#I love the lighting in the bathroom! unfortunately it's pretty hot in there

[mercuriallily]

HAHA I am back as Rumple :3

[8lyme]

Heat Rises

Logan Howlett x f!Reader

SUMMARY: The mansion is boiling hot

WARNINGS: excessive use of italicisation, borderline dirty thoughts, makeout scene bc that's the best i can do, maybe ooc bc I fear I imagine Logan a little funnier than he actually is.

a/n: the ac in my room broke and inspiration struck after I doomscrolled through wolverine edits on tiktok ... chat i love men

It was hot. Boiling. Stifling.

You woke up at 2 a.m. drenched in sweat, sucking in a deep breath of hot, stale air. Grogginess fading, you stumble from your bed while pulling of your shirt and pajama pants. You open the door to the bathroom and turn the cold water on in the sink.

The heat was dripping down your back despite your lack of clothing. Overheating and still half-asleep, you stuck your head into the stream of cold water, splashing over your neck and across your shoulders.

You straighten to tie your hair up before turning the water off and running your still cold hands down your arms. The patter of thudding sounded outside your door, and you move to dress in a thin tank top and shorts.

You let your eyes adjust to the light as you began walking down the hallway of the mansion. A few children slipped out of their rooms in similar sweaty conditions to follow you down the staircase and onto the main floor.

Gathered by the professor's office were Scott, Storm, and Jean. The stray young mutants who trailed you settling around them.

"Goodmorning," You call out the the group.

"Do you know who turned this place into a boiler?" Jean asks. You both swipe sweat off your foreheads in sync while you shrug, shaking your head.

"Jesus, my glasses are gonna slide off my face," Scott complains, knocking his head against the wall in exasperation. He was shirtless, (rightfully so) wearing what you guessed were swim trunks.

"Charles is working on it," Jean put a hand on his shoulder, then quickly removing it to wipe his sweat off her hand and down the wall.

You turn to Storm, who was pulling the fabric of her tank top to fan herself off.

"Do we know where Bobby is?" You ask in search of the Iceman. You turned to scan the room, addressing the three students who followed you.

"Pretty sure him and Rogue took off before lights out," a young girl from the floor calls out. Her mutation rubberized her molecules, and her legs were in misshapen puddles - akin to flat stanley - due to the heat.

"Christ, it's fuckin' hot in here," a familiar voice groans loudly from behind you. "Nice shorts." Logan said to you before reaching your side.

"Alright fashion police," you respond in mock annoyance, offering a small smile at him. "Didn't know you worked this late."

He shot you a wink before turning away. When you caught full sight of him, your face froze and (if possible) more sweat rolled down your spine.

It was sickening how attractive he managed to look in what felt like the inside of an air fryer. Having clearly just woken up, his hair was perfectly tousled into a messier version of his normal tufts. His hair hardly looked damp despite the oiled-up glow he had on his face ...

And torso.

Fuck he was shirtless.

Although you've known Logan for the better part of a year, you unfortunately failed to experience him half-dressed. You'd been in close proximity frequently - sparring and other various training taking a large percent of that. You were friendly with each other, his acknowledgement of you with a nod whenever you walked in a room affirming he didn't hate you. You normally ate breakfast together, often offering the other the last portion of cereal or setting aside an extra cup of coffee for whoever entered the kitchen second. Within the last few months, however, after a particularly unfortunate mission gone wrong in almost every way, your friendship became more affectionate in those 'off the clock' moments.

Quick but firm hugs, slinging his arm over your shoulders, nudging each other with elbows or hips at inside jokes. He'd also been placing a hand on your back or shoulder every time he was in proximity to do so when moving behind you; in the kitchen, during briefings, even while you were grading papers in the library. He would touch your shoulder to let you know he was moving past you or going to sit next to you.

All that is to say you were aware - in theory - he was well built. He was taller and broader than you, so you made an educated guess. Theory proven, but well beyond expectations.

A month ago, you and Scott had stopped at a Texas Roadhouse an hour outside of the city after having spent two weeks clearing out a mutant experimentation lab in eastern Quebec. The plump and shine of the appetizer rolls (that you and Scott had both equally asked for seconds of) had absolutely nothing on Logan.

He damn near glistened. The dim light of the mansion sconces bronzed his skin, cutting him into an even more defined picture for you to look at. His chest expanded with each breath, shoulders and pecs slightly flexing in response. His hands lazed on his hips, if even possible causing the room's shadows to shade in the dips of his biceps and forearms. The veins of his arms just barely covered by the moisture-slicked hair covering his skin. If you had a fork and knife, you would throw them behind you to happily eat a piece of him with your hands.

You had to force yourself to swallow to shock your brain into looking anywhere else. You made an 'eaugh' sound and swiped your hands across your face. You meant it defensively, but you really were dripping into your eyes.

"I feel like I'm being waterboarded," you say disgustedly while wiping your palms on the back of your shorts. Feeling a texture that wasn't fabric, you turned your head. Glancing down, you understood Logan's earlier comment.

These shorts must have been from your freshman year of high school that somehow never got tossed or donated. They were a pair of (very) short, low-cut and dull pink velour Juicy Couture shorts with the word 'Juicy' spelled out in rhinestones on the ass. You actually felt like hurling as your body got even hotter.

You slowly turned your face away from the glittery stones on your booty to unfortunately glance in Scott's direction. His hands covering his mouth to block how obviously he was holding in a laugh.

"Scott, don't even look at me right now," you groan in exasperation, crossing your arms over yourself in attempted modesty. Scott's eyes glitter, and you snap "Keep your mouth shut" at him to no avail.

"Do your shorts say Juicy on your ass?" He snickers. "In rhinestones?"

He's cracking up now with his hands in fists over his mouth. Jean bites a smile away and looks down, shaking to stifle a giggle. You look across the room to the kids who are choking down laughter themselves.

"Oh my fucking God-uh!" you again groan out, covering your eyes. "I really liked Jersey Shore when I was in High School, guys, leave me alone!"

Storm bursts into a laugh that inspires the others to join in. You're cracking up too, mortification disappearing. You glance at Logan through your fingers, who surprisingly seems to be choking back a laugh himself.

"Storm, can't you make it snow or something to-", Logan clears his throat. "Save her from embarrassment?"

"Not how it works," She says. "I can't pull cold air or moisture out of this heat to create any snow." She looks at you and winks. "Sorry J-Wow, the shorts are staying on."

Scott about keels over with a snort before Jean thwaps him in the shoulder.

"If we bring you enough bags of ice, could you use that to cool the building down then?" Jean asks.

"In theory," Storm says. "I can stay here with the students to wait for the professor if you all don't mind searching for some. I'll need to conserve energy if I have to create a blizzard out of thin air."

"Copy. Divide and conquer," you say glancing at Logan again. The four of you turn to wander the mansion, but you stop to turn back to Storm.

"Also," you call back to her. "I'm so obviously Snooki."

Scott barks a laugh from the other corridor as you trot after Logan. He turns to meet you with a confused look on his face.

"What the fuck is a Snooki?"

---

Logan daydreamed about upper-cutting Scott with his claws unsheathed. He fantasized about throwing him down the stairs and curb-stomping him after. He imagined speeding over him on his own motorcycle and drilling him into the asphalt.

Right now, as your face flushed with embarrassment over your bedazzled booty shorts, he wished he had enacted any of those in reality so he had never, ever, heard Scott say a word about your ass.

Logan was used to waking up in a sweat, heart racing as he yelled out in anger (or fear, he couldn't tell which) from the nightmare that slipped from him the longer his eyes were open.

This time, he awoke uncomfortably hot and sprawled out diagonally above his sheets. He pushed himself up onto his knees and rubbed his eyes. He took a beat to wake himself up and stared at the clock on his nightstand blinking at 2:00 am.

He found it impossibly hotter in the hallway, swiping his palms on his pants every few steps. He regretted not scouring his room for shorts or even a pair of briefs. He moved down the stairs and rounded, following the sound of conversation. He dragged his sweaty palms across his pants again, groaning out; "Christ, it's fuckin' hot in here".

And then he almost tripped over his own feet.

You stood facing away from him, hands clasped on top of your head, in the tiniest clothing humanly possible. You wore a thin, strappy little yellow tank top that ghosted just under your ribs. In the dimmed lighting, your skin glistened, droplets of sweat gliding down your neck, your spine - fucking hell, was your sweat turning him on? - down your lower back, and -

Logan just about stopped in his tracks.

Impossibly tiny pink shorts clung to your ass, riding low on your hips. In glittering rhinestone, the word Juicy was bedazzled over the fabric. He felt like a dumb moth to a flame, trying to look like he wasn't seconds away from using his hands for some workplace misconduct.

"Nice shorts," he managed, trying to shake his head clear.

"Alright fashion police," you smirked up at him. "Didn't know you worked this late."

He winked at you, turning away to avoid staring at the beads sliding down your collar bone. Trying even harder to not imagine where the droplets would travel next.

Too focused on thinking about anything else in the world other than you, he blinked back into reality after Scott's voice grated his ears.

"Do your shorts say Juicy on your ass? In rhinestones?"

Whatever you or anyone else responds with falls on his deaf ears. The only thing he can hear is the pounding of his heart and the rush of blood. His face tightened and he clenched his jaw.

He coughed to clear his head and interject into whatever conversation he's too furious to tune in to.

"Storm, can't you make it snow or something to-", Logan paused, coughing again to catch himself from saying anything related to freezing Scott solid so he can shatter him to pieces. He settled on "Save her from embarrassment?"

Once again, Logan half-listened and half-internally plotted extreme violence, perking back in at the sound of your voice. He turned to you as you catch up with him.

"What the fuck is a Snooki?"

---

You declined to continue to explain trash TV to Logan. You settled on "It's entertaining to watch people be out of touch with reality", to which he quipped back a "That's stupid", effectively shutting you up.

The both of you wandered to the kitchen, you fanning yourself as Logan tried not to burst a blood vessel while holding to his willpower to not watch you tilt your head back and exhale while uttering whines of complaint. He decided the amount that his was sweating coupled with the lack of sleep made him delusional. That's why his brain kept trailing back to the same thought: you.

You pulled open the bottom drawer of the fridge, exposing the freezer. The rush of cool air fanned at your skin, and you signed in relief.

"Logan," you call, eyes closed. You waved him over and he leaned next to you.

"Oh my god," he quietly uttered out, eyes closing in relief. "Oh my god, this is better than sex."

You snorted and slapped your hand to your mouth.

"Logan, shut the fuck up" you giggle. He snickers back with you, shoulders shaking.

"Aw man," you groan, staring into the freezer drawer. Inside, there was an empty popsicle box, an half-eaten pint of strawberry ice cream, and an unwrapped ice-cream sandwich with freezer burn. You and Logan met each other's eyes with matching disappointed expressions.

You shut the freezer drawer, straightening up.

"I think there's a freezer in the basement lab," Logan says, sweat instantly beginning to drip down his neck.

"Aw man," you respond, lifting your arms slightly as sweat slides down you as well.

"Come on, bub," He moves around behind you. You feel the familiar ghost of his fingers against your back, but you recoil away at the thought of more heat against your body.

Logan yanked his hand away like he had been burned, gaze raking from you to his hand. You keep walking, not realizing how far behind you he's trailing.

---

He tries to shake it off, he really does. He feels stupid for letting something so small seep into his head and twist his thoughts around.

It's just because it's hot, he thinks to himself. Rationally, yes, he knows that is the answer. And yet he stupidly can't help but overthink every interaction he's had with you.

He masks it with a stony expression. The walk to the elevator is sticky and humid. When you both step in, he strays as far away from you as he can.

You've felt the shift in energy from him. He's pressed against the curved wall, arms crossed over his chest. It's palpable, but you aren't the type to pry when Logan is brooding.

He slips out of the opening doors first, relinquishing in the slightly cooler air of the lab. You trail after.

The air is awkward now. You fumble in your brain for the right words to say to him. 'Are you okay?' doesn't seem to cut it.

You've come to understand Logan. He has a complicated relationship with feelings and is awful at communication. If you don't notice the energy shift and bring it up, it isn't getting spoken about.

You follow him to a white metal crate pressed near a cabinet of saline. It's clasped shut and luckily on wheels. The precipitation on the outside confirming this is what you were looking for.

You place your hands on the corners of the crate to slide it from the wall, but Logan damn near rips it out of your hands. He shoves it across the lab towards the elevator.

You stare at him in shock and confusion. Your thoughts whir as you replay every moment from the entire day, convinced that he's pissed at you. He seems pissed. He's acting pissed.

You reach the elevator just as the door slides open. You're trying to decide if you should say something. Trying to think of a way to approach this in a way that will actually get him to talk. The air in the elevator is thick, more so with his shift in attitude than with heat.

Logan is locking himself inside his head. He can’t organize his thoughts and all he feels is stupidity. He can't understand why he's over analyzing, much less what he's over analyzing.

He doesn't know it's basically radiating off of him. Unaware that you've been staring at him to try and decipher what's wrong.

You utter out "Are you okay?" just to cut through the thick silence (and hopefully the wall he's locked himself in). You're sure he hears you, but the sliding of the door gives him the perfect opportunity to continue to ignore you.

Again, you trail after him. The wheels scrape against the hardwood, a testament to how hard he is pressing into the metal.

You're confused, sweaty, and almost on the verge of nonconsensual tears when you reach Storm and the other kids. The girl from the floor has turned into mostly puddle. Everything besides the tip of her shoulders and up are deflated to the wood. The other kids have spread to the floor themselves.

Logan shoves the crate towards Storm.

"Alright," he says curtly, once again crossing his arms. "Cool this shit down."

You fiddle with your fingers as Storm unlatches the metal. Her eyes gloss over to a milky white while she lifts the lid. The temperature drops almost instantly, and you begin to shiver.

"Done," She says, blinking away the glaze. "Charles said that-"

"Great," Logan cuts her off with a slam of the metal lid. He slides it around before moving back towards the elevator. You glance back and forth between Storm and Logan for a second. When you meet her confused expression, she gestures back towards him.

Ignoring the comfort of your sheets and lack of emotional drainage, you jog after Logan.

---

He huffs at you when you reach his side.

"I can push a metal box by myself," he says dismissively.

"Okay," you say, just to get something in the air. "Am I not allowed to come with you?"

You regret even speaking anyways as he scoffs at you, kicking the crate into the opening of the sliding door. It hits the wall with a loud clang. You flinch, but you're more concerned about him to not slip into the door at the last second.

You hug yourself as you start to shiver. Logan rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and turns away from you to lean against the wall. For the third time tonight.

You are racking your brain. Screaming at yourself to say something, literally any words at all. It feels like you've been panic-searching your thoughts for anything to say for a while.

"Are we not moving?" You ask. You wait for an answer before repeating, calling him by name and moving to stand in front of him.

He huffs before standing straight. After a beat, he says "We're not."

"Shit, how should we -" You start, but are cut of by the metallic unsheathing of Logan's Claws. In a blur he rears back and slices through the door, scraping three parallel lines across the metal.

"Jesus Christ, Logan!" You snap out at him. The glare he gives you while his claws sink into his skin makes you back up into the wall.

"What the hell is your problem?" you say evenly.

He scoffs at you, muttering out "Don't know what you're talking about."

"You just sliced the wall open," You point out, gesturing to said wall. "And you're acting like you're pissed at me"

"You're imagining things," he says back, resuming his position against the wall with his arms folded.

"Oh, that's bullshit. You're literally sulking in the corner and you want to tell me that isn't happening."

Logan stays silent. You almost expect him to turn into the wall so he can pretend to not see you.

"Logan," you say, trying to catch his eyes. "Why can't you be upfront with me? It's very easy to say 'Hey, you pissed me off because of this' or 'Oh, something sparked a bad memory' or, I don't know, 'I don't want to talk about it' "

"I don't want to talk about it," he responds. You smack the back of your head into the wall behind you in exasperation.

"Oh my god, obviously that was just an example. Please just tell me what's wrong."

Logan raises his eyes to meet yours for just a second. You catch his gaze, and you can tell that he wants to tell you. When you quietly say his name he looks away.

"Logan, you’re being mean." Your eyes flick over him, trying to catch any more indication that he'll open up. He stays stoick, stubborn piece of shit. You decide to wait just a moment longer before giving up. If he's going to be this adamant about whatever happened, you aren't about to keep fighting him on it.

"Okay, you’re pissing me off and I give up" You spit, sinking to the floor. You draw your legs up and fold into yourself, the chill of the room sinking into your skin.

It takes a long, awkward amount of time sitting in silence before you her Logan speak.

"You're cold," he states.

"No, I'm not," you say into your arms. Shivering.

"You look cold," he once again states plainly.

"I'm not, stop talking to me."

"I thought you wanted me to talk," Logan retorts at you. You look up at him over your arms, seeing a smug look on his face.

"Yeah, if the words you say are 'Hey, I'm sorry I'm being a dickhead and shoving stuff around and slicing into walls and ignoring you. I'm just thinking about X,Y and Z, which is making me feel X,Y and Z,' and then I would say 'Oh my gosh Logan, I had no idea! I'm so sorry, I wish you told me so I didn't make a big deal out of it because I thought you hated me!" You snap at him, mocking his voice for emphasis.

He blinks at you, and you move your head back into your arms.

"I don't hate you," he says quietly.

"You're acting like it."

"I don't."

The softness in his voice makes you sigh. You decide to take it easy on him, and ask him to come to you.

"What?" he asks, hesitation evident in his tone.

"Can you come sit next to me, please?" You ask softly.

"Why?" he asks, and you roll your eyes.

"Because I'm cold and you run much warmer than I do."

