#I'm still waiting for the other pink one and then i SWEAR I'm not buying any more

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So I have a small confession...

I added ONE more i-dog to the family 😔 This one for now is purely a display piece, I got it cheap for parts and one look at the battery compartment tells me it's wayyy past a "quick fix," but I don't have the heart to strip it just because the red ones are a bit rare. They were Target-exclusive so it's not a color you see often. If I get to the point of being able to fix or refurbish them more confidently I might take the chance of cracking it open but for now it's just here to chill.

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Falling for the Forbidden

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x female!princess reader (Pedro Pascal Gladiator II)

Word Count: 1,574

Summary: Having to hide your love away is difficult and each day it becomes more so...especially when all eyes are on the General.

Author's Note: I swear I will stop...someday. He's too gorgeous and perfect and with the trailer today I nearly died. This is along the lines of my other two stories I've written for him, A Warrior's Heart and Forbidden. You do not need to read them with this one but they are all the same reader. Thank you all so much for enjoying with me! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy! 😍

PS If anyone has any ideas they want to throw my way, feel free. Thank you 😘 Also, I'm trying to do my research but if I make any historical mistakes, I apologize.

Warnings: there's always soft sweetness under it all, tension, semi-public sex (although at that time I don't think it mattered much haha) but they are sneaking around!

This gif below is NOT MINE it's from @a7estrellas and I've linked the post! Thank you for gifting us with such beautifulness!

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

The streets of Rome are bustling with life. The market vendors’ loud voices ring out over all else and the smell of various wares fills your nostrils. Every time you walk by a stall the merchant shouts at you to buy something, shaking a fresh juicy fruit or something that catches the dying sun and sparkles like a diamond.

With a polite smile you decline and pull your hood higher up over your head, hoping to just slip through the crowd without notice.

Night dances along the horizon, casting long shadows onto the stone streets and filling the sky with pale pink and orange.

You pass by a fruit stand with baskets of sweet apples, red and shiny. Watching the vendor, you wait for a distraction and grab an apple, quickly stuffing it into the wide arm of your cloak.

Without a glance back you disappear into the darkness between the large stone pillars of a nearby building and press your back tightly to the wall. Your breathing stills and you wait.

Long minutes seem to pass in silence and just as you’re about to give up hope a large and strong hand closes around your wrist and yanks you away from the wall and down into the shadows of an alcove.

“Since when does the princess steal?”

His voice is smooth and deep, purring into your ear while he reaches inside your cloak to retrieve the apple.

You pluck it from his fingers and take a small bite, savoring the sweetness with a matching saccharine smile. A small trickle of juice slips from your mouth and down your chin. His dark eyes watch before he presses his lips to your skin and gently sucks the juice clean.

The apple drops from your hand and rolls further into the darkness, the sun nearly kissing the horizon and hiding you both away in the shadows.

His lips move to your ear and lightly graze the soft spot just below. You shudder at the contact, grabbing onto his biceps when his mouth continues and ghosts along the column of your neck.

“How many nights has it been?” he asks, running his hands under your toga and pressing his fingers between your legs, “since I last had you.”

Your eyes close and you sway into his embrace.

“Too many.”

Your low moan echoes in the emptiness of the hidden spot and he stops his movements.

“Far too many,” he whispers as he removes his hand and grabs your wrists between his large fingers.

He raises your hands above your head and leans down to capture your lips. You struggle weakly, needing to touch him, but he shakes his head and tightens his hold.

“We cannot do this here,” you gasp as he presses his hardness along your stomach.

His lips move down and across your collarbone and his free hand reaches down to slowly pull apart the fabric that covers your skin. He repeats the action until he reveals your bare breasts, hungrily licking his lips before he closes them around your nipple.

Your knees buckle slightly, and you moan out his name.

“Shhh princess,” he whispers against your skin.

“More Marcus. Please.”

He takes his time, teasing, licking, and sucking until your body is aching then he lifts you so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

Your hands immediately delve into his hair, roughly dragging his mouth down to yours as he presses your bodies together more firmly.

The sounds of a raucous and drunken mob grow louder, and you tense against him. You hold your breath and a long a long stretch of time passes before you meet his eyes.

“Marcus. We should not do this.”

You halfheartedly try to push him away, but he holds his ground.

“I cannot wait another moment,” he growls. “I cannot go another night without you.”

Your eyes hold his gaze, but you don’t answer.

“Please,” he murmurs.

Your fingers stroke his cheek, idly tracing the raised skin of a scar that lines his jaw.

“I can never seem to deny you.”

He lets one of your legs fall gently to the ground and his fingers ghost up your thigh. A low hiss escapes his mouth when he feels how wet you are.

“I do not think you ever want to my love,” he whispers into your neck.

With quick and quiet movements, he frees himself, hiking your leg higher around his waist before he pushes in deep.

Your simultaneous moans are lewd, and you hear the crowd growing closer. It makes him push into you harder.

He kisses you hard and fast then covers your mouth with his hand but keeps his eyes locked on yours as he draws himself all the way out. Your strangled sounds make him smile and he rewards you with a deep thrust.

You’re gasping and your fingers search for something to hold on to, every roll of his hips making your muffled moans louder.

His words are soft against your ear when he whispers, “do you feel how perfectly you fit around me? Nothing feels better than this.”

Your only answer is a nod of your head and when he moves harder and faster you silently beg for more.

“I want you to remember what you do to me. Tonight, when you’re alone in your chambers…and the next morning when you ache between your legs.”

His words have you teetering on the edge and now the intoxicated group is just on the other side of the wall. He lifts his hand from your mouth and covers it with his lips, swallowing your strained whimpers as your body tenses and tightens all over.

Your hands fall from his curls and grab his broad shoulders, holding tightly when his final thrusts stutter and slow. He spills his warmth inside you, and he opens his eyes, resting his forehead to yours.

The oblivious voices start to fade as they move away, and you catch your breath as the quiet blankets the night once again.

He reaches for your hand and lifts it between your bodies, delicately kissing your palm before turning it over and brushing his lips across your knuckles.

You inhale softly and whisper his name.

“I should like to see you reach the palace safely.”

Your expression softens even more, and you trace his lips with your fingertips.

“And I should like to have you in my bed every night.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, the gesture laced with pain, and carefully unwinds your leg from his waist and sets you down on unsteady feet.

The next day passes far too slowly, and your mind is constantly occupied by thoughts of last night. You’re jolted out of your reverie by a familiar voice.

“Princess,” General Acacius greets.

Turning, you catch a glimpse of him standing with a group of gladiators fresh from training. His chest is bare, and you follow the line of strong muscle to where a dark trail of hair disappears under his canvas loincloth.

When your eyes-finally- reach his face, your breath catches in your throat at the look in his eyes.

Then those eyes rake over every inch of you and even though you’re completely covered in your royal attire, you feel completely naked. His expression is as intense as his touch and you wonder, if he continues to stare in such a way, will your skin ignite?

You try to fix your face into something that camouflages that you’re mentally cataloging the way his chest heaves with his quickened breaths, the way his hands fist at his sides and cause the muscles in his forearms to flex and strain, and the way his neck and shoulders are tense as beads of sweat drip down his glistening skin.  

His tongue darts out to trace his lips and he quietly dismisses the others with a growled command. They walk off silently but not before throwing their covetous eyes your way.

The General draws his sword.

“I would not have you look at the princess in such a way…” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

They turn their eyes to him, narrowed and glaring before stomping away with quiet mutterings.

Once they’re out of sight he walks briskly down the hall, waiting in a shadowed recess until you follow.

He grabs you, spinning you out of sight until he has you caged against the cool stone wall. His breath is warm and heavy against your cheek.

“Marcus,” you gasp, fighting to control your own breathing. “Not here. And especially after that…what were you thinking?! It is too dangerous.”

His grip tightens and he bends slightly, kissing your lips softly.

“Then do not tempt me with a look like that again.”

Your hands reach for his shoulders, and you run your fingers across their broad width before tracing his chest and stomach.

“Then you should not tempt me with such…magnificence.”

His scoff is muffled against your skin, and he pulls away to take your face in his hands, softly brushing his thumb across your lips.

“Magnificence…my princess, there is nothing in this world to rival your beauty. You are…stunning.”

His name falls from your parted lips in a whisper, and he kisses you softly, gliding his nose along your cheek until he meets the soft shell of your ear.

“Have you thought of last night?”

You tilt your face and find his lips again. “With every step I take.”

@hiddles-rose @tripletstephaniescp @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50

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happy ending

member — husband!junhui x f reader genre — angst, fluff, hurt/comfort word count — 6.6k synopsis — a pointless argument escalates until both of you need some space, but it couldn't come at a worse time. warnings — female reader, planned pregnancy, there's a big argument but i tried to not make it too toxic (jun and reader have a happy & healthy relationship i promise), swearing, there is a happy ending lots of fluff !! notes — requested by anon — this has been sitting in my drafts for months bc every time i look at it i get shy and wanna change my mind but i'm proud of how this turned out so i'm posting it finally! i know pregnancy fics aren't everyone's favorite but this was honestly very comforting to write so i hope anyone who chooses to read can find comfort in it as well <3 also the last time i proofread this was like april and if i try to proofread it rn i'll get shy again and chicken out so if there's any mistakes pls ignore! i hope you enjoy :)

you sat on the bathroom floor, trying to comprehend the weight of the news you held in your hand. you couldn’t believe it. you could? you couldn’t. 

after many months of trying to start a family with your husband, you had finally succeeded. the slim plastic stick with two tiny pink lines was the last piece of evidence you needed. it had been months of carefully tracked cycles, fertility doctors, and new positions that seemed too weird to actually do anything. but now, everything was finally falling into place.

you don’t know exactly how much time you spend sitting on the floor and staring at the pregnancy test; thinking, planning, and thinking some more. but when you finally stand up and place the positive test on the counter with shaking hands, it still hasn’t fully sunk in yet what’s happening. something you’d wanted for so long, and finally it was all right in front of you.

what do you do now? no— you know exactly what you need to do, and it’s a long list of things. the real question is, where do you begin?

you thought back to all the videos you’d watched over the last few weeks. somehow every social media algorithm knew exactly what you wanted to see, and it had given it to you in abundance; baby showers, gender reveals, those “get ready with me - new mom edition” videos. all getting your hopes up before you could confirm whether or not it had finally happened.

with your hopes high and expectations even higher, you were already beginning to plan how you would break the news to junhui. as your husband and your soon-to-be baby’s father, of course you wanted him to be the very first person to know, so you couldn’t wait too long to tell him. you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

maybe you’d get a little gift box and give the test to him before dinner. but, then again, it was literally a piece of plastic you’d peed on. surely you could give him… something a little nicer than that.

maybe you could buy a baby outfit and wrap it up for him. but you remembered he’d mentioned so many times about how excited he would be to pick out clothes once you got pregnant. you would want him to have the honor of picking out the very first one, going to the store together and looking through the whole section before finally settling on the perfect one.

what else was there you could do? bake a cake? make a crossword puzzle? buy him a t-shirt that says “dad-to-be”? so many ways you could do it, but none of them seemed perfectly right.

from the other room you hear the door opening, and hurriedly you stuff the test into a drawer, not wanting to tell him just yet. you need a plan first; waiting another day or two couldn’t hurt, so you’ll just have to figure out how to tell him later.

you flip off the bathroom light and stride into the hallway, barely able to contain the grin on your face. you’ve always been terrible at keeping secrets, and with news as big and exciting as this you have no idea how you’re going to be able to hide it from him for more than a minute.

but luckily you don’t have to wonder about it for long, because as soon as you see jun you can already tell he’s in a sour mood. 

you know it’s usually best to let him have some time alone when he’s upset, but not for too long because he starts getting frustrated with himself and won’t stop working until he’s exhausted.

but you’re still on a high after everything today, so you decide on being a little bit sweeter to him in the hopes that your happiness will be contagious and that it’ll lift his spirits, despite what was probably a really awful day at work.

you find him sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, long fingers pressed against his eyes trying to block out the light.

“hey, junnie,” you call out, sitting down in a chair next to him. “bad day?”

“yeah,” he answers shortly.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you hum, putting your hand on his shoulder, but he flinches and your hand falls away in surprise. he’s never done that before. weird. you try something else. “um, any requests for dinner?”

“not hungry.”

“alright. well, i guess i can cook up some veggies and leave them out, you can heat them up whenever you get hungry.”

he moves his hands away from his face and onto the table, sighing as he leans back in his chair. “can you just— leave me alone for a while? i’m sorry.”

you nod and stand up. “no, it’s fine. i get it. i’ll bring you some tea later then, maybe. text me when you’re feeling better.” you reach out and gently touch his hand before walking away, leaving him alone at the table.

it’s definitely one of his worser days, you note, so you retreat to your bedroom to watch more videos on your phone, trying to bring back your excitement from earlier. hopefully later he’ll be more open and you can sit down and eat something, and maybe by then you’ll have come up with a good way to tell him the news.

an hour passes and you come out of your bedroom to look for jun, having a question from one of your friends about the dinner you’d arranged to have together next week. but he’s no longer in the kitchen, so you peek your head into his office room and find him exactly where you expect him to be, trying to work himself to death.

you clear your throat before you enter, not wanting to startle him again. “hey, junnie, i know you’re in a bad mood, and i’m sorry to interrupt, but—”

“what do you want?” he snaps, never turning around from his desk. just from the way he’s hunched over his computer, he looks like the most stressed you’ve ever seen him, and your chest tightens with worry before your brain registers what he’s just said to you.

“i— excuse me?”

“i said, what do you want?” he repeats, still facing away from you.

you resist the urge to glare at him, knowing he’s probably under a lot of pressure, and you aren’t trying to add to it. “you don’t have to be rude, jun. i just came in here to double check about next weekend, minghao’s texting me.”

he finally lifts his head, slamming his hand down on the desk. “i’m really trying not to snap at you, but— jesus, you make it so fucking hard sometimes.”

you raise your eyebrows in disbelief, your voice lifting in tone. “well, i’m so very sorry to inconvenience you then, but i really don’t appreciate you talking to me like that, jun.”

“and i don’t appreciate you talking to me like i’m a child! when will you get it through your head?”

his comment stings, but you brush it off. “well, maybe if you’d just talk to me like an adult instead of throwing a fit and hiding in your office then i wouldn’t have to treat you like one!” you’re starting to get tired of how he retreats in on himself every time bad shit happens. all you want to do is let him know he doesn’t have to do it alone, and he’s just… exploding at you for no reason, so you don’t try to hide the snarkiness behind your words.

he scoffs angrily and stands up, towering over you at his full height. “oh, grow up! you’re so moody all the time and you expect me to just put up with it! as if i don’t have enough other shit to worry about, i have to worry about what you think of this and that and everything all the damn time!”

you’ve never seen him get so angry like this, and it’s almost scary how completely different this jun is from the jun you know and love. “okay, jun, fine, i’ll just—”

“no, don’t fucking “jun, fine” me. it’s like you’re doing it on purpose at this point, you act like everything is just so perfect and then when it’s not you act like it’s your job to fix everything! you can’t fix everything!”

“i said fine! just forget it, i’ll leave you the hell alone like you always want!”

he pushes past you and crosses the room in two strides, grabbing his keys off the hook by the door, his hand already on the doorknob. “i need to get some air. i’ll be back later.”

you fold your arms over your chest, trying to look unphased but inside your heart is breaking. “you’re really gonna walk out like that? you’re just gonna run away from this? real mature, junhui.”

he spins around, and the look in his eyes is cold. “if i don’t get out of this house right now i’m gonna say something i actually regret.”

and in a flash the door is slammed shut and jun is gone. you can hear his car starting up in the driveway, and seconds later everything is dead silent.

you stand frozen in front of the door, unable to move. you can’t believe it. you can’t. what just happened?

jun has never just… walked out like that.

his words ring in your ears; though your argument wasn’t very long, a lot was said in a very short time and you can’t even begin to think about how to process it as it starts to hit you all at once.

say something he actually regrets? what the hell does that mean? so he’s saying he doesn’t regret everything else, the cursing and the anger and the pointed words that were clearly meant to hurt you?

minute after long minute passes and you realize he’s not coming back anytime soon. finally you drag yourself away from the door, dropping down on the couch in a daze.

there’s never been a time where you and jun haven’t made up immediately after an argument. sure, maybe you take a little bit to cool down in your own space, but neither of you like letting the tension sit unresolved for very long. so what was it this time that made him leave without even a goodbye?

so many reasons, so many excuses, so many words you could’ve said instead. you shouldn’t have reacted like that, you shouldn’t have kept it going, you should’ve just left him alone. would that have made him stay? if you’d backed down sooner and just let him work through it on his own?

despite all the what-ifs and the doubts in your mind, your conscience won’t allow you to let him worry about everything by himself without at least offering your help. you’re a team, husband and wife, and you’ll be damned if you let him forget that. maybe you trying to help actually made things worse in the end, but at least you know you tried… right?

it’s not until you check your phone and realize that jun’s been gone more than half an hour that you finally let yourself cry. you’d been so focused on worrying about where jun was and whether he was okay that you’d barely even thought about what might happen after this.

will he just… come back and pretend nothing happened? will he come back and still be angry at you? it would almost be worse if he was calm and acted like everything was normal. would he even apologize? would you even apologize? of course you would. both of you said things that were fucked up, and you’ll be the first to admit it if it means this whole thing can be over. right now all you want is to have junhui back.

the tears keep falling but you don’t even feel yourself crying, your face rigid as the tears continue to stain your cheeks.

after an hour you force yourself to get up off the couch and move somewhere, anywhere around the house to try and get your mind off things. but you can’t erase his voice from your head, the look in his eyes as he walked out the door and the way his shoulders hunched from anger mixed with exhaustion.

you find yourself back in your bedroom and you fall onto his side of the bed, wishing you would wake up to find that this has all just been a very bad dream.

it’s after 10pm when you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand and you sit up in a panic, scrambling to see if it’s something from jun. your eyes sting from crying so much, and you blink away the remaining tears as you unlock your phone with shaking hands. your heart drops even further when you realize it is, in fact, from jun, but not the news you want to hear.

you let your phone slip out of your grasp, tumbling to the carpet with a thud. when he’d said he’d be back later you had assumed that meant he’d be coming back tonight. clearly you thought wrong.

tomorrow seemed so far away; too much time to spend alone in a house that was supposed to be filled with happy memories, but now all you felt was pain. you felt it in your chest and in your stomach and in your head and everywhere. the whole room was suffocating, heavy weight crushing down on you from every angle.

you slide to the floor and pick up your phone. you don’t text junhui back. you’re not sure anymore if he’d even read your message. 

instead you type in your friend seokmin’s phone number, listening to the line ring as you wipe the back of your hand across your eyes.

as soon as he picks up, he can hear the anguish in your voice and he’s begging you to tell him what’s wrong, but all you can muster up is a soft, “can i stay with you tonight?” because you can’t bear to be in this house another second without junhui. 

and of course he says yes, and of course he’s immediately on his way over to pick you up. and of course he stops at mcdonald’s on the way back to his house to buy you something to eat, because you haven’t eaten and even though you don’t particularly have much of an appetite right now, seokmin would rather die than let you skip a meal, especially on a night like tonight when you could really use something to keep you going.

you throw your overnight bag on the floor of seokmin’s living room with a small sigh. in a haze you’d tossed in whatever items you thought you might need; a toothbrush, pajamas, something to wash your face with. 

he gives you space for a while as he pulls out the folding bed part of the couch and brings out blankets and pillows for you to sleep with. you don’t say it, but you really appreciate his help. he’s been one of your best friends for so long, and you don’t know what you’d do without him. 

you hadn’t thought about it while you were packing, but as you stand in seokmin’s bathroom you think about the cleanser you’d grabbed; your favorite one, the one jun had gotten you for your birthday last year and you’d never switched to another brand since. 

every single thing reminds you of him, and you push down a fresh wave of emotion as you scrub the foam into your skin, trying to wash away all your tears.

when you’re done getting ready for bed you find seokmin in the living room with a pot of tea. he was just trying to help, but unluckily for him, he’d made green tea. it was your favorite… but it also happened to be jun’s favorite.

and this time you can’t hold back your tears, and seokmin is sitting wide eyed and bewildered, wondering why you’re crying over tea, but he doesn’t ask. he just reaches out to let you hug him, and you squeeze him so tightly you know it must hurt, but he doesn’t say anything, just lets you hug him as hard as you can and lets your tears stain his t-shirt.

it takes another half hour for you to calm down enough to talk. you’d spent the time watching whatever was on tv, not really paying attention and instead playing everything back in your mind. seokmin had just sat next to you, quietly keeping you company until you were ready.

