#and how deeply they know and trust and love each other

[thatnonameuser]

Sebek vignette anon here again! Hope that you’re doing well!

I randomly had a thought that MC might underestimate Sebek as a Yandere interested in her because, despite how intimidating he can be, the fact he’s so passionate about this “Malleus Draconia” person makes her think he could just be Yandere for Malleus.

Sebek ticks all the boxes off: obsessed with someone to the point of constantly following/guarding, gushing about this person so much to the point of crying/delight when he can give a presentation/lecture at the end of his vignette, and of course the mention of keeping a portrait of Malleus in his room cinches it for her.

So MC doesn’t initially mind Sebek being around her, thinking he’s a “safer” option to be friendly with. Chatting in the halls between class, indulging him when he rambles about his liege, offering a kind smile and a nod.

Oblivious to the fact his conversations drift away at times from Malleus, questioning about her taste in literature and the like (cause that’s what friends do, she tells herself while trying to ignore his intense state), how often they start running into each other in the hallways, his flushed face she assumes is from his training regimes.

All until the day of the first awkward fae courting attempt that makes her realize the warnings about smiling at a crocodile were to prevent prey from being locked in their jaws, as her hands are tightly clasped in his own as he confesses his interest.

- 🐊

Well, Croco-anon, Sebek Zigvolt is many things, super passionate with anything and everything Waka-Sama is one of them.  Being fooled because of that isn’t impossible. 

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Sebek is so obsessed with all things Malleus, that an incorrect assumption of him not focusing on you and perception of safety around him couldn’t have been your fault. With how much he thinks, talks (yells) and makes decisions for his life because of Malleus, you could be forgiven for the assumption you made. In your eyes, Sebek meets all the criteria, so why not try to befriend him? He’s probably the most safe option, already having someone he’s so deeply obsessed with. 

So having Sebek around isn’t that bad…. At first.

Sure, hearing his speeches of Malleus’ greatness for the umpteenth time can get a little annoying…. But chatting up him between classes and during break times isn’t that bad, sometimes it’s more enjoyable than you realize and it’s a relief to not be stressed out of your mind when talking with someone. But you don’t even know what you’re doing to him. 

Sebek’s internalized racism buys you time before he’s realized that he’s started to fall for you. With him being a tsundere in complete denial at first,  he sees you as an irritating human that seems to cling to him but he’ll indulge you because of your clear respect for Malleus. He may not trust you fully first, up until your intervention in the stampede in Book 2. Post that, he trusts you enough to treat you as a sort-of acquaintance/friend but that’s when something starts to worm it’s way into his heart. 

Eventually conversations about the excellence and accomplishments of the Draconia heir turn into conversations about the literature, friendly chats on day to day happenings et cetera. The once loud and clear speech is occasionally interrupted with stammers and stutters, and his cheeks flush pink at the sight of you smiling or laughing. Be glad for your sake, he’ll smother this newfound ‘crush’ by saying you’re nothing more than a simple human trying to worm your way into the spot saved for his one true darling. In a way, his denial is a gift.

But the gift his internalized racism gives you is also a curse. Out of the belief that his darling couldn’t be a human, he fights to smother his ‘misplaced’ love for you, not wanting to sully his future darling’s image with her. So what does he do? He pens an angry, but very heartfelt, letter. It’s a confession of his love to you, hidden in angry words as he can finally clear his mind of all those infectious thoughts. Every single time he’s struck with one. 

Eventually, he’ll end up with a desk drawer or two stuffed to the brim with letters written to you, all written in a hateful love (he can’t bring himself to get rid of them, they mean too much to him for some reason) none of which signed. Would be a shame for a certain nosy bat fae on a matchmaking mission to find one Sebek forgot to put away and mailed it. (Secret admirers are so romantic, don't you agree?)

Soon, both will come to realise that he’s woefully in love. It’s just a matter of time till they do.

[hexenfer]

It's long (my bad) - An analysis on the break-up scene

In the break-up scene, Wu Suo Wei and Chi Cheng had two different purposes/certainties and that's why they failed to really communicate their feelings.

From this scene, we can already understand what he feels, that is defeated, caught and exposed. He's convinced that the reason why he got closer to Chi Cheng is the final nail in the coffin for their relationship. On the one hand, it makes sense. He knows that Chi Cheng isn't a forgiving person, especially for things he cares about, so why would this situation be different? Why would Chi Cheng forgive him, when he betrayed his trust so deeply?

What he didn't take into account is how much Chi Cheng loves him and how much he changed for Wu Suo Wei. Chi Cheng is there to confront Wu Suo Wei, of course. However, he does that not because he wants to break up, rather because he needs some answers, some reassurances.

As soon as he enters his room, all he sees are photos, cigarette butts and his diary all scattered on the floor. Of course, Chi Cheng is angry when he discovers Wu Suo Wei's secret, I mean who wouldn't? But he is also anxious and starts smoking compulsively. He knows that this relationship could end, if he doesn't try to stop it.

At first, they don't look at each other when they start talking. Wu Suo Wei doesn't want to see the betrayal, the anger, the disappointment, and the sadness Chi Cheng must be feeling, Chi Cheng can't bear to see the indifference in Wu Suo Wei's eyes, if everything he discovered turns out to be true.

Even when Chi Cheng asks for some kind of explanation, Wu Suo Wei doesn't give it, not at first at least. This is a big flaw of his. He tends to keep everything to himself. I mean, sure, he acts differently if he is displeased or angry about something, but he never, or rarely, tells Chi Cheng how he really feels or what he has done/seen. Instead of facing the problem head on, he tries to use indirect ways, which in most cases are ineffective. Even when Chi Cheng accuses him of being in contact with Yue Yue, he doesn't deny it. Rather he opts for a "think whatever you want", which doesn't help solving the miscommunication and it reinforces Wu Suo Wei's purpose: break up, because he's sure that Chi Cheng is simply prolonging the inevitable, torturing him.

But Chi Cheng doesn't want to be left alone with his thoughts, he wants to be reassured. He's willing to forgive Wu Suo Wei and his reason to get close to Chi Cheng, if it means to go back to how things were. Wu Suo Wei isn't on the same page, though. He shuts everything down, he destroys all Chi Cheng's certainties with one word "No".

I believe that this answer stemmed more out of guilt, than anything else. Of course, Wu Suo Wei loves Chi Cheng, and even if in his words there is some truth, Yue Yue (as a possible partner) was long forgotten way before they got together. But what Wu Suo Wei doesn't realize is how deep these words cut.

Wu Suo Wei is so blinded by his jealousy and his sense of defeat that he can't think straight and Chi Cheng knows it that's why he gives in. Wang Shuo's words have changed Wu Suo Wei's perception of Chi Cheng and his relationship with him, that he can't understand how much Chi Cheng has actually changed, how much he is holding back.

When Chi Cheng realizes it's impossible to change Wu Suo Wei's mind, he gives in and play the role of the guy who is still in love with "the one who got away". He starts pretending to be happy of the whole ordeal, to even mockingly thank Wu Suo Wei.

Now Wu Suo Wei has finally the piece of evidence he was looking for, but was hoping to never find. Undoubtedly, there were precedents, but I feel Wu Suo Wei could have tried to face this discussion from a wider perspective. Yet, when emotions are involved, it's impossible to do so.

[tribalauthor]

Facetime (roman × sophia one-shot)

Summary: Roman and Sophia are many miles apart and miss each other very deeply, so they have no other option but to facetime.

Disclaimer: if you want to dive deeper in their story of how they got together, you can check my fic The WiseWoman and you can also check the other oneshots of them in my masterlist

No warnings, it's all cutesy (but still dirty talks)

word count: 854

One thing Roman and Sophia didn't get used to is being away from each other.

Right now, Roman is in Australia to shoot his upcoming movie while Sophia is in the US doing her work in WWE. It's been almost two weeks and they feel going crazy from the absence of each other.

Today, Sophia was at a baby shower of her best friend, Cleo. She had a baby boy and gathered her closest friends and family members.

"You are next." Cleo told Sophia while she was holding her son, Benjamin.

"What? No." Soph opposed. "Me and Roman haven't really discussed it."

"He is 40, the clock is ticking." Tina added. She also had a baby last year but hers is a girl.

The girls laughed out loud.

Sophia is at Joe's house, now that she calls home. Yes, they started living together full-time and it's going better than she even imagined.

After she had a shower, did her skincare and bodycare, she headed to the king sized bed. Then something came up in her mind.

She roamed through her wardrobe and found a very sexy, beige silky pajama set with lace at the ends.

Soph had a plan to stress her boyfriend out for a bit. It's morning in Australia and he must be up for a photoshoot.

When Sophia doesn't have a schedule in WWE - she calls Joe at 6-7 pm which is 8-9am in Sydney.

The blonde woman ran to the bathroom mirror and took a photo of her in the not so cute pajamas then immediately sent it to Roman.

No text.

No emojis.

Just the photo.

After less than two minutes, she had an incoming face time call. She picked up after she laid on the bed.

"You are playing a very, very dangerous game, miss Heyman." while he sounded like he is kidding, there was a dose of seriousness in his voice.

Sophia giggled.

"I just wanted to give you a motivation for the day." she innocently defended herself.

"Motivation to fire up the jet and come back to New York, yeah." she laughed out loud.

"How are you?"

"Not good. I need you right here next to me or over me...or under me...or in front of me...or on my face."

"Joseph." Sophia wanted to scold him but she ended up cackling because he is just too funny.

"Look, I don't know how you are coping but for me, it's very bad. Very bad." he shook his head and pouted his lips.

"Don't you have hot female co-stars?"

"Get the hell outta here." he said slowly and she laughed again. Sophia really loves Joe and he loves her.

He is the person who makes her laugh the most.

"I live for that smile and laugh, you know that?" he asked and Soph tried to keep her cool. "And for those pretty tits that want to be free so bad from this top and touched by my hands." Roman shoved his face to the camera so he could have a closer look at Soph's boobs.

"You always gotta ruin everything, oh my God." she rolled her eyes.

"Now don't act like you didn't do everything on purpose. You love playing with me."

"Yes, I did everything on purpose. Cause I usually sleep naked when you are gone." Sophia lied just to prove Roman's earlier statement.

"What? How dare you?" he squinted his eyes to her and shook his head. "I guess you really hate me."

"Stop. You know that's not true." she rolled her eyes. "You are my favorite man."

