighs tightened around him, her body trembling as the pleasure built. She was so close, right on the brink, when Lando unexpectedly pulled away. She groaned in frustration, her hips lifting in search of his mouth again.

Lando chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her wet flesh. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his tone commanding yet playful.

“Lando!” she protested, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation. “Don’t be such a tease—”

But he interrupted her with another slow lick, his tongue dragging through her folds before circling her clit once more. “Then beg,” he repeated, his eyes meeting hers with a challenge.

Y/n bit her lip, her pride warring with her need. Finally, she relented, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please… I need you.”

That was all he needed to hear. Lando buried his face between her legs again, his tongue working her relentlessly until she came apart with a cry, her body convulsing with pleasure. He didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling and oversensitive, her hands pushing weakly at his shoulders.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before crawling up her body. His lips crashed onto hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice possessive.

Y/n’s breath was still ragged, her body humming with the aftershocks of her climax as Lando hovered above her. His lips were swollen from kissing her, his eyes dark and hungry. She could see the unspoken desire in them, raw and unmistakable. He wanted her—all of her. And she wanted him just as much.

“Let me,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her hands drifted down his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin. Her fingers grazed the waistband of his shorts, her intention clear. “Let me…” she started again, but he caught her wrist before she could go any further.

“No.” The word was firm, almost a growl, but his touch was gentle as he lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her palm. “I don’t want you to. Not yet.”

She blinked up at him, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Why?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves lapping against the yacht. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Lando shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned down to brush his nose against hers. “You already do,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “Every time I look at you, every time I touch you, you make me feel more than anyone ever has. But right now, all I need is to be inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”

Her heart stuttered at his words, the intensity in his voice sending shivers down her spine. She opened her mouth to argue, to insist on giving him pleasure first, but he silenced her with a kiss—slow and deep, his tongue coaxing hers into submission. When he pulled away, she was breathless, her mind foggy with need.

“Trust me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I know what we both need.”

Y/n nodded, her resistance melting away as he reached for the hem of his shorts, tugging them down in one swift motion. Her breath hitched when she saw him—hard and throbbing, so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself to her entrance.

The first press of him against her made her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders. He paused, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.

“Oh God…” Y/n moaned, her head falling back against the cushions as she adjusted to the sensation of him filling her completely. It was overwhelming, the way he stretched her, the way he fit her so perfectly. She had never felt anything like it.

Lando groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. “Fuck,” he hissed, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. “You feel… incredible.”

He didn’t move right away, letting her adjust as he kissed her softly, his lips trailing along her jawline and down her neck. His hands roamed her body, tracing every curve as if memorizing her. Every touch was deliberate, every kiss filled with adoration.

When he finally began to move, it was slow—agonizingly so. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, each thrust measured and deliberate. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, her hands clutching at his back as he set a pace that was maddeningly unhurried.

“Lando…” she whimpered, her hips lifting to meet his as desperation began to build inside her. She needed more—needed him—but he refused to give in, his movements remaining steady and controlled.

His lips found hers again, swallowing her moans as he deepened the kiss. “Patience, love,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice thick with restraint. Step by step, let your body fucking adapt to mine. “I want to savour this. I want to savour you.”

Y/n couldn’t help but whimper, her nails scraping lightly against his back as she tried to pull him closer. “But I need… more…” she pleaded, her voice breaking on the last word.

Lando chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill through her. “Do you now?” he teased, nipping at her lower lip. “What do you need, darling? Tell me.”

She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing at the question. But the way he looked at her—so intense, so utterly focused on her—made it impossible to hold back. “I need… you,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “All of you.”

A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned down to kiss her again, this time with more urgency. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hips rolling against hers in a way that made her cry out. “Because you have me. You’ve always had me.”

His rhythm shifted slightly, still slow but deeper, each stroke hitting a spot inside her that had her seeing stars. Y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him even closer as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within her.

Lando’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck to her collarbone. He sucked lightly at the sensitive skin, leaving a mark that would remind her of this moment long after it was over. His hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he gazed down at her. “Absolutely perfect.”

Y/n blushed, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost herself in the sensations he was creating. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised, his voice firm as he continued to move inside her, slow and steady. His lips found hers again, their breaths mingling as he kissed her deeply. “I’ll never stop making you feel this good.”

Her orgasm built slowly, creeping up on her like the tide. With every thrust, every kiss, every whispered word, she felt herself slipping closer and closer to the edge. And when she finally fell, it was with his name on her lips, her body trembling with the force of it.

Lando held her through it, his own release following soon after. He buried his face in her neck, muffling his groan as he spilled inside her, his hips jerking uncontrollably.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined as they came down from their high. Y/n’s heart was pounding, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, but she had never felt more content.

Lando pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his arms tightening around her. The yacht rocked gently beneath them, the stars above casting a silvery glow over their tangled bodies. He tilted his head back, his gaze drifting upward to the vast expanse of sky. “Never had sex under the stars before,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion.

His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine, sending shivers through her. Y/n turned her head slightly, following his gaze. The night was endless, the stars shimmering like scattered diamonds. She felt small, yet impossibly connected to him in that moment. “Neither have I,” she admitted softly, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the waves.

His lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile as he looked back at her. “Good.” His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Now it’s just ours.” She swallowed, her heart swelling at the tenderness in his eyes.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice thick with something deeper than desire. “Stay with me the whole weekend. Please.” Her breath caught, her chest tightening at the raw vulnerability in his words. She nodded, her fingers curling into the warmth of his chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her.

Lando exhaled, a quiet sound of relief, and pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. The stars watched silently as they clung to each other, the night wrapping them in its embrace.

[theartofwoompwoomp]

I’m a mother now

Optimus x reader

Summary: reader thinks bumblebee is their son now that they’re going out with prime

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To this day you’re just so grateful for the big blues love. 

There was many things that could have made your relationship with him impossible, but thanks to him, he made them all reasons for a stronger bond.

He was a busy tall alien metal life form, but heck, you knew what you were getting into when you said yes to being his significant other.

Now you also know that having a significant other is no small thing. Especially not with a situation a bit complicated with you and your partner.

Interesting enough, you hadn’t met any of Optimus other autobots. He had mentioned them before and you knew some through descriptions but you never actually had the chance to meet them.

Not that you minded, you knew how hard it was for all of them and you didn’t want to be a burden.

You simply decided to enjoy the presence of your big lover. Leaning a bit on his shoulder towards the side of his neck. Feelings his digit reach you, poking you a bit on your side making a smile stretch on your face.

“Hey blue?” Your voice softly sliding through his helm, now lowering his digit, “Yes, my love.”

“Im so glad I met you.” You feel him tense a bit. Placing your hand on his neck drawing little shapes as you continue, “I never was close to anyone, you know?” His silence encouraging you to continue.

“I mean, maybe there’s something wrong with me but..” your voice hesitating a bit as you go on. “even if i was surrounded by others,… it just didn’t feel right.” You get up now standing, and he gets the memo offering his servo for you to get on.

Looking at him, he can see your sadness, anger, and peace. How the memories of the past brought pain and how the present grounded you.

It was one of the many things he liked about you. How even if you’re not feeling well, you continue on despite the pain. He knows what that feels like.

And you didn’t like sharing your true emotions. 

Especially after not allowing others to see your vulnerabilities for a long time. Yet, you wanted him to know. To know the impact he’s had in your life. 

“Optimus, after meeting you Ive come to realize the true feeling of belonging.”

It’s not noticeable, but you always knew how to tug his spark. Your words replaying in his mind. And your evening with him wasn’t much different after that, at least for you.

When he got back to base he was still thinking about your words. Wondering if you’ll feel more happy if you met his family the Autobots.

Maybe it would do you good. And even if it didn’t he wanted you to meet those he held dear. 

And it’s not like they didn’t know about you. He just simply didn’t want to get you involved with their problems, but after that night he acknowledged that his relationship with you would continue to grow. And he doesn’t want to keep you in a separate part of his life any longer.

When he told the autobots his idea, they were all ecstatic to meet in person the one who has captured their leaders heart. And after telling you, your reaction was no different.

The arrangement was all set. 

Currently the both of you heading towards base. You felt nervous, even if you knew they technically knew you and you technically knew them. It was still nerve racking. 

Especially when you knew how important they are to prime. They were his everything, and you didn’t want to disappoint.

When you were finally there you could see them chatting as they waited. Thanks to Optimus being very descriptive you immediately knew who was who.

Still in his aft-mode he caught their attention as they came closer. He transformed making sure to have you in servos still blocking them from seeing you. Sending you one last smile before introducing you.

“Everyone, I want you to meet my conjxn and significant other, (y/n).” 

Raising you bit so everyone could see you properly, you waved back with a nervous smile.  “Hello i’m glad we were finally able to meet.”

And at that the whole room explodes. Bumblebee immediately appearing to bombard you with questions, well noises. One second he was in front of you, the next he was pulled back by Ratchet. 

Feeling a bit bad for the cute bee you reach out, ���It’s okay I don’t mind.”

