#and then he just suddenly started to slowly pull away

[writingastory]

Headcanons: The Morning After

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

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

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive thingies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[vickymura]

PAIRING ~ bf!nrk x gf!reader

SUMMARY ~ play-fighting and size difference always gets off riki, so he shows you just how much of that holds factual.

GENRE ~ smut, fluff.

WORD COUNT ~ 1.223k

ᯓ★ part 2 of 9:27 but i don't think you need to read it to understand. this is plain smut lol.

riki couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to press his lips to your neck again, his kisses rougher this time as he kissed and nipped at your skin, moving his mouth to the other side of your neck as he left what were sure to be visible marks behind. 

one of his hands continued to slide up your side underneath your shirt, gently caressing your skin as it moved up to your chest, gently fondling your tits from over your bra. he smirked against your skin when he felt you arch your back.

he pulled his lips away from your neck with one last, hard bite, his gaze flicking down to your expression before speaking in a low voice. "this shirt... it needs to come off, baby." he leaned up so he could get a better view of you, his eyes raking up and down your body. he tugged at the shirt you were wearing, the action prompting you to lift up your arms so he could pull it off.

he tossed the shirt to the side, his eyes darting to your chest and taking in the sight of your bra-clad chest rising and falling in response to each breath you took. he swallowed as his hand found the soft skin of your side, his touch gentle yet firm as he caressed your side once again.

his lips came in contact with your collarbone, kissing and sucking on the skin as he slowly started making his way down your chest and stomach, his hand squeezing against your waist as he moved further and further down your body.

he stopped once he reached your jeans. he tugged at the fabric of jeans, his eyes darting to look up at you before mumbling into your stomach, “off.”

“you’re so bossy..” you weakly commented with the little dignity left after being made into a whimpering mess from just his kisses, but nevertheless compiled by lifting your hips as a sign for him to undress your jeans.

he chuckled against your stomach, the sound sending tingles up your spine. he began unbuttoning the denim garment, unzipping it before hooking his hands under the material to begin pulling it down your legs. he tossed your jeans to the side, along with the rest of discarded clothes. when he looked back at you, you were left in only a pair of panties wet from arousal at the crotch and a bra. he smirked as his eyes raked up and down your body. just the sight of you lying below him, breathless and flushed, was driving him crazy.

he let out a shaky exhale, reaching for the hem of his shirt and yanking it off carelessly. he lowered himself once again, pressing the tent in his shorts onto your panty-clad pussy as fumbled with the hook of your bra. with a single skilled move, he relieved you of its confinement, sighing in pleasure when he felt your bare tits pressed against his muscular chest.

“so soft..” he purred into your ear, holding onto your waist and once again peppering lazy, wet kisses on the marks he’d decorated onto your skin earlier, rocking his hips into yours. the thin layer of your panties did very less to block the friction that came from his actions, earning lewd whimpers from your mouth.

“riki..." you whined, your hips jerking up ever so often, your slick nearly beginning to seep onto the fabric of his shorts. he only let out a sultry chuckle in response, enjoying the feeling of your tits all soft and pressed up against him.

he decided to put an end to the foreplay, momentarily getting off of the bed to pull his shorts and boxers down in one motion, causing his cock to spring free and hit his abdomen. with a silent curse, he climbed back on top of you, yanking your panties off, throwing them in a direction he was too horny to care about.

he took a hold of your hips to help align himself, making you whimper in anticipation. you held onto his shoulders, watching his expressions as he suddenly slowly penetrated your neglected pussy. he let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, his expression warping into one of utter bliss at the feeling of your insides.

you let out a string of whimpers and quiet moans, adjusting to his invasion, your thighs instinctively closing shut. he let out a grunt, beginning to pound into you at a slow, sensual pace, his hands moving to your calves to force them up over his shoulders ensuring that your legs remained open for him to exploit. the new position caused his cock to reach places unimaginable in you, your eyes rolling back over each one of his thrusts. 

“fuck..” he groaned out, placing his hands on either sides of your head as he fucked you hard and deep. your chest heaved as you let out soft moans of pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders and causing a stinging pain that somehow only made thrilled.

you uncontrollably clenched around him, hips bucking forward when he began nudging against your cervix. your head was thrown back in pleasure, tits bouncing in a way almost hypnotizing. “faster..” you softly pleaded, hands clutched onto his broad shoulders for your dear life.

he let out a low, sultry chuckle against your ear but couldn't resist picking up his pace making the frame of his bed creek in ways not less than crude. he groaned as you tightened around him, taking a hold of your wrists and pinning your hands down beside your head, interlocking your hands with his as he did so. “you feel so fucking good, baby.. keep doing that..” his hot breath fanned against your neck as he pound into you almost relentlessly. his grunts began to grow louder and more frequent the more you clenched around him, driving him to bite down on your neck to muffle his sounds.

“s-so close, riki..” you shakily whispered, prompting him to let go of one of your hands, bringing it to begin stimulating your clit. you let out a breathy moan, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten more than ever.

“me too, baby.. cum for me, c’mon..” he lifted his head from your neck to make eye contact as he circled the calloused pads of his index and middle finger around your clit. with a final moan louder than the ones before, you released rings of cum around his cock. your warm release triggered his, and he slammed his length deep into you, filling you with his warm seed with a low curse.

he remained inside you for a good few moments, simply cherishing the intimacy of the moment and eye contact before his body gave out. he panted softly and chuckled, taking his softening cock out of your puffy folds, his body collapsing onto yours. you too chuckled between heavy huffs of breath, bringing your free hand to wrap around his neck.

“you’re so good for me..” he whispered lovingly, landing a lingering smooches on your bare chest, followed by ticklish licks. each giggle he coaxed out of you was like a little reward for him. once he was satisfied with hearing enough of it, he lifted his head up at you, cupped your cheek and mumbled, 

“i love you, baby.” reblog and comment or i'll appear in ur room at 3 am with a knife :3 💗

[moonlightwritingf1]

The Tension Between Us | LN4

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 summary ━━━━━━━ Y/n, shy and reluctant, has been resisting Lando’s advances for months. After accidentally flashing him at a gathering, their tension builds, and Y/n eventually gives in to their chemistry.

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 word count ━━━━━━━ 4.7k

જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

“Lando, please, stop looking at me like that,” Y/n said, her voice a mix of exasperation and something softer she couldn’t quite name. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if trying to shield herself from the intensity of his gaze. But it was too late. He had already seen it—the way her cheeks flushed, the way her breath hitched when he leaned in just a little too close.

“Like what?” Lando smirked, his British accent curling around the words like a tease. He tilted his head, his eyes filled with desire never leaving hers. “Like I can’t believe how fucking beautiful you are?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but the heat creeping up her neck betrayed her. God, why did he have to be so relentless? Six months of this—six months of him showing up unexpectedly, sending her texts that made her heart race, and saying things that left her speechless. And yet, she still refused to let herself believe it. Lando Norris, F1 driver, Monaco resident, and the man who could have anyone he wanted, was pursuing her. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be real.

“You’re such a flirt,” she muttered, turning away to grab her drink from the coffee table. They were at a friend’s house, some casual gathering she hadn’t expected him to show up to. But of course, he had. He always found a way to be where she was.

“I’m not flirting,” Lando corrected, his voice low and smooth as he stepped closer. “I’m stating facts. You’re stunning, Y/n. And honestly, I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice.”

Y/n’s grip tightened on her glass. Pretending? What was he even talking about? She wasn’t the one pretending here. She was the one trying to keep her feelings locked away, trying to ignore the way her stomach flipped every time he smiled or the way her skin tingled when he brushed against her. Meanwhile, Lando was… well, Lando. Confident. Charming. Persistent.

“You don’t have to pretend anything,” she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “But you also don’t have to say things like that just because—”

“Just because what?” he interrupted, stepping even closer until they were almost touching. His cologne—something subtle and expensive—wrapped around her, making it hard to think straight. “Because I mean it? Because I’ve been trying to get you to see that I’m serious for six months now?”

Y/n swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Lando…”

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “Do you really think I’d waste my time chasing someone I didn’t want?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, there was a loud crash from the kitchen. Startled, she jumped, her drink slipping from her hand. The glass shattered on the floor, and instinctively, she bent down to start cleaning it up. She bent down to pick up the shards, her movements quick and flustered. The loose, flowy blouse she wore—soft and barely clinging to her frame—shifted with the motion. The neckline dipped lower than she realized, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, there was nothing but skin. Her breasts, bare and exposed, caught the light as the fabric slipped away.

Lando froze. His breath hitched, his eyes widening as he took in the sight. The room seemed to shrink, the noise of the party fading into a distant hum. He didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t look away. The curve of her breasts, the softness of her skin—it was all so unexpected, so utterly captivating.

Y/n straightened abruptly, her face burning as she realized what had just happened. She clutched the edges of her blouse, pulling it back into place, but the damage was done. Lando’s gaze lingered, heavy and unapologetic, before slowly lifting to meet hers.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the party. Her fingers fumbled with the fabric, trying to secure it, but her hands felt clumsy, betraying her nerves. She glanced up at Lando, who was staring at her with wide eyes and a grin that could only be described as shit-eating.

“Well,” he drawled, crossing his arms and leaning against the couch. “That’s one way to get my attention.”

“Shut up,” Y/n hissed, grabbing a napkin to wipe up the spilled drink. But as she moved, she could feel his eyes on her, hot and heavy, and it made her heart race in a way she couldn’t ignore. She stood up abruptly, tossing the napkin onto the table. “It was an accident, okay?”

“Sure it was,” Lando said, his tone teasing but his eyes still dark with something she couldn’t quite name. He took a step toward her, his presence overwhelming. “But you know what? I’m not complaining.”

Y/n glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. How could there be when he was looking at her like that? Like she was the only person in the room. No, the only person in the world.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he shot back, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered for a moment, sending a jolt of electricity through her. “But seriously, Y/n. Why do you keep pushing me away?”

She hesitated, her mind racing. Because she was scared. Because she didn’t believe someone like him could truly want someone like her. Because the thought of letting him in terrified her more than anything else.

But before she could answer, the sound of laughter from the kitchen broke the moment. Lando sighed, dropping his hand and taking a step back. “We’ll finish this conversation later,” he promised, his voice soft but firm.

Y/n nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. And as she watched him walk away, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, she should take the risk. After all, Lando had spent the last six months proving he wasn’t going anywhere. Maybe it was time she stopped running.

---

Later that night, after most of the guests had left, Y/n found herself alone with Lando in the living room. The air between them was thick with tension, and she could feel his eyes on her as she sat on the couch, nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence. “Are we going to talk about what happened earlier?”

Y/n’s head snapped up, her cheeks heating once again. “Nothing happened,” she insisted, though her voice wavered.

Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Right. And my imagination just decided to conjure up images of your—”

“Lando!” she interrupted, her face burning. But despite her embarrassment, there was a part of her that felt… bold. Empowered, even. He had been chasing her for months, and maybe it was time she stopped holding back.

Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked over to where he was sitting. “Fine,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “You want to talk about it? Let’s talk.”

Lando’s eyes widened slightly, but he recovered quickly, leaning back with a smirk. “I’m all ears.”

Y/n hesitated for a moment, then, before she could second-guess herself, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her bare chest to him. Lando’s jaw dropped, his eyes locking on hers with a mixture of shock and raw desire.

“Now,” she said, her voice trembling but determined. “What do you want to say?”

The room seemed to shrink as Y/n stood there, her chest exposed, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Lando’s eyes flicked down for a moment, lingering on her bare skin before snapping back up to meet hers. His smirk had faded, replaced by something far more primal.

“You really know how to make a man speechless,” he said, his voice low and filled with a warmth that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/n swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of herself. “I… I didn’t mean—”

Before she could finish, Lando reached out, his hand searing against her hip as he pulled her sharply onto his lap. She gasped, her hands instinctively landing on his shoulders for balance. His grip tightened, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other slid up her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine.

“Don’t” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, “don’t try to take it back now.”

Her heart was racing, her body betraying her resolve as she felt the heat radiating off him. She should push him away. She should stop this. But she couldn’t. Not when every part of her was screaming to stay close.

Lando’s hands moved slowly, almost reverently, over her skin. His fingertips trailed along her side, sending goosebumps in their wake, before sliding up to cup her breast. She inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering shut as his thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing it into a hardened peak.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Every time I see you, all I can think about is this. About touching you. Making you feel good.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as he leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. She wanted to speak, to say something—anything—but words failed her. All she could do was hold on as he explored her, his touch igniting a fire she hadn’t known she was capable of feeling.

His mouth traveled lower, leaving a trail of kisses along her collarbone before latching onto her breast. Her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his tongue swirled around her nipple, sucking gently but relentlessly. Heat pooled between her thighs, her body arching instinctively into his touch.

“Lando…” she breathed, her voice shaking.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with need. “Tell me you want this.”

It wasn’t a demand—it was a plea. And in that moment, Y/n knew she couldn’t lie to herself anymore. Not when every fiber of her being was crying out for him.

“I do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Lando’s face before he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry, desperate, full of all the pent-up desire they’d both been holding onto for months. His hands roamed her body, claiming every inch of her as if he couldn’t get enough.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, and it only fueled her own need. The world outside this room ceased to exist. There was only Lando—his touch, his taste, the way he made her feel completely and utterly alive.

When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless. He rested his forehead against hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/n smiled faintly, her fingers trailing down his jaw. “I think I might have some idea.”

Lando chuckled softly, his hands moving to her hips. “Good. Because I’m not done yet.”

Before she could respond, he stood, lifting her effortlessly in his arms. She let out a surprised laugh, clinging to him as he carried her to the couch and laid her down gently. His body hovered over hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

“Let me show you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

She nodded, her voice catching in her throat as he kissed her again, his hands exploring every inch of her body. His touch was deliberate, each movement designed to unravel her completely.

As his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, Y/n’s breath hitched. “Lando…”

“Trust me,” he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. “I’ll take care of you.”

And she did. In that moment, surrounded by him, she trusted him completely. When his fingers found her core, she gasped, her body arching into his touch. “Oh god…”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice achingly soft. “Let go.”

And she did, her world shattering into a thousand pieces as he brought her to the edge and pushed her over.

Lando pulled back slightly, his breath uneven as he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. Y/n lay there, her chest rising and falling, trying to steady herself after the intensity of the moment. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, his thumb tracing over her cheek as his lips curled into a soft smile.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “You okay?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing as she tried to meet his gaze. “Yeah… I’m more than okay.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her briefly again before pulling away. But instead of resuming where they left off, Lando reached for her shirt, which had been discarded earlier in the heat of the moment. Gently, he slipped it back over her head, covering her with care. She blinked up at him, confused.

“Lando?” she questioned softly.

He sat back, running a hand through his messy curls before meeting her eyes again. His expression was warm but filled with a new resolve. “Get your stuff.”

Her brows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“Because we’re leaving,” he said simply, standing up and offering her a hand.

---

Lando’s hand was warm against hers as he led her out of the party, fingers intertwined tightly, as if he were afraid she might slip away. The cool London air brushed against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through her body. She glanced up at him, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked, her voice trembling slightly. She already knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from him.

He turned to her, that mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “My place,” he said simply, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “Unless you’d rather not.”

She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. This was Lando Norris—charming, confident, and everything she never thought she deserved. But the look in his eyes, the way he spoke to her like she was the only person in the world, made it impossible to say no.

“I… I want to,” she admitted softly, her cheeks flushing.

His grin widened, and he pulled her closer, his free hand resting gently on her waist. “Good,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

The car ride to his apartment was a blur. His hand never left hers, his fingers occasionally tracing patterns on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He kept stealing glances at her, his gaze lingering on her lips, her neck, her hands—anywhere he could touch, anywhere he wanted to touch. And every time their eyes met, the tension between them grew thicker, more intoxicating.

When they finally arrived at his building, Lando led her inside with an urgency she hadn’t expected. The elevator ride felt eternal, the silence heavy with unspoken words. She stood close to him, her shoulder brushing against his arm, and when he shifted slightly, their bodies pressed together, her breath hitched.