"Of course I am. I am such a nice guy." he tried to be cute but Sophia laughed out loud again.

"Whatever helps you to sleep at night. By the way, I was at Benjamin's baby shower."

"Oh my God, the cute little guy." Joe beamed. He saw the baby when it was born.

"And my friends are so sure that I am next in line." she shook her head.

"Next in line for what?" he was confused.

"Giving birth."

"They may be right cause the second I come back, babygirl, trust me, I am gonna compensate for all the missed days with you." the tribal chief threatened his girlfriend with a good time. Sophia bit her lower lip.

"How many kids do you want?" she asked him out of nowhere and he started thinking.

"Everything depends on you but like if you ask me for a specific number, probably 4 or 5."

"Pardon?" Sophia almost choked on her saliva.

"That's solely a personal preference. You are the boss here. The tribal chief. You decide when and how many kids you wanna give birth to. I am here to fulFILL you- your wishes." Sophia rolled her eyes once again.

"You are such a considerate asshole, I hate you for that." she yelled at him.

"But you love me, too." he smiled sweetly.

"True." the woman agreed. "When you come back, I'm gonna throw a big party".

"I need a party with just the two of us. In my house."

"Deal." Soph smirked.

[daughterofsarenrae]

The Characters are pieces of lettuce and my brain is a salad spinner

[dxxtruction]

Louis does see Armand for all his flaws, and yet still chooses him, and loves him, but when he sees them for what they really were, and really entailed, he no longer can. Oh, gradations of evil. Louis had in ways bought into it.

[mars-ipan]

tbh i think the number one most important thing about jealousy in a relationship is trust. i think you can be as jealous as you want so long as you have trust in the fact that your partner would not lie to you and is devoted enough to you to remain faithful to you. jealous people only attack the people they see as “threats” to their relationship because at the end of the day they don’t trust their partner to stick with them. that could stem from a personal insecurity or having been burned before but at the end of the day the issue is not the third party but instead their own lack of faith in their partner

[avatar-aaang]

who else is up thinking about the characters and their relationship to one another and how important it is narratively and also just in general. and also being really normal about it all

[dividedskylane]

the saddest thing that can happen to me when i'm reading a book is when it turns out to be not good, but with enough moments of brilliance scattered through that i keep reading it — and don't even feel like dismissing it as just plain bad would be fair. sigh

[kurokawaia]

FILLED 彡 Bakugou Katsuki

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: timeskip bakugou, x fem reader, piv, penetrative sex, creampie, major breeding, breeding with the intent to get you pregnant, mating press, missionary, prone bone, over stimulation, pet names 'my love, pretty, baby, love, darling?', mentions of reader being a house wife, reader wanting to be a house wife + more . total wc :: 1.9k+

m.list | mha m.list |

Bakugou is seen as a hot head, paparazzi never fail to ask him if he acts this way with you and his answer will forever and always be, 'no, she's my wife. not you, extra's.' He would never think about hurting you in any way or form possible as long as the two of you are together, and even if you were to see your separate ways, he would never think if hurting you still. 

However, one thing was certain, Bakugou thinks daily about how you would look pregnant, struggling to walk further into the pregnancy, asking for his help constantly. Taking care of you is all he wants to do, it is something he craves deeply, so deeply it's getting annoying. The thought is prying in his mind so much that he gets agitated, to the point where he can't think straight. 

Katsuki is more than amazing towards you, he's cooks bomb food, his aftercare is absolutely beautiful, and he cares for you so much, you're beautiful husband. But this isn't about you, this is about him. Bakugou cums to the thought of you being filled with his seed, your belly swelling with his child. This leads you to stay at home and be his pretty little housewife, catering to his children. He knows you're a hero, a strong one but even you've said, he remembers it clear as day when you uttered the words, 'this hero stuff, I don't think I can do it anymore Kats', I wanna stay at home.'

So, this is where sex leads to again.

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Bakugou's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Bakugou's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"'Kats'," you mewl out through sobs. "Please, wait, it's too much." Even though you were pleading for him to slow down, you couldn't help but relish in how overstimulated he was making you feel, it felt so good you never wanted it to end. 

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body is getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt. Bakugou's lowers down to your trembling body, peppering soft and gentle kisses all over your face. 

"You're doing so good for me," he hums agasint your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent along with his caramel glycerin sweat. "You can take a little more from me, my love, please?" he begs.

"Feels so full though, Kats'. I don't think I can take another one," you hiccup, but you can, you need it so much, you crave it so badly. 

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own, and you both moan into each other's mouths. You let out a wince when Bakugou helped you lower your legs down from the sides of your head, allowing your legs to wrap tightly around his hips, his thick and still erect length still in your cunt.

Bakugou drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done. But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Love, please, for me," Bakugou whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Need to fill you so bad, fill you more."

"Fuck," you breathily sigh, suddenly all your stamina has been revived, you beg, "Please. Promise, I can take it."

"Thank you," he replies, smirking agasint your lips, aching to be closer to you. 

Bakugou slips out of your walls and gently flips your body onto its stomach, and your eyes were wide with surprise, not expecting a sudden change of position once again. You could feel him lift your hips and place a soft and fluffy pillow under your lower abdomen before letting your body rest fully down on it.

You then felt Bakugou's mass press down against your back, and you let out a soft huff at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. He was about to go insane, you looked, no, are so small compared to him and it makes him go feral. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make you feel so good," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action. Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it," Bakugou groans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "There you go, pretty girl. Taking me so damn well."

You sigh in pleasure at the praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped, you savoured his words, loving how he praised you, taking his length. But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Bakugou's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Bakugou rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Bakugou's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Bakugou was breathily sighing in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Bakugou was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in your cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, your body shaking with pleasure.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Bakugo's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. 

He smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, pretty, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. 

Your body trembled beneath him, and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip, but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Bakugou hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Bakugou groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with vermilion iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Bakgou groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Bakugou adds. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred your insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon, pretty," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow, causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Bakugou helped it, his hips continuing to rut into yours, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against yours once again as his hips slammed into yours, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your man inside you.

Bakugou slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. he pushes his fingers in and you immediately lean forward but that doesn't make his fingers leave, he only pushes them deeper in response.

"Katsuki!" you moan out. "Give me a sec, babe."

"Sorry, pretty," he apologised, placing kisses to your shoulder, his voice a soft grumble. "Let me just keep my fingers here for a while, have to make sure I've done my job right."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[0scarp1astr1]

࣭ ˖ 𐔌 𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 ࿐ . ۫

જ⁀➴ Desc: || Kimi and you always had a crush on each other, your father, Toto Wolff knew this. After a world of heartache and a break up, Kimi is there to mend it with the support of your father. ||

ᯓ★ Kimi Antonelli x Fem! (Wolff) Reader

ᯓ★ 2x Genre: Angst, Fluff

ᯓ★ Warning: None, really, just an angry Kimi that punches your ex

ᯓ★ Requested? No

Author Note: Thank you guys so much for showing support towards my other post. It means a lot, and I see all the support you've been giving me. Here is some Kimi. I will be working on requests as soon as I upload my original works to my draft. I do apologize if this isn't the best work of mine!!!

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Toto had always been a devoted father—the kind of man who, the moment he held you for the first time, knew without question that he'd move heaven and earth just to see you smile. From that instant on, his purpose was clear: give you a life full of wonder, safety, and choice. And for a long time, that meant spoiling you just a little—okay, a lot—because nothing made him prouder than giving you a life most kids could only dream of.

But as you grew, watching you change from the little girl who clung to his leg into a young woman carving out her own place in the world… well, that was the hardest challenge he'd ever faced. Not even Formula 1 came close. If he could, he would’ve frozen time—kept you small, safe, protected in the bubble he built. But your mother, Susie, had always been the wiser one in those moments. She’d tell him gently, "Let her live, Toto. She knows what she’s doing."

And he trusted you. Deeply. He always had. Even when every part of his protective instincts begged him to hover, to step in, to control—he held back, because Susie was right. You had a good head on your shoulders. You knew what you wanted, what you didn’t. He just had to believe in that.

Still… that belief wavered the day he met your boyfriend.

From the first handshake, Toto had to grit his teeth. There was something off—something smug, careless, cold. He tried to give the benefit of the doubt at first, tried to play civil. But dinner that night had been a disaster. The boy barely looked you in the eye, spoke with that detached tone that set off every alarm in a father’s soul. He interrupted you, ignored your opinions, tossed out passive comments that stung with disrespect.

And when Toto confronted Susie afterward, trying to reason out his frustration, the only thing he could mutter was, “He treats her like one of the guys. He doesn’t see her. Not really.”

You tried to brush it off. You always did. Maybe, deep down, you figured your dad wouldn’t approve of anyone. He had never made your love life easy. It wasn’t that he wanted to sabotage it—he just had impossibly high standards. He wanted someone who saw you the way he saw you: as someone rare, worthy, and deeply loved.

Then came the day he brought you with him to work.

And everything quietly began to change.

That was the day you met Kimi Antonelli—young, respectful, focused, and, unlike your boyfriend, someone who actually listened when you spoke. Toto watched the first interaction from across the paddock. It was subtle. A handshake. A smile. But there was something in Kimi’s posture—something in the way he looked at you—that caught Toto off guard.

It wasn’t long before you and Kimi started spending more time together. He wasn’t flashy or overly forward, but he showed up—every time. And every time you laughed around him, something settled in Toto’s chest. Even Susie noticed. You were lighter when Kimi was around, more yourself.

And though Toto never said it out loud, he was rooting for him.

He’d seen the signs: the way Kimi’s ears turned pink when you said his name, the way he nervously played with his hoodie strings whenever you walked into a room. The way he leaned in when you talked, fully tuned in like there was no one else in the world. Toto recognized the feeling—because it was how he used to look at Susie when they were young.

Usually, that would’ve been Toto’s cue to intervene, to draw boundaries, to be the protective dad. But with Kimi? He felt none of that need. Kimi wasn’t just respectful—he adored you. And Toto approved. Quietly, but wholeheartedly.

Just earlier that day, Toto had watched Kimi’s face drop when you casually mentioned your boyfriend was coming to pick you up. That flicker of hurt was brief, quickly buried—but Toto saw it. And though he knew it was probably wrong, he couldn’t help but wish the boyfriend would disappear altogether.

Still, Kimi had been kind. Encouraging. He smiled and told you to have fun, even though Toto could tell it cost him something to say it.