He moves and sinks down beside you, thankfully. You scooch closer until your arm is against his. The warmth of his body radiates against yours.

"Can you please talk to me?" you break the silence. The smallness in your voice chips away at his resolve, but his pride is still in the way. He's embarrassed enough about being upset in the first place, he can hardly stand (much less find the words) to say anything to you.

"Look, I'll literally cover my eyes so I'm not even looking at you," you offer, covering your eyes with your palms. "Please, just tell me."

"It's stupid," Logan says, pride dwindling down.

"I don't care, I promise. Please, Logan," You plead.

He sighs loudly, searching for the right words. He stutters out a few syllables before managing a sentence.

"In the kitchen earlier, you flinched away from me. I don't know. Didn't feel great."

Your hands dropped from your face. He was staring down at the floor. He looked embarrassed, maybe downright ashamed. You gently placed a hand on his arm.

"Logan, I'm sorry. It was just so hot and I felt all gross and sweaty. I didn't mean anything by it, I swear."

"Okay," he says, but his eyes never left the floor.

"And that's not stupid. I freak out over the tiniest things in the world."

"Yeah?" he huffs out a small laugh, finally turning to you.

"Yes, duh, I'm a girl. One time you didn't sit in the stool right next to me and I had to suck my tears back in and I thought about it for two days straight," you told him.

"Because I didn't sit next to you?" he teases, and you push off of his arm in mock annoyance.

"Yes, I'm not kidding. I remember once when you came back from a mission you ignored me when I said 'hi' to you on the stairs and locked yourself in your room for almost two days. I was genuinely convinced you wanted me dead and I couldn't function until you'd brought me toast because you thought I was sick."

"You weren't sick?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"No! I thought you wanted me to jump into oncoming traffic!" You laugh at yourself, feeling ridiculous after replaying those few days back in your head.

"Okay, okay, I get what you mean. I don't want you dead, by the way. Never will." His face has relaxed and the tension in the air completely dissipated. You tilted to rest your head on his shoulder, relishing in his body heat and enjoying the comfortable silence.

"Seems like I get you pretty worked up, huh?" Logan smiles to himself, knowing he'll get a rise out of you.

"I'm not answering that," you snort, giving him a side eye.

"Are you kidding me?" He says in a deadpan.

"No! I'm not answering that," you sputter, forcing an even tone out of yourself. "Why'd you get so upset about me moving away from you?" You shoot back.

"I'm not answering that," he says, and you now shove him away jokingly.

"Oh, come on!"

You both start to giggle at each other, needing to look at anywhere except at the other. Weight has been lifted off both of your chests, being stuck in the elevator long forgotten.

"So," Logan speaks, letting the word hang in the air for a second. He wonders if the feelings he's completely sure are mutual should remain unspoken. "Are either of us gonna do anything about," he gestures to the both of you. "Or..."

"Oh man, I was wondering which one of us was going to take the bait first," you giggle out to mask the nervousness settling in your chest. "You almost had me, I never figured you'd say anything."

"Did I?" He asks. You turn to him and meet his gaze, smirking at him. You hum happily after a few seconds, turning away from him to lean on his arm once more.

"So," Logan says again, so you mock him and echo the word back.

"So," he tries again, obviously wanting a certain response from you. You bite, looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Oh my god, you can just kiss me. I'm cold, I'm not moving my arms," you say to him, earning a short laugh from him.

Logan moves and scoops you into him, sandwiching your arms between both your bodies. You slide one of your hands up him so that your fingertips reach his collarbone. His nose is just touching yours, and he tilts, barely touching your lips.

"So," he whispers against you. You snort and shove his face away with your free hand.

"Okay, nevermind! Get away from me!" You giggle, Logan following suit.

You feel Logan's hand move to the back of your neck, and you blink at him a few times with a small smile. Finally, he leans down to kiss you. You snake your free hand up to the side of his neck and grasp onto a few tufts of his soft hair. He leans into your touch slightly, so your curl your fingers in response.

One of his arms releases you to brace the floor for support, the other moving to hold you tighter. His fingers splayed across your shoulder blade as you slip your other arm out. You slide your hand up the side of his abdomen, almost moaning when the feeling of his back muscles reach your fingers.

You both pull away for a second to breathe before diving back into each other. Logan pulls you towards him, hand that was on the floor now sliding down your side to squeeze at the flesh of your hips.

He pulls back from you and presses and open mouthed kiss just under your ear. You crane your head back in response while feeling your way up the front of his body. Your fingers dip over the curves of his abs and over his chest, and then slide over his shoulder and down his arms. You think about the glisten of his body earlier in the night, the shadows of his muscular biceps and forearms.

"You and these damn shorts," he groans between the kisses he's now leaving on your collar. You let out a breathy laugh.

"I'll take them off later, they don't even fit," you say, pulling his face up so you can kiss him again.

"I hope you'll let me help," he says into your open mouth, causing you to squeeze your thighs together as you heat up.

The shrieking sound of metal against metal surrounds you both, and you shove Logan off you to scramble to your feet. He moves besides you, claws unsheathed on instinct.

The door of the elevator slowly slides open, coming to a halt while it's halfway open. Charles and Jean were waiting from the outside.

"There you both are," Jean huffs out. "You've been gone for about an hour."

"What time is it?" Logan asks, moving out into the mansion floor and sinking his claws back into his knuckles. You follow behind, the chill coming back to your skin.

"About 4:30 in the morning," Charles replies, gliding away from the opening of the metal door. "I suggest you all get some sleep while it's still early." He looks pointedly at you and Logan before rolling to face Jean.

"Agreed. Goodnight you two," Jean says, moving down the hallway to her room.

You and Logan make your way up the stairs, still buzzing. You stop at his door while he opens it. He turns to face you. Once again, you're back to staring at each other hoping you both can understand what the other is thinking.

"Well, good night Logan," You sigh. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"You're not coming in?" He says while leaning against the door frame.

"Oh," you begin, a smile nervously making its way to your face. "Well ... I ..."

"I gotta help you with those shorts, remember?"

You can't help the soft laugh that leaves your mouth. You move towards him and step just into the doorway.

"I'll take all the help I can get," You say up at him. He takes the opportunity to wrap you in his arm and move you both through the door.

He turns you both, pressing your back against the wall next to the doorway, shutting the door as he molds his lips into yours. His hand slides under your flimsy yellow tank top as you hear the click of the door lock.

More than likely, neither of you were getting much sleep tonight.

[callmemickey]

Cumming Home for Christmas

synopsis: Simon surprised you by being home 3 weeks early, which means you get to take him to your family’s Christmas get together! Unfortunately, Simon hasn’t had his fill of you… How thin do you think the walls are in the bathroom?

content: Afab, porn w a plot, smut (dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, quickie, slightly public? maybe other stuff idk) fluff fluff fluff kind of angst if you squint real hard he just loves you sm my sweet Angel babey reader muah love u 2

word count: 3.7k

notes: Don’t ask me why I chose Christmas this is purely self-indulgent. Also, he’s a brunette going off of the comics, so I’m running with that thx!

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Warm Christmas lights, sparkling ciders and the expensive alcohol, the soft hum of cozy Christmas jazz on the speakers, family buzzing and soaking in each other’s presence - there was nothing else you could ask for. In this massive sea of black and red formal attire, your family, both close and extended, came together for an amazing holiday party at your grandparents’ estate.

Simon, who surprised you by coming home over three weeks early, has accompanied you as your plus one to the family’s holiday party. It made the event even better. Your family adored Simon to bits and pieces, constantly embarrassing you in front of him, begging to know when he wanted to start a family with you, your aunts drinking too much and asking him to take off his coat and flex. He dealt with the melting pot of clashing personalities better than you had ever imagined.

Simon expertly handled the socializing carefully and precisely. He preferred to be an observer in these bigger settings rather than to speak. He gave simple answers that were concise one liners, saving his social battery. So, to make up for it, he would escape to assist anybody needing aid. When dinner was ready, he assisted in the kitchen, making sure that everybody had their meals first, and was later caught cleaning the kitchen (much to your displeasure). He also helped light your grandfather’s cigar outside. The Parkinson’s has been making it difficult for him to light them on his own, and Simon even listened to an old war story.

It was unbelievable how much you loved this man.

Now, nieces and nephews weaved between adults and furniture, the fireplace burned hot and strong, people laughed and yelled happily over the gentle music, and the scent of baking pies and pastries wafted and filled the air. Your lovely military fiancé, overworked and tired on his break, did so well to deal with this. Of course, Simon, being an incredibly selfless person willing to compromise in any situation or scenario just to make you happy, said that it was alright when you invited him. “Nothing would make me happier,” he had said in a low, roughened voice - which was right before he buried his face between your legs.

But I digress.

Simon stood next to you as your uncle told you both in absolute monotony about his recent trip to Italy, “So beautiful. Your aunt Amelia and I want to get a vacation home there.” He finished, and you nodded awkwardly. “Sounds like you and aunt Millie had a great time, uncle Mike.” Your tone was dry while Simon nodded and hummed in response. He just wasn’t… very present.

Simon had his attention and focus set on pretty high at the beginning of the night, but he was able to relax a little bit since then, to let himself just be in the moment - or so the psychiatrist says he should. He was actively paying attention to the conversation, yes that is true, but the hand holding your waist began to… wander, a little bit. Slowly at first, but much faster now. With a hand that started on your shoulder in the beginning of the night, bit by bit lowered down your back, smoothing above the top of your ass and to your hip. Fingers pressing deep into the black velvet of your dress, Simon tried to keep you caged next to him. That didn’t matter though, because you would have done little to resist him.

You two shared a quick glance. His dark brown eyes were slightly glossed, his gaze a salaciousness that he always brings home. Ooh, it made you want to rub your thighs together just to feel something. You nodded again to your uncle Mike when he brought up something else that was equally boring. Simon, having a better idea and use for his time, suddenly seemed to have remembered something, “Apologies, Mike, but Y/N and I have to make an important phone call.” You looked up at him.

That brief look in his eye was so, so hungry. The greed brewed like a dark storm. You felt a hot chill race down your spine, your core began to burn. You acted as if you remembered the same ‘something’ as well. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we almost forgot!” You gasped in a low voice. His fingers squeezed your hip, making your chest slowly fall into shallow breaths as you could imagine him purring in your ear.

Good girl.

You two waved him off as you turned to leave the kitchen. Simon took the wine glass from your hand and placed it on the countertops as you two walked through the doorway. His hand pressed on your lower back, guiding you into the dark hallway. The armoire in the middle lit with warm candles that smelled of cinnamon and spiced apples, casting shadows that bounced and flickered across the walls. It helped light your way to the restroom, but it also kept you two enveloped in shadows to help hide whatever sins you were going to commit. Simon, without a word, opened the bathroom, and with nobody inside, he sweeped you in, locking the door behind you two.

The bathroom had warm string lights strung across the crown molding, and a window with fake candles sat high on the wall. The room was a little loud with the echoes, so you smacked the switch on the wall to turn the fan on, hoping to mask whatever sounds were going to flood the room.

Not even a second, in such a calculated move, Simon plucked his mask off and had your lips locked with his as he hoisted you onto the sink counter. All you could do in that flurry of movement was gasp, his hands gingerly holding your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing as you felt a hardened tent in his trousers press eagerly against your clothed cunt.

You ran your hands through his dark brown hair, a moan running from you into him as his hands gave your ass a harsh squeeze. He ground his hips into you, pulling a whimper from you as he pressed roughly against your thrumming clit. Simon broke from your mouth, kissing your neck as his fingers pushed up into your dress, grabbing your panties.

“Quiet - or they’ll hear us,” he whispered against your flesh. You panted with a nod as he slipped your panties off, tossing them onto the floor along with his jacket. Simon quickly unbuttoned his white sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his heavily veined forearms, his one arm tattooed with black. He expertly undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, his hardened cock springing free.

He kept kissing your neck, lightly sucking to tease but not enough to hickey or bruise. His fingers dipped into your embarrassingly wet sex, rubbing at your clit and folds before pushing two fingers into you. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, so wet already.” His voice was a growl against your neck, slowly pumping them, his fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot inside.

It caused you to mewl. Simon’s one hand jumped to cup your mouth shut, making you gasp. The movement threw you off balance, your upper back falling back to press against the mirror while grabbing onto his wrist for support. He continued to finger you and hold your mouth closed, your whimpers mumbled in his hand.

Just as quick as you just started grinding your hips, he pulled his fingers away. A disappointed moan left broken up between your mouth and his palm. Simon grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, lubricating it with your juices before rubbing against your clit. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your hip.

You whimpered, “Oh my god, Simon.” Your hips wriggled and bucked against the dizzying sensation. He chuckled, slowly pressing his cock into your hot, wet cunt. The familiar stretch made you hum in need. “You’re gonna tease me? On Christmas?” You whined, your legs once again wrapped around his hips, urging him to sink into you.

“Ahh, have you been a good girl, though?” He asked in a low rumble, his other hand grabbing the other hip, his prepared stance making your hole clench around his member. He had a half-lidded stare, swirling with a level of lust you couldn’t really see the end of - bottomless and ravenous. Simon towered over you.

“I’m always a good girl for you, Simon,” You cooed.

He slowly pushed in, making you inhale sharply as you stretched so wide to allow him to fit. You held your breath as he pushed his cock through. “I’m just teasing, love - I know you’ll always be my good girl,” he said with warmth in his voice.

His tip kissed your cervix as he nestled fully, deeply, completely. Your head rolled back on the mirror as a satisfied sigh escaped you, but Simon’s grip on your hips tightened intensely. You gasped as he began a fast pace, his hips slapping loudly against your thighs and echoing in the bathroom. It was almost too much. It gave you little time to prepare for his entering, but you settled nicely around him after a few more thrusts.

Simon wasn’t normally this fast. He loved to hit with hard strokes, but nothing typically of this pace. Fortunately, you weren’t one to complain. It was so goddamn good. You hate it when your fiancé is away, not knowing where he was for most of the time, but when he’s gone for so long and comes back? Fuck. It’s criminal how good the sex is. His impatience made it impeccable.

But you were desperate. You wanted to cry and moan and yell, to beg and pray for him to bring you to a higher plane of pleasure. Oh, God, you would do anything for it, anything for him. You grasped at his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving stinging crescent moon shaped imprints in their path. He groaned lightly at your sharp grip, a soft chuckle coming from him. “Oh, you like this?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep anything but your gasps, pants, and squeaks from escaping.

“Touch yourself,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but it was a demand.

With one hand still on Simon’s arm, the other moved to your clit, and you began to rub in quick circles. Simon watched your face twist and change: your mouth hanging open as you panted, but occasionally closed to bite your lip so to stop yourself from moaning; eyes half-lidded, barely open, glazed, and painfully horny; back bowing and arching, your toes curling, body just at a loss at what it can handle. This was Simon’s favorite view in the world. It’s what he came home for. It’s what he fought for.

A moan tumbled from your mouth as you held on for dear life. “S-Simon!” You whined his name, the heat inside of you burning red hot, uncontrolled, and rampant.

“S’alright love,” his voice was soft, “you gonna cum?”

You nodded quickly, the fingers on your clit stuttering as you found your release fast approaching, his almost brutal pace not slowing in the slightest. “I’m gonna c- ah- cum, Simon!” You struggled not to say too loud. “Don't stop!”

“Come on, Y/N,” he ushered, “cum for me.” Simon knew how to drive you over the edge. His hand reached out, firmly but gently cupping over your mouth to keep your head in place - and to push back your lascivious sounds.

A moan found itself trapped, lodged in your throat as you fought with your whole might not to yell and cry out. Your orgasm ripped through and crashed over you like a tsunami. He had unraveled you.

Your back arched, and you couldn’t roll your head back. Your lashes flickered as you struggled to keep your eyes from crossing or rolling back to look at Simon while you came. The fingers you had on your clit stopped moving as you were paralyzed, but the grip you had on his forearm stayed strong, “Ahhh, fuckin’ look at you. That’s a good girl, cummin’ nice and pretty on my cock. You like that, yeah?” He groaned, hips putting in more power to drill into your tightened pussy, tears pricking at your eyes as the orgasm left your legs shaking around him.

Simon retracted his hand, grabbing back at your hip. You let out a quick, small cry as your free hand held back onto his forearm. “Y’alright, love?” He grunted, and you nodded furiously before he could stop, but he started slowing down. You didn’t want him too. “Need- I need you,” you gasped, “don’t stop, Simon.” You whimpered.

Oh, to be buried deep inside your pussy was all he could have ever hoped for upon coming home. Y/N, ever so kind and giving. Simon tightened his hands around your hips again and began the brutal pace as you struggled to keep silent.

That’s when you felt your body heating up again. Your sex thrummed with the building pleasure and excitement once more, causing you to moan while you held onto his wrists. A light sheen of sweat sat on your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your flesh.

Simon moaned softly with a smirk, your fucked out expression and legs lazily clinging onto his hips was such an amazing sight. The snapping of him against you had beat your pussy red, leaving it angrily aroused. “You gonna cum again? Yeah? Ahhh, thas my needy girl.” Desperate, tiny grunts popped out of you with each thrust, your pussy swallowing Simon deeply.

“Si-Simon! Gonna- c-cum!” You gasped out with each pump. 

Your orgasm hit like a rapid flash of heat and pleasure. A squeal escaped you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back, legs around Simon’s waist tightened, your whole body trembled from his unrelenting pace. Your face was flushed red, eyes completely glazed and lost as your hair stuck to your face.

“Ah, f-fuck, so fuckin’ tight. So good - my girl is so good, God, cummin’ on my cock, just like that.” He growled, his hips slowly beginning to fall off rhythm while his orgasm began to creep up on him.