He perks up at that quickly telling the medic off before going back towards you. Optimus lowers you a bit as bee stretches his own servo towards you. “Nice to meet you, you’re Bumblebee right?”

He makes some chirpy beeps as he nods excitedly. 

You wouldn’t have thought much about your introduction with him until you heard someone mention how Bumblebee must be really excited to finally have both parents in his life.

That caught you off guard, not expecting for that to have been the situation. 

You didn’t want to disappoint Optimus, especially not after knowing Bumblebee is his kid. You wanted to get along with him even if he didn’t see you as a parental figure. 

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Masterlist 

[littleredwolf]

Home for Christmas

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It's Christmas Eve at the Avengers Compound and you and Wanda are busy making festive cookies for the team to enjoy upon their return from a mission.

Warnings: none. This is pure fluff/cosy Christmas content.

Words: 982

A/N: I wanted to have a go at something fluffy and festive, so I hope this ticks all the right boxes! Merry Christmas!

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The snow fell in gentle cascades, blanketing the compound in a glittery shimmer that added a touch of magic to the view. Inside, the compound had been transformed into a festive haven, every corner adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, while Christmas music played softly over the sound system, mingling with the rich scents of sugar, vanilla, and freshly baked gingerbread. It was like a scene straight out of a Christmas movie, so cosy and picturesque. 

“I think we may have overdone it,” Wanda mused as the two of you stood at the counter to admire your afternoon's work. 

The kitchen sides were covered with trays filled with cookies of all shapes and sizes. There were snowflakes, gingerbread men, Christmas trees, candy canes, Santa, stockings, and even some questionable looking reindeer. To anybody else, maybe it was a little too much, but with a team full of superheroes to feed, you wondered if maybe it wasn't enough.

“I don't think that's possible,” you replied, straightening one of the cookies on the tray closest to you. “The super soldiers alone will get through most of these between them.” 

“I'm surprised you haven't made Bucky his own personal batch,” she said with a teasing smile.

At the mere mention of his name, your cheeks flushed and your chest tightened. 

It had been nearly three weeks since you'd last seen Bucky, he and a few other members of the team had been away on a mission, and while he'd sent a few texts and the occasional picture (one particularly adorable shot of him and Sam looking begrudgingly festive in Santa hats), you missed him more than you’d like to admit. 

The compound had felt strangely empty since he'd been gone, you'd missed his dry humour, his quiet strength, and the way he always managed to put you at ease simply by being there. Your bed had felt too big without him in it each night, and the absence of his arms around you and gentle kisses to soothe you to sleep had thrown your sleeping pattern completely off balance. 

The excitement of his imminent return had been bubbling all morning, making you so impatient and restless that Wanda had insisted you do something to keep yourself busy, hence the cookies.  

Now you were finished, however, the nervous excitement was returning, and you couldn't resist the frequent glances out the window to see if you could spot the quinjet through the snow. 

“You really love him, don't you?” Wanda smiled as she began to tidy everything away, sending the dirty utensils to the dishwasher with a wave of her hand. 

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating her words, then slowly nodded. Although neither of you had used the ‘L’ word yet, there was no denying how you felt. 

“Yeah, I do. It's different with him, Wanda - I can be myself around him without feeling like I have to dilute any part of my personality. I never thought I'd find someone who just accepts me as I am - even the messy, broken bits! He’s just, so damn perfect, you know? I feel like pinching myself sometimes because it feels too good to be true!” Your tone was light, but there was no hiding your insecurities from Wanda Maximoff - she knew you better than you knew yourself most days. 

She reached over the counter to squeeze your hand, smiling softly. “He feels the same way, you know. Anyone can see it.” 

Before you could respond, the compound’s security system chimed, announcing an incoming quinjet. Your heart leapt -  they were home! 

“They’re here!” you exclaimed, abandoning your work and rushing to the window. Through the snow, you could just make out the sleek shape of the jet landing on the pad outside. 

Wanda laughed as she trailed after you.“I think you’re more excited about this than Christmas itself,” she teased.

You turned to her with a thoughtful expression. “I'd say it's a draw,” you smirked, and she shook her head with a laugh. You turned to the window again, but the snow was so thick now that you could barely see a thing. 

“What are you waiting for? Go and greet your man!” Wanda urged, giving you a gentle nudge. 

You didn’t need to be told twice - you slipped on your shoes and dashed outside, forgetting to even put on a coat in your rush. The icy wind bit at your cheeks, but you hardly noticed as the quinjet’s hatch opened and the team began descending the ramp. Sam was the first to emerge, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Merry Christmas!” he called, waving as he approached and pulling you into a bear hug. “Now, where are the cookies?”

“It’s good to see you too!” You laughed, giving him a playful shove as you sent him on his way, your attention snapping to the next figure emerging from the jet. 

Bucky stepped out into the snowy evening, his eyes scanning the landing pad until they found you. His face softened instantly, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he hastily made his way down the ramp. 

You didn’t wait for him to reach you. You ran to him, flinging your arms around his neck as he caught you, pulling you close. The familiar scent of him - leather and something faintly metallic - wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

“You’re freezing,” he gasped, brushing his gloved hand over your cheek. 

“I don’t care,” you replied, smiling up at him. “You’re home.”

“Yeah,” he said, his grin mirroring yours as he cupped your face. “I’m home.” 

He pressed his lips to yours, filling you with so much warmth that it instantly melted away the agony of the last three weeks. 

Out of all the gifts you could have written on your Christmas list, being back in Bucky's arms was by far the best one.

[thewitchblue]

"I told you not to touch that."

You had warned a very curious Tim repeatedly. This one wasn't anything harmful. You simply didn't want him touching your potions. It was a very annoying potion to make.

You had left it boiling on a burner while you got a snack, but Tim shut off the burner to touch your half-baked potion. You had no idea how long he's had it off the burner, but it wasn't boiling anymore.

"What does it do?"

He didn't have the guts to do anything but hold the boiling hot beaker. At least, not in front of you. He felt like he was a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"It was SUPPOSED to be a present for Jason, jackass. Now it's ruined."

You aggressively took the breaker from Tim and borderline slammed it down on your windowsill. You stormed over to your burner and turned it on again. Maybe you can salvage it. It had stopped boiling because Tim was too curious for his own good.

"Oh."

Tim looked embarrassed. You didn't bother to tell him it was liquid weed, so Jason could stop stinking up the manor when he smokes.

You were sick of getting accidentally drugged because Jason left brownies out without a "do not eat" sign. You think Jason secretly likes drugging people, but there was an unspoken agreement: shut up and leave the drugged person alone.

You were hoping this potion would get him to go to you instead of some shady drug dealer, but Tim doesn't need to know any of this. This is between you and Jason.

"Do me a favour and never touch my stuff. My next potion won't be so friendly."

You grumbled. You were the family witch. Yes, the stereotypical potions and general magic. You learned from Constantine and Zatanna how to use spells, but potions are where you shine.

You are called The Alchemist at night and are feared mainly due to how prepared you are. You had a potion for anything and everything.

The villains actively avoid you as a result of your preparation. You're seriously more prepared and paranoid than Batman in a lot of cases.

Scarecrow is the only one salty enough to go after you. He wanted you as an apprentice, but he's not getting anywhere by kidnapping you on the occasion. Come on, just give him one potion that he can replicate if he can't have you on his side!

Joker found you boring, Bane doesn't want to tango when you take away his muscles with a potion, Ra cares more about physical combat, and the list goes on. It's ridiculous, truly.

You were actually quite close to Poison Ivy, however, and she supplies you with various plants for you to use. You even send her photos to update her on how the plant is blooming with a thank you text (yes, you have her number, score!)

Being a Wayne helps with the potions as well. You can get you an endless supply of various metals, chemicals, and powders to work with alongside the plants. You often question if you are on a government list somewhere. It doesn't look good to order 15 kilograms of gunpowder and potassium nitrate.

The family doesn't know any of this, but then again, they don't know much about what you do. They rarely ask questions about your potions except nosy Tim, who refuses to leave your room until he knows more about whatever potion you are making at the time.

"I was curious!"

He tried to defend himself, which failed as you retorted,

"And you could have had your finger dissolved if you touched it! For the brains of the family, you really are stupid."

Does he have no sense of self-preservation? Why on earth would he touch a mysterious liquid? Survival of the fittest indeed.

Tim scoffed. How else is he supposed to find out more information if he knows nothing about the process? You had all your potions memorised! No recipe book, no paper trail, you even have a witch/magic users pack between Zatanna and Constantine, so they won't tell the family anything. He can't even identify all the plants you use so he could test them.

"You're lucky I make weapons for you guys. Some of this stuff takes weeks! I have 9 of you guys running around, using MY supply because you guys don't use your potions wisely. What if I needed the paralysing potion for Bane, but uh-oh, you stole it from me, so I can't do anything."

Tim had no excuse. He's, admittedly, stolen more than a handful of potions to reload his weapons, and he's not the only one. He tried to smooth over your irritation. In a nervous tone, he said,

"I'm sorry. I would be surprised if you didn't notice the missing potions, though."

