#and today I went back n returned it n bought a new one!

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GUESS WHO'S GOT A NEW PHONE FOLKS

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When the turtle incident at the beach happens the reader gets hurt saving the turtle 🐢 and rafe snap. Everyone sees a different side of rafe

a/n: i LOVE this idea. - Unfortunately i feel like i didn’t do it justice 🥲🥲 but hope you enjoy!! <3

“if i ever see you round my girl again…”

pairings: s4 rafe cameron x kook but not kooky!reader [est. relationship]

warnings: S4 E4 SCENE DESCRIBED/USED (not sure if it’s really a spoiler tho as nothing plot wise is revealed) turtles being hurt, blood, death threat, canon rafe lol, use of swear words. (pls lemme know if i forgot any)

summary: you just wanted peace between everyone, unfortunately you and a turtle became collateral damage over a kook vs pogue contest. rafe is not happy…

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You were a kook? Well that’s what your bank account said. However, you were closer with the pogues and basically hung out with them or your boyfriend.. rafe cameron. that was the weird part. It had been awkward since the pogues all returned from El Dorado. You had sort of become the middle man in between rafe and the pogues including his sister, sarah. It was an unspoken rule between you and rafe that you just don’t talk about them with him which you respected. He’ll come around in his own time you thought.

When the swell came in, your boyfriend and his friends were eager to hit the beach and have a surf day to which you wouldn’t turn down. meeting up at tannyhill, you saw that topper had bought his new girlfriend, ruthie who you weren’t too keen on. You had mentioned this to rafe a while back but he said that it isn’t yours or his business to get involved with toppers love life and told you to just stay away from her if you didn’t like her to which you couldn’t argue.

Arriving at the beach you saw your friends, jj, john b, kiara and sarah and quickly told rafe that you were going over to say hi. Rafe just mumbled something as he set up his towel and told you not to be long as he stared daggers at sarah.

“hey!” you wave jogging up to the pogues, hugging sarah then kie. “what’s up y/nn (your nickname)” kie asked. “not much. just thought we’d hit the waves. i told them we should go a bit farther from here but they didn’t listen… sorry” you explained, knowing it’s best if the kooks and pogues don’t cross paths today. “you’re good. it’s them we don’t trust” jj butts in. “yeah, no. i’ll tell them to lay off..” you smile then turn to sarah. “he’s trying. he’ll come around. i know it..” you tell her, referring to rafe. Sarah just shrugs, pretending as if not being on good terms with her brother isn’t bothering her. “wanna surf?” you smile and take sarah’s hand dragging her to the water as you both laugh.

After surfing with sarah and the pogues for a while, you had joined rafe on his towel and spent an hour or so just chilling with him. He showered you in attention and you did your best to ignore ruthies little comments about the pogues and how jj is a poor sport. At one point, rafe saw you side eye ruthie for shitting on the pogues again. “hey. don’t frown.” he mumbles turning your head to face him and pats your cheek. “i don’t get her problem rafe.” you sigh. “yeah it sucks, but cmon” “no. it’s unnecessary. they aren’t doing anything to her.” you tell him, referring to the pogues just minding their business apart from that tiny squabble with jj and topper in the ocean but topper didn’t seem to care too much so why does ruthie? “i told you, ignore her” rafe says a little sternly taking your hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “yeah yeah…” you smile as you peck him, letting it go as you didn’t want ruthie to ruin the day.

While you packed up, unknown to you and rafe, ruthie was convincing topper to just ride the truck over to the pogues to mess up their set up. You in the meantime went over to the pogues to say bye, only to find them saving a turtle hatch in which you started assisting with. The next thing you know, you see ruthie driving her truck at a high speed straight at you. While sarah and kie do their best to get the turtles out of the way in time, you stand in front waving your hands trying to get ruthies attention to stop her. “hey! hey!!! stop! there’s a hatch!” you call out but she doesn’t hear you. you can vaguely see topper yell at ruthie, probably to stop but she’s just laughing. kiara notices ruthie has no intention of stopping and quickly pulls you out the way.

Luckily no turtles were hurt at that point but you see ruthie circling around to go again. You stand up again, trying to stop her. Rafe has also noticed this and starts making his way over to get, in his words, your stupid ass out of the way. You realise ruthie yet again has no intention of stopping so you quickly go to pick up a turtle that was in the way but you get hit slightly by the truck, knocking you out.