You moaned and begged, “Ah, Simon, nngh, I-I can’t- please cum!”

“Don’t you worry, g-gonna cum inside this pretty pussy,” Simon groaned, “gonna fill you up, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as your body screamed in overstimulation. “Please, I- ah! Too much, ah, you’re too much, Simon!” You cried out, your ever tightening cunt being stretched open, begging for his release.

“Y/N- Y/N, fuck!” He hissed as his hips slammed against you, tightly holding his cock against your cervix as if he was threatened to be ripped away. He groaned, emptying himself into you completely, his cock jerking and flexing harshly, making the veins on his shaft more pronounced. You whimpered, your cunt tensing around him as you felt hot waves shooting inside of you. He stayed for a moment while panting, his thighs shaking slightly, relishing in the feeling as oxytocin and dopamine flooded his brain. Simon pulled out, a throaty groan leaving you at the sudden emptiness, your legs letting go of him.

“Well… let’s hope nobody heard that.” Simon said in a low voice, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt and grabbing your panties for you. You slid off of the sink and inhaled sharply as your knees buckled. He immediately latched onto your arms, making sure you wouldn’t fall. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, y’alright?” He asked, slowly loosening his grip to make sure you were okay on your own.

“My legs, Simon. Jesus Christian Christ - I can’t stand.” You huffed, leaning against the sink, glowering at him as you took your panties from his hand, embarrassed.

He unrolled his sleeves, buttoning them. “You’re really gonna talk like that? On Jesus’ birthday?” He looked at you as he grabbed his jacket, shaking his head. “What would your nan say, hmm?” He feigned sincerity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swung the jacket on.

“Well, the jokes on you because Christmas isn’t even Jesus’ birthday.” You snapped back at him, slowly sliding your underwear on as your knees shook like a newborn giraffe. He tutted in disapproval as he moved up to you.

Simon’s body was close, his body radiating warmth. He wasn’t one for a lot of physical affection, which was alright, so when he took the time to be attentive to you… you always melted against him immediately. His finger lightly hooked under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Your body subconsciously gravitated towards him, like a moth seeing the moon for the very first time.

He leaned down, lips brushing so close to yours, your eyes still connected . “Fuck what day it really is - I just know I’m home.” Simon pushed in for a deep kiss, brimming with emotions, the kinds he couldn’t really say. As he pulled away, he couldn’t help but admire you.

The golden candlelight fluttered across his face. His tired but warm eyes studied you, as if seeing you for the first time, memorizing and mapping every freckle, wrinkle, and spot, because he’s scared that the moment he looks away, he’ll forget. He took in your flushed, messy appearance as if God himself sent down a heavenly body to give him a reason not just to fight, but to live; an angel on its mission as a guide, and he would willingly martyr himself on the ground at your feet if it meant he could just hear you say his name. Once.

Simon wanted to say these things, but he wouldn’t. He might never. But that’s alright, too. Not everyone is meant to love so boldly.

You cocked an eyebrow as he stared at you so intensely. “You okay there, Lieutenant?” You asked, a small smile on your lips.

He realized that, yes, it was alright that he didn’t say those things. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to - you just knew. Everyday he thought about how he didn’t deserve you. You, ever so loyal and strong. You’ve given him a purpose, motive, after all of these years - alone.

He often wondered what he had done to deserve having someone like you in his life. Someone who loved and cultivated, with hands of soft mercy, so tender and kind. A voice of validation, honesty, reason, all stemming from your unconditional love. If he had met you years ago, before the therapy and psychiatry helped, he would’ve let your fingers prick and bleed as you grasped at his thorns while he plucked you of your petals, leaving you broken and bare.

He didn’t deserve you.

Simon returned the smile, his voice soft, “Never better.” His hands moved to hold your waist as you two shared a few more kisses. “You know I like it when you call me that,” he hummed in between the lip locking.

You moaned gently and teasingly bit his bottom lip, your hands pressing against and gliding up his shirt. You kissed his jawline and sighed, “Is that so, Lieutenant Riley?”

He squeezed your waist in a warning. “Careful, love, we don’t have time for round two. Save it for tonight.” Your pussy purred just as Simon pulled away, picking up the mask from the sink and putting it back on in an attempt to obscure his identity.

You hummed, legs still a little shaken. “Well, I might need a minute to get my feet under me. You… okay with managing my family alone?” You asked hesitantly, eyes slightly squinting as if to flinch. He studied you for a moment, eyes glancing you up and down. It made you a little self-conscious, causing you to shift.

“Of course, Y/N,” his tone was reassuring, and subtly professional, “you sure you want me to leave you? Just say the word, love.”

Your body relaxed a little, and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

Simon faltered, if for a moment, before he gave you a soft squeeze on the arm, and left. You sighed, turning to lean onto the counter and fix your hair in the mirror. Your legs really were shaking, much to your surprise. Yes, yes, Simon makes you shake plenty, but he doesn’t always fuck that hard, if rarely. You couldn’t be more embarrassed. Sending your fiancé, who is not the biggest people-person, back to the wolves, but it’d be more embarrassing if you walked out there in your current state.

You fixed your dress and made sure you were able to stand properly again after a few minutes. Making sure your hair, makeup, and dress were all still together, you left the bathroom with caution. You quietly snuck down the hallway, back against the wall. You got to the doorway and peeked around the corner to peer into the party.

You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom for as the crowd surprisingly died down. Family members left for home, hotels, or whatever bedrooms your grandparents had available, so the end-of-the-night afterparty was intimate and calm. You inched into the room, eyes falling on Simon, who was outside with your grandfather, lighter in his hand.

You smiled gingerly as your mother called you over. “Sweetie, everybody loves Simon. I know he isn’t much of a talker, or a hugger, but he made a great impression.” Her voice was filled with warmth and happiness, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “He also listens to your grandfather’s stories, bless his heart.” She cooed. Your mother continued to speak, but her voice drowned out as you watched your future husband.

Simon stood at ease, with his hands held together and relaxed behind him as your grandfather engaged him in a story, puffing his cigar shakily as his hands trembled while he was animated. It was so calm and serene, watching him nod, the ghost of his jawline moving beneath the mask as he spoke. Your heart fluttered as Simon’s eyes flicked over and locked onto you, giving a little wink before turning his attention back to the present conversation.

Okay, you’re definitely sitting on his face tonight.

[beiibeiii]

I love the idea of dom girls turning into absolute losers just for you. Like, Acheron after a long killing spree comes home and you're wearing nothing but a frilly apron as Acheron turns into a pile of mush. Arlecchino angrily commanding her subordinates before you come in and kiss her on the cheek and then she becomes a stuttering mess. Would also say something about the ptn girls but I'm new to the fandom so...

But yeah, hot girls who could break your back just becoming absolute messes under you is super hot.

OMG ME TOO THATS SO CUTE? AKSKDK SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER

acheron comes home drenched in blood, dripping it all over the floors of your cosy home. of course she feels bad for making a mess in your house, especially after promising to come home early. you were in nothing but your pretty frilly apron. that harsh look in her eyes immediately melted when she saw you. your lips frowning as your rubbing a towel on her face, wiping the blood off her face for her. you ask whether shes okay and if she's hurt. she cant help but blush at the fact that she has a pretty, caring girlfriend to come home to. your words went through one ear and out the other. she was too busy staring at your beautiful, worried face. just nodding at everything you say without realising it, like a cute little puppy.

so you had lightly tugged on her sleeve, leading her towards the bathroom. she allowed you to take her wherever you wanted to. if it were anyone else she would of cut them into pieces already. you ran a hot, warm bath for her. there were bath bubbles, beautiful rose petals and soft, calming music in the background. she just stood there admiring her hard working girlfriend. if she had a tail you could see it wagging like crazy right now. you help her out of her dirty clothes as she gets in the bath. its warm and theres a light smile on her face. your about to leave to wash her clothes before she lightly grabs your wrist. her puppy eyes looking up to you, feeling a little shy as she speaks.

"can you.. bath with me please? i want you to stay."

it wasnt long before you got rid of your frilly little apron. dipping into the bath with her.

you were washing her hair for her. your soft hands massaging her scalp so perfectly. her eyes closed with a stupid little smile on her face. she was just a silly, clingy puppy. nobody would of expected her to of just finished a violent killing spree if they saw the state she was in right now. she was so obedient and cute for her only love..

arlecchino was infamous for her merciless way of handling things. that cold, angry look on her face never seen faltering. some unfortunate fatui agents had fucked up their mission. the knave angrily shouting at their faces. her harsh words and tone could be heard from a few rooms down. loud bangs and crashes of furniture were being hit in anger. the small group of the fatui were absolutely shaking, trying to hold back tears as they begged for mercy.

no one had seen the 4th harbinger have an ounce of sympathy for anyone. the shouts from the stoic harbinger stopped. there was a long, painful silence. arlecchino allowing the fatui agents to reflect on their actions. her deadly gaze piercing into them any harder than a knife ever could. arlecchino sighs in aggravation before she's cut off by the door opening. her head shoots towards the door. her face conveying more anger.

"who dares to interrupt-"

she instantly shuts up. her breath getting caught in her throat as you walk in with a wide smile. arlecchinos eyes widen ever so lightly. completely gobsmacked by your sudden appearance. shes gritting her teeth, trying her very best to pretend your presence didnt affect her at all. feeling almost a little guilty for shouting at her precious girl.

"arlecchino!!"

you walk up to her with your stupid, adorable smile. kissing her on the face, oblivious as to what she was doing moments ago. your soft lips on her cheeks makes her feel so warm.. her lips trembled slightly. shes trying to put up her act of harshness, but the poor girl just can't. :(

the fatui agents were confused, seeing their merciless leader so.. submissive for someone.. they do their best not to question and keep their heads down. she immediately clears her throat, staring at the agents in the office.

"leave my office immediately..!"

she stammers out ever so slightly. commanding her useless agents to leave. they leave immediately just as she asked. not questioning or glancing at her in shame and fear. the second she hears the door click, her stoic act completely melted. she lets out a sigh she didnt know she was holding in. she holds your waist so tenderly. pulling you in closer to her, hiding her face into your shoulder.

"what did i say about knocking first dear..?"

she says softly, in an completely different tone as earlier.

"sorry! i wanted to see you!"

you apologise, patting her back a little to show her you meant it. she cant help but smile, burying her head into your shoulder more. shes a blushing mess right now and you know it. she would never act so.. vulnerable in front of anybody else. her dangerous, yet soft hands gently squeeze your waist.

"what an handful.."

for ptn i'd feel like rahu would fit so well for this. poor little puppy girl cant hold in her small smile as you hold her hand. rambling to her while shes on duty. shes blushing over the smallest things and she doesnt like being seen in public like that :(

maybe even iron or ninety-nine would fit too

[papaya-twinks]

red hot chilli 🌶️ - l.n - part 3

Warnings: brief mention of smut, swearing, obsession

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

other parts

A/N - the golf pictures of Lando sent me genuinely feral so I’m making up another one for this 

And so, when Lando saw you yet again in the pit lane in Miami, he was more than happy. Yet again, you were in the Ferrari garage, with Alex and Rebecca by your side once again. 

“You know,” you said, standing between each of the girls as you watched the grid line up for the sprint qualifying, “some guy, I think his name was Luka, he messaged me the other day,”. Alex raised a brow at the words, gesturing for you to show her. 

“Have you seen him before? Like what he looks like?” Rebecca  asked as the cars came found the weaving straight. “…No,” you said, a bit surprised you hadn’t thought of actually ask your new friend. You and who you thought was Luka had been talking for ages, yet you never did think to ask. 

“Seriously? He could be some 60 year old pervert,” Alex said, raising a brow as she looked at you in confusion. “No, he’s not,” you said, shaking your head, feeling a little protective all of a sudden. “But Y/N-,” Rebecca started. “He’s not a pedo!” you interjected, a little frustrated as you watched the cars roll into their slots. 

Rebecca and Alex shared a look but said nothing more as you put your phone back down, watching as the lights started. “Oh my god,” you gasped as a car spun round, a bright orange car. The same one as, presumably, the same one you had seen in Australia. 

That was shitty.

You didn’t watch the rest of the spring, not all too concerned, as you busied yourself in the corner of your room, taking your phone out and typing a message to ‘Luka’.

Y/N: heyyyyy, how are you?

Lando pause mid-way through his conversation with his engineer upon hearing his phone ding, and he took the de ice into his hands, eyes lighting up as he saw your name across the screen. “Wait,” he mumbled absentmindedly to the hro of engineers, going to the bathroom. 

They’d all caught onto Lando!s weird behaviour whenever his phone would ring and he’d always stare at the message from whoever with such glee. They’d never asked, though, purely to respect his privacy, but it was a little worrying.  Seriously, who was he talking to?

Luka: heyyy, I was watching the F1 

Y/N: me too!

Luka: did you see how Norris went out?

Y/N: yeah, I saw it live, it was rlly unfortunate 

Luka: live?! you’re lucky :)

Of course, Lando did know you’d seen it live. He’d watched you walk down the pit lane in your cute, pretty little dress, the way your hips swayed. God, everything about you was damn hypnotising. Even the way he watched you sip your cup of coffee you had. 

It made him think things, things he no doubt should not be thinking. Yet everything about you was enchanting, almost pulling him towards you like some magnetic force. From small things, to the way your lashes fluttered when the wind blew a little harder, to the way you sipped you walked. 

Y/N: tyyy! You like F1?

Luka: I do, yeah, I love F1! Who’s your favourite driver? 

Y/N: I’d say…maybe Carlos or something 

Obviously you liked Carlos, he was your brother after all. But how was he to ask if you liked him without directly saying that he was the person? That he was Lando Norris?

Luka: Nice, my fave driver is Lando Norris 

Y/N: he’s the McLaren one, right? 

Luka: yeah, ya know him? 

Y/N: I know OF him, haha 

Luka: yeah…he’d be lucky if you spoke to him in real life :) 

Shit, was that too forward? And Lando didn’t even get the chance to check your reply, til he heard a knock on his door, followed by the voice of one of his engineers. “Hey Lando?” the engineer said, opening the door as Lando put his phone down immediately, “you have media,”. 

Lando sighed, nodding as he turned to follow him into the pit lane and to the TV pen. He’d been having an okay time getting on with it, managing to put the whole situation behind him - only to now have media work. That would be shit.

You frowned as you stared at the screen, blinking a few times as you watched Luka go offline. Oh, maybe he had something to do. You put it past you, putting your phone back into your purse and watching the rest of the race, as you stood in the corner. 

“Y/N,” Carlos said with his usual smile, walking into the garage as he nodded for you to come and follow him, “I’m gonna go to some golf course a few miles away. Wanna come? It’s just me and Lando,” he said, his accent thick and Spanish. “We can get out this place,” he said, grimacing a little at the slightly loud atmosphere. 

You ended up agreeing, still have some stress to do with your studying playing at the back of your mind. After all, you could never just…completely rid yourself so stress. If you could, the world would be perfectly…perfect.

You had changed from your other outfit into a new one, a white top and a small tennis skirt, your hair tied back in a braid. You and Carlos arrived at the course, watching a man, with tousled brunette curls, swung his arm, muscles flexing. 

Lando. 

His hair was hanging in messy curls across his forehead, a single one a little out of place hanging low as his biceps flexed beneath his black vest and shorts. Christ. “Hey man,” Carlos said to Lando, snapping you out of your thoughts as Lando tried not to meek his double take obvious. 

“I believe you had a run in with each other in Australia,” Carlos smiled, stepping back so you could shake Lando’s hand. “I guess, yeah,” you said, a smile on your face as Lando nodded silently, leading you to the golf buggy a few metres away. 

“So,” he said, attempting to start conversation as you sat down in the back, Carlos next to Lando as he drove. “You, uh, you gonna play?”. You shook your head in response to Lando, adjusting your top slightly as his arm flexed absentmindedly. “Just caddy, I guess,” you shrugged.

“Carlos wouldn’t trust me enough to touch a golf club, let alone play,” you said wijt a small laugh. Lando chuckled a little, adjusting his hair as Carlos drive down the court to the bit him and Lando intended to go to.

Wow. This was the first time Lando was speaking to you in person. And he’d made you laugh….well, you made yourself laugh. But still!

Though there was a bit of guilt at how he’d been talking to you on Instagram all of a sudden, pretending to be someone else. What if you messaged ‘Luka’ and found out it was Lando? Fuck. He hadn’t thought of that. You say on the side, cracking a few jokes with Lando here and there but said nothing more. 

Luka: Y/N, it’s lovely to meet you and stuff, but we should stop talking. 

Y/N: what? stop talking? why?

Y/N: Luka!! What the hell???!!

[jareaul0ver]

Unfortunately I am obsessed with the thought of Nika’s chain dangling in your face while she hovers over you-

wc: 610 warnings: smut w/ practically no plot, dom!nika, sub!reader, grinding, fingering, slight fluff at the end pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

Nika's hips rolled against yours and a groan fell from both of your mouths. She watched your head dig into the pillow and she leaned forward. Her lips landed next to your ear, her voice husky. “So pretty, bebo.”

You nodded but your brain was fuzzy and you barely comprehended what she said. You needed more, but you couldn’t use words to show it, so you grabbed Nika’s hand and trailed it down to your pussy.

“You want my fingers?” Her long digits pushed past the waistband of your shorts and panties. You let out a muffled groan and she ‘tsked’. “Use your words.”

“Nika, please, I want your fingers.” You whined and she wasted no time in gathering your slick on her fingers and burying two deep into you.

Your back arched off the bed and Nika held you down. She crawled up you until she was hovering over you, her fingers pumping in you agonizingly slow.