Damn right, you'd notice it. What kind of alchemist would you be if you didn't notice your missing stash and resupply? Granted, you also have the power of bullshit spells that you learned from John and Zatanna, so you aren't entirely helpless, but it's annoying reaching for an imaginary potion on patrol and needing to trudge all the way home just to restock.

"I think you need to keep your hands to yourself. I might have to redo this potion now. Please tell me you didn't touch the potion itself."

You wouldn't know how to handle a high Tim Drake. You tried to keep your eyes on him while putting your potion back on the burner. Is the weed in his bloodstream, or are you safe to continue your drug cooking?

He gave an awkward smile. He may or may not have smelled the potion. It smelled like a freshly mowed lawn, and the tiny sip he took tasted like an apple. When all you got was silence, you groaned and said in disbelief,

"Oh, fuck, of course you did."

Just your luck. The drug will hit Tim any second now. You ran a stressed hand through your hair before turning to him and saying sternly,

"You are going to sleep on my bed and let the potion run its course. Do. Not. Leave. This. Room. Got it?"

Tim looked confused, but what does he know about magical potions? If you say let it work through him, he'll follow instructions. He sat on your bed and then it hit him.

"Woah, what the hell did you do to me? Were you trying to lace Jason with something?"

You frowned and physically pushed him onto the bed. You quickly swaddled him like a baby in a sea of blankets.

He can not leave this room. Bruce would murder you. You were supposed to be the good one. The only one who caused no problems (to their knowledge).

"Tim, look at me."

Tim did not, in fact, look at you. He was distracted by all the plants you have in your room. Did someone drop off more plants in the time he's last been in here?

"Did you get more plants?"

You huffed. You didn't. They have only grown since he's been snooping in your room. You tried to get his attention by snapping your fingers and calling his name,

"Tim?"

When he continued to look around with rapidly reddening eyes, you squished his face in your hand and forcefully pushed his face until it faced you.

"Tim, you are going to sleep. I'm going to play some music for you and we are going to forget all about this when you feel better."

You can make a potion to erase recent memories. Tim can't know you are making drugs in your room. Nobody can know except Jason.

You decided to turn on some calming music in hopes he would drift off, which seemed to be working as his eyes drooped, and he smiled at you like he knew something you didn't. He was lost in his thoughts, clearly.

You wondered what was going on in that big brain of his. It didn't matter. He can blaze in blissful peace while you deal with his mess.

You kept the music quiet and soft like he was at a spa. You hoped the combined warmth of the blankets with the soft music would work faster.

With a sigh, you stood up from your position at his bedside. This is not good. Tim needs to learn when to leave your stuff alone. What if you boiled his blood or poisoned him? It's best to leave the witchcraft to the witch.

You watched him like a hawk. His thoughts seemed to be slowed and sluggish. You supposed you can bottle your potion after all. Should you put a dropper on it? Normally, your potions soak through the skin and clothes, but you were extremely careful with this one.

You gave his forehead a small kiss once he fell asleep. You went to your bottles while shaking your head in disapproval. You were very happy with the results of the potion, not so much with the tester. You would hate to think about what could have happened if you didn't swaddle him. Would he be walking around high and babbling about funny potions? Probably. He was already hallucinating pleasantly by the time he passed out.

You were so lucky that Tim didn't get the potentially dangerous symptoms. You can handle a mellowed out Tim, but not if he was going through psychosis.

After successfully bottling and hiding the potion, you pulled out one of your memory potions.

You felt bad drugging him then making him forget about it, but you can't have him telling anybody, whether accidentally or purposefully.

You know you could just tell Bruce that Tim touched a memory potion on your burner, and he'd believe you, but why draw in the eyes of Batman? He would want to know about all future potion making.

You frowned as you put one drop on his forehead and watched it sink in. He won't remember any of this.

You were a bit overprepared, but you were Batman and Constantine trained. Of course you'd have some weaselly way out of accidentally drugging someone.

Oh, John would be so proud of you.

[jenosonlywife23]

Cake!!

Pairing; Jaehyun x reader

The night had been picture-perfect, or so you thought. You were humming softly to yourself, finishing up the cake you’d spent hours baking. It was meant to be a sweet surprise for Jaehyun—a rare moment to celebrate his hard work and your time together. Dressed in his oversized shirt and your panties, you felt a mix of comfort and excitement as you lit the candles to add a little glow to the room.

But then the door creaked open.

“Jaehyun, you’re—” The words froze in your throat as your eyes fell on him.

Bruised, bloodied, and unsteady, he stood in the doorway like a shadow of himself. His bottom lip was split, a purpling bruise marred his cheek, and his knuckles were raw. His shirt was rumpled, a faint smear of blood on the collar. Yet, even through the disarray, there was something in his eyes—a mixture of guilt and relief when they landed on you.

You rushed toward him, your bare feet skidding slightly on the floor. “What the hell happened to you?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he muttered, trying to wave you off as he staggered inside.

“Nothing? Jaehyun, you look like you were attacked by wolves.” You grabbed his arm, your fingers brushing against a forming bruise. He hissed softly but let you guide him to the couch.

As you helped him sit down, his lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Not wolves. Loan sharks.”

“Loan sharks?” you echoed in disbelief, your voice rising. “What did you do?”

He groaned, leaning back against the couch. “It’s not a big deal. Just some business I needed to take care of.”

“Not a big deal? Jaehyun, you’re—ugh!” You stormed off to grab the first aid kit, your heart pounding. How could he brush this off so casually?

When you returned, he was staring intently at the table, his gaze fixed on the cake you’d prepared. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes.

“You made that for me?” he asked, his voice rough but tinged with warmth.

“Yes, I made it for you,” you snapped, kneeling between his legs and opening the first aid kit. “But it’s not for you to eat until you stop looking like you’ve just stepped out of a fight club.”

He let out a low chuckle, but his laughter died as you began cleaning the cut on his cheek. His sharp intake of breath made you pause, your hand faltering.

“Hurts?” you asked softly, your tone losing its earlier edge.

“A little,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours.

“Good. Maybe it’ll remind you not to do stupid things,” you muttered, leaning in to dab antiseptic onto his knuckles.

His eyes flickered downward, catching the way your shirt had shifted to reveal more of your thighs. He let out a low hum, his bruised lip quirking upward in a smirk. “You know, you’re making it really hard to sit still right now.”

“Jaehyun.” You gave him a sharp look, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you. “Focus.”

“I am focusing,” he murmured, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “But you’re wearing my shirt, and…” His voice dropped, husky and low, “not much else.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up to move. Before you could escape, Jaehyun’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey—”

“Stay,” he said simply, his voice soft but firm.

“Jaehyun, I can’t tend to your injuries like this.”

“You can, and you will,” he replied, his lips brushing against your temple. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Your heart stuttered as you settled on his lap, your legs straddling him. The proximity made your breath hitch, especially when his hands slid down to rest on your bare thighs.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, trying to keep your composure.

“Yes, nurse?” he teased, his grin widening despite the pain it probably caused him.

You huffed, leaning in closer to clean the cut on his lip. The faint smell of blood mixed with his cologne, a strangely intoxicating combination. His eyes never left yours, dark and heavy-lidded, his gaze flicking down briefly to your lips.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, finally finishing and pressing a bandage to his cheek.

“And you’re perfect,” he shot back, his hands squeezing your thighs gently. “But seriously, can I have the cake now? It smells too good to ignore.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you said, climbing off his lap to grab the cake. As you set a slice in front of him, he pulled you back onto the couch, this time wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“You’re not leaving again,” he murmured against your ear. “Cake, you, and this couch. That’s all I need tonight.”

And just like that, the night stretched on, the cake slowly disappearing between teasing bites, stolen kisses, and Jaehyun’s firm grip that kept you exactly where he wanted you—right in his arms.