“what the actual fuck?!” kiara yells rushing to you, she takes the turtles from you and calls for rafe who’s at your side in seconds. He looks up at a shocked, somewhat guilty looking ruthie. “what the fuck is your problem?” he spits “did you not see her fucking standing there telling you to stop!” he yells as he takes off his shirt to wrap around a bloody scrape on your knee from something in the sand. Overall you weren’t too badly hurt but might need some stitches. That was enough for rafe to see red though.

As sarah goes to fetch water to splash you awake, ruthie stutters “i.. i thought she’d get out the way. why would she just fucking stand the-” kie cuts her off “there was a turtle hatch! look what you did! she was tryna save this turtle” kie yells at her, showing her the hurt turtle to which ruthie turns her face away from. “why the fu-” rafe cuts himself off on questioning you to wake you up with the water sarah got. As you felt water being splashed on your face, you sit up. “what happened?” you groan. “y/n im so so sor-” ruthie starts to apologise but rafe cuts her off. “no. you shut the fuck up and stay away from my girl” rafe snaps causing topper to get involved. “hey now rafe-” but again rafe cuts him off. “control your bitch, top” he huffs shutting topper and everyone else up.

He lifts you up and walks towards his truck. “my head hurts..” you mumble. “i know baby.. gonna get you to the hospital aight” he gently whispers to you to which you just nod. With a final “don’t pull shit like that again” from rafe, he places you in the passengers seat before shutting the door and quickly going up to ruthie. “if i ever see you round my girl again… i’ll kill you” he murmurs up close to her face in a terrifyingly dangerous way. Apart from sarah and a few of the pogues, no one has ever seen rafe like that.. so scary.. so threatening… so murderous. Ruthie just nodded which was enough for rafe to leave the scene so he could take you to the hospital.

a/n: hope you enjoyed - kinda struggled to find a way to set the dynamic where reader is dating rafe but close to the pogues at this point in the show cuz i couldn’t see rafes defending someone so furiously unless he was dating her 😭

requests are open!! enjoy lovelies - liv <33

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SKZ Pack Chapter 26

Trigger Warnings: Aggression, angst

That night Hyunwoo asked them to leave. They did not appreciate the commotion in his home which Y/N deeply apologised for. They ruined their New Year's tradition all because of Joshua's appearance. When they got back home Y/N called a meeting. She was taking charge because she was worried, but they needed a plan for whatever happened when Chan returned. "I don't know who Joshua is but I think it's some kind of gift. More like a trap. Joshua can lure people in with his touch, his eyes, his voice. When I tried to fight back internally he somehow compelled me to agree with everything he said. Part of me believes it's because he hasn't spent enough time with me to lure me in whereas Chan is vulnerable to him so I want Jeongin to step up as Head Alpha." Y/N breathed out. The wolves looked at each other nervously. Y/N had a point. If Chan was to become unstable then they needed an alpha for the time being but why she chose Jeongin over Hyunjin confused them. "I choose Jeongin to be safer. Chan would expect Hyunjin but if Joshua was involved in my pack and Ateez he may have something against Hyunjin. I want to protect all nine of you in this room." Y/N stated. "There's eight baby." Felix reminded her. "There are nine," Y/N said slowly as she looked at all the wolves.

The wolves stopped breathing. Their eyes widened as they listened for an extra heartbeat. Each of them counted the heartbeats when they heard a subtle little beat of a heart. It thumped slowly. Contently, making the wolves whine. "A pup," Jeongin said nervously as he crouched down to listen to her stomach to hear the little heartbeat. "Well, this changes everything," Seungmin said nervously. Every thought went through his head. Was he going to be a good father? Would the pup like him? Were they going to be naughty like Y/N? "Are you happy with that?" Jeongin asked nervously. He hoped she was. "It's not the circumstance that I wanted right now but we need to protect Chan and everyone else in this room." Y/N asserted. "Agreed, but our pup is here now, that's what matters. Let's not make our little pup feel he shouldn't be wanted," Jeongin stated nervously. He knew it was bad timing but he never wanted his pup to feel they were a burden.

The pressure was there for Jeongin. He didn't expect to be named Head Alpha, but the wolves agreed. It was safer for Jeongin to be than Hyunjin. How it was going to go down when Chan arrived, no one knew but right now their Luna and their pup was the most important thing. Chan would want them to be the most important thing. He swore it before when he was sane. He knew deep down Joshua would get to him and destroy him, but what was to come no one knew.