Her chain, with the letter ‘N’ as a pendant on it, dangled in front of your face. Your eyes locked onto it as breathless moans escaped your lips.

A small smirk played at her lips when she saw you staring. She picked up the speed of her fingers, curling them every few moments. Your sounds alone could make her finish, but she was holding out.

Nika could tell you were getting close when you started fucking yourself against her fingers. Your hands flew around her neck and you pulled her down to kiss you, which you could barely do between the moans and curses leaving your mouth.

“Nika I- oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum.” You said loudly but it was muffled by her lips against yours.

“Cum for me, I’ve got you.” She husked, and it only took a few more pumps and curls of her fingers for you to fall apart beneath her.

Nika feverishly captured your lips, not wanting to be too loud. She wanted to hear you, but wanted to be the only one to hear you.

Her pace slowed down as you rode out your high before she gently slipped her fingers out of your dripping cunt. She brought one of her fingers up to your mouth. “Open.”

You obliged and let her place it on your tongue. Your lips closed around her finger and your eyes closed at the taste of yourself.

Nika smiled, clearly satisfied with her work. She pulled her finger out of your mouth, and quickly placed the other in her own, cleaning it off swiftly. You stared at her with a heaving chest and raised eyebrows. “God, you’re hot.”

A light laugh slipped from her before she leaned back. “Glad you think so. Be right back, bebo.” She quickly got off the bed and went into the bathroom to grab a warm and wet cloth.

She came back over to you and gently pulled your shorts and panties off your body. You twitched a little as she cleaned you off, before she tossed the cloth to the side and rid herself of her clothes.

“Sit up for me.” She stared down at you. You sat up, not questioning her. Nika made a move to take off her chain, and clip it around your neck. “Since you were staring I figured you’d like it.”

She teased you a little, resulting in her getting a small shove on the shoulder. You giggled and rolled your eyes before gently leaning forward to kiss her.

“You’re..” You mumbled as you laid back, your lips not leaving each others. “You’re lucky I love you.”

She hummed before pulling away and kissing your cheek. “Guess I am pretty lucky.”

[lovelyhan]

enemies to lovers prompt #10 "I'm not driving home with you..." with mingyu, thx <3

— vices & virtues ⟢

being from one of the most opulent families in the city, you're used to getting everything you want. but when you realize that your hot bodyguard is strictly off-limits, you treat him like anything else you can't have: with unbridled hostility.

★ FEATURING; bodyguard!mingyu x reader

★ WORD COUNT; 5.4k words

★ TAGS; enemies to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, smut

★ WARNINGS; alcohol consumption, cigarettes, implied/referenced drug use, self-destructive behavior in general, (probably inaccurate) discussions about drug poisoning, graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; when i tell you i speedwrote this just in time for mingyu day,,, eugh i love you so much gyugyu and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while back!! this prompt was so tasty to work with!

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, couch sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, dacryphilia, size kink, mating press, overstimulation, creampie

★ SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi

★ MINGYU TAGLIST; @ @renjunphile - @acgyu - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pluviophile-xxx - @pretty-trustme - @zeenanigans - @noveniadelia

When the tiniest sliver of consciousness slips into your inebriated brain, you feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor being pried off your face. Well, more like you're being gently lifted off it, and into the arms of someone warm.

You nearly lean into their embrace until you catch a whiff of that familiar, musky cologne with hint of something like pine. It takes you some effort to keep yourself from bolting out of his grasp and retching your guts out in the toilet again.

You deign to squint your eyes despite the harsh fluorescent light razing your vision. Looking down on you is none other than Kim Mingyu, gaze as indifferent as ever. Unfortunately, you're too drunk or high to figure out how he even found you here, but you know there's no weaseling your way out when your father's little lapdog has tracked you down.

"What're you doing here?" you still ask even if you knew the answer.

It's my job to take care of you.

"It's my job to take care of you," he says the words in the same way you imagined him to—apathetic. Indecipherable.

"Fuck you. I don't need you to take care of me," you scoff. "My friends'll drop me off at my apartment like they always do."

Mingyu rolls his eyes. "You mean the same friends who called me because they're tired of having to clean up after your shit? I don't want to be here either, princess, but I'm actually getting paid to keep you in line, if you hadn't known that yet."

There's something so unfairly attractive in the snark in his tone, and you fucking hate him for it. Mostly, you hate yourself for even thinking that anything about Mingyu is remotely alluring.

In the end, you just tell yourself that you're an objective person. You have eyes, and it won't cost anything to admit that Mingyu is conventionally attractive. Even if you did hate his guts.

Not that he'll ever hear you admit that aloud, though.

You're vaguely aware of how the hem of your too-short dress rides up your thighs as Mingyu rises back to his full height—having no problems carrying you out of the bathroom bridal-style.

Under normal circumstances, you would've struggled. Proved that you could very much handle yourself despite being obviously hammered. But your head is spinning, and your limbs feel like they'll disintegrate any second.

Eyes closed, you press your face into the fine fabric of Mingyu's suit—breathing in the same scent that repulsed you not five minutes earlier in an attempt at anchoring your consciousness.

As Mingyu maneuvers you out of the bathroom, the loud bass blaring from the speakers at the frat party you've decided to attend last minute rings in your eardrums. You don't have to see your surroundings to know you've got onlookers. Those unsubtle comments are clue enough to know you're being watched.

Who is that? Her boyfriend?

No, idiot, that's probably her bodyguard or some shit. Her family's loaded as fuck.

So lucky. If I had a bodyguard like that, I'd totally let him smash.

The real question is: would he let you smash?

Fuck you.

You want to flash them the most disgusted look you could muster. As if you'd stoop low enough to fuck Mingyu, of all people. Don't they know who you are? You could easily let any man or woman you wanted on their knees for you.

You were supposed to stick to your regular routine of getting railed into the next day after a few drinks and sticks, but you obviously got a little too excited about the new strains your friends snuck into the party. Now you're being princess carried by a man you absolutely despise, too shit-faced to even be remotely desired by anyone else at the moment.

Still, never in a million years would you consider having this guy as a bodyguard lucky.

You can tell you're outside when the music starts to fade in the distance and the cold starts to prickle your legs and arms. A somewhat coherent part of you recalls leaving your designer jacket in the coatrack of the frat house, and if you weren't so fucking shit-faced, you would've yelled at Mingyu to go back and get it.

But just before you can consider asking him somewhat nicely, you hear him unlock a car that definitely doesn't sound like yours—making your ears perk up, and your consciousness flood back in much faster.

"What are you—?"

You thrash in Mingyu's arms until he lets you down on the ground—throwing him a stone-cold glare right after. The fact that your pedicured feet are in direct contact with the asphalt makes your rage spike further. How dare this asshole leave your Valentinos behind? He might as well have just left you at the party altogether!

"I'm not driving home with you," you growl.

Mingyu's expression doesn't even budge. "You're not driving. I am."

"Don't try to be fucking smart with me. I'm high, not stupid."

Folding your arms across your chest, you try to pretend that you're not in the middle of the street, arguing with Mingyu as your blood pressure rises to unimaginable heights.

Unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time your friends have left you in the quote-unquote capable hands of your bodyguard. But every time he did, he would always drive whatever car you chose to bring for the occasion and drop you off at your place.

When he brings a car of his own, however...

"You're bringing me straight to the old man," you grumble. "You think he'll appreciate seeing his daughter all wasted at three in the morning? You think he'll be happy with you when he finds out you let me sneak out like this? Are you stupid or do you actually want to get fired?"

"And who told you I was going to bring you to him?" Mingyu shakes his head, letting out a long-winded sigh. "Like I said, I don't want to be here either. The last thing I need is even more overtime after your father sets you straight."

That makes you pause, eyes widening with a hint of mistrust. Mingyu listens to every word his employer says. He's the perfect little lapdog. So perfect that sneaking out for these nightly escapades of yours have grown increasingly difficult with how good he is at finding you and bringing you home.

So hearing him practically say that he won't tattle on you...

"How can I be sure you're not fucking with me? That if I fall asleep in the car, I won't wake up in the courtyard of the old man's stupid mansion?"

"Do I look like I have the energy to deal with both of you at the same time?" he replies sharply, opening the door to the passenger seat with a hint of finality in his actions. "Just get in the fucking car so we can all head to bed before sunrise."

The sound of the house party still in full swing echoes in your ears from the distance. Your skin tingles a little beneath the heat of Mingyu's mildly pissed off gaze, and you let out a shuddering breath to keep yourself from giving the feeling a name.

"Fine."

...

Good news: you made it safely back to your apartment without anyone alerting your father about your true whereabouts.

Bad news: Mingyu just won't fucking leave.

He insisted that you get yourself refreshed with a shower first before he talks to you in the living room. The same guy that right-out said that you should hop in the passenger seat of his car so you'd both be asleep before the sun rises. The clock is already pushing past four in the morning, and Mingyu still insists on lecturing you before he leaves?

You of all people know how obstinate he can be. He's even more stubborn than you are, if you're being completely honest. So even if it wounds your pride to play along with what he has planned, you head back to your living room right after slipping on your usual nightgown—flashing Mingyu a look to remind him you're not at all pleased with whatever bullshit he wants to talk about.

However, your irritation ebbs a little when you see a plate of your favorite cookies sitting on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and a sheet of Advil.

Your gaze drifts from the snacks to your bodyguard, who looks more dressed down than usual. His coat is folded neatly, hanging off one side of your couch, and the first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone.

You gulp, prying your eyes off the sliver of chest he's willingly exposed before seating a respectable distance away.

"What did you want to talk about?" You try to sound casual as you leaned forward, reaching for a cookie and the glass of water without as much initiating eye contact.

"You smoked a few joints at the party, didn't you?"

You take a bite, washing it down with your drink before replying with, "So what if I did? A little kush isn't going to kill anybody, Mingyu."

"We both know 'a little' doesn't exist in your vocabulary, princess," he points out, crossing his arms with an unimpressed look. "Anyway, I'm not your father, so I typically don't care about what drugs you're taste testing every night—"

"Are you implying that you suddenly care now?"

"With a new poisonous marijuana strain circulating in the underground market? Of course I do."

You do a double take on that, staring at him hard as you begrudgingly swallow your cookie, "What? Underground market? And what do you mean poisonous?"

Mingyu lets out another sigh when he leans forward to reach for the box of cigarettes and a lighter you left strewn across your coffee table. You're even more surprised to see him lighting himself a stick and taking a drag than you were when he prepared some snacks and water for you.

"Some Columbian drug cartels thought it would be funny to infiltrate surface-level drug transactions. Long story short, they invented some fucked up strain laced with belladonna and smuggled it into the market under the impression that it's a new sativa strain."

You absolutely have no idea how Mingyu even got ahold of this information, but realizing the implication of his words has your stomach sinking with dread. If what he's saying is true, it's no wonder you were out so fucking quick tonight.

"I'm not gonna die within twenty four hours, right?" you half-joke because, Jesus, you're adventurous with your drugs, but you wouldn't willingly take something that can actually kill you.

To your relief, Mingyu shakes his head. "I don't know the science behind it either, but I was told sativa tones down the poisonous effect of belladonna by a huge margin. The worst you'll experience is a fever and a nasty cough if you don't do anything about it."

"Gee, way to be reassuring."

Mingyu scoffs before taking another drag of his cigarette. Your gaze is riveted on the cut of his jaw as he inhales the smoke with eyes closed. It's only when he flicks the ashes in a small ashtray you left by the small table beside the couch that you realize he's pushed the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows—exposing a good deal of his toned arms.

You immediately take a huge gulp of water, not wanting such unsavory thoughts about an unsavory person to surface now, of all times.

You might be more refreshed after your shower, but if you're starting to ogle Kim Mingyu, the strange joints you've been hitting all night might've messed with your head more than you thought.

"That's why we're going to the doctor tomorrow—"

You scowl. "Like hell I'm going to pay Doctor Yoon a visit. That guy's the biggest tattletale in the world. He'll definitely tell the old man. Oh, and I actually have classes tomorrow if you're forgetting, Mingyu."

"You're pretending to attend those now that it's convenient for you?" He smirks as he breathes out another puff of smoke. "Nice try, princess. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take you to another doctor I know—someone who won't get us both in trouble by telling your father that you've been smoking bad weed."

"Again, way to be fucking reassuring."

The silence finally settles as you nibble contemplatively on the snacks he brought for you. You're can say for sure that you're most certainly sober now, so Mingyu's words have got you thinking.

But it's a little difficult to think about the state of your health when you've got a sort-of uninvited guest manspreading right next to you on the couch.

"Aren't you going to leave?" you ask. "Just text me what time we're going to visit that doctor friend of yours."

"How would you feel if you got told to scram while you're in the middle of a smoke?" Mingyu flashes you an annoyed look. "For the third time, I don't even want to be here, princess. At least let me have this as compensation for saving your sorry ass."

He's so fucking infuriating.

The rough undercurrent in his voice. The perpetual upward curve of his lips as if he always has the upper hand. His beefy arms. His built chest.

...Not to mention his unexpected thoughtfulness when he decided to stick around and inform you about what you might've gotten yourself into instead of leaving you to fend for yourself. He even brought out your favorite cookies for good measure.

You never really know what to do with Kim fucking Mingyu. He stirs up all sorts of confusing feelings inside your chest at any given time, and frankly, you've had enough of it.

You allow yourself to relish in the pride that swells in your chest when he nearly drops his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray the moment you crawl on top of his lap.

Mingyu's mouth quivers with some sensible words his job description probably requires him to say, but you rob him of his ability to speak when you steal the cancer stick from his fingers. In one long breath, you smoke the cigarette down to the filter—killing it on your ashtray before leaning down to press your lips to his.

With how stunned he is, it doesn't take a lot of effort to pry Mingyu's mouth open, breathing the smoke into his mouth. Once you're satisfied, you pull away with a triumphant smirk.

"Now you're done," you say, making the motions to get off his lap. "I'm heading to bed. Don't wake me up before noon for that doctor's appointment or else I'm going to slash your ti—"

You don't even get to finish that sentence. Mingyu suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed against the couch and he's lying on top of you—both knees planted on either side of your hips as he gazes at you with an ireful glare.

"W-What are you doing?" you whisper, but in spite of the protesting nature of your words, you can't help but feel a pang of white hot desire shoot straight through you when you feel just how big he is now that his body is pressed against yours.

"Teaching a bad girl a lesson," he whispers, grabbing your face roughly. "You can't just pull off shit like that and expect to walk away from it unscathed, princess."

Fuck. That nickname he always uses never fails to get on your nerves on any other day. But when he sounds like that and has you under him like this...

"What are you gonna do about it then?" you ask.

Mingyu chuckles darkly, as he squishes your face with his big, long fingers. You nearly shudder at the thought of what those digits could do to you if you just pushed the right buttons.

"You'll just have to fuck around and find out."

When the pressure of his strong grip leaves your cheeks, confusion paints your features. Mingyu's weight eases off your pliant body almost immediately as well, leaving you to scowl at him incredulously. He doesn't even look at you as he collects his coat from where it hangs off your couch.

But before he can even think about putting it back on, something not so different from a growl resonates deep in your chest as you sit back up—tugging on the collar of his shirt to smash your lips together.

Mingyu all but groans into the kiss, but you're not sure if you can even call it that. There's nothing but hunger fueling the both of you as your tongue slides alongside his, mapping out each other's mouths like your lives depended on it.

You vaguely hear his coat fall to the floor as Mingyu goes back to crowding you against the couch—one of his strong arms circling your waist as he grinds his hips against your middle. It's nearly embarrassing how willing you are to receive his advances.

You, the same person who told your bodyguard you refused to drive home with him, are now making out with said bodyguard at four in the morning.

But then again, who fucking cares?

"You have no idea," he whispers hoarsely against your lips and you let out a stifled moan when you feel the outline of his erection rut against your clothed pussy, "how much you drive me insane. You're such a fucking handful, you know that?"

"I'm glad to know I make your life miserable," you bite back despite the fact that, when Mingyu brings down the straps of your nightgown to expose your breasts to the cool air, you do nothing about it.

Mingyu lets out a harsh laugh. "You're probably into this, aren't you, princess? You like riling me up so much so that I'd snap and teach you a lesson?"

You want to tell him that he's being fucking full of himself if he thinks you've planned this that far back. But with how massive he feels through his trousers alone, you can't say that you don't want him inside you right this second.

It doesn't help that he's giving your chest a generous amount of attention—suckling at your nipples in a way that has you twitching beneath him with sensitivity.

"So what if I am?" you say, testing the limits of what he'll let you get away with. "You talk big about teaching me a lesson but you're being awfully careful with me. Aren't you going to shove your cock down my throat to get me to shut up?"

Mingyu chuckles with a quick shake of his head, like he isn't even taking your words seriously. You let out a sharp yelp when he bites down on one of your breasts—leaving a distinct imprint of his canines on your skin before staring into your eyes.

"I can choke you with my cock next time, princess. For now, I just want to make you come until you're crying for me."

Fuck.

Mingyu wastes no time. He immediately sinks to his knees on the floor, hauling your hips closer to the edge of the couch so that he can hook your thighs over his shoulders. When he realizes that you're not wearing any underwear underneath your flimsy satin nightgown, you swear the noise he makes is near animalistic.

"Don't get f-fucking cocky," you stammer, nerves alight everywhere his lips graze your inner thighs. "I don't usually wear underwear before going to sleep! This wasn't for you."

"It is now," Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your leaking hole to your aching clit. He holds your thighs far apart as his lips latch onto that little bundle of nerves, alternating with delicious licks at your sensitive folds.