[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kaiser x reader

— part ten

plot: kaiser comforted you after a bad and slow breakup, but what will happen now considering what you two shared? is everything still unexpected or is there something you both simply have yet to realize?. fluff shit 'cause yeah!!

words: 1.9k (1967)

extra: it will probably become a multi part story, tell me if you're interested in a part eleven! I also realized that maybe I write shorter chapters better, so abandon the 2.5/3k word chapters

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!. you can find the other parts of the story by searching in the section dedicated to bllk

Since the parade had taken place you had completely returned to the path you were on, as if the hatred that so many had directed at you had dematerialized: on the one hand you appreciated this thing, but on the other it still made you so angry when you remembered how they had treated you. Many agencies, both German and foreign, had asked you to collaborate, but you had decided that for the moment you would only stay with TraumLaufsteg, which still had many answers to give you; you still wanted to understand what kind of relationship there was between Ursula and Gabriel, and how he was one of the founders. These were questions that tormented you at night, but for some time now you have been spending them more peacefully in Kaiser's arms, where you felt good

The media had begun to suspect the alleged relationship between you and the German prodigy, but beyond speculation there was obviously nothing confirmed. You and Michael were careful to keep things low profile, as complicated as it was for both of you. No one had yet understood that you had moved back in with him, and no one should have understood that now hugs weren't the only thing you exchanged

Michael had been on tour in the Berlin border areas for a week now, and for convenience he didn't come home, as much as he wanted to. You missed him, but he would be back in less than a few days, so you were happy. Life with Kaiser was going great, and that made you fall in love with him even more. The only problem was that Gabriel had suddenly started managing the company's models, including you: this meant being in contact with him more than necessary, and as much as I didn't want to, it was work

"Okay, one last time, whole runway" says the man sitting in his comfortable chair, while you and the other seven models return to the starting position. You had been doing the exact same thing since this morning only with different clothes, and if it hadn't been for the presence of your ex you would surely have been happier. You take a deep breath, taking the first position as the top model. You start walking, gaze fixed and movements flowing, swinging the wide skirt you had to wear as a test. You walk the entire length, reaching the tip where you put a hand on your hip, looking at the imaginary audience and then walking back, always with the same grace. The other models repeat the gesture taking their time, but you always feel Gabriel's gaze on you

He always looks at you, as if it were something that would make him breathe. Even when the attention should be on the other models, his gaze doesn't move from your figure, and you can't do much more than glare at him. Since he started working with you again, he has this toxic habit, which always makes you feel bad even though you haven't done anything. It gets worse when Ursula is with him, who occasionally attends the rehearsals next to the man: it makes you laugh a little how she tries to get his attention, failing miserably... and yet on the day of the show they seemed like best friends. Ursula doesn't talk much with her models, much less with you, so you don't know much about this woman who, in your opinion, knows a lot about you

"Okay ladies. Monica, more movement, you're modeling, not going shopping... and Iseut, more expressions, you have a cute face, use it. Also for our top model..." says the man, waking you up from your thoughts and noticing that everyone has modeled "Nothing to say, we all know she's a professional" he says giggling slightly, and while the others nod you want to do nothing more than go to him and strangle him. You hate his behavior, you hate everything about him and how he tries to flatter you every time. You'd be tempted to intentionally screw up everything to see his reaction, but at the same time it's not like you to ruin your always impeccable work for someone like that, unworthy of so much fame

You are about to leave the room to go to your dressing room and finally call your boyfriend, when you hear the doors of the rehearsal room open, and two video cameras enter followed by Ursula herself. You are surprised by this, because from what you knew from the other models in the agency access to the video cameras is prohibited

The cameras are roaming around the room, as you and the other models stare at them. You hear someone muttering something confused about this, and you don't know how to react even though you've been used to being in the spotlight for years now. You don't know why, but it stinks

Ursula stands next to Gabriel, and from the knowing smile they exchange you understand that the bomb you were waiting for is probably about to explode right now. The stylist's snake-like gaze looks you over, and a cold shiver runs down your spine as you watch the cameras finally settle in front of the two buddies, who are now scenographically side by side. You need to leave now, because the situation is feeling stranger by the second, and you don't like

"Welcome to the agency! Gabriel and I are very honored to be able to give you the opportunity to document life in the TraumLaufsteg, which for a long time has not given such a chance to anyone. Feel free to ask me and our models anything you have in mind" says Ursula in front of the first camera, while Gabriel nods "You have entered at the end of the shift of the models who will participate in the next fashion show, I was just taking care of that" he says charismatically, and the woman nods. One of the two video cameras is put down, while the man holding it comes in front of the screen, probably taking the place of the interviewer "Could you tell us more about the next show?" says the man "You can ask our models, they are ready to answer" says Gabriel, and the object moves towards you, catching you off guard. You and all the others know how to handle the situation, it is a quality that you have to acquire if you do this job, but it is still strange

The interviewer approaches, taking the girl at your side "Could you tell me how a normal shift goes?" he asks, and the woman shows off her best smile while improvising some cool answers, but in truth you don't listen to. Gabriel's oppressive gaze, now a few meters away from you, continues to stare at you with an almost maniacal smile, the same one that Ursula gives you. You gulp down a lump of saliva as you fix your hair, trying to ignore the situation. "How does it feel to walk with an internationally famous model?" the interviewer suddenly asks, and the woman remains silent for a few seconds, honestly not knowing how to respond. They all know who the man is referring to, and you can't help but smile at the camera filming you, one that actually hides a bit of anxiety and perplexity underneath

The woman remains silent, smiling nervously. The interviewer now turns to you, the microphone pointed at your mouth. “This would be the first interview you’ve had since the break” he says, and you nod. “It would have come sooner or later. You’ve obviously had more luck than the others” you say, trying to sound as nonchalant as usual. The man nods “You’re probably right. How does it feel to be back on the catwalk?” he asks “Oh, it feels great. I’ve missed doing the usual things, and going back to the catwalk was like getting some fresh air after keeping my face under water for too long” you say. The microphone shakes a bit "And why choose an agency right here in Germany? And then, such a small one" he says, and you understand why Gabriel was smiling before. You suspect that they are ready-made questions, that they are aimed at putting you in difficulty and make you look like an idiot

"Well, I moved to Germany a while ago, and starting again with an Italian agency would have been uncomfortable because of the country difference. I chose TraumLaufsteg because I saw potential, and I would say I made the right choice when I see the results of the last show" you say, using all the trump cards you can give. It's a smooth answer, but it doesn't reveal anything wrong, or at least that's what you think

"How coincidental, however, to choose TraumLaufsteg, which is precisely the agency where Gabriel is the founder. Is there something in between this choice? After all, there has been a lot of chaos between your boyfriend and you in the last few weeks" says the man, and finally you understand that it is all a trap from the beginning, designed only to advance the main topic, that is, you and Gabriel. You see an immense satisfaction in the man, and you can't help but want to kill him

"There is absolutely no correlation between my choice and the situation you are talking about, since my ex and I are no longer together. I saw potential in the TraumLaufsteg without asking myself too many questions about who the founders were" you say in a serious tone, one that has the aim of not letting anything but your disgust transpire. The interviewer looks surprised, as does Gabriel who leaves Ursula's side, taking steps towards you. You watch him approach, feeling yourself suffocated with each step that brings you closer. He comes to your side, making his way through the models, putting his arm around your waist. Your eyes widen, moving to step aside, but his firm grip doesn't let you move. He smiles at the camera, as if nothing's wrong. If he wants to play like a jerk he's doing it perfectly

"My Y/n is just kidding, we all know in the industry how her humor can almost seem truthful. I don't know what's going on in her head, I just know that we are definitely not exes" he says playfully in front of the camera, which frames the two of you while you are doing everything you can to keep him away. You look at him disgusted, like you have never looked at anyone before. He wants to change the story every time to suit his own convenience, first calling you a traitor and now again calling you his girlfriend

It only takes a second for you to feel his lips crush yours. Your blood runs cold as you feel the sickening sensation you had forgotten and that had comforted you for so many years. He lingers on your lips, feeling them as he always has. You move to pull away, but it's no use because of his firm grip. You would like to cry, slap him, push him as far away from you as possible, but you can't do anything but remain perplexed by the gesture, appearing in front of the camera like a dead person. Now that you've gotten used to only Kaiser's lips, why do you feel those who have only spoken badly of you?

"See? Couple as always" says Gabriel, joking with the interviewer. You watch it disgusted, and everyone on television could tell that you were clearly not comfortable. Because yes, unbeknownst to you this was live nationally

And a certain blond German soccer player was watching the scene in his cold hotel room

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[charliedawn]

Hi! Can I ask for a fic where the slashers have a reader nurse that acts like Kagaya Ubayashiki (from demon slayer) like there calm demeanour and there gentle and fluid manner of speaking.

They can handle criticism and honest about there weakness. The slashers manage to witness how the curse or illness spread to nurse reader each and every day.

The slashers reacting when finding out the real truth of there illness by eavesdropping to there conversation and admitting that they are slowing dying but still wanted to keep working and taking care of them because they care and love the slashers. Nurse reader still keeps working while now being blind and reassuring the slashers they still can handle it.

How would the slashers do now when they found out the truth of there sickness and nurse reader being blind. And nurse reader dies peacefully in there sleep while holding one of the slashers or Norman hand (like trying reassuring or comforting them that they won’t leave or there still here even tho they die) and smile in there sleep. How would there slashers react to nurse reader dying peacefully.

Btw I love your fics there both funny and amazing to read and entertaining I hope your doing well there Author take care 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Bubba noticed the first time you came into his cell and didn’t flinch at his appearance. Let’s be honest here, Bubba is a big guy and everyone who sees his very peculiar mask would at least be a little surprised.

But, you simply sat there—unbothered.

You were calm and even smiled at him. The fact that you were sick didn’t seem to actually matter at first since he didn’t care about you. You were just another nurse…

But then, you weren’t anymore. You started becoming the one who made it possible for his family to visit, who took care of him when he was hurt, who read him and the other slashers stories at night…He started caring because you cared.

And when it was time to say goodbye ? Bubba wasn’t ready. He knelt at your bedside and took your hand between his—crying and shaking as he begged you to stay.