Even a week later, Chan had still not returned and Y/N was getting worried. Her pup was growing big inside of her and the wolves were getting more protective of her. Two wolves had to be in a room with her at night. They wouldn't risk leaving her alone the bigger she got. Minho and Seungmin were the most protective. They were the most cautious pair. They checked everything: making sure she ate the right food, the bath was the right temperature, the room was the right temperature, and her cravings were there. Felix even stepped up and bought books on what to expect. It was supposed to be pure bliss but it was hell. Y/N cried every night begging for him to come back but he didn't.  Chan never returned. She even sent the wolves out to search but they returned with no Chan.

Three weeks later Joshua and Chan turned up with three other alpha wolves. They circled the house waiting for someone and Y/N worried it was her, but it wasn't her, they were after Hyunjin. Y/N made Hyunjin stay beside her while Jeongin dealt with it. Jeongin wasn't to be feared but today he was. His pack was hurting. His Luna was carrying their child and he wasn't going to let anyone near his family. "You stand in my place Yang Jeongin." Chan sardonically laughed. "Yeah. You failed as a lover, a father, a brother and an alpha. You have no place here anymore." Jeongin said firmly. "That's a shame." Joshua taunted. "We want Hyunjin." "Why? What did he ever do to you?" Jeongin called out. "He has Y/N's soul. Chan will never own his mate. She will never be his. Chan has asked me to get rid of him." Joshua explained but Chan would never do that. Chan would never ask for Hyunjin to be removed or killed. "Bring him here," Joshua shouted.

Y/N held Hyunjin tightly who wrapped his arms around her waist while Minho held his stance, ready to attack. Even Felix was ready this time. He would fight for their child if they needed to. "I will go," Hyunjin said but Y/N stopped him. "Whatever happens to you happens to me so no. We go as a pair." Y/N said but Jisung yanked her back. They could lose an alpha but not her. They wouldn't, but would they lose her? "Hyunjin." Y/N pleaded. Her voice cracked and she wanted to cry. "Trust me on this baby. I'll always come back to you." Hyunjin kissed her on the forehead before kissing her bump. "I want you to be as naughty as your mother. Make havoc. Be the best little wolf you can be." "Jinnie." Y/N called as Jisung and Felix held her as she watched Hyunjin go to the battlefield.

Hyunjin stood there next to Jeongin giving him a nod before walking up to Joshua. The man who caused so many problems. "You leave Y/N out of this," Hyunjin growled. "That's the plan," Joshua stated as he looked at Chan. Chan looked lifeless. He was different. It wasn't him in there. "Time to leave your pack behind." Joshua taunted. Hyunjin gave them one last look before they took him to his death.

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“you could live a hundred lifetimes, and never deserve that boy”

pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader

summary: he's always there when you need him, but he's nowhere to be found at the Yule Ball. while searching for him, you come across something heartbreaking.

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pt. 1 | pt. 2

Everyone around you knew. Even the teachers, but you. Enzo would just smile when you nudged him and called him the “best friend you could ever have.”

Even after all these years, it amazed you that whenever you were craving something sweet or were moody, he could pull out candies - your favorite ones, specifically. He'd just shrug off your questions, “Y/N, you're not that special. I have a sweet tooth too, you know? Could've carried ones with you as well so that we can switch roles for once,” he playfully rolled his eyes.

Enzo was one of Hermione's close friends. Maybe that's why he cared so much about school. Or vice versa. But the thing is, he was the top student, and you were just above average. You often forgot to do homework, which played against you, but hey, you had Enzo who would give you a copy of his homework and whisper the right answers to you. But if it were others... “Hey, mate, can I copy that too?” Mattheo looked pleadingly. “Sorry, gotta maintain academic honesty,” he got his notebook back and winked at Mattheo.

“Guys, wanna go to Hogsmeade this Saturday?” you asked cheerfully. Everyone exchanged awkward looks, and it was silent for a while. “We were planning to go out as couples, and some of us got homework to do,” Blaise explained softly. “Yeah, don't hold a grudge against your amazing friends, cara mia; Blaise is only telling the truth,” Theo grinned at you.

“I can, I have nothing to do anyway,” Enzo didn't lift his eyes from books. “Wasn't it you who just complained about Numerology class's workload-“ Draco was confused, but Enzo immediately looked up, staring at him intensely. “Really? Don't think so.” And so, you found someone to go with.

As you two went out, he noticed that you didn't have a scarf on. Your nose and cheeks were red, and you tried to hide your face in your jacket. He just furrowed, but then took off his scarf and wrapped it around you. “Why'd you go out like that? You'll get sick,” he asked coldly. It was unusual. You felt uncomfortable as you tried to return the scarf to him. “Ah... owl tore mine apart; I was planning to buy new. Sorry, let me give it back to you.” He stopped you. “It's okay.”