He practically smothers his face into your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your clit. By the time Mingyu starts to tease his tongue along your entrance, your fingers have found their way into his unruly hair—moans falling from your lips with little concern about appearances.

Mingyu pulls away for a moment, and you nearly snap at him from that alone until he eases one of those thick fingers into your wet channel—dark eyes trained on you as he stretches you out with a hungry gaze.

You don't even feel any semblance of shame when you start to ride that single digit, wanting to feel him go deeper and spread you wider. Fortunately, your bodyguard is more attentive than you think, and it doesn't take long for him to ease another finger into your needy pussy, curling them just so once he's sure he's found that spot that'll render you an incoherent mess.

The sound he rips out of you is unholy and Mingyu growls again before his mouth finds its way back onto your cunt—getting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.

"Where's the fight you've been putting up against me all this time, princess?" he taunts just before those stupidly thick fingers graze that sensitive patch of flesh inside you again. "Are you that desperate? You've fucked yourself up so much tonight that you couldn't bring anyone back home. Your bodyguard's gonna have to do, huh?"

You know you should be affronted by how offensive his words are. Mingyu might be an expert at getting on your nerves, but with how good his fucking mouth feels as he laves at your cunt like a man starved, you can't even let yourself feel any modicum of annoyance.

"M-Mingyu," you gasp as he suckles on your clit again—steadily building your orgasm from the ground-up. "I'm gonna come, f-fuck!"

Three. Mingyu slides in three fingers at your admission, and you nearly cry with how wide he's stretching you out. This time, he switches from sucking at your clit to rapidly flicking his tongue against the sensitive pearl.

Your toes curl with oversensitivity, thighs nearly crushing his head as you frame the syllables of his name in another wanton moan. When Mingyu curls his fingers inside you one more time, the tension that's been building in your stomach snaps like a rubber band.

Once you teeter off the precarious edge of release, you feel a gush of slick surge out of your cunt and into his awaiting mouth. Mingyu laps it all up—his sinful tongue catching every drop of your tangy essence. If you didn't know better, you would think he's desperate for you as much as you are for him.

It takes a while for your mind to fully come back online after that first orgasm, chest heaving almost painfully with how Mingyu took your breath away with oral alone. When you finally have your wits about you, your bodyguard surges forward so that your faces are levelled, and you nearly groan when you see the way his mouth and chin glisten with your juices.

"So fucking delicious for me," he rasps. "Gonna let me have a taste of this pussy every time now, princess? Want my mouth on you before you sleep?

"Do whatever you want, Gyu," you mewl, tugging him closer as you position yourself horizontally on the couch. "N-Need you so bad."

He sighs, unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt as he drinks in the sight of you all fucked out and compliant because of his mouth and fingers alone. Your lips are parted, eyes glistening with tears or desire—Mingyu can't say for sure just yet.

But if he can get you this wrecked from oral, he can't fucking wait to see what you'll look like after he gets you to cream on his cock.

His shirt falls to the floor and you can't contained the awed gasp that leaves you at the sight of him. He's built like a fucking sculpture—all lean muscle and hard toned abs. It would make sense for Mingyu to be this well-built, being your bodyguard and all, but the thought of having his body pressed against yours as he fucks you into the couch is sending your mind into overdrive.

"You're so adorable," he chuckles, but you know the words are anything but a compliment. "A moment ago you were challenging everything I said and did. Now you're suddenly an agreeable little thing. Are you that cock-hungry, princess? Want something to fill that pretty pussy?"

"Yes." You don't even hesitate. "Yes, yes, yes. Want your cock in me. Want you to fill me up, Gyu. Please..."

Fortunately for you, Mingyu isn't one to tease. The moment you've given him the green light to rearrange your insides, he steps out of his tight trousers and boxers at the same time, pumping his thick cock in one hand as he nudges your thighs apart once again.

You practically salivate at the thought that you're about to take all those delicious inches inside you. Mingyu doesn't miss the starry look on your face, but doesn't take the time to gloat about it. Instead, he leans all the way forward so that your thighs are squished against your chest—easing your legs across his shoulders in a position that's not so different from when he ate you out earlier.

"Gonna fuck the attitude out of you, princess," he promises before pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You ready for me?"

You nod a little too eagerly, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his head. "Gyu, please..."

"Alright. Since you asked so nicely."

He doesn't even give any forewarning when he bottoms out inside you in one languid stroke. A choked up noise gets caught in your chest with how sudden he was, how full you feel in such a short amount of time, but Mingyu doesn't give you any time to think, or even to breathe.

Before you can even get a single word out, he's pulling his hips back—making you feel every inch of his thick cock before slamming his hips forward with a powerful thrust that drives you further into the sofa. You let out a long-winded moan, unable to do anything about it as he pounds into you with the vigor of someone who's been putting up with your shit for a better part of the year.

"Pussy's so fucking tight for me," he growls. "You're squeezing my cock so good, princess. Is this all I had to do so you'd stop driving me crazy? Eat you out a little and dick you down 'til you forget your name?"

You can't even process what he's saying right now—too lost in the sensation of his cockhead grazing your cervix with each forward stroke. He's reaching into you so deep that you might really just forget everything but the letters of Mingyu's name by the time he's done with you.

"M-Mingyu," you drawl dumbly as he peppers your neck with bites and bruises—unrelenting with his deep strokes as your cunt flutters around his length. "Fuck. L-Love your cock so much—oh!"

You let out a gasp that Mingyu quickly muffles with his own mouth as he adjusts your positions on the sofa—easing your legs off of his shoulders in exchange for spreading them wider on the cushions. How he manages to do that without his cock slipping out of you is a testament to your flexibility, and he's already cooking up what he'll do about that information for next time.

Mingyu continues kissing you all while he plants one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. When he tugs your hips even closer it's only then that you realize that the lunatic has you in a mating press.

"How long have you been thinking about me fucking you like this?" he whispers, deciding to drag it out with slow, deep thrusts that only serve to frustrate you. "You wouldn't have let me go this far if you hadn't thought about it at least once, princess."

I've wanted to fuck you since the old man introduced us, is the correct answer but you've still got some shred of dignity. If Mingyu wants the truth, he's going to have to work for it.

"Fuck me again after this, and I might give you an answer," you rasp, meeting his lazy thrusts with some of your own to get the point that you want him to ram into you across.

"There she is," Mingyu laughs. "My nasty, sharp-tongued princess. Thought I lost you for a sec."

"You will if you don't fuck me until I black out."

"Oh? All you had to do was ask, you know."

Then and there, Mingyu makes good of that interesting position he'd unknowingly lured you into—plunging that fat cock even deeper into your pussy if that's even possible. It felt heavenly, taking all of him while your legs dangled off his shoulders, but there's just something about having your legs spread impossibly wide as he drills into you with the full intention of making you come until you're crying that does it for you.

As each second passes, Mingyu's thrusts become more erratic—hips snapping with hard, calculated strokes so fucking good that tears are starting to glisten along the lines of your lashes like he promised.

You mewl his name like a string of prayers as the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust rings in your ears. It's insane how close he's driven you to the edge in the span of thirty minutes, and you're starting to grow fearful of how addicting it feels to have him inside you like this.

At this point, you'd rather get off on Mingyu's cock than get high from some shady sativa joint. Something tells you he'd rather have that, too.

"Where do you want me, princess?" he whispers into your ear, reaching between your legs to give you just the right pressure you've been missing on your clit. You have to bite back a sob when he presses his thumb against it.

"Inside," you whimper as he continues plunging his engorged length into you. "Fill me with your cum, please, Gyu. I want it—want it so bad."

Mingyu hisses when you clench around his cock, large hands undoubtedly about to leave bruises on your thighs come morning. When you hear that deep, sexy laugh in your ear, you know it's all over for you.

"Come on my cock first, princess. Then I'll give you what you want."

He punctuates the words by drawing quick, tight circles on your clit all while keeping up the cadence of his thrusts. With the steady stream of stimulation he's so willing to give, it's a no-brainer for another orgasm to blindside you yet again.

You cry out with bliss as you screw your eyes shut—tears running down your cheeks in cascades as you fall apart on Mingyu's cock. He fucks into you despite the overstimulation, his own high not far behind because of the expression you're showing him.

"That's it," he rasps, leaning down to kiss the tears away. "Fucking cry for me, princess."

You're not sure if you're just too blissed out to comprehend it properly, but you're pretty sure that Mingyu just triggered another orgasm from you when you feel him twitch inside—your tight channel being covered in his white hot emission.

It doesn't help that your insatiable lover continues to fuck his cum deeper into your abused cunt, taking full advantage of this position while he can.

"M-Mingyu," you beg, fingers raking across his back as he punches the breath out of your lungs. "Too much. T-Too much."

You thought he wouldn't heed your words, but surprisingly, Mingyu halts every movement to gaze at you with a hint of concern lining his gaze. Wordlessly, he eases himself out of your sore cunt, wiping the tears off your eyes before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"Sorry," he murmurs before gently fixing the straps of your nightgown. He even tugs the hem down despite the fact that his cum is currently leaking out of you. "You want me to tuck you in?"

You nod, lacing your fingers around his neck, the overstimulated mess you are. Mingyu breathes out a quiet laugh before carrying you into his arms again.

"Alright, princess. Let's get you to bed."

You don't have the heart nor the energy to protest. Besides, it's his job to take care of you, after all.

⟢ end notes: reminder to not take any of the medical indications abt drugs that i included in this fic seriously. i made all of those up. oh and this should go w/o saying but don't fuck anyone while under the influence of anything AT ALL !!!

that aside, happy birthday to everyone's favorite puppy boy mingyu! i ended up loving him a lot more as i stanned svt, and i hope everyone else gives him the same love as well! god knows he has lots to give to both his members and his fans ueueue

++ if you spotted a few errors here and there, please don't tell me or i'll die of embarrassment ^_^ this wasn't proofread bcs i wanted to drop this exactly on his bday (i am 1 hour and 34 mins late!) HEHEHE i was sposed to write an ending scene in the morning where gyu wakes up and sees her wearing his shirt while making breakfast but that'll make this too long :| i'll just leave that to ur imagination!

[aetherdoesthings]

did you see the arlecchino animation and teaser??? a;fasjl;f

they make me so sad :(( also, the teaser was hot af tho, had me so downbad. arlecchino's lore is just so 😭

~EL anon

would you like new toys?

i simped so hard during the animation and teaser i decided to write a mini series fic about arlecchino. i have a lot of thoughts about it and now i'm regretting not taking up your offer lmao

forethoughts: my love language is writing someone an entire fic about them (not really, but i will write you an entire letter).

notes: fem!reader in mind, but gn!. NOT AN x READER!! READER IS A CHILD IN THIS!

In every cluster of children, there was always one that had trouble making friends. 

That title was unfortunately bestowed upon you.

Always excluded in activities and games, left to play in the corner with the leftover, worn out toys while everyone chose the newest and best toys in the box. It had always been that way; you didn’t see it changing any time.

Father was always more lenient and caring with you. She made sure you were the first in line to get breakfast, lunch and dinner. While everyone had a curfew, you were allowed to wander the halls freely and exit your room. That of course didn’t make it any easier for you to make friends. 

Like a robot given the same set of codes and no changes, days blurred into weeks, and weeks blurred into months while you lived your solitary life. 

~

You sat crossed leg, facing the corner of the playroom, hands empty. You ran out of luck; all the toys were already gone by the time you got to the box. Letting out a sigh, boredom finally consumed you, prompting you to stand up, brush the dust off your shorts as you exited the playroom. No one batted an eye or even glanced at your direction; to them you were invisible. To everyone you were invisible.

Wandering the halls of the House of Hearth at night gave you a pretty good scope on the architecture of the building. If someone asked you where the infirmary was or the bathroom, you could accurately pinpoint the location for them. You looked at the colorful glass panes on the sides of the halls, raising a hand to block the sunlight from hitting your face. They called you a dreamer, delusional for your ideas and thoughts. Said your hopes were far too high. Father always disagreed. Father always disagreed with whatever the others called you.

A sudden shriek was ripped out of your throat as your body went sideways, shoulder hitting an even stone ground. You winced, forcing yourself to sit as you examined your body. You could barely make out what was your leg and arm with the lighting. Standing up, you decided to explore the uncharted territory in your little mind map. The walls were lined with sharp blades that glimmered under the narrow light source opposite to the swords. You looked behind you, to your sides, in front of you, as you allowed curiosity to take hold of your mind. With two hands, you lifted one of the blades from its holding place, letting it fall onto the ground. You dragged the blade along the stone to the center of the room, ignoring the shriek of protest the sword was making. Letting out a deep breath, you gripped your hands around the hilt of the sword, lifting it as high as you could. When you’d finally lift it over your head, a triumphant cheer exited your mouth, eyes admiring the shine and sharpness of the blade like a bee eyeing a flower. 

“Children like you should not be wielding such dangerous objects.” Your muscles went limp, bones turning into uncooked noodles as your head spun to the direction of the voice. Father. Fear wasn’t just done with taking hold of your body. Fear was transmitted into the blade itself. Before you knew it, a sharp pain emitted through your forehead, a rush of warmness surging towards the area. The sword fell on your side, next to your collapsed body.

“Y/N!” Father was instantly by your side. Through that cold and emotionless facade, you could see a flash of worry and fear in her eyes. Fear. Father felt fear. Your head was placed in Father’s arms, knees hooked onto her other arm as you were rushed out of the dark room.

You sat on Father’s table in silence, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt as you stared at your dirt covered, bruised hands. Father reciprocated the silence, as she stood in front of you, using a cotton ball to dab up the blood. You winced at the serum that was infused with the cotton against your fresh wound, knuckles turning white. Father didn’t let out any remark at your wince, rather you could feel her actions becoming more gentle and tender. 

“This might hurt.” Father muttered, picking up something from her tray of material, the object having a thin string tail behind. You could barely stifle a shriek as the needle penetrates your skin, the lithe object dancing from one side to another, piercing hole after hole in your skin. You gripped onto your sleeve for life until your hand was ghost white, as Father stitched up your wound before you could blink. Father let out a sigh, snipping any remaining string as she set the needle on the tray. Her eyes shifted downwards, her lips pursed as you felt her gaze burning into your skull.

“...I’m sorry.” You murmured quietly, the words regurgitating out of your mouth, unable to squeeze anything out under her gaze.

“I thought I told you that recklessness always leads to failure. What were you doing out of the playroom?”

“...” You could feel the corners of your eyes starting to burn up, your mouth quivering. Father noticed. Of course she did. 

“Look at me.” Father sighed. 

Reluctantly, you lifted your head, meeting Father’s eyes. Instead of scorn and disappointment, you were met with understanding and warmth, her pursed lips turning into a thin smile. Thin. Just like the ice you were on. Father could smile all she wanted, but you knew you were as good as dead.

Father’s hand went for your head, sharp fingers combing through your hair. “What type of toy do you like, Y/N? I am planning to get more for the toybox; it appears we have a shortage of toys. Of course, I would like to get the best and newest toys for all. I was wondering what you would like to see and play with.”

Your heart moved an inch higher from your stomach, still threatening to fall and combust into millions of pieces. “U-Uhm… I d-don’t know…”

“Speak up, my child.”

“I-I don’t know… what toys I like, Father…” 

Father let out a chuckle. “Of course. How could you choose your favorite in an empty box?”

You looked down at her words. Of course Father knew.

“Y/N.”

You looked back up at her, meeting her playful eyes, a look you knew she only gave you and you only. 

“How about I introduce you to some… new toys not any of the other children have seen? Would you like some new toys?”

“Toys… the others haven’t seen?” You tilt your head at that statement.

“Yes. Toys the others have not seen. Are you interested? I will personally teach you how to… play with these toys.”

You nodded your head, a small hesitant smile on your face. Father never offered the other children new toys. Father never offered how to play with toys. Father never played with the others.

The corners of Father’s thin lips tugged upwards slightly, as her finger hovered over your wound. She helped you off the desk, hand holding yours as she led you out of her office. “It is almost time for lunch. But I would rather you get some rest after what happened. Rest assured I will bring food to your room.”

“Y-Yes, Father.” You mumbled.

Father led you to your room upstairs, setting you on the plush mattress as the blanket was draped over your body. She ran her fingers through your hair again, petting your head before strolling out of the room. “Rest well, my child.”

~

Arlecchino closed the door, letting out a sigh. She made her way back downstairs to join the other children. “Rest assured, my child, no one will ever dare to lay a finger on you anymore. No harm shall ever come your way.”

[brownsugarwrites]

Hold on.

Pairings: countryboy!kenshi x citygirl!black!reader

Warnings: cursing. smut. praise. vaginal sex. spitting. fingering. creampie. nipple play. reader has braids and nipple piercings. mentions of lingere. Pet names (sugar, baby, sunshine, babygirl, pretty girl, my wife). you and kenshi are newlyweds on yalls honeymoon!.

wc: 2.0

notes: Loved writing this. I hope you enjoy. If theres any warnings I miss please let me know. For your listening pleasure.

The crackles of the wooden fireplace could be heard throughout the quaint cabin as the aromas of the freshly made chilli could be smelled throughout.

It was always in the plan for you two to have a winter honeymoon and you were shocked it came so soon. But the wait was worth it. You spent some much needed time with your husband and even learning things about him you never knew.

When you two went snowboarding he was actually good at it. It made you jealous he was able to ride more of the intermediate slopes while you had to stay on the kiddie ones. 

Out of side hitting the slopes, most of you and Kenshi's time was spent hiking, exploring the woods, and going to the city to explore and eat. 

While you weren't complaining you missed your man in ways only he could statsify. You had brought this pink frilly lettuce trim lingerie set to wear for him since it was your honeymoon but by the time you got back from your activities each day, the two of you just wanted to shower and sleep.