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Toto leaned against the kitchen counter, one hand cradling a half-empty mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. His eyes weren’t on the cup, though—they were fixed on the clock hanging above the stove. Each tick felt louder than the last, like a slow, steady drumbeat to his anxiety. 10:15 PM. Fifteen minutes past the curfew he had set. Not a hard rule, not a command—but a boundary. A sign of care. Respect. And you weren’t home.

He shifted his weight, arms folding across his chest as he exhaled sharply through his nose. His mind spun. You were eighteen. Legally an adult, yes. But to him, you were still his daughter. Still, the baby he carried on his shoulders through airports. Still, the teenager who came to him crying the first time school made the world feel too big. You were his, and even if he knew he couldn’t protect you forever… he couldn’t help the fear that always crept in when you were late.

Especially tonight.

Because he knew who you were with. And if there was one thing that tightened every muscle in his chest, it was him—the boyfriend who never seemed to look Toto in the eye. The one who was all charm and zero substance. The one who never bothered to say thank you, who treated curfews like suggestions and your boundaries like inconveniences. From the start, Toto had sensed something off. A chill beneath the surface. But for your sake, he bit his tongue. He didn’t want to be the overbearing father who pushed you away by pushing too hard.

Still, it gnawed at him.

Footsteps approached from behind—soft, steady, familiar. Susie wrapped her arms loosely around him from behind, resting her chin gently against his shoulder. “She’ll be home, love,” she murmured with that even voice of hers that always grounded him. “We didn’t raise her to break all the rules.”

Toto sighed, his jaw tightening. “It’s not about the rules. It’s about respect. Time. Safety. That boy doesn’t care about any of it. I told him when he picked her up—I made it very clear. And yet…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. The clock answered for him.

Susie stepped back, hands trailing down his arms as she gave him a soft look. “She has your fire and my good sense. Let her make this choice, Toto. You have to let her learn.”

He gave her a tight nod, but it didn’t soothe the worry burning under his skin. She left to check on Jack—no doubt to rescue the living room from a whirlwind of superhero toys and the soundtrack of laser sound effects—but Toto stayed rooted in place, his gaze flicking between the clock and the front door as if staring hard enough would make you walk through it.

By 10:32, he had started pacing. By 10:36, he was rubbing the back of his neck, trying to slow the gallop of his heartbeat. By 10:39, he'd nearly picked up his phone—just to check in, just to see—when he heard it.

The soft click of the front door opening.

His heart leapt, but the relief that flooded him turned quickly into alarm when he saw you standing there.

You were back. But you were broken.

Your face was pale, your eyes red-rimmed and glossy with tears that had dried only to be replaced by fresh ones. Your lip trembled, and Toto's chest clenched so tightly it stole the breath from him. All the lectures he’d rehearsed—You’re late, He doesn’t respect you, I told you so—they vanished. Gone. There was no room for them when his daughter was standing in the doorway, looking like the world had just collapsed at her feet.

He didn’t ask. Didn’t speak.

He just opened his arms.

You crossed the room without hesitation, like a wave crashing toward the only shore that ever made you feel safe, and the moment you hit his chest, you let go. Sobs broke from you like thunder—loud, sudden, raw. And Toto held you like he had when you were five years old and scraped your knee, like he had when nightmares used to steal your sleep. His arms wrapped around you with that quiet strength only a father has, one hand gently cradling the back of your head.

"He broke up with me," you choked through tears.

Toto went still. He didn’t need to hear the details. Didn’t want them. His fury flared like a match in his chest—hot and instant—but he didn’t let it reach his face. You didn’t need anger. Not yet. Not now. Right now, you needed to fall apart in the arms of someone who loves you without condition or judgment.

So he pushed down the rage. The urge to call the boy. To drive across town. To remind him exactly who he had just hurt.

Instead, Toto held you closer.

After what felt like hours in your father’s arms—though in truth, it had only been minutes—you finally felt your body begin to release the tension it had been holding so tightly. The sobs faded into quiet sniffles, and the storm that had burst so violently inside you now softened to a low, steady ache. You pulled back just enough to look up at Toto, his steady hands still on your shoulders, his eyes full of unspoken love.

“I’m gonna head back to my room,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying.

Toto gave the faintest nod, brushing a thumb gently across your tear-streaked cheek. “Alright, liebling. I’m here if you need me.”

You nodded, but you didn’t speak again. You turned and climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last, the echo of your footsteps swallowed by the quiet of the house. When you finally shut the door behind you, your room felt darker than usual—like the grief had followed you in and taken a seat.

You collapsed onto your bed without even changing out of your clothes, the softness of your pillow doing nothing to ease the tight ache in your chest. Your hands trembled as you reached for your phone, still damp with your tears. There were texts—two from your mom, one being a photo from Jack that was sent from her phone, just a photo of a LEGO tower, and one—unsurprisingly—from your now ex-boyfriend.

You didn’t open it.

Your thumb hovered for a second, then moved to the one name that always brought a flicker of comfort. Kimi Antonelli.

You didn’t think. You just hit Call.

The phone barely rang once.

“Hey! Y/N, I was just—” Kimi’s voice lit up at the sound of your name, his energy clearly bright, distracted by something in the background—voices, laughter, maybe music—but then, in a heartbeat, it changed. “Wait... are you crying?”

You didn’t even realize you had started again until your voice cracked. “He broke up with me,” you managed, and your breath hitched painfully. The words felt raw, too sharp in your throat.

There was silence for a second. Not hesitation—just stillness. Kimi’s voice came back low, firm. “Okay. I’m coming over.”

“No, it’s—” But the line had already gone quiet.

Somewhere across town, Kimi Antonelli was standing up from a half-eaten dinner, pulling on his jacket while his friends called after him in confusion. He gave a distracted wave over his shoulder. “She needs me.”

“Who?” one of them asked, brows raised.

But Kimi didn’t answer. He was already out the door.

His footsteps were quick as he crossed the parking lot to his car, the cool night air biting at his skin. He barely noticed. His mind wasn’t on the racetrack, or the media, or even the rare night off he’d been looking forward to—it was on you. On the sound of your voice, cracking with pain. On the ache he imagined behind your silence.

Kimi had never heard you cry like that before. And God, he hated it. Hated knowing someone had made you feel that small. That disposable. That unseen.

He gripped the steering wheel harder than necessary, jaw clenched as he drove through the city streets toward your house. This wasn’t how he had imagined it—finally showing up for you, finally being the one you reached out to. He didn’t want it to be under these circumstances.

But he also didn’t care.

Because if you needed him, he’d be there.

Not for some big moment. Not to say something clever. Not to fix everything. Just to be—to hold space, to remind you that not everyone leaves, that not everyone breaks you and walks away. Some people stay. Quietly, without expectation, with nothing but steady presence and a heart full of care.

And his? Was entirely yours.

As he turned onto your street, headlights sweeping across familiar hedges and fences, he slowed the car in front of your house. Lights were still on in the kitchen. He could see the faint silhouette of Toto passing by the window. He hesitated only briefly before grabbing his hoodie off the passenger seat and stepping out into the night.

He walked up the driveway, nerves bubbling somewhere deep in his chest—not because of you, but because he knew your father was still awake. And Toto Wolff wasn’t exactly the type of man a boy arrived in front of, unannounced, after 11 PM.

But this wasn’t about pride. It wasn’t about nerves.

It was about you.

And that was enough to steady his hand as he rang the bell.

Toto glanced up from his seat at the kitchen table, where he’d been nursing a second, untouched cup of coffee. His brow furrowed. At this hour, unannounced visitors were rare. He stood slowly, his height casting a long shadow across the hallway as he approached the door. Through the frosted glass, he could see a figure—tall, lean, shifting his weight anxiously.

When he opened the door, the porch light fell across Kimi Antonelli’s face.

He looked… nervous. Not afraid, exactly, but purposeful. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes meeting Toto’s without flinching.

Toto didn’t speak at first. He simply raised an eyebrow.

Kimi cleared his throat. “Hi, Mr. Wolff. I—I know it’s late. I wouldn’t normally just show up like this, but Y/N called me and…” He paused. “She sounded really upset.”

There was something in Kimi’s voice—earnest, raw, respectful—that eased the tension just slightly from Toto’s shoulders. Still, the father in him remained protective. Measured. Guarded.

“She is,” Toto said evenly. “It’s been a rough night.”

Kimi nodded once, shifting his weight again, but he didn’t ask to come in. He didn’t push. “I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t alone. If she wants me to leave, I will. But I promised I’d show up if she ever needed me.”

Toto studied him.

He saw the signs again—the open posture, the sincerity, the quiet strength of a boy who didn’t come with rehearsed charm or performative pity. Just presence. Toto felt something in his chest relent, just a little.

“You’re not like him,” Toto said quietly.

Kimi’s brows drew in, unsure if it was a challenge or a statement.

Toto held his gaze. “And for what it’s worth… that’s a good thing.”

Then he stepped aside.

“You know the way.”

Kimi blinked, surprised for a split second by the gesture. “Thank you,” he murmured, slipping off his shoes before making his way upstairs with soft, deliberate steps.

Your room was dark, save for the faint glow of your bedside lamp. You lay curled under your blanket, hoodie on, face still blotchy from crying but eyes dry now—empty in a way that was almost worse.

You didn’t expect the knock. It was soft, a gentle triple tap that made your heart skip.

You sat up. “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and there he was—Kimi, still in his hoodie and jeans, his hair slightly messy from running a hand through it too many times. His eyes found yours immediately, and whatever breath you had left in your lungs caught.

“Kimi…”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just closed the door quietly behind him and crossed the room in a few strides, lowering himself to the edge of your bed like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“Hey,” he said softly, voice warm and steady. “I’m here.”

That simple phrase unraveled something inside you all over again.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” you admitted, voice cracking.

Kimi smiled, a little sad, a little tender. “You called the right person.”

You looked down, ashamed. “I feel stupid. Like I should’ve seen it coming. He was never—he never really…” You trailed off, your throat closing again.

Kimi leaned in just slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to explain it to me. Not tonight. You don’t owe anyone that—not even yourself.”

Your chin trembled, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out for him—fingers brushing his sleeve like an anchor. He took your hand gently, threading his fingers through yours without hesitation.

“I just… I feel so used,” you whispered, eyes stinging. “Like I was never enough. Or maybe too much. I don’t know anymore.”