“jun and i… had a fight,” you say finally, interrupting the commercial playing on the screen.

“i figured,” he says, offering you a comforting smile as he mutes the tv. “do you wanna talk about it?”

“i don’t know. there’s not much to talk about.” you take a shaky breath, remembering it all one more time. “we both said some awful things that we didn’t mean. at least, i know i didn’t mean them. then he just… left, and he texted that he’d come home tomorrow. that’s it.”

you don’t tell him about the pregnancy test. you’ve mentioned once or twice that you and jun had been interested in starting a family, but you’d never gone into detail about it and you weren’t going to now. you still wanted jun to be the first person to know, even though you didn’t know when that might be anymore.

you tell him about other things instead, about your day at work and your plans for the weekend. eventually you finish your tea, and seokmin retreats to his own room and shuts the door with a quiet click, leaving you alone in the quiet of his living room.

it takes you a long time to fall asleep, but soon your exhaustion catches up with you and you let yourself rest, physically and emotionally drained. at least the silence here isn’t as bad as the silence at your house.

across town in his friend seungcheol’s guest bedroom, jun can’t stop tossing and turning. he’s fucked up, he knows he fucked up, big time.

why did he leave? he shouldn’t have left. you had been absolutely right, he was running away from everything and it was stupid and dumb and immature. but in that moment all he could think about was what the next awful thing he might say to you was, and he knew if he had stayed for any longer he wouldn’t have been able to stop what came out of his mouth. he was out of control, and immediately he knew it.

not even the worst day in the world could make you deserving of all the things he said to you. you were the only thing that wasn’t bad in his life; even on shitty days like today, all you did was care about him. and all he did was hurt you.

jun barely sleeps that night, finally forcing himself out of the extra bed at dawn. he’d been too anxious to sleep, too frustrated with himself to do anything other than think about everything he did and wonder if you were okay without him.

he’d already gotten an earful from his friend last night, and he knew he was still in big trouble. the things he said wouldn’t just go away overnight. in fact, they’d probably gotten worse by leaving them to build up overnight, and again he’s kicking himself for ever leaving in the first place.

he packs up his things as quickly as he can, eager to get home and see you again. on his way out the door, he thanks seungcheol for letting him stay the night and he apologizes for bothering him so late.

“i’m not the one you need to apologize to. you better figure out how to fix this, jun.”

with a straight face he nods, bowing his head as he closes the door.

in his car, jun takes the long way home, trying to find an open grocery store. he knows it won’t make up for how he acted, but the very least he can do it buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

he walks through the aisles, basket in hand, trying to think of something else for you. maybe he’ll get the ingredients he needs to make your favorite dinner tonight; he hadn’t eaten last night, though you had offered to cook for him and he’d shot you down.

he feels another pang of guilt at the thought, remembering yet another kind gesture you’d tried to give him that he’d brushed off like it meant nothing. it meant everything to him, and in the middle of the frozen vegetables aisle he swore he wouldn’t ever do it again. 

he’d taken you for granted, and he was so lucky that things hadn’t ended worse than they did. he could’ve said something truly unforgivable, or he could’ve even lost your relationship altogether. but he was still yours, and you were still his, and he would just have to work extra hard to make sure you knew how sincere he was.

he’d been a little worried that you hadn’t texted him back last night, seeing that you’d read his message but never responded. you were probably still hurt, and he didn’t blame you; still, he’d hoped you would say something back.

with grocery bags loaded full of ingredients for dinner and the special things he’d bought for you, the drive back home feels a little more hopeful.

he plans out everything he’ll do in the car. he’ll bring the groceries in and put them away quickly; it’s still fairly early in the morning, so hopefully you won’t be awake yet. he’ll arrange your flowers all nice in a pretty vase, and he’ll come in and wake you up with the best apology of his life and hopefully a really big hug. after the last 24 hours he really could use a hug, and he’s sure you could too. and then he’ll explain how sorry he is and how he didn’t mean any of it and then everything will be better again. yes, everything will be okay.

the first part of his plan goes perfectly. he sneaks into the house and when he’s met with silence he continues putting everything away, quietly so he won’t wake you up in the other room. then, he puts the flowers in a vase and with everything in place, he walks down the hallway to finally face you.

but when he twists the bedroom door handle, the bed is made and the room is empty. you aren’t there.

he frowns, leaving the room and poking his head into the bathroom, then his office. he calls your name loudly, hoping you’re just in a corner of the house and you’ll come out once you hear him. but no reply.

he goes back into the living room and sets the vase down on the coffee table, trying to think. you aren’t usually up this early, but maybe you hadn’t been able to sleep and you’d gone out for a walk, or maybe you’d gone to the store to get more cereal? 

a sinking feeling rises in his chest, and he walks back into the bedroom to confirm something, sliding open the closet door to check. your overnight duffel bag is gone.

he ducks back into the bathroom to check something else. your toothbrush isn’t sitting in the jar like it usually is. he slides open the bathroom drawer to check one more thing, and—

his hand freezes on the knob, staring at something in the drawer that wasn’t there before. he’s not sure it is what he thinks it is, but either way there it is, clear as day in front of him: a little white piece of plastic, sticking out from underneath a tissue. 

gingerly he pulls it out, holding it up to the light to see it better. when he sees the two pink lines he nearly drops it in shock, but he stops himself, setting it gently on the counter instead.

this is something special, something precious, and he knew he had to take care of it. you’d saved it for a reason; you could’ve easily just thrown it away once you knew the results, but you had kept it instead. were you going to give it to him?

he covers his mouth with his hand, still staring at the stick sitting on the edge of the sink. it was just a cheap piece of plastic, but to him it was the most important thing in the entire world.

he deflates when he realizes you’d probably been planning on telling him last night, before he’d blown up at you. if he’d been paying attention to anyone other than himself, he would’ve noticed your mood was happier than usual, your face glowing with contained excitement. he should’ve been paying attention.

there’s a sense of urgency in his stride as he dashes around the house, looking for any other sign of you, but it’s clear you weren’t there. there were so many places you could be, he can’t even begin to think of where to look. your parents, friends, family; hell, you could even have stayed in a hotel, alone and upset. he should’ve been there. none of this should’ve ever happened.

immediately he presses the speed dial for your phone, but of course– no answer. he calls again, and again you don’t pick up. he curses, resisting the urge to slam his phone down on the table in frustration. no, he has to stay calm. that’s what got him into this whole fucking mess in the first place.

he remembers that your parents are out of town on vacation, so you probably wouldn’t have gone there. you wouldn’t have gone to a hotel because you always lecture him about the importance of saving money “just in case”, so you wouldn’t have paid to stay somewhere. your sister is still in college and shares an apartment with three other people, so probably not the best idea either. 

that narrows it down to one of your friends’ houses; seokmin, who lives a couple blocks away, or joshua, who lives on the other side of town.

he figures seokmin is his best bet, so jun takes a deep breath and finds the contact in his phone.

“what do you want?” seokmin’s usually cheery voice has an edge to it today, and jun knows he’s picked right.

“is she there?” he asks anxiously.

“she is,” he confirms, and jun exhales, letting out the breath he had been holding in. “but she’s asleep still. i’ll let her know you called.”

“wait,” jun adds quickly.

the line is silent for a moment, and he’s afraid seokmin’s already hung up, but finally he gets a response. “what is it?”

"can i–are you sure? please," jun pleads. if he could just talk to you, just explain what happened and that he's so fucking sorry—

“hold on,” seokmin says, and the phone goes quiet again.

jun’s heart is in his throat as he waits for a response, and he stops when he finally hears your voice. “hello?”

he breathes a sigh of relief. “sweetheart. i’m so sorry.”

you don’t reply, so he continues.

“i’m glad you’re okay,” he starts, trying to put the right words together. “i shouldn’t have said any of that last night, and i shouldn’t have left. i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry.”

“thanks” is all you say, and he hates how small and sad your voice sounds. it’s his fault you sound like that.

“i found your test,” he bursts out, unable to hide his excitement any longer.

“oh." you pause, swallowing. "so… you know.”

“yes, i do know, baby. i’m so sorry, if i had known before—”

you cut him off, your tone suddenly rising with anger. “‘if you had known?’ so you won’t yell at me if i’m pregnant, but you’re just fine with yelling at me when you think i’m not? is that the only reason why you’re even apologizing to me right now?"

“no— fuck, no, of course not. i shouldn’t yell at you, period. and i’m not going to ever again.” jun pauses for a second, rubbing his hand over his eyes. he’s done nothing so far but make everything worse. “i really messed up, honey, and i’m sorry. i can’t say it enough. but— please, come home. i don’t want to talk over the phone.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will away the tears that threaten to fall again. you don’t want to cry about this anymore. “okay,” you say finally. “i’ll be home in a little while.”

“thank you,” jun says, and the way his voice breaks makes your heart sink. you can tell he feels awful about everything, and you do really, really miss him.

“…i love you," you add, changing your mind at the last second.

“i love you, too!” he says immediately. “i love you, too, honey. text me when you’re on your way.”

“i will.”

he says “i love you” twice more before you end the call. you sit in silence for a second, processing everything before you stand up off the couch and head to seokmin’s room to give him back his phone.

"can you take me home now, please?" you tell him softly, and immediately seokmin stands up and hugs you, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"of course. let me know when you're ready."

half an hour later you find yourself in the front seat of seokmin’s car once again, this time sitting nervously in his driveway as he puts your bag in the trunk for you. you're still not sure if you're ready to face jun yet, but you know you have to.

reluctantly you unlock your phone and open your text messages with jun, your eyes landing on the text he'd sent last night that had gone unreplied. with shaky fingers you type out that you're leaving seokmin’s house, and jun replies almost instantly with a long string of heart emojis.

seokmin gets into the car and starts it, and you exhale and set your phone in the cupholder.

"are you okay?" he asks, turning to look at you. "because you can always let me know if you need anything. anytime, day or night."

"i'm alright," you say, taking a deep breath. "i'm fine. but thank you, seok. i really appreciate everything."

he smiles, shifting the car into reverse. "of course. it's no problem at all."

the second he hears the car pull up outside the house, jun jumps up off the couch, smoothing his shirt down anxiously. through the window he watches seokmin hand you your bag and close the trunk, giving you one last hug before he gets back in the car. he doesn't drive away until you're at the front porch, and with a deep breath jun swings open the door, before you can even knock.

you both stand there in silence for a second before he blurts out another apology. "i'm sorry," he rushes to say. "i'm really sorry."

you give him a weak smile. "can i maybe… get in the house, first?" you ask quietly, motioning with your free hand at the doorway.

"yeah, i— yeah, shit, of course," jun says as he practically jumps out of your way, holding the door open for you to walk inside.

you set your bag on the floor by the couch as he closes the door behind you. the sound of the lock clicking seems too loud in the uncomfortable silence that settles over the room.

"can… can i give you a hug? please?" he asks, and you stay quiet but nod. 

he closes the distance between you in one stride and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly and holding you close to his chest. "i'm so sorry, honey. i didn't mean any of it. i promise."

"i believe you," you finally manage, your voice a little muffled from how he's pressing you against him.

he doesn't say anything more, just holds you and holds you, and it feels so good to be home where you belong. there's a lot that needs to be said, but for right now you don't need any more words. you're just glad to be back together again.

after a while you pull your head away from him so you speak. "i'm sorry."

"why are you apologizing? you didn't do anything wrong, baby. i'm the one that needs to be apologizing."

you shake your head. "no. i said some things last night, too. granted, not as bad as you, but…"

jun breaks out into a grin at your joke, and you feel your mood start to lighten. "…which is true. and i'm sorry."

"jun, you can stop apologizing now. i get it, you're sorry. you don't have to tell me a million times," you say, trying to laugh a little.

now it's his turn to shake his head. "well, i'm going to anyway. because i am sorry." you look away from him, feeling embarrassment start to boil up, but he continues talking. "i'm serious. i'll say it as many times as it takes to make it right."

you turn your head back to him, struggling to keep a straight face. "why did you leave, jun?" you ask softly.

he takes a deep breath, and still trapped in his arms you can feel his chest expand with the breath. 

"it was stupid," he says finally. "i left because i didn't want to stay and risk hurting you more. but i realize i did that anyway, by leaving. i was just… i needed some air. but i shouldn't have stayed away, and i'm not gonna do that again. i won't do it, ever again."

"i just don't want you to leave me," you manage, trying and failing to hide the crack in your voice as you feel your eyes start to well up with tears.

he hugs you tighter and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head, gently smoothing your hair with his thumb. "i know, baby, i'm sorry. i'm not going to, i promise."

you don't respond, but you know he's telling the truth. the last 24 hours have been hell for the both of you, and you don't doubt he means every single "i'm sorry" he's said.

"so…" jun starts, and you tilt your head up at him.

"so?" you know what he's going to say next, and despite the excitement you had yesterday you feel yourself dreading this part of the conversation.

"you're pregnant?"

you sigh, looking down and avoiding his eyes. "yeah."

he hums. "but you don't sound excited?" he asks.

"well, i was, last night."

"i'm sorry," he winces. "do you wanna tell me now and i'll pretend this didn't happen and i don't know about it?"

you shake your head. "no, it's fine. the moment's kinda… ruined, already."

he sighs. "yeah, i know. i'm sorry i ruined it."

"i said it's fine, jun."

"no, it's not fine," he says firmly. "it's one hundred percent my fault. this is important to you, and to us, and we should be celebrating right now. last night should never have happened."

"jun, it's in the past. it was messed up, but i forgive you," you say, lifting you head to look at him once more. "it's not a big deal. we're okay now."

"i just want you to be happy about it," he says with a sniff. "we've been trying for so long, and finally…" he trails off, staring at you with watery eyes. 

you smile at him. "i am happy about it, junnie. i'm so happy, you can't even believe."

"did you tell seokmin?" he asks, and his brows furrow when you shake your head no.

"no, i didn't. i wanted you to be the first i told," you say shyly. "i knew you would want to be the first to know."

"i love you so much," he says, still hugging you. he's never going to let you go, never again. "do you know how far along?"

"no, i didn't go to the doctor. probably like two or three weeks, though, if i've been counting it right."

"wow," he sighs, a smile on his face as he stares off into the distance behind you. "i can't wait."

you watch his eyes, practically able to see the thoughts running through his head. 

after a while he loosens his grip around you, moving to swipe at his eyes quickly with the back of his hand. "well—anyway," he starts, giving you an awkward chuckle. "i bought stuff for breakfast. if you haven't had any, yet. and i'm making dinner tonight, too."

before you can even respond his eyes widen, like he's just now remembering all the things he had planned, and he lets go of you, bounding into the kitchen. he returns seconds later with a huge glass vase full of flowers, practically tripping over his own feet in his rush to hand them to you. "and i got these for you, too. sorry they're not the best, it's all the store had this morning."

"junnie, if this is the best the store had, then i don't think i wanna see their best," you laugh, holding the flowers up and admiring the dozens of bright blooms. "this is gorgeous, but you really didn't need to get me anything."

"but i wanted to," he counters, still running around the room to grab the gift bag sitting by the couch. "consider it an 'i'm very sorry' slash 'congrats you're having a baby' gift."

you set the vase down on the table next to you and take the bag from him, pulling out the tissue paper and crumpling it into a ball.

"i didn't have a whole lot of time to look this morning, but i found these," he says nervously, waiting for your reaction.

from the bag you pull out a miniature plastic hanger holding a set of tiny pajamas covered in little kitties, attached to a matching set of striped orange socks.

"i wanted to be the first person to get you baby clothes," he explains as he fidgets with his hands. 

"i knew you would," you smile at him, setting the empty bag and the clothes on the table along with the bouquet of flowers. "and they're perfect. they're so… you."

you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him back in for another hug. "i love all of it. thank you, jun."

he grins, rocking you back and forth in his arms and leaving kisses all over your cheek. "i love you too, baby. i missed you so much. i won't ever do that again."

"i know," you smile. "now… you promised me breakfast, isn't that right? because i'm starving. crying is exhausting."

he laughs. "no crying anymore. and i did promise you that, so tell me: do you want blueberry waffles, or strawberry?"

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[ohmytyong]

[21:18]

PAIRING: boyfriend!mark x female!reader

GENRE: fluff, established relationship au

WARNINGS: food, pet names (mark says "my girl" once)

WC: 0,8k

A/N: just some random late night thoughts i had, enjoy♡

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"seriously though, that movie was terrible" mark said, dipping his plastic pink spoon into his watermelon-flavored gelato, his hair falling onto his eyes due to the soft summer breeze.

"no it wasn't! you just have terrible taste. like, didn't you see the character development? okay - scratch that - all the beautiful shots? it was a really good movie" you clapped back at him and he smirked at your defensive tone.

"okay, okay, alright, i get that. i'm not saying you're right, but we had a great time and i'm not in the mood to argue. i have to admit though," mark brought the spoon to his lips to taste the gelato, "you are so cute when you get all defensive like that" he said with a half smile, which earned a soft giggle from you.

you and mark liked going to the movies together; one of you would pick a random movie that you had no clue what was about and then you would give reviews that usually ended in such trivial arguments.

but now that it was summertime, you finally got to watch movies in your favorite place; the drive-in theater. mark would pick you up with his car and, in order to compensate for him paying for gas, you offered to buy snacks.

this time, you followed your typical routine of all your movie dates, but with one exception. the warm summer breeze and the lively night were practically inviting you to stay out for a little bit longer, so you and mark decided to treat yourselfs with some cool delicious gelato.

now both of you were outside the gelateria, sitting on top of the hood of mark's car, enjoying your gelato and each other's company.

for the next few minutes, the two of you remained silent, too focused on eating the gelato that nothing could make you speak. mark finished with his gelato first, and you followed shortly after him. he noticed that your cup was empty, so he gently grabbed the cup from your hands and tossed both of yours and his into the garbage bin behind the car.

mark licked his lips to taste the remaining gelato stains on them. he turned to look at you and noticed that you had one remaining stain in the corner of your lip. "oops, wait you've got-" he lifted his hand to your face and wiped the stain off your face with his thumb. "there we go, now you're good" mark said and you smiled at him, mumbling a small thanks.

mark didn't take his eyes off you. he couldn't. he sat there still, his eyes roaming into your bright ones. he could swear that he saw sparkles in your eyes, but he couldn't tell whether it was the stars and the moon reflecting on them or if he was just deeply in love with you.

you noticed that his lips parted slightly, the corners turning in an upward angle, as if he wanted to say something. "is there something you want to tell me?" you nudged him and his lips formed a full smile in an instant.

without breaking eye contact, he licked his lips again and spoke quietly, but his words were as clear as the night sky. "you are so beautiful" he simply said.

no matter how many times your boyfriend complimented you, you couldn't help but get shy around him. you lowered your eyes to your lap, pressing your lips together to prevent the massive smile that was threatening to appear on your face.

you felt mark's index finger lift your chin up, and before you could even say anything, he tilted his head to capture your lips in a soft yet heated kiss. your body immediately reacted to his touch, your arms flying over his shoulders as his hand caressed the side of your neck.

you were kissing mark for a few seconds when you pulled back abruptly, looking at him with wide eyes. "wait, we're in a public place. let's not go too overboard with this" you said.

mark playfully rolled his eyes at your statement and placed both his hands on your cheeks. "are you serious right now, y/n? we're literally all alone out here. besides, can't i kiss my girl whenever i want? what's the problem with that?" he said and you nodded in agreement.