"…My poor little lamb. I can already the black veils of death surrounding you. Slashers can feel Her. Death. And She is holding tight to your heart, dear child."

Hannibal Sr. is very perceptive. He knew from the start, he could smell Her. She was following you around and Hannibal Sr. knew that there was nothing to be done.

You were his favourite nurse. You were the one who gave his children’s gifts to him and who had never once flinched in his presence. He respected you…

When the time came, he took your hand and kissed the back of it.

"…Unfortunate child. Know that whatever time you spent on this Earth, you were good."

When you gave out your final breath, Hannibal Sr. closed his eyes and sighed. Such a shame…

Pennywise was at your door every night. He had tried to heal you—many times. But, his healing powers didn’t work on curses.

Hence, he thought that maybe by standing in front of your door every night, he could spook Death away.

"Not them…Not them..." He repeated over and over—hoping She would hear him. Or that Maturin would save you.

He begged and begged—him who had sworn to never beg for anything ever again—was now begging for your life. A human. A nothing…But if he was to save one person—it would be you.

When he knew there was no other way, he stayed by your side. He didn’t cry, but he held your hand and made jokes all night until he knew there was no laughter left in you. You were gone…

How dared you ? He was death. He was the boogeyman. You had no right to die. He hadn’t allowed it yet.

Michael stayed by your bed side, and you didn’t need your eyes to know that he was worried and didn’t want to leave you—afraid that if he was to close his eyes for even a second…you would disappear forever.

"Michael…It’s okay." You tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen to you. He started crying when he felt that death was inevitable and he held your hand in his.

You smiled at him.

"…I am glad…I got to meet you, Michael. You and everyone else."

Michael’s hand tightened around yours and he decided to get the mask off. Letting you see his face, knowing it wouldn’t change anything and then he whispered.

"…I…am…glad…too."

And then, your eyes slowly closed and Michael shivered as he felt your soul depart from your body. He stayed there hours later—holding your hand.

Freddy came the night he knew you were going to die. He wordlessly sat beside you and you felt him. You smiled.

"…Hi, Freddy."

Freddy was uncharacteristically silent. He looked at you and finally whispered.

"It is…tonight, Y/N."

You nodded.

"I know."

Freddy hesitated before taking your hand.

"…Are you scared ?"

You smiled.

"No. Not anymore…Not when I have a friend with me."

Freddy tried not to cry, but he couldn’t help himself. He sighed and replied with a broken voice.

"…I wish you were an asshole like me, ‘cause at least I’d be sure to see you in hell. But…I know this is goodbye and…I guess the only thing I can do is make sure you get the best sleep of your life tonight."

He put his hand on your eyes and you felt yourself fall into a dream…

You smiled.

"…Good night, Freddy."

He smiled back, even though his hand was shaking.

"…Good night, sweetheart."

"Hum…What do you mean you’re dying ?"

Eddie was taken aback at the news. He stared at you in disbelief for a moment before shaking his head.

"You can’t. That’s not…no. Come on. No." He had tears in his eyes as he took your hands in his and begged you to stay.

He had gotten used to you. You were the only one who knew who he really was. He cried next to your bedside and once you had left this world—he kissed the back of your hand.

"See you soon…Y/N."

Norman stayed awake for days-on-end to stay with you as much as possible. He cooked your favourite food, he played your favourite games and read your favourite books. He thought it would help once the time came. But, it didn’t. It was still so painful to watch when he saw how hard it was for you. He had to see you slowly lose your sight and lock yourself up in your room the days before the inevitable moment of death…

Norman *kisses your hand* : "…If I could die instead of you…I wouldn’t even hesitate to give you my life."

You kept working as a nurse for the slashers, providing for them and making sure that everything would run smoothly once you were gone.

[sillygoose067]

A Masked Promise

Ch.8

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader

The car ride was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. The warm hum of the engine filled the spaces between your soft chatter about the amusement park and occasional bouts of laughter over the carnival games. Dick—no, Gray—had insisted on dropping you home, and though you had tried to talk him out of it, he had been firm yet kind.

“You’ve had enough buses and trains for one night,” he’d said, flashing that crooked smile that made your stomach flip. “Let me do this.”

You hesitated, reluctant for him to see the small, run-down apartment complex you called home. But the sincerity in his voice had been impossible to argue with.

Now, as the city lights blurred past the car windows, your hands twisted nervously in your lap.

“Everything okay?” Gray’s voice was low, calm, but there was a note of concern in it.

“Yeah,” you lied quickly, offering him a small smile. “Just tired.”

He didn’t push, though his eyes flicked toward you briefly, a hint of doubt in them.

When he pulled up to your street, you directed him to park at the corner, hoping he wouldn’t notice the chipped paint and flickering lights of the building ahead.

“This is me,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

Gray glanced at the building, then back at you. “I’ll walk you up.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” you said quickly, panicking a little. “It’s late, and you’ve already gone out of your way—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted gently, his blue eyes steady and resolute. “I’m walking you up.”

His tone left no room for debate. You sighed, giving in with a small nod.

Inside, you felt every crack in the walls and heard every creak of the stairs as you led him to your door. Unlocking it, you stepped inside and flicked on the lights, revealing the tiny studio apartment that served as your home.

“It’s… cozy,” you said, your voice tinged with self-conscious humor.

Gray stepped in, glancing around with curiosity but no judgment. His eyes landed on the small kitchenette, the books stacked haphazardly on the table, and the threadbare couch pushed against the wall.

“It’s nice,” he said simply, his voice sincere.

You glanced at him, trying to gauge if he was just being polite, but his expression was unreadable.

“Uh, tea?” you offered awkwardly, already moving toward the kitchenette. It felt like the least you could do after dragging him up here.

“I’d love some,” he replied, settling onto the couch.

You focused on the familiar rhythm of making chai, grateful for the distraction. Measuring out water and milk, crushing fresh ginger and cardamom pods, and letting the tea leaves steep—it was a process you’d done a hundred times, but it felt different with him sitting there, watching.

The scent of spices filled the apartment as you poured the chai into two mismatched mugs and brought them over. You handed one to him, your fingers brushing briefly, and sat down across from him.

“This is… different,” he said after taking a sip, his eyes lighting up in surprise.

“Good different or bad different?” you asked, suddenly nervous.

“Good,” he assured you. “Really good. I’ve never had anything like this before.”

You relaxed a little, smiling. “It’s just chai. Nothing fancy.”

He shook his head, his gaze on the mug. “No, it’s something special.”

You busied yourself with your own mug, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the tea.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice quieter. “You know, when I was a kid, I lived in a circus. The Flying Graysons.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “The circus?”

He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “My parents were acrobats. I grew up swinging from trapezes and walking tightropes. It was… magical, in a way. Until it wasn’t.”

Your chest tightened as you watched his expression shift, the light in his eyes dimming slightly.

“They died during a performance,” he continued, his voice steady but tinged with something heavier. “It was an ‘accident,’ but I knew better. Bruce—he took me in after that. Gave me a home, a purpose. But he wasn’t exactly… warm.”

You stayed quiet, letting him talk.

“He tried, in his own way. But I needed to figure out who I was without him. That’s why I left Gotham, the manor, all of it. I worked my way up to detective to build something of my own. To prove to myself that I could.”

His words hung in the air, and you found yourself looking at him differently. There was so much more to him than you’d imagined—so much pain, resilience, and strength.

“I didn’t mean to unload all that,” he said after a moment, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “Thank you for telling me. Really.”

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “And this,” he said, holding up his mug, “might be the best thing I’ve had in years. I could see myself getting used to it.”

You laughed softly, missing the deeper meaning in his words.

“Gray,” you said hesitantly, testing the name again. “Thank you. For tonight. For… everything.”

His smile widened slightly, and he leaned back, looking more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. “It’s my pleasure, Y/N. And don’t forget—you’re the only one who gets to call me that.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but felt your heart skip all the same.

As the night stretched on, the conversation ebbed and flowed. You told him about your favorite books, your love for old Bollywood films, and the way chai always reminded you of home.

He listened intently, his blue eyes warm and focused, as if you were the most interesting person in the world. And for the first time in a long time, you felt seen—not for what you had or didn’t have, but simply for who you were.

When he finally stood to leave, you walked him to the door, your chest tightening slightly at the thought of him leaving.

“Goodnight, Gray,” you said softly, the name rolling off your tongue as if it had always belonged there.

He paused, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne and the realization that this night had changed something—though you weren’t quite sure what yet.

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[wickedisback]

You’re My Sweet

A Holiday Gelphie fic

Author notes: A fic I wrote back in 2010. Very book characterization based. But no spoilers for anything act 2 musical or book wise. A chapter from the middle of the fic but I think it’s a good standalone short.

TLDR: Book characterization. No spoilers for book or Act II.

Rated T

I apologize for the grammar in advance. I have not gone over it since I posted it in 2010 and just wanted to put it out into the world during the holidays.

In the book the holiday season they celebrate is called Lurlinemas. ‘Tis the season to toss me a like if you’re so inclined.

