#and even. oh even. you can’t hold onto a heart that’s not yours forever. you have to give it back.

[imagine-horizons]

pairing: law x gn!reader

Warning: none - just fluff, and a bit of jealousy from the reader

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In the quiet of the Polar Tang library, that was where you found solace. Your fingers lightly brushed against the spine of each book, your eyes scanning each title and its author.

Most of the books that Law kept were medical and history, but there was a small collection of fictional classics. You scrunched your nose as you stopped briefly on “Romeo and Juliet.”

Seriously? You did not pen the Surgeon of Death as a hopeless romantic. You preferred novels with a bit of self -realization and romance, like Northanger Abbey. But Still, you pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the first few pages. It was worn at the edges with creases in its spine. It had definitely been well-read at one point. On the title page, a faded handwritten message had been scribbled. You stepped into a more lit area of the library to see what it said, and you felt your heart stop.

To my beloved Doctor:

Even if the world rejects our love, I will never deny our love , even in the face of death. When the day comes, may it rest forever in the City of Flowers.

You snapped the book shut, and quickly placed it back in its place. You felt like you had uncovered something private and intimate. The message must have been written to Law, but from who? Was it a secret lover that he met on his journeys?

You had never heard anyone from his crew mention anything , so either this mystery lover was a well kept crew secret, or no one knew. You glared at the book, and moved onto the next few books on the shelf. But you could barely focus, your thoughts still on the secret message. You glared at all the fictional classics - maybe you were better off reading non-fiction. You pulled a herbology book off the shelf, grabbed a pack of sticky notes and a pen , and headed towards one of the open tables.

“Y/N! What are you reading?” Ikkaku slid into the seat next to you. She was holding a novel in her hand that you unfortunately recognized.

“THat’s…” you started, and Ikkaku stared at the book.

“Oh yeah, I overheard some women during our last town visit chatting about romance novels,” she shrugged. “Our captain doesn’t exactly keep and extensive romance novel section, so I was surprised to see this.” She flipped to the first page and her eyes narrowed at the message.

“What are you two doing?” The sound of their Captain’s deep voice made the both of you jump out of your seats. Law was standing there, his one eyebrow raised at the response. “Why do you two look suspicious?” Before you could say anything, Ikkaku shoved the book at him.

“What’s this? Are you hiding a girlfriend from us?” Ikkaku teased.

“Girlfriend?!” Suddenly Penguin , Shachi and Bepo materialized out of nowhere next to Law.

“Where - let me see!” Penguin said , completely flabbergasted.

“Omigosh it’s a love letter!” Bepo gasped staring at the text. “It’s addressed to you, Captain.”

“You guys - “ Law said tersely. At that moment you stood up abruptly, startling all of them.

“You guys are so loud,” you managed to say. “I can’t focus.” And with that, you snatched your book up, and quickly left.

Why on earth did it bother you?

You and the Captain were not together. But there were moments were you felt your heart beat a little faster, with the attention he directed at you.

He would make you a cup of tea at night, while you took night watch, blanket in hand.

He would patiently explain some of the medical terminology , and procedures that he would perform. Which he would never take the time to explain to others, except you.

He was really good at following the stars as a map, and he had a weird knowledge of the Greek mythology behind its patterns.

You headed into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. You stared at the herbology book and the notes that you don’t remember taking , as you waited for the kettle to boil.

You were being petty, over a message.

“Y/N.” Your head shot up to see Law standing there, with the annoying book in his hand. “No books in the kitchen,” he scolded.

“Sorry,” you muttered. Law sat down next to you and you could feel him staring at you as you poured hot water into your cup of tea.

“That message was written for my father.” You felt your face turn red.

He knew it bothered you.

“My mother was a bit of a hopeless romantic,” he chuckled dryly. “But my father loved her for it, and she would read passages of it to him. When my sister and I were growing up in Flevance, she would read it to us.”

“Oh,” you managed to say. Law sighed.

“This was one of the only books I recovered from my home when I went back. I don’t remember the last time I read it, but it helps me to remember them.”

“And here I thought you were a hopeless romantic,” you joked, trying to break the awkwardness. Law set the book down in front of you and leaned forward to study you closer. You could feel your face heat up even more but you couldn’t pull your gaze away.

“I’m definitely not a romantic, and I’ve been in near hopeless situations,” Law said slowly. “But if there’s one thing I know, is I will fight for what means the most to me.” You didn’t know what to say, as the words sunk in. “What about you?”

“To death,” you said without hesitation. Law smirked and pulled back.

“You really are a Heart Pirate, aren’t you?” He said, with a hint of pride in his voice. With that , he left the room leaving you a little stunned at your interaction.

When your eyes turned back to the table, you realized that the novel was still sitting there. But there was something tucked into its pages - a note with writing that there was no mistaking , it was written by Law.

“There is nothing I would not do for [you]. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”

You felt your heart stop , and you clutched the note in your hands, in awe and disbelief.

Contrary to his partial words, the Surgeon of Death was definitely a romantic, and you were falling deeper for him with every passing day.

End

A/N: That last quote is not mine - but I give you a cookie / part 2 to this if you guess where that quote is from hehe

[jiwuu]

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 you steal niki's famously baggy clothes

0.5k── fmr x nsh niki, est. relationship, fluff

Niki is lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he hears the door to his room creak open. He barely looks up at first until he sees what you’re wearing.

His hoodie. His baggy jeans. His Chrome Hearts necklace resting against your collarbone.

His brows furrow as he takes you in, his phone lowering slightly. “Wait… is that—?” He pauses, eyes narrowing as he notices how ridiculously loose the jeans are on you. The waistband is folded over slightly, barely hanging onto your hips. And then, just above the denim—

He sees it.

The waistband of his boxers peeking out.

Niki chokes. “Are you serious?” He pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes wide as he points at your waist. “You stole my boxers too?”

You shrug nonchalantly, spinning slightly to show just how oversized everything is on you. “What? They’re comfy.”

Niki groans, dragging a hand down his face. “You can’t just take my whole wardrobe like that!”

“Oh, but I can.” You flash him a grin before plopping down onto his bed beside him, adjusting the sleeves that hang past your hands. “I think I pull it off pretty well.”

Niki’s jaw tightens as he stares at you, looking way too good in his clothes, his jewelry, and now—his freaking boxers. He sits up fully, reaching for the chain around your neck, tugging you closer by it. “At least give me back one thing,”

You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “Or what?”

His lips twitch. His grip on the chain tightens slightly, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips. “Or I’ll just take something of yours instead.”

You smirk, pulling back just slightly. “Well, I was actually about to go out like this. I think it’s a fit.”

Niki’s face drops. “No you’re not.”

You blink. “Uh, yes I am?”

“No you’re not.” His voice is firm as he gestures toward your waist. “Everyone will see our boxers.”

“Relax, it’s just the waistband.”

“I don’t care.” He grabs the hem of his hoodie on you, tugging it down as if that’ll fix anything. “You’re not going out like that.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And what exactly are you gonna do about it?”

Niki doesn’t even hesitate. In one swift movement, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you backward onto the bed, rolling onto his side to trap you under his arm. “Guess you’re staying in,” he says smugly, voice right by your ear.

You squirm, half laughing, half annoyed. “Niki, let me go—”

“Nope.” He tightens his hold, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. “Not unless you change.”

You huff, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “Possessive much?”

“Damn right.” He doesn’t even deny it, smirking against your hoodie. “Now, stay here. Forever preferably.”

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author ୨୧ late post pls no flopers

[ponderingmoonlight]

Touching kny men's frogs by accident

Pairings: Sanemi x fem!reader; Giyu x fem!reader; Rengoku x fem!reader; bonus: Tengen x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,7k

Warnings: Not smut but it's getting heated y'all, heavy inspiration from apothecary diaries hehehehe, enjoy babes

I didn't feel like writing for quite some time and would totally appreciate you showing some love and support 🤍

Sanemi Shinazugawa

“I can’t fucking stand you”, you hiss through gritted teeth, body feeling like exploding any given minute.

Out of all the people around you, why does it always have to be him you’re assigned with? Why not Giyu, why not Rengoku? No, it’s always the asshole himself, the devil in person.

“Join the club. I can’t stand you either, but at least I’m having fun with it”, he jeers back, the veins on his forehead almost popping.

If there’s one thing he hates more than anything else on this planet, it has to be you. Sanemi’s eyes glare you up and down as you walk in front of him, feet stomping onto the ground demonstratively while you make your way to the mansion you were assigned to.

No, that’s not true. If there’s one thing he hates more than anything else on this planet, it has to be that you hate him.

“Let’s just get this shitty mission over with”, you mumble under your breath.

Fuck, you’re almost able to feel his gaze burning through your back while it takes all your focus not to trip like an idiot. You hate to admit it, hate to even think about it, but somehow…

Why does the way he holds his sword have to be so damn attractive? Why does his voice force your heart to skip a beat, your knees to feel oh so weak? Why does it have to be him, the guy who hates you more than anyone else? You’re nothing but a fool for falling for him so hard. God, you really need to pull yourself together. Maybe telling yourself over and over that you hate him as well will finally force some sense back into your brain.

Will it? Or maybe, just maybe telling him about those things might help. Maybe you need to get this off your chest, maybe you need to feel him rejecting you to finally move on. You clench your hands into tight fists, heartbeat picking up in an instant. Yes, you just have to do this. There’s no way you’ll be able to act like that forever. And after that, after he rejected you like the asshole he is, you’ll definitely be able to hate him like you’re supposed to.

“Sanemi, I really have to-“

But just when your courage took over, you aren’t able to complete your sentence. A pair of razor-sharp teeth shoots just barely past your throat. An animal? A demon? You didn’t even realize that the sun is already fully set, didn’t even hear this lower-ranked demon coming. A dangerous mistake that right now, might cost your life.

“Watch out!”, Sanemi cries out behind you.

Images start to blur and overlap, you feel your body falling towards the cold hard ground. Are you dead, injured? Time seems to stand still, the only thing you’re able to do is pressing your eyes shut.

Until you land.

Softly.

“(y/n)…”

You clench your hands even harder, body not able to comprehend what just happened. You were on your way to the ground, without any doubt. How is it possible that you landed so softly? Did the demon eat you, eventually?

“Can you just…stop?”

“Sanemi?”

Immediately, your eyes dart towards the sound of his whiny voice.

Underneath you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa is lying under your very own body, trapped between your legs, kept in place by your hand.

Your hand…What is that soft feeling? A frog, maybe? You squeeze a little tighter. To be honest, you never really touched a frog-

“(y/n)!”, Sanemi cries your name in a way he’s never done before, his cheeks so bright red that it leaves worry lines all over your face.

“Did you catch a fever? No wonder considering that cold wind you’ve made earlier while training. I told you over and over that-“

“Your hand”, Sanemi presses out.

“Remove your fucking hand.”

Your hand? You shake your head in sheer confusion. What on earth does this have to do with your hand?

While one of your palms rests flat against the cool ground, the other still holds onto that squishy but somehow comforting thing. Your eyes wander down your own arm, searching for what might be a frog.

You swallow hard, hand snapping away in an instant.

God, you want to die. Right here on the spot. Without any last words.

Is this really, did you really touch him…there?

“It wasn’t a frog”, you mutter in sheer horror while lifting yourself off the boy underneath you.

“A frog!?”

“I…I thought this was a frog! Why didn’t you tell me earlier that I…that I touched you there!?”, you cry out in nothing but horror.

“Why the hell did you think it was a frog, idiot? I definitely don’t feel like a frog”, Sanemi gives back while grabbing your arm.

“And stop wiping your fucking hand like you just touched something dirty!”

“I…I need to go now”, you announce in a haste.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You really touched Sanemi down there. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the boy you always hated. No, the boy you secretly love.

And that’s definitely worse.

“Stay right where you are, (y/n)…We…We still have this stupid mission going and I don’t wanna get scolded by Shinobu for scaring you away”, the white-haired man mumbles, the pressure he puts on your wrist now becoming more gentle.

“Right.”

Get yourself together. Acting like a dumb teenager doesn’t help the situation either. As if nothing happened, you straighten your shoulders and start walking towards the estate again.

An uneasy silence begins settling between both of you, Sanemi just strolling by your side without even looking your way. Fuck, this is so awkward and strange. What are you supposed to do? Not saying a word until the mission is over, talking about the weather?

“Thank you for saving me from that demon earlier”, you blurt out without thinking twice.

“I’m still not over the fact that you called me a frog…”, he mumbles while shaking his head.

“What else was I supposed to say? I really thought it was a frog!”, you try to defend yourself.

In the split of a second, you find yourself pinned against a nearby tree.

“A frog, huh? No problem, I’m gonna show you it’s anything but a frog”, he hisses though gritted teeth.

„S-show me what?“

Giyu Tomioka

„You need to listen to your surroundings. The only thing you’re fighting with are your eyes”, Giyu explains briefly while putting a blindfold over your eyes.

Word of protest get stuck in your throat. No, it took you way too long to convince the water hashira to train you. To be exact, a couple of letters from Sakonji and you begging on your knees. You’ll definitely won’t risk him turning his back on you again over something as stupid as a blindfold.

“You need to focus on your other senses as well.”

Like the sound of his calm voice that makes your heart skip a beat? Or the faint smell of grapes that sticks to his clothes and tingles your nose?

“I said focus”, he warns you.

You blink into the darkness and straighten your shoulders. He’s right. You’re here to get trained by the water hashira and not to pine after him. You have to prove yourself. You have to show him you’re worthy of his time.

“Go.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. With a swift motion you dart forwards, follow the sound of his steps. You furrow your eyebrows while desperately trying to focus on the ever so slightly crush of branches underneath his feet, your bare skin eager to feel the tiniest brush of wind.

But before you’re even able to detect him, you feel his hand roughly slapping the back of your head.

“You’re not trying good enough”, he comments calmly.

That’s it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. You turn around as fast as possible, your arm on its way to hit him.

Now you have Giyu, now you’re finally able to strike back.

Your hands hold onto something when he forces you around swiftly.

And then you hit the ground.

“What the hell was that?”, you bark while yanking away that stupid blindfold.

But when your eyes meet his, your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“Giyu? Are you…alright?”

His cheeks are bright red, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead while he stares at you with widened eyes. What is going on? Is there something behind both of you?