But luckily for you the last day in the cabin was spent just relaxing and cuddling. The two of you watched the snowfall with a cup of hot chocolate and watched a few movies to pass the time.

Now that it was a little later into the night. The two of you migrated to the room with the floor-to-ceiling windows directly looking over the frozen lake which the moon reflected from as the warm lights from the lamp illuminated the room.

“Did you enjoy your time sugar?” his honey-thick accent rung out 

Looking into his eyes, you nodded before sitting on your knees.

“I did Ken. The scenery was so nice and all the delicious food! You chose a great spot” you said smiling

You watched as he put both his hands behind his head smiling at you. Closing your eyes gently you sighed trying to drown out the inappropriate thoughts about your newlywed husband before opening them up again. 

Quick flashes of the way he went down on you on your wedding night still had you captivated and had wanting for more.

But the winter season was so rough on him on the farm so your sex life wasn't like it was before the two of you got married. You let him focus on his crops and animals while you made sure to take care of him the best way you could. But the lingering touches and kisses really set your body on fire. You felt like a teenage girl experiencing touch for the first time. 

Coming on this trip you expected sex on top of sex. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. You were damned if you were going to let this last night go to waste.

“Something on your mind sweetheart?” Kenshi would ask seeing that you started to stare off into space.

“Yes actually,” you said eyes meeting his 

Gesturing for you to expand further you told him to wait on the bed and you’ll be right back. Going to your duffle bag you stuffed the lingerie set under your shirt before scurrying into the ensuite bathroom. 

Cocking an eyebrow he shrugged his shoulders before going back to his phone to check on some orders pertaining the farm. A couple of moments flew by and he wondered if you were ok in there.

“You ok in there baby girl?” he asked from the bed.

Becoming startled you quickly closed the top of your mascara and sounded back a yes telling him you’ll be out in a moment. You were nervous for some reason. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you naked but it's been a while since you've been intimate and this was your first time dressing up for him.

Your pierced nipples with the hearts on the barbells could be seen through the mesh of your top and so could the small wet patch seen from your underwear as well. You finished putting on your pink glittery lip gloss before adjusting the cute pink bow that held your knotless braids in a ponytail and fixing the pendant with your husbands initial on it.

“Baby I'm coming out,” you said peeking your head outside

“Ok I'm ready f’you” he said smiling while doing the come here motion with his fingers

“You have to close your eyes, Ken!!! It's a surprise,” you said excitedly 

Closing his eyes you made sure he wasn't looking before peeping over to the bed and going back to your previous position of sitting on your knees. As he felt the bed dip he got a whiff of that particular flower scent you loved.

“Open your eyes,” you said through small giggles 

Opening his brown eyes, he saw you sitting so pliantly in the skimpiest of clothing with the cutest smile on your pretty face as the diamonds of the necklace sparkled against your brown skin.

“ ‘s all for me, sweetheart?” he asked sitting up on the headboard and watching you as you nodded your head chewing on your glossed lip a little

“What for?” he asked before rubbing up and down your thigh that held the lacy bow garter. 

“You know… it's our honeymoon and I wanted to look pretty for you! Also because we haven't had sex in a while” you said mumbling the last part.

Giving a “hm” in satisfaction he played with the garter for a minute before snapping it against your thigh. Hissing at the sensation you playfully hit his chest before giggling.

“You too quiet,” you said meekly 

“Just enjoying the view sugar that's all,” he said grinning up at you before going back to rubbing your plush thighs 

Repositioning yourself back onto your knees Kenshi took notice of the sticky wet spot that clung onto your sheer panties. Smirking he looked up at your soft face before opening his mouth to speak. 

“You look so pretty in this lil get-up you have on” he teased moving his hands closer to your clothed cunt

Your cheeks burned as the compliment went towards your pulsing cunt. Giving a thank you he slotted his fingers into the inside of your thighs before giving it a squeeze. Without being told your thighs fell open exposing that wet spot on your panties.

Feeling his thumb stroke up and down you sighed squeezing your eyes shut 

“Tell me where you want me sugar,” he said continuing the teasing motion.

“Right there Ken please” you pleaded to him grinding yourself onto his hand

Flipping you over to your back his hands found purchase on your hips before moving your underwear to the side swiping his fingers up and down your silt

“Missed this s’much” he said pushing his fingers inside your warm cunt

Whimpering at the sensation your breath came out more of a hiccup as you squirmed under him. 

“You’re so good to me sweetheart. Getting all dolled up just f’me. Makes me feel like the luckiest man.” he expressed while putting pressure against your clit

“K-kenshi please bout to cum” you whined back arching off the bed 

“Cmon sweetheart let it out” he instructed you as you came undone from his fingers

Letting out a squeal your body went limp on the bed as you caught your breath

“Fuck” you rasped out breathless coming down from your orgasm 

This is what you wanted. What you craved for all those nights leading up to this honeymoon. Your plan was coming into fruition. 

Looking to where your husband was seen taking off his shirt revealing in the intricate tattooed arm sleeve that transformed to a chest piece. You smiled sweetly at your beloved husband as your head rested on the pillow.

You had to be some angel that fell from the sky. At least thats how he felt about you. He knew from the first date he wanted to make you his wife. Even with the stark differences of you being a city girl and him being a traditional country boy. 

He knew he wanted to take care/provide for you as long as you lived. He would do anything if it meant seeing you smile. He loved you more than anything.

Pulling you to the edge of the bed he hooked your plush thighs across his hips as you rested on the palm of your hands. Staring at you his eyes trailed to the diamond K pendant that stopped right before the valley of your breasts he placed a kiss to your collarbone leading up to shoulder eventually finding his way to your neck. Moaning softly you tilted your head in order to give him more access to you. 

Deciding to become bold with your words you told him what you wanted.

“Kenshi.. I need you to fuck me.. Please” you said feeling your self go crazy at the incessant teasing

Hearing those words fall from your glossed lips he groaned in response before yanking your thin panties off and quickly unbuckling his pants. Freeing his dick from its confines he held out his hand as he instructed you to spit on it before going back to stroke himself a few times.

Squirming at the sight you tried to pull him as close as you could so that he was close to your entrance. Bringing you into a kiss he gave himself a few more pumps before lining himself with your pussy and pushing in gently. 

“Oh shit” you whined little tears pricking at your eyes as your eyes squeezed shut

“Just focus on me sunshine, relax let me make you feel good” he cooed as his free hand came to your pierced nipple rolling it gently feeling your hips buck into him

“Thats it pretty girl. You can take it all right baby?” He asked pushing in further as you choked back a yes 

“I know you can babygirl. Such a good wife f’me isnt that right” he asked as you nodded your head in agreement

Bottoming out he quickly began to give you long and deep strokes as you moaned in his ear about how deep he was. One hand held you to him as plowed into you hearing your cries for more and your babbling. Your nails dug in his toned back as you came again for the second time with out warning. 

Not giving you much time to think he flipped you over onto your stomach placing a pillow under your lower stomach you tried to catch yourself from falling but quickly felt a pair of hands steady you as he pushed back in.

“Oh fuck, w-ait Kenshi please” you begged as tears fell from your eyes still sensitive from your prior orgasm.

Ignoring your cries he plowed into you watching the way your ass rippled everything time he pushed back into you. Your head rested on duvet as they caught your tears as your hands tried to push him away to slow him down. 

“Nun uh sweetheart you can handle it. Doing s’good for me just hold out for me” he said taking your hand and kissing the finger that held the wedding ring he put on your finger

Coming close to your orgasm again your cries became louder as you asked your husband to let you cum. Nearing his release he gave you the greenlight as he came with you cum filling up your pussy as it still clenched around his dick.

Pulling out gently he watched as his load seeped out of you before turning you back over to see you falling asleep

“Hey, sweetheart, wake up f’me gotta get you cleaned” he said placing soft kisses along your face to wake you up

“Need a few minutes ken. Please” you said in between breathes laced with sleepiness

Laughing at your fucked out state he gave you one more kiss before letting you rest. Watching your chest rise and fall as the soft light illuminated you 

“Thank you for being my wife. Thank you for everything” he said quietly as he ran his hand over your braids. 

[waratah-moon]

can I request some Eddie x cheerleader reader but she isn’t like the other cheerleaders kinda thing and ahhh

7. Have you seen my sweatshirt? (changed to fit Eddie's wardrobe obvs) I love cheerleader!reader so much she's such a sweetie pie. 🎂 join my birthday week celebration! 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warning: judgemental '''''friends''''' wc: 1k

Mornings with Eddie were the best. For one thing, Eddie preferred to wake up with the sun, instead of doing the responsible thing and setting an alarm. Every morning light would stream through his bedroom window, illuminating his soft features; his warm arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth slightly open as he slept. You always woke up before him without fail, taking those few minutes to admire him before you woke him up by peppering his face with kisses.

He also insisted on showering together, and he'd made a pretty solid case, saying "it saves time and water, babe." An argument you didn't bother poking holes in as you let him lead you into the shower, taking way more time than was necessary to get clean.

Unfortunately this morning things hadn't gone to plan. You'd still woken up before Eddie, but you'd woken up late.

"Shit, Eddie," you shook his shoulder, pushing the covers back as you jumped out of bed. "We're late."

"No morning kisses?" His eyes were still shut, but he was pouting.

"No time. I'm going to have a shower."

"I'll come," he sat up, slowly blinking the sleep from his eyes.

"Nuh-uh. I don't care what you say, showering together does not save time. You get distracted."

"Not my fault you're distracting," he dropped his head back on the pillow.

"Don't you dare go back to sleep, I'll be out in a few minutes and then it's your turn."

After your shower, Eddie had blocked the bathroom door, refusing to let you pass until you'd given him at least one good kiss. The first kiss hadn't been up to his standards apparently, and neither had the second. He'd finally deemed the third acceptable, letting you back into the bedroom to get changed.

You had a pep rally today, so you didn't have to think about your outfit, one of the few benefits of being a cheerleader. But the weather outside was still cold, and your cheer cardigan wasn't where it normal was; folded neatly with the rest of your uniform. You rummaged through the section of the closet Eddie had put aside for you, finding only a couple of dresses and a pair of track pants, but no cardigan. You didn't even have any of your jackets in the wardrobe.

You grabbed Eddie's leather jacket off the hanger and slipped it on. You had a spare sweater in your locker at school that you could change into once you got there, in the mean time your boyfriend could deal without his favourite accessory.

You'd rummaged up some breakfast, making Eddie some toast to eat the on the drive when he called out from the bedroom.

"Babe, have you seen my jacket?"

"Uh," you started, the leather feeling comfortably heavy against your shoulders. "Yes?"

"Why did that sound like a question?" He stuck his head outside the bedroom door to see you sheepishly buttering toast. "Oh, because you're wearing it."

"Sorry, I was cold and I couldn't find my cheer cardigan."

"'sfine, princess. Looks better on you anyway. You ready to go?"

It turned out that your cheer cardigan was in Eddie's van, but when you started to take off his jacket, Eddie had stopped you. "You'll be warmer in that, plus you look insanely hot."

Eddie's black leather jacket that smelt of tobacco and weed definitely went against your cheer uniform code. But your boyfriend said you looked insanely hot, so you were willing to bend the rules a little.

"What are you wearing?" Jessica asked as you sat down at in your seat for homeroom. She had her cheer cardigan on, her name embroidered neatly on the front panel.

"I couldn't find my cardigan and I was cold," you shrugged, tightening your ponytail.

"Is it your boyfriend's?" You didn't miss the judgemental lilt in her voice.

"You know his name is Eddie. And yes, it is." You were relieved the conversation was cut short when Mrs. Click waltzed into the classroom and began taking attendance.

You were glad when the day came to an end, wanting nothing more than to go back to Eddie's, cuddle up with him on the couch and watch TV. Your day had been filled with lingering stares, whispers, and judgemental questions. But you were used to it, dating Eddie.

The two of you didn't parade your relationship around the school, but your friends knew you were dating him. Not that they didn't question it every chance they got. Sarah Perry had even tried to set you up with one of the basketball players, telling you, "but your relationship isn't that serious. It's just a fling, right?"

That was three months ago, and they still didn't seem to accept that you were happy dating the town freak. You spotted Eddie waiting by his van in the parking lot.

"You should wear my clothes more often, sweetheart," Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss.

"I'm going to have to soon. I'm running out of clothes at your place." You pressed your cheek against his chest, breathing in his scent; it was grounding, standing like this in his arms. "Can we stop by my house on the way home?"

"You sure? I'd love to see you in my Metallica tee-shirt."

You smiled. You would love nothing more than to walk the halls of Hawkins High wearing an outfit that clearly said 'I'm dating Eddie Munson', but part of you wasn't ready for it. "Yeah, I better." But you could always compromise. "But maybe you could help me make a necklace like yours?"

"You want a pick necklace? Turn around." He reached behind his neck, unclasping the chain, and you turned your back to him. "I wanted to buy you a special one, like a silver heart or something cliché, but this is even better." He brushed your hair to one side, clasping the chain around your neck. "Now there's no doubt that you're my girl."

"Was there ever any?"

[moondirti]

Just wanna really love your writing and making learn new words like Dacryphilia.

Like you made sort like a mean ghost which is definitely new.

And do you have hc for ghost by any chance?

aw ur so kind! i'm definitely in the boat of people who think he wouldn't be the perfect partner. that man is fucked up beyond reason, he has some issues he'd need to get through here are some miscellaneous ghost headcanons warnings: claustrophobia, discussions of trauma (being buried alive, past abuse), mentioned intrusive thoughts, mentions of porn, manhandling, size kink, throat-fucking

SFW (kinda? these delve into trauma a bit)

I imagine he'd have pretty bad claustrophobia. It hasn't always been that way, not until he was buried alive. It's only afterwards that tight spaces become a quick trigger to either dissociation or pretty severe panic attacks. Heavy breathing, a stuttering heartbeat - to anyone on the outside, he'd look normal (if not a little too still). On the inside, though, Simon'd itching to break everything around him - broiling muscle, entirely too hot, just trying to dissuade the adrenaline he's never been taught to do anything but kill with.

He's a light sleeper. The rest of the men on the 141 knock out dead whenever they can, desperate to catch some precious moments of unconscious bliss. For him, that's a far off concept; even as a kid, Simon knew to keep one eye open at all times, just in case his dad was in one of his moods. As such, the Ghost is almost always assigned night-watch on drawn out missions. Not that he minds, he'd do whatever he can to ensure the security of his team.

He uses Clorox disinfecting wipes to remove his eye makeup. No, I will not elaborate ("It's convenient. And cheap.")

Exclusively drinks chamomile tea when he suffers a rough injury post-mission.

Cuts his own hair, but won't do it in front of a mirror. In fact, he doesn't really... look at mirrors at all. There are none at his safe house (save for the one in the bathroom, though he covered that up). No point in pondering over a dead man's face.

When he's not on the job, Simon just works out. Literally, that's all he does (until you come along, that is.) Part of it is to maintain his physique so, when he eventually gets the call for a new assignment, he isn't off his rhythm. A bigger, darker part of him knows that it's to keep his intrusive, often harmful, thoughts at bay. Either he's moving or doing something he'll sorely regret.

NSFW (for more, look to my GHOST NSFW ALPHABET)

Doesn't watch porn. It's genuinely irks him to unfathomable depths; the artificial lighting, the contrived acting, the fake moans. If he ever wants to get his rocks off, he'd resort to a brothel or a quick wank aided by his own fantasies.

He's big, and he knows it. I'm not talking dick size here - no. Simon is massive on every level, in every field. His shoulders are double the breadth of yours, he towers over you; hell, his hands could engulf yours easily should he wish to disarm you. And it's something he uses to his advantage in sex. Ghost won't ask you to move into certain positions - given he has the proper consent, he would just manhandle you to fit whatever he pleases. (More than once, you have to pitch in: I'm not that flexible, Lt or I can't fucking breathe with all your weight on me.)

A head pusher, unfortunately (or - y'know - not, depending on what you like.) Will get impatient and fuck your throat, so teasing him will land you with the consequences of tender tonsils and difficulty swallowing for the next few days.

Any chance he gets to smack your ass or thighs, he will take. Simon's rough; you can either take it or leave it.

[silv3reyedstranger]

i’d love a dating app snippet if you’re so inclined 👀

your wish is my command🫡

so to preface, this is all i have and it’s completely based off that one tumblr post with an attached screenshot that i can no longer find, so if anyone knows what i’m going on about feel free to link it in the comments! also, unfortunately tumblr likes to make single emojis large and aggressive so. apologies. please pretend that’s a very normal sized and very non-aggressive emoji😃

okay, onwards!

A cheerful ping goes off and Lena startles a little, looking up just in time to see her phone screen light up. That’s definitely not the sound for her text notifications. Okay…

Lena reaches over and unlocks the phone. 1 New Notification from Tinder. Oh. That’s quite a lot sooner than she thought she’d be getting a message.

Hi! I’m not exactly looking for a hookup right now, but my bathroom sink is currently flooding the bathroom

Lena stares at the message for a second. She reads it again. Okay. Right. Good to know, she supposes? That’s not exactly the type of message she was led to believe she would be getting on Tinder. Sam had said to expect, “Hot women sliding into your DMs looking for a good time.”

The three dots pop back up again, indicating that this kara.d is typing again. Lena leans against the counter and waits anxiously, toying at the string of the tea bag.

I know this is super random and weird, but I was wondering if I could borrow a flathead screwdriver by any chance?