As soon as the doors opened, Lando tugged her toward his apartment, unlocking the door with practiced ease. He stepped inside, pulling her with him, and the moment the door closed behind them, he turned to her, his hands cupping her face.

“Tell me if this is too much,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “But I’ve waited too long to kiss you again.”

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, urgent and demanding. Her hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. He tasted like mint, intoxicating and familiar, and she couldn’t help but lean into him, her body humming with need.

His hands slid down her sides, settling on her hips, and he pulled her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the hardness of his chest against hers, the warmth of his body seeping into her skin, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Lando rested his forehead against hers, his eyes dark with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw.

She swallowed hard, her heart racing. “I think I have some idea,” she teased, her voice shaky but playful.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, and then he was kissing her again, softer this time, more intimate. His hands wandered, exploring every inch of her as if memorizing her shape, her curves, her reactions. And when his fingers found the hem of her shirt, he paused, looking at her with a question in his eyes.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, he lifted her shirt over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up. His eyes widened for a moment, taking in the sight of her exposed skin, the curve of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened under his gaze.

“Third time tonight,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Still just as fucking breathtaking.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. There was something about the way he stared at her—like she was the only thing that mattered—that made her feel bold, unashamed. She arched her back slightly, letting him see more of her, and watched as his jaw tightened.

“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice low, teasing.

He let out a rough laugh, his hands sliding up her sides, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just below her breasts. “Like? Y/n, I’ve been obsessed since the first time I saw you. But this…” His thumbs grazed her nipples, and she gasped. “This is beyond anything I could’ve imagined.”

His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She reached for him, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush, her bare chest pressed against his shirt. He groaned, his hands moving to cup her breasts, his palms warm and firm.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he said, his voice rough, almost pained. “How much I’ve thought about touching you, tasting you…”

She bit her lip, her hips instinctively grinding against his. “Then stop talking and show me.”

A wicked grin spread across his face, and before she could react, his mouth was on her neck, sucking and biting in a way that made her knees weak. His hands never left her breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs circling her nipples until she was gasping for air.

“Lando…” she moaned, her fingers gripping his shoulders for support.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his lips trailing down to the curve of her breast. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “God, I want you so much.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His mouth closed around one nipple, sucking hard, and she cried out, her body arching into him. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure. His free hand slid down to her jeans, popping the button open with ease, and she knew there was no turning back now.

He kissed her again, deep and passionate, his hands roaming freely now, teasing and tempting every part of her. And when he finally lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom, she knew there was no turning back.

The room was bathed in moonlight when he laid her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He stripped off his own shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his chest, and she reached for him, eager to feel his skin against hers.

“I want you,” she confessed, her voice trembling but steady. “All of you.”

A slow smile spread across his face, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. “You have me,” he promised, his hands sliding under her hips to remove her jeans. “Every part of me.”

As their clothes fell away, leaving nothing but skin and desire between them, Y/n realized she had never felt more herself than she did in that moment. With Lando, she wasn’t hiding, wasn’t pretending. She was just her, and that was enough.

And when he finally joined her on the bed, his body pressing into hers, she knew this was only the beginning.

Lando’s lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he reached the curve of her shoulder. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch like he was memorizing her. She arched into him, her fingers clutching at his back, nails lightly scraping against his skin. He groaned low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver through her.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His lips continued their descent, leaving a trail of fire down her chest until they reached the swell of her breast. His tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak before taking it into his mouth. Y/n gasped, her head falling back against the pillows as pleasure shot through her.

His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips firmly as he moved lower. He kissed a path down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel before he settled between her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with hunger, and she could feel his breath ghosting over her most sensitive area.

“Lando,” she breathed, her voice trembling. She knew what he was about to do, and while the thought sent a thrill through her, she couldn’t wait. She needed more. Now.

He grinned, that mischievous glint in his eye she had come to adore. “Patience, love,” he teased, his fingers brushing lightly over her inner thigh. “I want to taste you.”

Her heart raced, but she shook her head, her hand reaching down to stop him. “No,” she said, her voice firmer than she expected. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Right now.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk. “Someone’s eager,” he said, his tone playful. But there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze or the way his breathing had quickened.

She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she met his eyes, her own filled with determination. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” she reminded him, her voice low but steady. “And now… I need you. All of you.”

His smirk softened into something more tender, and he leaned up to kiss her. It was slow, deep, and full of promise. “Then you’ll have me,” he whispered against her lips. “But don’t think I won’t make you beg for it later.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her hands moving to his shoulders as he positioned himself above her. Her heart pounded in anticipation, her body already aching for him. When he finally pressed into her, she gasped, her head dropping back against the pillow as pleasure coursed through her.

Lando paused, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming in shallow pants. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. He kissed her deeply before beginning to move, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.

Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as her nails dug into his back. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the soft moans escaping her lips only spurring him on. Every touch, every movement, felt like electricity surging through her veins.

“Look at me,” Lando commanded, his voice husky but gentle. She opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze, and found herself completely lost in him. In that moment, there was nothing else—no doubts, no fears, just the two of them, consumed by each other.

“You drive me crazy,” he admitted, his pace slowing slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “In the best way possible.”

She smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Because you’re stuck with me.”

He laughed softly, the sound sending a warmth spreading through her chest. “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied before capturing her lips in another searing kiss. His movements became more urgent, his hips driving into her harder, faster, until she felt herself teetering on the brink.

“Lando,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. “I’m so close…”

“Let go,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “I’ve got you.”

And then she was falling, stars bursting behind her eyelids as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out his name, her body trembling as he followed her over the edge, his own release shuddering through him.

For a moment, they lay there, still connected, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Lando brushed a kiss against her forehead, his arms holding her tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice light but affectionate.

She swatted his arm playfully, though she couldn’t suppress her smile. “Only for you,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing again.

He grinned, that boyish charm that always made her heart skip a beat. “Good,” he said, his hand cupping her cheek. “Because I plan on keeping you very needy.”

Y/n laughed softly, but her heart was racing for an entirely different reason now. The vulnerability of the moment hung in the air, and she realized she couldn’t hold back any longer. If she didn’t tell him now, she might never find the courage.

“Lando,” she started, her voice trembling slightly. His thumb brushed against her cheek, his eyes searching hers as he waited patiently. “I… I need to say something.”

“Go on,” he encouraged gently, his gaze softening.

She took a shaky breath, her hands resting against his chest. “I don’t know when it happened, but… I’ve fallen for you. Completely. I kept telling myself it was just a crush, that it would pass, but it hasn’t. And it won’t. I care about you so much, Lando, and—”

Before she could finish, his lips were on hers, silencing her words with a kiss that left her breathless. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his own emotions shining brightly in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

Her brows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He smiled, brushing his nose against hers. “Six months. Six painfully long months where I’ve done nothing but think about you. Wanting you. Yearning for you,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “From the moment we met, I knew there was something special about you.”

Her eyes filled with tears at his confession, and she reached up to frame his face with her hands. “I wish I’d told you sooner,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Hey, none of that,” he said softly, kissing away the tear that slipped down her cheek. “We’re here now, aren’t we? That’s all that matters.”

She nodded, her heart swelling as he pulled her into his arms. “I love you, Lando,” she whispered, her words barely audible.

“I love you too, Y/n,” he replied without hesitation, his voice steady and sure. “So much.”

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped up in each other and the overwhelming realization that they were finally on the same page. No more hesitations, no more holding back—just them, and a future they couldn’t wait to explore together.

[heich0e]

rintarou plays with a bit of ribbon left strewn across the floor, twirling it around his long, lithe fingers idly. it's green and velvety, and slips easily between his digits as he winds it slowly between the valleys of his knuckles, humming a little tune to himself.

as you approach him in the living room by the christmas tree, he looks up at you with a soft, content smile on his face.

"here you go," you say, handing him the cup of coffee you've just prepared, steam curling from the surface. it's in a novelty mug he got you last christmas, shaped like a cute little character from a sci-fi franchise you've loved since you were a kid, and he takes it with an appreciative nod—careful not to spill a drop as the cup passes from your hand to his own.

you take a seat at his side with your own cup of coffee once he's taken his first sip.

"mmm," he hums once he's swallowed the mouthful. "it's good."

"i put some cinnamon in the french press," you tell him, leaning a bit against his arm, your cheek resting on his shoulder as the two of you sit tucked together on the living room floor beneath the tree.

"festive," rinatrou says with an approving nod, shifting so you press even closer to his side, his arm snaking back around your waist.

it's been a slow, easy morning in your nagano apartment. you insisted on opening gifts first thing, because that's what your family always did growing up, and even though rintarou wasn't much of a holiday person to begin with he indulged you without question. it wasn't a grand, elaborate ordeal, just a couple of gifts exchanged between the two of you; some new headphones for rin, some perfume for you, little bits of clothes for each of you here and there. your mother had sent each of you a new pair of mittens (though your card had included an unsubtle but endearing note about how it would be a shame to cover up the new ring you've recently started wearing on your left hand) and rin's sister sent you a popular local tea from the town where she's attending university.

"did you have a nice christmas?" you ask rintarou as he takes another sip of coffee. he hums in agreement, looking down at where you're tucked into his side.

"did you?"

you echo his earlier hum.

"we should clean up," you say, looking around the room at the torn gift wrap and boxes on the floor. "i need to clean up from making the coffee, too."

rintarou dips down and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "you do that, i'll take care of this stuff."

you nod, pulling yourself away from the warmth of his side, pushing yourself back up to your feet as rintarou crawls towards the mess at the bottom of the tree.

you're just about to cross the threshold to the kitchen when you hear him say.

"oh, there's another gift under here."

"what?" you ask, turning back to face him. heat suddenly floods your face when you see him kneeling underneath the tree with a familiar gift in his hands. it's not a very large gift—a slim little package only a bit bigger than the size of his hand—so while you're not surprised it went unnoticed at first, you're mortified when you realize what's about to happen.

"it's for me," he says in confusion after reading the tag, glancing over at you.

"um," you stumble a little over your feet as you try to cross the room towards him. "what if you wait to open that until late—!"

rintarou's finger is already under the edge of the wrapping paper, though he hasn't properly ripped into it yet. he's watching you curiously as you approach him, a glint of something in your eyes that's caused you far too many headaches in the four years the two of you have been dating.

"rin, stop," you say to him, and though you make every attempt to sound firm, the demand comes out more pleading than anything.

"what did you get for me?" he asks, a lilt of mischief in his tone as he peels up the corner of the wrapping paper ever so slightly.

"it's nothing important," you insist, falling to your knees beside him and trying to cover up the present with your hands. "you can have it later."

"but it's christmas now," he counters, slipping the gift out from your hands and holding it away from you. "plus all the other presents are opened, it'll be lonely under the tree all by itself."

"rintarou," you groan, tipping yourself face first into his chest to hide your shame. the telltale sound of wrapping paper tearing tells you that as much as he might love to indulge you, he delights in tormenting you even more.

"what is this?"

you refuse to pull yourself away from his chest.

its quiet for a moment. you hear some shuffling, and you can clearly picture rintarou turning the little package over in his hands as he scrutinizes it.

"was this supposed to be for me?" he asks after a moment, clearly confused.

you don't say anything.

you don't even move.

"did you fall asleep?" rintarou teases you, rubbing at your back as you keep your face hidden against his chest.

"no, i died," you answer, but the words are muffled by the material of his hoodie.

"oh no, not on christmas. how tragic," he drawls jokingly, but you don't laugh.

"...baby..."

"...babe."

"why did you buy me a present i don't understand just to get mad at me about it?" he mutters when you don't respond to any of his beckoning.

finally you separate yourself from his sweatshirt to peer up at him resentfully.

"it is for you," you mumble under your breath, answering his earlier question. you snatch the package out from his hands, tucking it against your chest with your arms crossed over top of it. "but i'm the one who's supposed to wear them."

you watch the realization dawn on rintarou's face. if you weren't so hideously embarrassed, you might even find it in yourself to laugh at the almost cartoonish expression of enlightenment.

"oh," he breathes. "oh."

suddenly he's in your face, dipping down to meet you at eye level, his nose brushing yours.

"you got those just for me?" he asks, and you can almost taste the cinnamon on his lips.

"yeah," you answer quietly, and he kisses you to muffle the little groan the slips out of his lips at your answer.

with one hand cradling the back of your head, rintarou lowers you back onto the ground, slotting himself between your thighs as they part to welcome him. his tongue slips between your lips to meet your own, the warmth his hands gliding up over your hips towards your chest.

you don't resist as he slips the little box out from your grasp.

rintarou pulls away, and you look up at him from your position on the floor as your chest heaves. the look in his eyes as he appraises the gift lacks any of the confusion it had a moment prior, replaced now with a heady, palpable lust.

he turns the box around towards you, and you have no choice but to look at the silky sheer tights in their luxurious packaging.

"this is a very thoughtful gift," he says to you quietly, his voice low and a little strained. the bulge in his gray sweatpants, which has only gotten larger since his moment of realization, does not go unnoticed by you.

"it's easy to buy gifts for a pervert," you mumble, hiding your face under your hand.

slowly rintarou lifts your hand from your face, and you watch under heavy lidded eyes as he lifts it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles tenderly—right over the ring he put there a few days prior.

"are you gonna put them on for me?" rintarou speaks into your skin, his lashes fluttering in a way that might seem sweet if the circumstances were different. you take the package from him, slipping your fingertip under the lip of the packaging to pry it open.

you glance up at him again.

rintarou laughs breathily as he meets your gaze, and you catch a glint of teeth biting down into the plush of his lip like he's trying to restrain himself.

there's a sudden thickness in your throat. a knot in your stomach. anticipation thrums just underneath your skin, prickling up to the surface with every gentle touch of his hands.

you tilt the opened package back towards him.

"don't you wanna put them on me yourself?"

he'll be the one tearing them off you in a few minutes anyway, so he may as well enjoy them while they last.

[irlsiths]

NIGHTS LIKE THIS ⟡ ݁₊ .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“i think about you, and nothing else..”

bsf!chris x reader

contains: fluff ! (slight) making out, a tiny bit of angst

you sighed quietly as you watched the sun set in chris’s car. gosh, it was so peaceful. it was quiet, but not an awkward quiet.

you glanced at chris, who was staring straight forward. the sun hitting his face in just the right way. he was beautiful. was it bad to feel this way about your best friend?

you just looked back at the sun, listening to the cars go by.

“y’know..” chris started, breaking the silence, “i—i know i don’t say this often but.. i love these moments with you.” he muttered softly, glancing in your direction for just a second.

you slowly turned your head to face him, a subtle smile resting on your lips as you spoke, “i do too.”

he just quietly stared at you, his eyes wandering down, not so subtly. before they suddenly looked back up into your eyes.

“you’re like my little getaway.” you joked, chuckling. and you earned a small chuckle from chris aswell.

but then, you shrugged. “no, seriously man. i can always be myself around you.” you smiled shyly, looking at him.

he smirked, turning his body to face you more. he liked that, liked that you were your true self around him, and only him.

“i love you man, you’re my bestfriend.”

his smile almost immediately faded, and he scoffed under his breath, facing forward. “yea, ‘f course.”

your smile was quick to falter as well, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. what is he talking about?

“what? what is it? what did i say?” you said softly, not wanting to make him even more upset than what he obviously is right now. but, damn, were you curious.

he huffed, shaking his head. “nah, it’s nothing.”

but you sighed, you didn’t like when he got like this. all—quiet and upset. you weren’t gonna let him sit there and sulk.

“chris, seriously. what’s the matter with you? talk to me.” you said softly, gently trying to grab his hand to get his attention.

“no, i hate when you do that shit.” he said almost immediately, tugging his arm away, he was on fire now.

“that whole ‘best-friend’ thing. it’s all bullshit, and you know it!” he ranted, not even taking a glance at you.

“fuck, baby. i’m—so sick of waiting for you! waiting for you to finally be mine. you’re so blind—god, you’re so stupid.”

your lips parted in shock, and you just stared at him. trying to wrap your head around the fact that he liked you, back. you couldn’t even believe it,

so this wasn’t all one-sided feelings this entire time?