“(y/n)…”

He breathes out your name like a prayer, a minor whimper escapes his oh so beautiful lips.

“Hey, your worrying me. What’s going on?”, you question, eyes scanning him up and down.

Until your gaze wanders to your very own hand.

That rest just where his private parts are.

“Oh!”

Immediately, you stumble backwards while wiping your hand against your uniform like the idiot you are. How the hell did you not realize that you were touching him there?

“I-I…I’m so s-sorry! It wasn’t on purpose!”, you cry out immediately.

You’re screwed. What if Giyu thinks you’re a disgusting freak, a pervert? You never touched a man like that in your entire life, never knew what it would feel like. But…you never imagined it to feel this big. No wonder though, Giyu definitely seems like the kind of guy who keeps his secrets to himself.

“(y/n), can you…stop staring at me like that?”, he mumbles.

Your dirty eyes widen when you start to notice that you were still staring at his pants.

“I’m so sorry!”

“I think I need to go for a few minutes”, he announces awkwardly while getting up.

“What? Please don’t leave, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself! I will be more careful, I will make sure something like this n-“

“(y/n), please just stop talking. I need to calm down. Now excuse me.”

“But Giyu, please don’t leave me hanging! I don’t want us to stop training, there’s still so much you need to teach me-“

“I need a couple of minutes to…take care of something.”

“To take care of something?”, you repeat visibly confused.

What on earth does he have to take care of now? His very own hand wanders to his pants, adjusting what looks like a visible bump.

A bump.

You swallow hard.

“Oh.”

Instinctively, you turn around, your cheeks now bright red.

“O-okay. Got it. Sorry”, you mutter.

Kyojuro Rengoku

“(y/n), stay by my side!”, Kyojuro instructs you while dashing down the dark forest.

Your heart pumps rapidly, mouth already tasting like iron. To be honest, you are exhausted. Exhausted of running, exhausted of fighting, exhausted of this cruel night. What time is it? When will the sun finally rise again? The only thing that keeps you going is him. The man who runs in front of you and shields you from demon attacks as often as possible.

Him, Kyojuro Rengoku.

“I can’t do this anymore”, you mutter when your sight already starts to get foggy.

Kyojuro turns around, eyes springing back and forth between you and the army of demon who dash behind both of you.

What now? He can’t watch out for you while killing off all those demons. No, he’s forced to wait until help arrives. Otherwise, you might get hurt. Or even worse…

He shakes his head ever so slightly, eyes focusing on what’s in front of him. Kyojuro was never the type to hide like a coward, but right now, this might be your only chance.

“Follow me.”

Gently, he grabs your hand and drags you behind him, dashing towards what looks like a small cottage at neck-breaking speed.

“Kyojuro, what are you doing?”, you question in sheer confusion.

He managed to leave all those demons behind, now running straight towards the cottage in front of them. What is his plan?

“We will hide until help arrives”, he explains briefly.

With a swift motion, he opens and closes the door behind your trembling figure, eyes darting around the room without a real aim.

Until they land on a closet.

“Hiding? But-“

“I’m sure Uzui will arrive within the next few minutes. But with you injured like this and countless demons chasing after us, I’m not able to defeat them by myself while still making sure you’re fine”, he explains briefly while gently shoving you into the closet.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat when he pushes himself inside next to you and closes the door, so close that you’re able to feel his breath tickling against your cheek.

“Thank you for thinking about me”, you breathe into the suddenly so private space.

“I always will, (y/n).”

A warm feeling spreads in your stomach as well as your now pounding heart. It’s hard not to fall for a perfect man like him. Him who engulfs you with the sheer heat of his body. Him, who has never been this close to you before. Him, the man you love since the first time you saw him.

Your feelings threaten to overpower you just like your dizziness. In the search for hold, you adjust your body in the tiny space, hands searching for support.

A minor whine fills the otherwise quiet place, coming straight from Kyojuro’s lips.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself as well?”, you question, now pulled out of your trance.

You didn’t even have the time to think about Kyojuro with all those demons chasing after you. What if he got injured? How careless of you to not check on him sooner.

“No, it’s just…You’re squeezing my pelvic area”, he presses out.

“W-what?”, you shriek, instantly removing your hand.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought I was holding onto a knob!”, you try to explain in an instant.

“(y/n), you are killing me”, he suddenly mutters with unusual low voice.

“I do…what?”

In the matter of seconds, you find yourself trapped between his strong arms, the heat radiating from his body threatening to burn you alive while your glossy eyes stare at him through the darkness.

“I had my eyes on you for quite some time now. If I’m being honest, I developed feeling for you a long time ago.”

Feelings? Kyojuro Rengoku developed feelings? For you? You have to be dreaming, hallucinating due to blood loss. But the pressure of his hands against your back is real just like his breath that caresses your face gently.

“Kyojuro, I-“

You aren’t able to finish your sentence. The split of a second is all it takes for the doors of the closet to swing open.

“Now, look what we have here. Two lovebirds cramped into a tiny space with (y/n)’s hand…Oh, I might have interrupted something here”, Tengen jeers at both of you with a dirty smile plastered onto his face.

“Get away from here right now!”, you cry out along with slapping his shoulder roughly.

“Embarrassed because I caught you?”

“You didn’t catch us! This was…an accident.”

“And accident?”

“An accident”, Koyjuo confirms.

“You can’t fool me, lovebirds. But for now, let’s focus on those demons”, Tengen comments dryly while drawing his swords.

Bonus: Uzui Tengen

“You need to help me”, your beloved husband presses out through gritted teeth, his face twisted in pain.

“Yeah, sure I’ll do anything!”

You have to blink a few times against the wave of panic that threatens to take you over, Uzui’s blood sticking to your hands uncomfortably. You need to get yourself together, need to focus on helping your husband after this rough mission.

“Press your hand against my leg and stop the bleeding”, he chokes, his head now resting against the rough ground.

“Okay, I can totally do that!”, you mutter.

There’s no time to waste. As fast as possible, you press your trembling palm against the warmth of his body, your eyes scanning his face for any reaction when a sudden whimper escapes his lips.

“(y/n)…I always love when you touch me there, but right now, I need you to press your hand against my leg.”

“Oh!”

Immediately, you remove your hand from his groin and press it onto the gaping wound on his leg.

“I guess that was habit.”

"Well, now I'm horny and injured...", Tengen mumbles under his breath.

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[leriexoxo]

WET ‘n’ WILD

Pairing: Bestfriend! Chan x Reader

Tags: Smut, feelings realization, accidental voyeurism, subtle seduction, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, breeding (idk what’s wrong with me), oral

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Chan and you have always been best friends, sharing everything from inside jokes to travel plans. But when you take a trip together and end up in the same hotel room, things start to shift. After an accidental reveal in the bathroom—where Chan sees you in a way he never expected—he can’t seem to shake the image of you.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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He didn’t knock.

Of course he didn’t knock.

You should’ve locked it—you knew that. But you were in a rush, hair wet and clinging to your back, steam curling around your shoulders as you stood beneath the spray, eyes closed, miles away from reality.

Until the door opened.

And in walked Chan.

Shirt half off. AirPods in. Whistling.

He didn’t even notice you at first.

You turned, shampoo dripping down your forehead, blinking water out of your eyes as his figure passed the mirror—and froze.

A beat.

Then another.

His head tilted.

And then you watched his jaw drop.

Because the shower was glass.

Clear. So fucking clear.

And you were completely naked.

“Oh—shit—” He yanked an AirPod out, eyes going wide like he was staring down a demon.

“Chan—!” you yelped, covering yourself too late, spinning toward the wall with a slap of skin on tile. “Get out!”

He stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.

“I—I didn’t know you were in here—I couldn’t hear—fuck, I’m sorry!”

He slapped a hand over his eyes.

But not before you caught the way his gaze had dropped. Lingering.

“Chan!”

“I’m leaving—I’m leaving!”

The door slammed shut behind him, and the silence that followed was deafening.

Your heart pounded in your throat.

His face when he saw you—not just shocked… stunned. Like he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you were anything other than his best friend. Like he’d never imagined you had curves, softness, skin like that.

Like he’d just discovered a whole new you.

And suddenly, sharing a bed tonight didn’t feel so harmless anymore.

You wrapped a towel around yourself with shaking hands, your skin still flushed—not just from the heat of the water, but from the look on his face.

That stunned, wrecked, “holy shit she’s hot” look.

You’d never seen him look at you like that.

You cracked the bathroom door open a sliver, peeking out.

He was across the room, pacing like a man on the verge of an existential crisis, hands on his head, shirt still bunched halfway up his chest, and his AirPods now clutched in a death grip.

When he saw the door move, he flinched like you were holding a gun.

“I swear I didn’t mean to!” he blurted. “I—I wasn’t looking!”

You stepped out, towel hitched high on your chest, dripping onto the carpet.

“Chan.”

His eyes did a quick flick—towel, legs, towel again—then snapped to the ceiling like it offended him personally.

“I didn’t know the shower was—was like that. I thought the glass was—was frosted or something!”

You crossed your arms. “You literally built like a Greek god but you’ve never seen a naked body before?”

He let out a strangled laugh. “Not yours, I haven’t!”

Silence.

Your heart thudded.

Not yours.

You watched the realization hit him in real time—how loud that sounded, how different it felt saying that out loud.

He looked at you then.

Actually looked.

And his gaze did something… weird. Like it didn’t know whether to apologize or worship.

You swallowed.

“Do you… need the bathroom now or?”

He blinked. “Uh—no. Nope. I’m good. I can hold it. Forever, probably.”

You turned, heading toward your suitcase, pretending your heart wasn’t jackhammering against your ribs.

Behind you, you heard him mutter to himself:

“Why is her ass like that…”

You froze. “What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Yeah. Nothing.

Except everything had changed.

You’d dried your hair in silence.

He’d scrolled his phone on the edge of the bed like it was going to save his life.

Neither of you spoke about the glass. Or your body. Or the way he stared like he’d seen a forbidden fruit and accidentally took a bite.

By the time you slipped into your sleep shirt—long, soft, just barely enough—he’d already tucked himself under the covers and pretended to scroll through TikTok, screen dimmed, thumb unmoving.

You climbed in beside him, careful not to touch.

The air was thick.

He was stiff.

In more ways than one.

Chan lay on his back, arms above his head like he was physically restraining himself. You could feel the heat rolling off him, the tension coiled in every inch of his body.

He hadn’t said a word since you turned off the light.

But he hadn’t stopped looking.

You were facing the wall, pretending to sleep, when you felt it. The tiniest brush of fabric—his shirt sleeve barely grazing your arm.

A jolt lit up your spine.

You didn’t move.

He did.

Another shuffle. His leg shifted. The bed dipped just slightly closer. His breathing hitched.

You rolled over.

He flinched like you caught him red-handed.

Your faces were close now. Just inches apart in the dark, your features soft in the moonlight through the window.

“Chan,” you whispered.

He stared at you like he was watching a horror movie and a porno at the same time.

“I’m fine,” he said too fast. “Everything’s fine. This is fine.”

Your eyes flicked down.

Oh.

There was no mistaking it now.

The very obvious, very hard outline straining against his sweats.

You raised a brow.

“Is it… uncomfortable?”

He let out the weakest, most pathetic laugh you’d ever heard.

“Uncomfortable isn’t the word,” he muttered, slapping an arm over his face. “I’m dying.”

“Because of me?”

Silence.

Then a groan.

“You can’t just look like that,” he hissed. “Like—you’ve always been hot, okay? I just didn’t realize you were built to ruin me until today.”

Your breath caught.

And you felt it—his restraint crumbling, the tension snapping like a rubber band stretched too far.

You shifted.

A little too close.

Your thigh brushed his.

His jaw locked.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he asked hoarsely.

You leaned in, your voice a whisper in the dark. “Doing what?”

He let out a low curse.

And then—your knee nudged his thigh. Just a little. Accidental. Maybe.

But the noise he made?

Absolutely not accidental.

Low.

Guttural.

“Don’t—don’t move like that,” he begged, voice strained. “I’m seriously one shift away from embarrassing myself.”

You bit back a smile.

Then shifted again.

This time, deliberately dragging your leg across his thigh, grazing right over the problem area.

His hand shot out and gripped your hip.

Hard.

“Don’t,” he whispered. “Unless you want me to lose every last bit of control I’ve got left.”

You didn’t answer.

But you didn’t move away either.

And neither did he.

—

Chan had always thought of you as his best friend.

No complications. No weird tension. Just you.

But that was before he saw you in the shower.

Now? Every single second felt like psychological warfare.

He first noticed it in the elevator.

The way your sundress clung to your hips, the curve of your ass shifting when you leaned over to press the button. The little dip of cleavage just peeking out when you turned your head.

He swore he didn’t look.

But he did.

And once he started, he couldn’t stop.

He noticed it at brunch.

You laughed at something one of your friends said, leaning forward on your elbows. And he swore to god—the way your breasts pressed against your top? Unholy.

He had to excuse himself and splash cold water on his face.

He noticed it again at the museum.

When you bent to tie your shoe and your shirt lifted just enough to show your lower back. That tiny flash of skin was enough to send a pulse straight to his groin.

He kept trying to think of math. Taxes. His childhood trauma.

Nothing worked.

And then, of course, came nightfall.

He stood in front of the bed like it was a trap.

You crawled under the covers in that same oversized sleep shirt, brushing your hair out of your face, oblivious to the way his soul was crumbling.

“Night, Channie,” you said sweetly.

“Night,” he choked, voice cracking like a boy going through puberty again.

He lay stiffly on his side of the bed, hands folded over his chest like he was at a funeral.

Because it was a funeral.

Of his sanity.

Of his ability to think of you like a normal friend ever again.

He tried not to breathe when you shifted in your sleep.

Tried not to feel when your leg brushed his.

Tried not to imagine sliding that shirt up your thighs and finding nothing underneath.

He failed. Every time.

And still—he didn’t touch you.

But god, did he want to.

⸻

You were in a tank top now. No bra. Chan could see the outline when the air conditioning kicked in. He nearly spilled his drink trying to look away.

He avoided eye contact the entire morning.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

He nodded too fast. “Yep. Great. Fine.”

He was not fine.

He was edging. Emotionally.