"i just love you too much," mark continued, "and i want you to know it, i want to show it to you all the time. is that too much?" he asked you in a softer tone, searching into your glimmering eyes for an answer.

you moved your head closer to his face, your lips ghosting over his as your eyes never left his loving ones, giving him the answer he wanted to hear, the only answer that was real. "i love you too much mark. please show me how much you love me too."

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[ihavethedreamies]

Hard to Swallow | Easy to Expert (3 v6)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Seo Changbin - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.7k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Changbin

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Oral (M! Receiving), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Changbin has a Big Cock (duh), Cockbulge (duh), Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It)

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, this is just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: This series has seriously devolved into pure filth. I am writing these one after the other and the clear decline in purity is obvious, helps you know whose I wrote when. This one is second to last, and might actually be a little better than the one before it but…we'll see...

PS. I wrote the first A/N before I wrote Bang Chan's, and now that I have...this one is worse.

Edit (8/25/24): I changed the text/chat pictures to just text.

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"So, (Y/N) has an idea-"

"Okay, I'm in." Changbin didn't even let Felix finish the sentence.

"You have no idea what I was going to say."

"If it involved (Y/N), I'm in. What is it…?" Changbin put his phone away, leaning in as he rested his elbows on the table. No one else was in the classroom yet, but Felix still quieted his voice.

"She wants a threesome-"

"Yes."

"I know. But she requested you specifically."

"Me?" Changbin giggled like a child, "she wants me?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm going to send you an address. Go there and ask for the item code I will send too." The older guy pulled his phone back out and typed away on it. Felix furrowed his brow, a little concerned that Changbin already had something like this planned.

"Oh, don't worry. I've had this ready for the next girl I get but none of them would have fit. (Y/N) will though." He smirked and your boyfriend's phone buzzed. He opened the message and instead of saving it, he forwarded it to you. Felix had already given you his card so you could go buy a set of lingerie if Changbin agreed. He had planned on you getting a frilly pink set, but if Changbin had a request then so be it. He added after the forward that if whatever it was did not, please you, to go ahead with the initial set.

"Can’t fucking wait, tonight?" The man bounced in his seat, once again like a child. His mannerisms did not fit him, not with his build and bulk.

"I was thinking next week, but I can see if tonight works." Felix texted you the question as well.

🐤: Changbin-hyung said yes 🐤: Wants you to go here... 🐤: Location Sent! 🗺️ ☀️: ✅ 🐤: ...and ask for item #823. 🐤: If you don't like it just get what we decided. ☀️: Okay! 🐤: He wants tonight... ☀️: Hm, okay. I'll have to go to the other store to get a matching plug. 🐤: just use my card, I'll get him to pay me back ☀️: Sure thing! 💝

The address was not too far from where you were meeting your friends for lunch so you would stop by on the way home. When you got there and requested the item, the clerk came around the counter to assist you. It was a lingerie store you had been to once before, but never got anything. It was a little higher than your price range and you made sure to remind Felix to get paid back from Changbin. The clerk measured you quickly just to get your rough numbers so she could pick a good size.

"Please wait here." She smiled, bowing slightly then went to get the item. The place was bigger than you thought from the store front, and you wondered how the hell Changbin found this place, let alone to knew what he wanted you to get. The worker came back and presented the set to you, already hanging in a bag, she would have to just zip it up. You balked at the set before you. You were expecting black leather or even latex. Maybe red or dark purple? Fishnets? No. The lingerie looked like it was supposed to be for a bride, but it was a pale blue instead of pure white. When the clerk rang the item up you almost choked on nothing, and reluctantly pulled Felix's card out of your bag. Why the hell was it half-a-million won? When you checked the register, the set was listed as Mulberry Silk Bridal Lingerie Set. Really Changbin? Trying not to seem so awkward after you paid, you bowed as you took the clothing bag from her and scampered out of the store. You still had it slung over your arm when you walked into the much more familiar adult store you and Felix frequented. The cashier didn't even acknowledge you as you headed straight to the section you needed. You were supposed to get a tail that looked like a unicorn's, braided fake hair of pink, blue, and purple. There was also a matching headband, but it didn't fit the elegance of the lingerie. Humming in thought, you ended up going with a tail plug that was made to look like a tiger's, white with black stripes. There were matching ears and you used Felix's card again, the grand total being about 30,000 won. A much more reasonable price.

"What the actual fuck Seo Changbin?" you muttered, going to stand in the full-length mirror. You had prepared yourself, accordingly, slipping the tail plug in before you put on the rest of the set. The panties weren't the same kind that Felix and you normally picked out. It was a thong, not crotchless, and you had to fenagle it to accommodate the plug. You literally got out your sewing kit, luckily having a spool of white thread at the bottom. Carefully you ripped the seams out and resewed the thong strap so you could slide the tail through. You hated ruining such an expensive piece of clothing but at least it was just the thong.

Looking in the mirror you huffed, but had to admit you looked good, like a snow tiger. The top was a corset that luckily laced in the front and had short ruffles of silk at the bottom. The corset didn't have an attached bra, it curved to rest under your breasts though, lifting them up. That was where the support was because the bra was barely that, only the edges were actually silk with some boning, but the rest of the material was sheer. The thong was made of silk as well and there was a garter belt included as well. You had clipped them to the sheer thigh-highs after you extremely carefully rolled them on. There were ruffled silk bracelets that you tied on each wrist. After seeing the ensemble, you knew your black choker would be a stark contrast, but it ended up working well with the white tiger set you had. Moving into different poses, you looked yourself over in the mirror. In the background you heard the keycode being pressed into your door and the two men shuffling in.

"Wait!" Felix called, sounding annoyed and the heavy footsteps immediately halted.

"Take your shoes off," your boyfriend scolded, and you giggled softly.

"What the hell did you make her get?" You heard your boyfriend coming down the hall and stepped back from the mirror to stand at the foot of your bed. Changbin didn't answer, but he got to see when he entered your room.

"Shit." Your boyfriend sighed. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. It was clearly a bridal set, at least it wasn't white though. You did look amazing however, and he loved that his black choker pulled out the stripes on your tail plug and your headband.

"Fuck me~" Changbin practically moaned coming in to the room as well. He desperately wanted to scoop you up, but he held back. He was getting the privilege of Felix letting him fuck his girlfriend, he would hold back.

"Rules?" You prompted Felix who came to stand beside you. He glanced at your back to see the rest of the set and made you spin slow so Changbin could see too.

"Yes~" The other man nearly hissed.

"Rule One!" You started.

"No kissing her on the lips." Felix's arm wrapped around your shoulders, his index fingers tracing your pout. You sucked the digit into your mouth playfully which made him smile.

"Two!" you said when your boyfriend took his finger back.

"You have to listen to me." Felix continued and Changbin nodded in acceptance.

"Three…"

"Only I get to take her ass." Your boyfriend finished the prompt and once again got a nod.

"Valid. Probably break her anyway." The older man acquiesced. You had a feeling about that, and you still had never seen his dick.

"Fourth! No cumming down her throat." Your boyfriend held his fingers up. He didn't get a nod from that one, his friend's face hardening a bit, but you continued.

"Finally! You don't need to use a condom, but you can't come inside." You finished.

"Why?" He looked at you, his gaze less playful than before, his tone sharper. Felix was worried about this.

"She likes it too much, so only I can. In her cunt and her throat." The man next to you hardened his tone as well and Changbin scoffed. He took his ball cap off, throwing it to the side, shaking his head and running his hand through his curly hair. You watched enthralled as he unzipped his sweatshirt and discarded it too. His black t-shirt was so tight it was like he had it painted on and you had to admit your mouth watered thinking of finally seeing him without it. He was proud of his physique but only really showed off his arms. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully as you gaped at his friend and began to discard his own clothes.

"I will follow your rules…" Changbin started, undoing and removing his belt, he threw it too hard and it left a scratch on the wall. He smirked at your gaze, slowly pulling his shirt out of where he had it tucked in but didn't do anything more.

"But I want her to swallow my cum, and I want to breed her." He asserted, pulling the shirt off so roughly you heard some seams pop. Your whole body flinched when you finally got to see him, and you didn't hold in your whimper. He chuckled cockily and Felix licked his lips in thought. He knew you would LOVE it, and that is why he wanted to say no. On the other hand, just because Changbin would cum inside you, that didn't automatically mean he could make you fall over the edge too. You cast a glance at your boyfriend, trying not to plead with your gaze. But holy shit did you want that. Before Felix metaphorically broke your dam, you had never been one for anything kinky, but now…To be double sure you took the pill and was even considering getting a IUD just in case.

"She has a creampie kink, not breeding. You can cum inside, she's protected." Felix agreed to Changbin's terms but added a caveat.

"Rule one was no kissing her lips. I'll let you do what you want, but you cannot kiss her anywhere. You can't eat her out either." You looked between the two of them, waiting for the other man to answer. He didn't love those stipulations, but it would be worth it if he could fill you up.

"Fine." They shook hands and Felix gave you a positive hum and you scurried forward, hands running all over Changbin's now bare torso. He was delicious and you desperately wanted a taste. He just stood there, letting you do as you pleased, just watching as you fell to your knees. Your fingers hooked in the loops of his jeans, which were hugging his thighs perfectly, and he sighed as your hot little tongue licked up from under his belly button to as high as you could go kneeling.

"Shit (Y/N)~" He hummed, not even helping you as you undid his pants, having to tug to get the denim to unpeel from his legs. You whined, letting him get the pants off his ankles and they were shoved to where his shirts and belt lay. Felix watched amused as started to kiss Changbin's thighs, as thick as your head. He chuckled as you nibbled his inner thigh before kissing the impressive bulge held back by his boxers. He hardened further at the touch and licked over the fabric as well, your cunt already pulsing at the thought of him filling you. Giving him a coy look he smiled, "Go ahead, princess." So, you did. Slowly, like unwrapping an expensive gift, you pulled his tight briefs down and off, his cock bouncing in the air. You gaped and he smirked. He was only half hard but…You swallowed hard, wiggling your jaw back and forth, wondering if you could fit him or not. Not any longer than Felix, maybe even a bit shorter, he was THICK. Changbin just watched as your hand came shakily to encircle his cock, your fingers unable to touch. You mewled, then wrapped your other hand around him as well, pumping them as you licked around the head. His whole body seemed to quake with his groan. When he was fully hard you swallowed again. Glancing back at your boyfriend who was standing near the bed, mostly naked himself, he nodded. Changbin grinned at the round ears on your headband and the tail flowing out behind where you kneeled. However, seeing you in the pale blue silk he picked out was definitely the best.

"Go on, princess." He urged and you breathed hard through your nose, adjusting your pose, opening your mouth as wide as you could. It seemed he wasn't that thick, but your jaw did still protest some. You moaned when the taste of his precum hit your tongue and he groaned too. Leaving one hand at the base of him, the other went to lay on his hip, sliding up and over the v-line of his torso.

"So good~" He praised as you huffed through your nose, tongue swirling over just his tip still. He knew he could cum alone from that, but he knew you could do more. When the plug inside you buzzed on you whined, and Changbin saw Felix messing with his phone. You focused, trying to keep your lips over your teeth and took his fat cock deeper. When the head hit the back of your mouth, you did gag slightly, not accustomed to his girth. He tasted amazing and you were eagerly anticipating him painting your throat white. You swallowed a few times, trying to relax the muscles, but pull back some to take a deeper breath. After another measured breath, you swallowed him back in and descended further. He groaned dramatically as your throat fluttered around his dick, you were gagging slightly, tears springing to your eyes. Despite the struggle, you still wanted desperately for him to fit inside all the way at least once. Pulling back, sucking as you went, he sighed, watching intently as you took another deep breath before going back down. You whined as you managed to get him completely in, swallowing over and over trying not to gag too bad. You had no way to get air in, so you didn't even try, but your nostrils flared as the tip of your nose touched his pelvis.

"Fuck! (Y/N)~" How bad Changbin wanted to grab your head and pump his hips, but he didn't want to hurt you. When it was getting too hard to last without air, you pulled your head back just enough that you could suck in more oxygen through your nose. Felix watched, amazed that you fit his friend's huge cock in your mouth. Drops of drool and pre splattered on the floor in front of you as you bobbed your head, letting Changbin's cock bury completely every once and awhile when you tolerated. Felix knew his friend had the stamina of an ox, but he looked close to cumming already. Of course, his sweet (Y/N) sucked dick like no other.

"Ah, I'm close princess." Changbin huffed out and you braced yourself on the floor. Felix recognized your stance immediately.

"You can thrust but don't go too deep till you finish." Your boyfriend instructed the other man. He nodded, and his strong hands went to your head.

"Ready?" He asked and you hummed, teary eyes meeting his. He swore under his breath and did as he was allowed, starting to pummel your poor throat with his cock. More tears spilled from your eyes, the obscene sound caused by your drool and his precum echoed through your bedroom.

"Okay, one, two-" Changbin didn't get the next word out before he filled you full, cumming down your throat. Your eyes rolled back, cunt clenching and you lost count of how many times you had to swallow to get everything he gave you. You didn't cum, but Felix wasn't overly keen about how turned on you did get. Just when your vision started to swim, Changbin pulled out and you swallowed a few more times. Your throat hurt, sorer than when Felix did the same thing. Your boyfriend came to you with a bottle of water. You gulped some down, the cool liquid soothing your throat but also helping wash down the thick cum still in your mouth.

"Fuck." Changbin huffed simply.

"You okay, love?" Felix made sure you nodded, letting out a hoarse, "Yes." You glanced to the other man and your eyes widened. His cock hadn't softened at all and was still covered in a thick layer of fluids. He stroked over it with his hand, smiling at the slick.

"Hurry up, 'Lix. I need her cunt." Changbin stared at you, his gaze fiery. The playfulness and glee from before were gone, covered by molten lust and you shivered a bit. With what he just did to your mouth, you were worried about your pussy.

"Come here, love." Felix led you to stand and go over to the bed. Changbin followed and as he got on the bed, sitting at the top in the middle. He leaned back casually into the headboard, motioning you closer. You crawled on after him and straddled him, your legs spread much wider to accommodate his thick thighs than with Felix.

"Who do you want inside first?" your boyfriend asked and you pondered a second. You could handle the stretch of Felix's dick in your ass easier and get used to it faster than you probably could with Changbin in your cunt. Because of that you thought the latter should go first. The elder man's cock was still painted with your spit and his cum, your core dripping so much, you knew no lube would be needed. He positioned you so the tip of his cock rested at your entrance. He grunted at how hot and wet you were, losing patience.

"Go." Felix gave him the okay and Changbin's hands on your hips led you down. Your jaw fell open, your breath hitching as he stretched you open. Felix wasn't small by any means, but everything about Changbin was girthy. You shivered as he filled you, not even fully inside yet, a small bulge protruded from your lower stomach. Your body shivered, breathy moans leaving your lips as he bottomed out. Your cunt fluttered around him, more of your slick dripping down to smear over his groin.

"Shit, princess." He chuckled, holding you to him when you fell forward. He could feel the plug in your ass through the walls of your cunt, and he hadn't even noticed it was buzzing still. You whimpered softly when the vibrations ceased, Felix coming up behind you. He wrapped his hand through the tail of the plug and pulled softly, easing it out of you. You sighed, letting out a squeak as Felix dripped more of lube onto your ass, smearing more on his cock. He couldn't believe the sight of your tiny cunt stretched over Changbin, trying desperately to hold him in. He was a little miffed that you were so close already, but he knew he would throw you over the edge when he buried his own cock in your ass.

"Ready, love?" he asked, thumbs rubbing circles over your hips. You let out a small noise Changbin couldn't discern, but Felix heard you loud and clear.

"Breathe." He didn't even have to lead Changbin to rub your back, helping you relax. Your boyfriend started to ease into you, and you focused on the hand rubbing over your spine, breathing hard. The stretch set you on fire, your cunt fluttering. Felix bottomed out and you twitched aggressively, and when he grinded slightly into you, you fell apart. He smirked, grunting hard at the squeeze. Your ass was always tight anyways, let alone with his friend's cock splitting you in half. Your teeth had sunk into the muscle of Changbin's shoulder, and he hoped you left a mark.

"I'm not gonna move. Fuck her ass full of your cum then I'll blow her back out." The older man held you close, your orgasm dying but you still shivered. You had no more strength. Felix made sure you were okay with it and interpreted your little whimper as a positive. He nodded and started with short but deep thrusts and Changbin grinned at how your pussy clenched around him, even able to feel your boyfriend fucking into you.

"Fuck, you're milking me, love." Felix's deep voice rumbled through you, and you whined.

"'Lix~" You moaned, and he huffed with a grin. Two more thrusts and you squealed as he painted your ass white with his cum. You came again, Changbin recognizing the clenching of your core.

"Ah, fuck…" Felix groaned, pulling out of you.

"Off." Changbin motioned to him, holding you closer and he scrambled to the side, still out of breath. He barely got off the bed before Changbin rolled forward, you under him, immediately holding you in a mating press. You squeaked at the move, your knees at your ears as his hands gripped your thighs, so tight you knew it would leave bruises.

"Hold on, princess." He warned you and you scrambled your hands, digging your white painted nails into the sheets. The headboard banged against the wall as he took his first thrust and your head fell back, nearly falling over the edge of the bed. You back arched, silent screams wracking your lungs. The noises Changbin were making sounded more like a beast than a person's and your head lulled to find your boyfriend. He was watching with slightly wide eyes, his cock already starting to harden again.

"Okay, princess, I'm gonna breed you~" The man utterly destroying your poor pussy made two more hard thrusts, then he pumped more of his cum into your protected womb than he did down your throat. You shivered, but you didn't cum again, still looking at Felix. He smirked at your gaze, nodded and you let yourself fall over the edge as well. Changbin noticed and marveled at the level of control Felix had over your body. You lay there panting under him, nearly blacked out.

"Don't let her go, 'Lix. I'll snatch her up otherwise~”

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Small Encounters

Itadori Yuji x Reader

!Basketball College AU!

You attend Yuji's Basketball game.

☆*:.｡. o(Third Small Encounter)o .｡.:*☆

INCOMING CALL - NOBARA

The blood drains out of your face, you had forgotten to text Kugisaki, telling her Itadori was driving you to the game. You pick up the phone, and as expected Kugisaki is yelling at you from the other side.

“GIRL YOU HAVE ME WAITING OUTSIDE OF YOUR FUCKING APARTMENT FOR THE PAST 10 DAMN MINUTES. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU.” You pull the phone away from your ear a bit, your brown haired friend's voice was a bit too loud for your liking. 

“Nobara” you elongated her name and softened your voice, in an attempt to ease her anger. “I’m so so so so sorry I was in such a rush I totally forgot to text you.” You let out a soft sigh, trying to get your friend to understand you. “ Your friend Itadori gave me a ride. I hope you're not mad babes, I'll treat you to a nice western breakfast whenever you please.”

Kugisaki was always stubborn and when someone gets her angry, she will ignore them for the next few days. You’ve known her since the beginning of the year and since then, you had learned one way to get back into the brown haired girl's heart. By bribing her.

“Ugh, fine.” She dragged out the word, showing her annoyance with you. “I'm only accepting your apology because you're buying me food. I'm still pissed at you.” You laughed at her cute angry attitude towards you. “I'll see you at the game, love you bye.” 

You hung up the phone and slid your phone back into the pocket of your pants. Not knowing what to do, You just stared at the door waiting for Kugisaki to walk through them. ‘She's probably stuck in traffic’ You thought to yourself after waiting on your friend for the past 15 minutes. Your foot rapidly tapped the bleacher floor, as you continued to wait for her. You rested your elbow on your knee and placed your face on your cold hand. Letting your eyelids shut as you grabbed your airpods out of your jacket pocket. 