“chris look at me.” you whispered, and it didn’t even leave your lips all the way before chris turned to you. his eyes tired and upset.

“i don’t see you as just my friend.” you shook your head, not breaking eye-contact with him. “you’re so much more to me.”

he paused, staring at you for a second before whispering back.

“c’mere.” he mumbled, gently reaching over and pulling you onto his lap, hesitantly placing a slow kiss on your lips.

you smiled placing your hands on both sides of his face, tilting your head to kiss him back. just as eagerly, and slow.

it didn’t take long before chris started getting needy, licking your lips as he silently begged for your permission to taste you.

once you parted your lips, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, arching his back to be closer to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as your tongues fought for dominance.

if anything; chris was making the most noise. letting out needy whines and moans, mumbling your name against your lips.

you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair, earning another groan from chris. gosh, he was so gone for you.

he huffed, getting impatient now. he gently started grinding against you, trying to show you how much he needed you.

“backseat, now.”

💌 hi, this one was so long i’m sorry 😭 but i’m back, (hopefully for good) should i make an nsfw part 2?

[ver-yappen]

Realistic Baking with Jimmy, Sassy, & Max. Drabble

Max Verstappen x Reader. Fluffy.

Max arrives home as the cats are “helping” you bake for the holidays.

~~~

"Sassy, please." You begged the Bengal. "Off the counter, cats aren't allowed here." She jumped down, knowing she was on your last nerve, but to her it was a fun game.

You sighed, now you had to clean the counter again so you could roll out the pie dough. The irritation ate at you as you wiped the countertop down with soap and water for the third time. You threw the paper towel away and turned back around, only to be met with Jimmy now on the countertop. You barked out a noise that was a mix of a laugh and a groan, walking over to the counter and just standing in front of the cat, shoulders dropped and head down.

Jimmy rubbed his head against your arm for pets and you scratched behind his ear. "Jimmy, I think I was too overzealous with this baking stuff."

"Are the cats helping?" You jumped as Max snuck into the flat, putting your hand on your chest as you turned. A smile spread across your face as your eyes met Max's. "Helping isn't the word I would use but they are here." He walked forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body to his. Your arms slipped around his waist and you couldn't help but melt into his body. You stood there for a moment just enjoying each others touch.

A small 'mew' caught your attention and you turned your head to see Jimmy still on the counter, pawing at Max's arm for attention. "Ah, jealous are we?" Max asked and you smiled as you both started petting Jimmy. Sassy joined and you started to pet her.

You and Max continued to hug as you both pet one of the cats. Suddenly, Sassy wacked Jimmy in the face and jumped down. Jimmy followed, chasing her down the hall. "That didn't last long." You laughed and looked up at Max as your arm snaked back around his waist. He smiled down at you and kissed you on the tip of your nose. "Let me go change and I'll help you. I will probably be as much help as the cat's but-" he shrugged and smiled.

You jokingly made a pained face. "Jimmy, Sassy come back here, dad's going to try and bake." Max bent down and blew a raspberry into your neck, tightening his grip on you.

You giggled and tried to push away from him as the feeling sent tickles down your body. He finally let you go and you stepped back, still giggling. "Okay, go change." "Why?" he asked as he slowly started walking towards you. "I think it's time for you to take a break." You slowly stepped back holding one hand out so he couldn't tickle you more.

You laughed out of the slight panic of the impending tickles and Max was grinning ear-to-ear as he walked you back to the counter. Your body hit the counter and you had nowhere to go. "No, no, no. I have to finish this." You giggled and Max's hands held your shoulders as he blew another raspberry into your neck. A squeal escaped your lips and Max's hands left your shoulders, only to grab you around the waist. You squealed again as he lifted you up into the air.

"Max!" You giggled as he threw you over his shoulder. “Jimmy, sassy, help!” You joking yelled as Max carried you to the bedroom.

You did eventually finish the baking with Max’s help, he proudly only burnt one thing.

[wlfchnlv3r]

Hehe can I request anything with changbin please pookie

Sticky

Bimbo! Fem reader x soft boyfriend! Changbin

Synopsis: You boyfriend is so needy in the morning and as he always says “morning sex is the best sex” or something like that🎀

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: smut, fluff, sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that at home pls), riding, belly bulge, size kink, fluff pt2.

Note: I really don’t know, I function in reverse(?), I mean- in the last period I’m reading books like “little stranger” so, not a light reading, but when I write i want to add fluff scenes and a lots of love.

It is exactly 5 am and you are pace fully sleeping in your hello kitty pyjamas near your boyfriend, Changbin, who is now awake.

His eyes slowly opening to the sight of your sleeping form next to him. He couldn’t help but immediately feel his hard cock between his legs.

He shifted himself, moving closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He nuzzled his head into your hair, his lips lightly tracing over your ear as he spoke softly at first, "Babe..? Wake up..".

You move a little yawning.

Changbin smiles as you move, knowing you’re waking up now. He pulls you closer again, so that your back is pressed against his chest, his breath hot upon your neck.

"Wake up, babe..” your boyfriend whispered again, his free hand now beginning to lightly caress your hip.

You half open yours eyes at the sound of his voice, “mhh- what’s happening?”.

He chuckles at your sleepy voice, planting a small kiss upon your shoulder, “Come on, look at me, I wanna see your pretty face.." he whispers, before he starts to nip and suck on your neck, wanting to wake you up fully now.

You slowly turn around looking at him with sleepy eyes.

Changbin chuckles again, this time when he sees your messy sleep face. He smiles, his eyes looking down at you as he takes in your messy hair, half-closed eyes, and the sleep still in them from waking up so suddenly.

"There’s my sleepy beauty..” He whispers as his hand that was once on your hip, now moves to gently caress your cheek.

You immediately smile, your boyfriend is the most lovesick person on heart, with you at least, and you love him for that.

Changbin’s smile widens as you finally smile at him. He moves his head closer, leaning his forehead against yours as he caresses your cheek with his thumb, "Mm, you’re so cute first thing in the morning” he said, his eyes now looking over your face, scanning every feature and loving every second of it.

Your body instantly moves closer to his, holding onto him, “I love you, Binnie”.

Changbin wraps his arm around you, pulling you completely flush against him. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin, and leaving small kisses as he replies back to you, "I love you more…” he mumbles, his hand on your back now slowly tracing patterns up and down your spine.

Your boyfriend continues to hold you close against him, his hands now slowly moving further down your back, and then lower to your hips. He begin to slightly grind his hips up against you, his head still buried into the crock of your neck, and his lips still on your skin, "You’re so sexy without even trying.." He mumbles in between kisses, his hands gripping your hips tighter now as he continues to grind slowly against you.

And there, you feel it, “Binnie..you are so hard”.

Changbin moans against your neck, his lips still leaving kisses upon it, but his body now completely flushed against yours, "Can you blame me? I woke up like this” he replies in a whisper, before giving a small bite upon your skin.

You smile widen, you’d do anything for him, “we should do something about it, mh?”.

He lets out a small moan at your suggestion, the sound muffled against your skin as he was still pressing kisses upon your neck, He lets out a shaky breath before speaking, his hips still pressed against yours, "Mm, you’ll take care of me, right babe?”.

You just nods, now fully awake.

He couldn’t resist the urge to pull away from you for a moment to look at your face. He moves his head and look down at you, his eyes filled with hunger and lust as he took in your smile.

Your boyfriend smirked, his hand that’s still on your hip, now moving to rest on your thigh, “Come here..” He whispers, his voice low as his hand squeezes your thigh and pull you even closer to him.

You take the chance to straddle his lap, positioning on top of him.

Changbin makes a small groan at the feeling of you straddling his lap, his hands now gripping your hips a bit tighter as he looks up at you, his eyes scanning your face, “You always look so good like this~” He teases, his hands sliding up now, now resting on your waist.

You slightly laugh, “on top of you?” you ask.

He smirks and nod, his eyes wandering down now to your hips, which were sitting in his lap and resting on his upper thighs, “Yeah.. and just look at your hips..” he said, his hands now gripping your hips a bit tighter and pulling you to grind down harder against him.

“Binnie- just let me pull of my hello kitty shorts and-“; Changbin’s breath hitched at your words, his head slightly tilting his head back as his hips involuntarily jerked up against you, “Yeah.. do it ” He whispers as he looks back up at you, biting down on his lip, his eyes glued to yours.

With the most ungraceful movement you pull of your shorts, followed by your panties.

Changbin’s breath hitched again as he watches you undress, his hands still on your hips, fingers pressing down into your skin slightly where he was gripping it.

He looks down between the two of you now, his eyes widening at the sight of you fully naked on his lap, “F-fuck” he mumbles in a low tone, his hands gripping your hips a bit more as he felt his breathing get a bit heavier.

You giggle and start to pull his boxer down his muscular legs “can I?”.

“Yeah, of course you can babe~” He replies, his hands moving to the waistband of his black boxers, slowly pushing them down. now completely bare in front of you.

He hums, his head falling forwards as his forehead now rested on your shoulder, his hot breath against your skin as he mumbled in a shaky voice, “And now you’re sitting on my lap with nothing on…how am I supposed to control myself?”.

You caress his cheek and slowly whisper “the other day you promise me i could ride you this time…”.

Changbin leans his head into your touch, still against your shoulder, and his eyes shutting as a shiver ran down his spine, “I did.. I did promise you that..” He mutters under his breath, still feeling your body sitting on his lap, straddling him and making him feel impatient.

“Wanna ride you, Binnie please…” you plea looking directly at him.

Your boyfriend eyes darkens at your request, a shiver running down his spine as he listens to your words. He quickly licks his lips, his eyes traveling down and then back up again as he let out a shaky breath, his mind imagining you on top of him, “God.. yeah, babe..” He whispers, his hands gripping your hips again, “Yes you can, go on”.

You smile proudly before beginning to lower yourself on his length “yeah- just- just let me adjust a little…you are so big”.

Changbin nods, his head falling back and closing his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he feels you slowly lower down onto him. His hands grip your hips a bit tighter, as he holds himself back from involuntarily pushing you down in one quick motion, “G-gotta take it slow, babe… I-I’m sorry, I know I’m big..” He mutters, his eyes still shut, and his breathing a bit heavy.

As you try to take more inches he lets out a small groans, his head thrown back, with his breath labored as he feels you attempt to take all of him. His hands are digging his fingers into your hips, his patience practically wearing out at this point, “F-fuck.. you’re doing s-so good..” He mumbles, still feeling you slowly lowering down onto him and attempting to take all of him.

You whine, your hole a little swollen from the effort to adjust onto him, “just a bit more”.

Changbin groans again, his eyes closing and mouth hanging open as you whine, sounding wrecked and desperate already. His hands were still on your hips, his grip on you practically bruising with how tightly he was grasping them, “Y-yeah.. just a bit more for me, baby..” He mutteres, his voice strained as he could feel himself being taken in more and more by your pussy.

You close your eyes, it was always like this, even if you and your boyfriend were together since the first year of college, you always had problem adjusting to his length, “little help..?”.

Changbin nods in response, his eyes still closed as he’s focused on your every movement. He lets out a shaky breath before quickly opening his eyes, his hands moving up from your hips to your waist as he quickly helps you take him all in, ”H-hold on to me..” He mumbles, his eyes now looking directly at you, waiting for a reaction.

You whine and nod in response.

Changbin’s grip on your waist tightens a bit more than he lifts you up just slightly, helping you to fully take him in and then he lets you sink back down on his dick, a low and guttural moan escaping his lips, mixed with your name, “T-that’s it.. just like that..” He mutters, his eyes going dark and hungry again as he moves one hand from your waist up to your face, caressing your cheek.

You close your eyes, it was not pain but a little discomfort, that’s all, in a few minutes it passes.

Changbin watches you closely, his breathing a mixture of labored and shaky as he feels you adjusting to his length, a sense of satisfaction coming over him that he’s able to cause you to react and do that, “You can move when you’re ready, babe..” He mutters, his hand still on your face, gently caressing it as he waits for you.

After a few moments you start to slowly move on his cock.

Your boyfriends lets out a low groan, his head falling back again, his eyes shutting tight as he felt you start moving on him. His hands clenched around your waist and your hip, his breaths getting a bit more shakier, his mind losing its focus, “D-don’t go too slow, baby.. or I’m gonna lose my mind..” He mumbles, his voice strained.

You increase your pace, resting your hand on his muscular torso.

Changbin’s eyes squeezes shut tighter, his hips slightly rising up from the bed, matching the pace of your movements. His hands on you gripped again, leaving marks and bruising your skin as he holds himself back from taking more control over you, “F-fuck.. you’re doing so good for me..” he mumbles, his breathing labored and heavy, his body twitching occasionally due to the pleasure he was feeling from you.

His breaths were becoming shorter, his moans and curse words only getting louder as the only thing that could be heard between the two of you were the sounds of your skin against his, and the soft sound of the bed creaking.

After a few moments of your steady movement, Changbin seems to be getting more and more impatient, losing control as he lifts his head to look at you with his eyes half-hooded and darkened with more lust than before, “Mmmh.. faster.. I need you to go faster, babe,” Changbin grunted, his hands grabbing your hips and trying to pull you down harder, his own hips raising up to meet your movements at a stronger pace.

You whine loudly as his hips press roughly against yours, “f-fuck… I feel so full-“.

“You’re taking me so well..” He praises, his hands still on your waist as he tries not to move as he lets you feel him being completely inside.

You move faster now, trying to feel him more and more.

Your boyfriend has to close his eyes again, as he let himself get lost in the feeling of your body against his. His breathing was becoming heavier, his body starting to get a bit more impatient as he could feel the pleasure building up inside him. He groans and let out some more moans, still trying to hold himself back and let you keep control.

“F-fuck.. don’t s-stop,” he mutteres, his head still thrown back, his hands gripping you tighter.

“Binnie- want you to breed me” you admit, lost in pleasure.

Changbin’s eyes almost popped open after hearing your words, his brain instantly going blank as he processes what you just said. A mixture of a groan and and a huff escaped his lips as all the self-control that he was desperately trying to maintain, was starting to slip away just like that, ”Yeah.. yeah, you want me to breed you, right now?” He asks, his eyes opening again, completely dark and lustful now as he looks up at you.

“Y-yes- let’s get you out of this condom please- don’t like it”.

He nods, his eyes half-lidded again as he listens to your words, already knowing that your not a fan of it, but he wants to hear you say it again, “Yeah.. you don’t like it,” He confirmes, holding back from ripping it off himself. He slowly push out of you and start to take the condom off fully and pulling it on the pavement, ”You happy now, baby?” he asks, a hint of teasing in his voice as he looked up at you, his eyes still dark and hungry as he continues pulling you down on him.

Meanwhile you lower yourself on him again, returning to the precedent pace.

Changbin lets out a sound that’s mixed between a groan and a moan again in response, his hips twitch slightly, and his hands continues pulling you down against him, ”God, baby.. s-so good..” he mutters, his brain becoming a mess, as he’s now feeling you against him in an way that he hasn’t for the longest time.

At some point changbin changes position, placing right behind you, his hands resting on your hips.

You gasp a little feeling him moving a bit closer behind you, his hands still resting on your hips, and his body pressed up against yours, "I got you, baby," he whispers as he start to kiss your neck, one of his hands moving to your waist, and the other grabbing your shoulder, pulling you back against him.

With one deep thrust he’s inside you, he lets out a moan and a sound that’s a mixture between a whine and a groan as he feels your walls sucking his cock.

His arms are holding you tight against him, and his lips still on your neck, ”F-fuck.. baby..” he groans, his brain completely wrecked.

Your finger immediately tangles up in the bed sheets as you moan desperately.

Changbin’s hands are on your waist, holding you tight as he continues to move his hips back and forth against you, his lips now trailing down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as his mind is a total mess at this point. He’s lost all sense and control, the only thing on his mind, is losing himself in the feeling of being inside you right now with nothing between the two of you.

You guys are completely lost in each other at this point, making little to no sense as the sounds coming from this room and especially no worrying of the mess on the bed.

He has lost all control, his mind completely clouded with only one thing in mind, the pleasure and the feeling of being inside you right now, ”Babe.. you’re taking me so well..” He groans, burying his head against your neck, his lips against your skin.

You are so close, the sensation of him being inside of you never gets old, it’s always like the first time, “Binnie, I’m so close”.