You came back to the room early while he was changing.

He had just dropped his towel when you walked in with a bag of takeout and froze in the doorway.

Your eyes widened.

Chan nearly dislocated a hip trying to cover himself.

You blinked, then said, “Oh.”

Just—oh.

You turned around like it was nothing.

He, on the other hand, had to sit down for five minutes and reevaluate his existence.

Now she’s seen me too.

And the worst part?

He wanted you to look again.

⸻

The afternoon sun was unforgiving, golden and heavy as it beat down on your shoulders.

You adjusted your sunglasses, sipped your drink, and stretched out on your lounger—legs bare, back glistening, swimsuit snug in all the right places.

Chan sat nearby in board shorts and regret, pretending to scroll his phone while sneaking glances like a pervert in training.

You caught him once.

He looked away so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.

You smiled.

“Hey,” you said, flipping onto your stomach. “Can you help me with sunscreen?”

His head snapped up.

“Wh—what?”

You held out the bottle. “My back. And, like… everywhere else I can’t reach.”

You were facing away from him now, bikini riding low on your hips, legs spread just enough to make him forget his own name.

Chan swallowed.

“Y-Yeah. Sure. Of course. Yeah.”

He knelt beside you, squeezed some sunscreen into his hand, and tried not to hyperventilate.

The first touch was careful.

Gentle.

His palms gliding across your shoulder blades, working the lotion in with slow, cautious movements. You were warm beneath his hands—soft and smooth and dangerous.

He moved lower.

To the small of your back.

Then down.

To your waist.

Your hips.

He hesitated at the top of your thighs, fingers twitching.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t stop him.

So he continued.

Hands sliding down the back of your thighs—kneading, pressing, lingering.

You let out the tiniest exhale when his fingers grazed too close to the edge of your bikini bottom.

His hands paused.

You didn’t say anything.

Neither did he.

But your thighs clenched.

And his cock twitched.

He cleared his throat, voice tight. “You, uh… you want me to do your legs too?”

You hummed. “If you don’t mind.”

Oh, he minded.

He minded so desperately.

Because now he was smoothing lotion down your calves, back up your inner thighs, fingertips dangerously close to a line he shouldn’t cross—and his dick was practically fighting for freedom in his shorts.

You shifted slightly.

Just enough to press back into his hands.

His breath hitched.

“You’re playing with fire,” he muttered.

You turned your head, eyes hidden behind your sunglasses, but your smirk unmistakable.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have come near the flame.”

He sat back like you burned him.

But the damage was done.

And that night? That bed?

There was no pretending anymore.

Not when his hands had already memorized your skin.

⸻

You were only meant to rinse off.

Quick shower. No big deal.

But of course, the universe had other plans—and the tiny metal clasp of your bikini top had declared war.

It was stuck.

Tangled in the curls at the nape of your neck, pulling and snagging no matter how gently you tried to free it. You twisted, yanked, whined under your breath—but the more you fought it, the worse it got.

You were officially topless, wet, and trapped.

Awesome.

You sighed and stared at yourself in the mirror, arms folded over your chest.

There was only one option.

“Chan?” you called, wincing.

A pause.

Then his muffled voice from the other side of the door: “Yeah?”

You exhaled. “I, um… I need your help.”

“Everything okay?”

“No,” you groaned. “The clasp’s caught in my hair and I can’t get it out.”

A beat of silence.

“…Are you naked?”

You huffed. “I’m trying not to be.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then: “Okay. Yeah. Coming in. I’m not looking—I swear I’m not—”

The door cracked open and he stepped in, eyes averted, one hand shielding his vision like a Victorian maiden scandalized by ankles.

You couldn’t help laughing. “Chan.”

He peeked.

And then he froze.

Because there you were.

Hair dripping. Skin flushed. Bikini bottoms still clinging to your hips—but your top was hanging awkwardly from your neck, one arm twisted back, hands barely covering your breasts.

“Don’t stare,” you said, cheeks hot.

He blinked rapidly. “I’m not. I’m—fuck, I’m trying.”

You turned, exposing the tangled mess. “Just get the clasp, okay?”

His hands trembled as he stepped closer, fingers brushing the wet strands of your hair.

He was so careful.

So quiet.

But the moment his knuckles grazed the slope of your spine—your breath hitched.

And he felt it.

All of it.

The tension. The heat. The barely-covered body standing inches away.

His fingers paused.

You whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“I…” His voice cracked. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart pounded.

“Chan…”

He turned you around, slowly, still holding the strap—his eyes dark, jaw clenched.

Your hands instinctively covered your chest again, but he caught your wrists gently, easing them away.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered.

Your lips parted.

And then—

His gaze dropped.

To your breasts.

To your waist.

To the water trickling down your skin, beading between curves he’d only touched through fabric—imagined, fantasized about.

He was completely fucked.

And he knew it.

You reached for him first.

And when your hand met his chest, he shuddered.

The next second was a blur—he grabbed your face, kissed you like he’d been holding his breath for years, like he was starving and you were the feast.

Your back hit the bathroom counter.

His hands were everywhere—cupping, kneading, memorizing what he’d only dreamed of. Tongue licking into your mouth, hips pressed firm between your legs, his cock thick and hard and grinding against your soaked bikini bottoms.

He pulled back, breath ragged.

“I’ve wanted you every night since that shower,” he rasped.

You smirked, lips swollen. “Which one?”

He growled.

“Get in bed,” he said, lifting you like you weighed nothing. “I’ll show you.”

He didn’t make it to the bed.

Didn’t even try.

Because the second you reached between your bodies—fingers bold, cupping the heavy length straining against his swim shorts—Chan snapped.

His breath hitched, hips jerking forward like you’d electrocuted him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice low and wrecked. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You bit your lip, hand squeezing gently.

“Maybe I do.”

That did it.

He hauled you onto the counter in one fluid, desperate motion—bikini bottoms dragged down in a flurry of wet fabric, discarded somewhere on the tile. You gasped at the chill of the marble under your bare ass—but Chan was hot, burning between your thighs, and he stepped in close, slotting his hips to yours.

His mouth was everywhere.

Kisses rough and endless, biting down your throat, teeth scraping your collarbone, hands gripping your thighs like he could mold you to him.

And then—he paused.

Looked at you.

His gaze dropped to your chest.

And he groaned—deep and guttural—like the sight of your tits was something he’d dreamed of too many times and was now seeing in high-def reality.

“Fuck, baby…” he whispered, reverent. “These… god—”

He dipped his head.

And feasted.

Tongue flicking over your nipple, lips wrapping around it, sucking so fucking deep you arched with a cry.

Your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging as he kissed and licked and moaned into your skin, worshipping you with his mouth like your tits were salvation and he was begging for forgiveness.

Every flick of his tongue sent a pulse straight to your core.

You were already soaked.

Already panting.

And then he slid two fingers inside you without warning—curling, pressing, thrusting slow as he suckled your other nipple—and you saw stars.

“Chan—fuck, oh my god—”

“That’s it,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. “Let me hear you.”

You were shaking.

Legs trembling as he fucked you with his fingers, mouth never leaving your chest, his cock hard and leaking against your thigh through his shorts.

“You’ve been teasing me for days,” he growled, biting gently. “Walking around like you don’t know what you do to me.”

“I didn’t,” you gasped, “not really.”

He looked up at you.

And then—he kissed you.

Deep. Tongue and teeth and claiming.

“I’ll show you.”

With one hard thrust of his hips, he pressed against your center—bare, swollen, aching—and you whimpered at the pressure.

“Please,” you breathed. “I want you.”

“I’ve wanted you since that first night,” he confessed. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

He grabbed your ass, tugged you to the edge, lined himself up—and slid in.

All the way.

In one deep, hungry thrust.

You cried out—head falling back, nails digging into his shoulders—because nothing had ever felt like that. Like him. Stretching you full, stuffing you so deep your body didn’t know where he ended and you began.

“Jesus fuck,” he gasped. “You feel… you feel so fucking good.”

He stayed there a second—buried inside you, panting, trembling—then started to move.

Hard.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Every snap of his hips sent a jolt through your body, every grind of his pelvis against your clit had you whimpering his name.

“Say it,” he growled into your neck. “Say whose you are.”

“You,” you choked. “Yours.”

He fucked you harder.

“Again.”

“Yours, Chan—please—don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

Not until the counter was soaked, your thighs were trembling, and he spilled inside you with a moan so guttural it left you breathless.

And still—he kissed you like he was starving.

Over and over.

Like it was never just sex.

Like it never could be.

⸻

The silence after was thick.

Heavy.

His breathing was still uneven, chest rising and falling against yours as he held you there—pressed to his body, still buried inside you.

You could feel the tremble in his arms. In his thighs. In the way he kissed your temple like he didn’t know how to come down.

And then, softly:

“Let me take care of you.”

He lifted you gently, careful even though you were wrecked, and carried you the few feet to the bathtub.

Turned the faucet on.

Checked the temperature.

He was quiet—almost reverent—as he set you down on a stool and adjusted the water.

Then he knelt behind you.

“Hold still,” he whispered.

You felt his fingers in your hair—delicate and slow, undoing the mess of tangles caused by your bikini clasp. He took his time, gently easing the metal free, brushing through the curls like they were something precious.

“I got it,” he said, voice warm.

You turned your head.

He smiled at you, soft and small, like you were a secret he didn’t know how to share.

“Come here.”

The tub was full now, steam curling around you, and he helped you in first—settling you between his legs, your back to his chest, water lapping around you both.

It was peaceful.

Safe.

His hands slid over your arms, your stomach, cradling you under the water like you were fragile glass.

You let your head rest against his shoulder.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” you murmured.

“Like what?”

“Soft.”

He chuckled. “You made me soft.”

He was hard again.

You felt it—pressed against your ass, twitching under the water, completely unavoidable.

You smirked. Shifted just enough to make him twitch again.

“Baby…” he warned, breath hitching.

You turned in his lap, water rippling, and straddled him slow.

His eyes widened. “Are you—?”

“Still want you,” you whispered. “Need you again.”

Chan didn’t stand a chance.

Not when you lined him up and sank down with a moan, not when the hot water made everything slippery and sinful, not when your tits were right in his face and you were riding him so fucking slow he thought he was gonna pass out.

“Fuck, baby—fuck, you feel—” he grabbed your hips, guiding you, panting against your collarbone— “you’re gonna kill me.”

You leaned in, kissed his jaw. “You love it.”

He nodded frantically. “I fucking love it.”

You moved faster, grinding down, letting your nails scrape his scalp as he groaned and pressed kisses to your chest like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

Water sloshed.

Steam clung to your skin.

He looked up at you, breathless and undone, and whispered like a prayer:

“Let me come with you this time.”

You nodded, hands on his shoulders.

And when you clenched around him, gasping his name—he followed, head thrown back, arms wrapped around you, cursing against your skin like he couldn’t believe this was real.

And when it was over?

He held you there.

Still inside you, water cooling, hearts pounding together.

He kissed your forehead.

And for the first time all trip—maybe ever—you felt like more than his best friend.

⸻

The soft, golden light of morning crept through the curtains as you stirred awake, still tangled in the warmth of the sheets—and Chan’s arms, which were wrapped around you like he couldn’t bear to let go.

You blinked sleepily, then smiled, feeling the gentle pressure of his body against yours. His lips were pressed lightly to your neck, breath warm and slow.

“Morning,” he murmured, voice still thick from sleep.

You stretched, turning in his arms, and kissed him gently on the lips. “Good morning.”

Chan smirked, his hands sliding down your back and pulling you closer. There was something different in the air now—a tension that wasn’t there before, but it was sweet. His touch wasn’t just comforting—it was possessive, but in a playful way.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hand gently brushing your side, his fingertips lingering a little longer than necessary.

“You’re my girl, you know that?” he said, his voice low, lips still pressed against yours.

You pulled back a little, eyes wide. “I’m your girl?”

He nodded, the teasing glint in his eyes making it clear he was serious, but also having fun with the whole idea.

“Yeah,” he smirked, running his hand down your side, his fingers grazing your hip. “You’ve always been my girl, haven’t you?”

You raised an eyebrow and leaned back, giving him a cheeky smile. “I’ve always been your girl, huh? Is that so?”

Chan’s face softened as he grinned at you, his hand brushing your hair back from your face. “Mm-hmm, but you’re really my girl now,” he teased, his tone turning almost mischievous. “And no one else gets to have you.”

You laughed, shaking your head at him. “Always so possessive.”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Nah, I’m just saying what’s true. You’re mine now.”

You tilted your head and raised a playful eyebrow. “I’ve always been yours, Chan.”

His smile faded just a little, his gaze turning more intense, and there was a flicker of something deeper behind his eyes.

“No,” he said softly, looking right at you. “Now you’re mine.”

And then, as if to prove it, he kissed you deeply, his hands pulling you closer, his lips sliding over yours with an urgency that made your stomach flip.

For a moment, it was as if the whole world stopped, just you and him, tangled up in the sheets.

You pulled back, catching your breath, and smirked at him. “Well, I guess you got what you wanted.”

He chuckled, his hand resting on your cheek. “I always get what I want when it comes to you.”

You smiled back, that little spark in your chest igniting again, something more than just playful affection building between you two.

And when his lips found your neck again, soft and tender, but possessive in its own way, you realized this wasn’t just some morning after kiss.

This was his kiss.

And maybe, just maybe, that was exactly what you wanted.

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Authors note: Awwww! I loved this one so muchhh 😭😭❤️❤️ Chan was so cute in this fic! I’m gonna be writing a lot more chan fics from now on.

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ARE YOU ASHAMED?

PAIRING : beau arlen x younger fem!reader

SUMMARY : beau had planned to spend the day with reader but when emily tells him she’s on her way to his trailer, he forces reader to leave before his daughter shows up.

WARNINGS : age gap. strong language. smut. unprotected p in v. creampie. morning sex. dom!beau. sub!reader. slight out-of-character beau. angst. kept secrets.

A/N : i’ve had this beau oneshot idea for forever and finally felt like releasing it cuz I miss him so much. check out part two, just a little!