Your primary goal for today was to buy a dress for the Yule Ball. As you two went into every shop to see if they had something decent, never once did Enzo complain. After two hours, you finally found the perfect one. It was a beautiful shade of orange, which turned to pink towards the end. It was long and had a sweetheart neckline. It just enhanced the beauty of your clavicle, shoulders, and waist. Probably the most beautiful detail was an artificial flower on one shoulder. You were blushing hard as you saw his mouth was agape.

“You look beautiful.” You blushed harder, turning away to face the mirror. The dress was bought successfully, and you two headed to Three Broomsticks. Having placed your order, you just sighed.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Thanks for sparing your time to help me today,” you smiled softly.

“Uh, it's really nothing. I enjoyed spending time with you.” It was strange. You were alone with Enzo so many times, but it never felt so awkward, or rather nervous. He seemed to be braver with compliments today.

“Have you invited someone to the ball yet?” “Nah. Mustering up courage to ask someone special. And you? I mean, has someone asked you yet?” He smirked.

“No... I don't really know why I bought that dress if no one asked me...” To tell the truth, you were utterly embarrassed. You thought he'd start laughing at you, but his smile widened.

“Maybe there'll be someone special in the end. Don't lose hope.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Easy to say when you're so handsome and popular that everyone sends you love letters. He nearly choked from the sudden outburst of laughter. And with that, the conversation topic changed.

The ball was tomorrow, and you still had no pair. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? You groaned as you threw the pillow across the room. “Do you want me to die or?” Pansy was amused at this sight. “Pans, just leave me alone,” you mumbled into the bed.

“Are you still upset because of that ball? C'mon, it's a silly thing, just go with me, you don't need any pair!”

“Easy to say when Draco asked you the first day.”

“Maybe you're right. But you're still going to have fun.” she winked. “Now, let's go to breakfast.”

You two walked into the Great Hall, observing everyone worrying and exchanging shy looks. You could feel someone's gaze on yourself. You turned your head and saw Enzo. He was smiling. A big box of chocolate and a note with flowers lay in front of him.

“You look so sour... Don't tell me no one asked you yet?” He laughed.

“Shut up. And who's that for?' You mentioned things laying on the table.

“Uh, these. They're for-“

He didn't get to finish his sentence as someone tapped your shoulder. It was a tall boy from Ravenclaw. You saw him on quidditch team. He was handsome and smart, given that he's from a blue house. He smiled nervously. “Hey... you're Y/N, right? Would you mind going to the Yule Ball with me?” So straightforward. Yet you were dumbfounded as blush slowly creeped up your face. You just nodded, and he happily went back to his table, giving you a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

You were beyond happy as you shoved the invitation in your friends' faces to brag. However, everyone was throwing worried looks towards Enzo who had his jaws clenched. “Is everything okay? Why is everyone so quiet?” “Nothing. I'm happy for you.” Enzo smiled for a second before standing up and leaving the Great Hall with his belongings. “I have to go; Numerology's starting soon.” Everyone tried to ease up the atmosphere, but you still felt weird.

Yule Ball. Oh, everyone and everything was so amazing. You put every effort into makeup and outfit today. That Ravenclaw boy, or Henry, which turned out to be his name, accompanied you from your common room to the Great Hall. Everyone was having a great time, and you enjoyed the evening. You made your way to your friend group and noticed how beautiful everyone was. There were couples everywhere, but you couldn't see one person. Lorenzo Berkshire. Slowly pulling Pansy aside, you tried to speak loudly enough for her to hear you over the music. “Hey, where's Enzo?”

She looked at you weirdly. “Oh, he just got somewhat sick. He decided to stay in the dorm.”

“He WHAT? Maybe I should check up on him..." You didn't let Pansy finish as you made your way out of the Great Hall.

A million thoughts rushed through your head, making it harder to concentrate on one. Enzo didn't like to be ill. He was rarely ill, but every time, he'd get so scared of being left alone in the dorm. No one could joke about it since it had a stinging backstory. But you stopped in your tracks as you overheard loud talking and laughing. No one was supposed to be in the halls of Hogwarts now.

"She agreed so easily; one could think she'd have many suitors, given that she's such a bitch." It was such a familiar voice.

"Mhm, but now you have to sleep with her. Isn't it a bit hard, Henry?"