As you were putting in your airpod, you heard someone calling out your name. “YO L/N” Slowly opening you E/c eyes, you notice the pink haired basketball player walking up to you, now in full uniform. “What’s with the long face?” Itadori said as he took a seat next to you on the metal bleachers. 

Your head remained in your palm as you explained to him the phone call between Kugisaki and you. “ And now I'm just waiting for her to get here. No offense, but it's so boring just being by myself” you lifted your head up to look at his brown eyes. He gives you a tight lipped smile before resting his large hand on your shoulder. 

“I’ll just wait with you till she gets here, I’ll start warming up in like 10 minutes thou-” His words were cut off as a hand behind him smacked the back of his head. His whole body had fallen into the row below you. A small yelp escaped his lips as he landed on the cold metal of the bleachers. “Ow! You're gonna injure me before the game starts bro.” You were left in complete shock, mouth slightly agape after seeing Itadori get smacked. You look up and see Nobara standing right where Itadori was sitting. 

“Yuji Itadori dont lay a finger on my precious girlfriend!” She craned her neck down at him, her glare sending sharp daggers towards Itadori. She rolled her eyes before slightly nudging him to get him. “ She doesn't need a bum like you” 

You helped Itadori up as you let out a small laugh at your friend's overprotectiveness. “ Thanks Nobara but it's okay, he was just keeping me company while I waited for you.” Nobara takes a seat next to you, you place your cold hands in her warm soft hands. 

“If you say so” Her face tilts to the side to get a better look at the boy who cowed behind you. “But I swear to the lords above, if you touch her again, I will rip out your throat.” she pointed a finger at his face before flicking his forehead. Itadori hunched over in his spot, mumbling some remarks towards Kugisakis “Bitchy attitude”. 

“Whatever,” He rolls his eyes at the brown-haired girl. “I gotta go, yall better cheer for me!” He gets up from his spot next to you. Sending you and Kugisaki a closed eye smile. 

Shortly after, the game begins. The match is against some other college from Utsunomiya (UM). The game starts with Utsunomiya grabbing the ball first and dribbling it words Tokyo's basket. The power forward from Tokyo’s side quickly steals the ball away from UM and passes it towards Itadori. He takes an opening and runs across the court at incredible speeds, he's quickly followed by his teammate, a black haired boy with predominant eye bags, number fourteen. Itadori passes it to him and he shoots it towards the basket, a clean swish from the net is heard throughout the gym. The crowd roars as Tokyo gets the first point of the game. 

Nearing the end of the first quarter. Itadori rushes over to UM’s basket, he jumps up and dunks the ball. The rim of the basket shakes as he hangs from the hoop, his feet dangling in the air. He lets go and lands on the ground effortlessly, echos fill the gym as people cheer for him. He runs over to the section you are seated at, high fiving a few spectors from the lower bleachers before smiling at you, his smile is as radiant and bright as the sun. You smile back at him and throw him a thumbs up, mouthing, ‘ good job’. Itadori flushes in a pale pink across his face as he scratches the back of his nape. He runs back to his team to finish the quarter. As he runs back, you feel eyes stare right at you. You turn your head to the left and see a group of cheerleaders mugging you. You see them whisper between each other as your hands start to get sweaty, ‘Are they talking bad about me?’ You quickly wipe off the sweat of your hands on your pant legs, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. 

You put in your airpods as you try to brush off the uneasiness those cheerleaders gave you. You haven't gotten into major drama, and especially with popular people like cheerleaders so having them stare at you with hatred, left you confused and worried. You enter the women's bathroom and walk over to the mirrors to reapply some mascara. As you brush the wand along your lashes you hear the door swing open and two girls walk in. You didn't want to invade their conversation so you quickly left the bathroom. As you were walking out the door, you heard them mention Hinata, the girl in your music class, and Itadori.

You shrugged it off, ‘They’re probably talking about a different Hinata and Itadori.’ You thought to yourself as you walked back to the bleachers. As you walk up the steps, you once again feel the strong sharp daggers the college cheerleaders send you. All of them were staring at you up and down as you continued to walk up the stairs. Your eyebrows knitted as you stared back at them, judgment in your eyes, earning them all to roll their eyes and face forward after hearing their captain call out some cheers. 

“ Nobara, those cheerleaders are staring at me so badly. It's so annoying.” You sit down next to Kugisaki and place your head on her shoulder, she puts her cheek against your hair and the both of you continue to watch the game.

“ Ignore them, some of them are some soulless ugly ass bitches, don't let them affect your mood babe.” She places a soft kiss on the top of your head, a small smile creeped up on your face. You muttered a quiet thanks to her and put your focus back on the game. 

Second quarter went by quicker than you thought, it was now halftime meaning you had some time to get some fresh air. Kugisaki went to talk to a green haired girl and you decided to leave the gym. As you exited the gym, the cold air of the december night made you pull your sweater closer to you. Although it wasn't giving you a lot of warmth you weren't as cold anymore. Your sneakers crunched against the gravel outside the gym as you made your way to the side of the huge gym. It was a quiet area that no one really went to, but as you leaned against the wall, You heard a voice call out for you. You move your attention from your phone to the black haired girl that stood in front of you, Ogami Hinata.  

“Hey L/n, I didn’t expect to see you here!” She leaned against the wall right next to you, shoving her hands in her pockets to prevent herself from getting any colder. 

“Yea, my friend invited me and I had nothing else to do today so I decided to come with her.”  Silence followed after, leaving an awkward atmosphere for the two of you.

“So Itadori didn't invite you?” Hinata abruptly said, her question catching you off guard ‘What’s up with this girl and Itadori.’ you thought to yourself as you let out a long sigh. Your phone buzzed, ripping your attention away from the black haired girl. You fished it out of your pocket and saw you had received a text message from Kugisaki.

Nobara

Nobara - the game gonna start soon

Nobara - wya 🙄

Comingggg - You

“Can you stop asking questions about Itadori, I just met him.” a soft chuckle escaped your mouth in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere. “ I gotta go, I'll see you later” You pivotied away from the girl, leaving her alone with her own thoughts. You yourself were also deep in your thoughts, wondering why she kept wanting to talk about Itadori with you. You entered the gym and took your seat next to Kugisaki and her friend she had brought over. 

The game had ended faster than you had realized, your college ended up winning by 9 points.The team huddled up on their side of the court before they broke it off and cheered. You hadn't noticed that Kugisaki and green hair friend had left during the fourth quarter. Leaving you by yourself. You grabbed your phone as you started heading down the bleachers. Opening your messages you see Kugisaki texted you

Nobara - The game got boring so i dipped lmao, see u tmr babes 

Okayy text me when u get home - You

As you're walking out of the gym, you feel a warm hand grip your wrist. “Leaving so soon L/n?” Itadori pulls you to the side into a small quiet hall that connects the gymnasium to another building. “ Did you like the game? I could've done better if Imma be real.” Itadori sulks. His hand still wrapped around your wrist.

“Yeah you did great Itadori! I’ll go to the next one if you invite me.” You look up at the tall pink haired man. A small blush appears across his cheeks. He lets go of your wrist and cracks his knuckles, trying to seem unflustered by your comment. His actions earn a small quiet laugh from you. Itadori rocks on his heels as he grabs his phone out and shows you a picture of a flier.

TOKYO HOOPERS AFTER PARTY

“I was wondering…” Itadori stammered over his words. “If you wanted to come to this party with me? It’s at my brother's house and yea ummm he said I can bring my friends so yea I want you to go but only if you want to. You don't have to go if you don't want to, I totally understand.” Itadori quickly spoke, his nervousness clearly showing. He continued to rock on his heels, his hands intertwined in front of him.

“Sorry, I have hella assignments to do tonight.” You gave him a sympathetic look, you wanted to go to the party but you knew you had a shitload of work to do. “Next time I promise I’ll go!” you held your pinky out in front of him, he smiled at you as he interlocked his larger pinky with yours.

“You better!” He chucked, pinky’s still interlocked, he locked eye contact with you. “You need a ride? I saw Nobara leave early and she hasn't come back.” Itadori released his pinky from yours, the both of you proceed to walk back inside the gym towards his bags near the locker room. 

“You’ve done too much for me already, I’ll just order an uber dont worry.” You watched him as he collected all of his stuff. 

“No, I’m taking you home and you can't say no., I gotta change real quick. Wait for me right here yeah?” You muttered a small ‘yep’ as you took a seat on the bench that was next to Itadori’s bags. You whip out your phone and start playing a random game you had. After a while, you hear the murmurs of some cheer girls as they walk past you. Lucky for you, (or unlucky) Itadori walks out of the locker rooms in some gray sweatpants and a compression turtleneck under his black hoodie. “ Okay let's head out. Wanna get some food?” The girls stare at you in shock, more whispers erupt between the girls. Itadori’s gaze lands on the group of girls, he raises an eyebrow at them in confusion before leaning towards you, his face right in front of yours. “Why are they staring?” Itadori whispers, confusion laced his voice.

“I'm not sure, they been mugging me since like the second quarter.” You whispered back at him. You get up from the bench and help Itadori with his bag. He quickly grabs it out of your hands, not wanting you to carry it. 

“Eh they're probably just some random weirdos.” His straightforwardness made you laugh a bit, making him also laugh. 

The two of you head over to his car, he opens the passenger door for you and places his bags in the back. “So where ya wanna eat at?” Itadori hops into the driver's side and starts his car. A low pur erupts from his engine. “Taco Bell sounds fire to be honest.” He suggested.

“Yes it does, and they’re open late so we got hella time before they close.” The car starts moving, the taco bell wasn't far from your college, it was the first exit off of the highway. You arrived there pretty fast since Itadori was speeding. After parking the car you and Itadori ended up deciding to eat inside.

After ordering you take a seat in a booth near the window. Itadori had paid for you once again, you thanked his generosity towards you multiple times. “ Like I said, thank you for everything you did today, how can I pay you back?” You tilt your head at him, waiting for his response.

“ Um no, you don't need to pay me back for anything, we’re friends right? This is what friends do so shush” 

“Okay but next time we hang out, it's on me.” Itadori hums in agreement as he gets up to the register after hearing your order being called. He comes back to the table and places your food in front of you. You took a long sip from your Baja Blast freeze before digging in. Itadori muttered a quick prayer before he began to eat too. 

He had noticed you slightly shiver from the cold throughout the night yet every time he'd ask you if you were cold you would just deny it. “Dude I can tell you're cold, take my hoodie, it's way warmer than that thin ass zip up.” He took off his hoodie and handed it to you. You slipped in on looking up at him and thanking him, your eyes lingered on him longer than they should've as you admired his body. ‘Damn he looks hella good in the compression shirt’ you thought to yourself before looking back down at your food and eating. Itadori seemed to have noticed you stare at him and his ears turned a bright cherry red. 

Once you and Itadori had finished eating. You headed back to his car. Found by Tems and Brent Faiyaz played in the background as you drove back to your apartment. “Thanks for today Itadori, It was a lot of fun.” You fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie, his cologne lingered in your nose as you buried your cold face in the hoodie as an attempt to get warmer. 

“Don't thank me, you make it seem and if you forced me to hang out with you, when it's the other way around.” He laughed as his hand gripped the steering wheel and the other laid on the gear shift. You look at the veins that pop out of his arms and hands as his grip tightens around the steering wheel. 

“ You really did, you forced me into your car so many times you basically kidnapped me!” the both of you laughed as you admired the city zoom past your eyes. “ But yea I had hella fun today. I’m glad I met you, Itadori, I hope we can hang out again soon.” 

“Yea, I'm glad I met you too L/n. Give me your number so we plan to link up again soon. I have a sharpie in the glove box.” You turn on the flash of your phone as you search the glove box. You finally find the sharpie and you turn your body to face him. You grab his forearm and roll his sleeve up as you begin to write your number on his hard forearm. You roll his sleeve back down and place the sharpie back into the glove box. 

You finally arrive at your apartment. He parks his car in the same spot as early and hops out of the driver's side to open the car door for you. “ Let me walk you up to your place since it's pretty late already.” You agree as you begin walking to the elevator with Itadori right by your side. You ascend to the 6th floor and quickly arrive at your front door. 

“Thanks for walking me.” You turn your body to face him. As you begin to take off his hoodie, Itadori grabs your arms and pulls the hoodie back down. He smiles at you before telling you to keep it. After some denying and arguing you finally accept his offering.

“I’ll see you uhh….. Soon.” You tell him, obviously not knowing when you're going to see him again. 

“Yea, I’ll see you soon.” Itadori smiles at you warmly before waving at you goodbye as he begins to walk away. 

You enter your apartment and take off your pants and shirt, switch into some pj pants and put Itadori’s hoodie back on. You do your nightly routine of brushing out teeth and your skin care before hopping into bed. Your phone buzzes as you plug it into the charger near your nightstand. 

Unknown Number

Unknown Number - Sleep well L/nnnnn 

Unknown Number - dis ur fave baller btw :P

You - Goodnight Itadori, sleep well <3

You plug your phone and close your eyes, slowly drifting to sleep, completely forgetting to do your assignments.

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"Come on, put on some fresh clothes." Noah stands from my bed, holding his hands out for me to take and leaving my question floating in the air. I do nothing but blink at him, confused and honestly a little hurt that he left me hanging. He takes my hands in his and pulls me to my feet, and I stagger a bit from the weight on my ankle, not preparing to stand so abruptly. "Noah, what are you doing?" "Just trust me. Put on something you like, and I'll be downstairs when you're ready," he tells me, and he's shutting my door behind him before I have a chance to say anything else.

I'm stunned. One minute I'm crying, the next he's kissing me, and now he just bolted out of my room. I didn't know what to think of it.

I sighed and turned to my closet, flipping through my attire before settling on a light pink cardigan and skinny jeans. I changed and situated my boot, cleaned up the mascara I had running down my face, and met him downstairs like he said.

He flashes me a soft smile, holding up the keys to my car. I quirked an eyebrow at him, trying to stifle my bashful grin. I glance around the room; my parents are in the kitchen with Leora, and Nick's leaning against the back of the couch with his arms folded over his chest, a smug look on his face.

"What is going on here?" I eye my brother with suspicion, and he all but shrugs. "I told you, just trust me. C'mon, we're going out," Noah clarifies, waving me on. I roll my eyes and make my way over to him. "Did I say you can drive my car?" "No, but Nick did," he laughs, opening the front door. I huff, following him outside. "Of course he did."

The car ride to wherever he was taking me wasn't very long, but the air was heavy with things unanswered. All I could think about was the way his hands framed my face and the way his lips felt against mine when he kissed me. I swear I could feel them tingling, the residual spark still lingering on them.

He parks along the side of the street, and I scan the familiar strip of restaurants and shops. My brows furrow when I realize where he's brought me. I turn my head towards him, one eyebrow perked. "Welly's?" His mouth curls into a sheepish grin, and he nods shallowly. "You remember coming here, right?" "Yeah," I confirm, and I feel my cheeks warm at the past memories. Of course I remembered where our very first date was all those years ago. Of course I remembered each and every other time we came here.

We gaze at each other for a beat, and I swear I could see a blush crawl across his face, too. With a clearing of his throat, he exits my car and rounds the front of it, presumably to open my door, but I beat him to it. He makes a face and I snort, thanking him anyways.

We're seated shortly after we enter the restaurant, and flip through the menu, deciding quickly; I hadn't realized how hungry I was until my eyes roamed over the pictures of burgers and pasta dishes. We sat in a not-so-comfortable silence after we placed our order, waiting for one of us to break the ice.

"So," I start, taking a sip of my water. "Why'd you bring me here?" He shrugs, doing the same. "I think we both deserve to get out and enjoy some food after everything that happened." "I guess you're right about that one," I chuckled. "But why Welly's?" "The food's good and it's been years since I've had it," he answers matter-of-factly. I nod slowly, accepting his excuse that I didn't exactly buy. It's been a while since I've eaten here, too, so I guess I couldn't say much. But I know that it was more than that.

It was a place he and I were comfortable in—or had been, anyway. Whenever we were here, it was like the world around us didn't exist. It was just the two of us. We'd zone everyone and everything out and cherish our time spent together, each conversation we had, each laugh we shared. I felt like maybe there was a part of him that wanted that right at this very moment, but it just wasn't the same.

Even after we got our food and ate for a few minutes, he still seemed stiff as a board, but I couldn't handle the tension anymore. I put my fork down and wiped my face with my napkin, staring at him until he noticed.

"What?" he asks, slowly putting his own fork down. "Do I have something on my face?" "No," I laughed lightly and shook my head at him. "Spit it out. Why exactly did you bring me here?" "I already told you," he starts, averting his eyes to his plate, "I like the food here and it's been a long time—" "But you know this is where we had not only our first date together, but many, many more after that. This was our place, Noah." He presses his mouth into a line and nods curtly, still not looking at me. "Why didn't you answer my question earlier?"

I could tell he was nervous, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. He's fidgeting with his silverware now, and he tries to avoid the question by shoving another forkful of food in his mouth. I roll my eyes and say his name sternly, trying to bring him back to the conversation.

He finishes his bite of food with a huff, slowly bringing his attention back to me. His dark eyes lock with mine, and I can see the timidness radiating from them. "I don't know," he whispers. "I don't know what we are, Amelia. All I know is that I still care so deeply for you, and it scares me." I shake my head, puzzled. "What do you mean it scares you?" "I fucked up when I left. I never should have, I should have stayed, and because of that we'll never be anything more than people with a troubled past." There's a pang in my chest hearing him say that. "And a child," I remind him. "And a child that I don't want to leave behind."

I'm stunned for a moment hearing those words come out of his mouth. The pang that I had felt was replaced by a warmth that was beginning to blossom in my chest, and I couldn't help the smile spreading on my face. He wanted to be in Leora's life.

"Really?" I asked, barely audible. "Really." I'm filled with relief, and I have to fight back the tears brewing because of it. "So, what are you saying?" "I'm saying that...that I want it to be the three of us. You, me, and Leora. I know it won't be easy and I can't just jump in expecting you and her to accept me, but I've done a lot of thinking." His eyes bounce between mine as he speaks, and I can see the sincerity pouring from them. "It's always been you, but now it's you and her." "What do you mean it's always been me, Noah?" He gives a short chuckle. "I've never wanted to be with anyone else besides you, Amelia. I've never even been with anyone else."

Once again, I'm stunned. Was he telling me that he still loves me after all these years? If that was the case, then why the fuck didn't he ever reach out to me? He never did, not once. No phone calls, no texts, no letters. So I asked him, trying to keep my tone level so that it didn't sound accusing.

"Because when you cut ties, I respected your wishes and did what you asked of me and never spoke to you again."

That's all he said, and I knew that he was right. I had no one to blame but myself; I should have reached out. I should've told him about Leora before she was even born. And as mad as he was when I first told him while trapped in that prison, he didn't seem angry about it now. He was level-headed and genuine. Maybe a little hurt, and I regretted hiding Leora from him because of it.

"I'm sorry that I kept her from you, and that you had to find out the way that you did," I tell him wholeheartedly, a twinge of guilt hitting me. "I shouldn't have done that." "As long as you don't keep her from me now, I guess I could forgive you," he muses, a smirk gracing his lips. I huff a quick laugh. "I won't. She really adores you, you know." "Yeah?" I nod, grinning lightly at him.

But now this brings the next question: do we tell Leora that Noah is her father? And if we do, how do we go about it? I wasn't sure how she would take it, or if she would even understand it. It wasn't every day that a 5-year-old gets told 'Hey, you know this stranger you've known for a few months? Yeah, he's your dad'.

My stomach churns with nerves from the thought of it. I push my plate away slightly before bringing my hands to my lap and wringing them together instead of picking at my nails.

"What's up, Meels?" Noah asks, and I can see the concern on his face from the crease in his brows. "It's just...where do we go from here? Do we tell Leora right away or do we put it off? I don't know how to go about this, Noah, and it makes me anxious just thinking about it." His face softens, a miniscule, reassuring smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "We take it day by day. You'll know when it's the right time to tell her."