Your boyfriend grunts in response, his breathing heavy and labored, his head still buried against your neck, “Me too.. me too, babe...”, his mind focused on holding on for just a little more. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge as well, his body starting to twitch, and his arms holding you tighter against him.

And as yours legs start to shake and you let your orgasm takes control, Changbin gives you a few deep thrust and he can’t hold on any longer, feeling your whole body shaking against him makes him finally let go over the edge as well. He makes sure to to spill his cum inside of you, not moving to prevent the liquid from dripping.

His breathing is slowly starting to even out, his head still buried against your neck, and he holds you close against his chest, "God.. you were so good for me”, he mutters against your skin, the sound of his voice still a bit shaky as he tries to regulate his heartbeat that’s starting to slow down.

Changbin takes another shaky breath before lifting his head up, and slowly pulls himself out of you, still holding you close against him. He slowly rolls over and lays on his back, pulling you with him, and holding you against his chest.

You try not to close your eyes because of how tired you are after taking him for so long.

Changbin notices you trying to keep your eyes open, and he lets out a small chuckle “you don’t have to force yourself, babe.. If you’re tired, just close your eyes. I got you..” he says, his voice still low and soft as he brushes his fingers through your hair while holding you close against him.

You yawn, “but- we need to clean up… everything is sticky”.

Changbin shakes his head, and gives you a small smile, ”Don’t worry about that right now, we can do that later. Right now, I just want to hold you “, he says gently, pulling you closer against him, and wrapping his arms around you, not letting you move away from him.

You nod and some minutes later you are already sleeping against him.

Just a few hours later Changbin lets out a yawn as he opens his eyes, and looks down at you in his arms, "Hey, sleepyhead...time to wake up.." he says, his voice low and soft, as he gently shakes you a little.

You move a little, “yeah…”.

Changbin smiles and kisses your forehead gently, "There we go, that's more like it.”, he says, ruffling your hair a little, "Now come on, we gotta clean up a bit.. We're a complete mess..".

You nod in agreement, “yeah- I’m sticky” you admit.

He sits up in bed, his eyes going over your body, and taking in the mess you guys made, "Yeah, sticky is one word for it.." He says with a small grin as he looks back at you, “Let's go take a shower, baby..".

You are a little sore but you manage to get up.

He can't help but notice your slight limp, and it only makes the small grin on his face grow. He moves to your side, wrapping an arm around your back, and supporting your weight, "Careful, babe.. here, lean on me..".

Changbin holds you close against his side, his arm around your back, and he slowly starts walking to the bathroom, making sure to keep you steady and don’t let you stumble, "There we go, that's a good girl..",

You are so grateful to have a boyfriend like him, for most of the guy you are just a cute face with a nice body but not for him.

He helps you wash your body, making sure he’s gentle and not putting too much strain on your legs. The two of you quickly wash up, and get out of the shower, Changbin grabs a towel, and starts to dry you off, his eyes roaming your body as he does.

“Thank you Binnie, I love you…” you says with a soft tone.

He looks up, his hands stopping the motion of drying your body, as a smile appears on his face, "Of course, babe.. I love you too.." he says, leaning up and giving you a small kiss on the forehead, before resuming drying your body off with the towel.

After putting on some clean clothes, Changbin helps you change the sheets on the bed, both of you working silently but in sync. He sneaks glances at you as you go, observing your movements and your expressions, and silently admiring your appearance. With the new sheets on the bed, he flops down on the bed, pulling you on top of him.

“Mh- we should do this more often- also, you give me the best belly bulge of my life” you giggle.

Your boyfriend lets out another soft chuckle, and you feel his lips turn into a smirk against your neck. One of his hands drifts down to your thigh, gripping it tightly, and squeezing it, "Best, huh? You don't think you could possibly take more then?" he asks, his voice sultry and low, the teasing hint clear in it as he nips at your neck.

“It’s a challenge?” you ask laughing.

Changbin lifts his head away from your neck to look up at you, his hand still on your thigh, and his grip tightening a little without him realizing it.

His eyes staring into yours as his lips curl into a smile, "Challenge, is a strong word, babe.. I was going to call it a mission..".

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love bites [l.d.n]

pairing: Vampire!Lando Norris x GN!Reader wc: 1.5k cw: dub-con to slight non-con, this is lowkey just me being horny an: its the way this was suppose to come out in october (halloween) then on christmas (yesterday) but i went and put this off a grand total of like 5000 different times like...... the title has nothing to do with this whatsoever LOL

You were sure this wasn’t how Lando wanted to spend his night, forced to bite air as you grinned at his misery from under him, forced inches away from you despite the fact that you could freely feel him up.

It was like the air had stiffened up in the room, and despite the window being cracked open, tension between you almost seemed to mount as he tried to figure out what you’d done.

You could clearly see the sweat percolating on his bare skin with how close he was to you, forming a soft sheen in the moonlight with how hot and bothered he was becoming. His breathing was uneven, pupils blown wide even in the darkness of your room. 

It was almost endearing, save for the sharp glint of his fangs as he barely held back a snarl at your teasing. You could almost imagine what it’d feel like with him running his teeth through your neck, and you shivered at the thought.

He wasn’t happy at all, but you? Oh, you were having the time of your life with this.

"You think this is funny?" He snapped, voice rough and frayed as his eyes ran up and down your neck. He wasn’t even trying to hide his hunger, eyeing you down as if deciding what he wanted to do with you first when he got his hands on you.

“Maybe,” you stifled a snicker, unable to hide your grin as you inspected his face. “Do you like it? I think this necklace you gave me is really my favorite now.”

His muscles ticked as he glared at you, clearly unimpressed by your antics. His whole body was betraying just how much restraint he was exercising, and you were gleeful. "Fun?" he repeated, lowering his voice. "You think this is fun, I'll show you fun when I tear apart your little witch friends, whichever one of them enchanted this for you.”

You shrugged, tangling your fingers in his damp curls, pulling gently at them while he clenched his jaw. “Not my fault, I just thought it would be kind of funny to see you try. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried some of those antics earlier this week, huh?” 

For a moment, you thought he might finally snap, might try to rip it off your neck. But instead, he just let out a low laugh, earning a slight flinch from you. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” He seethed. “Playing games like this. You really wanna keep testing me like this sweetheart?”

The sudden spike in his anger had you scrambling to cover, scoffing to hide your alarm. “It’s just a little fun, Lando. Plus, it’s not like you’re dying of hunger, right? You can live with this for a couple hours.”

Lando’s gaze darkened at your words, and the smile faltered on your lips as you noticed how still he’d gone. “Oh, come on, you’re not actually mad, are you Lando?” His silence was unnerving you, and you barely regained your composure as you watched him shift again, ignoring as you tapped his arm for his attention.

“Lan? Are you upset with what I did because- ” you started cautiously, your hand reaching up to fiddle with the chain.

“No, I’m not.” he murmured, voice void of the pulsing anger from before. The shift caught you off guard, and alarm bells went off at the softness he was suddenly showing, you could see the calculation in his eyes even as they moved away from you. “I could never stay mad at you, even when you’re testing my patience like you are right now, sweetheart.”

You questioned what was with the sudden change of heart, but you allowed him to lean in nonetheless, letting his lips brush against your temple in the ghost of a kiss. You barely noticed how one of his hands trailed up your body, your breath unconsciously hitching as his thumb grazed the chain.

“This thing...” he started, fingers slowly looping under the chain. “It’s really something, isn’t it? A gift for you, and you’ve gone and weaponized it. Clever girl.”

His fingers tightened around the chain, the metal digging slightly into the back of your neck as he gave an experimental tug.

“But baby,” he continued, voice dripping with honeyed venom, “you should’ve known better than to bite the hand that feeds you, yeah?”

Before you could stop him, he yanked it off, the sound of the metal snapping resounding through the air. You could see the indents of the pattern on his palm, burning him to pull it off.

You froze, mind racing at the realization of what just happened.

Lando’s smile twisted into something predatory as he tossed the broken chain to the side, clearly pleased with himself. “That’s better, isn't it?” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the freed area. “You’d think that they’d at least cast a more durable charm. This burn was barely worth all that struggle.”

You yelped when his head dipped against your neck, pressing his lips to your pulse point and scraping his fangs on the area. His teeth almost broke the skin when he stopped, hovering over the spot for a couple of moments before he stopped to look at you.

“You’re trembling. Are you scared?” you hated the fact that you could hear the layers of satisfaction dripping from his voice, smug and undefeated.

“N-no, no I'm not.” You stuttered, the heat rushing to your face as he pulled back, smirking as your eyes met.

“You sure you wanna lie to me about that baby?” he countered, teasing, “I can hear your heartbeat going crazy in there.”

“I am not scared of you,” you hissed weakly, even as you allowed him to dip back down to your neck, close for comfort. “You can’t-”

“Liar liar,” Lando coaxed mockingly. “And I'm not cruel enough to do what you thought I was going to, not unless you want me to...” He positioned himself to bite again, and you squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the jolt of pain keeping your adrenaline thrumming.

Instead, nothing came, and you jolted as he laughed in your ear.

“You know what? I’ll give you a choice if you so desperately want it.”

Your hands tightened on his forearms, keeping your eyes away from his as your nails dug into his skin. You were already mad, mad enough to let him in, what was just a little more? 

“What’s it going to be, sweetheart? You're gonna keep being stubborn?” he interrupted, the kiss on your neck sending jolts of electricity through your body. “Just say the word, or I’ll make that choice for you.”

You didn’t respond, clenching your jaw even as he forced you to look at him, pulling you flush up against him. Your resolve was wavering and he saw it, clear as day.

“I see,” he said finally, his response dripping with mock disappointment. “You’re gonna make it work for it. Have it your way then.”

He sank his teeth into your neck not even seconds later.

The pain was white-hot, spreading through your body, and eventually replaced by warmth radiating from the bite area. Your heartbeat, erratic as it was, slowly started to calm down as well. It was like moving in molasses, fever pitch draining you of energy. The rush of relief from the burn was dizzying, though your nerves were buzzing from the shock all the same. 

He’d pulled back enough to give you a glance, breath warm against the puncture marks. You flinched at the sensation, a small whimper escaping your mouth as he tried to shush you.

“Easy, sweetheart," he murmured, tilting your neck and exposing it further. "I’ve got you, just relax."

You felt his words before you could process them, a swipe of his tongue over the wound. However, it just made your head reel, caught by the confusion at what he was doing.

“What are you doing?” You blurted out, trying to meet his shameless eyes even when he pushed your head back to gain access to your neck.

“Cleaning up,” he replied, continuing to smooth over the ache, “Wouldn’t want this to be a mess.” 

“God, you’re relentless,” you hissed, jolting back from the sensation. “And you’re not a cat either, so stop licking me like that.”

“Are you sure you really want me to stop? I’m starting to think you might actually like it when I get this close. You sure as hell make it easy for me, if nothing else.” He shrugged, pausing for a moment almost as if inspecting his work.

You glared at him and he ignored it, dipping back down to nip at your shoulder. You hit him, startled by his brazen behavior. Although at this point, you fully expected it from him. Lando pulled back just enough to catch your eyes, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “See? I knew it,” he cackled. “You really are into it. Couldn’t stop yourself, could you?”

“You are insufferable,” you fumed, “in-fucking-sufferable.”

“Maybe,” he replied nonchalantly, leaning in to meet your eyes this time. “But you love it. Admit it.”

You rolled your eyes, but the heat rising in the back of your neck told him everything.

“I’ll take that as a yes, you know it’s a part of my charm, don’t you?”

You hated that he wasn’t entirely wrong.

[twirlyleafs]

Falling apart, together.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: part 2 to Falling apart, alone. Landos still struggling, but maybe he’s willing to accept the support?

TW: bad mental health

Notes: thank you so much for the response on the first part!! xx

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That night the house felt impossible quiet. P held you tightly for what felt like forever, her hands running soothingly up and down your back. The tension lingered in the air like an unwelcome guest. Max sat across from where you curled up against his girlfriend, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, face contorted in frustration. No one said anything for what felt like forever, each one of you too deep in your own spiraling minds, until the sound of movement in the kitchen cut through the silence. The following sound of the front door opening had all of you freeze, breaths caught in your throats. No one moved, not until the low rumble of the car engine filled the space. Your stomach sank as you heard the car pull out of the driveway, the sound growing fainter until it disappeared. With it Lando. You didn’t dare look up at P or Max, afraid that the emotions on their faces matched what you were feeling too. Pietra was the first to move, her grip on you loosening as she instead dragged her hand through your curls. Max sat stiffly, hands now clenched so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

”Fuck.” Max muttered, voice thick. ”Fuck I- I should’ve stopped him. Should I have stopped him? From leaving?” At the anguish in his voice you lifted your head, pulling away slowly from Pietra. Max looked at you, searching for an answer, and you carefully shook your head.

“I don’t think that would’ve made it better.”

”If he wanted to leave he would’ve left anyway, maybe only more upset.” Pietra agreed and you nodded again. Max stared at the two of you for a moment before he nodded too. Once again silence settled between you. Eventually the weight of the evening became too much to bear and you forced yourselves to move, even though none of you really wanted. All of you paused in the hallway and Pietra wrapped you up in her arms, ensuring you everything would be okay, before she slipped into hers and Maxs shared bedroom. Max paused before following her, eyes lingering on you. Eventually he reached an arm out, snaking it over your shoulders and pulling you against his chest.

”We’ll get through to him. I promise.” The promise was nice but his voice was heavy with concern and guilt. ”I just, I’m glad I’m not alone this time. I’m glad he has you, too.”

The bed felt cold and almost foreign as you crawled in under the covers. The loneliness was bad on its own already but the faint trace of Landos scent on the pillow had your chest ache. Reaching for your phone you swallowed harshly, desperate to keep the pressing tears at bay to be able to see your screen clearly. You wrote out the text, hesitating for only a moment before hitting send. Seeing the text go through gave you a bit of relief and despite not expecting a response you at least knew you had done everything you could. After a final glance at the text you let out a deep breath, locking your phone before curling up on his pillow.

Be safe. I love you.

The night dragged on and with every passing moment you longed more and more for sleep, even though it felt very far away. You were alert, hearing the sound of the car coming back even before it pulled to a stop. Staying completely still, barely breathing, you listened to Lando opening and closing the front door. You curled tighter into yourself, straining to pick out every sound. He didn’t come upstairs right away, instead there was the faint creak of floorboards and the soft clink of something in the kitchen. Your mind started to race, what was he doing down there? Minutes dragged on, each one feeling longer than the other until suddenly, silence. The absence of sound made your chest tighten. Was he staying down there? You desperately wanted, needed, to see him. See that he was okay. But you were afraid you’d scare him away again if you went looking. Although, the thought of him sitting alone down with only his own mind as company had you want to cry again. Pressing your eyes shut you clutched the duvet. Just as you were starting to convince yourself that he wouldn’t come the softest creak of the bedroom door broke through the room. Your heart jumped, the lump in your throat growing, but you stayed completely still. You felt more than heard his movements, the mattress dipping gently under his weight as he sat down on the edge. Lando stayed there for a moment, sitting in complete silence as if he was preparing himself while you stayed with your back turned towards him. You knew he could tell you were awake but you didn’t dare say anything, involuntarily treating him like a scared animal. Finally he shifted, slipping in beneath the covers with careful and deliberate motions. Everything seemed to move in slowmotion and once again it felt like forever with nothing. Not a sound, not a move. Then suddenly you felt it. The softest touch of his fingertips against the back of your arm, so light you thought you might’ve imagined it if it wasn’t for the way your whole body shivered. The touch was tentative, making it clear he was just as scared as you were, but it was enough. It was an apology without words, a plea for comfort he couldn’t quite get out in words yet. You turned slowly, your gaze meeting his in the darkness. His eyes were red-rimmed, probably matching yours, and you could see the tension in his brows. Jaw. Shoulders. The vulnerability in his posture was unmistakable. Without another thought you reached out, carefully stroking a curl from his face. You could hear his breath hitch and for a few seconds you both stayed frozen until he finally let out a shaky breath. A moment later he was leaning in, his body curling against yours with a desperation that made your chest ache. Lando practically clung to you, and you did your best to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Keeping him safe. Your fingers found their way into his hair, threading through the soft curls, and his grip on you only tightened. As if he was afraid you might pull away.