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Waking to an empty room, Galinda was slightly disoriented. She napped much longer than she’d planned. Hurrying out of bed to turn on some lights she glanced at the time, 8 o'clock at night. Where exactly would Elphaba be? Galinda shook her head, as if to shake away the lingering thoughts of their nap- cuddled in bed, Elphaba comforting her, feeling safe and warm and…

Well, Elphaba could do as she pleased for all Galinda cared. It wasn’t her place to worry about it.

Tomorrow was Lurlinemas Eve, and the room needed decorating. She grabbed a box full of festive baubles from her wardrobe. Galinda hummed to herself as she traipsed around the room, taping sparkling snowflakes to the window and stringing pink lights around her vanity. Pink and silver garland decorated her headboard, and pearly white ornaments hung from every drawer knob on her side of the dorm.

Galinda glanced around at her work, feeling quite proud. She plopped down on her soft, frilly bed and noticed the lack of anything pretty on Elphaba's side of the room. Well... there was an extra strand of pink and silver garland. After all, if Elphaba didn't like it she could simply take it down. Resolved, Galinda placed the garland on Elphaba's headboard, tacking it in place. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled and she realized she had skipped dinner, due to their afternoon nap. Galinda felt her face grow warm as once again her mind drifted to thoughts of Elphaba holding her so very close.

Furtively, she glanced at the box of Lurlinemas decorations; it was nearly empty save for an old sprig of mistletoe. It would be silly to put it up, no boys were allowed in the dorm. Besides, Elphaba might get the wrong idea... Wrong idea about what exactly? “No, not even possible." She said aloud to the empty room. “She doesn't even think we're friends..." And it was true, they were just so... different, but that didn't mean that she and Elphaba were enemies, right? Galinda sighed. She was over-thinking this, just because Elphaba had been acting strangely didn't mean anything. Elphaba was strange, plain and simple. It had nothing to do with feelings, or friendship, or anything else that was getting mixed up in that blissful blonde brain of hers. Galinda gave up on her mental debacle and decided to scrounge up something to eat instead.

Just then, the door flung open and in burst a flustered Elphaba.

"Unbelievable." Elphaba muttered under her breath, tossing down a stack of papers and throwing her cloak off her shoulders. She shoved a brown bag into Galinda's hands and kicked off her boots. "Inconceivable." She huffed, plopping down on her bed and gesturing for Galinda to open the bag.

Galinda reached in and pulled out two sandwiches; she handed one to Elphaba and opened her own.

Elphaba took a bite, chewed and swallowed. "Melted cheese sandwich, I'm afraid they might've gotten a bit cold on the way over."

Galinda unwrapped hers and shrugged. "Good regardless, thank you."

Elphaba sighed in exasperation.

“What happened?" Galinda sat down next to her roommate and nibbled at her sandwich.

"Too much to explain." Elphaba muttered.

"You were researching." Galinda prompted. "And... there was a breakthrough of some sort?"

"The Wizard is trying to suppress all Animal activity." Elphaba explained, finishing her sandwich and reaching for some juice.

“What?" Galinda asked, shocked.

"Dr. Dillamond thinks that the Wizard is trying to suppress the Animals from our society, enough that they will eventually be phased out and all that will be left are animals in their place." Elphaba handed the juice to Galinda and paced about the room, twisting her spindly fingers together and wringing her hands.

"But the Wizard wouldn't do something like that. He works for the betterment of Oz." Galinda objected. "That old Goat must be wrong."

"Don't you see? He's completely right, of course. It all started with the Bann. Something must be done about it. The segregation has already started. Why didn't I notice it before?" Elphaba groaned, clearly upset with the situation and with herself.

"The Bann meant for Animals... it was the catalyst for something more?" Galinda guessed, still trying to catch up on Elphaba's ravings.

"Yes, yes, don't you see? The Wizard is deceiving all of Oz!" Elphaba grabbed her roommate's shoulders in excitement.

Galinda gaped, her mouth a perfect 'O'. "If this is true then someone has to do something."

Elphaba stared straight into Galinda's eyes with a fervor the blonde had never seen before. "Someone will."

Slowly, it dawned on her... "Oh Elphie, you can't!"

A smirk crept across the green woman's lips. "Elphie?"

Galinda couldn’t help but blush. "I-I... it just slipped out."

Elphaba chuckled, tousling Galinda's hair.

Galinda wasn't one to be patronized. "You've got a nickname for me. Why can't I have one for you too? Even if we aren't friends." She huffed, crossing her arms and pouting.

"I do?" Elphaba asked absentmindedly, turning around full-circle to take in the room.

"You call me, 'my sweet'."

Elphaba glanced at her. "What happened to our room?"

"I decorated. Tomorrow is Lurlinemas Eve. You don't like it?" Galinda asked, not sure why Elphaba's approval suddenly mattered so much to her.

Elphaba shrugged. "A bit... pink for my taste." She prodded the decorations on her own bed.

"You can take them down if you like." Galinda offered, feeling irrationally disappointed.

Elphaba turned, noticing the tone in her roommate's voice. "If you like them, then I like them." She smiled, hoping Galinda would smile return in. She looked for the usual brightness that surrounded her bubbly roommate, finding it unusually absent. The blonde was huffy, irritated, and Elphaba couldn't help but wonder why.

“Something wrong?" She put her flurry of anger and frustration at the situation of Oz on hold. She turned to focus on her roommate and begin to suss out the change in their dynamic.

Galinda sniffed, turning away haughtily. "No."

"Lies." Elphaba said, stepping up behind Galinda and snaking her arms around the smaller woman's shoulders, resting her chin on top of the blonde's head. She felt Galinda stiffen at the contact, definitely unusual as gentle physical contact usually calmed the blonde down. Just a squeeze of the hand or a light touch on her arm from Elphaba normally helped settle any of Galinda’s distress.

"Why that nickname?" Galinda asked, her voice light and breathy.

Elphaba chuckled, moving her lips to brush against the shell of Galinda's ear. "Is that all? Isn't it obvious?" Elphaba nipped lightly feeling a shiver travel down Galinda's petite frame. "It's because you are delightfully, sugary sweet."

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AUTHOR NOTES:

Working on transferring my Gelphie fics from fanfiction.net to an AO3 account. (I’ve never had one before). There is a lot more to this fic.

But my hobby is now writing Gelphie fics so hopefully they’re enjoyable to someone?

Happy Holidays Gelphie Nation!

Reblogs also appreciated 😁

[folklorefalling]

A burning desire - Anilpin smut

Pin was nervous. She had never done this before. She barely knew her own body, she just let Anin take the lead and do all those marvelous things to her, things she couldn't even name.

But there she was, alone in the bed while Anin, sitting on the chair, was looking at her with hunger in her eyes, analising her every single move.

or

The one were Princess Anin teaches Khun Pin how to masturbate after she questions how did the princess happened to know so much about the female body.

Pin knew that she loved Anin. She has known this since forever and when Anin came back from England determined to own her, it was hard to cope with so many feelings. She's had those feelings for so long, however, she couldn't name those. And then Anin came, so soft, so tender, teaching her about how their feelings were different than a mere affection, teaching her how to kiss (and oh how good did they feel), teaching what romantic love is and making her realise that those feelings she always held inside herself were merely love. Purest love for her.

All those things she used to feel on her... intimate parts, suddenly started to make some sense, the tie on her stomach when Anin looked at her with *those* eyes, the shivers down her spine when she said something naughty, all those crazy things she felt when the princess was exibiting her cleavage, and the BURN when Anin showed her the what a french kiss was.

Pin felt like she was entering a brand new world, one were there was only her: Princess Anilaphat and Khun Pin wanted to belong to her on every possible level.

She wasn't naive when it came to the existence meaning of sex, she has learned somewhat about what's supposed to happen when a man and a woman desire each other, and even if she didn't know exactly how that would happen between two women, she knew what she wanted Anin to do to her (and there was so many things, she wanted to belong to her in so many ways it was becoming her obsession).

So when she finally got the courage to tell the princess she understood her feelings, that she loved her and belonged to her, they had their perfect magical first time together and Anin was so sweet, so tender, so deliciously dominant, she felt like exploding.

It was all so new to her, the burn on her belly, the way she felt like floating out of pure pleasure, the way it felt like an ache that needed to be taken care of and Anin had the most creative ways to take care of it and the way it became an explosion, she was all hers.

But, at the same time she was so happy Anin simply knew how to manage everything and was teaching her step by step, she couldn't stop herself from being jealous, trying to understand how did the princess had so much knowledge on these type of things and that jealousy was eating her alive.

"Something's bothering you"

She heard the princess say while they were together in bed, after another night of pure love making, enjoying everything they could out of each other while Anin was still there.

"It's nothing"

She held her chin, gently, making their eyes meet.

"You can tell me. I'm your lover, you can share whatever you want with me"> Anin said and kissed the tip of her nose, always so gentle, always so chilvary.

"It's a little bit embarrasing. I don't want you to think of me as a-"

She interrupted her with a kiss, holding her head gently, pulling her closer, and came to wisper on ear, sending shivers all over her body out of the proximity. "Tell me, my love, whatever it is".