Beau stirs, waking you from your slumber. The sun seeps through the thin curtains and shines over your eyelids. He wraps his strong arms around your body, pulling you into his. A content smile graces your tired face, and you bask in his warmth. Oh, how you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

His lips brush against your skin, beginning from the back of your shoulder up the side of your neck. You squirm in his embrace, tickled by both his beard and kisses. Beau knew how sensitive you were, and he loved to see you giggle with glee. He moves, hovering over your body. His shadow stretches across your eyelids, shielding you from the indirect sun.

Finally, you open your eyes and couldn’t be happier for the gift of sight. Your handsome boyfriend stares down at you, lust in his hooded eyes. He moves between your legs, and you know what he wants. He leans down slowly and gently captures your lips between his. It was long and sweet, just like every kiss he gives you at the start and end of your day. He deepens it, and the more your lips move in sync, the hungrier you each become.

His excitement presses against your inner thigh, and you can’t help but point it out. So, with a smile, you murmur against his lips, “Well, someone’s having a good morning.”

Beau presses his confined member against your clothed clit, eliciting a whimper from your pretty mouth. Your underwear gets damper when his husky Texas drawl replies, “Sweetheart, the mornin’s only begun.”

You weren’t a morning person, but you didn’t mind how and when he woke you. Even after a night of sex, you still looked forward to the morning. He kneels between your legs as his hands drag your panties off. He bites his lip when he sees your glistening pussy, staring as if it was the first time he’s seen you. You used to be shy, but after months of watching the same reaction, all you feel is confidence.

He pushes his boxers down, and your mouth waters as his cock springs free. With your undergarments aside, he leans over you again. Despite the warmth radiating from his body onto yours, he pulls up the covers to shield you from the cold. Beau presses his erection between your wet folds, coating his thick member in your juices. He doesn’t ask permission when he brings his leaking tip to your entrance or before he shoves his long shaft inside you. He didn’t need it. From the beginning, you made it clear he could handle you when and however he wanted, as long as he didn’t break your heart.

Instinctively, your body clings to his, holding on for dear life as he splits you in two. It didn’t matter if he went fast or slow, the size of his dick still stretched you the same, and you’d be feeling it for a long time after. The protruding veins in his cock rub against your walls, making your mouth fall open. His tip hits your G-spot effortlessly, forcing your eyes to roll back. Your nails dig into his back, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and you swear you’re in Heaven. Your body arches into his chest, the pleasure becoming so much that you can’t lie still. He picks up the pace, grunting in your ear as your tight cunt clenches around him. Your hand finds its way to his hair, tugging hard enough to drive you both wild. His lips go right for your neck like the animal he was. His teeth brush against your sensitive skin as he sucks on your sweet spot. His large hand massages your breast, his thumb circling your hardened nipple while his other holds him steady. The pleasure was becoming too much, and he could tell by the way you squeezed him.

Suddenly, his phone rings, disrupting his vigorous rhythm. Your eyes open in startlement and dismay. God, please don’t answer it, not now! You internally beg. He groans and slows his movements.

“I should probably get that.”

“Fuck, I was so close,” You whine.

Unexpectedly, he slams his well-endowed manhood into you. His tip bruises your cervix, and your body jolts. Your eyes squeeze shut, hollering in pain, pleasure, and surprise. His mouth finds yours, and the kiss is hot and heavy. He reaches for the nightstand, his hips snapping into yours as he blindly silences the ringer. The vibration moves the phone, but it becomes tolerable.

Beau’s thrusts grow more urgent, harsher. He pounds you into the bed, and you’re shocked the trailer wasn’t moving with you. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and you feel your orgasm approaching. Your body begins to overheat; The combination of pleasure, blanket warmth, body warmth, and insanely hot sex made a thin layer of sweat coat your body. You both come up for air, and fresh tears sting your eyes.

Beau sees how close you are and encourages, “Go on, darlin’, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

And with his permission, you come undone. Your body trembles beneath him as your orgasm passes through your nervous system. ‘Times like these, you were grateful that Beau lived in the middle of the woods with no neighbors to hear you scream with ecstasy. His hips lock with yours, and with a guttural moan, he shoots his thick load inside your spent pussy. Your limps fall from his body, but he stays one with you.

Your breaths mingle as you each pant heavily. Neither one of you moves, reveling in your highs while they last. Once your breathing steadies, Beau slowly pulls himself out, and you whimper at the loss. He collapses next to you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you into his side. You blissfully cuddle up to him, enjoying his presence and basking in the post-sex euphoria.

“That was…Fuck, I can’t even think straight.”

You giggle, nuzzling your cheek into his chest while wrapping your arm around his torso. He holds you closer and kisses the top of your head. It was rare, but you each had the day off. His left hand strokes your right arm, soothing both your body and mind. What you wouldn’t give to stay like this.

His phone chimes with a text. You groan, knowing the serenity was ended by whoever sent the message. And to top it off, they now have your man’s undivided attention. He chuckles at your annoyance but understands it. Everyone knew it was his day off, but clearly, they didn’t care. All he wanted was to spend the day with his girl in peace. But being Sheriff has its downsides. He reaches over your body, grabbing his phone off the nightstand before lying back down. The screen lights up, and he reads the text, realizing it’s his role as a father who threatened his time with you.

Emily: Hey, dad. Mom’s dropping me off. She got called in for an emergency at work. See you in 10!

He springs up in bed, knocking you off in the process. Your heart leaps out of your chest, confusion and fear coursing through you.

“Damn it!” Beau exclaims before scooting off the mattress.

You hold the blanket to your body, asking, “What’s wrong?”

“Emily—she’s on her way,” he grabs your shirt and tosses it on your lap. “You gotta go.”

Shit! You scramble out of bed to put your clothes on. You and Beau have been together for over seven months, and not once have you met his daughter. Whenever the subject came up, he’d say he wasn’t ready. You didn’t rush him; You understood that it was a big step for him—for everyone involved, but you so desperately longed to be in that part of his life. Deep down, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was ashamed of you. After all, you were half his age.

In the beginning, you both kept your relationship a secret, afraid of the judgment you’d each receive. Beau even second-guessed his decision to go out with a younger girl. Hell, you were closer in age with his daughter than you were to him. But he couldn’t deny how well you both got on. He connected more with you than he ever did with his ex-wife. After a few months had passed, he allowed the knowledge of your relationship to spread to the people closest to him. Despite the success, the thought of you meeting his family terrified him, so he asked everyone to keep the news low-key.

What if we broke up? What if she realizes she no longer wants an older man? What if Emily doesn’t like her? The thoughts often clouded his mind, but he had to remind himself she wasn’t a little girl anymore. The relationship between you and him wouldn’t affect her much, but still, she was his life. His daughter’s opinion matters most, and he’s afraid she won’t get past the age gap.

“Sweetheart, you gotta go faster than that.” Beau’s anxiety causes his voice to rise. “She’ll be here in eight minutes. I can’t let her see you or your car.”

“Beau, I’m going as fast as I can. Please, don’t rush me.” You had pulled on your shirt and began to slide on your underwear as you balanced on wobbly legs. “Have you seen my bra?”

You get down on your hands and knees, searching underneath the bed for the garment, but you don’t see it. Before you can look under the nightstand, Beau grabs your arm and yanks you up from the floor.

“Forget your fucking bra!” He shouts before shoving your jeans into your unsupported chest. You barely catch it before it drops, but you’re too slow to stop the gasp from leaving your mouth at his sudden behavior. “Put those on and get out.”

Your shock turns to anger as you pull on your pants. Beau was already dressed and gathering your items. When you leave the bedroom and enter the other half of the trailer, he hands you your belongings and opens the door. He searches for his ex’s car and sighs in relief when he doesn’t see it. When he looks back at you, you’re sitting on the couch, putting on your shoes.

“Y/N, you gotta—“

“Go! I know. Can I put my damn shoes on first?”

“There’s no time. They’ll be here any minute.”

He strides toward you and tries to grab your arm again, but you snatch it away. “Don’t touch me!”

You get up from your seat and walk to the open door with your stuff in hand. Beau follows you outside, and before you walk down the patio stairs, you turn on your heel.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

His eyebrows furrow and his neck straightens, seemingly caught off guard. “Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” You ask again, terrified of the answer. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“I…” He appears defeated, but he quickly masks the emotion. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Answer the question.”

“Damn it, Y/N. We can talk about this later.”

“I don’t want to talk about it later. Just tell me—”

“Leave! Now!”

“Not until you give me an answer.”

“Please—They'll be here any second,”

“Yes or no: Are you ashamed of me? Of us?”

He glances toward the car trail, hoping they don’t show now and see you two. He runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He knew you wouldn’t give up without an answer. “Sweetheart, it’s not that simple.”

You nod, understanding what he refuses to say out loud. Your throat gets tight, and you know you have to leave before you cry but, more importantly, before they arrive. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they don’t see me. Neither will you.”

Without another word, you hurry to your parked car whilst ignoring his calls. Maybe it was best that he didn’t introduce you to his daughter. Perhaps it’ll hurt less. You toss your belongings into the passenger seat and start your vehicle. Without bothering to heat your car’s engine, you speed off. He wanted to run after you but instead, he watches you go with a heavy heart.

Surely, you had to understand why he didn’t want you to meet them right now. And you did. You understood why today wasn’t the best day to meet his family. Hell, you didn’t want your first interaction to be right after you had sex with Emily’s dad and Carla’s ex-husband. But it bothered you that this wasn’t the first time you had to leave because they were coming by.

Despite being distraught, Beau didn’t have time to digest what happened as Carla drove up less than 20 seconds after you left. Like you promised they didn’t see you and in a way, he was thankful but not when the cost was losing you. Emily steps out of the car and greets her father.

“Hey, Dad.”

He puts on a smile, trying not to let the prior events affect the time with his daughter. “Hey, Em.”

“Are you okay?”

It seemed as though she knew him better than he thought. But he decides to deflect. “What’re you talking about? ‘Course I’m okay. What’d you want to do today?”

She shrugs and goes into the trailer. Beau waves to Carla before following her inside. “I was thinking…”

Emily’s voice fades into the background as his eyes wander to his room.

His thoughts drift to every word, spoken or unspoken, every action in the little time you were given. How could he treat you like that? You had done nothing wrong. How could he have let you leave thinking the worst?

“Dad!”

His head snaps in Emily’s direction. “What?”

“So, can we? Go into town?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure. I’m gonna hop in the shower first, then we can head out.”

“Okay,” She stares warily. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Beau nods, “I’ll be—I’m fine. Don’t you worry.”

He walks toward the bathroom, and before he enters, out of the corner of his eye, he sees your bra underneath the nightstand. His heart tightens, but he doesn’t dare to deal with the sorrow in the presence of his daughter. He closes the curtain to the room, planning to deal with the evidence after his shower. He’s certain about one thing: He’d make it right.

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Super happy, puppy dog yandere boyfriend that’s happy to have sex with you for the first time

afab reader ; nsfw

You look so beautiful in bed, all dolled up and pretty just for him! And only for him! He’s so excited that his pants feel way too restrictive, and if he had a tail you bet it’d be wagging a mile a minute. 

He looks at your soft curves, your bashful, oh-so-cute-eyes, and the rosiness of your adorable cheeks with so much love. Because he loves you. And he really REALLY means it. And wants to show you how he really feels tonight. He was so happy that you’d agreed to go all the way with him. 

When he undresses and leans over your body, hands squeezing your hips and inner thigh, you feel him trembling with anticipation. You giggle at the sight, and he swears your voice is like an angel from above singing holy scripture into his ears. 

You unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side of the room. He imagines smothering his face between your tits until you slowly peel your laced panties out from under you, revealing a perfectly pink pussy that has him practically drooling, all sense of self restraint bursting at the seams.

He’s all over you before you can even say a word, face between your legs, boyish hands keeping a vice like grip on your thighs to keep you open as he laps and laps away until he’s satisfied. Which in the moment, he thinks he’ll never be with how good you taste. His drool gets everywhere, coating your already wet cunt with his own juices. He apologizes for the mess and eagerly goes to clean it up with his tongue, sucking on your mound like a dog gobbling over a chew toy. 

Did he already say your voice sounds like an angel? Because your moans are so immaculate he can just listen to you say his name and ONLY his name all damn day. Just you and him. Together forever and ever and ever and ever —

The thought of spending eternity with you puts him over the edge, and he practically whines for you to let him put his cock inside. 

“Please, baby? I promise I’ll make you feel good. I promise! I wanna feel you so bad. I can’t take it anymore.”

You find his begging cute, but would be a cruel woman to tell him no when he’s staring at you with such puppy-love, lust ridden eyes. When you say yes, he’s over the moon, already covering your body with sloppy kisses and thank yous, muttering promises of how he’ll make you feel oh so full, oh so good, and that he’ll take care of you forever. 

He knows you’re not a virgin but he doesn’t care. He would have loved to be your first but that doesn’t matter now, the only thing that matters is making you his right this moment and making it to where you’ll never want another man ever again, just him. 

When his cock plunges into you he moans just as loud as you, if not more. You feel his heart pounding like crazy and reach to kiss him, sending him into a frenzy of ‘I love you’s and ‘Mine, mine, MINE’. He latches onto your tits like they’re a lifeline, feeling so high with adrenaline that he almost zones out and ignores your moans. Uh-oh, can’t do that! He wants to hear every noise you’ll make for him tonight. 

He’s fucking you so fast and so good you can barely think straight, and your fucked out expression just sends him over the moon. He squeals at your adorable face and holds you tighter, biting into your neck and laughing when you gasp at his actions. He hasn’t bothered counting how many times you’ve come. He just knows it’s been more than three. 

You ask him to take you from behind, doggystyle, and he happily obliges. He fucks you deep, slamming into you as hard as he can, gripping your ass and giving one cheek a nice smack. With a pull of your hair, he’s got you on both knees pressed flush against his body. He gives you another hickey on your neck, but not before another bite. 

“Oh you’re doing so good for me baby. Just like that! Yeah. Go ahead and cum for me.” He encourages. 

Boy, does he want to come inside you so bad, make you his and mark you, but he knows how you feel about that and opts to come outside instead, all over your perfect ass. 

When he finishes, he flops into bed next to you and holds you tight, looking at you with concerned but hopeful eyes. 

“How was that?? Was it good? You won’t leave me know will you? I know I liked it, but did you? We can go another round if you want. I wanna make you—“

You hush him with a reassuring kiss on the lips. 