”I’m not going anywhere baby.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, muffled against his skin, and you felt his uneven breath against your neck. He didn’t cry, but the tremor in his exhales told you enough. This wasn’t the strong, playful and confident Lando you were used to. This was the part of him he rarely showed, the part that felt small and lost. The part that desperately wanted help but couldn’t ask for it. As you pressed your lips to his temple you felt him sink deeper into your embrace, body slowly relaxing at least a bit. You didn’t speak more, didn’t need to. Instead you just held him, offering the safety you knew he needed. Offering to remove some of the weight he constantly put on his own shoulders. You didn’t need to fix him, you just needed to promise him he wouldn’t have to face anything alone. Ever.

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You stirred awake to the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, pressing your eyes shut tighter. You didn’t want to wake up, not yet, the exhaustion from yesterday still lingering. Instinctively you reached for him, fingers only finding the coldness off the empty mattress and immediately making your stomach sink. He was gone. Turning around you laid there for a while, staring at the empty slot next to you where Lando had been. He had, right? He had come home in the middle of the night, you couldn’t have imagined the way he clung to you. Right? You took your time getting up, dragging yourself through the routines of the morning before slowly making your way downstairs. When you entered the kitchen Pietra and Max were already there. P sat at the kitchen bar, nursing her coffee, while Max leaned against the counter. Both their heads snapped up to look at you, concern and curiosity clear on their faces.

”Did you see him?” Max cut straight to the chase, obviously having heard as Lando came back in the middle of the night too. You nodded softly, accepted the cup he offered you. Staring down into it you sighed.

”Yeah. I didn’t think he would come to bed but he did. He-” you paused, feeling almost bad for spilling your intimate moment with Lando but also knowing Max needed the reassurance. He deserved to know, needed to know Lando was if not doing better at least not pushing you away as harshly. ”He let me hold him. We didn’t talk but-” you trailed off when you met Maxs gaze, a mixture of relief and sadness.

”Good. That’s good.”

”He’s out running now. I met him on his way out.” Pietra explained. You nodded but didn’t respond, the words lodging somewhere in your throat. Despite the nights small victory yesterday’s tension lingered in the air, heavy and almost suffocating, and none of you said anything else after that. Together you filtered out on the back porch, breakfast plates in hand, and settled into the soft lounge furniture. The view was beautiful, sunlight spilling over the hills beyond the garden, the distant sound of birds chirping, the water in the small pond glistening. It all felt somehow muted though. You picked at your food, mostly pushing it around on your plate. P occasionally shot you a glance, her lips pressed into a thin line as if she wanted to say something but thought better of it. The second Max was finished with his breakfast he’d wandered down towards the pond, saying something about needing some time alone, and was now sprawled out on the grass letting the sun warm his body. You felt for him. He’d been through this before, although not as bad as now, and you could see the toll it took on him to constantly worry about Lando. He’d been his protector for years, since they were kids, and you couldn’t be more grateful for him always sticking around. You were so deep in your thoughts you didn’t noticed the door sliding open, not realizing Lando was joining you until he slowly sank down in the couch opposite you. His hair was damp, probably fresh out of the shower, and curling in soft swirls over his forehead. You could tell he was nervous, uncomfortable, by the way he didn’t relax into the chair like he normally would. Instead his posture was stiff and uncertain as his eyes flickered between you and Pietra. P watched him for a moment before she stood.

”I’ll go and keep Max company.” Neither you nor Lando answered but you saw the way he tried to offer her a grateful smile when she passed him. P paused for just a second, letting her hand land on his shoulder before she disappeared down into the garden. The gesture was light, quick, but meaningful and you felt your heart swell at the sight. The warm feeling in your chest was brief, quickly replaced by a sense of worry again when Lando slowly met your gaze across the table. He shifted in his seat, fingers restlessly fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. You didn’t push him. Finally he exhaled, voice quiet but clear as he spoke.

”I’m sorry.” You swallowed hard, letting the words settle between you before speaking up. Your own voice was soft, careful as not to frighten him.

”Do you want to talk about it?” He hesitated, fingers tightening around the fabric of his shorts as his eyes flickered away from your face for a moment. His jaw clenched and you almost feared he might retreat entirely, shutting down the conversation before it even began, but then he nodded.

”I don’t want to,” he admitted reluctantly. ”But I know I probably should.” You didn’t answer, giving him space to find his own words. He stared down at the coffee table for a moment, gaze distant, before he carefully began to speak again. ”It’s hard to explain, I guess. I feel like there’s this…pressure, all the time. Like I can’t stop, can’t slow down. If I do…” he trailed off, shaking his head is if he regretted his words. You shifted in your chair, letting your feet drop down on the floor so you could lean forward. Lando met your gaze again and you offered an encouraging nod. With a deep breath he continued. ”It’s, I guess it feels like I’m constantly running on a treadmill and no matter how fast I go it’s never enough. There’s always more to prove, more people to please, more to do. If I stop…” his voice cracked and he swallowed hard. ”If I stop everything will fall apart.” Your heart ached at the rawness of his confession, of the pain and fear on his face.

”You feel like you’re carrying everything on your own?” You offered gently, hoping to help him untangle his thoughts. Lando nodded slowly before shaking his head.

”Yeah, and I know that’s stupid because I know I have people…both at work and, you know. I have Max, mom and dad, you.” His voice softened at the last word, letting it linger for a moment. ”I know that but I can’t shake this feeling that I’m falling and that you can’t…” Once again he trailed of and you could tell he felt guilty, guilty for letting all off this spill. With a deep breath you pushed yourself up on your feet, Landos head immediately snapping up to watch you. For a second he looked scared, probably because he thought you were leaving, but then his face softened when you rounded the table to where he sat.

”Can I?” You asked quietly, nodding next to him in the couch. He nodded, trailing you as you sank down. When you reached out to lay a hand on his knee he quickly wrapped his own around it, squeezing it gently. Flipping your hand you let your fingers intertwine with his. ”Lando.” you began softly, watching him as he watched your hands. ”You don’t have to do this alone. I know it feels like everything is on you, and a lot is, but you don’t have to do it alone. We’re here for you, not to fix anything but to help you deal with it. Especially when it gets too much.” Lando let out a shaky breath, shoulders slumping.

”I don’t know how to let go. I don’t- I’m not good at asking for help. And I don’t want to bring you down with this stuff, it’s-”

”Lando that’s where you’re thinking wrong. You don’t bring me down, or any of us. We want to help, to support you. That’s what you do with people you love, you help each other and you’re there for each other.” Finally he lifted his head, eyes glassy and filled with a vulnerability you wished he showed more often.

”I just don’t know how.” His voice was thick with emotion.

”That’s okay. You’re trying, and that’s more than enough for now. One step at a time.” You leaned closer to him, lifting your free hand to stroke some curls away from his forehead, fingers trailing down his cheek. Lando stared at you for a while and you could see the turmoil behind his eyes, fear and anxiety mixing with the urge to let you in. Finally you saw something shift, his face softened and he forced himself to nod slowly. It was small, but it felt monumental. A few moments later Lando sat leaned back in the couch, arms wrapped around your frame as you curled up against his chest. The silence settled around you again but it wasn’t suffocating like earlier. Now it felt hopeful, like some sort of new start. Landos fingers found your arm, tracing soft, aimless patterns. For him the touch was grounding, a way to anchor himself even when his thoughts were scattered. For you it was a constant reminder that he was still here, not completely shutting you out. When you finally spoke your voice was soft, almost tentative, but with a firmness born out of both love and concern.

”You know Max isn’t angry with you.” His fingers seized their movements and you heart ached when you heard him inhale sharply. Tilting your head slightly you could see his jaw tensing, but he didn’t respond. ”But I still think you owe him an apology. Not for being upset but…” you trailed off as Lando began to nod.

”For what I said. I know.” He exhaled, shifting to sit straighter while also not pulling away completely. His voice was low and strained, filled to the brim with regret. ”I’ve been feeling awful about it since it happened. I didn’t- I didn’t mean it. The words just came out before I could stop them and I- fuck.”

”I know you didn’t mean it. So does Max. But it still hurt him.” When Lando only nodded, his arms slipping from you so he could lean forward with his elbows on his knees, you sighed softly. Leaning forward you gently rested your hand on his back and when he didn’t pull away you moved to lean your cheek against it too. ”It’s not about blaming yourself Lando, it’s just about making it right. Max loves you, he wants to be there for you, you just have to meet him halfway. Like you’re trying with me.” He stayed quiet for a moment but didn’t pull away as your hand traced patterns along his back. Finally he spoke, still shaky but with more determination.

”Okay. Yeah.” For a while he stayed still, collecting his thoughts, and then with a deep breath he stood. You let him go, watching as he trudged down across the garden toward where Max was stretched out on a towel. Your eyes stayed fixed on them as Lando stopped by Max, saying something you couldn’t hear, shoulders hunched in vulnerability as Max sat up. A beat later Max nodded and got to his feet, the two of them trudging further down the lawn towards the small pond together. You barely noticed P come and sit down next to you, only reacting when she spoke up.

”What’s going on?”

”Lando is apologizing.” She just hummed, shuffling closer to you until your arms were touching. Then you just sat there, observing the two men by the pond. Lando’s head was slightly bowed, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, while Max stood with his arms crossed, listening intently. The conversation stretched on, and you could see the emotions flowing between them, the occasional nods, the way Max shifted his weight thoughtfully. Then, sudden enough for you to inhale sharply, Max reached out to grasp Lando’s shoulder firmly. A moment later Max pulled him into a hug and you thought you might start crying again as you watched Lando cling to his best friend. You tore your gaze away from them when you heard P sniff beside you, turning to look at her.

”They’ll be okay. We all will be.” She offered softly and for the first time in a while you felt relief flood your body. Nodding you felt your lips curl into the first real smile since before all of this.

”Yeah. We will.”

[youleftmenochoicebut]

HATE TO BE LAME — james potter.

SUMMARY. — three times you almost tell James you love him + the one time you actually do.

PAIRING. — james potter x fem!childhoodbsf!reader

WARNINGS. — fluff, angst, uhm… death? if smth else here may be triggering lmk, im still kinda learning all this

A/N. — sorry for cross-tagging! i think i only did on that first post, haven’t done it on the rest and def won’t do it again!

1970.

you’re sitting by an old oak tree, laying back against it, holding an apple in your hand. you throw it up in the air then catch it without much fuss, having been doing this for almost thirty minutes. it’s getting pretty boring, waiting for your bestfriend in your usual meeting spot.

the wheat field you and James have made your personal hang out place is perfectly centered between your houses, both of you having the same amount of road to pass to get here, and it’s been your favorite since forever.

most of the time, like right now, you meet to fly around and practice on your broomsticks, even though you’re too young to even have them. perks of being born in wizarding families that teach magic and all from the moment you’re born.

another heavy sigh leaves your lips, and you bite into your apple, chewing on it completely. the summer’s merciless this year, the temperatures especially high for britain, and the heat pisses you off even more than James being late.

you stand up after eating your apple, gathering your stuff annoyed, when he finally shows up. you hear him first, only then see him when you turn around.

“hi there, mate!” he calls out, clutching his broomstick in his hand as he practically runs to you, and you look at him unamused.

“you’re late, Jamie.” your lips quiver, and you cross your hands over your chest, quickly moving back to picking up your toys and others. “almost an hour.”

“i know, i’m sorry!” he groans softly, approaching you with an apologetic but still goofy smile, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “my mum made me tidy my room first. even under my bed! it was a nightmare!”

you pout, mulling over your options for an answer, careful eyes set on him and sliding over his form. his curls are messed up (you can see a spider web cling to them all the way from here), the glasses on his nose askew, and he’s breathing faster, probably running to you from home the whole way. you slowly nod, putting your things down again.

“i made you a wreath when i was waiting for you.” you say as you search through your bag, then pull out the wreath, motioning him to sit down in the shadows under the oak. the wreath is clumsy, but nonetheless pretty, mostly made of wild flowers, poppies and daisies.

you place it on his head, smiling when you notice his grin only get bigger, and you pull away soon.

“i’m gonna wear it all the time, Y/N!” James exclaims enthusiastically, waving his hands like an excited toddler, and for a while you let him tell you stories. when he mentions going into the nearby river to catch some frogs, you nod, but as he stands up you pull him back down, remembering your mother’s words.

you turn around to your bag, taking out a bottle of sunscreen, then look at him again.

“my mom said that her muggle friend bought her this. it’s a cream to protect you so the sun doesn’t hurt you!” you explain at his surprised expression, and you know you were the same level confused when your mother told you about it.

you squeeze some of that sunscreen onto your palm, from there putting it on James’ face and slowly rubbing it in.

“i think you’re going to be in Hufflepuff.” James murmurs suddenly and you raise your eyebrows, your hands freezing on his cheeks. “you’re just so kind.”

you and James are starting Hogwarts next year and the closer it gets the more excited you two grow, the only fear growing along with your excitement being that of a case where you don’t end up in the same house. with James being sure he’s gonna be a gryffindor, you’re sure you aren’t.

“my whole family’s been in Slytherin.” you shrug, renewing your movements on his face, and you’re trying hard not to chuckle when he makes a stupid face at you.

“well, it doesn’t matter to me!” he tugs at the end of your braid and you push him away playfully, rolling your eyes. “you’re my bestest friend. i’m gonna like you best no matter which house you end up in.”

that’s when it hits you. even thought you’re only ten, even if it doesn’t make sense.

i love you.

i love you, it rings out in your head like an alarm clock going off, i love you.

the words almost slip past your lips, but you manage to happily crook out something else instead.

“you’re the bestest, Jamie.”

1975.

“Y/N, stop running!” James groans as his eyes follow you around the huge room. you, him, Sirius and Peter have been doing the whole ordeal to become animagi for a good few weeks, and now that everything was done, the only thing left was to actually change.

the boys… aren’t having it, for sure. Peter’s all red on his chubby face, panting heavily, Sirius is deeply focused on the task (trying to act like a dog in hopes it’ll just work like that), James only has his eyes on you while Remus just reads a book in the corner of the room.

and you’ve actually managed to change into your animagi form after only a few hours of trying, now running around the room of requirement in your tiny arctic fox body, little tongue out cutely.

you stop in front of James, tilting your head, and then just reach out your paw to put it on his knee. he lets out a relieved sigh before you take off again, your claws making almost a clicking sound against the floor as you run over to lay down in Remus’ lap.

“oh, c’mon, mate! stop bragging, will ya?” James huffs, rolling his eyes as he leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. you whine, and Remus scratches you behind your ear, making you roll onto your back playfully. “Y/N, i’m not joking. change back.”

if you could, you would roll your eyes right now, jumping off Remus and freezing in place for a moment. it’s the first time you turn back into human form, and neither of you know how it’s actually gonna go.

so, mere seconds later, you’re laying naked on the floor in front of four teenage boys. Sirius smirks, but turns his gaze away soon enough, Peter looks away so quickly he bumps his head against the wall, and Remus doesn’t even glance up from his book at you.

James, on the other hand, skips over to you, throwing a blanket over your body. you sigh, suddenly feeling sore from the transformation, and you look at him with a frown.

“you alright?” he asks, reaching out to brush your hair back away from your face, and he gives you a smile.

„yeah.” you whisper, the frown on your face disappearing soon enough as you hear the voice in your head again. it’s quiet at first, growing louder by every second passing with your eyes set on him.

i love you. i love you. i love you.

but you keep your mouth shut, painfully aware of your friends being right behind you.

1977.

it’s snowing outside the castle, and it’s snowing lots. for early december you’d say it’s really a big amount. most of the students are out on the hogwart’s grounds, playing in the white landscape, while you are strolling down the halls with an obstinate expression on your face, holding your wand in your hand tightly.