Kimi’s grip tightened slightly, reassuring. “No. No, don’t do that.” His voice wasn’t angry, but it was fierce. Protective. “You were always more than enough. He was just too small to see it.”

That broke you.

You let out a shaky breath, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. And he shifted instantly, wrapping one arm around you, pulling you gently into his chest. His hoodie smelled faintly like clean linen and his cologne, and his heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek.

He didn’t move. Didn’t fidget. He just held you—with patience, with silence, with that kind of safety only someone who really sees you can offer.

You closed your eyes.

Kimi spoke again after a moment, voice barely above the hush of your breath.

“I’ve watched you try so hard to be seen by someone who never deserved you,” he said. “I wanted to say something a hundred times, but it wasn’t my place. I just… I hoped you’d see it on your own. And you did. Even if it hurts.”

“It hurts so much,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said, his thumb brushing softly across the back of your hand. “But it won’t forever.”

You let the silence fall again, but this time it wasn’t hollow. It was warm. Healing.

Kimi stayed.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The silence in your room had grown softer. No longer heavy or thick, but something else—like quiet after a storm. The ache in your chest was still there, raw and pulsing, but it had settled into something manageable. Something you could breathe through.

Kimi hadn’t moved much. He still sat beside you on the bed, legs stretched out, back against your headboard now. You were curled under the blanket beside him, wrapped in one of his hoodies now—he’d taken it off the moment you demanded it, discarding yours to the floor with no care.

He glanced over at you, catching the way your eyes had dulled again.

“You’re thinking about him,” he said gently—not accusatory, just perceptive.

You gave a tired little nod. “Yeah. It’s stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid,” Kimi said instantly. “It’s grief. That’s real.”

You smiled, humorless. “I don’t even know what I’m grieving. He barely treated me like I mattered half the time. I guess I just thought… if I tried harder, he’d see me.”

Kimi was quiet for a beat. Then: “You know what that sounds like?”

You tilted your head. “What?”

He turned toward you slightly, eyes twinkling. “The plot of every bad teen drama ever made.”

You snorted. “Wow, thank you. That really helps.”

“I’m serious!” he grinned now, leaning into the moment. “You’ve got the tragic breakup arc, the mascara running down your face—sorry, you wiped it off, but I saw it earlier. You’re in oversized clothing that doesn’t belong to you—mine, by the way—next thing you know, there’s gonna be a moody montage of you staring out a rainy window while sad indie music plays.”

You laughed, really laughed—sudden and unexpected. It cracked something open.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, burying your face in the hoodie sleeve. “You’re the worst.”

“I prefer ‘underrated comedic genius,’ but I’ll take what I can get.”

You looked at him then, really looked—at the way his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, at the softness in his expression that didn’t ask anything of you, only gave. He wasn’t here to fix you. He was here to sit with you in it, in the mess, in the sadness—and somehow still bring light.

“I missed this,” you said quietly.

He blinked. “Missed what?”

“You. Laughing with you. Feeling… normal.”

Kimi’s smile faded into something gentler. “You don’t have to be normal tonight. You don’t have to pretend, or laugh, or bounce back.” He reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear with more care than anyone had touched you all week. “But if I can make you smile once in a while… I’ll do that. Every time.”

Your throat tightened again, but this time not from grief.

“You’re kind of amazing,” you whispered.

Kimi’s ears turned pink. “Don’t say that. I’ll get cocky.”

You gave him a look. “You already are cocky.”

“Okay, true, but usually it’s because I drive cars very fast, not because the prettiest girl I’ve ever known said something nice to me.”

Your heart did a somersault—and for the first time that night, it didn’t hurt.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The laughter had faded. The tears, too.

You’d fallen asleep not long after, head resting on Kimi’s shoulder, your breathing soft and steady. The weight of the night had finally won, and your body gave in—exhausted by emotion, lulled by comfort, by presence, by the quiet safety of him beside you.

Kimi hadn’t moved for a long while. He just sat there, still, eyes tracing the curve of your features in the dim light spilling through your bedroom curtains. You looked peaceful again. Not whole—but healing. And something in him bloomed with fierce protectiveness.

Carefully, he shifted. Slid down just enough to tuck the blanket more securely around you. His hoodie was still around your frame, sleeves falling past your hands like a cocoon.

He bent down, his lips brushing your forehead in the softest whisper of a kiss.

“Buonanotte, mia stella,” he murmured, barely audible. Goodnight, my star.

His words hung in the air for a moment, warm and sacred, before he stood and turned toward the door—taking one last glance at you, asleep and safe.

But as he gently cracked the door open, he was met with a shadow leaning quietly in the hallway.

Toto.

Kimi froze mid-step, guilt flickering in his eyes as if he'd been caught sneaking out. But Toto didn’t speak right away. He simply nodded, stepping aside to let Kimi pull the door closed behind him.

“Did she fall asleep?” Toto asked, voice low and even.

Kimi nodded. “Yeah. She cried a lot. But I think she… I think she’s okay now. Just tired.”

Toto gave a slow, thoughtful nod. He studied the boy in front of him for a moment—not as a driver, not as a prodigy or a teammate—but as someone who, without being asked, had shown up for his daughter in her most vulnerable hour.

“I watched you with her earlier,” Toto said quietly. “You didn’t say much. You didn’t try to fix it. You just… stayed.”

Kimi shifted slightly, unsure if it was a compliment or a critique. “I didn’t want her to feel like she had to be okay. I just wanted to be there.”

“That’s exactly what she needed.”

A pause. A beat of silence that held a hundred unspoken things.

Toto crossed his arms, not out of sternness—but comfort. Familiarity.

“She’s always been… emotionally sharp,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Feels things deeply. Even when she pretends she doesn’t. When she was seven, she rescued a bird with a broken wing and cried for two days when it didn’t make it. She buried it in the garden. Gave it a name and everything.”

Kimi smiled faintly. “That sounds like her.”

“And when she was thirteen, she got into a fight with a teacher over another kid being bullied. Came home with detention and a bloody lip. Said she didn’t regret it.”

Kimi’s smile widened.

Toto looked at him now, not as a father assessing a threat—but as one recognizing a quiet truth.

“You’re the first boy she’s brought around who actually listens to her,” he said softly. “Not just waits to talk. Not just talks over her. You see her. And that means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

Kimi’s throat bobbed. “I care about her. A lot.”

“I can see that.”

Toto let a long breath pass, then reached into his pocket and handed Kimi something small—an old, worn keychain. It was shaped like a little silver compass.

“She used to carry this everywhere,” Toto said. “I gave it to her when she started secondary school. Told her it would always help her find her way back home, even if she got lost.”

Kimi took it carefully, reverently.

“She stopped carrying it when she started dating him,” Toto added with a tinge of bitterness. “I don’t think she even noticed. But… if you ever see her doubting herself again, remind her. She’s never really lost.”

The silence between them now wasn’t awkward. It was full. Like something had settled.

“I’ll protect her,” Kimi said, voice quiet but certain. “I promise.”

“I know,” Toto replied, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “That’s why I’m letting you stay in her life.”

And with that, he stepped aside, gesturing toward the front of the house with a faint smile. “Go get some sleep, Kimi. You’ve done enough tonight.”

Kimi gave a grateful nod. “Goodnight, sir.”

“Call me Toto,” he said. “You’ve earned it.”

As Kimi stepped out into the cool night air, that little compass keychain tucked in his jacket pocket, he felt something shift inside him—not just relief, not just affection.

Hope.

And maybe… something dangerously close to love.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

It had taken Kimi three whole weeks to work up the nerve to ask you to the amusement park. Not because he didn’t want to—he really did—but because every time he imagined asking, his brain short-circuited into a flurry of “what if she says no” and “am I being weird?”

He’d ended up at your house again that morning, as usual, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie while sitting at the kitchen counter. Your dad, Toto, was making coffee—classic black, no nonsense—and giving Kimi the kind of look dads give when they know exactly what’s going on, but enjoy watching you squirm anyway.

“Amusement park, huh?” Toto asked, taking a slow sip. “Kind of cheesy.”

Kimi’s ears turned crimson. “Is it too cheesy?” he asked, his voice barely louder than the hum of the refrigerator. “I mean… do you think she’d want to go?”

Toto gave him a smirk that was half-tease, half-approval. “You’ve got a better chance if you actually ask.”

Before Kimi could respond, you came shuffling down the stairs in your pajamas—hair messy, one sock on, yawning like the world wasn’t waiting on you. Both of them looked up. You blinked at them, still half-asleep.

Kimi stared for a second too long, then smiled to himself. You looked chaotic in the morning, sure—but to him, it was cute. Soft. Familiar in a way he couldn’t explain.

And then—panic. The words in his head scrambled, suddenly impossible to get out. Toto nudged him discreetly in the ribs.

Kimi cleared his throat, nearly choking on it. “Uh—I bought passes,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “Do you… want to go to the amusement park with me?”

The silence that followed was louder than it needed to be.

He felt his pulse spike, every second stretching unbearably long. It wasn’t even a date—not technically—but still, the idea of you saying no had his stomach in knots. He stared at you, waiting for some kind of expression, some clue.

Then you shrugged, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Sure,” you said, casually. “I’ve got no plans.”

Kimi let out a breath so heavy it could’ve knocked over a chair.

“Cool! Yeah—cool,” he said too quickly, nodding way too much. “Take your time! I’ll, uh, I’ll just hang here.”

You padded back upstairs to shower, leaving him alone with your dad, who gave him a nod of approval that made Kimi sit a little taller.

Meanwhile, the water washed over you, bringing clarity you didn’t know you needed. It had been a while since you’d done anything just for fun—since your last relationship ended, your world had felt like it was stuck in grayscale. But now, as the scent of your favorite shampoo filled the air, something small and good started to stir inside you again.

Picking an outfit felt like a challenge at first—should it be simple? Overthought? What was the vibe? But you settled on something that made you feel like yourself. Clean. Light makeup. Hair styled with minimal effort. No pressure, just… something new.

Finally ready, you headed downstairs, each step tapping like quiet punctuation on a page you didn’t realize you were writing.

"I'm ready," you called out, stepping into the hallway where Kimi was already waiting. He turned to look at you—and though he didn’t say anything right away, the smile that spread across his face said more than words.

Toto looked up from the living room and gave Kimi a firm pat on the back. “Be safe,” he said, with a playful tone wrapped in a layer of dad-seriousness. “And home before eleven.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Got it, Dad.”