-

My skin prickled from the chilly air inside the building, soft music and the quiet hum of the freezer filling the room. I had Leora propped on my hip as she peered into the glass countertop, watching her smile grow wide from the variety of flavors. "Which flavor do you want? Point to it!" I brushed a strand of her dark hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear as she leaned closer to the display case. "Pink!" she enthusiastically taps on the glass, and it fogs up from the heat of her breath. "Leo, there's three flavors of 'pink'," I laughed. "Do you want strawberry, cotton candy, or bubblegum?" She hums and pokes out her little tongue as she ponders. "Cotton candy!" "Okay, cotton candy it is. What about you, Noah?"

I turned towards Noah; his hands are tucked into the pocket of his hoodie as he shrugs. He was never a big sweets guy, so it didn't exactly matter to him what he got.

"I'll have Leora pick for me." He flashes a toothy grin, ruffling her hair. "Pick a good one." She giggles, batting his hand away from her playfully before turning back to the glass. "That one!" She points to the right side of the case. "M&M? How did you know that I liked M&Ms?" "Everyone likes M&Ms, duh," she sasses, rolling her eyes. "Duh," he mimics, sticking his tongue out at her.

I chuckle and shake my head at them, placing Leora on the floor once she was handed her ice cream. She doesn't waste a second, digging her spoon into her early-summer snack with such force, it nearly toppled out of the cup it sat in. She takes her first bite, her face melting into that of pure delight just as Noah nudges my shoulder. I turned and thanked him when he handed me my ice cream, and we exit the little shop shortly thereafter.

Noah's hand dwarfs Leora's as he takes hold of it, guiding her across the street safely; my heart warms and I smile at the sight, following behind them. She pulls him over to a bench that was settled underneath a decent sized oak tree, the branches swaying gently in the wind and allowing in just the right amount of sunlight to keep you warm in the shade. I joined them, Leora now sandwiched between us.

Noah was right. He said I would know the right time to tell her, and right now seemed to be it as I watched them eat their ice cream, Leora's getting all over her face. He laughed when he noticed the mess, taking a napkin from his pocket to wipe her face. She whines, pushing his hand away, and I allow it to happen with a giggle—there was no use in cleaning her face, it was only going to be covered in a blob of pink within seconds.

"You win this round," he tells her with a huff. He gives up and crumples the napkin to shove it back in his pocket. "I bet you would let Mom clean you up. Isn't that right?" I snort. "Yeah, right. Kid does whatever she wants, even though she should listen to her mom and dad," I tease, tapping the tip of her nose with my spoon. "I don't have a dad," she simply states, ignoring the drop of ice cream I left on her nose, and goes back to shoveling a mouthful of her dessert in her mouth. "Well, actually Leora..."

I trail off and glance over at Noah, my heart suddenly in my throat. His eyes quickly meet mine, silently surveying whether I was going to tell her or not. When I don't say anything right away, he gives a quick nod, urging me on.

I cleared my throat, putting my dish down beside me on the bench before turning myself towards her some. "You do have a dad," I start, running a hand down the length of her hair. "I do?" She looks at me with perplexity while simultaneously taking another bite of her ice cream. I grin lightly from her innocence, now brushing a piece of her hair away from her face. "Everyone has a dad, Leo. You know how Papa is my dad?" She nods with a small 'uh-huh'. "Well, Noah is your dad."

I watched as her brows furrowed with uncertainty, and she looks back and forth between me and Noah. Slowly but surely, her face lights up and she breaks out into a huge smile. "Yes!" She shouts. "I was gonna ask if he could be my daddy!" She turns and wraps her little arms around Noah, never minding her ice cream that I'm sure was now all over the backside of him. He hugs her back with his free arm, a grin painted on his face as she practically squeezes the life out of him.

"That's not quite how that works, but I'm glad you like having me around," Noah laughs, rubbing her upper arm. "I certainly like being around." Leora cranes her neck so that she's looking up at him, still holding him close to her. "Does that mean you'll stay here with us?" "Well, that's up to your mom. I'd like to," he tells her, then turns his attention towards me, his eyes glistening with hope. "I'd like that, too," I simply tell him, a subtle smile gracing my lips. "Yes!" Leora cheers again, letting go of Noah and attaching herself to me in a vice grip. "He's going to be the best daddy, ever."

I certainly hope so.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

pairing: re4r Leon Kennedy x reader, no outbreak au

warnings: your mom being embarrassing, no y/n used

wc: 2.6 k

a/n: I'm not normal about Leon Kennedy, he's in my mind, in my sketchbook and now even in my dreams. And be warned, this is total cringe, it's embarrassing and I don't even want to post it, but here we are.

Even though it was easter holiday and your parents invited your family to your home to celebrate, it didn't stop you from hanging out with Leon. You've been friends since you can remember and you're pretty sure he doesn't remember anymore how you two met again. But besides that, your relationship with him is very strong, no one has seen you two without the other before and some are even saying that you guys are together. Which isn't exactly wrong... you both just decided it's best not to make it public yet, so no one really knows.

Since your home is now filled with your aunts and uncles and your grandmother, you thought it would be better if Leon and you went out today instead of celebrating easter with your family. Leon's foster parents didn't mind, knowing that you two are 'just friends' and are only hanging out today, like every other time. So, there you are, with Leon hand-in-hand, going about the park not too far off your home and enjoy the luke warm weather. It's nice to finally be able to walk around without a winter jacket again, no icy roads and no rain or snow at the moment. You enjoy the walk around the park with Leon while looking at the colourful trees and bushes, aswell as the pink and yellow tulips around the park. You both sat down on a bench after buying each a subway, eating your sandwiches beside eachother in comfortable silence.

»What did you order again?« He asks after taking his first bite out of his sandwich.

»Chicken Teriyaki.« You answer back with a full mouth,enjoying the sandwich you bought and don´t bother to look at Leon while talking for now. He just stares at you, seemingly waiting for you to look at him and probably say something more. You do eventually, after swallowing your bite and speak up.

»What?« You ask him back, not sure what his problem is.

»...can I take a bite?« He looks at you with his most innocent eyes he can muster, hoping you will give him a taste of your subway sanwich.

Just a little bite.

»No, you'll eat the whole thing. I know you.«

You say back to him, knowing where this will go since it happened countless of times before. Leon glances at your sandwich before he looks at his own again, trying to be more convincing.

»I swear, I'll only take one bite. You can eat some of mine too.«

He offers you and even hands you his sandwich, his eyebrows slightly raised while he waits for your answer. You look at what he ordered for himself, it being something with bacon.

Eventually, you shrug and let out a small sigh before you swap your sandwiches. Now Leon is beaming with a smile and takes a large bite out of your order while you take a normal bite out of his. You look over at him and stop chewing, seeing how much he just ate. Leon's still eating the large bite he took off and doesn't look your way, just happy to be able to taste what you ordered for yourself. He nods before he looks over at you.

»Not bad. But mine's better.« He tells you as he takes his sandwich back from you and hands back yours. Finally, you can talk again and scold him like every other time.

»You just ate half of my sandwich. You promised me to only take one small bite.« Leon can't help himself but smile slightly at this, being amused at you.

»Sorry.«

»No, sorry isn't enough.« You say back as if you're really hurt and take another bite from your own sandwich, looking the other way. He leans in and gives you a peck onto your cheek before he scoots closer to you on the bench, wrapping his arm loosely around your shoulder while continuing to eat. This was enough for you to soften up, resting your head against his shoulder for a moment before you both are just eating in peace. The sun shines down on you both and the park, making everything look so full of life after months of snow and cloudy skies. If it wasn't for the insects that are also deciding to come out, you wished it stayed like this forever.

After eating your small lunch at the park, you both walk around the city and explore some new things around. It's not very often now that you can hang out with Leon, since you both just got freshly into college, but it's holiday now and you're trying to spend as much time as possible with eachother. Leon spots a shop with many bracelets and drags you in, not that it took a lot for him to do that, since you almost ran into the shop once he told you about it. The shop is rather small but cozy with many different beads and jewelry stands in it, making it possible for costumers to make their own bracelets in here. You're ecstatic at this, making yourself a bracelet while Leon stands by and watches you.

The bracelet you're making has baby blue beads with silver accessories in it, mixed with some smaller white pearls. The kind worker helps you tie it off once you were finished and you aren't able to wipe the small smile off your face. You want to pay for it but Leon insists he pays, so he does... after a few moments of discussion between you.

»Don't you want one too?«

»No, I'm not really into bracelets.« Leon answers you once you're out of the shop, holding hands again.

»Your loss.« You shrug, teasing him a bit during the walk back to your home with him.

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Once home, you're greeted from your mom from the kitchen, the guests not noticing you two for now since they're in the living room.

»Hey honey, how was the hangout?« She asks, only now noticing that Leon is also there, greeting him with a smile and a small nod.

»Good, we had subway. And I got a bracelet for myself.« You extend your arm for your mom to see the bracelet around your wrist, the beads shining beautifully in it.

»Oh, that's awesome.« She smiles and examines the bracelet a bit more before she speaks up again. »Do you guys wanna join us? We were about to play scrabble.« She offers and looks at you both, waiting for the answer even though she can already guess what it will be. Scrabble is a fun game, but you'd rather not play it now with your family since you just want to relax with Leon at the moment.

»Hm, I'm not sure...«

»Well, what about you Leon? Do you wanna come and play with us?« Your mom looks at Leon, while he stands beside you, not sure how to answer that. He doesn't want to be rude to your mom but also doesn't want to destroy your plans in just relaxing for now, innerly conflicted about this.

»Oh, who do we have there?« Someone from the living room saw you three talk near the kitchen, most probably your grandma.

»Who's this handsome man? Isn't this Leon?« She caught the whole attention of the others that are now glancing your way, suddenly all the attention on you both. Leon smiles politely at her and nods a bit, glancing over to you.

»C'mon, let's go and just say hello to the others.« Your mom nods towards the living room, no longer asking about the game and decides to just let you both greet the family. You sigh softly while she is on the way to the room, Leon nudges you softly.

»I'm sure it won't be that bad.« He tells you quietly and encourages for you both to walk into the living room, his hand on your lower back.

Once in the living room, he lets go of you and just smiles politely at the aunts and uncles, aswell as your grandma and dad at the table. Your mom, Christa, squeezes Leons shoulder softly and introduces him to the rest.

»This is Leon, her best friend. You remember, right?« Your two uncles nod slightly, aswell as your aunts, seemingly having forgotten who he is for a moment since they don't see him as often as your parents or your grandma.

»Oh, yes, he's a handsome young man. Very well manners at that too. You don't see that every day.« Your grandma adds with a nod, seemingly proud of him. You intervene, patting him on the back while speaking up, knowing where this would go.

»Yeah, he's very nice, grandma. But he's just a friend.« She groans at that and rolls her eyes dramatically, turning more towards you both to look at you properly.

»Oh, but look at him- he's perfect! Why aren't you two together yet?« She means it in a good way, definitely not teasing but seems to want to get you two to say something more than you're both just friends. Leon chuckles slightly at that and looks at you, being overall amused at this whole thing and wants to see how you handle it.

»No, we're just friends. I know he's perfect, but we aren't together.« You tell her, hoping to reassure her but it just did the opposite.

»See? Even you're saying he's perfect and you're still not together. I don't-«

»Okay, I think they get it. I think they'll figure it out on their own, no?« It's your dads turn to speak up, glancing at you both while some of the others chuckle silently at this whole thing. Your grandma still wants to talk more with Leon and try to get him to say something more, almost being more interested in him than her favorite game of scrabble.

Eventually, they give you both a plate of cookies to eat on your own, letting you guys alone for now. Now in your room, Leon can't help but chuckle some more at what just happened.

»I think your grandma likes me.«

»Oh, you think so?« You sit down at the edge of your bed and place the plate of cookies on the night stand, crossing your arms while looking at Leon.

»Yeah, maybe she thinks I'm handsome. It's just a theory though. « He shrugs slightly and sits down beside you, being sarcastic about it. Now it's your turn to chuckle a bit and lean against him, relaxing against him more.

»I'm just glad my dad could stop her from talking more. It always happens.« He wraps his arm around you and rubs your side softly, glancing down at you.

»Well, at least they like me. It could be worse, you know?« He tries to cheer you up even though you just feel embarrassed about them and didn't expect this to happen in the first place.

»Let's just watch a movie, I'm tired.« You mumble and make yourself comfortable on your bed, laying on the inner side of the bed, while he lays down close to your side and turns the TV on. While Leon is busy picking a movie to watch, you're cuddling onto his side and tangle your legs together. It's comfortable and warm like this, him having his arm around you too after he put on a random movie and mindlessly plays with a strand of your hair for now. You're both cuddling in peace while the movie plays in front of you, getting very cozy and tired after some time too. Leon's hand still plays with your hair a little while you're cuddle up to his side, eventually having your eyes closed and being sleepy for most of the time.

So, Leon is just watching the movie by himself for now. But he doesn't mind. He enjoys this time with you, wishing it could stay like this forever and be with you for way longer. Leon can't help but stare down at you, his hand stroking your hand softly and as gentle as possible so he doesn't accidentally wake you up. His hand travels down the side of your cheek and and settles there, his thumb carefully brushing your soft skin.

A knock at the door interrupts this peaceful moment and catches his attention, making him look behind him to the door and let go of your cheek. Christa peeks through the door after opening it up only slightly, seeing him laying on the bed with his back facing her and how you're cuddled up beside him. She can't see you fully but she can clearly see how you're both cuddling.

»Oh- sorry. I didn't want to interrupt.« She apologises quietly and wants to close the door quickly before she decides against it.

»Just wanted to know if you two wanted cake?Or is she asleep?«

»She's... very asleep.« He whispers back after glancing back at you for a moment, seeing how your face is nuzzled up against his chest and how you don't seem to notice anything. Christa nods and closes the door silently, smiling to herself as if she just saw the greatest painting of all time. She always secretly hoped that you would end up together and teases you for daily basis in hopes something would happen. After a longer while, you finally wake up and need to remember where you are again before you're fully awake. Leon's already looking at you and rubs your back gently, having an amused smile on his face for some reason.

»Morning.«

»Evening .«He greets you back and glances away, not sure if he should tell you what happened earlier or not. You lean up a little and look at him, resting your hand against his shoulder while he's still laying down.

»What's so funny?« You ask him now, smiling yourself a bit at him. He shakes his head but looks at you, being so close to just telling you what happened earlier. But he knows how embarrassed you'll probably be.

»Nothing.«

»Did I sleep funny?« You question again and tilt your head, leaning a bit closer to him just to get some reactiom out of him.

»No.«

God, you hate how her so secretive out of nowhere.

»Be honest. What was it?« He continues to look at you, his expression being an amused one but still, he's hiding something.

»Your mom walked in.«

Speechless. When did that happen? What did she say? What if she... no, that's a joke, right?

»What do you mean?«

»She asked me if we wanted cake. But she saw you were asleep, so she left.« He shrugs and watches your reaction, not wanting to miss out on how you react. His eyes study your face, seeing the suprised look and how your eyebrows immediately shot up after he told you.

»Are you okay? You're kind of red.« It's a question but it sounds like he's teasing you. He leans up too and touches your cheek with the back of his hand, feeling how warm your skin is now. You shake your head a bit, still not sure what to say.

»Was she... okay with it?« You ask hesitantly and bring his hand off your cheek before gripping onto it while you wait for his answer.

»I guess. I think she's okay with it, yeah.« He reassures you and squeezes your hand softly, giving you a sweet smile. You sigh out, not wanting to imagine what your mom thinks, even though she's most probably right about her little 'theory'.

[msookyspooky]

Asking Someone to be Your Valentine❤️

(Scream 1996) Everyone is 18+ in this

Tatum 🧸

- One of thee most important days to her. 1. Because she is definitely going to compare what other girls got for Valentines Day and make sure she can brag that she got something even better. 2. Because she likes heart shaped things + red and pink. 3. Because she genuinely loves an excuse to be romantic with gifts (And receiving them too)

- Is dropping hints like crazy at you and will definitely start to get an attitude if she thinks you're forgetting

- Classic gifts over anything BUT would also be okay with a more unique gift as well. A cute teddy bear, chocolate, a dozen roses, a piece of jewelry are all potential things she's lowkey expecting

- Is excitedly grinning and giving you a sassy "Took long enough" once you finally ask her to be her valentine this year. The more extravagant and romantic; the better. Like, ask her in the halls with her locker decorated and make sure everyone sees the amount of love you have for her type of energy. (She gives me Leo or Libra Venus )

- If you didn't get her a gift she will be a little bummed out. I'm sorry but bbygirl has gifts as her love language.

- If you did something really cute and a little cheesy it will make up for the lack of gifts but she'll act like it's gross even though she's still smiling and kissing you afterwards

- Depending on your relationship she most likely got you something too. It's something super intimate and probably expensive that you cannot top like an endearing and pricey necklace with both your initials. She doesn't want you to compete she's just naturally going to buy her Valentine the one thing she knows they'll swoon over.

- She fully expects, no matter what you gave her, to be taken out on a date...It's VALENTINES DAY, hello??? Wine. And. Dine. Her.

Sidney 💌

- Doesn't particularly like or hate the holiday but she thinks it's overrated and cheesy

- Is the type to spend it with friends and family just as much as her partner but is secretly waiting for her crush or partner to make the first move

- Doesn't expect much or anything at all to be honest

- She's gers more reserved and moody if it's Valentines Day or close to it and you still haven't asked her (She isn't dropping hints like Tatum either you ask or you don't but she's definitely gonna bottle it up and be upset with you if you don't)

- Is surprised when you do ask her even if you're in a relationship already. Gets the sweetest most relieved smile on her face when you do finally ask her to be your Valentine.

- If you get her the generic gift she'll just smile and thank you for it but a unique gift is what she's truly reacting to.

- She's going to really appreciate a unique gift like a music box or something sentimental with your picture on it that she can always know came from the heart

- Even if you just gave her a heartfelt poem or letter describing what she means to you; she's touched by it

- She's fine with ordering take out and just spending the day together and watching romcoms on the couch

Randy 🍫

- Acts like it's the most stupid, gross day of the year. Complains about everyone buying up every romance movie in the store and how sick he is of the decor of heart streamers everywhere and how many guys are trying to ask him the perfect movie to get her in the mood and how the horror section is untouched *goes on an hour long rant of Bela Lugosi saying it best about horror and romancing women* and swears it's a nothing but a conspiracy for capitalist companies to profit

- Not even 5 minutes after complaining is asking whoever he's talking to "So anyways, what do you think I should get YN?"

-Nervous af to ask you and got you the most basic cheesy traditional valentine's day gift simply because he's afraid he'll scare you off getting something too niche unless you're dating

- Isn't expecting anything from you because he's honestly scared you won't say yes to begin with (Unless you're already in a relationship but he still doesn't expect anything. He's just grateful you're with him.)

- If you're not dating; He's stunned if you got him a gift and asked him because...WHAT- You are asking him?...For real? Not as a joke? Seriously, you're asking him?-

- If you're dating he's still smiling and flabbergasted you got him something. Would appreciate any gift and probably never got a romantic gift in his life from anyone. So it doesn't matter if it's candy or a stuffed animal (If you don't get that boy a horror themed stuffie istg or a t shirt with horror movies on it or something) Something as simple as a card with a single rose will have him smitten with you even more than he already is

- Probably won't watch a horror movie on Valentines Day with you even if he secretly wants to. He'll take you to a small diner or small casual restaurant and then go see the latest movie you want to see at the local theater

- HOWEVER if you insist on seeing My Bloody Valentine with him at home and order pizza he'll be in love with you

Billy 🌹

- Hates the holiday. Tries to ignore it as much as he can before he realizes it's impossible with his feelings towards you.