you’re determined to tell James how you feel. finally, after all those years, you’ve decided it’s time. you bump into someone, only realizing it’s Remus after you’ve passed him, not even registering what he’s said to you. it doesn’t matter now, because you’re going to tell James how you feel and you’re going to live happily ever after.

yeah, right. sure.

you storm into the Gryffindor common room, practically jumping with each step you take, feeling like you could just fly off any second. you see James talking animatedly with Sirius on the couches, and they’re both as excited as you have ever seen them.

„hi, boys!” you skip over to them, ruffling Sirius’ perfectly messy hair, which earns a scoff from him, then turn to James „can i talk to you for a moment?”

„sure, foxy. what’s up?” he takes your wrist, leading you into a secluded corner of the huge space, and you can see him beaming. he’s always like a walking ray of sunshine, but now it’s all so… so much more. „oui, actually, i need to tell you something.”

your heart skips a beat at that. that’s it, you think, he’s gonna confess his undying love for me, for sure. well, the grimace that graces your features after his next words is a clear indicator that’s not true.

„Lily agreed to go on a date with me!” he practically, no scratch that, he definitely yells out, and for a moment you swear you can see his ears move in excitement. „can you believe it? i wanted to try, one last time, and i took Moony’s advice! i went up to her alone, and i just… just asked her. and she said yes.”

you nod, mustering up a small smile, but as James continues to yap along you dissociate. that’s not how it was supposed to go. yeah, of course you always knew James liked Lily. at least, that’s what he’s been telling you. you, and Remus, were never convinced. you’ve thought he liked the thrill, the adrenaline, that he just liked bugging her. apparently not.

you don’t realize you zoned out until his finger pokes your cheek, and your eyes snap back to him. you let out a forced chuckle, nodding again, before you manage to speak.

„that’s great, James.” you say, squeezing his hand with that fake smile on, and he’s too spiraled on the thought of Lily to notice you being off. „i hope Lils knows she just tapped a keeper.”

1978.

„stop messing it up, James.” you grumble as you adjust his bowtie for what must be the thousandth time, your tongue stuck out slightly in concentration as you fiddle with the material. sure, you could do it quickly with magic, but doing it like this makes you calm your own nerves.

„sorry.” he mutters quietly, his eyes darting all around the room before setting on you. you step back after a moment, crossing your arms over your chest while you look him up and down.

all the guests are out in the garden, already waiting for the groom to come out so the ceremony can begin. James looks absolutely handsome in his tuxedo, but honestly there’s not a time where this man doesn’t look fine as hell.

„don’t be nervous. you’re marrying the love of your life.” you smile at him softly, reaching out to smooth out the collar of his dress shirt, trying to keep your heart from sinking lower than it already has. „and if anything, Sirius and I will help you escape.” you add jokingly, winking at him in hopes of loosening up the atmosphere.

after all you’re his best woman. yeah, it sounds weird, but if Sirius is the best man, then you’re the best woman. that’s all you’ll ever be, and you’ve made peace with it. somewhat.

„yeah, foxy. right.” James lets out a heavy breath, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards ever so slightly, and he fixes up his curls once more. „we should go. Lils is all ready probably.”

„before we go…” you sigh, your lips pursing for a beat, your gaze turning gentler. „i love you, Jamie.”

you say those words, even though you know they will be misinterpreted. you say them, even though you’ll never explain them. you say them, and you wish you could see something click in his eyes, something that makes him realize it’s you he should be marrying right now.

you say them, and you watch him cheerfully reply.

„oui, i love you too, Y/N!” he chimes, giving you a hug too quick and too short to be anything more than friends, then takes a step back. „now, c’mon, i gotta get married!”

1981. (status: erased)

you’re here.

you feel your heart race in your chest as you stand in front of the Potter’s house in Godric’s Hollow. it’s been hours since it happened, a week since you last saw them, a day since you last talked to them.

you take a breath, then another one. it’s excruciatingly painful to just breathe, and the cold, almost winter air is not helping with that.

you’re only here because it’s your job. your partner’s off, talking to the neighbors, and you’re supposed to go in and investigate.

you know that someone took Harry to st. Mungo’s, probably one of your own subordinates, so at least you know your godson is safe.

but it doesn’t change the fact, the reality of what’s waiting for you inside.

your steps are slow, unsure, as you make your way inside. the house you had countless happy memories from and about, all of them destroyed now. without the lights on, without the sound of James’ and Harry’s giggles, without Lily’s warm smile, the house feels intimidating. threatening even.

you think of simpler times, or even moments from merely weeks ago, when your whole friend group hang out here. now, all that’s gone. Sirius just got arrested, Peter went missing, Remus locked himself out. Dorcas and Marlene grieved, so did Mary.

the wooden floor creaks underneath your leather boots, and you remember the time when last christmas Sirius hung there mistletoe, not realizing he would have to actually kiss someone else than Remus, and ended up giving plenty of kisses to James when they went in and out of the kitchen passing drinks.

you go past that, walking further into the house, and then you see him. well, not completely for now, just his legs. you can feel the lump in your throat grow bigger, and you swallow, your eyes watering already. you approach the staircase, falling down onto your knees without flinching when they hit the stair in a totally painful angle, and a sob rips through you. you look at the lifeless body of James Potter laying across the stairs, and you cannot control the tears that fall down your face.

you move up a few stairs, now sitting by his head, and you adjust his crooked glasses, feeling the salty taste of your tears on your lips.

„i love you, James.” you whisper shakily as your hand rests over his cheek, and another sob wrecks your body. „i’m going to raise Harry the best as i can, i promise.”

[to-the-stars8]

Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3 18+ MDNI

Chapter 13

Jason didn’t like pressing a gun to the barrel of people’s heads, more so when he had to pull the trigger, but that little worry was outweighed by the relief of getting things done. Especially when it meant he could put the mask and guns down to get back to you. You had quickly become Jason’s sanctuary in his hectic life.

Things with Bruce weren’t getting any easier, though with Dick they were. They would never agree on Jason’s approach to vigilantism, but they were more than that now. They were brothers. 

After leaving his crew to pick you up, Jason decided he would pop by your apartment to see how you were. He didn’t have time to get into his civilian clothes and walk over to your apartment, so he settled for sitting on the rooftop of the building across from yours. You were sitting on the couch switching between watching the TV and checking your phone. 

Jason thought about texting you, just to see your reaction, but suddenly Dick was there. Dick sat on the building’s ledge next to him, following Jason’s gaze to your window. 

He smiled as he said, “Spying on your girlfriend?”

“Just checking in on her,” Jason said slyly before going on. “I don’t have time to go down there. This is the next best thing.”

“They should have named you Tom,” Dick said with a shit-eating grin. “Since you’re a peeping Tom.”

“Shut up.” Jason rolled his eyes. He wasn’t wrong, Jason was acting like a peeping Tom, but it also wasn’t like that. He just wanted to see you. “How do you do it?” 

“Do what?” 

Jason shrugged. “You know. Being a boyfriend and a vigilante.”

Dick thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “It helps that we’re in the same field of work. More or less. Plus, Kori knows I’m Nightwing.”

Jason couldn’t tell if that was a slight on him or not but didn’t say anything about it anyway. He tried not to think much about telling you he was the Red Hood because he could only imagine your reaction. You might be disgusted being with a violent crime lord, or maybe not. Either way, he didn’t want to risk it. Especially when revealing Red Hood meant revealing Jason Todd, too. 

Dick was going to say something else before his phone started to ring. The call wasn’t long, but when it was done he was practically skipping away. When Jason asked where his brother was going, Dick only said that Kori was over at his place. Luckily no more explanation was needed. 

Jason snickered to himself before looking back to your window. You had turned off some of the lights in the living room, leaving the TV to illuminate your body. Initially, Jason thought nothing of it, until you began to strip. You were only wearing an oversized sweatshirt, leaving your breasts exposed when you tossed it to the side, leaving your pink, lacy underwear on full display. The underwear clung to your soft skin, and Jason wanted nothing more than to take them off with his teeth. Slowly, you pushed your fingers between your legs before you grabbed one of your decorative pillows. 

Oh, he was incredibly thankful for the timing of Kori’s call now. 

He should have looked away the moment that sweatshirt came off, but Jason loved looking at your body. His cock twitched in his pants, begging to be freed.

Slowly, you began to grind against the pillow. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you worked on getting the pillow just right so that it rubbed against your clit. When you found that perfect spot, you threw your head back and started a steady rhythm. 

Jason ran his hand over his clothed cock, trying to time his slow rubs with your thrusts. He wondered what got you going, and even played with the thought that you were thinking of him. Of course, he knew that couldn’t have been the reason, but it made white-hot pleasure course through his veins. He desperately wanted to touch you and be touched in return.

Your hips began to move faster, hands desperately looking for some purchase as your orgasm got closer. Jason squeezed his cock through his tactical pants, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. He wanted to cum with you, not even thinking about the mess that would be left behind.  Jason cursed himself for not being able to make that jump of intimacy, especially when you looked like you needed it. 

It wasn’t long before your hips stuttered in their thrusts and you stilled completely. Your legs were shaking from your orgasm, and Jason couldn’t help but cum. He felt the breath go out of him seeing your face contort with pleasure. When he watched you roll over, throwing the pillow onto the floor, Jason finally looked down at the mess he made. His pants had a stain on them, which he would not find enjoyable washing out later, but it was hardly noticeable in the dark. Looking back at your window one final time, he saw you pick up your phone, and type something out before putting it down again. 

Seeing that you were more than likely done for the night, Jason got up to leave. Then, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. 

Taking it out, he saw a text that read; Thinking about you <3

[springgirlshowers]

👋 haiii i love your writing so much. #perfect

i need more orgasm denial joost, possibly reader was denying his before he switched it on them? :3

No More Teasing

Summary: You love to tease Joost, Joost loves to tease you.

wc: 2214

cw: switch!joost, switch!reader, handjob, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, teasing, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!!!) crying, a hint of dacryphilia sweet sweet aftercare

Teasing was a common thing in your relationship. In and out of the bedroom.

You’d poke each other in the sides or tickle each other, you’d like ruffle Joosts pretty blonde hair, sometimes he’d pick you up and spin in circles, play fighting, just innocent messing around.

But in the bedroom, it was a whole another version.

Joost was laying with his head against the white pillows, you between his legs. The comforter and sheets pushed so far down they were on the edge of slipping off the mattress completely.

You knew Joost was close, he gave it away so easily with the way he tensed, the way his hand gripped the comforter, the way his hips bucked up and how he pluses in your hand, the way he repeated your name like a mantra.

The movement of your hand slowly came to a stop and you dragged it away. Joost let out a heavy breath of disbelief.

“Sorry, my hand started cramping.” You gave him an innocent smile, loosely shaking your hand. This is the 3rd time you’ve said that.

“Again? Already?”

“I should probably work out my wrists more often.” You shrugged, teasing him again by rubbing your thumb over his tip for a few seconds then taking your hand away again.

“You’re killing me here.” He sighed and dropped his head back against the pillow. You giggled before you began to kiss his stomach all the way up to his face.

“I can’t help it, you look so cute like this.” You smiled down at him, playing with a strand of his hair. Within what felt like a second, your waist was being grabbed and suddenly you were laying under Joost.

Joost smiled and kissed you before you could get any words out, his mouth moved down to your throat, making your hips buck at the satisfying feeling. He moved one hand down to cup your heat, rubbing it slowly.

Once his lips moved down to your chest, you arched your back to unclip your bra and flung it away off the bed.

Joost pressed sloppy open mouth kisses to everywhere on your breast, except your nipples. He moved his mouth so quickly you had barely enough time to feel the full satisfaction.

You already knew he was frustrated enough, deciding it was his time to get revenge.

He quickly pressed pecks all the way down til he reached the waistband of your underwear. He swiftly pulled them off your legs and threw them behind him.

Before you could even process it, Joost licked a stripe up your cunt and then connected his mouth to it, eating your pussy like a man starved.

You gasped and the repeated satisfied moans left you, his tongue worked in and out of you like magic, once he began to suck on your clit you could already feel yourself tense up, close to your orgasm.

You rolled your hips against his face. So close, so close, so so fucking close.

Then he pulled away, leaving you with nothing. You brought your head to look up at him with furrowed brows.

“I was running out of air.” He grinned mischievously. “Aw, liefje. You just had a tight grip on me with your thighs.” He cooed as he brought his hands back up to your naked breasts, groping them and using his fingers to pinch at your sensitive buds. Joost didn’t let go until you let out a small whimper. He could see the red prints against your tits.

Running his fingers down your sides slowly, tingling and tickling you.

He then grabbed the fat of your thighs massaging the flesh before moving his hand to your pussy. Collecting your slick on his middle and ring finger then swiftly slipping them inside you.

You moaned and clenched the sheets as his speed went slow to fast quickly. Joost looked at you and grinned as you let out pathetic whimpers.

To be even more evil, he placed his mouth on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves. You gasped loudly at the feeling and he could feel you clench around him, that’s when he withdrew his mouth and finger from you. You let out a frustrated groan.

“My hand started cramping.” He shrugged, using your words from earlier back against you.

You were so close to suffocating him with your thighs.

“You’re being so unfair.” You whined, Joost laughed.

“I could say the same about you earlier.” He grinned as he rubbed his hands up and down your legs.

He trailed his middle finger up your thigh and back in between your folds, sliding it up and down through the wetness. You attempted buck your hips and rock against his finger, but he took his hand away to press your hips back to the mattress.

“If you can’t keep still, I might have to tie you up.” He teased, it was an empty threat to get you riled up. He knew he would’ve only really done that if you’d asked him to, begged him to.

He got up from his bent over position, sitting you up as he slid himself behind you. Your back to his chest, legs now in between his, his hand running up and down your body, squeezing at your tits and pinching at your nipples. Making you arch.

He left one hand on your breast as the other slid back down to your heat, gathering your slick on your fingers and slowly inserting two inside. The stretch of his large fingers being pleasurable.

He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks as his fingers quickly sped up and curled inside you, you reached back to grab onto his hand, eyes fluttering shut.

“Feels so good doesn’t it?” He whispered, his breath fanning over your ear and tickling you.

“Getting close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching.” He whispered, followed by a kiss to your temple. You nodded as you let out little moans and pleas.

His movements came to a stop but he left his hands there.

“No!” You sobbed. “Just let me cum. Please quit stopping, I wanna so bad.” You tipped your head back and whined.

“You were so mean to me earlier? Why should I?” He asked mockingly.

“Please, please, I can’t hold back anymore.” You clenched around nothing. He gave you a dramatic pout, tilting his head and flicking his thumb down against your clit, causing you to twitch. He hummed and narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, acting as if he was making a decision.

His movements started back up and you breathed out a ‘yes’. His hand moving so fast his palm was hitting against your clit, he let out another hum and removed his fingers completely. You cried out in frustration.

“Please! I want to cum. I want to so bad please.” You cried. Joost let out a sigh, pushing you up slightly as he removed himself from behind you and got up off the bed. You could almost cry out of frustration, believing he was just going to leave you there.

“I’ll let you cum,” He said softly, a sympathetic expression on his face as he brought one hand up to cup your face. “but you gotta do it on my cock, liefje.” He spoke, grabbing you by your ankles to slide you down and closer to him.

You almost let out a sigh of relief, you nodded your head in agreement before dropping back against the pillows with closed eyes and a smile.

“Uh uh, you gotta look at me when you do.” You groaned and opened your eyes, watching him as he rubbed his length against your core and slowly inserted himself inside you, letting out a breathy moan. You felt like you could cum from him only entering you, he felt the same. He was just as pent up as you were.

His thrusts began slow and gentle, but deep. It didn’t take long for you to feel that heat build up again in your stomach, clenching around him and giving him a pleading look.

Joost nodded, your signal that he wouldn’t deny you this time.