You hugged him quickly, the kind of warm, familiar squeeze that said thanks for having my back even when you’re annoying. Then you turned toward the kitchen.

“Bye, Mom! Love you!” you called.

She poked her head out from behind a cupboard, smiling at the sight of you. “Have fun!”

And then Jack, your little brother, peeked around the corner, already grinning. “Don’t throw up on a rollercoaster!”

“Bye, Jack!” you laughed, tossing him an exaggerated wave that made him cackle.

You stepped outside with Kimi by your side, the sun already rising high in the sky, bathing everything in that soft golden glow that only seems to show up on good days. The breeze was warm against your skin. The door clicked shut behind you.

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like something good was about to begin.

The highway stretched out ahead of you, painted in fading streaks of gold and blue. The windows were halfway down, letting in a warm breeze that made your hair dance, and Kimi’s playlist filled the car—an eclectic mix of chill indie, chaotic throwbacks, and a few songs you’d never admit to liking if anyone else were around.

Kimi was in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against the center console in time with the beat. His sunglasses were pushed up into his hair, and he was focused on the road, jaw set in that half-serious, half-goofy expression he got when trying not to miss an exit.

You leaned your head against the seat and looked over at him. “This playlist is kind of unhinged.”

Kimi grinned. “It’s called ‘Road Trip But Make It Existential’.”

“That explains the emotional whiplash.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you had already hit three drive-thrus for snacks and argued over who had better taste in gas station candy, and now the conversation had settled into a comfortable quiet. The kind that only really happens with someone you don’t have to fill space with.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

After the initial excitement at the gate faded, the two of you found a rhythm—slow, easy, no pressure. The kind of wandering where the destination didn’t matter. The kind where the conversation meandered as much as your path through the park.

The first stop had been an old-fashioned photo booth, tucked near the carousel. Kimi dragged you inside, half-joking that you needed proof you were outside the house again. The machine blinked to life, the countdown starting before you were even ready. The first picture was blurry, your hand still adjusting your hair. The second caught Kimi mid-laugh, you smirking at him with one eyebrow arched. By the third and fourth, you were both laughing for real. It felt ridiculous. And perfect.

“Frame-worthy,” Kimi said, holding the strip up to the light with a mock-serious face.

“Frame-worthy if we frame it in irony,” you teased, taking the photo and tucking it into your pocket.

Next came a snack run. You both settled on soft pretzels and sodas, sitting on a shaded bench while a jazz cover of a Taylor Swift song floated from a nearby speaker. Kimi tore his pretzel into perfectly even halves and handed you the bigger piece without saying a word. You noticed. You didn’t say anything either. But your chest ached in the softest way.

As the afternoon wore on, he made a point to pull you toward games—mostly the silly, winnable kind. You tried the ring toss and failed spectacularly. Kimi tried and failed slightly less, which he acted like was Olympic-level achievement. He won you a plush penguin from a knock-over-the-cans game and immediately named it Sir Waddlesworth. The name stuck.

You wandered past a duck pond with swan boats lazily circling, and he offered to row one with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Only if you want to see what happens when I try to row us in a straight line and fail miserably,” he said.

You passed. But the image made you laugh harder than anything had in days.

Later, you shared a strawberry snow cone under the shade of a pink-and-white umbrella. He let you eat the top half, pretending it was “too cold” for him but smiling every time you looked happy. Your fingers brushed a few times when he held the cup steady for you, and though neither of you commented, neither of you pulled away, either.

The laughter was constant—but never forced.

He let you be quiet when you needed to be. Gave you space when you stopped walking to people-watch or stare too long at the spinning swings in the distance. When your thoughts slipped into darker places, you found him beside you again, nudging your arm, pointing out some ridiculous park character mascot in a massive frog costume breakdancing to pop music.

You giggled. He grinned. And for the first time in days, you didn’t feel weighed down by the breakup. You felt… human again.

Kimi glanced at you then, watching your eyes follow the lights of the park. “You’re different today,” he said gently, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets.

You turned to him, tilting your head. “Different how?”

“I dunno. Like… a little more you. Less like you’re trying to carry a hundred things alone.”

Your smile faltered, just slightly, but it didn’t disappear. “That obvious, huh?”

“To me? Yeah.” His tone wasn’t teasing. It was honest. Simple.

You both stopped walking near the edge of the park, where the Ferris wheel stood tall in the distance, a soft hum of lights circling its frame. The sun had started its descent, the gold of late afternoon bleeding into a rose-pink sky.

Kimi followed your gaze. “We doing it?”

You glanced at him, and for once, you didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I think we are.”

The sun was bleeding into the skyline, casting the amusement park in that honeyed gold light that made everything feel softer than it really was. You and Kimi stepped into the Ferris wheel bucket together, the world slowly shrinking below you as the ride creaked into motion.

You'd spent the day wandering the park—sugary churros, shared jokes, quiet looks that lingered too long. It had been fun. Real fun. But now, with the noise below fading and the world pausing as your bucket crested higher, your chest felt heavier.

You leaned into Kimi, your head resting lightly on his shoulder. It felt natural—too natural. His body relaxed under your touch like it had been waiting for that moment all day. A quiet sigh escaped you, but it wasn’t relief. It was confusion.

The ride paused near the top, swaying gently.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you murmured, eyes on the horizon.

Kimi shifted, just slightly, to look at you. “You don’t have to deserve me. I want to be here.”

You didn’t answer right away. The wind teased your hair, and you blinked slowly, heart beating faster for a reason you didn’t want to name. You felt Kimi’s fingers brush against yours, just barely, testing a line.

“I think I forgot how it felt to be seen,” you admitted.

He turned more fully toward you, his voice lower now, soft but sure. “Then let me remind you.”

You looked up just as he leaned in—slow, tentative, eyes flicking to your lips. Your heart surged and stalled all at once. Panic gripped your chest. And before you could think it through, you flinched back.

“No—wait, I…” you said quickly, breath catching. “I can’t.”

The words came sharper than you meant.

Kimi froze.

His expression faltered, confusion giving way to hurt in the space of a heartbeat. He pulled back, his hand dropping to his lap. The air shifted between you—suddenly colder, thinner, like the altitude had finally caught up with you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I just… I’m not ready. It’s not you, I swear—”

He nodded once, quickly. “It’s okay.”

But it didn’t sound okay.

Silence draped over the two of you as the Ferris wheel began to descend again, the world creeping closer while your hearts pulled apart. Kimi stared ahead, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. You sat stiffly beside him, hands in your lap, wondering how such a perfect day had just cracked.

The ride ended with the soft lurch of the bucket returning to the ground. Kimi was the first to step out, offering his hand still—but it didn’t have the same warmth.

You took it anyway.

The walk back through the park was quieter than before. No more teasing comments. No more shared laughs. Just the distant hum of carnival music and the growing thud of regret in your chest.

You kept glancing at him, wishing he’d say something—anything—but his lips stayed pressed in a line. He didn’t look mad. Just… disappointed. Distant.

You wanted to explain, to make it better, but every version of the truth felt tangled in your throat. That your heart still ached from the breakup. That kissing someone new, even someone like Kimi, felt like stepping into something you couldn’t undo. "Thank you for today," you muttered, getting a silent head nod in return.

The air on the ride home was thick and uncomfortable and even more uncertain for both of you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Things shifted after the almost-kiss.

Not suddenly. Not with explosions or slamming doors. But slowly—like a cold draft slipping through a window you didn’t realize was open. The air between you and Kimi, once filled with warmth and quiet laughter, had turned still. Hesitant. And it hurt more than you’d ever expected it to.

The first week was silence laced with half-hearted smiles and ghosted texts. You’d type something, only to delete it. Wait for a response that never came. Kimi wasn’t ignoring you, but he wasn’t reaching for you either. The rhythm of your friendship—the easiness, the comfort—it all hung in the balance, stretched too thin between unspoken apologies and feelings neither of you quite knew how to name anymore.

The second week wasn’t any better. Kimi poured himself into Formula 1 like a man trying to forget. Practice, strategy meetings, simulator runs—he was sharper, faster, and more focused than ever. Everyone noticed it, even Toto. Especially Toto.

He noticed your hollow expression when you glanced at your phone and saw nothing. He noticed the way Kimi’s name hovered at the top of your most recent contacts, untouched. And he noticed the ache you carried like armor, silent and too heavy for someone your age.

It was that ache that brought him to your bedroom one quiet afternoon.

You sat by your window, legs curled under you, your phone resting useless in your hand. The light outside was soft, golden. But it did nothing to warm the cold fog in your chest.

Toto knocked softly before stepping in, voice gentle. “I’m heading out soon for the upcoming Grand Prix. I’ll be gone for a while.”

You gave a faint nod, your eyes never leaving the view outside.

He hesitated, then added, “Kimi’s been looking strong. Mercedes has a real shot this weekend. I know how much you like Lewis—I’ll tell him you said hi.”

You forced a smile. It didn’t reach your eyes.

“I know you’ve always been hesitant letting me come to the races,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. “You were scared when I was little… but this time, I want to go. I need to go.”

That got his attention. He turned to face you fully. “Why?”

Your gaze dropped to your lap, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “Because I have to see Kimi. I have to make things right.”

Toto didn’t speak right away. He just watched you, eyes softening with understanding. So you kept going—pouring out the words you’d been holding back for days.

“That day on the ferris wheel… I should’ve let him kiss me,�� you admitted, voice cracking ever so slightly. “Because I wanted him to. God, I wanted him to. And I pushed him away—not because I didn’t feel something, but because I did. And it terrified me.”

You blinked fast, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. “I was afraid of what it would mean, of how real it would get. I just got out of something that wrecked me, and then there he was—so kind, so constant. And I hurt him, Dad. I didn’t mean to, but I did.”

Toto let the silence stretch for a moment, letting your confession breathe in the space between you. Then he crossed the room, sitting beside you and placing a warm, grounding hand on your shoulder.

“I always approved of Kimi,” he said quietly. “Your mother did too. He’s a good kid, and he cares for you more than I think you realize.”

You sniffled, nodding.

“I don’t want to lose what we had,” you whispered. “Even if it’s just friendship, I don’t want the distance to win.”

He squeezed your shoulder gently. “Then don’t let it. Come with me to the Grand Prix.”

Your head snapped toward him in disbelief.

“But…” you began.