"Nah, she'd fold after the right amount of firewhisky."

“I doubt it. But if you win the bet, 100 galleons are yours." You could only stare into space in disbelief. Someone betting on you? It felt so wrong, so disgusting. So your worth was 100 galleons. Tears started rolling down your cheeks as you tried to be as quiet as possible. But you were hurt, you didn't even care anymore. You just ran in the opposite direction, wherever the feet would carry you, until you bumped into someone. Books fell from their hand.

"Hey, what the hell-" He stopped abruptly. It was a familiar voice. Not Henry, but Enzo.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He seemed perfectly healthy.

"Enzo?" You blinked in confusion. Your face was puffy with tears, and his heart clenched at the sight. "Weren't you ill..."

As he picked up his books, he just sighed. "No... I just. I didn't want to, that's all." Indeed, he wasn't dressed in a fancy suit. He was in his favorite sweater and jeans. "But it isn't about me. Why were you crying?" He asked sternly. "It's nothing... I just..." time passed, and you couldn't think of a single excuse.

You just sighed and sat on a nearby staircase. "What the hell is wrong with me, Lorenzo?" He wasn't used to you saying his full name. "Huh? Who told you that?" He tilted his head curiously. "No one. I was wondering why no one could love me? And why did the only boy who invited me to the Yule ball turn out to be a dickhead who bet that he could sleep with me?" He nearly choked as his face turned dark with anger. "Huh. So he did that?" He got absorbed in his thoughts. You could see his features becoming more sharp as he did so, so you tried to switch the topic.

"So? Why didn't you want to go? Don't tell me you got rejected by that girl?" You teased him. "That girl is you." He just blurted it out.

After seconds of silence, you started laughing. "Nice one, Berkshire. Bet you drooled over me all those years."

"I'm being serious." He averted his eyes. "Ever since I met you the first year, I've always wanted to be your friend. But this changed during the fifth year. I started wanting more than friendship. I am lost in your eyes; in this dark world, they're the only light that keeps me going. I can listen to you ramble all day long. I love all your habits; I want to be there when you cry and when you laugh. I find myself wondering how does your hand or lips feel like. I wanted to be with you, I wanted you to notice me. But all my efforts seemed to be futile." He blushed, hiding his face in his palms. "Is confessing always that embarrassing?”

“Is being confessed to always feels that amazing?" You asked quietly. You've had a crush on Enzo for a long time, but you settled for unrequited feelings. Every sign he gave was shut down by you. After all, he’s kind to everyone, right? Turns out, no. His eyes locked with yours, and he tilted his head, getting closer to your face. He seemed to be asking for permission, and when you didn't push him away, he finally leaned in.

a/n: planning 2nd part with hcs (lorenzo as a boyfriend), yes I’m THAT obsessed with him. anyway, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any any mistakes! you can drop other requests with other characters in my ask box

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The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity)Chapter Seven: Reunion

warnings: breast play, smoking cigarettes, mentions of male masturbation, slight awkwardness from both parties pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: summer is done and you return to school for the next semester. though you are a little nervous about being around Kento, he shows you that he's made some changes. and those changes are all to your benefit. a/n: SO SORRY for the literally month long delay! I so hope everyone enjoys this chapter! More to come soon, that I can promise. This series gets finished this year, I promise! also check out the soundtrack for this fic here!

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Summer passes by in a flash. And though everyone is sad to see it come to an end, you’re more than happy to make your way back to university. After the phone call, you and Kento tried your best to stay in contact all summer long, but it wasn’t always easy.

So when the first day of school comes around, you find yourself fussing over your looks more than usual. You had spent the last few days in your dorm, fixing up things and placing posters in the right spots. Despite your parents wanting to spend even more time with you, they had done their job helping you settle into your dorm room once more.

Then once the reality of everything dawned on you, that’s when you began to realize that you were actually going to see him again. Kento Nanami, the man who stole your heart. You wondered if maybe things would go smoothly. But on second thought, you were sure that there would be lots of awkwardness at first.

Even just thinking about the phone call made your stomach turn. It had been so sensual and sexy; truly something to remember forever. Just the sound of his voice had you going. You remember just how sticky your fingers had been as you played with yourself to the sound of his gorgeous voice.

And when he came, he had moaned so beautifully. You missed the sound of his voice. You missed his timid but cute smile. The smell of the cigarettes he smoked. You wanted to wear his hoodie and show the world that you were deeply in love with Kento.

So the first day back to class, you resolved to talk to him. You were going to make sure that you at least said one word to him.