You bit your lip as your face contorted into pleasure, letting out stuttered moans and gasps. You kept your eyes on him. It was almost like a staring contest, more of Joost staring deeply into your eyes with his pretty blue ones as you tried to keep your eyes open throughout your orgasm.

He kept fucking you even after the aftershocks, no plan to stop anytime soon. He took your legs and laid your ankles over his shoulders, this new position and angle feeling lethal.

“J-Joost! Fuck! It’s so much!” You cried as you pushed your hand against his pelvis while he thrusted.

“I thought you wanted to cum?” He hummed, tipping his head at you.

“I did- I- I already did.” Of course he knew that.

“So you want me to stop?” His thrusts slowly came to a stop, he was teasing, also a bit worried.

“No!”

“A-are you sure?” Joost asked, feeling a bit concerned as he saw your eyes well up with tears.

“Yes! Please keep going! Please!”

“Whatever you say, liefje.” He shrugged, picking his pace back up.

All other thoughts from your mind were gone, you were only focused on the pleasure and the need to cum again. Tears fell down the sides of your face as you gripped at his biceps.

“Still so pretty, even when you cry.” He smiled, removing one hand from your leg to wipe away your tears. He took his thumb to your lips, you opened your mouth to let him slip it inside, you sucked on it like your life depended on it, the salty taste of your tears on your tongue. Your eyes shut.

Fuck. You were already nearing another orgasm?

“Oh God, I’m gonna….I’m close. Gonna cum again.” More hot tears fell and Joost picked up his pace.

“Shit. Doing s-so good for me.” Joosts head fell back, his big hands gripping onto your thighs and pushing you onto his cock as he pounded inside you.

The clench of your cunt around him again was the cherry on top to send him over the edge. His dick pulsing and shooting white ropes of cum inside you.

He finally came to a stop, he let you drop your legs from his shoulders and he bend down, placing chaste kisses all over your chest, neck, and face, the room filled with nothing but the sound of his kisses and both of your heavy breathing.

“Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.”

“Was I too harsh?” The immediate drop getting to him, he began to feel guilty. His hand smoothly rubbing your waist.

“No. No. You were…wow.”

“That’s a good thing?”

“Mhm.”

Joost chuckled, slowly pulling out. You took in a sharp inhale, he mumbled an apology.

You turned on your side and took in more heavy breaths.

“Sure you’re okay?” Joost asked as he held onto your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Yeah. Yeah. Just need a second, need to come back to reality.” You let out a breathy laugh, staring off. Joost fought the urge to joke and say “you need to cum?”.

Instead he pressed another chaste kiss to your cheek and got up, getting his boxers up off the floor and back on before going to the bathroom and returning with a clean washcloth.

He gently pushed your knee to open your legs, you turned onto your back. Joost felt like he could cum against at the sight of his cum leaking out of you.

“Joooooost.” You whined and jerked with each swipe of the rag against you.

“I know, but I gotta clean you up liefje.” He gave you an amused grin.

He tossed the rag into the hamper in the corner, crawling up and laying on his side next to you on the bed.

“Probably should get you a shower, you’re sweaty.” Joost had a fake grimace on his face as he wiped the sheen of sweat off your forehead.

“I think my legs are too shaky to walk. I’d rather have a bath.” You laughed, your legs were still trembling slightly.

“Then I’ll just carry you.” Joost shrugged as he got up, scooping you up in his arms and holding you bridal style.

You stared at him as he carried you to the bathroom, he was quite sweaty too.

He set you down carefully, your feet hit the cold tile of the floor and you wobbled a bit, legs feeling weak.

“Alright, go take a piss. I’ll get everything ready.” He squeezed your shoulders.

“Don’t talk so gross.” You scrunched your nose and turned.

“Me saying to take a piss is gross, after I just came inside you?” He scoffed amusedly, shaking his head.

“You’re evil.”

“You were evil first.” He pressed a quick peck to your forehead before going to turn the knob on the tub.

[derww]

Three small oneshots written on keys from people. First, @mapicccc and TA going groccery shopping, second, @happy-mountain-goats and Subz fixing his wings (apologize in advance for the errors/inaccuracies in the anatomical details), third, @nivalulu and 4C doing small differences.

***

– No, – Zam says sterntly, suddenly perhaps even to himself, as he throws a frozen pizza out of the cart. Mapicc rolls his eyes like he's dealing with a small child.

– Okay, genius. Then you choose. Just hurry up, we've been here for half an hour already.

– No problem, – Zam goes to the shelves and – as if completely at random – pulls out a package of frozen vegetable yakisoba.

– Absolutely not, – Mapicc snaps, – there's not even meat in there! I'm going to starve!

– There was no meat on the pizza either, – Zam retorts, waving the box.

– There was pepperoni in there! – Mapicc crosses his arms over his chest, determined to stand his ground. – It counts!

– It's not, – Zam continues to bicker, but he is stopped by a package of mac&cheese hitting him in the temple. He catches it, rubbing the bruised spot with his other hand and swearing under his breath, and then throws it back. Spoke catches it and mockingly puts it into the cart. He is sitting in the place where small children were usually put – with his height, his feet almost touch the floor – and is clearly laughing at their silly squabbles.

– You don't have to eat the same thing, you assholes, – Spoke chuckles, – it doesn't matter – in short, just throw anything, otherwise, we'll be yelling here until closing time. By the way, where is Ro? Terry! – He waves his hand aggressively, and Terry, who is a few meters away from them collecting an obscene number of pastry bags, turns around and bows his head in a silent question, – Terry, find Ro, we've lost him again!

– I think we all know where Ro is right now, – Terry replies with a giggle, dropping everything into their shared cart, – but I can go and take him, of course, – he yawns, – we can't send Mapicc or Zam to this. Zam will get lost, Mapicc will crash into a shelf.

– I'm not that hopeless! I'll find a way back! – Zam objects, but Terry shakes his head and slowly disappears around the corner.

– At least pretend you have something in your brain, – Mapicc mutters irritably, randomly throwing several more random boxes and freezer bags into the cart and pushing it forward in the direction Terry has gone.

– Who would say that! – Zam is indignant, catching up with him, – It was a terrible idea, next time I'm going alone.

– If you go alone, you'll only bring juice, a pack of chocolate croissants, and a half–eaten chipotle burrito!

– Last time you brought sriracha and 32 sausages! Who eats this for a week in a row!

– Relax, – Spoke drawled, – let's not argue about little things.-

Mapicc stops, and Spoke, too lanky for his position, almost falls out.

– You weren't given the right to vote, – he says, – you brought five original monsters last time we've asked you to buy shit. What is there to eat, the jar itself?

– Great breakfast! – Spoke answers calmly, giving Mapicc a thumbs–up and kicking him in the knee, – I don't know what you don't like about it... – he hurriedly turns around and, noticing something, starts shouting, - hey, Ro! - at first it looks like he's trying to distract their attention, but in the distance there really is a familiar figure looming. Ro holds a half-filled shopping basket in his hand. To his left is Terry, who has clearly regretted agreeing to go with them a hundred times.

– Hello, people, – once at an acceptable distance, Ro waves at them, – are you still arguing? Who should I calm down? Has anything been trashed yet?

When Ro gets even with them, Zam immediately reaches in with his hands into the shopping basket.

– Well, I can understand that, – he picks up tomatoes and sweet peppers without any pretense, – at least someone in this circus thought of bringing some vegetables... Also no questions, – a bag of spinach, celery, bananas, – let's say fine, but you'll be the only one eating it, – edamame, some hummus, – why the fuck do you need so much turmeric? – Ro shrugs his shoulders, and Zam rolls his eyes, but approves. – Is there at least someone in our house who drinks it? – a liter of soy milk, – I'll confiscate it, if you decide to get drunk, suffer for yourself, I have to put up with you all anyway, – he takes off a box of alka-seltzer, to which Ro squints suspiciously, and Mapicc says something remotely obscene... – my God, why do you need twenty-one ounces of olives? – Zam looks dumbfounded, first at the cans, then at Ro. Ro spreads his hands.

– He likes olives and eats them, – Mapicc calmly informs and shrugs his shoulders, – it's not for you to object. It's strange that you didn't know.

– It's all bullshit! – Zam objects, - he'd rather pour them down someone's neck than actually eat them!

– I'll go buy some bread and eggs, – Terry informs them meekly, but his words are drowned out by the hubbub of an argument starting again.

***

Okay, the problem is, his wings have been on the verge of breaking for a fucking eternity, but it's not like he could just take them off. Frankly, he had no idea how to solve the tangle of lost magic without ripping off his own spine. When he was sculpting the spell, he was sculpting hard and forever, and you couldn't fly on a Lifesteal anyway... before.

And, okay, the bases of his wings were in a mess, too, of course, but oh, well, not that he could do anything about it. The last time he checked, there wasn't any major damage, so it wasn't important anyway. To his personal surprise, his hind wings in general were not seriously injured in any way, only worn and torn at a couple of edges.

Do I really have to deal with this, he asks himself. It wasn't that important. They still will last a decent amount of time. And even if he falls in the middle of the flight, it's not a big problem. At last... He rolls his eyes and sighs. Friend agrees with him, humming approvingly. Well, or so it seems to him.

First, he has to make all the tools, because of course he doesn't have the right ones – he wanders in circles through the chaos of his base from side to side and over and over and over until he has everything he needs – or a replacement that will do. A brush has to be made very soft and delicate, small and fluffy, and then his hand cramps for half a day from small work, all sharp corners are cut off from the planed stick, leaving a smooth but thin tip, and the formula for the adhesive material is based on water and made as non-toxic as possible... At least he thinks it came out non-toxic... Well, if it didn't work out, then he'll realize the mistake when he can't fly. Or get a couple of chemical burns. Or get poisoned and die. What a cool perspective to have!

At least there is a directional lamp of the right brightness, and that's how he unfolds everything, in the middle of the corridor, holding onto the part of the hind wings that he can reach: first, he cleans off all the dust and dirt with a brush with unbearable care, first wet, and then dry. Some of the debris refuses to move away, and in the middle of the process he has to build forceps and, swearing under his breath, wield them as well. His hands can't reach everything, but something is better than nothing, and the elytras obviously turn out to be much easier to clean – denser and clearer, they soon turn out to be in an acceptable form. He refuses to reach the inside.

It's even more difficult with glue: apply it to the gap with slow movements – hey, and why did he kill the ancient god at all, if even his wings are tearing – and, having fixed it in the right position, leave it alone. There don't seem to be any symptoms of toxic shock. For now.

He's already putting everything together to put it in a corner and not see it for another hundred years when he hears a block breaking – almost a knock on the door when you live in an underground base without a normal entrance. Well, or breaking in with a chainsaw, if it's an enemy. With the garbage in his arms, he turns around only to see Red. Both of his hands are busy, so he just nods.

– Hi, dear friend. – Red drawls. – And what are you doing here?

He shrugs his shoulders disinterestedly.

– I was fixing the wings. They've been worn out all this time.

– So you can take them off? – Red wonders, – then why do you go everywhere with them?

Subz rolls his eyes.

– No, I can't, – he says, bored. – I fixed the part that I can reach.

– Well, – Red says dramatically, – it's a matter of your safety, Subz! You clearly need the help of a friend who will do you a favor in this difficult and painstaking task!

He makes a face and sighs.

– Yes, yes, of course, my friend Reddoons, – he mutters and resigns himself to the fate.

***

4C is familiar to people here as someone who is simple... exists. He doesn't hold grudges, doesn't maintain bad relationships, goes about his business, and lets the others do the same, and tunnel rats smile when they see him and pass him candies in gratitude to the founding captain. People don't attack him in battles, they don't bother him with arguments, they don't see any threat or danger in him, and he takes full advantage of it. He appears here and there, invisible in his routes, never having anything planned, and people shrug their shoulders and perceive him a little better than the moving element of the interior.

Sometimes it seems to him that he really is some kind of ghost: he cleans the bedroom and hall of the FOCUS base, not forgetting to change the linen and put fresh flowers in the vases, he takes care of the trees at the spawn and decorates the buildings for the holidays, he puts an elytra in the Spacewaffles chest and leaves three copper swords with colored handles in the chest in the tunnels, he waters the valley of daisies and wipes discs lying there from the dust.

He feeds pandas with bamboo and cats with raw tuna, he cleans empty houses and lights candles in churches, and he repairs doors and greases bolts. He lures wardens away from busy places and leaves them in ravines and gorges. He collects items from the corpses and leaves them in chests.

He builds a house at Zaun: he has to choose a simpler design, but it's still nice. Maybe one day I'll really be able to live here, he thinks with warm sadness, leaving only a crafting table inside. On the sign at the entrance, he writes: Home.

In 4C, there is no desire to be a good person, both for himself and for others, he is an invisible man, devoted to the grave, a worthy tunnel rat and keeper of secrets, someone who has laid down his life to avoid conflicts with people, not someone with at least some good or heartfelt motives, but something motivates him to continue. Sometimes he plants a new daisy, and it fills the void in him, sapling by sapling.

[puppeat123]

Homicipher

Mr.Scarletella x GN reader

Wrong locker

Part 3

Quick run down-

You transferred schools and made many friends among them was Mr crawling today you will confess to him! By leaving a confession letter in his locker . However you seem to have found yourself now being observed by a certain red haired someone.

Many voted yes to giving their name to him so here we go!

"I got my umbrella we enjoy the rain together."

You smile as he pulls the umbrella over both of your heads.

It slowly started to pour almost as soon as he opened his umbrella over both of you.

"If I'm sharing my umbrella with you can I at lest get your name?"

You thought about it for a bit. He doesn't seem so much of a bad guy. He was pretty decent so far.

"My name?"

He smiled nodding waiting, anticipating for you to tell him your name.

“My name is (Y/N) “

His smile seemed to grow further.

“What a beautiful name! It fits you perfectly. Well it’s a pleasure to finally have your name.”

“Thank you! It’s noice to get to know you as well. However to think we should head back inside my classes are about to start!”

He nodded and walked you back into the dry building. Once you got back into the building you saw Mr.crawling running at both of you with full speed.

He was not slowing down and was Be lining it to you. You tried to move but he just seemed to be focused on getting you. Mr.Scarletella seemed amused. He smile faded.

But now he was to close to move in which thankfully he suddenly stopped and pulled you towards him.

“Wooah!”

“I told you already stay away from her you creep!”

He started pointing at Mr.Scarletella.

“Mr.Crawling it’s okay! He just came to apologize for earlier. He was walking me in because it started pouring!”

Mr.Scarletella looked slightly annoyed and a flash or something else in his eyes.

“Are you two together?” He asked in a monotone voice.

Mr.Crawling quickly pulled himself of you and quickly looked away. You couldn’t tell from your perspective but his face was red! Your face got warm quickly.

“No. We are not together we are friends.” You stated in a nervous quiet voice feeling as though the words almost got stuck in your throat. However Mr.Scarletella saw all of it, he knew Mr.Crawling intentions.

Mr.Scarletella hummed in understanding, giving you a quick smile.

“Well then I don’t believe he should mind if we hanging out. Is that correct Mr.Crawling?”

Mine not yours.

It sounded almost like he was mocking him. Mr.Crawling more than anything Mr. Crawling's shoulders slumped over a bit nearly like he was getting smaller.

You looked at Mr.Crawling and could see how uncomfortable he was he meant no harm. Mr.Crawling gave a small hm of approval.

"If Mr.Crawling doesn't trust you why should I? He knows more about you than I do"

The statement threw both of them off a little. It made Mr.Crawling straighten up a bit and it made Mr.Scarletella smile changing into something you couldn't quite place.

"How so? Do you not think I am trustworthy? I am good. I’m not bad.”

It was almost as if the other student disappeared under Mr.Scarletella's piercing gaze staring between the two, he hummed acknowledging the statement but still standing against it.

“I’m not bad, I am good.” He repeated as if he was chewing it and spitting it out.

Me good. You give name.

He was confused, he gave you a untampered bottle of your favorite juice.

“I gave you juice.”

Give water you consume.

You thought about it yes he did give you juice but why is everyone stepping aside for him. Everyone is scared of him. It was rumored he is the one behind the killings.

“..”

“I will show you.”

He walked away. You and Mr.crawling didn’t encounter him the whole day after that. However you both felt a chilling sensation that you were being watched.

It was the end of the day and time to go home. It was started raining again. You had your rain coat on but no umbrella. It was so windy and raining so hard you had to have both in order to not get soaked. Mr.Crawling had an umbrella but no rain coat. You let him get an extra rain coat you carried with you in care of emergencies.

His hair was out of the ponytail, and went down almost to his waist. Two little stands of hair picking out on each side of his face. His hair was so much to filled up his hood looking a bit silly.

Drawing by me(it was quick cause we ball)

You both lived in to opposite sides of town. Which is what also made a difference cause you didn’t want him walking back in forth in the rain possibly get sick. You decided to thug it out.

“No it’s okay Mr.crawling! You can go home I promise!”

His eyebrows knotted barely visibly by the hair covering his face at all times.