He held up a finger with a wry smile. “Avoid the media. Your mother will have my head if you end up in the tabloids for sneaking kisses in the paddock.”

That earned your first real laugh in days—a watery, grateful sound as you threw your arms around him in a tight hug.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “Thank you, Dad.”

He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The air around the paddock buzzed with anticipation—reporters rushing past, team members running checklists, and engines screaming in the distance like thunder caught in metal. Monaco always carried an energy unlike any other race, and yet, your heart was racing for an entirely different reason.

You were searching.

Dodging between camera crews and mechanics, you weaved through the sea of people with one thought: Find Kimi. Your chest was tight, your palms clammy. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, hadn’t heard his voice, hadn’t felt his presence. And now that you were here, you needed him to see you—to know.

You passed the Mercedes garage, glanced toward the hospitality suite, even peeked into the briefing room, your nerves mounting with every step. The sounds of Formula 1 echoed all around, but it was the silence between you and Kimi that screamed the loudest.

Then, as if the universe had a cruel sense of timing, you turned a corner—and froze.

He was standing there.

Not Kimi.

Him.

Your ex.

The one who had left your heart in pieces weeks ago. Dressed casually, lanyard swinging from his neck, as if he belonged here, as if he deserved to stand on the same ground you were trying to rebuild yourself on. And the moment he saw you, his eyes lit up with a flicker of false charm you used to fall for.

“Y/n,” he said, stepping forward like you hadn’t spent two weeks crying over him. “God, I’ve been trying to reach you. I just want to talk.”

Your stomach twisted. “No,” you said firmly, trying to walk past him.

But he grabbed your wrist.

Not hard, not aggressive—but enough.

Enough to make your breath hitch. Enough to freeze your heart.

“Just listen—please,” he insisted, voice desperate. “I made a mistake, okay? I thought I was doing the right thing, but I was wrong. I miss you. I miss us.”

“No,” you repeated, yanking your arm back. “You don’t get to do this. Not here, not now.”

But he didn’t let go.

His grip tightened slightly, voice rising with desperation. “I know I messed up, but you still love me, right? You’re not really over me. That guy—Kimi—he’s just a rebound. I know you.”

You felt like the air had been ripped from your lungs. Your pulse pounded in your ears.

And then everything happened fast.

A blur of movement behind you.

A fist connecting with a jaw.

A sickening crack.

Your ex staggered back, holding his face in shock. You turned just in time to see Kimi standing there, chest heaving, eyes wild with a fury you’d never seen in him before. His hand was clenched, knuckles already reddening, and for a moment, he didn’t move.

Just stared your ex down like he was daring him to speak again.

“Don’t ever touch her again,” Kimi growled, voice low, sharp, and foreign in its anger.

Your ex didn’t respond—only muttered something and stumbled away, holding his jaw and casting one final look over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

And then silence.

Not around you—the paddock was still alive with noise—but between you and Kimi.

His gaze shifted from your ex to you, his shoulders still tense. He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize maybe—but you cut him off before he could.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, the words tumbling out fast and unfiltered. “That day at the amusement park—I wanted to kiss you. I wanted you. But I was scared. And I didn’t mean to hurt you, Kimi. I just… I didn’t know how to feel anything again after him, and then you came along and made everything feel real again, and it terrified me.”

Tears filled your eyes, not from fear or sadness—but from relief. Relief that he was here. That you were still here.

“And when you stopped calling,” you said, voice cracking, “when you stopped being there—I missed you so much it hurt.”

Kimi stepped forward, still silent, still breathless.

You looked up at him, voice barely a whisper now. “I don’t want to be scared anymore. Not with you.”

His brows softened, the anger completely gone, replaced with something tender and aching.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering.

“I would’ve waited forever,” he said, voice hoarse. “I just didn’t know if you wanted me to.”

“I do,” you said.

No hesitation this time.

And for a long moment, you simply stood there, the chaos of the world fading around you, replaced by the quiet certainty between two people finally letting their hearts be known.

No more fear.

No more running.

"A date, after the race, we're going on a date," you said, causing Kimi to smile softly at you, agreeing with your words. "A date, we're going on a date," he agreed as he went to walk away, your hands clasp his race suit, quickly pulling him back into place, your hands moving with a quickness to cup his cheeks. "What are you-" Kimi was caught off guard by the kiss, a bold move from you, but something he didn't complain about.

"Just...giving you some good luck out there..."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The waves of the Mediterranean lapped gently against the sides of the boat, each one reflecting the city lights of Monaco like spilled stardust on water. The air was warm with a salt-sweet breeze, carrying with it the soft echoes of distant music and late-night laughter from the shore.

You sat at the bow, legs stretched out, the hem of your sundress fluttering around your ankles. Behind you, Kimi poured two glasses of sparkling water—he had insisted on something simple and sweet, no pressure, no pretense. Just the two of you and the quiet rhythm of the sea.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a deep sapphire streaked with silver. You glanced back at him, watching the way his expression had softened—his eyes no longer clouded with doubt or fear, but lit up by something warmer. Something steady.

Love.

Kimi walked over and passed you a glass, sitting beside you, his knee brushing yours.

“You ever think we’d end up here?” he asked with a small grin.

You laughed quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Honestly? No. But I hoped. Somewhere deep down, I always hoped.”

He looked down at you, his gaze lingering. “Even after the ferris wheel?”

You went still for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Even then. Especially then. I was just scared. Of what it meant… of what it would feel like to be happy again. But tonight, with you… I’m not scared.”

Kimi smiled, brushing his fingers lightly against your cheek. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out something small—delicate—a charm on a simple bracelet. A tiny silver heart, engraved with your initials and his.

“I wanted to wait until after the race,” he said, voice a little shy. “But… I thought this might be something you’d like.”

You blinked, touched beyond words, as he gently fastened it around your wrist.

“I love it,” you whispered. “And I love you.”

The words fell out of you so effortlessly it surprised even you—but Kimi’s expression didn’t falter. His eyes glistened slightly, and the grin that curved his lips was something out of your dreams.

“I love you too,” he said, cupping your face gently in his hands.

The kiss that followed wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t needy or desperate.

It was soft.

Full.

Healing.

He kissed you like he meant to erase every doubt you ever carried, and when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“You’re safe with me. Always,” he murmured.

You nodded, your fingers lacing with his as you sat in that peaceful moment together, the boat swaying gently beneath the stars.

By the time you stepped through the front door of your home, shoes in hand, hair tousled by the wind and cheeks sore from smiling, the house was mostly quiet.

Except for the soft clink of glass from the kitchen.

Toto stood at the counter with a late-night espresso, raising an eyebrow as you walked in. He took one look at your glowing face and the bracelet glinting on your wrist… and smirked.

“So… I take it the night went well?”

You squinted at him. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

Toto gave an innocent shrug. “I may have offered him some guidance. Encouragement. Advice from a man who knows a thing or two.”

You crossed your arms. “You coached him.”

“I may have used the words if you break her heart, I’ll break your front wing,” he admitted with a dry chuckle.

You groaned, but there was no real annoyance in it. In fact, you smiled.

“Thanks, Dad,” you said softly, walking over to wrap your arms around him.

He returned the hug warmly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, cara mia. I’ve seen the way you look at him. It was always going to be him—you just needed time.”

You pulled back and nodded. “I think I finally got it right.”

He smiled. “Good. Now go to sleep. You’ve got a boyfriend who’s going to win the next Grand Prix, and a very nosy father who will absolutely take credit for it.”

You laughed all the way to your room.

And as you lay down that night, the sea still rocking in your bones and the feel of Kimi’s kiss lingering on your lips, you realized something:

You weren’t just in love.

You were home.

And one more thing, your dad really knows what's best.

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[pluralsword]

Since poly ships are rarepairs... we actually wrote stuff for ours! Day of Multiflame has the greenlight/arcee/aileron/anode/lug/lancer mostly together, in that fic its greenlight/arcee/aileron/lancer (romantic equivalent) and arcee/anode/lug (queer platonic equivalent, of course anode/lug is romantic) and while we write them with alien aesthetics they have a rich vocabulary for that parallel gender they are of course drawn on their gal iterations, and well, it probably surprises no one that the GAAALL ship will appear at the end of Addendum (An IDW1 Arcee novel fanfic) where they are gals (and in the case of e.g. Arcee, we also write her as polygender), but the fic does start with Arcee/Codexa which ends up being Arcee/Codexa/Shatter/Dropkick

Note- Arcee/Greenlight, Arcee/Aileron, Greenlight/Lancer, and Anode/Lug are canonical

femslash rarepairs save me

[luna-azzurra]

Grumpy x Sunshine

The Grumpy One will...

✧ sigh like it’s a full-time job ✧ complain about everything but still do it, perfectly, and say “whatever” when you compliment them ✧ give death glares to strangers who get too close to their Sunshine ✧ say “I don’t care” while caring deeply but with unnecessary rage ✧ pretend they hate affection and then melt when it’s given freely ✧ grunt instead of saying thank you ✧ roll their eyes at your chaos, but be ready to throw hands if someone else even thinks about insulting you ✧ act emotionally constipated but write your name with little stars in their notes app ✧ be a walking contradiction: "no I don’t like anyone" / "except this one very specific ray of light who makes my chest hurt"

The Sunshine One will...

✧ talk to a cashier for 30 seconds and suddenly know their star sign and life goals ✧ bring snacks for everyone. Every. Time. ✧ get excited over things like ladybugs, Halloween socks, or bubble tea ✧ touch the Grumpy One constantly like it’s their oxygen ✧ say “I love you” with their whole soul, three days into friendship ✧ make playlists labeled things like “vibes for when the world is too loud” and “songs to cry to but gently” ✧ force the Grumpy One to wear party hats and they let it happen ✧ see the best in people even when the evidence is… unconvincing ✧ cry during cute dog commercials ✧ take exactly zero hints and make everything personal in the best way

Together they will...

✧ argue about everything except the things that matter ✧ have conversations like:  Grumpy: “You’ll get kidnapped if you keep trusting people.”  Sunshine: “You’d murder anyone who tried.” ✧ have inside jokes that started with them almost fighting ✧ be the emotional equivalent of a thunderstorm hugging a sunflower ✧ melt into each other like puzzle pieces that should not work but somehow do ✧ accidentally learn how to be better people through sheer chaotic contrast ✧ be the “looks like they could kill you / is a cinnamon roll” meme IRL ✧ have late-night “I don’t know how to be soft” confessions ✧ become each other’s home, because no one else gets it the way they do ✧ change each other. Forever. Whether they mean to or not.