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Kinktober - Day 1

1st — phone sex, Lando Norris

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You were just about to get into bed when your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You pick it up and see it’s a text from your boyfriend Lando. He’s been away following the calendar of a triple header for two weeks, and he still has one more to go, and you miss him more and more every day. 

Hey, gorgeous.

Just as you’re about to respond, another comes through. 

I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve been on my mind all day.

Your heart swells at the message. You know Lando is way out of your league. He could have anyone he wants, and it makes you so happy that he chose you. And before you could send him the text back, he called you. 

“Hello,” you grin. 

“Hey, cutie, what’re you up to?” 

“Hey, yeah… I was just reading a book. Did you get back to the hotel?” You let out a chuckle.

“Yes, you know how media day is spent, god, I’m so tired right now. Just wanna see you, love.”

You bite your lip. “You know, if you came home, I could help you loosen up.” Lando doesn’t say anything for a moment, but his voice becomes low and soft.

“Oh, could you, now? Am I missing out on anything?”

“Not yet,” you say, biting your finger with a smirk.

“In that case… what’re you thinking about?”

“You, didn’t I say that? Just come home I miss you” You whined as you laid on the bed, phone to your ear as you stared at the ceiling.

“I wish I could but it looks like this is gonna take longer than expected” You rolled your eyes in annoyance wishing he could just catch the first plane home.

“But I haven’t seen you in forever and it’s been so long since you’ve touched me” You smiled when you heard Lando groan. It wasn’t normal for you two to go this long without physical contact, “I’ve been doing it by myself but it’s not that same”

You let out a breathy sigh as your hand travelled between your legs, your fingers ever so gently teasing your clit through the thin fabric of your lace panties

Lando bit his lip, feeling himself get hard at the thought of you touching yourself, “is that why you called me? You want to hear my voice while you touch yourself”

You moaned, “Please baby I need you” Your voice was desperate, filled with lust. Lando took a deep breath, laying on the bed in his hotel room, his hands moving to palm the growing erection that was straining against his jeans, “Pull your panties down and finger yourself, I wanna hear just how wet you are”

You quickly obeyed, tossing your underwear across the room as you put the phone on speaker. The wet noise of you fingering yourself filled the room, sounding downright pornographic. Lando groaned, unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out to stroke the length.

“Lando” You moaned loudly, your hips grinding against your fingers as you fucked yourself. 

“You can get louder than that,” Lando moaned, “Rub your clit and say my name baby come on”

Your back arched as you started circling your clit with one hand while the other repeatedly hit your g-spot. You were close, the sound of Lando’s moans made you even more needy as your fingers moved faster. 

“Lando I’m gonna cum” You whined as you felt your stomach get tense, your hips bucking off the bed. “Cum for me baby” Lando moaned, one hand moving to palm his balls as he pumped his cock faster. You came with a loud moan, cumming all over your fingers.

Lando let out a breathy groan as his cum shot out onto his shirt, “Fuck baby I’m coming home as fast as I can so I can fuck you properly” 

You chuckled, putting your fingers in your mouth to lick your cum off of them, “I’ll hold you to that”

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‎ ‎ BOYFRIEND? HUSBAND! ✦ 我的老公！

ᐢ..ᐢ calling them your husband trend ✿ 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝓁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⟢ ( 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ) . . 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 638 ⟡

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LEE HEESEUNG

the moment he heard the word husband leave your pretty lips he was a blushing mess

bro tried to act nonchalant but ended up giggling throughout the whole recording

even after recording he was smiling to himself like a lovesick idiot

“hey everyone today i’m here with my husband and we’ll be rating flavours from wingstop!” you cheerfully said to the camera, making sure to place emphasis on the word ‘husband’.

when he first heard you, he thought he was hearing things and asked, “sorry baby could you repeat that?”

you flashed him a smug smile before repeating your sentence, “so today i’ll be rating wingstop flavours with my husband.”

if he heard the same word two times he was sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

throughout the whole recording of the video, he couldn’t stop smiling and holding your hand, peppering kisses to the back of them.

the title ‘husband’ sounded good on him.

PARK JONGSEONG

he would definitely be stunned at first, not knowing how to react and simply just staring into space

but after awhile his mood would be so much better than before

smiling at the camera, you waved with your one hand and held onto jay’s arm with the other. “hey guys! i’m here with my husband and we’re just doing a mini vlog!”

jay’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets. your voice sounded like a sweet sounding melody to him that he could listen to forever.

the thought of him actually becoming your husband made his heart beat a little too fast for his own good. he was really trying to keep his composure but there were one or two cracks.

he decided to play it cool and nodded his head before humming, “mhmhm.”

“husband,” he whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “sounds wonderful.”

SIM JAEYUN

this man would not stop bringing up throughout the whole recording of the video

always making small little remarks about him being your “husband” and you being his “wife”

his confidence went 🆙 and he wouldn’t stop flirting with you

jake smiled at the camera as you started talking, introducing yourselves to the viewers. “hi everyone! it’s me and i’m here with my husband, jake, and today we’ll be doing a short Q&A session!”

“husband?” he repeated and raised an eyebrow at you, his lips upturned into a smile. “i’m your husband baby?”

his voice was smooth like velvet, making you blush and giggle awkwardly, “uhm..”

jake could only press a kiss to your forehead as he looked back at the camera. “mhm, i’m here with my wife,” he said to the camera, placing more stress on the word ‘wife’ just to make you even more flustered.

“let’s answer the first question hm? my darling wife.”

PARK SUNGHOON

many people think he wouldn’t have an reaction but this man would turn into putty in your hands

he can’t even finish a sentence without stuttering and tripping over his words

couldn’t even maintain eye contact with you for more than 5 seconds

“hi guys! it’s yn and today i have my husband, hoonie with us! we’ll be trying out two types of boba today!” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

sunghoon’s brain immediately shut down, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you.

“cmon hoonie, say hi to the viewers,” you nudged him by the shoulder, giggling. oh you definitely knew the effect you had on him, no doubt about that.

he gave the camera a lopsided smile, “hi— e-everyone.” anyone could tell he was affected by you calling him your ‘husband’.

you giggled at his introduction, leaning forward to press a kiss onto his cheek. “what a shy husband i have hm?”

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baby finn series, the godfather

lando norris x wife!mom!reader

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the big question

“y’know i’ve been thinking,” lando mumbles into your stomach, the comfortable home of baby finn as he grows at just four months, “we should figure out godparents,” your husband suggests. 

“oh yeah,” you sigh, continuing your motions of combing lando’s hair with your fingers as his head rests on your chest in order to have his nightly conversation with the baby, “we’ve been so wrapped up in names, i haven’t even thought about godparents,”

“i know,” lando shrugs, moving his hand gently up and down your bump, “should we do siblings or friends?” 

“hmm,” you think to yourself before voicing your opinion, “i think friends,” you feel your husband nod his head in agreement, “i mean our siblings already have a place in our baby’s life, we should involve our friends in a more meaningful manner,”

“i agree,” lando nods again, “do you mind if i pick the godfather, and then you could pick the godmother?”

“already itching to ask max, huh?” you giggle as your husband joins in with your laughter. 

“how’d you know?” he asks sarcastically as you continue your laughs. 

“do you wanna ask him tomorrow when he comes over to stream?” with that question, lando’s ears perk up in excitement as he moves his head off your chest in order to meet your eyes.

“yes!” he exclaims, “who are you gonna ask?” he questions, leaning in quickly to peck your lips as you think for a moment, “y/b/f/n?”

“yeah, that’s what i was thinking, she’s really been there for me with the pregnancy and we’ve been best friends forever,”

“invite her over tomorrow,” lando suggests, “her and max get on well, we can all have dinner after max and i stream and we’ll ask them,” you nod at his request, beginning to pull out your phone to text her and invite her over tomorrow. she replies quickly that she’s free and would love to come. you show lando the text as you smile together in triumph and excitement. 

the next day, max had come around four in the afternoon in order to stream for a few hours. you could hear the boys yelling and laughing while live as you moved around the nursery, sorting through different items. a few moments later, the knock on your door brings butterflies to your stomach, nerves rattling you about your question later. 

“hi!!” you giggle as your best friend greets you with a hug after opening the door, “i’m just getting some stuff together in the nursery before i start dinner, wanna help?”

“of course!” she cries out, “i can’t wait to see all the new stuff you got since i’ve been here last,”

“oh my gosh, so much,” you smile, “lando’s mom stopped by a few days ago with a bunch of things, that’s what i’m mainly sorting now,”

“ugh, that’s so sweet,” she holds a hand over her heart as you begin to walk back towards the nursery, “are they live in there?”

“i think so,”

“is it just fewtrell and lando?”

“yeah,”

“i’m gonna pop in really quick to say hi,”

“okay, just meet me in the nursery,”

after a plethora of clothes and toys sorted, two different video games conquered, you head to the kitchen in order to prepare dinner. 

“oh how i’ve missed your cooking, y/n,” max sighs out, rubbing his stomach as him and lando enter the kitchen. he hops onto the barstool at the counter next to your best friend as lando makes his way towards you, placing a gentle kiss to your neck. 

“and i’ve missed you eating all our food, fewtrell,” you bite back quickly, pointing your spoon at him jokingly. 

“need any help, baby?” lando quietly asks you, a hand coming up to run over your stomach. 

“i think i’m fine, it’s almost ready,” you turn a bit, kissing his cheek in appreciation, “you wanna get them drinks?”

“what are you guys drinking?” lando directs to your friends. 

“i’m drinking double for miss momma over there,” your best friend laughs, waving a finger at you. 

“i think that’s my job,” lando jokes along with her, “if i have to put up with the hormones, i get to drink double,”

“hey!” you exclaim with a small hit to your husband’s stomach, “i haven’t been that bad,” you look up from the food and find three pairs of eyes staring back at you with raised eyebrows, “what?”

“oh honey…” your best friend trails off, “lando’s a saint,”

“wow,” you sigh out, “i’m rethinking my decision right now,”

“what decision?” max asks, cracking three beers open and passing them around.

“well,” you pause and glance at lando, him giving you a slight nod to keep going, “we had ulterior motives in inviting you both here tonight,”

“a foursome?” your best friend jokes, “listen, guys, you’re great but i don’t see you like that-”

“shut up,” you cut her off with a laugh, “we were hoping you’d be baby norris’ godparents,” you and lando look at them, hope buzzing around you that they’d accept. 

“oh my god…” fewtrell trails off, a hand coming to cover his mouth in disbelief. 

“yes! a thousand times yes!” your best friend cries out beside him.

“what she said!” max joins in, both of them sliding off the barstools and running around the counter to hug the both of you. 

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their first meeting

“hey mate, yeah she did great,” you hear lando mumbling into his phone as you continue to coo at the little baby boy in your arms, “why don’t you drop by? i’m sure she’ll be okay with it,” with that new sentence, you tear your eyes away from finn and meet lando’s gaze. he mouths a quick ‘max’ and you nod in approval to his visitation, “alright, we’ll see you soon,”

“max fewtrell, right?” you ask once your husband gets off the phone. he nods at your question, moving to be right back by your side, adoring his baby boy and his gorgeous wife.

“i don’t think verstappen is itching to see him like fewtrell is,” lando giggles as his hand comes up to brush some hair out of your eyes, “you did so good, love,” after the praise, he leans in for a kiss, happily reciprocated by you. 

“thank you, lan,” you breath out, “when will max be here?”

“about an hour,” he answers quietly, still adoring the little baby in front of him, “do you want to nap?”

“you read my mind, love,” relief lacing your tired voice as you begin to hand finn off to his father, “just wake me a few minutes before max arrives, please,”

“of course, get some rest, baby,” he holds finn in his arm with one hand as his other comes to pull the blankets higher onto your body. leaning over slightly, careful of the newborn in his arms, he pecks your lips lightly before you fall asleep. 

forty-five minutes later, you’re gently being shaken awake, finn safely in his hospital-given bassinet, “baby,” lando quietly speaks, careful not to startle you or wake the baby. 

“is max almost here?” you groggily ask, beginning to rub the sleep from your eye.

“yes, love, in about ten minutes,” he assures you. 

“okay, is finn alright?”

“sleeping happily beside you,”

“thank you, does he need to be fed?”

“the nurse said that your next feeding would be in another hour,”

“okay,” you let out a breath, “will you help me up? i want to change before he comes,”

“oh baby, you don’t have to change for him, just relax,” lando pushes, but you just look down at your shirt and up at him. 

“lan, i appreciate that, i really do,” you start, “but my tits leaked milk in my sleep, i’m soaked,”

“oh,” lando laughs, you joining him, “okay let me get you a new shirt,”

after you had changed into your clean and dry shirt, you scooped up your baby boy just as max begins to walk into the room. he’s holding a large bottle of champagne in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. 

“hiii,” he whispers out into the room, “congratulations,” you keep quiet, letting your husband share this moment with his best friend. 

“thanks for coming, mate,” lando walks over to him, pulling him into a brief hug. 

“are you kidding? i wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he laughs, “these are for you,” he waves the flowers around before setting them down on the table next to you, “and this is for you too,” he waves the bottle of champagne as well, “for the sleepless nights,” he finishes with a wink. 

“that is so sweet, max, you didn’t have to do that,” you reply to his thoughtful gesture. 

“of course i did,”

“no i mean the champagne,” you nod in its direction on your bedside table, “that won’t be opened for months, i’m breastfeeding,”

“oh,” he retracts a bit before picking it up and moving towards your husband, “this is for you-”

“shut up,” lando laughs, grabbing the bottle and setting it down, “do you want to meet him?”

“yes,” he whispers out, eyes turning back to you and the bundle of joy in your arms. 

“c’mere,” you usher him over, moving the baby into his arms as he begins to melt at the sight. 

“he’s adorable,” max croaks out, emotions overflowing as he stares down at his godson, “thank god he takes after you, y/n,” you and lando share a laugh, and you eye your husband, urging him to tell his best friend the news. 

“um,” lando starts, moving to sit next to you on your bed, “do you want to know his name?”

“yes,” max replies quickly, his eyes never leaving the newborn in his arms. 

“its uh,” lando coughs, clearing his throat from nerves, “finn maxwell norris,”

“what?” fewtrell stares at your husband in disbelief, tears beginning to form in his waterline. 