She left out a sigh, looking down, not wanting to face her eye to eye.

"I just... I just couldn't stop thinking. You teach me everything, you showed me what our feelings meant and kissed me and guided me and doing all those... things... to me... I... Could't stop myself from questioning how..."

"How what?" Anin was already with a teasing smile on her face.

"How you learned all that".

"You want to know if I had someone before you, that perharps had teached me all of those things?"

"Yes". She admitted lowering her head.

"Look at me"

"You're my first. My first kiss, first lover, first everthing. It has always been you and it will always be you. You're the one my heart and my body had always desired".

"But how..."

"How did I manage to do all of this?" She asked with a cocky smile "Well... Let's just say I mirrowed what I always did to myself while thinking about you".

Khun Pin felt flustered, she had never thought of that kind of possibility, she had never touched herself like that and didn't even think as something possible for a lady to do. All things concerning sex were reserved for somewhere in the future, with the man she was someday forced to marry.

"You've never touched yourself, Khun Pin?" the princess asked with some concern on her face "how did you cope with all the homones and feelings?"

"I just... I never really thought about it". She admited somewhat embarrassed.

"Aren't you going to miss me when I'm away?"

"Of couse I will!"

"Then... What are you going to do about it?" Anin asked teasingly.

"I-I don't know. The last time you were away I used to hold close to me something that was yours, or think about out good times together, or write you a letter".

"Hmm. I see. But how about now...." She started to whisper on her ear white caressing her body with the tip of her finger "when we've had so many *good times* together, when you think about..." she moved the caressing to her thighs "these kind of good times... what are you going to do about it?"

"Anin..." she said in a whisper.

"Come on, baby, answer your princess"

Anin claiming her royal title while her fingers fondle her sex was an experience. And she just had this urge to obey, to be loyal, to honor the elderly, just like she was taught her whole life.

"I-I don't..."

"You don't what? Answer your princess with proper words".

"I don't know".

She raised an eyebrown at her response and stopped caressing her.

"I mean... I don't know, *your highness*". Anin smirked and continued to caress her, slowly, patiently.

"Would Khun Pin allow Princess Anilaphat to teach her this one more thing?"

Pin felt like the world was spinning, the pressure Anin was doing on her intimacy at the same time as she as looking her her with pure lust on her eyes, demading an answer she could't properly formulate.

"Answer your princess, my love". Anin lifted her chin once again, this time a little less gentle, but with the same caring.

"I have already given myself to you entirely, your highness, Princess Anilaphat does to Khun Pin whatever Princess Anilaphat feels like doing".

At this answer, she was awarded with the most steamy kiss, while Anin continued to touch her all over her body, until she got up, got off the bed and sat on a chair aside.

"Anin, what are you doing?"

"What I told you I'd do. I'm going to teach you to pleasure yourself so you don't feel so miserable when I'm away. Just like I'm going to be there, thinking about you and touching myself while doing so".

Pin was nervous. She had never done this before. She barely knew her own body, she just let Anin take the lead and to all those marvelous things to her, things she couldn't even name.

But there she was, alone in the bed while Anin, sitting at the chair, was looking at her with hunger in her eyes, analising her every single move.

"You're gonna have to trust me, okay?" the princess asked softly "are you confortable with this?" Pin nodded. "If I do or say anything, and I mean anything that makes you unconfortable, you tell me, okay?

"Okay". Pin trusted Anin, she respected and loved her in a way no one could ever do and she knew the princess was only trying to make her feel good with her own body. She loved Anin for how she thought about every single detail to make her feel loved.

"Khun Pin, would you please be so kind to be a good subject for your princess and spread your legs?"

"Yes, your highness".

"Now, I want you to look at yourself. When I tried to eat you out earlier, you seemed displeased and turned on by the idea at the same time, you told me not to, but you really enjoyed while I was there, wasn't it?

"Yes, your highness, I was... I was embarrassed".

"I want you to look at your beautiful pussy and not feel ashamed by it. Look at it, honey, it's delicious, and it's all mine".

Pin had this mixed feelings, at the same time, being so turned on by the way Anin was talking and looking at her, and also so ashamed by everything.

"This pretty bud right up there it's your clit, do you see it? See how big and erect it is for me? It's because you're horny, babe. Have I ever taught you this? That feeling of discomfort mixed with pleasure and the need to be touched. It's called being turned on. I feel this all the time when I'm close to you and I know you feel it too".

Pin felt like she couldn't breath, she was so... horny and it was so satisfying to finally put a name on that discomfort she began to feel on her teenag years and that got so worse ever since the return of the princess.

Anin continued to patiently teach her everthing about the female anatomy, about the vulva, and her vagina and all those erogenous areas, Pin was burning with desire and it was getting so much worse when Anin looked at her with those eyes.

"Now, my dear, I'd like for you to rub your clit, can you do this for Princess Anil?"

"Y-yes, your highness".

"Do it the way you like it when I do it with you".

"Y-yes" she replied breathless.

"You're doing so good, Khun Pin, such a beautiful girl touching yourself like that. Put a finger inside you, please".

She obliged and it was so... different. It felt good, not as good as the soft and firm hands of Anin, but it felt good in a different way, knowing herself and doing everything just the way she wanted gave her a sense of power she didn't know she could have.

She was rubbing her clit and fucking herself with one finger while her hips moved along, trying to het more fiction, it felt delicious, and having Anin t watch the whole thing was just, an experience.

"Babe, put another finger please, fuck yourself a little bit rougher, just like I would if I was the one doing it".

So she did, adding another finger, and feeling more and more of that great pleasure she as providing to herself. Things got out of hand for her when she saw Anin pulling of her skirt and touching herself to, she just let out a moan, making the princess grin.

"Finally, babe. I was wondering if you'd keep yourself so silent. It's jsut us here, I want to hear you".

"Ah-ah, Aninnn"

"Yes, my love, keep going, you can do it, curve your fingers on the entrance of your pussy, it wil feel so good, I promise you".

So she did. "Oh my GOD, ANIN. This fe-feels..."

"I know, babe, I know it does. Keep doing this for me, don't close your legs".

Anin noticed how Pin was having trouble keeping her legs apart because of all the pleasure, so she got up her chair (finally) and held her legs spread.

"I want them like this for me, Khun Pin" she held her chin with the other hand, looking at her with pure lust and desire "you don't look down your princess when she's talking to you... Khun Pin, stop" she held her hand.

"B-but, Aninnn" she cried out of desperation.

"I want to see you properly, I want this image craved in my imagination for when I'm away, I want to remember you touching yourself with your legs spread just for me" she took Pin's hand out of her pussy, soaked, and started to smell it "you're delicious".

Seing how turned on Anin seemed to be by her hands soaked, Pin started to rub her fingers all over her lips, like a lipstick, making the princess lick her fingers while keeping eye contact and making crazy sounds with her mouth until finally releasing it with a pop sound.

Anin then spreaded her legs, being in between, to stop her from closing it.

"Touch yourself" she demanded.

"Yes, your highness""

"Good girl"

So she continued, fucking herself with two fingers, rubbing her clit, hips moving, her legs closing automatically, but being held forcefully by Anin, that kept looking at her, watching like it was the spectacle of her life.

"Yes, my love, just keep doing this, you're so close, I can see it".

"YES!"

"Keep moaning for me, keep fucking yourself so good. I love you"

"Ah ah aaaah"

And then it was it, Pin felt like an earthquake was happening inside herself, just like the first time Anin touched her down there, and everytime since.

"This" Anin said while caressing her thighs softly "is an orgasm" she smirked "I know you've had them before, but maybe you don't know what it is. Do you, love?

Pin shaked her head, still dizzy from everything.

Anin came to bed with her, holding her close.

"Now, everytime you feel turned on when I'm away, I want you to touch yourself, okay?"

"Okay, Anin" Pin answered, already embarrassed after the rush was over.

"You don't need to feel ashamed, it's beautiful and it's perfectly normal and healthy. Thank you for trusting me and letting me lead the way. I love you"

"I love you too, thank you for caring so much about me".

"I always will".

And then they held each other close for the rest of the night, knowing that they belonged to each other and to each other only, forever.

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥: Pt 2

Part 1

𐙚 Marcus acacius x fem!reader/emperor geta x fem!reader 𐙚 18+

Summary: You are the Empress of Rome in a mundane marriage to Emperor Geta. After many months, General Acacius is back from war.

Warnings/Contains: fem reader, smut, teasing, edging, rough sex, [slight] dirty talk, unprotected sex, cheating, not proof read,

Word Count: 2k

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Several months had passed since you last saw General Acacius. He had been away at war, compelled by your husband's greed as he seized lands in your royal name.

Occasionally, a friendly letter would arrive, but it lacked the warmth of his presence. That time apart felt like a sorrowful chapter; in fact, you even found yourself respecting your husband more than before. He had even dismissed his other lovers. You never desired a distraction in the form of a lover because deep down, you understood that no one could match the love that the great general had given you.