The issue? You found yourself even more shy than before.

Both of you had clearly put a lot of thought into your looks today. You don’t think you've ever seen Kento so dressed up like this before. His blazer was properly ironed, his hair was actually out of his eyes for once and his skinny jeans didn’t have any holes in them.

You had also bought some new clothes for class. You were hoping that he would notice. It wasn’t like you to wear a dress, but this one had been just so beautiful. The long sleeves hugged your arms, which you always hated to show off. It came down to your shins. The color was such a dark black, and it only proved to make you look much more mature than you thought yourself to be.

And yet, despite the new clothes and the renewed sense of wanting to talk to one another, it just never happened. Too much talk of the syllabus and class planning and other people catching up with one another. You longingly looked at Kento from your spot across the room. You swore you caught him looking at you a few times as well, but you didn’t want to believe it.

The first few classes went by in a blur, and you held out hope that you’d talk to him. Every single second, you thought about what you’d say first. But nothing ever came up and you just couldn’t find the right time.

So as the first day of the second semester ended, you were mentally cursing yourself for being so ridiculous. How could you not just go over to him and say hi? He was just a man, not some alien from outer space trying to harvest your organs.

“Girl, you need to just go talk to him.” One of your friends said as you left the last class of the day.

You two are walking towards the dorm building. The way she could just read you so well was what made you nervous. If she could see it written all over your face, could everyone else see the same?You shrug; you’re without answers.

“He’s over there. Now go!” She shoves you in his direction.

You make your way over to him, your whole body shaking as if you were a child afraid to go down the slide. He looks up from his notebook, and there’s a soft smile on his face when he spots you. You approach him and clear your throat.

“Can I sit with you?” You inquire, pointing at the empty spot next to him on the bench.

Nanami blushes. “Y-yeah! Sure, sit down.”

You sit on the bench, watching as your friend gives you a thumbs up. Then you turn to look at Kento. He’s still writing in his notebook, but when he feels your eyes on him, he closes it.

“Hey, uhm…” you start but he interrupts you.

“You look good. I like that dress on you.”

His words turn around in your mind for a bit. Your cheeks are burning. Even though he just complimented you, you feel like all eyes are on you. You bury your face in your hands. 

“Wait, what did I say? Did I say something wrong?”

You shake your head, finally uncovering your face. You reach over and kiss his cheek, which in turn makes him blush now. You two look like a couple of kids in love.

“Thanks, Ken. You’re a gentleman.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’m just me.”

A comfortable silence falls on the two of you. You reach over and grab his hand, making his blush further onto the tops of his ears as well. He looks at you with such a soft and tender look in his eyes, it makes your heart skip a beat.

“I really missed you this summer,” you confess.

“I missed you too.”

Your eyes lock with his and then he’s leaning in. He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. Then Kento leans in to capture your lips in a tender and loving kiss. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you melt into the kiss.

It’s almost like all the feelings you had for him were spilling out into this one kiss. When he pulls away, you’re the one chasing his lips this time. He smirks as a sudden wave of confidence washes over him over that little move.

“So,” he says as he fishes his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He places one on his lips, then one on yours. “We should go out on a date.”

You smirk as he lights up both smokes at once. “Deal. Time and place?”

“Friday night, your dorm.”

That’s all it took for you two to plan a quiet night together.

Friday night comes around and you’re more than nervous. It feels like it’s been forever since you’ve hung out with Kento. Just knowing how things will go, your heart keeps fluttering in your chest. You’ve done all you can to keep calm, but it’s proving to be almost impossible.

The knock on your door has you getting up off the sofa and rushing to the door. You smooth out your shirt and swallow hard before opening the door. Kento stands there, looking more confident than ever. He hands you the beautiful bouquet of wildflowers.

“Wildflowers for my beautiful wildflower.”

Your heart clenches in your chest. Here you were thinking you’d have to start from scratch with him, but it seems like the time you two spent apart seems to only have pushed you two even closer together. You take the flowers and invite him inside.

“I ordered take-out,” you tell him as you smell the flowers.

He comes over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You feel the definition of muscles against your back. Kento nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, nipping so softly.

“I’m glad we decided to do this,” he whispers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all summer.”

You blush and smile. “I feel the same.”

He lets you go, allowing you the chance to put the flowers in a vase. You place them near the window where they can get lots of light. Then you return to your lover, guiding him to the couch. On the coffee table is a spread of your favorite foods.