“you heard me, mate,” lando nods his head, emotions clouding his face as well. 

“oh my go- oh my god,” max stutters out, eyes now moving back down to finn, “you are named after such a great guy,” he jokes, causing erupted laughter throughout the hospital room. 

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babysitting

“okay, you’ve got the list right there with his schedule,” you point out to max, finn running around in circles with lando chasing right behind him, “and you’ve got everyone's numbers that you need,”

“i think so,” max nods, “i think i still have your mom’s from last time,”

“okay good,” you nod, “if there’s a real emergency and we can’t be reached call lando’s dad first, he’s closest,”

“got it,” max states, “you know i’ve done this a lot, y/n. i’ve been babysitting him since he was a newborn, now he’s three,”

“so you know i’m a paranoid first time mother,” you laugh at him, “i have to go through the motions,”

“i know, but he’ll be fine,” max laughs, pulling you into a hug, “i haven’t killed him yet,”

“very true,”

“and i’m more responsible than your husband over there,” fewtrell nods his head in the direction of lando and finn, running around like madmen in the living room, cackling with each other at their antics. 

“you are so right,” you laugh at the scene in front of you, “alright norris!” you call out, both your boys whipping their heads in your direction, “the big one,” you clarify, “we’ve got to go,”

“right, right,” he agrees, bending down to give finn the talk about behavior. after a few ‘yes dada’s’ and giggles shared between the two, your husband is walking over to your place at the door, “ready?”

“yes, love,” you give him a quick peck to the cheek, “finn?”

“momma?” he asks from his spot in between max’s legs.

“best behavior?”

“yes, momma,” he nods, gripping onto max as you just smile at him, “alright, we’ll be back late, max the guest room is all set up for you,”

“i know the drill, y/n,” he laughs at you.

“paranoid mother, remember?” you direct back. 

“yes, i will check in on the hour if i have to,”

“much appreciated, mate,” lando finishes the conversation, pushing you out the door, “we’ll see you tonight,”

the door shuts behind you and lando, max now bending over to meet the little blue eyes staring back up at him. 

“are we playing monster tonight?” he asks the little boy. 

“MONSTA!” finn screeches in excitement, running towards the living room and away from max as he starts chasing him. 

“i’m gonna get you!” fewtrell screams out as he chases finn, “monsters coming!”

“NOO!” your baby cries out, laughter evident in the home as the two boys continue the chase. 

that night, you and lando arrive back to a dark home, holding each other up a bit as you were both carrying a slight alcohol buzz. you giggle into lando’s lips as they continue their attack on your own. 

“lan,” you laugh into his mouth, “mmph, save it for the bedroom,”

“i can’t help it my wife looks so so good tonight,” he replies, voice in a dropped octave, his hands grabbing your ass with no shame. 

“mm,” you hum again into his mouth, “and my husband looks fantastic every night,”

“that’s not fair,” he laughs, one hand moving to grab your chest as his other hand stays on your bum, “i think you look good every night too, you one upped my compliment,”

“well, i’m sorry,” you feign innocence, “why don’t you just show me how beautiful i am every night,”

“oh baby, i plan on it,”

“c’mon let’s go to our room,” you begin to drag him down the hall, but not without halting your movements due to the slightly ajar door to your right. lando, still kind of tipsy, runs right into your back as you’re stopped. 

“what, y/n?”

“look,” you nod your head into the room, lando following your gaze, his glossed over eyes softening at the sight. 

“they’re so cute,” he laughs from behind you. you both take another moment, staring into your guest room at max and finn passed out in the bed together. max was pushed onto the left side with finn’s little body sprawled across him, “should i move finn into his room?” 

“no, let them sleep,” you turn your attention towards your husband again, “you owe me some compliments in the bedroom,” you grab lando’s hand and start your way to the bedroom once again. 

“i like the sound of that, love,” he whispers in giggles, you both a tipsy mess, running to your room. 

-

running away

“FINN!” you yell at your four year old, “i told you to pick up and put away your toys two hours ago, what is this?” 

“i don’t wannnaa,” he whines, stomping his foot down. 

“i don’t care,” you firmly push, “put away your toys now. otherwise your father will hear about this when he gets back,”

“i’m not gonna,” he huffs out, crossing his arms over his little chest, challenging you to break.

“fine,” you turn away from him and to the mess littered across your entire apartment, taking in a deep breath before you did snap, “wait until your father gets home,” finn doesn’t like the sound of this, beginning to cry and run away to his room, “DON’T SLAM THAT DOOR!” you shout down the hall. bang. it slammed. you breathe one more time, and wait for lando to walk through the door and handle his mini-me. 

you were five months pregnant, and too exhausted to deal with his temper tantrum. finn was always a good kid, and the tantrums were never often. but when they came, they came in hard. it was usually after not enough sleep, or not enough food, but only a few times a year, thankfully. you and lando always joked that all the built up little tantrums he didn’t have morph into a few gigantic ones a year. 

finally after an hour you hear the front door open, heaving yourself up and off the couch, you make your way into lando’s arms. 

“hey, baby,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around you as you just sink further into him, “what’s wrong?”

“finn, he’s having a tantrum day,” you sigh, waving one of your arms not wrapped around your husband to the mess that was your home, “he wouldn’t pick up his toys, he screamed, cried, slammed the door,” you breathe out, letting your emotions finally wash over you since your rock was finally home. lando wraps his arms around you tighter, letting you finally calm down a little. he sways you a bit as he hears you fight the tears back, rubbing your shoulder.

“i’m sorry, love,” he tries to calm you, “i’ll talk to him, okay?” you nod your head in his chest, “are you alright?”

“better now that you’re here,” you mumble, “i’m sorry i had to welcome you home like this-”

“hey, hey,” he stops you quickly, “don’t apologize, i’m gonna talk to him,” lando leads you back over to the couch, propping your feet up and then moving towards his son’s room. 

knocking twice on the door, he hears a quiet, but stern, ‘come in’. 

“hey, bubs,” lando greets the four year old, “i heard about today,” your husband tries to talk to finn, but he won’t look away from the coloring book he’s using, sprawled across the floor, “finn,” lando puts sharper, but finn just keeps coloring.

lando rolls his eyes quickly, moving towards his son and grabbing the coloring book from him.

“HEY!” finn shouts at his dad. 

“now i’ve got your attention?” lando asks him, “i should’ve had your attention when i called your name the first time- actually, your mother should have had your attention when she asked you to complete a simple task!” your husband begins to raise his voice at finn, not shouting, but definitely not coddling the boy.

“but dada-” he begins to whine. 

“no finn, no ‘buts’. you have been very bad today and you owe your mother an apology,” lando stands in front of him, hands on hips, and finn just continues to whine on the floor, “get up, finn, go apologize and clean up your toys,” he watches as his son doesn’t move an inch, “NOW!” he shouts, but the young four year old is unbothered. 

“no, i go live with uncle max!” he shouts back, now getting up to grab his small suitcase. 

“finn maxwell norris,” lando gives his warning tone to the boy, the one that usually scares the shit out of him, but he just keeps packing, “fine, go live with him,” he attempts to call his sons bluff, moving out of the room and back to his wife on the couch. 

“what happened? i heard you yelling,” you ask lando as he sits down with a sigh, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer.

“i hate yelling at him, i do, it’s just when he gets like this-”

“i know, lan,” you reassure him, “i think we got blessed with such a sweet boy on most days that his hard days are worse than normal,”

“he says he’s moving in with max,” lando chuckles, “i’d love to see him go one night without our goodnight cuddles to him,”

you laugh along with your husband before adding on, “or he’ll come out of his tantrum fog and realize he misses his parents that he loves so much,”

“for sure,” he giggles with you, just as your son stomps out of his room and towards the door. 

“where ya going, finn?” you ask in innocence, already knowing the answer.

“to live with uncle max,” he huffs out. even in his terrible mood, you can’t help but find him just a bit adorable.

“okay,” your husband speaks to him, both of you beginning to get up and walk towards the door, “have fun,” lando opens the door, watching your son walk one door down the hall and knock. the door creaks open, max looking down at the little boy and his suitcase. 

“was there a sleepover i didn’t know about?” he asks you and lando as you watch from your doorway. 

“oh no,” your husband laughs, “finn tell him,”

“i move in with you,” he grunts out, making his way towards max. 

“i’m sorry, what?” fewtrell looks at the both of you again, searching for some sort of answer. 

“oh yeah,” you nod, “he wants to live with you now,”

“um,” max starts, letting the little boy walk through his legs and into his apartment, “okay?”

“don’t worry, mate,” lando laughs, “he’ll be back tomorrow,”

“i’m sure,” max agrees, “the kid hates the food in my house,”

“that’s because you have no food in your house, fewtrell,” you laugh.

“and that’s why i alway eat dinner at your house, y/l/n,”

“and that’s why i don’t feel bad about my kid crashing with you tonight,” you jab back. you all say your goodnights and head back into your respective apartments, you and lando heading straight to bed after the long day. 

three in the morning and the pounding on your door is not from your dream. you and lando shuffle out of bed and towards the door, already knowing who is on the other side. your husband swings the door open, coming face to face with his teary-eyed son. max is standing there, clearly half asleep, and holding the boy up by his waist. 

“this belongs to you,” he mumbles out, pushing finn into lando’s arms and tossing his suitcase past you both and into your home. you both are too tired to even say goodnight, choosing instead to shut the door and head directly back to your bedroom.

“tomorrow morning finn,” you start as you all climb into bed together, “you’re cleaning and apologizing,”

“i know, momma. i sowwy,” he curls up beside lando, your husbands arm instinctively wrapping around his son.

“we’ll worry about that tomorrow, baby,” lando kisses his and your forehead’s, falling back into his sleep as quick as he was brought out of it. 

“uncle max had no food momma,” finn quietly admits, causing you to let out a few giggles. 

“goodnight, finn, dada and i are happy you’re back home,”

“me too, momma,”

-

[goldfades]

baby Hayes and mommy having their bonding time, mommy ticking and making funny voices that makes Hayes laughing up a storm until he hears Joe trying to join in and he just gets side eyed by his year old son cause why is he trying to get into him and mommy’s business right now 🫧🫶🏼😮‍💨

The soft afternoon light filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across the living room floor. The hum of the quiet house was broken only by the sweetest sound—Hayes’s laughter.

That belly-deep, can’t-catch-his-breath kind of laugh. The one that made his chubby cheeks glow and his tiny dimples pop. The one you’d do anything to hear again and again.

He was sprawled on the soft throw blanket in front of you, little legs kicking with all the power a one-year-old could muster. His hair—Joe’s hair, that perfect sandy blonde—stuck up in uneven tufts from all his rolling and giggling.

"Who’s my big boy?" you cooed in a sing-song voice, dragging the words out, watching the anticipation build in his wide blue eyes. "Is it youuu? It is you!"

Hayes squealed, arms flailing.

Your fingers swooped in, a wiggly tickle monster, tapping lightly at his sides. “I’m gonna get that belly! I’m gonna—boop!”

The second your fingers tickled his tummy, Hayes shrieked with joy. That giggle—oh, that giggle—burst out of him, bubbly and pure, his tiny body curling inward as if he could protect himself from the attack.

"You better run, baby!" you laughed, exaggerating your words, making your voice all high and ridiculous. "Mommy’s coming for the toes! The tickle monster loves toes!"

Hayes rolled onto his back, kicking those baby feet into the air, laughing so hard he had to gasp between breaths. His little nose scrunched up, and his eyes sparkled—Joe’s eyes, all mischief and sweetness rolled into one.

You leaned in closer, dropping your voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

“The tickle monster only comes for the funniest little boys. Are you funny? Hmm?”

Hayes gave a delighted screech, his hands reaching for your face, as if he couldn’t get close enough.

"That's right," you grinned, nuzzling his cheek. "You're hilarious."

He erupted again, tiny body convulsing with joy, and you felt your heart swell in a way that was almost too much. It was ridiculous, how much you loved this kid. Every laugh, every breath. You could live inside these moments forever.

Just the two of you.

But then—

“What’s all this laughing about, huh?”

The familiar deep voice echoed from the hallway.

You glanced up—there he was.

Joe leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing that slow grin that always tugged at the corner of his mouth when he caught you with Hayes.

"Are you two having fun without me?" he teased, stepping into the room. His socks made no sound against the floor, and his eyes softened when they landed on Hayes, still breathless from laughing.

But Hayes—oh, Hayes had other ideas.

The giggles stuttered. The little boy turned his head slowly, dramatically, in a move that seemed far too advanced for a toddler his age.

He side-eyed Joe.

Flat. Blank.

The kind of look that said, And you are…?

You bit your lip, fighting a laugh.

Joe paused mid-step. “Whoa. Whoa. Did I just get side-eyed? By my own son?”

Hayes blinked at him. Silent. Serious. Like Joe had interrupted the most important board meeting of his life.

You couldn’t hold it in. A laugh burst from you, and you clutched your stomach. “Oh my God, Joe—he really just gave you the look.”

“What? What look?” Joe protested, glancing between you and Hayes like he couldn’t believe the betrayal. “This is our thing, too, bud! Remember last night? Dada made you laugh! Remember that?”

Hayes remained unimpressed.

Joe stepped closer, lowering his voice like he was about to share the world’s best secret. “C’mon, little man. Daddy’s funny too. You gotta let me in on this.”

But Hayes turned his head right back to you, resting his cheek on the blanket like he was done with the conversation.

Dismissed. Like Joe wasn’t even there.

You were wheezing at this point, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Ohhh, no. No, you did not just get iced out like that.”

Joe put his hands on his hips, staring at Hayes like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You’re telling me you’re team Mommy right now? After everything I’ve done for you? I taught you how to throw a ball!”

Hayes let out a small hum, like he was contemplating the information.

Then, slowly, he shifted onto his side.

Reached out—

And grabbed the hem of your shirt, burying his face in your lap.

Joe gasped, hand to his chest, as if his heart had been shattered into a million pieces. “Wow. Cold-blooded.”

You snorted. “I mean… don’t take it personally.”

Joe shot you a glare, but you could see the smile tugging at his mouth. “Oh, I’m taking it personally. This is war now.”

Hayes peeked up at you, giving the smallest of smiles, and you stroked his hair, heart so full it could burst.