Simply thinking about him warmed your skin and made your body crave the desire to please. In bed, you would stretch out, arching your back at the thought of him behind you. You slipped your fingers inside yourself and closed your eyes.

You teased yourself, gently grazing your clitoris and rubbing it. Your moans were impossible to ignore from down the hall. Geta pushed open your chamber doors to find you a sloppy mess on the bed. “[Y/n]! It is two hours past midnight. What are you doing awake?”

From your drunken state, you lifted your head. Although tired, the emperor knew when you needed his attention. Your eyes settled in his gaze, your hands on the bed like an untamed mountain lion. Nails dug into the bedding as you arched. Your makeup and hair were messy from earlier in the day; your nightwear held on by the curves of your body.

He shut the door behind him before moving closer to the bed. “Mhhh, please fuck me.” You had never asked for sex so blatantly. No, not his wife. You were busy being rather mysterious, floating about the palace with a certain distance from anything sexual. “Geta.”

Unfamiliar with this side of you, he proceeded with caution. “Y- you, uhm, you should rest.”

You pulled him into bed and lay on the pillows. “Come finger me…then fuck me.” You undid your night gown.

“[Y/n]! What has gotten into you?”

You moved away from him, closing your night gown. “I will not beg you for sex so just leave.” You mutter.

He left you in your bedroom alone. You sighed and lay over the pillows, the scent of desperation on the sheets.

The next day, you woke up late and took your time getting dressed. While you brushed your hair, a servant adjusted the ties of your dress, expertly tying them into silk bows. “Where is Geta?” You inquired sleepily. He would typically watch you get dressed or sneak a glance at least.

"The emperors are attending the soldier's banquet to honor the return of the general and his troops."

“He is back?” You hurriedly left your vanity and dashed through the palace corridors. Entering the dining room, you spotted your husband seated at the table with Caracalla, the general, and several commanders. Meanwhile, the other soldiers were likely indulging in drinks at the city hall dining hall. An open seat was beside your husband, and you took your place there.

Geta rolled his eyes with distain, “Where have you been?”

“Ahem, good morning, my Queen.” The General and his men stood and bowed in your presence.

There was a pause as you looked across the table at the General. “I- I overslept; I am sorry.” You whispered to your husband, “Please, excuse me, Gentlemen, I was caught up with tonight’s celebration.” Acacius distracted himself with a drink.

“Do not be sorry; eat.” Geta said quietly after you were served.

You were the last to leave the dining room, determined to linger a while longer, as if savoring the warmth of the space just a bit more. From one of the entrances, Acacius waited silently, his helmet held loosely between his hip and arm. He seemed to carry the weight of the world with him, looking stronger than you remembered, with deep lines etched into his face and a weariness in his eyes that spoke of countless battles fought and won—at deep costs. A frown rested on his lips, hinting at a troubled mind, as if he were grappling with thoughts too heavy to share in that moment. The once-awkward atmosphere of the dining room felt distant now, fading into a silence that deepened the tension lingering between you. “Hi.” His voice that usual respectful gruff. Nevertheless, nothing could prevent your desire-filled gaze from slithering over his body like warm honey.

You picked at the skin of your cuticles, “Hello.” You looked at your hands before him again. “A lot has happened these months.”

“I have heard.”

“I am glad you are back…and in one piece.”

He stepped into the room, “How have you been?”

A part of you longed to sabotage his efforts by admitting that you had developed feelings for Geta. It felt like a convenient excuse that might save you both from the inevitable heartache that was looming on the horizon. The idea of walking away without the weight of your true feelings dragging you down was tempting. Yet, deep inside, there was still a part of your heart that belonged irreversibly to him, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

You weren't ashamed of what you felt; it was fear that consumed you. Fear of vulnerability, of the raw intensity of your emotions, and of the consequences that might arise from confessing the truth. By the time you finally mustered the courage to lift your gaze and meet the eyes of the general, you found him standing firmly before you, resolute and unwavering. In that moment, the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air, the tension palpable between you.

Your fingertips gripped the edge of the table, and you felt his chest against yours as you breathed deeply. You grew flustered easily when it came to him, “G- general Acacius…I would like to personally welcome you back home after ahem, your great successes overseas.”

“Thank you, Empress.” He took your delicate hand into his clutch before kissing the back of it. He leaned over you deeper until you lay against the table, supporting yourself on your elbows.

“Marcus, we cannot do this here.” You whisper to him. Your dress began to grow messy with stains as he touched your clothes, disregarding the platters of food, jellies and other delicacies. You moaned as he suckled on the skin of your neck. “My husband-“

He grabbed your waist, pulling you against him. “Your emperor has put me through hell. I have not had a woman in my hands in months.”

“Marcus!”

“I know you are craving me.” He undid the dress off your shoulders, freeing your breasts. You could not bring yourself to lie to him. You were craving him. More than a crave, it was a yearning. A yearning for perfect dick, perfect sex from a man worthy of your precious body.

You held the back of his head as he suckled on your nipple. His hand tucked beneath your dress, gently stroking your clitoris from over your undergarments. Your thighs trembled and your hips bucked to the hot feeling between your thighs.

That gentle flick of his tongue on your aerolas made your head throw back in pleasure. “Marcus! Marcus!” His fingers snuck into the side of your undergarments, gently lapping his fingers over the wetness between your labia.

He looked you in the eyes as he slipped a thick digit into your needy little opening. You nearly came from the overstimulation alone but— “No, no, hold it. Hold that in, my empress.” You whimpered in disappointment as he drew his finger out.

“Mar-“

He placed a firm hand over your mouth and continued to tease your nipples. Your chest rose and fell quickly as your back arched. You could cum from this if he kept going. However, he stopped. Your hard nipples were left exposed and so very sensitive. Again, you moaned with need; this time, pulling him back to you by the collar. “You will make me cum. I need this.”

“Well then. I will make sure you cum. More than once.” He found your opening again; this time he stretched you with two fingers. “I’ll make you cum more times than whatever ‘man’ you have been to bed with.” You nod to his words, bucking your hips with the speed of his thrusting, and soaked fingers.

As you rocked your hips, he withdrew his fingers from your, now throbbing, opening. “Marcus.” A desperate moan left your lips.

“I will have to do this *tonight* though. I have business to attend to.”

“Yes, that business is me.” You pulled him close to you with your legs around his hips. 

“Unfortunately, it is not.”

“Marcus. Please.”

He cupped your face in his hand and smiled, “You are so respectful…stay this way, my empress.” Although you had more power than him throughout the empire, when he spoke so condescendingly, his speech rather degrading, you only wanted to kneel before him.

“How could you leave me right now?”

“I am not leaving you again,” he looked down on you, a smile on his lips. It was rather comforting to hear that from him. “You are going to be just fine. Get yourself cleaned up and I will come to you when I am done.”

“But how long will that take?”

He sighed and took off a chain necklace from around his neck. Solid silver pendant and chain sat in your palm. “To prove that I am not leaving, take this. I would never leave without it.” At that point, you wanted to be the necklace, the clothes on his back and the armor on the table beside you. Just anything to be on his skin.

“I trust you.”

He kissed the top of your head and dismissed himself. You slid off the table, disregarding the stains on your dress as you covered your breasts.

So soon after dinner that evening, you found yourself in bed with him.

Tears were brought to your eyes as he held your neck in a chokehold, his hips pounded against your backside. Your eyes rolled back as your breasts bounced against your own body. Sweat, and tears streamed down your face. “Shhh,” Helpless whimpers left your mouth as he held you closer, “It is ok, sweetie.” He huffed into your right ear from behind. Your legs on either side of him trembled and your fingertips did the same, holding onto his strong forearm.

You had so long ago stopped counting the number of times you orgasmed, instead, letting his cock plow your pussy with no fight.

Marcus turned you over onto your side, staying loyal to his arm on your throat. He kept your legs spread and pumped inside your cunt, reaching your g-spot from another Angle. “Marcus!” You dissolved in his arms; your strained vocal cords cried out to him for more. His necklace was around your neck and with every buck, bounced against your breasts.

“You are doing so well.” He grunted into your ear. “You sound so pretty.”

At this point, you were convinced he was put on this earth to solely fuck you. Maybe *you* were put on this earth to get fucked *by* him. Whatever the case, you were not listening to your thoughts. “Y- yes, g- general.” Was all you could muster out. There was nothing in your head. All you could hear were the sounds of his balls slapping your pussy as he grinded deeper inside of you, hitting your cervix. He was going to bruise it and have you limping for the rest of the week, but you didn’t care. Your limping would be a prize for him, one of many.

You came over his cock again for the…well, you were unsure of the count. Just lay there and relax your body. There was no point of gripping him back; your pussy was worn out by now.

“Breathe.” He whispered, slowing his pace, his fingers trailing to your clitoris. You did not have the strength to reply, you only squeezed his arms. His hands gently rubbed your soft body, helping you lay back onto him. He came deep inside of your cunt, holding you still as he caught his breath. A deep moan left his throat. “I’ll let you rest, my empress.”

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