- If he has a crush on you he's actually fucking awful at flirting. He's comparing you to a horror movie character as a compliment "I was watching the exorcist and it got me thinking of you" headass. So I can guarantee you you won't know if he likes you or not while Stu is dogging him for being awful at sending hints. He's relied on his pretty privilege his whole life; he has no idea what he's doing otherwise

- If you're already dating its easier to know he cares but also not because he naturally assumes you already know you're his so why make a big deal about Valentines Day? He'd be the type to panick because at the last minute Stu is like "What the fuck is wrong with you, man??? Go get them a stuffed animal or something before it's too late!" so he gets you the most cheesy traditional gift like a stuffie dog that says 'I ruff you'....It's okay, you can laugh together. He knows it sucks.

- He does seem the type though that if you REALLY spelled it out for him that you wanted to celebrate Valentines Day he'd make the most sentimental gift. Like made you something with your pictures together or a locket with a picture of you both or something very intimate like that.

- Doesn't expect a gift but is stunned when you get him one. Definitely acts nonchalant but secretly keeps it forever as a keepsake to remind him of you.

- If it's a crush and you're not dating he's asking you to talk in private and then asking you. He'd probably have his hands in his pocket the entire time asking in that monotoned voice he gets because he's nervous and trying to play it off like he's nonchalant about it. He might even have a single rose or note he's going to just drop in your lap and walk away while everyone around you is oohing and awing at that. It's not ACTUALLY because he's cool like everyone thinks it's because he's awkward af and would rather play it aloof than to embarrass himself trying to flirt and ask you around ppl

- If he asks you to be his Valentine in a relationship or as a crush; it's for you to hear and only you. He's not showy or into broadcasting his feelings for you in public simply because he feels that's something only people that have to prove something to everyone will do and he has nothing to prove. And he's embarrassed by it but won't admit it

- As for celebrating the actual day he probably wanted to watch horror like Randy but decided he could just watch it at home later. Instead he would definitely take you someplace private to star gaze or he actually took you to some private area he made to hang out and it's probably decorated with candlelight and everything too. He IS romantic he just isn't very charming about it if that makes sense

- He seems like the type to secretly expect you to put out with the effort he gave and would try it but if you didn't want to he wouldn't push. He'd act like it's cool even if he is lowkey moody about it afterwards. He'll get over it but he's still got toxic tendencies.

- If you know he's GF he definitely asked if he could kill someone you don't like as a gift. If you don't know, he is calling you with the GF voice changer and flirting with you hardcore over the phone. It's like an alter ego that boosts his confidence for sure. If you're already dating its totally him testing you to see if you tell him you have a boyfriend. But regardless he's still flirting and you might even realize it's him afterwards not relating that voice changer to GF kills YET.

Stu 🫀

- He likes the holiday because he can get laid and if he has a crush on someone he is going to like it even more!

- He's 'the man' in any relationship so he truly does not expect you to do anything for the holiday except reward him

- He's a giant kid underneath it all so he will be the type to act like he doesn't know when Valentines Day is or to purposely act like he'll ask someone else to get a rise out of you bc being like 'surprise! What? You thought I was forreal?" is just too exciting to pass up for him even if it's toxic af

- If you get him a gift he's flattered. However, you also don't realize what you just did. He is just going to go above and beyond to 'thank you' by getting you the most elaborate gift.

- Gets you the BIGGEST stuffed animal you've ever seen or the MOST roses in a bouquet you've laid eyes on or whatever else is a traditional gift but big and huge and loud just to outshine anything else anyone could get you in the past or future.

- Don't expect too unique or sentimental of a gift it's not that he doesn't care as much as he thinks you wouldn't want something like that so he doesn't even consider it. He thinks everybody wants as shallow and crude of gifts as he does. Bigger, shinier, more brag worthy; the better.

- If you know he's GF....Oh boy, he definitely considered a bloody heart of someone you hate in a candy box...Please give hints you would NOT like that or it might happen

- If you don't know he's GF his is showing up at your house, someones blood to write a Valentines message for you on something, scaring the shit out of you with the outfit and knife even if he's not hurting you and then showing up suspiciously quick to comfort you and tell you he's there to protect you. I wouldn't put it past him to taste the blood and lie and say 'See? It's corn syrup. Some guy with a crush is fucking with you' bc you would never expect him of lying or being so sadistic...You poor naive dumby.

- Is all over you all day long he's handsy anyways but Valentines Day has him even more in the mood for touching you

- In a relationship he expects lingerie and even bought you some. Sadly expect him to throw a baby fit if you don't model it for him that very night and demonstrate how easily it comes off too.

- Takes you out, dines you at a decently nice restaurant and then took a walk with you before taking you home. The boy is suave in a boy next door kind of way

Bonus:

Dewey

- He thinks the holiday is special and puts a lot of emphasis on it. The man is so sweet. He can be a bit confused but in an endearing way <3 So if he has a crush on you or in a relationship; he definitely doesn't forget Valentines Day but he does overcomplicate it.

- With a crush on you, he's surprisingly forward and honest with flirting with you. It's nothing that's crude but it is smooth enough to make you feel bashful at how honestly he admires you. "Gosh, you're beautiful/handsome." Would come out of his mouth in the most awestruck way that makes you whole heartedly beileve anything he says

- In a relationship he does shower you in compliments but sometimes he gets so stuck in his own head or his job that it consumes him. You might even be sad that he'll forget Valentines Day bc it seems like he's ignoring you

- When in actuality, he's so in his head thinking bc he's going above and beyond to make the upcoming day perfect

- As a crush he just asks you with a shy smile and probably has a bouquet he got you of a bunch of different flowers, not just roses bc he 'wants to know your favorite'

- In a relationship, especially your first Valentines, he goes all out...The man is stressing himself out entirely too much. Be prepared for a burnt dinner he made, rose petals to the bedroom with candles but hot wax got all over the floor that he now has to clean up, the wine bottle fell on the floor and shattered everywhere, and this poor thing is clutching his head wanting to almost cry at how much he 'screwed up' a special day he tried so hard to make memorable. if you don't love him and tell him it's okay istg I'll find you

- You both spend it cleaning everything up and going out to eat somewhere or getting take out

Gale

- Doesn't necessarily love the holiday. In fact, she finds it annoying. However, she also uses it as an excuse to spoil you so she tolerates it.

- This woman does not play around with anything. If she has a crush on you she is making it known. If you're in a relationship, she already has the day planned out but expects effort from you too. She ain't no simp she takes as much as she gives.

- As a crush, she bought a very luxurious suit or dress for you and surprises you with it. When you ask why; she tells you she's taking you to the ritzious place outside of town.

- If you're already in a relationship I wouldn't put it past her to book a trip for the entire Valentines Weekend like you're on a honeymoon or something

- The only way she wouldn't spoil you with her wealth as a famous journalist is if you refused it (Like Dewey did I'm sure) and then she actually has no idea what to do... She's AWFUL with emotions. Buying ppl things is the easiest way for her to say 'I love you' so what the hell is she supposed to do if you don't accept lavish gifts????

- She'd be determined to woo you though. It's Gale Weathers; no challenge is too much. Even if it drives her crazy in the meantime.

- She buys lingerie for herself regularly so it's nothing for her to be laying in bed with a new set on her body. Expect a new piece and her body sprawled out on your bed later ~

- She stressed herself out making a private venue with lights, music, wine glasses on a patio. It works but just know she cursed out every light trying to string them up.

- If you tell her then she would try to be more intouch with her softer side for you even if it's not easy.

[fanficsat12am]

telling the brothers they would look pretty with a ring I Beelzebub & Belphegor

Request: Hi, may i ask for a request where mc tells the demon brothers that they would look pretty with a ring? AN: IM BACK!! UGHHHHH I'm so sorry for the long wait, school is an absolute mess. I missed writing here so much y'all. I swear I'll try to post as much headcanons and dialogues as much as I can BUT I PROMISE YOU, NO MATTER HOW QUIET I MAY BE, IM STILL ALIVE❤️❤️

NOTE: NONE OF THESE IMAGES ARE MINE, NOR AM I TRYING TO SELL THEM.

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Lucifer & Mammon Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Now hear him out. He’s willing to eat literally anything. You’ve seen him eat things you had never imagined being eaten by a person—not that it was edible in the first place, but he’s done it.

He had just gotten finished with his monthly nail painting schedule with Asmo, and his hands looked absolutely fresh and pampered. You never really took notice of how strong yet delicate his hands looked. They were usually slathered in sauce for you to notice.

“Honey, have you ever tried a ring on before? Your hands are gorgeous”

Beel felt his heart flutter—a dumb smile forming on his face. He loved the idea of keeping something that made him feel like he was connected to you. Despite that, you both knew a ring with a gem on top would just look like a bedazzled onion ring to him.

Because of this, he decided to practice with some ring pops. Not even a whole day had passed, he had already eaten 6 pieces. The poor guy was really trying though. He wanted to have a legitimate matching ring with you that could last long, so he did.

This baby had practiced for so long that once he got the hang of not eating something for once, he immediately went out to buy some for the both of you.

You were in the kitchen preparing some food for Beel when he suddenly burst through the entrance wearing a huge smile on his face. He excitedly plopped down on one of the stools and extended his hand. On it laid a small box with a little bow on top. You opened it to find a ring in the shape of a spatula, kinda like SpongeBob’s. You were obviously confused and he said he wanted something he can remember you by, lifting his hand to show you his.

“I know it’s hard for me not to eat something like this, but I’ll really try! I want you to know that no matter what I eat, you’ll always be my one and only little chef <3.”

He made sure never to try and eat his despite it being so tempting. When he’s had a rough day, he’ll look at his ring and start getting back to his happy ol self—knowing he’ll get to see and hold you at the end of the day.

Belphegor

The both of you decided to have a picnic date underneath the stars in the planetarium. Despite his usual sleepy demeanor, he was excitedly pointing at each constellation he could find. He spoke about how each constellation had a story to tell, not of those you and other humans know from mythology and instead about how they told the story of the three realms. This obviously sparked your interest and asked plenty of questions…for the first part.

It’s not that you got bored or anything, it’s just that his finger looked so soft and supple. He continued, failing to notice your silence and just rationalizing it as you appreciating the stories. He was about to tell you more until you wordlessly took his hand in yours and admired it? He couldn’t really tell.

“Ya know, we should try putting a ring on this. Your finger would look great with one, Baby”

A small tint of pink would dust his cheeks with his signature grin. He looked at you with fondness while his mind spun with the different rings that could express his undying love for you. After a few hours, you both decided to call it a night and get back to your rooms before you get caught by Lucifer.

On your next date though, you were surprised to see Belphie pulling a box out of his pocket. You felt as if your heart was about to beat out of your chest, thinking he was about to propose or something. He noticed your panicked face and reassured you it wasn’t the case. He opened it to reveal a beautiful Little Dipper ring with tiny gemstones connecting to form the constellation. He placed it on your finger and it slipped in perfectly.

“You might not know this, but the Big Dipper and Little Dipper are said to represent how vast and endless one’s love and connection are. We were separated by two worlds but I know that no matter what lifetime or form we take, you are the one for me, my Little Dipper.”

”Does this mean I can call you Big D.”

He makes sure to always wear his, even when he goes to sleep at night. Whenever he’s out and the stars are nowhere to be seen, he looks down at his finger and knows that there’s always one star that shines through the dark and empty sky.

[hakkais-hoe]

I want a bimbo reader x tenjiku fluff where the reader is just adorably stupid yet somewhat makes everyone love them :) idk why I'm so into bimbo nowadays💀

um yes those men would obsess over a little bimbo reader even platonically!! n who tf doesn't love a bimbo

So bimbo!r is more cute and stupid in this rather than overly seductive, ofc she still likes her tiny skirts n very cleavage showin tops 😩

age warning:16+

warnings: female reader!! pure sweet fluff, lots of bimbo use, slightly dumb n oblievious reader, simping men, swearing, poly, separate how they feel scenarios, reader sits and decorates their hair with random clips and bobbles, boobs are mentioned a lot!, light mentions of violence n fighting.

Characters: Izana, Haitani's, Mucho, Kakucho, Shion.

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Look as a whole they absolutely adore their little bimbo to the point of obsession

Izana is pretty subtle about it until he hears someone saying shit about you then he goes full blown feral

Ran litterally fawns over you 24/7, kinda eggs on the dumb part of you so he can baby you

Rindou is kind of like a feral guard dog, will stand over your shoulder and shout at anyone who bothers you

Kaku is so sweet about it, will explain things to you or just simply spoil you rotten with affection

Mucho is pretty silent still, really likes when you wear pretty clothes and flaunt them to him. Also buys you lost of outfits. Lives for when you plonk yourself down in his lap mindlessly

Shion and you are literally the same. He’s just as much of a bimbo but he’s a loud dumb blonde bimbo. Needs things explaining to him too

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“Zana! Kaku! Look what me an Shi got!!” Your bubbly loud voice has all of your other partners turning to glance at the two loud bubbly bimbos practically skipping their way. Proud looks are plastered on the two of yous faces, on your right is your dumb blond boyfriend holding up two matching shopping bags.

Grins and knowing smiles form on the other five men’s faces, Ran elbows Mucho and tilts his head in the direction of two men that followed the two of you in, taking note of the two. Instead of saying anything they turn back to the two of you to see what is in the two bags.

“Okay, okay what ya got pretties? Is it food? I’m starving now.” Ran hums waltzing forwards to meet the rest of the group at the place Izana and Kakucho are stood.

“Noooo babyyyy don’t guess just wait for yous to show you~” You coo wrapping your arms around Muchos neck to hang off the hulking figure. He effortlessly supports your weight with one arm while he ruffles Shions messsy hair with the other. Shion sports a sweet smile before he grins back at the bags cockily looking back at you.

When everyone is stood around the bags you and Shion move to open them. Bright silly grins rest on your faces.

“C’mon love just show us! Rans made me fuckin hungry now… dickhead.” Rindou grumbles from the corner before smacking his brother in the head grumpily. You pout at the impatient men before pulling out the new mochi and random assortment of hair ties and fun clips/accessories you found.

“Lookkkkk!!! How cute are these!? We wanna sit nd do everyone’s hair so you look cute!!” You’re ditzy glee filled grin sends all of them reeling into simp central.

“That’s not food… we should order food while they do our hair…” Rindou mutters already taking a seat before yoru seating hands, his head resting just below the swell of your tits.

“Heyyy! No fair I wanted y/n to do mine first it’ll take the longest!” Ran protests in a loud whine already trying to move his brother and failing, instead he settles for resting his chin on your shoulder where he can easily sneak glances at the bright pink bra you have poking out of the plunge neckline shirt.

Grumbles and complaints are thrown from the others before they set about either letting Shion do their hair or going out to get food for the others.

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Izana

Wholeheartedly adores when you do stupid shit like this

Will never show it tho

Sits facing you when you get around to his hair

Shamelessly rests his head between your tits without a warning

Will kill anyone who upsets you :)

Gets pissed off when anyone other than the other 5 look at you too long

Loves your scent

Acts unbothered by everting cute that you do or your random stupid questions but inside he’s like dying n screaming

Kakucho

Very patient and acts like a gentleman

Doesn’t stick his head in ya cleavage like most of the others

Blushes n sweats like a sinner in church when you’re boobs bounce in his eyeline

Scary dog privilege when he’s around

Once out a guy in hospital for catcalling you

Always walks you places because you somehow always attract the wrong attention

Answers your dumb questions honestly even if it’s a really obvious answer

Is flushed every time he catches a glimpse of ur underwear or bra

Mucho

Openly dotes on you

Best believe it was his money you and shion spent on those clips

Let’s you stick one or two in his hair

Insists on you standing between his legs throughout

Holds your waist so gently

Rich boy spends so much money on you and loves it

You saw a cute tiny dress in a window, it’s wrapped in a pretty box with a bow just waiting for you a day later

Glares at people over your shoulder

Violent intent 24/7

Very calm about everything apart form you

Can and will snap anyone’s bones when they comment on your clothes

Spoils you rotten like any thing you want it’s yours

Shion

Look this bitch is 100% a bimbo too

He’s like a male carbon copy of you in the way he acts only he’s highly aggressive

Like a chihuahua

Helps with everyone’s hair then sits bouncing in his chair so you can do his

Another guy that rests his head on your tits

Tends to bite tho

Adores you so much, likes to brag about how pretty his baby is

Probably tries to fight anyone who even glances your way even if they weren’t looking at you

Likes to play with your hair too

Ran

Menace to society ♡

Best believe if you plan to touch his beloved hair you better be prepared for him to use you as a pillow

Makes you sit on a couch so he can lay on your lap so he can sleep while you do his hair

Loves the feeling of sleeping on your thighs

Falls asleep so fast if you massage his head or gently brush your fingers through his hair

You hen to re braid it after tho

Wants all of your attention if he’s on your lap

Can and will gaslight anyone who speaks to you

Whips his batton out at the slightest inconvenience

Only lets you and rin touch his hair

Absolutely indulges in your oblivious and slightly dumb questions

Teases you to no end till your pouting and tearing up before he brakes and apologises

Could not live without you now

Rindou

10000% tsundere

Acts like he kind of doesn’t like you but is the first to go along with your weird things

Either acts like he doesn’t care or acts tired 24/7

When he’s tired he’ll just go along with it anyway without a word

Another scary dog privilege but only cos he’s a bit feral

Acts really cold untill you utter anything about being insulted or upset then he’s worried af

Will hunt down anyone who upset you and dislocate all their limbs violently

Gets sweeter the longer your there

Enjoys just holding your hand and playing with your fingers or acrylic nails

Dies for the way false/acrylic nails feel against his scalp

All in all these men are all the “wear what you want I can fight” type of boyfriends ♡

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Not sure how I feel bout this one but it is what it is :|

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

BTS reaction : when you tell them you're pregnant

NAMJOON

You come back home from work to see your husband waiting for you on the couch, "Hi baby" you excitedly walked over to him but frown when you see his serious face.

"When are you going to tell me?" "Tell you what?" "That you're pregnant" "YOU FOUND OUT!!! I SWEAR TO GOD IM SENDING JIMIN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL I TOLD HIM NOT T-" you cut short your sentence as he rose up from his seat gave you a small smile as you looked up at him as he basically towered over you. "Why wasn't I supposed to know?" he looked down at you curiously.

You pouted and started sulking in the corner of couch whispering that you wanted to surprise him but he ruined it for you. He chuckles before pulling you into a hug "You know, surprise or not, I'm over the moon today and do you think the tiny shoes I brought yesterday would fit our baby. I'm gonna go shopping tomorrow-" " calm down mr.kim we still haven't even completed 2 months yet"

JIN

He was frozen at his place as he couldn't believe what you just said. Tiny tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he felt so overwhelmed. He then hugged tightly, so tightly that you felt like you would suffocate.

"I'm so happy, I can't believe we are going to be parents, this is unbelievable" he then started crying loudly because of the happiest announcement he just got. After calming down a bit, he gave a long loving kiss until it was ruined by the other members coming in by shouting "WAH JIN HYUNG IS BECOMING A DAD" "JIN HYUNG CONGRATULATIONS"

You looked up at him as he gave you one last kiss before going to join the boys

YOONGI

Yoongi turned his head to his door squeaking open and found you poking your head inside, he smiles a little before motioning you to come in and pats his thigh basically telling you to sit on his lap.

"Babe I wanna tell you something" "What is it princess?" you bit on your lip nervously, noticing your nervousness he lifted your head with a finger "Come on princess!! Don't be nervous" "I-I'm pregnant" he was silent for sometime.

He then suddenly lifted you up and started spinning you "I'm gonna be a fucking dad princess, I'm so happy" kissing you sweetly "I love you princess."

HOSEOK

"Happy Birthday love" You said as you hugged your husband, "Thank you my love" he gives you a forehead kiss for which he received some 'eww's from the members (not like he cares)

You handed him a big box as he eyed at the pink ribbon tied on it. he carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box, seeing a hoodie on top he took it but also noticed a small hoodie under the bigger one. He took it out, and stared at it before realizing what it, he jumped up shockingly. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?"

Not even giving you time to nod, he started running around holding onto the little pink hoodie like his life depended on it. "I'm gonna be dad!!!"