“Momma’s boy,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his soft curls.

But you caught Joe’s determined look—the glint in his eye that meant he wasn’t giving up that easily.

And you had a feeling that whatever happened next?

It wasn’t going to stay peaceful for long.

[pastryfication]

oscar taking care of his girlfriend who’s suffering with nausea and dizziness. like he helps her around the house, brings her food, turns into her personal blanket… i am a sucker for sweet bf oscar piastri

i’ll always take care of you

pairing: oscar piastri x reader note: haven’t proofread this so i apologise for any mistakes!! hope you like it <33

oscar had always been attentive—the most observant and caring boyfriend you’ve ever had—but today he seemed to have turned his attentiveness into a whole new art form.

you’d been feeling unwell since the morning—waves of nausea and dizziness that left you unsteady on your feet and far too tired to do much more than rest on the couch. he noticed the moment he saw you, a concerned frown creasing his brow as he knelt beside you.

“hey, you okay?” he asked softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead.

you managed a small smile, though it was weak. “just feeling a bit off. dizzy and nauseous. i think i might need to rest.”

oscar’s frown deepened as he nodded immediately. “okay, you stay right there,” he said firmly, standing up. “i’ll get you some water and maybe something light to eat, just in case.”

he moved around the kitchen with a quiet efficiency, fetching a glass of cold water and preparing a small plate of plain toast. when he returned, he set everything down on the coffee table beside you and sat next to you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“here,” he murmured, holding the glass to your lips. “just sip a little, don’t force it.”

you did as he said, taking small sips of water, grateful for his patience. oscar watched you with that focused expression he usually reserved for the track, like nothing else mattered but making sure you were okay. after a few sips, you leaned back, closing your eyes as another wave of dizziness washed over you.

“this feeling sucks,” you muttered, frustrated with how your body seemed to betray you. “i can’t even stand up without feeling like i’m going to fall over.”

oscar shook his head and slid an arm around your shoulders, gently guiding your body to rest against him. “you’re just not feeling well, love, and that’s okay. i’m here to help, alright?”

you sighed, leaning into his warmth, your head resting on his shoulder. “don’t you have something better to do?”

oscar’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. “you’re not a burden if that’s what you think.” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “i want to take care of you. it’s what i’m here for.”

he rubbed your back soothingly, his touch light and comforting. he held you like that for a while, his body warm against yours, his steady breathing helping to calm the spinning sensation in your head. you felt a little better, enough to open your eyes and look up at him.

“thank you,” you whispered, your voice soft. “you’re too good to me.”

he smiled, his hand moving to gently stroke your hair. “you deserve it,” he replied. “and besides, i kind of like holding you like this.”

you laughed softly, the sound weak but genuine. “oh, yeah? planning to keep me warm and cozy forever?”

oscar’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with affection. “that’s the plan,” he said. “but first, let’s get you to the bedroom so you can lie down properly.”

he stood up slowly, snaking his arms around your body to lift you bridal style. his touch was gentle, as if you were made of glass, and when you held onto his bicep for safety when he started moving, he smiled softly down at you.

when you finally reached the bed, he helped you sit down and then guided you to lie back, adjusting the pillows behind you. he pulled the blanket up over you and tucked it around your sides, his hands smoothing the fabric with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

“do you want anything else?” he asked softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “more water? a different snack? i can get you whatever you need.”

you shook your head. “just . . . stay with me?”

oscar’s expression softened, and he nodded immediately. “of course,” he said, climbing into the bed beside you. he shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest.

his warmth seeped into you, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm beneath your ear. he held you like that, like you were something precious and fragile, his fingers tracing light patterns along your arm. every so often, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, murmuring softly about nothing in particular—little stories, jokes, anything to distract you from the discomfort.

you felt yourself relaxing more, the dizziness fading slightly with the comfort of his touch and his presence. you closed your eyes, breathing in his scent, and felt a small smile form on your lips. “i’m so lucky to have you,” you murmured sleepily.

oscar’s arms tightened around you just a little bit more, his lips brushing against your hair. “no,” he whispered back, his voice filled with quiet conviction. “i’m the lucky one.”

[f1daydreamer]

Little Steps to Forever

---

It was supposed to be a simple evening walk with Leo through the quiet streets of Monaco. The little dog happily trotted along, sniffing every lamppost and bush, his tail wagging in the crisp night air. You held the leash loosely, chatting with Charles, who was animatedly recounting something about his last race.

And then you heard it, a faint whimper coming from the shadows of an alley.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, stopping mid-step.

Charles nodded, already scanning the dimly lit area. Leo tilted his head, ears perking up at the sound.

You both followed the soft cries, your heart clenching at the sight before you. A small, trembling dog huddled against a dumpster, his thin frame barely holding him up. His fur was matted, patches missing, and his eyes were wide with fear.

“Oh, mon cœur,” Charles whispered, crouching down slowly.

You gently tugged Leo’s leash, keeping him at a distance to avoid overwhelming the terrified animal. Charles extended a hand, but the dog flinched and let out a weak growl.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Charles cooed, his voice soft and soothing. “We won’t hurt you.”

You crouched beside him, your voice equally tender. “He’s so scared, Charles. What do we do?”

“We can’t leave him here,” he said, determination flashing in his green eyes.

---

It took nearly an hour of patient coaxing, a few pieces of Charles’ leftover croissant, and Leo’s calm presence for the dog to inch closer. When he finally let Charles touch him, your heart swelled with a mixture of relief and sadness.

“He’s coming home with us,” Charles said firmly, wrapping the trembling dog in his jacket.

You didn’t argue.

---

The first few days were tough. The dog, who you decided to name Buddy after Charles joked he needed a “buddy system” to feel safe, wouldn’t eat if either of you were in the room. He flinched at sudden movements and cowered in corners when voices got too loud.

But slowly, little by little, Buddy began to trust.

Charles was endlessly patient, spending hours sitting quietly on the floor, letting Buddy approach on his own terms. You cried the first time Buddy nudged Charles’ hand, seeking comfort.

Leo, ever the gentle one, became Buddy’s anchor. The two dogs were inseparable, with Leo often lying beside Buddy during naps or bringing him toys as if to say, “It’s okay here.”

---

One night, you found Charles in the living room, stretched out on the rug with both dogs. Buddy’s head rested on his chest while Leo snored softly at his side.

“You’re a natural,” you said, leaning against the doorframe, your heart full.

Charles grinned up at you, his hand running through Buddy’s now soft fur. “I just want him to feel safe, amour. He deserves that.”

You joined them, curling up next to Charles. Buddy’s tail wagged slightly, a small victory that brought tears to your eyes.

“You’re safe now, Buddy,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. “We promise.”

Charles squeezed your hand. “And we never break our promises.”

---

Months later, Buddy was a completely different dog. His fur shone, his eyes sparkled, and his tail wagged freely. He and Leo were the best of friends, often seen chasing each other around the garden or curling up together on the couch.

And every time you looked at Buddy, now brimming with life and love, you knew you had made the best decision.

“Ready for our walk?” Charles asked one evening, clipping the leashes onto Leo and Buddy.

You smiled, watching as Buddy happily barked, his tail wagging excitedly. “Let’s go.”

As you strolled through the streets, Buddy trotted confidently beside Leo, no longer the scared, broken dog you had found that night. He was home.

And he always would be.

---

A/N

This story holds a special place in my heart because it was inspired by my own dog, Buddy. When I found Buddy, he was scared, broken, and unsure if he could trust anyone. I’ll never forget the first time he wagged his tail or rested his head on my lap, it was such a small gesture, but it meant the world to me.🥹

Buddy taught me that love, patience, and a safe home can heal even the deepest wounds. Writing this was my way of honoring his journey and sharing the hope that every animal, no matter their past, deserves a second chance.

If you feel moved by this story, I encourage you to consider adopting or supporting your local animal shelters. There’s nothing more rewarding than giving an animal a fresh start and a place to call home.

With love,

Buddy🕊 & Me 🐾❤

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[the-original-skipps]

|| Relationship Headcanons || Sunday x Reader || Honkai Star Rail ||

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in celebration of sunday’s release I decided to write something for him. after waiting forever for this man he finally came home!!! oh happy day

❥ Sunday is true gentleman through and through. Courteous and virtuous are two words used to describe this man after all. He’d treat you with the upmost respect and to always put your needs above his own. Besides being your lover, he could in a way be your butler as well. If there is anything you’d need of him, all you have to do is just ask. He’d be sure to complete your request with great care.

❥ Sunday is shy to admit it but he is very fond of your touch. You could almost say he’s touched starved. He is. At first, he’d finch in surprise at your sudden touch, not used to it. However, gradually he’d learn to accept it. It’ll get to a point where if you didn’t show any physical affection toward him that day, he’d desperately crave it. Though, he is shy to ask for it. So, you’d have to look out for his signals, his body language that he’s in need of physical affection right now.

❥ Sunday is very inexperienced when it comes to the matters of the heart. So, you’d basically be his first everything. You’ll have to take the lead and show/teach him things. He’ll be reluctant and shy at first but eventually he’ll warm up the idea. Giving you gentle surprise hugs from behind, or placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

❥ Sunday, when it comes to physical affections is fond of two things. Hand holding and hugs. He also likes to place a kiss on the back of your hand as a greeting and a farewell. He’d always have a hand on your back or waist when walking together. They’re all very soft and subtle in nature.

❥ Sunday has pretty sensitive wings. That’s why he doesn’t like anything touching them. Though, you’d be the exception. Your gentle and soft brushes igniting delightful shivers down his body. Sometimes you can’t fight the impulsivity to carefully and softly “nom” them. Which has him shooting up from his seat. Leading him to lightly scold you with a blush on his face and wings fluttering. While you try and control your laughter.

❥ Sunday likes to play the piano for you. It’s been a secret hobby that he rarely had time for. However, now with you here - you’ve ignited his passion for playing again. From classical pieces to romantic ballads or even your favorite songs! He’d learn it and play it for you! If you know how to play too, he’d love to do a piano duet. If you don’t, he’d be elated to teach you. Regardless, he likes having your presence beside him when he plays.

❥ Sunday has a beautiful voice and you’re not afraid to let him know. He could be reciting the philosophies of Xipe and you’d happily listen despite the words going through one ear and out the other. That is why you like to ask him to read to you. You’re particularly fond of having him read romantic novels to you, his face glowing red at the more intimate scenes. His voice breaking and stuttering all the while you have grin on your face. Sometimes you’d catch him humming a song you made him listen to. Let’s just say the talent for vocals runs in the family.

❥ Sunday suffers from frequent nightmares. You’d know because you’ll wake up from the sensation of him clinging onto you tightly, quiet mumblings leaving his lips. You’d try to gently wake him up and when he does, you can tell from the slight shivering of his hands and unsteady voice that he’s not as okay as he wants you to believe. At moments such as these, he’d find your presence most calming. As you wrap your arms around him in a gentle hug, humming a song in hopes it’ll calm him down. When you do this it reminds of the times his sister used to comfort him when they were younger. It never fails to soothe him.

❥ Sunday has an affinity for dessert and sweet things. He likes to share them with you. Though he can finish a cake on his own, he’d be much happier to share them with you. He’ll even be delighted if you ask him to feed you or if you want to feed him. A couple of your dates can be comprised of visiting various cafe and bakeries to try out their deserts.

❥ Sunday likes going on different kinds of dates with you. His favorite being star watching. Just him, you and vast starry sky. He likes having you sit in front of him as he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head or your shoulder. He’d even point out which stars are what, explaining the origins of their name. While you’re looking towards the different stars, he secretly takes a peek at your face which fills him in awe more than the brightest star above. The skies are vast but he’s happy to be able to share the one you’re under.

“Though I am much undeserving of your kindness. I thank you for choosing to remain by my side, my love.”

[satorella]

“𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

You watched as a bead of sweat dripped down the side of 𝐒𝐚𝐞’𝐬 temple. You guys have been at this for what felt like forever.

“You think you’re so fucking cool. Don’t you, Itoshi?” You taunted, with a mischievous grin forming on your face. “Just because I’m a girl, you think you’re better than me? I made it this far in the academy, same as you. Asshole.”

“You gonna keep hogging the ball, L/n? Hurry up and pass it to someone already so we can call it a day.” Sae sighs, his usual bored expression on his face.

His nonchalance spikes your goddamn blood pressure.

You grit your teeth, “Why? So you can just steal it from whichever loser teammate of mine? Fuck you.”

“Ah great, here we go again…” You hear the other players whine in the background.

That was the last time you saw Sae Itoshi, before you got scouted by your dream team overseas.

Madrid was quiet. Too quiet without you. He realized then, that the challenge wasn’t as fun anymore… if it wasn’t with you.

He wondered how you were doing. If you were happy with your new team and friends. If you were content with how your life was going right now.

If you’ve thought about him at all…

Wait. Is that what this feeling is? He misses you? Nah, can’t be him. You guys were rivals. You guys have hated each other since the day he arrived at the academy.

Well… you did, anyway. He never actually hated you. How could he, when you were the only form of entertainment he had there? The only one who could get his heart pumping… in more ways than one.

His thumb hovered over your contact.

Would you even answer?

Fuck it. Only one way to find out. And if you didn’t answer, he’ll just say it was a buttdial. Boom.

He pressed the call button.

After a few rings, you still hadn’t answered. Damnit, he shouldn’t have done this. He was about to cut off the call, when…

“Hello?” You finally answered, groggy from sleep.

He was silent for a second. He didn’t think you’d actually answer. But fuck did he feel a bit relieved.

“It’s me.” Was all he managed to get out. Idiot.

“Um, yeah? I know?” You pulled your phone away from your ear to double check the contact name. “Did I wake you?” He mentally facepalmed himself. He totally forgot about the different timezones.

You rolled onto your back and rubbed your eyes, “Y-Yeah…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Sorry. I’ll let you go-”

“Did you need something, Sae?” You cut him off, surprisingly not wanting to end the conversation just yet.

He blinked up at the ceiling. This was the first time he’s ever heard you call him by his first name, or spoken to him in a softer tone in general…

“Sae?” You called out to him again, snapping him out of his thoughts. “How’s your new team?” He clears his throat, his usual stoic tone returning. Though it didn’t annoy you this time.