“but it’s to windy the wind will blow away your coat! You should at lest let me walk you there! I have both I will be fine!!”

You shake your head not wanting the kind man to get sick because of you.

“No I appreciate it but I really don’t want you to get sick! Just text me when you get home!”

You started runing out knowing the man couldn’t follow you knowing he struggled with his legs a bit sometimes needing a cane or wheel chair to get around.

He hated them tho so much cause he thought they where unnecessary if he could get around crawling either way.

The tall man sighed softly in frustration but smiled a bit. White day was around the corner, 4 more days, he was looking foward to it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>>>>𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹<<<<~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You ran far enough so that you couldn’t see the school anymore which wasn’t hard cause of how hard it was raining it was easy for it to get lost.

You stopped running for a bit trying to catch your breath but it being hard to do so with the rain getting in your face treating to enter your nose.

You started coughing when the water did start getting in your mouth and nose. You kept coughing and struggling to breath as each breath was just out of reach almost as if it was being stolen from you by the rain. Mr.crawling was right maybe you should have let him walk you home.

You started stumbling around leaning forward which made you stop in your tracks making sure you where on the side walk and bent over trying to get the rain to stop getting in your face.

The building of offices and shops seemed to concave around you.

Now you where struggling to breath panicking.

It continued to pour all around you but the rain seemed to stop getting in your way. Allowing you to cough out the water that was getting in your lungs.

You where finally get to breath and catch your breath.

After fully being able to breath in you slowly start noticing that a shadow was over you.

You look up to see the Mr.Scarletella standing over you with his crimson umbrella looking down at you with a concerned look on his face.

Troubled? Hurt?

“Are you okay?” He lowers down to your bent over body.

You nodded still coughing while trying to push him away.

Which only made him followed you with his umbrella while you stumbled forward.

“You are not okay. Do you want help?”

You wanted to say yes but couldn’t simply nodding slowly. He stood there covering you with his umbrella patting your back had you stopped coughing but continued to catch your breath.

“Do you live around this area?” You state after finally catching your breath.

“I do, I wasn’t aware you also lived around here,”

You slowly stood up straight which he followed you with. He stood out a lot in the rain, he wore a red leather trench coat, the red made him stand out in the rain almost as if he was casting a red glow all around him. Mr.Scarletella towered over you they same way Mr.Crawling did however he was a bit taller then Mr.Crawling.He seemed to be analyzing your expression. One of his eyes was always covered by his red hair. His usual calm expression.

Me want you.

You give name.

You walked home yesterday and didn’t see him around. Could he be lying?

“I usually stay behind after school for extra hours.I went home early today.”

He stated as if reading your mind.

“Oh, so where do you live at?”

“I can show you, are you going to continue walking that path?”

He pointed forward. You hmmed in approval.

“Okay follow me”

He said while still holding the umbrella over both of you and started walking. After a few what felt like 20 minutes of silence he spoke once again.

“So do you live with your family?”

“No, I got a place near the school because dorms where to expensive for me.”

He nodded, “I understand. I personally didn’t like the fact I had to share a room with someone else so I did the same.”

You finally make it to your apartment complex. It was a very old building. It was concrete all over with signs of weather and normal wear and tear. However you didn’t get to see his place.

“I live in the same complex.”

He seemed to be shocked.

Me know.

You were pretty shocked as well.

“Well I guess we are neighbors.how come I never see you in the morning?”

“I like to leave the house early.”

Makes sense why he had such dark circles. You both walked into the building and stopped near your door.

“Hm well I appreciate you walking me home. Thank you for letting me use your umbrella.”

You say awkwardly trying to not let him see into your place. You needed to clean it up a bit, but still small messes made you feel embarrassed either way!

“No problem it was my pleasure being able to help you and make sure you get home safe. I hope we see each other around school.”

Me like you.

“Yup! Byeee cyaaa” you say before closing your door and locked it so fast.

You settled down and remember that you told Mr.Crawling to text you.

You pull your phone up ready to text him back.

You quickly shower and change your clothes. You Picked out the most comfy house clothes and continued on with your day. Today was a lazy day it’s too dark to do anything cause of the rain.

So you throw yourself on the coach.

Crawling ~ Im home :)

You~ im glad you made it home safe! How was the walk cause it was raining like crazy!

You turned on the TV for some background noise placing the remote on the coffee table. while you watched TikTok’s and read online.

You don’t notice the red eye staring at your from outside your windows and peephole.

Mine.

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You wake up unknowingly falling asleep on your couch. You realize your alarm clock didn’t ring. Oh my god you’re going to be late to classes!!

Well it dosnt matter anyways it’s collage.

Plus what say is it today? Saturday? Yup you didn’t have any classes that day!

You sit up properly and look around you. The TV was still on your phone was on the floor with one text notification from Mr.Crawling your backpack on the floor.

Today was also supposed to be trash day. You looked outside your window to see an empty trash bin.

Thank god cause you had a whole lot more trash to throw away.

You needed to get more clothes you had a few cute shirts and pants but nothing that really fit right anymore and cute.

You also had some spoiled food here and there. Just have to make sure the house is clean! You went ahead and throw it out in a bag in the dumpster.

You closet was a bit empty now looking at it and so we your fridge.

Shopping time!

*time skip cause shopping kinda boring*

You arrive back to at apartment complex. You end up bumping into Mr.Sarletella. It seemed like he was in his way out.

“Doing some shopping I see?”

“Yes I had to buy a few things.” You say while trying to find your keys.

“Did you get the good news from the complex office?”

Found it! It was at the bottom of your pockets!

“No, what happened?”

“They are saying that rent might decrease due to how old the property is. Not to mention how empty it is.”

“Oh aww that’s really cool! I can’t wait thank you so much!” You unlocked your door and waved him good bye.

You started looking for some iteams you left. Your pretty sure you left them on your bed room floor.

They might have gone in the trash bag as well. Other stuff was missing too might have just thrown it out. Got to happy throwing old stuff away you suppose.

Not noticing the bag that you threw in the dumpster was torn apart with clothing items missing or the fact your window was opened by a bit when it was closed all the way down.

What else is missing in your place?

Did you leave your sweater there before you left?who knows you where doing a lot before you left!

what else will go missing?

Was that red thread on your carpet? You don’t have many red clothes besides 2 tops and maybe some shoes or like 2 bottoms.

You feel like something is off but you can’t quite tell maybe it’s just been a long week!

Maybe you didn’t see the piecing red eyes staring at you from your slightly a jarred window either.

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Thank you so much for reading sorry for the slow updates!! I’ve been busy with work and finally have been having some down time to actually relax but I will finish the story trust and believe!! I’ve been writing small moments/ head canons kinda things so those will be out soon hopefully!

Hope to see you on the next up date!

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[inubaki]

The Sea Queen (Toys)

Chapter 2

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story commissioned by the amazing @libby-for-life! Based off one of the first pics @sir-tater-of-the-tot made that got me hooked on this fandom to began with. I blame them entirely.

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Despite his lingering wariness of Lucifer, Adam found himself drawn to the injured creature nestled within the shadowy crevices of the cave cliff. Adam had witnessed the creature’s resilience and the strange bond that had formed between them, compelling him to continue visiting as much as he found himself questioning his instincts. Each encounter deepened his curiosity about Lucifer, a being both captivating and enigmatic. 

Whenever Lucifer turned his piercing gaze upon Adam and requested something— to drink his blood—Adam felt a flicker of skepticism rise within him. “It helps heal me faster,” Lucifer would insist, his voice a soothing whisper that seemed to echo softly in the cavernous space around them. While Adam couldn't entirely shake the unease that bubbled in his gut, he had observed the tangible results over time. Each time he complied with Lucifer’s requests to drink his blood, he witnessed the creature’s wounds closing a little more, colors returning to the pallid skin.

As Adam relented, offering what he could, he found himself softened by the gratitude that radiated from Lucifer. The creature’s smile, though it bore the marks of pain, was genuine and warm, illuminating the dark enclosure and, against all odds, making Adam smile in return. It was a shared moment of understanding that tethered their fates, unraveling the tension that filled the space between them. The cave, once a mere shelter for Lucifer, was transformed into a sanctuary of unexpected camaraderie, where Adam slowly began to accept the strange connection they shared.

One day, he couldn't help but ask a burning question. "What are you exactly?" Lucifer turned his head, wiping the blood from his lips. "I'm a Kraken. We...are about the same age. I actually might be younger than you." Adam blinked. "You're younger than ten?" Lucifer nodded slowly. "Yes. I believe I'm nine." Adam smiled mischievously. "I'm older!" Lucifer gave him a mock glare. "Don't let that go to your head."

"Too late! I'm the boss!"

"Ugh."

XxX

Adam noticed pretty early on that Lucifer liked to bite him. Sometimes they were okay and he at first started just biting his fingers. Then, it escalated to biting his arm and shoulders. Legs. Anytime Adam did something to excite him, he bit Adam. They kind of hurt but Lucifer had seemed happy so Adam had let it slide. 

Until one day Lucifer bit a little too hard and Adam pulled away. The look on his face made Adam's heart clench. Tears formed in his eyes as the devastated look kept getting worse. 

“Luci?”

“Why? Why?” Lucifer didn't seem able to communicate properly while he was so upset. Adam held him as the Kraken sobbed and the human had no idea how to help him. Finally, out of desperation, he bit Lucifer's hand. The Kraken looked at him in surprise. He kept biting, hoping he wasn't messing things up further.

When he bit Lucifer's arm, the Kraken blushed a bright gold. The beast didn't say anything for a minute. To the point that Adam thought he went too far. That is until Lucifer suddenly launched at him, pinning him to the floor. His face was nipped at and Adam laughed as Luci was back to his old self.

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To offer you blood is to open a bond. To allow a bite is to initiate courting. Biting among Kraken are signs of affection. And, maybe, Lucifer is desperate to leave permanent bite on Adam. But for Adam to reject the biting is for Adam to reject his courtship. But Lucifer is young, he shouldn’t be able to leave a permanent mark…

Kid Adam and Lucifer are just cute to me.

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

#LeviWeek24 | Day 3 - Military + Enemies to Lovers

✧ word count ➼ ~1.3k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, scout!reader, minor depiction of injury, fem!reader, my attempt to fit enemies to lovers in a oneshot

The Underground was filled with thieves and criminals. If someone were to get lost and end up in the Underground, they'd have a very hard time leaving intact—or so you've heard.

You had never visited yourself, and had never planned to, so you only ever heard negative things about it and the people that lived there. While a part of you knew that a large part of your beliefs was due to stigma, you also never really had a reason to sit down and think about it.

That is, until Levi and his friends were pulled into the Survey Corps.

Erwin had his reasons, and you understood them, but that didn't mean you liked it. You strayed far, far away from those three.

Even after Farlan and Isabel were killed by the Titan, you still found yourself avoiding Levi. You weren't as hard on him, knowing that he just lost his family and was grieving, but you still preferred to not be anywhere near him.

However, as of right now, you had little choice.

You had been unlucky and was ambushed by an abberant, with your gear malfunctioning and jamming up right as you were escaping. You were injured and limping, barely able to walk on your own two feet. You had thought everything was going to end until you were suddenly swept up into the air, with a dark, deep green color filling your field of vision.

You immediately knew it was someone from the Survey Corps, but you were not expecting it to be Levi Ackerman. You had been nothing but an asshole to him, yet here he was, having gone out of his way to save you after everyone else had left you behind.

"Would you quit squirming?"

"Would you quit being so rough?" you hissed as Levi bandaged up the wound on your side that you sustained as you were on the run.

You only made eye contact with Levi for a brief moment before he resumed his work, stitching up your wound and bandaging it up. It was difficult to believe that Levi was the one to save you, especially given the fact about how much of a dick you've been to him from the very start.

"Can you walk?" Levi asked as he began to stand after finishing up your dressing.

You slowly began to stand, but felt the pain shoot through your ribs the minute you leaned onto that side, which sent you toppling towards the ground.

Levi caught you last minute to keep you from worsening your injury. You looked up at him and found your face heating up from the close proximity. His scent was captivating—a mix of an earthy, wooden aroma combined with the soap that they offered back at base. That, in addition to how attractive he actually looked led to you fantasizing about him in ways you'd never admit to.

You cleared your throat, slightly shaking your head as you tried to reorient yourself back to reality.

"…guess not."

Levi cursed underneath his breath at the situation you found yourself in. "Will be difficult getting back to the Wall at this rate."

Your gear was broken and sitting around waiting for any backup wasn't practical either.

"Get on my back."

"Excuse me?" you asked, blinking at him in surprise at the sudden request.

"You heard me. I have just enough gas to get us to the Wall."

"What?!" you responded, finding yourself flustered. "I am not going to get carried back to the Walls by you like some princess-"

"So you'd rather wait to get eaten out here?" Levi interrupted, starting to get irritated by how stubborn you were being.

You were able to recognize that you were indeed being irrational and holding onto a sense of pride that would only get you killed.

"…surprised you'd be able to carry us both, given how small you are."

Levi responded with an unamused look, his eyebrows slightly furrowing in annoyance.

"I'll manage. Now let's go."

You grumbled some smartass comment underneath your breath, but otherwise awkwardly wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he boosted you onto his back. He was actually really comfortable to lean on, although you'd never admit it aloud.

Thinking back upon your history with Levi, you realized how harsh you had been with him. On top of avoiding him, you'd also throw unsolicited comments criticizing his flying and fighting techniques, although you couldn't deny their effectiveness despite not being what you were taught. It was like you made it your life mission to piss him off.

Your heart ached as you glanced at him once he flew up into the air, weaving through the trees gracefully despite the added weight from carrying you.

Barely any time had passed since he began zooming towards the Wall. You had arrived within the blink of an eye. It made you feel silly that you ever tried to critique his flying skills.

Levi set you down, taking a step back while offering to let you lean against him due to your injury. You wrapped one arm around the back of his neck while he wrapped his around your waist to steady you.

"…why'd you come for me?" you asked quietly as the two of you made your slow trek towards the infirmary.

Levi's eyes quickly glanced down towards you, his eyebrows furrowing together as he tried to piece together why you would ask such a thing.

"Everyone was basically back at the Wall," you continued, sensing his hesitation. "I was the one that chose to go back. Why'd you follow after me?"

You knew that with how far out you were, Levi would have had to make the deliberate choice of going after you. The chances of just running into him by coincidence were slim to none.

There was a long period of silence, with the only noise being your unsteady footsteps against the uneven gravel.

"…didn't want to lose anyone else," he eventually muttered quietly, looking straight ahead as he helped you navigate the terrain. "Even if you're a pain in the ass."

You felt your breath catch in your throat and your face slightly heating up upon hearing his words. You've worked together a few times, although you've always had a reluctant attitude throughout it. Despite being offput by him initially, you couldn't deny that unexpected interactions with him always went much smoother than you were willing to acknowledge. The two of you clicked well, even if those exchanges using ended up with you insulting him, and Levi refusing to acknowledge your existence or capacities as a soldier.

"…I see."

You could only muster up the courage to mutter those two words, feeling increasingly distressed about these newfound realizations and emotions. on top of that, you also didn't want to come up with a smartass comment because you knew he was grieving. You'd just end up being a dick.

His grip loosened once you stepped foot into the infirmary, backing away to give the medics space to examine you. He gave you a slight nod of acknowledgement, hesitating as if he was struggling to find the right words to follow-up with.

"…don't let me catch you falling on your ass again," he finally said dismissively.

While the comment would have pissed you off a few hours ago, you shot him a subtle smile in response. You've already known for a while, but he was nothing like the person you initially thought he was. Now, you were willing to give him a chance.

"As you wish, Captain."

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