[mwphisto]

It takes you a while to accept Sylus’ praise.

He notices this, of course, because each time he offers it you get this little crinkle in your nose.

As if you are wary of seeing it as real praise. He doesn’t take offense, no of course he doesn’t. He’s had time to come to terms with the current situation he has been presented with when it comes to you.

You don’t remember him. Not your past lives nor the childhood you two spent together. As hard of a pill as it was to swallow, Sylus tries to look at it positively.

As odd as it sounds. He’s been given a third chance at winning your heart all over again.

It may have started off rocky, he had let his emotions get the better of him during that initial meeting. Then continued to stew on it during the days he held you “captive” in the N109 Zone.

Of course you wouldn’t be all that accepting of his praise. Granted, the hostility had stemmed from both sides. Looking at it with a clearer head, Sylus recalled how stand offish he came off to you. Especially since you had known him as nothing other than the leader of Onychinus.

He equated it to getting mad at a feral kitten for scratching him when he attempted to pet it. So, he worked on reigning things back. Swallowing his own upset in order to truly regain the trust he craved so dearly.

“You did very well, kitten.”

And there it was again. The hesitance in your eyes, the slight scrunch of your nose, and the wary “…thanks.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, he made the bed so he’d just have to sleep in it. “I mean it.”

There was the smallest of tremors in his tone, one he prayed you’d miss. “Are you alright?” He should have known better. Of course you’d pick up on it.

“Yes, sorry. Something got caught in my throat.” But you weren’t satisfied with that sort of response.

“Did I do something wrong?” And Sylus swore he could fall to his knees then and there. Your eyes, the eyes he had loved through countless lifetimes, seemed to see right through him despite everything.

“No, nothing at all, kitten. It’s…” but he trailed off, it was so unlike him that you stepped a little closer. “But it’s something.” You murmur, a hand on his forearm.

“You don’t trust me yet.” Sylus starts, he’s always been straight forward. There is no reason to stop now. “I understand our relationship can be a bit touch and go. We didn’t really make great impressions on each other in the very beginning but…” he looks away, inhaling deeply.

“My praises for you are genuine. The way I’ve come to care for you is also genuine.” Truth is, he never stopped. “I can see that hesitance in your face whenever I praise you.” And you feel like your chest is frozen, full of air you can’t seem to exhale. You had hurt his feelings.

“Sylus, I’m so sorry.” And his mouth immediately opens to hush you but you keep talking. “I have been guarded, and I know you can’t blame me for that. But the least I could do is give you some grace. You’ve been nothing but kind to me after we got over our differences. Your reputation proceeds you, just as I’m sure mine has proceeded me.”

You swallow, tightening your grip on his arm. “Thank you, Sylus. For the praise. For your faith in me. For continuing to help me despite my difficulties.” And if he could have kissed you stupid right then and there? He would have.

“Thank you, kitten.”

[jefth3kilr]

naruto boys and one of their random and insanely specific kinks (lol) 🍃🎋

Includes: Kakashi; Gai; Jiraiya; naruto; sasuke; kiba; shino; neji; lee; shikamaru; gaara; kankuro

warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI) bit of bdsm and rougher topics all charecters are aged up!! naruto and students are around 19-20

not proof read! requests are open!!!

Kakashi

power play.

I know it might seem a little ooc, but trust, I feel like he'd be really into power play.

and while yes he loves it when you call him master and get all obedient for him; I also think he would really like calling you mistress and submitting to you.

Like yes he will definitely get on his knees and kiss your legs and 'earn' your permission to fuck you. He's down for all that freaky shit.

but if you tell anyone about this he'd probably jump off the nearest building LMAO he would get so embarrassed.

Gai

praise praise praise.

please praise him LMAO.

Gai already likes praise in general, but praise from you!? he's already nutting in his pants.

Also I'm giving him another: fake rivalry.

Clearly Gai is obsessed with having a rival (cough cough Kakashi)

So if y'all kinda role-play and pretend to be rivals while fucking, he will be so hype. He would feel accomplished lolll

Jiraiya

Exhibitionism

I mean like what the hell doesn't turn Jiraiya on?

I think that he definitely likes being a little public with it, it exciting and it also turns him on knowing he's the only who can do this to you.

I don't think he'd like having full on naked sex out int he open, but he would definitely like teasing you and stuff.

Jiraiya would definitely put one of those wireless remote control vibrators in your before taking a 'nice' walk around the village at night. He would random turn it on, messing with the intensity constantly before turning it off again. It would suck for you, but he loves watching you fall apart and have trouble walking.

He also makes out with you in public. sorry not sorry. He doesn't care who tf y'all are in front of off, he will kiss you silly wherever and whenever he wants.

Oh in bar bathrooms...for get about it. You've probably been bent over evert bathroom counter int he village at least twice by now. You'd think because of his age he wouldn't have so much stamina....but trust he does.

Naruto

Breathing

Naruto is so happy that you chose him a lover, so it only makes sense that he obsessed with everything about you. And the loves listening to you breathe.

While yes, it helps him fall asleep and night to hear your sleepy breathing and listen to your heart beat in your chest.

But it also heavily turns him on when he sees your chest deeply heave after your coming down from your high And it definitely turns him on to hear your breathy, desperate, little gasps when your trying to reach that said high.

Like yes please make out with him and breathe in his ear while your hump this shit out of him. He goes crazy for stuff like that.

After your done with a training session, and your breathing all heard and your chest is going up and down, expect Naruto to drag you to the nearest bathroom LMAO.

Sasuke

his ears

hear me out

Sasuke's ears are sooo sensitive, but he would rather die than admit it.

One day you decide to test out something you read; something about how licking the other shell of someone's ear can be hot. So while you and Sasuke are making out, you test it out. And he will dead ass cum in his pants. From then on, you do it all the time.

If your want to tease him, whisper something in his ear, even if it's super casual. Just feeling your lips by his ear and listening to your soft voice is enough to drive him up the wall.

And if you nip his ear...he's a goner.

Shikamaru

Sexting

I mean Shikamaru is like super lazy, so texting each other becomes a very common thing. Even if y'all are in the same house, cuddling each other on the same damn bed, he will still text you instead of actually talking. (he claims it saves his energy)

Surprisingly, Shika is really good at dirty talk, he just doesn't do it because he's lazy. But texting you all that dirty talk...he can def do that.

You'll be in class and get a text from him, expecting just a casual 'wyd' message and instead get a whole paragraph like: 'when your get home I'm gonna ******* and the I'm gonna ******** you're so fucking **** I can't wait to *****.' you can never catch a break with this guy.

And if you lock eyes with him in class after reading that, he will look super casual LMAO

Kiba

scent.

i mean we all know Kiba has a crazy sense of smell, so obviously he would be able to track your scent no matter where you are. so he knows what you smell like. he knows how your natural musk is and what your perfume smells like too.

Kiba would definitely know right away if you switched perfumes. he’d probably pout about it at first because he liked the other one but after a couple of days he’ll get used to it. also if you wear too much of it, expect him to sneeze A LOT.

but anyway, he loves to smell you during sex. wether that be shoving his face into the crook of your neck and taking in your scent, or being all gross and sniffing your panties (which you always yell at him for but you secretly like it) he LOVES your scent.

sometimes, when he’s really desperate for you, he’ll beg you to let him smell you.

“Just a sniff baby, i need it. I need you.”

how can you say no to him when he’s looking at you with those sad puppy eyes? 🥺

Shino

hickeys

since no one can really see his neck because of his big ass coat, feel free to leave as many as possible.

I think he finds it very romantic to be able to mark each other like that. He also finds the feeling very sensual to kiss and suck on someone's neck. He also enjoys that's feeling on himself.

If you were to ever to show off your hickeys, wearing nothing but a tank top outside in public. He would pass tf out LMAO he loves it.

He's secretly very possessive.

Neji

hair pulling.

this goes both ways.

First of all, he has that long ass hair. I also feel like Neji can get a bit bossy sometimes, so if you want him to shut the hell up, just pull him by his hair.

The first time you did it, it was probably an accident. But when you saw his blushing face and a tent forming in his pants, you knew you had to do that again.

I also feel like Neji is a bit quiet during sex, but trust if you pull on his hair, he will start moaning like a girl.

But second; he also loves to pull your hair. When he's feeling extra dominant and he wants you to submit, he will definitely pull your head back by your hair while giving your the nastiest back shots known to man kind.

He is also the type to put your hair into a makeshift ponytail while you blow him.

Lee

Overstimulation.

I think Lee really likes it when you guys treat sex like training. (I read a fic about this lmao)

Like please let him finger you into oblivion, it gives him a good arm workout. But don't expect to be done after he's made you cum 5 times on his fingers, he still needs to work out the other arm too!

Lee is someone who can NEVVERRR do a quickie, since he has so much stamina from training, he can go round and round after round.

Literally, you could have done like 9 rounds and he is still amped up on energy.

And do NOT squirt around him, he be determined to make your squirt at least 6 more times before letting you take a break.

But of course, if you really need a break or want to stop, he will gladly give you as much time as you need, he's still a sweet boy. (call him sweet boy and he will nut instantly)

Gaara

dry humping

sometimes it just takes so much energy to get fully unclothed and actually commit to having sex. Also since Gaara isn't a super sexual person in the sense that he doesn't really like to get undress and all that other stuff, dry humping is such a good alternative.

I also HC that Gaara is a bit submissive, I mean he will def Dom you sometimes but regular he will usually submit to you and listen to you (bc you love him and he feels like this is a way he can prove that he loves u too)

Imagine after a long day, your both exhausted but still so pent up. So your just in his lap, grinding away while your heavily makeout and pull at each other's hair. Trust he will be nutting in his pants.

And if you also whisper sweet nothings to him...he's done for.

Kankuro

bondage

need i say more?

trust he will tie you up with his chakra strings and eat you out until your sobbing....

He definitely finds it hot that your comfortable enough with him to allow him to tie you up and be at his mercy (he also lokey has a power complex soooo)

[sacredsorceress]

I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for more bob content. How do you think Bob would be with intimacy both NSFW and non-NSFW?

☆.°*Physical Intimacy w/ Bob HCs*°.☆

a/n: oooo idk if you meant intimacy in general but since you mentioned NSFW, im going to focus on physical intimacy!! no smut though. also forgive the first bit just explaining my thought process word count: 1.0k warnings: sexual content but not smut, regardless 18+ Minors DNI!, also mentions of drugs and insecurities. just anything that would've been in thunderbolts.