You sat up in bed, fully awake now. “Good enough for me, as I knew they would be. My dream team after all, heh.” He nodded, even though you couldn’t see it. Good, you were happy.

“What about you? How are things?” You asked, genuinely curious. “Honestly? Boring.” He sighed. “How so?” “No one challenges me anymore. Not like you.” He spoke before thinking his words through. “Oh? Don’t tell me you miss me.” You joked. “I do.” He says bluntly. Your eyes widened, “I-I was kidding!” “I wasn’t.”

“…Did something happen, or?” You could hear your heart thumping in your chest. “No. Just wanted to hear your voice.” “You really don’t hold back, huh?” You chuckled awkwardly.

How were you supposed to respond? The guy hates your guts…

Right?

“Do you miss it?” He asked. “Eh? Miss what?” “Shit talking me every day. Glaring at me every chance you get.” He elaborates. You thought for a moment.

“Well I mean, my blood pressure doesn’t spike as much now that you aren’t around.” You joked again, “But… yeah. I miss beating you at your own game and all.” “Shut up,” He clicks his tongue, “I’m being serious.”

This conversation was making you… feel things. Things you tried to deny and hide away.

“…Yeah. I do kinda sorta… miss you. Just a teeny tiny bit. But don’t let that get to your head. Asshole.” Ah, and there it was. He was starting to think you’d gone soft.

“Come see me.” He blurted. Shit.

“W-What?” You tried not to sound surprised. “It’s off-season. And you’re clearly not going anywhere or visiting your family. So come visit me instead. I’m sure the bartender at that one bar downtown would have a kick at seeing us together… not trying to kill each other for once.” The last part made you giggle.

Sae Itoshi actually managed to make you laugh. Not a menacing or angry laugh, but a cute laugh.

Maybe moving overseas did make you soft…

Or maybe missing you, made HIM soft?

When you didn’t say anything for a while, he spoke up again. “I just emailed you the plane ticket.” You blinked at nothing, “What?!” You quickly rolled out of bed, stumbled over to your desk, opened your laptop, and logged into your email.

Sure enough, there was an email from him. “S-Sae you didn’t have to pay for my- huh? Day after tomorrow?!” “It was the last and soonest flight. Perfect right?” You could tell he probably had a smug expression on his face right now. “I didn’t even say yes!” You scoffed. “True, but I knew you would have. Anyways, I’ll let you go back to bed now. See you on Friday.”

“W-Wait!” You quickly called out before he could hang up on you. “What?” “I, um…” He waited for you to continue, “…I-I hate you.”

He let out a barely there, soft chuckle.

“I hate you too, Y/n.”

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Can I request Zoro, Kid, and Law (separately) where their respective crew are going to like (whether it be for a mission or just for fun), a fancy event where they need to dress up, and the dress is like dressed up, and is so pretty, that the boys can’t resist and doesn’t stop kissing them? Idk, I thought it’d be cute and I love needy men who are so in love with their partner lol

One Piece Men Being Needy (Zoro, Kid, and Law)

Pairings: Zoro x reader, Kid x reader, Law x reader (all separate) CW: Suggestive content. A lot of implied sex. Just,,,... i fear i wrote this with nothing but sinful thoughts in mind HAHADJK WC: ~1.9k total A/N: I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO GET TO THIS BUT I AM HERE HI!! This was on my mind for much longer than i would ever admit so anon i greatly thank you for letting me write about them in this context hugs and kisses to you <3

You never expected such a simple choice in attire to stir such a reaction from Zoro. His intense gaze did not leave you the moment you stepped foot off the ship, dressed to the nines for the banquet. 

Throughout the evening, Zoro could not keep his hands off of you. Whether it was a firm grasp on your waist, pulling you close to his side, or a sly touch under the table, he seemed off tonight. And the kisses, oh, the kisses were something else. More frequent than usual, each one leaving you wanting more.

What really caught you off guard was when he pulled you onto his lap, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. 

“Zoro,” you whispered, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you felt his own lips planting kisses along your exposed neck and shoulder, “what’s gotten into you tonight?”

He smiled against your skin, his arms tightening around your waist as he murmured back, “Just couldn’t resist.”

You tilted your head to make eye contact with him, “Well, I’m not complaining,” you teased, reaching up to briefly run your hand through his hair. 

Zoro’s smile widened at your playful response, his gaze meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter just as fast as the day you first met him. “Glad to hear it,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. The two of you were lost in your own little world, focusing on the feeling of your lips against each other as the banquet faded in the background. 

But moments like these can’t last forever, and your attention was pulled to a familiar voice calling your names. You glanced over to see Nami approaching, a sly smile on her face as she caught the sight of the two of you. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Sucking each other's faces off, are we?"

You and Zoro quickly pulled apart, though the warmth of his embrace lingered on your skin. "Nami!" you exclaimed, feeling a rush of embarrassment heat up your cheeks.

Zoro just grunted in response, avoiding eye contact with Nami. If you looked closely, you could point out the smallest hint of redness creeping up onto his cheeks.

Nami chuckled at your reaction, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease you both. "It’s not like you’re really hiding it well," she said with a laugh before turning to head back to the dance floor. 

You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at Nami’s teasing, letting out a nervous laugh as she walked away. Zoro seemed amused by the whole situation, and went right back to planting kisses down your neck. His trail of kisses made their way up to your ear when he muttered into your ear, “She’s right. We are kind of making this obvious. Why don’t we cut this short and head back to the ship?” - - -

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when the door behind you swung open, pulling you out of your concentration. You shifted your attention in the mirror to see Kid standing in the doorway, dressed in a more formal attire for the night's events. 

He strolled into the room, walking up behind you snaking his arms around your waist as he admired you through the mirror. “You look gorgeous.” He commented, planting a kiss against your temple. He looked down and his eyes focused on the lipstick in your hand and a smirk played on his lips. “Is that mine?” he asked.

You hummed in response as you cleaned up one of the edges. “This looked like the perfect shade,” you pulled back from the mirror and tilted your head to admire your makeup, “and it seems like I was right.” 

Kid's smirk widened as he watched you, a playful glint in his eye. "Well, I suppose you have good taste," he teased, reaching out to take the lipstick from your hand. "But you know the rules, sweetheart. You gotta pay a price to borrow that."

Before you could protest, Kid leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. His lips were warm against yours, but just as quickly as it began, Kid pulled back, a smirk spreading across his face as you both took in the sight of your lipstick smeared at the edges.

You scolded Kid, lightly shoving his arm as you reached for your makeup remover. "You're going to make us late!" you exclaimed, though there was a hint of amusement in your voice as you dabbed at the smudged lipstick.

Kid chuckled, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving another mark in the process. "Relax, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "We've got plenty of time."

As you worked to fix your makeup, Kid's hands roamed over your waist and shoulders, his touch light and affectionate as he trailed kisses along your neck, leaving more of a mess for you to clean up. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, “you should dress like this more often. You look absolutely beautiful."

You couldn't help but enjoy the compliments he’s throwing your way along with the feeling of his large hands tracing your body, giving squeezes ever so often. "Are you trying to flatter me?" you teased, glancing at him through the mirror. 

You could feel Kid's lips curl into a playful smirk against your skin as he responded "Is it working?" he murmured, looking up to lock eyes with yours in the reflection of the mirror. "Because I have a proposition for you."

Your heart was already jumping out of your chest and yet it managed to beat just a bit faster as your curiosity heightened by his words. "Oh? And what might that be?" you asked, unable to hide the anticipation in your voice.

His hands trailed lower, fingers brushing over the curve of your hips as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "You know, we don't have to go to the event," he suggested, his voice laced with desire. "We don’t have to go out. We could stay right here. "

Excitement bubbled in your stomach at his suggestion. You placed down the items in your hand and turned around, draping your arms over his shoulders, leaning in., "And what exactly did you have in mind that we do?" you teased, your own voice lust laden.

“I have a few ideas in mind,” he murmured. With a sly grin, Kid's hands moved under your thighs, hoisting you up to sit on the counter behind you. He closed the distance between you two, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His lips moved hungrily against yours, leaving you absolutely breathless. He pulled your body against his and your hands threaded through his hair as you relished in the feelings. Yeah, you guys are not making it to that event. - - - Golden eyes fixated on you from across the room, the orbs drinking in every movement you made, every breath you took, every word you spoke as you effortlessly mingled with the other guests at the lavish gala that you had to attend for a mission. How was Law expected to focus when you looked utterly captivating? The moment you emerged from the cramped confines of the Polar Tangs’ bathroom, adorned in that breathtaking dress, he knew he was spellbound. The mission, albeit important, paled in comparison to the magnetic pull you seemed to have.

Gathering intelligence on the enemy crew’s whereabouts seemed a trivial task to Law compared to the challenge of tearing his gaze away from you. You charmed the guests around you, soft laughter spilling from your lips as you feign interest in their rather vacuous jokes. It all seemed so effortless to you. As if in a trance, Law found himself setting down his champagne glass on the nearest counter, his feet making unconscious strides drawing him in your direction. 

You stole a glance in his direction and noticed Law drawing nearer, seemingly with an urgent thought on his mind. The other guests, too, couldn’t help but notice his presence, their curiosity heightened by his sudden intrusion into your conversation.

“Excuse us for a moment,” Law simply said, his voice low, yet resolute as he grabbed your hand and led you away from the crowd. He offered a quick apology to the guests you were engaged in a conversation with, and you allowed yourself to be guided by him, confusion and anticipation filling you as you were whisked away.

He guided you with purpose, turning corner after corner until you reached a seemingly secluded area. You opened your mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape, his lips crashed against yours in an urgent kiss. His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss with such an intensity that you couldn’t even process what was going on. His lips were warm and insistent against yours, and you melted into his embrace.

Lost in the intoxicating feelings of the kiss, you forgot about the world around you, the mission being pushed in the depths of your mind as you are consumed by the sensation of Laws’s lips against yours. But just as quickly as it began, Law reluctantly pulled back, your ragged breaths mingling with each other as he gazed deeply into your eyes. “I just couldn’t resist,” he confessed, his voice filled with need, each word charged with an undeniable desire. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.” 

“Law,” you began, your words breathy as you recovered from the previous kiss, “the mission, we need to get back to- mph!” He silenced you with another kiss. The way his lips moved against yours threatened to consume you entirely before you lightly pushed on his chest to separate the two of you. 

“Don’t worry about the mission.” he muttered, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before continuing, “I’ve got the information we need.” His words were accompanied by the rapid thumping of his heart against your palm, mirroring the frantic beat of your own. “You look just so,” he started planting wet kisses down your neck as his hands danced down the sides of your body, pulling a small gasp from you as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. As his lips made their way back up to your ear, he finished his thought, “enchanting. You just look utterly enchanting, and I would like to  take advantage of this.” You could practically hear the smirk in his words while he guided you backwards until your back made contact with the wall behind you. Law was certainly going to make it clear that nothing else mattered in that moment except the two of you.

[vigilskeep]

hey harker! very much enjoying the lucanis/illario/general crow posting, and im gonna encourage more: now that you’ve had some time to sit with the game i was really curious to hear more about your opinion on lucanis becoming first talon. i can’t help but feel like it’s completely glossed over that lucanis is definitely going to get chewed up by this job in most save states. i have mixed feelings about it personally - but setting those aside because i’m asking about yours.

i TRULY cannot express this enough: that villa is a tomb and if we do not get him out of there we are burying him in it

lucanis does not want this job. he has straight up canonically always avoided thinking about this by assuming he would die before it becomes something he has to deal with. he reacts with paralysed disbelief to being given it and seems to have barely registered it for the rest of the game. and even if he did want it, lucanis is not capable of this job. none of his skillsets are managing people, or making ruthless calls, or watching out for himself. the only driving force behind him being pushed into this is caterina, who will not be around to do the admin and protect him from external threats forever. and she only wants him to do it in the first place because she had a good heir—his mother—and has needed to project that dead daughter onto lucanis for his whole life, to believe she hasn’t already gambled and irrevocably lost her family’s future decades ago. but lucanis’ incapacity to ever say no to her, which is what lets him stay that eternal teacher’s pet, is one of the most obvious shining examples why he would be so bad for the job!

it would be an uphill battle for anyone to recover control of an assassin house that until last week was being run by your cousin who tried to kill you. it would be an uphill battle for anyone to lead the crows in the aftermath of the antaam occupation. it would be an uphill battle for anyone to cope with the fact that relying on viago and teia—which lucanis with his resources and skills has no choice but to do here, even if he didn’t simply like them and make choices based on liking people because he is not a strategist—presents them as an alliance that any other ambitious talon must cut down to get anywhere. three out of eight of the talons is such a ludicrously dangerous number. it does not take an overwhelmingly brilliant mind to notice that there’s more of us than there are of them

the best man for the job would still be fighting for their life, and lucanis is far from the best man. caterina was! and she still lost five children and six grandchildren holding it! that’s so many! have you guys ever seen that one post about people who kept getting a new outdoor cat every time the last one got eaten by cougars and it was pointed out they were basically just feeding cats to the cougars. that’s what caterina dellamorte was doing having kids

the points in lucanis’ favour off the top of my head are the weight of the dellamorte name and reputation, that his victory over illario was decisive and public, and simply the fear factor that he is a god slayer and, lest we forget, a fucking abomination. is that enough to keep him alive? for how long? under what level of constant anxiety and moral degradation for his very soft over-caffeinated heart? all for the questionable gain of several large and empty villas and the privilege of dragging out the slow and lingering death of a family that, you guessed it, you love it, it’s the thedas favourite: has no! next! generation! heirs! at all!!!

(unless illario has a bunch of kids somewhere. i think that would be objectively pretty funny, a sentence i managed to type most of before feeling ill. oh god we need to get them out.)

i apologise that my tone here is somewhat hysterical but i have been living in the mind of my rook, a character very aware of the realities of crow politics who loves lucanis very much. it does not surprise me that lucanis was once again incapable of even conceptualising saying no to his grandmother and accepted the title, or that the idea of abandoning her legacy and his family would seem insurmountable to him when he has been raised to believe it’s all he’s for and he is the last one shouldering the weight. but i am saying this with total and absolute confidence: this is another prison and he is going to die in there if nobody gets him out.