Lena blinks. Now that has to be unusual. She sets her phone down on the counter, conflicted. On one hand, she does want to help. She does actually have a flathead screwdriver. On the other hand, what if this person’s an axe murderer? Or worse, just playing a prank on her?

Another message soon follows.

My neighbors are unfortunately not home and you’re the closest person to me on this app lol

Oh, great. So she’s being propositioned to (Lena’s pretty sure this doesn’t even count) as a last resort? Well, it’s not like she has anything else to do. And she knows all too well what it’s like when she doesn’t have a tool she needed on hand.

Ping.

😅

A emoji is tacked on to the end of the message, and for some reason, Lena finds herself inexplicably charmed by the person on the other end.

Should she? Or should she not? Lena sips her tea and paces her kitchen. It’s really no bid deal. She can just drop it off at kara.d’s doorstep, leave and then send a text. Yeah. That’s smart and logical. Mind made up, she replies.

Hello there, I don’t mind. Where is a good place to drop it off at?

[gojos-fr-bae]

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕯𝖔 𝕻𝖙. 2- 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖕

Pairing: CEO!Gojo x Fem!Lawyer!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, smoking, drug use, thoughts of su1c1de, panic attack, depressed Gojo

Word Count: 1.1k

H/C- home country

Minors DNI

Gojo stirred from his sleep...again.

He's waking up...again.

Why couldn't he just be at peace for once.

Suddenly he felt so nauseous. And then cam the pain. The strong, unbearable, disgusting, white hot pain.

He ran to the toilet and gagged so hard, trying so hard to throw up the food he hadn't even eaten. When was the last time he ate? He couldn't even remember that at a good time let alone when he was throwing up so hard his vision was blurring. But then again, maybe those were his tears as sobs racked his body.

Make it stop make it stop MAKE IT STOOP!

Why wouldn't it all just stop. Maybe it was the two bottles of gin he took before bed...or the five sleeping pills...or the kilo of cocaine. All he knew was that he was sitting on his bathroom floor wishing he took all the pills, maybe then they would've stopped his heart.

*Knocks*

"Satoru you're going to be late" Said Nanami, annoyed on the other side of the door.

Gojo slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his cries.

"Satoru?" Nanami tried again, voice sounding slightly more worried this time.

The lack of a response caused him to open the door, his stoic expression softening ever so slightly as he looked down at his best friend.

"Again?"

Satoru looked up at him before letting his shoulders shake, tears cascading down his face as he nodded his head.

"*sigh* Alright, let's get you cleaned up"

~

"She's here" Nanami said to Gojo, now in his office.

"Really?" the latter perked up, rising from his seat.

"Yes but if I may ask, why are you so interested in her?"

"You know she shut down my flirting?"

"And this shocked you because?"

"When last do you remember me being reject by someone with a pussy?"

"You want to go there?" Nanami asked, smirking at Gojo who rolled his eyes.

"Just tell me where she is"

"Staff room, pretty sure she's getting breakfast, you should try it some time,"

"The staff room?"

"Breakfast,"

"Oh you're soo funny"

Satoru groaned before walking out of the office to go find you. Who knows, maybe he'll get lucky today.

~

"Hey~" a deep voice whispered in your ear making you jump in shock and turn around ready to kill whoever was behind you. Unfortunately, that happened to be your new boss.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, how may I help you?"

"Not much just um... getting coffee."

"Ah, let me make you some then, how many sugars?"

"Five,"

"FIVE? What the hell, it's like you don't even want teeth."

"I guess not."

You looked at him like he had three heads before making him the coffee but putting 4 sugars instead of 5.

"So, there's a company dinner tonight for all the new staff, would love to see you there."

"Of course sir, now if you'll excuse me I have to get working."

"Please, go ahead"

"Yes sir," You said before bowing and walking away from him as fast as possible, who knows, maybe you will trip on your heels, twist an ankle and have to miss the dinner.

~

"Woah, and where are you going dressed like such a slut?" Toji asked, leaning on the frame of the bathroom door, looking you up and down while smirking.

For the dinner you chose to wear a light pink, knee length satin dress with a sweetheart neckline. You even straightened your hair and were finishing up on your makeup.

"Well if you MUST know, I'm going for a company dinner."

"Dresses like that? Might ass well just go naked and take birth control. I call dibs on Godfather."

"Yeah yeah, you're just cause ur going to be alone tonight."

"Says who? I'm going to be so busy I had to fill up on condoms."

"As if you'll use them." you snorted, walking past him to pick up your bag and leave.

"You look gorgeous by the way" He whispered, making you turn around and smile at him softly.

"Thank you"

"Uh huh, yeah now fuck off the strippers get here in ten, I don't need them seeing your weird ass, might think I'm cheating on them," He snorted, making you role your eyes and walk out of your shared apartment, wondering why you still put up with him.

~

You walked into the reserved room with a few of your colleagues, making the meeting complete. And you did your best to ignore the fact that your boss saved you the seat right beside him.

"Great! Now that we're all here and situated, I would like to raise a toast to all of you and welcome you to Gojo industries, I look forward to working with all of you. Cheers"

And while everyone was toasting, you couldn't help but notice how Gojo's hand was shaking. You also looked at his face and noticed his pupils were dilated.

"Uhm, excuse me sir, are you okay?" you whispered once everyone had settled down and were immersed in their own conversations.

"Of course, why would you ask?

"Well, it's just that you're shaking, so I was slightly concerned."

"Ah, I didn't even notice, maybe I just need some fresh air, excuse me."

He rose from his seat and made his way out of the room, but you couldn't help but notice how his breathing had sped up slightly and his shoulders tensed. Kinda of weird but then again he seemed like a pretty odd guy so you chose not to question it.

~

You were walking through the restaurant when you passed the back door and heard some heavy breathing. You slowly walked towards it and cracked the door open and shock cannot even begin to express the emotion you were experiencing at that moment.

There was your boss, squatting while leaning against the building wall. But what caused your surprise was his heavy breathing. He was shaking so violently that even though you technically hated his guts you couldn't help but worry.

"Sir? A-are you ok?"

Instead of a response, his breathing quickened. He was...having a panic attack? What the...huh?

"Uhm sir, please calm down." you said in the softest tone you could muster, putting your bag down and trying to pat his back.

"Make it stop, please" you hear him croak, his voice sounded so soft, so weak, so...broken. You'd had your fair share of panic attacks but through the lower half of them, you had Toji to be a shoulder to cry on so you know that being alone while suffering like this was hell. And because of this, you kneeled down and pulled him against you, wrapping your arms tightly around him and placing his head against your neck.

Once you did he began to sob so hard you were pretty sure it was tipping his throat raw. He grabbed your dress so hard he feared he would never be able to let go.

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Tags: @porridgesblog

© gojos-fr-bae

[joshanniesworld]

Beautiful Mistakes | k.m.g

one | two | three coming soon!

pairing: kim mingyu x reader

summary: You have a crush on Mingyu, but unfortunately, he's your older brother's best friend. Not to mention that he only sees you as a little sister. So you're stuck between confronting your feelings, getting over your crush, or being forever single.

genre: romance, fluff, university au, brother's best friend

tags/warnings: fem! reader, unrequited love, university au, very slow burn, alcohol consumption, hoshi flirting again, like two suggestive comments, pretty sure there is a curse word somewhere, mingyu is an idiot but so is reader, jeonghan is a little shit but we love him, probably has a bunch of mistakes sorry, I suck at proofreading , idk what else

word count: 3.2k words

author’s note: Did it take me a whole month just to write this? yes, it did. honestly, didn't like this part but hopefully next one is better. we finally get some progress between mingyu and reader! Reblog, like or comment if you’d like to support my work! <3

“You’re wearing…that?”

You looked at your outfit, confused. Clearly, you didn’t understand why Seungkwan and Gahyeon were judging your choice of clothes.

“What do you mean? It’s nice and simple.” You argued.

Your friends gave each other a look that probably meant they disagreed. They walked up to your closet without acknowledging you and started rummaging through your clothes.

“Hey! Don’t do that. I already made a mess, and you’ll make it worse.” Complaining, you walked towards them and tried stopping whatever they were doing.

“Look, the outfit is cute. But it’s basically what you wear every other day.” Seungkwan complained. Gahyeon agreed and showed him one of your blouses.

“What about this? Maybe with a skirt?”

“Oh yeah! That’s cute. Wait, let me find a skirt.” Seungkwan enthusiastically agreed with Gahyeon’s choice and started looking for a matching skirt. “Got it!”

He pulled a skirt from the closet and put it next to the blouse to see if it matched.

“Yup, that’s it. Here Y/N, get changed.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed both items and went into the bathroom to get changed. “Hurry up, Jeonghan is probably almost here.”

You quickly changed into the new outfit and went back into the room. Standing expectantly, you waited for their approval.

“10 out 10. You look so cute!” Gahyeon commented, and your other friend agreed. “Maybe it will finally make Mingyu ask you out. God knows it has taken him long enough.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Sure, he will.”

“Babe, have you not seen how he looks at you?” Gahyeon insisted.

“Oh yeah, he looks at her like a lovesick puppy. It’s disgusting but endearing,” Seungkwan agreed.

“Or he’s just trying to be nice.” You grabbed your phone and wallet and put them in your purse. “It doesn’t matter anyways. Can we please finish?”

“Okay, fine, whatever you say.” Gahyeon gave up trying to convince you. “Want me to do your makeup?”

You nodded and sat in front of the mirror. “Something light, though, It’s hot, and I’m going to get sweaty.”

“By the way, why is Jeonghan going with you to the party?” Seungkwan suddenly asked while he was looking through his phone.

“Mingyu said he could come too when telling me about the party.” You told him. “I begged him to say yes, and now I have to buy him coffee for two weeks.”

Seungkwan chuckled. “That sounds like Jeonghan.”

A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. From behind the door, Vernon’s head popped up, “Jeonghan is here.”

“Give me a minute; we’re almost done.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him.” He said and walked away again.

Gahyeon quickly finished the makeup and fixed your hair before sending you off. “Done, now go have fun!”

You grabbed your purse and quickly made your way outside of the room. “Got it. Bye, guys!”

Walking into the living room, you saw Jeonghan waiting with Vernon by the door.

“Hi, sunshine. Ready to go?” Your older friend asked.

“Yup. Bye, Vernon. If you guys order food, save some for me.” You reminded him. He rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Sure, have fun.”

You and Jeonghan walked out to his car and got in.

“Buckle up, kid,” Jeonghan said jokingly.

“Shut up, old man.”

When you finally arrived and the party you could hear the music from outside. A get-together, my ass.

“So, you ready?” Jeonghan asked for the last time. You sighed and gave him a thumbs up.

“Let’s go.”

You had mentally prepared for the next few hours. Loud music, sweaty bodies, lots of alcohol, and Kim Mingyu flirting with someone new.

Jeonghan walked in front of you when you went into the house. Looking around, you spotted a few familiar faces. Two of the most popular heartthrobs on campus, Jeong Jaehyun and Cha Eunwoo, were playing beer pong. By the bar, you saw Xu Minghao, who was in your art class. And tonight’s Dj, Johnny Suh, your lab partner in biology class last semester. Lee Seokmin, one of Mingyu’s closest friends, was the first to spot you. Smiling, he walked up to you.

“Y/N! You made it. Mingyu is around, but he’ll be glad to see you.” He greeted you over the loud music. “You’re Jeonghan, right? We had English class together last semester.”

“Yeah, I remember. You like pizza.” Jeonghan said, grinning.

Seokmin’s eyes widened a little in surprise and then started laughing.

“Yup, that’s me. So, you guys want a drink?” He asked, pointing to the bar.

“I’m good. I’m the designated driver.” Jeonghan passed up the offer looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m down for a drink.”

Seokmin clapped his hands excitedly and walked us to the bar. A girl was chatting with a few people around the bar while serving drinks. She quickly turned to you when she spotted Seokmin walking to the bar.

“Youngji, this Y/N and Jeonghan. Guys, this is Youngji. The unofficial bartender of the party.”

“It’s nice to finally meet Seungcheol’s sister. I’ve heard a lot from you!” She greeted you.

“My brother seems to talk a lot about me from what I’ve been told.” You said, chuckling a bit awkwardly. She and Seokmin both laughed a bit.

“Honestly, you have no idea.”

“So, drinks?” Youngji asked. You raised a hand. “What do you want?”

Honestly, you weren’t much of a drinker. It didn’t hurt once in a while, though.

“Something fruity?” You asked, unsure.

“Coming right up!” She announced as she started working on the drink.

You looked at Jeonghan, who you knew was judging you.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“I’m not dealing with puke, so if you get wasted, I’m leaving you in the street.”

You laughed a little and hit him in the arm playfully.

“Relax, I’m only going to have one drink.” You tried to reassure him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“Here you go, one fruity drink for you,” Youngji said, giving you the drink. You took a sip and tasted orange juice with a bit of alcohol. Youngji was starting as if waiting for your approval, so you gave her a thumbs up. “Glad you like it, have fun, by the way. I’m going to dance for a bit; see you around!”

“Do you guys play pool?” Seokmin asked once Youngji was gone.

“I can play. Not sure if Y/N can,” Jeonghan answered.

You shook your head, smiling a bit embarrassed. The memory of Seungcheol trying to teach you how to play last summer popped up in your head. It was better if you stayed as a viewer.

“I’ll watch.”

“Great! Hey Minghao, want to play pool?” Seokmin called for his friend.

Minghao stopped doing whatever he was doing and agreed to his friend’s request.

“Sure, I’ll get Jun to play in pairs.”

“Cool. Come on! The pool table is in the other room,” Seokmin called us to follow him.

You weren’t sure of how you ended up back at the bar. Or when one drink turned into a third drink. One moment you were watching the guys play pool, and the next, Seokmin was dragging them somewhere to do God knows what.

“Hey! You’re Cheol’s sister!” Interrupting your thoughts, you hear someone say excitedly. Turning to look for the culprit, you find Vernon’s coworker, Hoshi.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, surprised.

He laughs a little and takes the empty spot beside you.

“One of my friends invited me,” he explained. “I wasn’t planning on coming, but I’m glad I did.”

You had to admit that he was hot but endearingly cute at the same time. Last time he was wearing the coffee shop’s uniform. But this time, he wore loose jeans, a tight black tank, and a gold chain around his neck. His piercings and dyed blonde hair gave him a cool, almost punk vibe. He caught you staring at him and gave you a charming smile. Flustered, you shifted your eyes to the drink in your hands.

“So, why are you on your own?”

“Uh, well, I came with a friend. Somewhere along the way, we separated, and now I’m here.”

“Ah, I see. Mind if I keep you company?”

You chuckled and looked at him. “Isn’t it a little late to ask? You’re already sitting next to me.”

“Okay, fair enough.” He agreed, laughing.

“So, do you go here?” you ask, trying to make small talk.

“Yup, I’m a dance major. Usually, I’m in the practice rooms.”

Ah, that explained why you hadn’t seen him before.

“You know, I’ve heard a lot about you. But, I mean, to be honest, who hasn’t?”

Thank you, big brother.

“I’m going to start taking a shot every time I hear that.”

He laughed again, and you noticed his eye smile. It was so cute that it made you smile too.

“Sorry, that’s all Cheol’s fault. He’s basically the campus celebrity, so word gets around quickly.” He explained. “You two are pretty close, huh?”

“Yeah, we’re close. Our Dad wanted us to have a strong relationship despite the age difference, so he always made us spend time together.” You said, remembering how it was growing up with Seungcheol. “Don’t get me wrong, we fight about ninety-nine percent of the time. But he’s always the first person to be there for me.”

“That’s cute. It’s like my older sister and me.” You noticed he brightened up when speaking about his sister. “We fight a lot, but she’s always caring for me.”

“That’s it!” You exclaimed, clapping excitedly. Hoshi seemed confused by your sudden outburst. “Sorry, I was trying to figure out your vibes. You definitely give off little brother energy. It totally makes sense you have an older sister.”

“Ouch, did you just brother-zoned me even before I made a move?” He whined, placing a hand on his chest as if he was hurt.

You looked at him surprised but tried to play it cool by clearing your throat.

“So, what does Hoshi mean? I haven’t heard it before.”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked. It means gaze of a tiger.” He explained excitedly. “Can you guess why that’s my nickname?”

You looked at him and took a guess. “Is it because you look like a tiger?”

“Yes! I do look like a tiger, right?” He exclaimed. “You know what you just earned?”

“What?” You asked skeptically.

Smiling, he raised his hand and did a claw. “Horanghae!”

You burst laughing, and he joins you, covering his face in embarrassment.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

“You’re cute, you know that?” He asked rhetorically. You huffed, rolling your eyes, but it only made him smile more. “Do you want to dance?”

You stared at him for a minute, weighing your options. He was cute and definitely fun to be around. Plus, it was a given that he was a good dancer. But you were completely aware that by now, you were tipsy. That didn’t matter, though, because Hoshi was probably drunker than you. Why not? Jeonghan was probably having fun with some girl, and so was your crush. Sitting here for the rest of the night was a waste.

“Lead the way, tiger.”

Hoshi was indeed a good dancer. You were in the middle of the dance floor swaying to the beat of the music. Your back was pressed against his chest, and his hands were around your waist. The room felt hot, but you weren’t sure if it was due to the crowd or Hoshi’s proximity.

“Should I be concerned for my well-being?” Hoshi whispered into your ear.

Frowning, confused, you look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Kim Mingyu is staring at me like he wants to bury me.”

You follow Hoshi’s gaze. There, Mingyu stood away from the crowd with some girl. He didn’t seem interested in whatever she was saying; he was too busy staring at you and Hoshi. For a moment, your eyes crossed, but he quickly looked away. What the hell is wrong with him? Ignoring the awkward situation, you bring your attention back to Hoshi.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Right, he was clearly not planning my murder.” Hoshi scoffed. “So, you like him?”