“You really planned out everything perfectly,” Kento says.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. You giggle as you rest on his chest. The food is quickly forgotten in favor of sweet, but chaste kisses. The kisses that turn into something hungrier and sloppier.

“It’s finally time for me to make you feel good.” He whispers as his hands snake up your shirt.

You moan against his lips as he plays with your breasts. He tugs on your nipples perfectly, making need pool deep inside of you. He kisses you tenderly, continuing his ministrations on your chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. Kento pulls away only to be able to pull the garment off your body.

With your breasts bared to him, Kento shifts on the sofa and adjusts his hardening cock in his tight jeans. He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on.

“My beautiful angel,” he moans as he cups your breasts. 

His lips trail all over the swell of your tits before he captures one of your nipples between his teeth. The look of love in his eyes has your stomach erupting with a million butterflies. You’ve never felt this way before.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans. “Jerked off to thoughts of you all summer, baby.”

The thought of him stroking his cock to the thought of you has your panties drenched. You part your thighs a little, allowing one of his hands to slip down the front of your sweatpants. He smirks when he realizes you’re also not wearing panties.

“So wet, just for me.” He murmurs against the softness of your chest.

His fingers work you up quickly to your release. Your breath hitches in your throat as the coil in your stomach is tightening so fast. There’s so much warmth inside of you and it spreads all over as Kento rubs your clit in perfect little circles.

He stays attached to your nipple, suckling and flicking the pert bud with his tongue. The look in his eyes is intoxicating, especially since he looks at you like you’re the perfect sex goddess made just for him.

“K-Ken,” you moan. “I’m cumming.”

He doesn’t even have to say anything. He watches you as you come undone. Your cheeks warm, your lips parted as you moan his name. Your thighs are shaking from the intensity of the pleasure. And he loves the way your nipples are so hard right now.

Slowly, he helps you come down from the intense high. Kento smirks when he pulls his fingers from your pants and they are covered in your juices. Something changed within your lover, and it’s for the better.

“Told you I’d make you feel good next time we saw each other.” He says as he licks his fingers clean.

“And it was good to count down the days.”

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[allywthsr]

DECORATING | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando decorate your house for Christmas

wordcount: 1.6k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: tell me your thoughts!!!🥹

advent calendar

”Lando, have you seen the third box of decorations?“

”Yes! It’s in the basement, next to the fourth and fifth box.“

You chuckled. Christmas was your favorite holiday and over the years, you collected a fair amount of ornaments.

”Can you get it?“

You were standing in the living room, surrounded by decoration and two boxes when Lando threw himself on the couch, where fir garland was placed. With an eye roll, he rolled on his belly and sighed, ” Can this woman stop obsessing with Christmas?“

”I heard that!“

He sat up and looked at you.

”Do you need to go all out this year?“

”Yes, Lando! It’s the first time in the new house and I can’t wait to see this place being in the Christmas spirit.“

You both recently moved into a house that you built in England, near his parents. It was a modern but cozy home, with high ceilings and beautiful light wood-colored details. It was your absolute dream house, and you were so thankful for Lando that you were able to live this dream.

But it was December and you needed the Christmas spirit with you. You had bought a lot of stuff for the new house when you went shopping alone, no one was able to stop you and before you knew it, the whole car was filled with Christmas decorations and your bank account was screaming for help, but it was worth it.

”I‘ll only get it when you bake me cookies today.“

With an arched eyebrow, you looked at him.

”What does Jon say about you wanting cookies?“

”Y/N! It’s Christmas, I don’t care what he says, I’ll run an extra mile tomorrow.“

”Fine, you‘ll get your cookies if you bring me the stuff and help me set up the trees?“

”Deal!“

He went and gave you a kiss, and slapped your ass, before he made his way down to the basement, to get the stuff. But yes, multiple trees. You bought three fake trees for the living room to put next to the TV, and you wanted to go all out, now that you had the space. Shortly before Christmas, you wanted to get a real tree and place it in the entrance, to create the atmosphere and get the smell of fresh fir.

While you waited for Lando to return you got a little reindeer out of the box in front of you and looked around the room for a place for it to go. The problem with your shopping is, that you buy and buy, without thinking about a placement for the things, so you struggle every year. The reindeer found a place next to the couch for now and next, you pulled out the Christmas wreath, which you placed over the fireplace.

Lando came back with two boxes stacked on top of each other and with a grunt he placed them on the ground.

”What did you buy? These things are heavy.“

”I bought way too much, I need your opinion on where to put things.“

”Let me get the rest and I‘ll help.“

”You’re amazing.“

”Tell me something I don’t know.“

And with that, he turned around to march down again.