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Knowing Bob's background, I believe that he would deeply crave intimacy, but be very hesitant to initiate it himself.

He had a rough childhood that probably didn't consist of a lot of affection from his mother and if you read the file that Valentina had on Bob, it says that his drug addiction started in middle school and that he dropped out in eighth grade because of it. After that, he had a juvenile record a mile long from breaking & entering, robbery etc.

With this information, I'm going to guess that he hasn't had many (if any) relationships and if he did, they probably weren't very healthy. Overall, he has a negative history with trust and intimacy.

BUT despite all of this, being with the team has had a positive impact on him- showing him that he isn't alone, what it's like to be sober and that vulnerability can be a good thing. For once, he can let down his walls and be his true self.

Unfortunately, physical intimacy is a whole other battle with the void lurking between the surface.

Before you had even begun dating, you had made the mistake or brushing his hand. Once simply gesture- a subconscious one really- threw you into one of your worst memories with Bob as a viewer. When you both came back to reality you didn't pull away, or flinch. He did.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Bob said tearing his hand from yours. "I can't control it. I- I didn't mean-"

And even though you just relived your own past, you reached for him.

"Bob, I know." You said, squeezing his hand. "It's not your fault."

You didn't leave, didn't scream at him. Just held him. And from that day on its like the barrier was lifted.

He would never make the first moves touching you before you were dating- that's where you come in.

It would start slow: hugging him after a mission, playfully shoving him as you joked around. Before you knew it, you were laying your heads on each other's shoulders when you sat side by side.

Your first kiss was slow. Your hands cupping his cheeks, guided his face to yours and for a moment, as your noses brushed, you could feel his breath against your lips. His eyelashes brushed against your cheek as you hummed, then his lips were on yours.

It wasn't hungry- no. There was none of that carnal desire or devouring. Instead it was thirsty, desperate. He reached for your lips as if they held the last drop of water in a barren desert and held you close like you'd evaporate if he didn't. Your lips dragged painfully slow against his until he reached to meet you.

Cheek and forehead kisses are a hallmark of your relationship.

As much as he absolutely adores kissing your lips and making out with you, those kisses are simply so pure that they held such a sacred place in his heart. No one gave him those before you.

Before you left to go anywhere, you'd find him in his little reading nook, brush his hair from his face and kiss his cheek from behind.

Even after months of dating he'd still blush after you did that and touch his skin to make sure it was real.

"I love you." You said.

And sometimes he'd catch your hand before you turned to go, pulling you in for a kiss on the lips.

"I love you too." And he always said it with a smile.

Bob doesn't hold hands in the traditional way out in public, but he does lace his fingers with yours. Your palms aren't touching but your digits remain interlocked, leaving him room to run his thumb along your hand.

He's not big on PDA. It makes him self conscious, not because he's not proud of you because he is, but because it feels as if he's putting his heart on display. Although Bob knows those from his past aren't around anymore to hurt him, it's a lasting scar that isn't healed so easily.

For my self-conscious girls, I mean this so genuinely, I don't think Bob has a physical type whatsoever. If you were a curvier women and felt insecure about in comparison to him and his physique he wouldn't even be able to comprehend it because to him you hung the stars in the sky. You're ethereal and anyone who tried to take that from you because of something as silly as your weight, or hair or nose is ridiculous. You're a goddess in his eyes.

Like, being insecure is reserved for him and him only. If you started speaking poorly about yourself he wouldn't even be able to stand listening to it and would probably cup your face in his hands and kiss you to make you stop

Is a big-time cuddler. Bob's favorite way to fall asleep is tucked in your arms. Although, that wouldn't last for long because he runs hot and once he was unconscious he'd toss and turn, kicking all the sheets to the end of the bed. He'd only cuddle you once more when he woke in the morning.

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Now, as I mentioned earlier I don't think he has a lengthy relationship history, however, I do believe that he's had sex before.

Most of the other times Bob had sex he was high and doesn't really remember much, which only makes this moment with you even more significant- and a bit anxiety inducing. With a high, he wasn't as worried about how he did or how he felt. Now, he was hyperaware of all of his inadequacies.

I think he's submissive or vanilla. The only time he's dominant during sex is if he's bolstered by the sentry persona and as we know, that may lead to the void so it is a VERY rare occurrence.

And when I say vanilla, that doesn't mean boring or satisfactory. Bob feels everything so strongly that his love for you would almost be overwhelming for him. You were just intoxicating. His kisses are so deep and soft it makes his head spin.

Loves being called a good boy.

I just imagine sex with him either being the definition of lovemaking: slow, passionate, raw.

Or, so giggly.

He's also a munch. What?? Who said that?? He may be sober but he gets drunk on the taste of you all the same.

He adores looking at you. To him, it's almost the only way. He has needs, sure, but what makes it so special and otherworldly is the love he has for you.

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this is by no means a comprehensive list and I would love to revisit these ideas more. if you have more headcanons you'd like to see my inbox is open

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what happens when sukuna’s precious little jewel actually does get pregnant ???

I’m so glad you asked Anon hehe

Concubine!reader x Sukuna thoughts part 1 here

Tags; Pregnancy, Concubine!fem!Reader, smut below cut, breeding kink, size difference, bit of lactation kink

Sukuna is not surprised when it happens after all the hard work you both put into realizing his dream. He notices a subtle change in your smell, in the energy that pulsates around you when he caresses his hand over your body. A wide grin splits on his face as he lays his hand over your lower stomach, his chest sturdy against your back. He can’t help but nuzzle his face against the side of your head, inhaling more of your intoxicating smell. “It took.”. Those simple words have your eyes widening and your heart pounding in your chest, looking back at him to ensure you understood correctly. “You’re with child.”

He’s overjoyed with the prospect of having a baby, an heir of his own. He’s more affectionate than he ever was, taking time to settle you close against him, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the growing bump on your stomach. He even caresses your hair and kisses you in an attempt to comfort you when you feel pain, all of it shockingly gentle for Sukuna. In his mind there’s a simple explanation. You did as he wanted, and you continue to do your duty well, ensuring his child is safe and growing strong inside you even when it hurts you, so you should be rewarded for it.

Sukuna has always been wary of others, but with the pregnancy he turns outright paranoid. With the amount of enemies he has he worries that one might now lash out and target you and your baby. He focuses more on maintaining barriers around the house, has someone sample your food in front of him before it’s allowed to be served to you, and you never sleep alone anymore, him always curled protectively against your side. He also decides to dismiss a large portion of his harem, not trusting them to have your best interest in mind. He knows how jealous humans can get, had seen women scratch each others eyes out just to get ahead of the other, and so the only other concubines allowed to stay are the ones you claim are your friends. He still keeps a careful eye on them, only truly allowing it because he knows that when the time comes, you will need women to aid you through it, and he doesn’t trust random midwives more than he trusts them.

Sukuna will spoil you more than ever, making sure you are comfortable in whatever way he can offer. The pregnancy is clearly taking a toll on you, your stomach having grown large and heavy, and he almost worries the size difference between you that excited him so might become the death of you. He carries you basically everywhere the last two months, wrapping you up in his strong arms and doing anything you need of him. It’s quite ironic; you used to be the one helping him get dressed, fawning over your master, and now he does the opposite for you. Though you know it’s out of necessity, it still makes your heart flutter.

That Sukuna is stressed out when you finally give birth is putting it lightly. He waits outside as customary, trying to appear stoic but panicking on the inside at your pained screams. As soon as he hears a baby cry, he barges in, watching as another concubine places the child against your bare chest. He quickly finds himself on his knees beside you, brushing one large hand over your sweaty forehead to comfort you as the other joins you in holding your baby. It’s a daughter, but she’s healthy and strong, screaming her lungs out for a minute more before calming down. You laugh, and he breathes in deeply, knowing you both made it. Relieve makes him bend forward and press a kiss to your forehead, leaning back just in time to see the child’s eyes open. Four in total, just like her father, but with the scarlet stare replaced by the lovely color of your eyes.

It surprises everyone, including you, how much of an involved father he is, holding his baby as often as he can, a large finger prodding at her pouty lips till she smiles and coos. When you apologize to him for not giving him a son, he stares at you blankly, gesturing for you to rise from where you kneel before him, putting one hand on your cheek as two others still cradle your baby. “I don’t need your apology. The child is healthy, and you will give me a son next time.” The surprise is evident on your face as your eyes snap to his. Not only is he being benevolent, but he also just said he wants another child with you. You were afraid he would discard you like a broken toy after this, no longer interesting enough to him, but it seems you still manage to hold your position as his favorite, bringing a smile to your face.

It has to be said that Sukuna can’t take his eyes off of you from the moment that tiny bump appears on your stomach. There’s something about it, about you, that makes every fiber of his being crave touching you. Maybe it’s that famous pregnancy glow, or maybe it’s the fact that he knows he’s the one who fucked a baby into you. You’re his, more clearly now than ever, and it excites him beyond his own comprehension.

Luckily for Sukuna, the hormones coursing through your body have you seeking him out desperately throughout most of your pregnancy. The first few months he fucks you like he wants to ruin you, rutting into you like an addict, but as soon as you really start showing he becomes more gentle. He wouldn’t risk seriously hurting you or his child, often seating you in his lap as he thrusts into you, his mouth lapping at your sweet neck. You still mewl so sweetly for him, so eagerly, and he already knows he might want to do this all over again after you’ve given him his first child.

Sukuna takes such good care of his little jewel, even massaging your poor sore breasts, teasing your aching nipples with his tongue. The changes to your body have him drooling all over you, his hands constantly on your growing breasts or belly. It becomes a guilty pleasure of his to touch you there, enjoying just having you on his lap as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, loving the way you squirm against him.

You find some of the changes quite embarrassing, especially when your breasts start leaking milk as you enter your third trimester. He only grins wolfishly when he notices the wet patches on the fabric covering your breasts, tutting as he pulls you to his chambers. “You need to relieve the pressure, little one.” And of course your benevolent master knows just how to do it, massaging your breasts till more drops come out, making sure he’s right there to help you through it all. This definitely gets far worse after you’ve given birth and your milk fully comes in, aching painfully to be released, Sukuna hot on your heels after ensuring your baby is fed to ‘help’ you.