“Hoshi,” You said, warning him about whatever he would say next. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it.”

“I’m just asking. He didn’t seem happy to see us dancing the night away. And for a moment, you seemed almost hopeful when I said he was staring.”

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it be.

“I have a crush on him, but he’s my brother’s friend. That’s it, end of the story.”

“I knew it!” Hoshi grinned. “I admit, though, I’m a bit disappointed that you like him. But now I’m curious.”

You looked at him skeptically. “What do you mean curious?” “Let’s try something.”

Hoshi’s lips were on yours before you could ask what he meant. You grabbed onto his shoulder to balance yourself. The kiss was sloppy—probably because of the alcohol—but surprisingly good. Instead of pushing him off, you decided to follow his lead. You had to admit Hoshi was a hell of a kisser. Sadly, the kiss was cut off by someone pulling you away.

“Time to go home.”

You looked up at Mingyu, surprised. Before you could say anything, the taller man dragged you away from the crowd. In the middle of the chaos, you could only catch a glimpse of Hoshi grinning and giving you a thumbs up.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You snapped at Mingyu. “I was dancing!”

He scoffed and kept walking ahead. “You seemed to be doing a lot more than dancing.”

“So what? It was just a kiss.”

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at you, annoyed. He was frowning so much you were sure he was about to pop a vain. Not that it was important. But why did he lowkey look hot when mad?

“Just a kiss? Please, you don’t just kiss people; Kwon Soonyoung doesn’t either.”

Oh, so that was his real name. Yeah, no. He looked more like a Hoshi.

“And what would you know about me kissing people?” you argued. “More than you think. Now get in. I’m taking you home.”

You were too caught up in the discussion. You hadn’t even realized you were in front of his car.

“I came with Jeonghan. I can’t leave just because you say so.”

“Jeonghan left with a girl earlier. He told me because his battery died, and he couldn’t find you.”

That little traitor. You were definitely going to kill him.

“I’ll walk, thanks.”

You held onto your purse stubbornly and started walking away.

“Y/N, get in the car,” he demanded.

“No, leave me alone!”

“Oh my God, why are you acting like a child?!”

“Because you’re treating me like one!”

You heard him take a deep breath, and for a moment, you felt guilty. But you remember he acted like an ass, and the guilt disappeared.

“Y/N, please get in the car. You’re drunk, and I want to make sure you get home safe,” he pleaded for the last time.

By the way his tone changed from agitated to concerned, you could tell he was tired of arguing.

"Fine," you murmured.

Begrudgingly, you went back to the car and got into the passenger seat without waiting for him. A few seconds later, he got in and started the car.

You both stayed quiet for a while until he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like that earlier,” he apologized.

You played with your hand and nodded.

“I’m sorry too. I wasn’t thinking straight,” You apologize back. “I’m still mad at you, though. You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked at you briefly from the corner of his eyes and turned back to look at the road.

“I know. I just got worried, okay?” He clarified.

“You don’t have to worry about me. That’s not your job.” He scoffed unamused.

“It is, though, remember? Your brother was clear on the "take care of Y/N" talk.”

“Yeah, I know. But, still doesn’t mean you can tell me who to kiss or not.” You argued back.

“Look, I know that. But it's Kwon Soonyoung. His reputation precedes him.” You must have looked at him like he had grown a second head because he quickly clarified. “Mine does too, but that’s different. I’m not trying to get into your pants.”

Yeah, that’s the problem.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.” He insisted. “You deserve a nice guy. Not some douchebag that will break your heart.”

The car stopped at a red light, and he turned to look at you. You stared at him for a little too long. Awkwardly looking away, you hoped he didn’t notice. If only he knew you wished that your nice guy was him. For the rest of the ride, you decided the buildings outside were far more entertaining than him.

Despite sharing a class together, you hadn’t seen Mingyu after he dropped you at your place. In a way, you were glad you didn’t have to deal with the Soonyoung conversation. But at the same time, you felt down not seeing him around.

“Why are you sulking?”

Startled, you looked up from your food. Kwon Soonyoung is standing in front of you, looking at you quizzingly.

“When did you even get here?” you asked, confused. “And I’m not sulking.”

Soonyoung chuckled and took the empty spot in front of yours. He grabbed the open bag of chips and shamelessly started eating them.

“So, how did it go with Mingyu?”

“To sum it up, he basically told me to stay away from you,” you explained. “Apparently, you have a reputation.”

Soonyoung looked offended by your words.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he complained. “I never lie about my intentions!”

“And what exactly are your intentions with me?”

“Originally, I was going to ask you out. Now, I’m invested in the Mingyu situation. Oh, look, Seungkwan!" He pointed at your other friend walking your way.

Seungkwan walked to your table and sat next to Soonyoung.

“What are you doing here?” Seungkwan questioned Hoshi.

“Me? I’m here for the chips.”

“I can see that,” Seungkwan mumbled. “So, Y/N, have you seen Mingyu yet?”

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way for a while.”

“Uh, that might be a problem then,” Hoshi noted.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“He’s walking this way.” Seungkwan announced.

Had there been more time, you would’ve made a run for it.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?”

You looked at Seungkwan, and Soonyoung, who were busy pretending they weren’t there.

“Mingyu, hi,” you greet him. “Um, you know Seungkwan, right? And Soonyoung?”

“Yeah, hi,” Mingyu greeted them quickly. “So, can we talk?”

Both of the boys greeted Mingyu and went back to pretending.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him.

“Um, here?” Mingyu asked, glancing at Seungkwan and Hoshi.

“Uh, yeah. Why not?”

“Okay, I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. You know?”

“Oh, I know.” Hoshi chimed in. Mingyu rolled his eyes. Seungkwan quickly covered his mouth and smiled apologetically.

“Ignore him. Carry on.”

“Mingyu, don’t worry about it. You already apologized.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, I know. I still felt bad, though.” He insisted.

“It’s fine. Really.”

“Okay, then. That’s it. I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.” You waved goodbye as he started to walk away. Suddenly, he stopped and turned back in your direction. “Wait! Are you doing the class presentation alone?”

“Oh, I was going to ask Jeonghan.”

“Can’t. I already have a partner.”

You got startled by Jeonghan’s voice, who was standing right next to you. Apparently, today was the day for everyone to sneak up on you. You frowned, confused.

“Since when? We always partner up in class?”

Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders.

“Great! We can partner up.” Mingyu cheered. “I’ll text you later so we can meet. Bye!”

And just like that, he was gone again. Crossing your arms, you stare at Jeonghan.

“Who’s this partner of yours?”

Jeonghan smirks and sits next to you. “Just someone I know from the class.”

“I bet.” You scoff.

“Can we please talk about Mingyu asking Y/N out?” Seungkwan interrupted.

“Seungkwan, he asked me to work on the presentation. How is that a date?”

“Oh, Y/N. The presentation is just an excuse to hang out.” Soonyoung explained.

“No, it’s not,” you complained.

"It is," Seungkwan and Jeonghan agreed.

“Okay, whatever. I’ve got a class in five minutes. I’ll see you later.” You say, grabbing your bag and heading for your class.

[kitashousewife]

all tucked in

an: reader is extremely based off of me because this is exactly what i do. i LUV 2 CHAT especially at the worst possible time

pairings: timeskip!daichi x fem!reader

warnings: none really, lots of fluff. v tired daichi

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a huge winter storm rolled in last night, covering your small town in a blanket of white. the kids in your neighborhood were full of excitement as this meant school would probably be canceled for a few days, considering the roads were an absolute disaster. this storm was to last until tomorrow, at the earliest, meaning your sweet husband would be much busier than normal.

daichi left for work around 5:30 this morning. it's now 9:00 pm.

you sigh, shuffling into the kitchen once more. the dinner you made sits on the stove, wrapped in foil, but you know you should just put it away. working this late, you're sure he got something for himself.

daichi loves being a police officer. being in the community safety division, he gets to help out a lot of members in your town. he comes home with a smile every day, full of stories from the people he assisted during his shift. unfortunately, the job has many downsides. right now, for example.

the crunching of snow tires rolling through your driveway grabs your attention, making you flick on the light you had just turned off. a giddy feeling fills your stomach. it's silly, you see him every day. but with this weather, and the terrible driving conditions, you feel a little more at ease that he's home safe.

"sweetheart? are you awake?" daichi's soft voice comes from the front door as he shuts it as quiet as he can.

you come around the corner, dressed in one of his t-shirts, arms open wide.

"i missed you," you mumble into his shoulder, now embraced and held in his strong arms. he pulls away and leaves a soft kiss on your lips, before taking his layers off.

"i missed you too, today was brutal." he grunts, kicking off his boots. his coat is next, followed by his snow pants, which you hang up one by one on the rack you got out for this occasion. "sorry i'm so late, i got stuck directing traffic downtown," he sighs as he finally sheds the last layer, now in his regular uniform. you pull him by the belt loops, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"don't apologize, it's okay. did you want some dinner?"

he shakes his head, despite you being a few steps in front of him.

"no, i got something for myself while i was out," he stands in the kitchen, yawning has he pulls his belt through the final loop. "i just need a shower."

you hum, walking over to him while he pulls his uniform shirt out of his tucked pants. he gives you a rather tired smile, eyes relaxed and adorned with dark circles beneath them. he's exhausted, clearly. he could have just come in and walked straight to bed, but here he is.

"come on daichi, let's get you ready for bed."

the two of you walk toward your shared room in comfortable silence, much too tired to talk. daichi's fingers dance on the walls, skimming the frames of your wedding photos that decorate them. once in the room, he makes a beeline for the bathroom.

you grab a couple towels for him before leaning against the doorway. he's in the shower now, but you just feel a little disconnected. you haven't talked to him at all today, let alone seen him.

daichi feels the same way. he hates leaving you for so long, it's one of his least favorite parts of the job. he sighs as the hot water hits his skin, followed by a loud yawn. you giggle from your spot in the doorway, which makes him smile.

"why don't you tell me about your day baby?"

"through the shower?"

he laughs, for the first time all day, he's sure. "why not? i love to hear your voice. c'mon pretty, fill me in."

you shake your head before hoisting yourself up on the counter, scooting back until you can rest up against the now very foggy mirror.

"well, work was canceled today," you start, playing with your fingers.

"because of the weather?" daichi asks through the steam.

"yeah, it was too dangerous. plus, who knows what time i would've gotten there in this mess. so i worked from home, which was nice."

the water shuts off, and soon daichi steps out with a towel wrapped around his waist. trying to not get too distracted, you slide off of the counter to grab him some pajamas.

"did you get much done? or were you too distracted?" your loving husband asks in a teasing tone before popping the top of the toothpaste off.

"actually, i was extremely productive. i ran the dishwasher, did the laundry and folded it," you pause as daichi claps for you from the bathroom. you roll your eyes before sliding into bed. "i made dinner as well, so you can have some tomorrow if you would like. it turned out pretty good."

"you know i would love to," daichi slides into bed beside you with a grunt. he switches off the lamp and pulls you close, spooning you. this is all he wanted today. with each car he directed, all he could think about was coming home to you.

"that all sounds lovely, baby. but none of that has to do with your job," he chuckles, poking your side, causing you to giggle.

"how dare you," you tease with a fake gasp, which makes him chuckle even more. "fine, fine. my real job was good too. i turned in that project i was working on, the one with my boss. did i tell you about that?"

"oh, that's great! i know you wanted to get that done." daichi's voice is a little softer now, sleep just beginning to wash itself over him. you hum.

"oh, i also spoke with my co-worker. i was assigned to help her with-oh my gosh, i forgot to tell you. our neighbor came over earlier,"

he nods behind you. "that's great,"

"it was! she just wanted to check on me and asked if i needed anything. i offered her something to drink, but she didn't want to stay. anyway, i also started a new show today. i think that you would love it. i won't spoil anything, though,"

silence from daichi follows, but you swear you feel him nod.

"the recipe i made today was a little tricky. i thought i had everything, but i guess i forgot a few things. i had to improvise a little, but it still turned out okay."

silence again. you hear him breathe deep, finally falling asleep. you snuggle in a little closer, in the safe arms of the man you love most. you feel much more at ease, much more at home. you watch the snowflakes fall in front of the window, illuminated by the street light. you pout, knowing that if the snow keeps falling, daichi will have another day like today.

you fall asleep quickly, hoping that he's by your side when you wake up.

daichi fell asleep before he could tell you, but he got the day off. after working so much lately, it's his turn for a break.

the surprise will be worth it, though.

[super-unpredictable98]

Midnight Strikes (Robert Sheehan RPF)

Word Count: 1,1 k

Warning: strong language

a/n: Just letting everyone who left me a request know, I'm working on them and thank you so much for all the lovely ideas <3

(Masterlist)

I can't wait to get out of here, it's so fuckin hot!

Your boyfriend texted around seven. It was your one year anniversary, but he had to work. Of course you understood, his job was demanding, but he loved it and so did you. Robert was meant to be home by eight, so you had everything ready for the celebration. 

There was a lasagna ready to go in the oven, homemade garlic bread, and cake for dessert. You prepared the bathroom with candles and a bath bomb so he could relax after dinner, the whole flat was spotless and you picked his favorite dress to wear. 

Twenty minutes passed, you put your romantic dish in the oven and set a timer before heading to the bedroom to get ready. The dress was blue and looked like something Donna would wear in Mamma Mia, very light and flowy. The makeup you chose was very simple and discreet, and the hair was also not too extravagant. You even got a new set of lingerie matching the dress for the occasion. 

Rob's gift was waiting for him on the sofa, a few books he'd been talking about in the last few months.

You waited until the lasagna was done and turned the oven off, leaving it in there so it would be nice and warm. You checked if the champagne you got for the celebration was chilled and set the table. 

When it was all prepared, you looked at the time on your phone, it was 8:05. You grinned in anticipation, deciding where you wanted to sit to wait for your boyfriend who should be coming through the door very soon.

Unfortunately, that's not how it went... 8:05 turned into 8:45, turned into 9:20, turned into 10:00. By then the lasagna was for sure cold and it wasn't even time for dinner anymore. 

You sent texts during this time, but there was no response, which elicited a mix of worry and anger stirring in your chest, adding to the hunger that was pretty bad already. 

Finally, at 10:25 the door opened and Rob walked in looking like hell. He was sweaty (more than usual), his hair was messy, there was eyeliner smeared around his eyes and he grunted as he usually did when his back was in pain. 

"So nice of you to join..." you said, looking up from your book 

"Shit, I knew I was late but I didn't know it was that bad," he checked his phone. "I didn't even see it, I just ran as fast as I could when they said I could go home, the tube was packed."

"There's bath stuff in the bathroom, but the candles are probably all melted by now," you folded your arms, absolutely furious even if you knew it wasn't his fault. 

Robert left his shoes by the door, walked up to the couch, and sat on the floor in front of you. He had that puppy look on his face, but didn't talk at first, knowing you probably had more to say.

"I worked on this shit all day for us to have a nice time and celebrate, by the time you're done with your shower and everything else we'll have an hour left in our anniversary at best!" Your voice cracked as you spilled the words. "That isn't fair, I know it was work and you didn't have a choice, I'm just frustrated! I already have to share you with the world, I can't even get a proper anniversary dinner."

He listened quietly as you let out your anger and on your own arrived to the conclusion that there was nothing he could've done to make things different if he wanted to keep his job. He then made sure you were done before taking your hands in his and kissing each knuckle. 

"I understand how frustrating that is, I'm sorry things didn't work out."

"I know... I am too," you sighed, seeing him so calm kinda forced you to calm down as well, it was quite nice actually.

"If you wanna celebrate another day with something different, I get it. But if you'd like to try, I can shower really quickly and we can have our dinner. Tomorrow I have the day off and I'm not leaving your side. I'll even hold your hand as you go to the toilet."

You laughed, he just knew how to de-escalate the situation. He wasn't always like that, but the talent to make you no longer mad was definitely there. 

Robert took a shower and changed into something nice, not a suit, but nice by his hippie standards. He even put on a scarf and fixed his hair to look just the way you like it. 

"You look so handsome," you smiled, holding out the gift box for him. "I hope you like it."

He opened it and his eyes lit up. "Thank you, y/n! So comforting to know you're listening when I'm rambling about books and movies and shit," he chuckled. "Now it's my turn."

Rob opened his bag by the door and pulled out a plastic bag, not a very promising wrapping job, but when you opened it, you forgot all about that. Inside there was the white and blue coat Klaus wears for season two of Umbrella Academy. Every detail was perfect, even the embroidery work. 

"Robbie! This is so beautiful, I can't believe you did this."

"You always mention how much you love these outfits so I had a replica made in your size," he grinned proudly. "I was between this and the black furry one from season one, but I'll get that one for your birthday."

You pulled him into a fierce hug, he really put so much care into it, he certainly looked forward to this night as much as you did. Suddenly, the time didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was that he was there.

"Thanks for being understanding today," Rob murmured, taking your hand as he happily ate his dinner. He was clearly starved from waiting so long.

"It wasn't your fault, don't worry about it."

"Hey, can I tell you a secret?" He asked with a little smirk.

"What?" You chuckled, half expecting some joke or gag, but he just took your hand and brought it to his lips again. 

"It was past midnight when I asked you to be my girlfriend." 

"What? No it wasn't!" You gasped.

He nodded as he chewed, completely sure of what he was saying. "I'm serious, my bedside clock was wrong, I remember cause I had to change it after I was late for work the next day. So technically, it's still our anniversary."

"Oh... happy anniversary then." 

"Happy anniversary, love."

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