JIMIN

You heard Jimin running down the stairs while screaming your name "WHAT?" , "YOU'RE PREGNANT?" he asked with doe eyes as he held the pregnancy stick in his hand which had two bright lines. Widening your eyes you finally revealed "Y-Yes" "IM GONNA BE DAD Y/N, IM GONNA BE DAD"

Tears welled up his eyes as he hugged you tightly, kissing you over and over again. He cupped your cheeks and said "I love you princess, I even love the kid that's growing in your tummy, I can't wait to buy all the things and prepare the nursery-" "Babe, babe not so early first we gotta go to the first doctor check up"

Taehyung

TAEHYUNG

You felt a hand comforting your back as you both patiently waited for the test to come out. You bit your lips anxiously as you heard the alarm tick indicating that it was time to check. You eyed your husband before he said "Princess its fine if we don't get the positive result now, we can always try again"

As you picked up the pregnancy stick you saw that it had two lines, you gasped as you both were at the verge of tears. You and your husband were trying for a baby from a long time and now that you're finally having a baby, you both were over the moon

JUNGKOOK

You had been feeling nauseous from many days, and you also had terrible mood swings. You had booked a doctor's appointment just to make sure you were correct.

Few weeks later you and your husband were chilling on the couch when you got a mail, Jungkook opened the file as he looked at for seconds before realizing that it was your reports, he ran back to you with wide eyes, "Babe you're pregnant" he sounded so overjoyed at the news he started jumping around.

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[racinggirl]

unconditionally || lando norris 4

type: one shot pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 2.9k summary: meeting each other turns into something other than just friends... Will he trust you? requested: yes! ''Lando Norris with a singer!reader please'' (by anon) Requests are OPEN warnings: mentions of cheating, trust issues, a little bit of angst, mentions of s*x, swearing notes: I loved writing this one! it's something I'm quite proud of, especially since I've connected a song to it. I linked the song in the text, so just click on the link to listen to it once you get there!

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We all know a story about a girl who likes a boy, and a boy who likes a girl, a story that can go multiple ways, in most cases at least. There’s scenario one; the boy likes the girl and the girl likes the boy back, easy as it is, they start dating and love each other till the end. No drama, no interferences in their relationship, just love and good luck. A dream, right? Then you also have scenario two; the boy likes the girl, the girl doesn’t like the boy, the boy tries but fails and they both end up liking someone else. Sure, it would be a heartbreak for the boy, but he’d eventually move on and have a happy life. The same goes the other way around, obviously, when the girl likes the boy but the boy doesn’t like the girl.

However, there’s one more scenario, a situation that has happened to Lando Norris, a brown haired, 22 year old boy from Bristol, who occasionally drives a very fast car all over the world. He loved racing, it was one of his passions ever since he was a child. He was fast too, nonetheless, and was clever in his mind, because he had to think of every word he spoke whenever they asked him a question, especially about you.

See, that one scenario, the kind of odd scenario, still has to be discussed. It’s a scenario in which the boy and the girl, at first, don’t like each other, but are very close to each other. It’s more of a elongation of scenario two, in which the boy likes a girl, but that girl doesn’t like him, anymore.

‘’I fucking hate her.’’ Lando was packing his clothes, roughly, throwing his orange McLaren hoodie in, not even taking the time to fold it, because he had to see her, he had to ask her, know, maybe even not know. His shoes weren’t even tied, because he couldn’t wait, no, he had to see her now. ‘’Lando, wait, maybe there’s an explanation, don’t rush things now.’’ Max Fewtrell, one of Lando’s best friends from childhood stood in the doorframe, one foot crossed over the other, as he watched the Brit furiously pack his stuff.

Lando scoffed, but did not pause packing, pair of boxers, joggers, a white shirt and some socks. He then walked over to the bathroom, gathering the essentials; toothbrush, toothpaste, Moroccan argan oil for his curly hair, a brush. ‘’Mate-‘’

‘’Don’t ‘mate’ me, Max, I fucking saw the pictures, alright? You’re not telling me this’’ he said as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, opening it by the face recognition – groaning as his phone at first didn’t recognize his face, but it did at the second try – and revealing the picture that had been scattered all over the internet by now.

Max looked at the picture, and a sigh escaped his lips as he moved to the side when Lando forced his way back to the bedroom, pushing his toiletry bag in the suitcase before zipping it right up. He was mad, pissed, but mostly heartbroken, because the one thing he hoped wouldn’t happen to him, happened, and it hurt.

‘’She’s calling.’’

‘’Don’t answer.’’

‘’But-‘’

‘’Don’t answer.’’

Lando was quick in walking towards Max, grasping the phone out of his hands and his finger pressing the red button without hesitation. ‘’I’m leaving, I’m gonna hear her story, not that I’m buying it, and I’m breaking up with her.’’ Lando didn’t even notice the tear falling from the corner of his right eye, onto his light pink cheek, blushed, because of the stress. Max knew now was not the time to argue with Lando, because he knew Lando had to deal with it on his own way, and he could, he was strong.

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Weeks later, and you were walking through the club, a drink in your hand, your phone in the other. You were searching for your friends, because believe it or not, you’d lost them in the middle of this big, fancy club in London. You opened your phone, ready to text or call your friends – not that it would actually be effective though, because the music was blasting so loudly you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts – and that’s when you felt two arms wrapping around you. Your first reaction was pulling away, immediately, but when you heard the familiar voice you calmed down.

‘’For god’s sake Chris! Don’t do that again!’’ You tried to be louder than the music, which was a task on itself, and followed one of your friends to the area your friends had moved to. Once you arrived, you noticed your friends were talking to people, other people, people you didn’t know, yet.

‘’Y/n! There you are! We lost you.’’ You simply smiled at Daisy, one of your friends, and rose your glass a little above your shoulders. ‘’A girl needs to drink too.’’ You smiled, taking a sip of your cocktail.

‘’We made friends, here, introduce yourself.’’ You walked closer to the group of friends, guys, a few of them. You introduced yourself, and so did they, they were fun people, nice to hang out with, chill, good dancers for sure, and handsome too, definitely.

A few drinks later, quite a few actually, and you found yourself on one of the boy’s houses, on the couch, laughing with them, telling stories, talking about life, and it’s obstacles. You felt comfortable, relaxed, at ease. You might blame it on the alcohol, but it was good, fun, something you hadn’t had in a long time because of your performances.

‘’No fucking way you did that!’’ One of the boys laughed after you just told them one of your embarrassing stories you had whilst being on the podium. ‘’Yep, and I was so embarrassed, but I had to keep going.’’ ‘’With the same clothes?’’ ‘’Yep.’’ You laughed.

In the mean time, you had felt an arm on your shoulder, one of the guys, the brown haired one, had his arm placed carefully on the couch behind you a few minutes ago, but it had slipped down to your shoulder while you were telling your story. You didn’t mind, though, he was nice, friendly and good looking.

Everybody had been caught up in a conversation, Chris was talking to Tom and Brenda, Max was in a conversation with Daisy and Paul, some others were grabbing drinks in the kitchen. You were silent, as well as the guy next to you, the guy you had been dancing with in the club, sitting with in the taxi on your way to Tom’s house, and you were now sitting next to, in the slightly dark living room.

‘’You’re pretty.’’ You heard the same guy whisper those words in your ear, his breath hitting the side of your head, a breath that was, even with the amount of alcohol you both had consumed, still filled with a nice scent of peppermint. He was aware of good hygiene, something you could only appreciate.

‘’Thank you, Lando, you are very handsome yourself as well.’’ You turned to look at the guy, maybe it was the alcohol flowing through your system, but you could swear he just winked at you. ‘’Care to go upstairs?’’ He was direct, very direct, and you liked it, because you had been thinking the same thing he had. ‘’Yes.’’

-

That evening was one to remember, because how it had effected your life, was one to write down in the books. Headlines, everywhere, news, media, Instagram, everybody wanted to know if it was true, did Lando Norris have a relationship with the singer y/n y/l/n, after being seen together in a club, a taxi and outside Tom Bale’s house; all on the same evening, that evening.

‘’Have you spoken to him about this?’’

‘’No, of course not, Daisy, I don’t even have his phone number.’’ You looked up from your phone, another headline about the two of you making it to the #1 trending tweet this week.

‘’Just ask him on Instagram, then.’’ You sighed, biting your lip as you went to Instagram, searching his name in the search bar and pressing on it. Then, at that moment, your heart skipped a beat, since you saw the white text in the blue section.

Follow back

-

More weeks had passed, and you and Lando decided to ignore the media, because the both of you agreed you weren’t into each other, at least, not to that extend. A boy and a girl, not into each other. Yet.

It was time for Silverstone, the British GP, and you were invited to sing the national anthem, which was a big honour, and good for your career, being able to give it a boost after your well deserved break. Your singing career had been going great, you brought out a few albums, hitting the top hits every time, you were growing, quickly. Creating a decent fanbase, and whether you liked it or not, since that evening with Lando, it grew even more.

‘’y/n?’’ You smiled at the brown haired guy in front of you, giving him a hug when you walked through the paddock with him. ‘’Hi, Lando, surprised to see me?’’ You let out a laugh, smiling at the Brit.

‘’No, I mean, yes, I didn’t know you were coming.’’

‘’Well, I thought I’d surprise you.’’

‘’I like the surprise.’’

‘’Good.’’

One problem, your one time thing with Lando that evening in the middle of London, wasn’t a one time thing anymore. Whenever one of you felt off at night, after you had exchanged phone numbers through Instagram, you and him decided to meet up a few more times, without anyone noticing, because you didn’t want more headlines to cover your for you pages.

No feelings, on either side, yet. It was just a casual, friends-with-benefits situation you never thought you’d find yourself in, and especially not with Lando Norris. But it didn’t bother you, at least not too much, you were getting some action and movements in your life again, feeling that adrenaline whenever you sneaked out of his house the next day, or making sure nobody would see him get into your house in the middle of the night.

It was fun, till Lando found himself in this situation, this scenario, better known as scenario 2, and no, not race-wise scenario’s, but more serious, life scenario’s. Even though you both promised each other, no feelings, it’s not something you can ignore when you actually get them, because you, of all people knew, feelings weren’t something you could control.

‘’You sang beautifully, y/n.’’ You were in the McLaren hospitality, alongside Daniel and Lando, because you knew Lando the best of everyone on the grid, and we all know why and how. ‘’Thanks Daniel, it means a lot.’’ You smiled at the Aussie guy and then looked over at Lando, a sigh escaping your lips. ‘’You alright?’’ You asked, frowning. Lando’s race didn’t go as planned, a DNF to his name because of a engine failure made him be the first, and the only one, to not finish the race.

‘’Yeah, I’m fine.’’ He mumbled and looked down at his hands. You eyed the Australian man, who patted Lando’s back a few times. ‘’Ah don’t worry mate, next time you’ll be up there at the podium again.’’

Later that day, after all the media obligations had been fulfilled, you went to the hotel with Lando, simply because you as well stayed at that hotel, and you wanted to cheer Lando up, in your own ways. The moment you stepped into his hotel room, after making sure nobody saw the two of you go in there together, you smashed your lips against his, feeling your back being pressed against the wall as you and Lando both got rid of your clothes as fast as you could.

‘’I had a feeling this would cheer you up, at least a little bit.’’ You mumbled, your hands moving over his well tanned, muscular and perfect body. However, when he was shirtless, not bottomless yet, and you were standing in your lingerie set in front of him, he took a step back, turning around without looking at you. You were confused, did you do something wrong? Was it your lingerie set? Your breath?

‘’Are you alright?’’ You asked, following him to the bed as he was sitting on top of it, his head resting in his hands, elbows on his knees, creating red circles on his skin. ‘’Lando.’’ You sat next to him, a hand on his back, which made him tense up at first, but relax after. ‘’We can’t do this anymore, y/n.’’ You frowned, what was he talking about? Why did he change his mind all of a sudden? ‘’What?’’

‘’We can’t do this, this, friends with benefits thing anymore.’’ As if the confusion wasn’t enough already, you were completely lost right now.

‘’And why’s that?’’

‘’Just because.’’

‘’Just because what, Lando, don’t you think I deserve an explanation?’’

‘’You do, but I can’t tell you.’’

What the fuck?

‘’Well, you should, because I deserve to know!’’ You were almost raising your voice right now, because you were confused, literally seconds ago you were all over each other, not being able to not touch each other and right now, you were sitting here, feeling rejected, big time.

‘’We made an agreement, didn’t we?’’ He asked, his voice a little bit louder than usual. ‘’We made an agreement and I broke it!’’

He broke it, you weren’t sure of what he was saying, but unconsciously, you knew. ‘’What, you mean you..’’

‘’Yes, I have feelings for you, okay?!’’

Shit.

‘’You do?’’ You carefully sat down, a blanket covering your body, your head rested against the wall behind the bed. You looked at him, his struggle being visible, even from the outside. You knew his past, you knew about his ex, the one that cheated on him. You knew he had to find out through the media, seeing a picture of his – back then – girlfriend, kissing another guy, it’s horrible to experience something like that, and you knew, because it happened to you as well.

‘’Yes, I do, and I’m sorry, because I know it doesn’t come from your side, and I just, I can’t help it.’’ He sighed, and you simply smiled, reaching for his hand.

‘’What are you doing?’’

‘’Lando, you’ve heard my recent song, right?’’ You were playing with his fingers, gently, aligning your fingers with his.

‘’I have, yeah. Why?’’

‘’Listen to it again.’’

(I recommend listening to ‘Unconditionally from Katy Perry’)

You and Lando had grown close, especially the last couple of weeks, months. Sure, you were friends with benefits, but other than that, you knew each other’s deepest secrets, small habits and frustrations. You had become best friends, and you cherished that deeply. You knew every little detail about him, and he knew the same about you. Moments shared together, texting every week, every day almost, but still you denied the fact you were actually falling in love with your best friend. So you wrote it down, your feelings. That was one of the good things about being a singer-songwriter, you were good with words, and right now, you were glad you had released this song a few days ago, because it was something you wrote whilst being in this friend-relationship with Lando.

He listened to the song he put on his phone, really focussing on the lyrics and once it finished, he slowly turned to you, but you weren’t looking at him. ‘’I know it’s hard for you to trust again, Lando.’’ You whispered, your gaze slowly moving to face his. He swallowed, thicky, and let out a sigh, a sigh that felt like it was stuck in his throat for weeks now. ‘’But so do you.’’ He whispered back, a small smile appearing on his face as you intertwined your fingers, holding onto his hand tightly.

‘’But I trust you.’’ You both said it at the same time, making the both of you let out a soft chuckle, Lando moving up to sit closer to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, just like he did the first night you hung out together.

‘’I want to be with you.’’ He then whispered, close to your ear. ‘’I want to make memories with you, show you guys can be good, help writing songs by creating situations you can write about, I want to take you to every race, support you at your concerts, make you feel loved, happy, yeah, especially that.’’

You turned to look at him, tingling feelings in your stomach, his hand still intertwined with yours, a smile on both your lips. You kissed him, this time not as just friends, but as something more valuable than that, something more meaningful and partially complicated. ‘’Be mine.’’ He whispered against your lips, and you simply nodded in response, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pulled him closer, if that was even possible.

‘’I love you, Lando.’’

‘’I love you too, y/n, unconditionally.’’

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 & 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠

Characters: Sano "Mikey" Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu

ೃ⁀➷Baji Keisuke:

Attending a Local Festival Together

If you asked him, he hated the idea of crowded places. Especially the festivals where kids were screaming their throat out. And the scene of sappy lovers who were clinging on their lovers especially made him sick-

"Kei, stop giving death glares to people!"

"But babe-- They're looking at you!"

"And you're clinging on me like a damn koala! They are way too scared of you to do anything!"

But he was just like those "sappy lovers" with you, not that he minded. He would shower you with kisses, buy any snacks to go with watching the fireworks...

Now that he was watching you run around happily while grabbing his wrist to go and watch the fireworks, he suddenly realized the amount of love he felt for you, the amounts he would go just to make sure that pretty smile would stay on your face.

So that he would spend every time he had with lovingly annoying you and hear your voice.

"Kei, stop looking at me and watch the fireworks! This is a rare occurance- Kei? Are you okay?"

You were both curious and worried since he was looking at you with an unreadable yet soft gaze. You blushed under his gaze, the sharp yet loving look but all thoughts went away like a balloon when you felt his soft yet slightly chapped lips on yours. Fireworks had started and people were watching it but to both of you, the most beautiful scene was right there within your eyes and souls.

ೃ⁀➷ Hanemiya Kazutora

Having a Spa Night

"I swear I'm going to slap you so hard that maybe a little bit of this prettiness would fall and I could pick it up"

Trying not to laugh at what you said with a serious face while you were laying down on the bed and he was waiting for his face mask to dry, he nudged your hips to make you face him. "My pretty lover is always beautiful, even if they have cucumber on their eyes- And what's with that coffin sleeping?"

"I'm preparing to see heaven before I open my eyes since I'll be blessed with your damned beauty."

Bursting out at the playfullnes of your words, he sat down and tugged you to himself much to your protests of your mask not drying up yet. This kind of domesticity where he could lay down and enjoy being pampered by you and relaxing were the absolute heaven for him. Seeing you in that tiger face mask- the one you begged to have one whole box because it was his favorite- made him coo at you sweetly and you tried not to smile so widely but failed. Even if he was a tease he was your tease that made your heart soar. And why not tease him too?

Turning your head with a little roar that mostly resembled a kitten's meow, you both giggled and got up only to end up pushing each other away to get to the sink first.

"Wait, wait 'Tora! Let's push your hair back a bit, baby."

His breath hitched when you leaned over and he was able to smell the parfume you always wore. Seeing you so concentrated with just simply pushing his hair back with a headband, he couldn't help but think that it wasn't a bad idea to spend the rest of his days like this.

With headbands over your heads, slippers on and humming old songs while you both applied creams to each others face- you scolding him for not wearing enough on his face while giving him a scientifical lecture as why it was so important- He realized that home, the one thing he needed the most, was right here.

Between a smaller figured hand that was putting cream over his face, the one that reflected all the love he had for the smaller figure whose eyes were shining with... the same amount of love.

And even if you were successfull with flustering him with the petname, he had a better option to see that adorable pink tint over your cheeks.

Kissing your lips passionetly, even with the masks still sitting over your faces, he laughed hard when you tried to hide yourself benath his neck. It wasn't the first time he kissed a girl, but it was definetly the first time he had this feeling:

The intoxicating feeling of passion and the want to be closer, to be one with you...

"Really, beautiful? You're gonna hide right after I kissed you? You called me baby and I didn't even get embarrassed!"

"IT'S CALLED AS FIRST KISS FOR A REASON!"

Yeah, he could definetly spend his time like that. Headbands, slippers and a love that was enough to make his heart burst out and pour all of his love for the person that made everything seem a lot more better...

ೃ⁀➷ Sano Manjiro:

Getting back in touch with your inner child and finger paint together

Getting together with Mikey surely weren't that easy, apart from his clinginess and whiny-baby-self. You knew what happened to both him and Emma, about Shinichiro's death and how they never really had a taste of the happy and uncareness childhood brought.

But today, it would change for good.

Earlier that day, you literally jumped at him and demanded- yes, demanded from the Invincible Mikey- to come at that one park where he would always go and sleep until late evening to have a date with you. He was shocked, as like other members, but he immediately squealed and hugged you a bit too thight which made Draken hit his head while dragging him, while pouting, away from you.

"SEE YOU LATER, Y/N-CHAN!! I LOVE YOU!!"

And now, he was sitting on one of the tables with a seat, huffing out impatiently while waiting for you to come. And when he saw your figure which was running at him at full speed with two bags that looked heavy, he knotted his brows in confusion. "What are... these?"

"We're gonna finger paint! I bought little canvas' and paint for us, first we're gonna paint these..." you stopped and took out a wooden butterfly and horse toy to show him. "And then finger paint to gift each other! I thought since you had never done this before, it would be good way to spend time..." you finished shyly, suddenly not being as enthusiastic and sure about your decision when Mikey just looked at you... frozen.

"Mikey, are you gonna say... something? I'm sorry if it sounds childish, you can deny it all you wa-"

"No, no... I wanna spend time with my lover. I just don't know how to paint, like which colors goes together the best?"

You didn't have to know, but sitting in front of each other with tongues poking out while painting will always be a fond memory in his mind. He would never forget how happy you were just by painting and spending time with him. Your proud face and wide smile who was showing what you did proudly, with black and golden, he patted your head and kissed the tip of your nose.

"So? Did you like my new date idea? I know it wasn't the most ideal but-"

"No, it was perfect... I've never did painting before so, making one with the prettiest person alive was amazing~"

Giggling quietly and watching him gaze at you with the softest smile ever, your heart made flips inside your ribcage. The want to just kiss him was strong but both of you hadn't even muttered "I love you", knowing that it was a big deal for Mikey and it wasn't about the nerves of "What if?"...

But his obsidian eyes were looking as if he was inviting you to... kiss him.

"I am not interpreting this wrong, right?" Leaning in for a kiss slowly, gazing at his lips while he did the same. "Don't be afraid, Manjiro... I'll always be with you until we both die as old geezers."

Snorting at your way of confessing, he slowly pressed his lips to yours. It wasn't an anxiety filled kiss, rather a freshing kiss that made you feel even much younger and amazing. He always knew that you were a new breath, a sunshine but now that he was kissing you, he was finally sure of himself and the future that you might not be one of the victims of his affection.

"I love you..." you both said at the same time while pecking each other breathlessly.

ೃ⁀➷Matsuno Chifuyu

Watching early morning cartoons and making breakfast together

"Y/N, WHAT... What are you doing here?!"

"To find Nemo? WHAT DO YOU-hmph!"

Slapping a hand on your mouth to prevent you from yelling, he listened for his mother and whether she heard you or not. Upon hearing nothing, he sighed in relief and let you get inside while you were cursing at him for slapping your mouth hard while he was blushing in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, baby... I just got scared."

"I know 'fuyu... But you need to kiss it better, or else it will hurt forever, and I'll not be able to sleep and then miss the classes..."

Laughing hard at your pouty lips, and another failed attempt at making him kiss you, you sulked after him who was getting out of his room and downstairs slowly to prepare some snacks for both of you. You didn't understand why he just wouldn't kiss you, or go further than just cheek kisses, fearing that he was disgusted by you.

But you knew that your sweet boyfriend wasn't like that, always so loving to you, even fearing to hold your hand in the beginning of the relationship. But you weren't at fault to just cuddle him and kiss him, hang out with him freely but you also understood his side.

He didn't want to be seen with you out, to not danger your life by seeing with him but it didn't make it any better to just want to be with him, the persistent little voices inside your mind being too much sometimes.

But you weren't going to ruin this early morning with your insecurities.

Seeing him in his huge hoodie while lounging, waiting for you, you shook all the worries away and plopped down next to him happily to eat snacks you were sure his mother would scold you for.

"What do you wanna watch, babe? Are we gonna continue that romance anime or-"

"Well... I thought we could watch some action and thriller, if that's okay with you?" said Chifuyu while playing with your fingers anxiously, waiting for your reaction. It was odd coming from him, someone who loved romance a lot. If he was doing it for you, you weren't about to let him not enjoy himself at your first date!

"'Fuyu, if you want to watch something romantic, it's okay by me. You don't have to force yourself."

"No, it's not that! I just felt like we always do what I love but not the other way, so I want to watch something YOU love..."

Blinking your eyes rapidly at what he said, you felt your heart flutter inside your chest and make back-flips at how he attentive he was. You didn't realize you were cooing at him, and snorted when he swatted your hand away and pouted.

"Hmm, let's see... Have you watched Courage the Cowardly Dog? I feel like you would like it!"

"Allright, that's what we're gonna watch!"

And after hours of watching it, he was at your collar for one more cartoon to watch. Hehe, I knew you'd like it!

"Okay, okay fine. But later, I feel like my eyes are going to be the next Sahara..."

Humming lightly, he plopped on your stomach and grabbed your hands to put on his head, letting you know he wanted you to play with his hair. Laughing delightedly at his childish face, you felt the sleep catch up to you but the voices... They came back at full force again. And unfortunately you had to ask him before they made everything worse for you.

" 'Fuyu, Are you awake?"

"Hmm..."

"I need to ask you something Chifuyu, it's... important."

Hearing how stern you sounded, he immediately leaped into action and sat cross legged in front of you. "What is it? Are you in trouble? Is someone bothering you? Did I do something-"

"' Fuyu, calm down! It's okay, I'm fine and no, you didn't do anything wrong... I just wanted to ask if... you are... disgusted by... me?"

You cringed at the way your voice cracked and came out as a question but tilted your head in curiosity since he wasn't... moving at all. I didn't break him right?

But he was just confused, heart broken and sad that you thought he was repulsed by you. Disgusted? You? The most amazing creation ever? The one he had been crushing on for ages? Did someone put this tought in your head?

"Who the fuck told you this? Just gimme a name and I-"

"No one 'Fuyu, it's just... My silly insecurities..." you mumbled anxiously, waiting for his next words. "If it makes you sad, it's not silly... Please, be honest with me love..."

Looking at his twinkling eyes and how the TV light lightened his face, you took a hold of his face and rubbed his cheeks softly. It was now or never, you thought and inhaled deeply to answer him.

"You don't wanna kiss me or cuddle me, always making excuse-"

"IT'S NOT TRUE! You are the most amazing, loving person I'd ever seen! I just got very anxious whenever we're close like that! I had to take several times to encourage myself to ask you out because you were so pretty coming to school, always talking to me and trying to help and I had this crush on you for the longest-"

"You... liked me way before you asked me out..?"

You didn't know that was how he felt, you always thought that he was intimidated by you. Especially whenever you would greet him and he would weakly answet back without looking at you.

Feeling your cheeks burn, you looked at his green eyes with blown away pupils. And the amount of emotions in them made Chifuyu gasp quietly. Taking your face between his hands, he leaned closer to your panicking self seated on the couch.

"But now, I see that my own anxieties caused pain to you and I'm sorry love... I know it's not the most romantic setting but... May I kiss you?"

"Chifuyu... You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with." You said breathlessly, lips so close to each other that you two shared the same breath. Closing his eyes softly and touching his lips slightly, he whispered into your soft ones and deepened the kiss.

"I'm not... And I want this more than anything..."

Needless to say, he was an amazing kisser and you had something to tease him for. But for now, you felt happy that all of your weight lifted from your shoulders and you were cuddled up to the best person to spend your life with, tucked beneath his chin with a blanket over both of you...

And his mother couldn't find it in herself to wake both of you up and scold you when you two looked so cozy and happy wrapped around each other the next day.

[maizumis]

— HAIKYUU BOYS HAVING A TEA PARTY WITH YOUR DAUGHTER

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, iwaizumi hajime

note: female reader ‼️ watch me write about dad!haikyuu all the moments I didn't have with my own sperm donor

MIYA ATSUMU after a long day at work, you were coming home a little more late than usual and as you were opening the door with a sigh, the first thing you listen is “PEASANT, DO NOT TOUCH THE QWEEN CWON”, yeah that’s definitely your daughter and your pretty sure that the “peasant” is your, oh so-called husband. Curiosity took the best of you, now you were behind your daughter’s door listen carefully what atsumu was saying to her, “WHATYA MEANT PEASANT? I WANNA WEAR A CROWN TOO YA KNOW!” your daughter gasps in disbelieve, “daddy, mom is da queen, I’m da princess and yer the peasant! And clearly, mommy isn’t here so don’t touch her cwon!” One thing you know is that you wouldn’t like to see and hear a screaming match between the peasant and the princess in question, thinking that stepping in is the best option, you said “what’s the matter in here?”, next thing you know, your daughter with his big brown eyes that she got from her father, comes running at you, screaming “momm- I mean queen! Yeah, queen! yer just on time for the tea party, this peasant needs to learn some manners” you picked her up, enjoying the way her little arms go around your neck, “yeah? What did dada do this time?” while her face is on your neck, she tells you with a whisper “psss mom, he is not dad now, remember is tea party time” and now with her voice a little more loud she announces to you what he did “he wanted to use ya cwon!  Literally had to scream at him cause of that! Peoples this time are onbelivabol” the las part coming with a sigh, “ugh I now right? Why don’t we teach him some manners then?” After a little thinking, your daughter tells you “uh-huh! Yer right my queen, now I will leave to the bathroom and come back to continue this celebration”. While she leaves, atsumu comes at you with a back hug asking if ya really taking her side? with a low tone, so you replied with “of course I’m taking her side, she’s a child, our child in fact” atsumu looks at you with big eyes and tells you “she is right, people these times are onbelivabol but I still love you my queen”, now facing him, noses and foreheads touching each other you whisper to him “I love you to my peasant” and after a little chuckle you continue “thank you so much for this”.

 BOKUTO KOUTAROU he always had tea parties with his daughter on Mondays after his volleyball practice with the MSBY. He couldn’t go to last week's party because of an away game, and he was devasted and promised her little princess that he would get her something. Now he is coming home from the airport with three Elsa dresses, one for his precious child, the other for his precious wife, and the last one for him, it was very difficult to find one of his size cause of his beefy body, but if he promises his little girl something, he is gonna make it without a doubt. “HEY HEY HEY! GUESS WHOS HOME” he screams while putting his suitcase down “HEY HEY HEY DADDY! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! MOMMY IS MAKING DINNER WHILE I PREPARED OUR SUPER DUPER EXTRA TEA PARTY!!” he picks her up with one arm, making his way to the kitchen to involve you in a hug with the arm he had free “we missed you, kou” snuggling into his neck, and while his arm tightens around you he replies with a soft tone “missed my two girls too, so much” he puts her daughter on the floor again and tells her “missy I have a surprise for our tea party, why don’t you finish the preparations and then mom and I are gonna go there with dinner? Sounds good?” whit a little nod she answers with “yeah dada, that sounds good”. After hearing her enter her room you ask your husband what did he get for her, and when he tells you he didn’t get one, not two but three princess dresses you’re over the moon, the fuck you’re going to do with three dresses? you don’t question him and keep cooking as if you wouldn’t have to put on a frozen show in less than half an hour. “BABY IM COMING TO YOUR ROOM WITH HOT FOOD, BE CAREFULL” the little girl sees you in all your glory, with the most beautiful Elsa dress she ever saw “MAMA, WHY YOU DIDNT TOLD ME ELSA LET YOU BORROW HER DRESS? YOU'RE SO PWETTY!” laughing a little at her comment you decide that it was the best to tell her is a secret between adults, excited to see her reaction when her dad comes to her room with the same dress on him and a little one for her. “IM COMING IN!” your husband yells and your daughter’s eyes are the bigger you ever saw them, running like the flash to steal the dress that was in his dad's hands. “Daddy, that dress is so pwetty on you, and there's one for me! We are all matching! And now we are gonna have our four curse, ugh no, cruse, ump corse, mommy how do I say it?”, “course darling, four meal course. Now dada, why don’t you come to eat with us this fancy dinner?” after nodding and making his way to the both of you, bokuto thinks he is gonna ask for another kid one of these days.

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San- Explore (oneshot)

Genre: Fluff, smut, high school au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: profanities, masturbating for the first time, handjob, clit play, fingering.

You took a bite of your sandwich, listening to your bestfriend talk to you and your friends about her first time with her boyfriend.

"I swear, nothing feels better than that," your bestfriend stated, taking a sip of her mango juice. "I can do it over and over again."

Miri laughed. "I told you you'd enjoy it! Now it's Y/N's turn!"

You nearly choked on your sandwich. "W-What?!"

"Y/N, I'm pretty sure you imagine Choi San fucking you until you see—"

"Shh!" you put your palm over her mouth. "We're in public! His crazy fans might hear you!"

A few months ago, you developed a crush on one of your school's badboys, Choi San, after he suddenly became interested in you after being partnered for an assignment. Initially, you thought he just wanted to get into your pants, but after five months of knowing him, you knew he genuinely cared about you. You couldn't deny that you liked the boy and of course you've thought about dating him, but you didn't know how he truly felt about you.

"I've seen the way you look at San," your bestfriend said with a smirk. "Not the lovey-dovey look, although I've seen that too, but I'm talking about the I-want-you-to-dick-me-down look." Your cheeks instantly turned a bright pink; were you really that obvious? Well, it's not your fault San looks irresistible. The man's a whole Greek God in your eyes.

"You should make a move on him, Y/N," Yeonhee said.

"Yeah, get some dick," Miri agreed.

"Guys, you're supposed to encourage me to study, not to have sex!" you said, finishing the remaining of your sandwich. "Besides, how will I let someone else do things to me when I've never done anything to myself?" Sure, you've made out before with your ex, but there was very minimal touching over the clothes and some tongue. You never went further than that.

"Then start with yourself, genius. Explore your body and get familiar with it," your bestfriend stated nonchalantly. "I have the perfect advice for you. Trust me, you'll love the experience once you start exploring yourself and it'll be even better when someone else does it for you."

-

"Hey, mom? Do we have coconut oil?" you asked, entering her bedroom. "My lips are really chapped," you lied, knowing your mother would definitely fall for it.

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen in the third cabinet," she answered. "It's good that you're finally using something natural and not those chemical filled products." Oh, if only she knew. "Coconut oil is very safe and has a lot of benefits."

"Mhmm, yeah."

You wished your mother goodnight before you made your way to the kitchen, filling a tiny container with the oil. You couldn't buy sexual lube at the moment and you didn't want to wait, so this was your only option.

You went to your room, placing the tiny container on your bedside table while waiting for your parents to fall asleep. Once you were sure they were asleep, you locked your bedroom door.

You took off your clothes and lied down on your back, remembering all the advice your friends gave you.

You coated your fingers with the coconut oil before pressing it to your clit. You gently rubbed your nub in an up-and-down motion, closing your eyes while you thought of San hovering over you, imagining that your fingers were his. Your free hand moved to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gently squeeze. You could feel the heat at your hole, dripping with your essence while you increased the pace, rubbing your clit faster, imagining San slamming his cock in and out of you.

"San!" you moaned loudly, fingers moving faster on your clit; you were glad your parents' room was downstairs and on the other side of the house. Your back arched and your jaw dropped when you felt your clit become sensitive; it felt so so good. You kept rubbing at your nub until your legs shook and your clit was overstimulated. Was that it? Did you cum? You didn't even know. You assumed you didn't based on what your friends described an orgasm as.

You tried to rub yourself again, but your clit was too sensitive to handle it. You slowly sat up, putting your panties back on, feeling a little disappointed that you didn't orgasm. Oh well, you can always try again next time.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump and you cover yourself with your blanket.

"San?!"

San was inside your room, leaning against your open balcony door, staring at you with a smirk on his face. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, and yet, he looked absolutely divine.

San has come into your room a bunch of times, but you certainly weren't expecting him today. He always calls you before coming over, so you wondered why he didn't do that this time.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your... session," he said, although he didn't seem sorry at all. "I would've stayed outside, but it's really cold, and as you can see, I'm not wearing warm clothes."

You didn't really know what to say. "Uh, when did you get here?" 

"A minute or two before you moaned my name," he muttered with a smirk, making you pull the blanket up to cover your flushed face. So he saw pretty much everything?

San chuckled, moving to sit beside you on your bed. "Don't feel shy or embarrassed, Y/N," he pulled the blanket down to your neck to reveal your face. "I always think of you whenever I need to get off." You involuntarily let out a small whimper, feeling your sensitive clit throb at his words.

You sat up straight, letting the blanket fall to your waist, revealing your bare upper body. You noticed San gulp while his eyes took in the sight of your breasts. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you leaned in, gently kissing his jawline. San smiled, his hands moving to your bare waist, making you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your heated body.

Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. You had imagined how it would feel to kiss San several times before, but this was a whole lot better.

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, straddling his lap. San smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, San sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.

"Can I touch you?" he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.

"Yes, please..."

San's hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.

"You don't know how many times I've wanted to do this to you," he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. "Every time I came to your room, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you... to touch you..." his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.

"Fuck, please touch me," you begged.

San slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too oversensitive again, stopping him from touching you.

"I... it's very sensitive from what I was... doing before. It was my first time, so I don't think I can handle more," you mumbled, cheeks heating up. That's when San noticed the tiny container of coconut oil on your bedside table.

"Oh, you masturbated for the first time today?" he asked. You nodded, a little embarrassed.

"And you were thinking of me while you did it? Fuck, that's so hot," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. "Since you're overstimulated, I won't touch you there. But I can finger you, if and only if that's okay with you."

You nodded. "It won't hurt, right?"

"From what I've heard, it most likely won't. I'll be as gentle as possible."

"Okay... then finger me, please."

San kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn't want to just shove his fingers up immediately. "Just relax, baby," he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.

When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. "Does it hurt?" he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. "Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?"

"It stings a little, but it's tolerable," you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.

San slowly started pumping his finger in you, trying to be as gentle as possible; the stingy feeling was starting to fade away and you let him know that. He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. "Found it," he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot.

"S-San..." you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. "San, I think I'm—"

"Let it go," he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. "Cum for me, baby." His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. "So fucking sweet."

You pulled San into a kiss, tasting yourself, feeling really happy and relaxed. You felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh, and you instantly pulled away. "Let me help you now."

San pecked your lips. "It's fine, Y/N. This is all new to you so I don't want to make you uncomfortable or something."

"I'll be happy knowing that you're satisfied too," you said, running a hand through his hair. "But you'll have to show me how cause I've never done this before."

He chuckled cutely, kissing you softly before he sat against the headboard. "Grab the oil, baby. Pour some onto your palm," he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. You did as he said while watching him unzip his jeans, taking it off along with his briefs, causing his hard cock to slap against his lower stomach, the tip leaking with precum. Your eyes roamed all over his naked body; you always thought San looked extremely handsome, but now he looked even better.

"Touch me, Y/N," he said with a smile, grabbing your attention. "You just have to touch me like this," he showed you how to do it and gave you a few tips.

"Okay..."

You gently wrapped your oily hand around his length, earning a slight hiss from him. You moved your hand up and down his length just like he showed you, lubricating it with the oil. You twisted your hand slightly, moving closer to his tip. "Fuck," he muttered when you swiped your finger along his slit; you mentally noted that he liked it. Your hand moved back down and you added a little pressure, slowly jerking him off. "You're doing so well, baby," he moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes, lower lip caught in between his teeth. You increased the pace, making him buck his hips up. "Keep going, doll... I'm so close." You moved your hands faster, earning a loud groan from San while he orgasmed, his cum shooting onto his stomach and some spilling onto your hand. You stroke him for a few more seconds before removing your hand.

San pulled you into a quick kiss. "That was amazing, Y/N. You did so well."

"T-Thanks..." you blushed. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I loved it," he pecked your lips. "Let's clean up, hmm?" You nodded, and the two of you made your way to your bathroom.

San told you about his day while you both washed up. After you both got dressed, you cuddled on your bed, resting your head on his chest.

"Oh, by the way... I actually came here to tell you something," San said, intertwining your hand with his.

"Tell me what?" you questioned sleepily; you could hear his heartbeat speed up.

San took a deep breath, feeling quite nervous. "I... I like you, Y/N," he confessed. "I've liked you ever since we worked on that assignment together. My feelings just keep getting stronger, so I just had to let you know today."

You moved so that you could see his face that was filled with hope and anxiety because he wasn't sure if you felt the same way even after what you both did minutes ago.

You reached up to cup his cheek, hand moving down to run along his sharp jawline. You brought his face closer to yours, capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss, instantly making his tense body relax. You pulled away slightly to say, "I like you too, Sannie."

San smiled wide, his dimples showing. He pulled you into a kiss even though he wasn't able to stop smiling.

He pulled away to look at you, his hand gently running through your hair. "Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me tomorrow?"

You nodded with a smile, pecking his cheek. "Gladly."