Your normal blanket was swapped for a Christmas blanket on the couch, and in one of the new boxes you found all of your pillows so you replaced them, while you were at it. Now it looked so much cozier.

A few loose baubles were placed randomly on the coffee table, with some Santa and snowman figures. White and black cones, that looked like Christmas trees, were placed in front of the window since they were huge, and a garland made out of snowflakes was placed above them. The big Santa was placed on the shelf behind the couch, and a few other little decorations were placed next to him.

Lando came back with the last box and one of the Christmas trees, he put all the pieces on the ground and turned around to get the other ones.

He was a darling for helping you out that much.

You began with making more space for the trees and quickly vacuumed the space, so it would be clean. You brought the vacuum cleaner with you already, you knew how messy things would get with the fake snow and fake fir lying around everywhere.

The bottom piece was placed close to the fireplace, and you fluffed it out, making it look like a real tree with every layer you added. Eventually, you couldn’t reach the top layer and Lando came back to help you.

”You’re crazy for putting three trees up.“

”Maybe, but come on, we have the space, why not use it?“ He sighed, ”Oh, can you help me? I can’t reach the top.“

He took the piece and placed it on top of the rest, fluffing it out.

”It looks good.“

”Thank you, Lan.“

With a kiss to the side of your head, you continued to put up the other two trees, the fake snow on them, making them look like they were freshly chopped from the forest. Only that there was no snow in England.

”By the way, what are we doing for the outside? I want it to be full of lights and figures in our front yard.“

”We can go to the city later and look for some things if you want. We have nothing for the outside yet.“

You went and hugged Lando tight.

”That would be amazing Lan.“

You kissed his soft lips gently.

”Thank you for supporting my crazy Christmas addiction.“

”I‘ll support you no matter what, you know that baby.“

You snuggled your head in his chest and breathed in his scent. You loved his smell, it smelled like home.

”But let’s continue, angel.“

You nodded and kissed his chest one last time and let go, turning around to look at the mess of boxes and decorations.

”I want to put up the water church.“

The water church. It’s a church where some kind of liquid was inside and when you turned it on, glitter was flying through it, technically like a snow globe, but without the shaking. Ever since you bought it, Lando had been amazed by it and said it was his favorite piece, he loved putting it up and looking at it.

So you gave him the church and he put it next to his podium helmets that found a place on a shelf in the living room.

The dancing Santa was placed on a shelf in the hallway, next to the xxl reindeer and the snowflake that had fairy lights in it. These snowflakes were scattered around the whole house, in your bedroom, the bathrooms, the kitchen, the hallway…

You both placed the last few items wherever you and Lando found some space, you put the fir garland around the railing of the stairs and placed baubles all around. The stockings with your names and the names from both of your families were hung over the fireplace. Christmas Eve was spent at yours, so you didn’t want to leave anyone out. The only thing that was now missing was a mistletoe, somewhere random you always put up a mistletoe and it wouldn’t change in your new home.

”Where do you wanna put the mistletoe?“

”Maybe by the entrance?“

Lando nodded and got a ladder from the basement so he could put it on. Because you were lazy and didn’t want to drill a hole in the ceiling you took some tape to fix it on there. It‘s cheesy to put up a mistletoe, but it was a cute little tradition to put it up and it gave you a moment to kiss Lando whenever you wanted. Sometimes you would stand under it and call for Lando, so you both stood under it and had to kiss. Just as now, when Lando stepped down from the ladder he said: ”It‘s time for a smooch“, and pursed his lips, of course you couldn’t deny the offer and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Lastly Lando and you went shopping for some outside decoration. Lots and lots of fairy lights, a glowing Santa, a reindeer, a snowman, and a sleigh wandered into the cart, just like some candy canes and nutcrackers. Lastly, you bought some fir, for the columns in front of your house, as well as some lanterns and red bows.

When you arrived and everything was put up by Lando and you, after you both had two mental breakdowns and Lando had a rage attack at the fairy lights, it looked just like how you wanted it and you couldn’t be happier. The columns were covered with fir garlands, the red bows were placed on the wall, and the glowing figures stood in the garden, creating a sweet scenery. The candy canes were placed next to the path that led to your entrance door, where two nutcrackers were standing, and the lanterns were placed on the steps of the staircase in front of your entrance.

”Thank you Lando!“, you jumped into his arms, ”I don’t think that I would have the dream house with my dream decoration if it wasn’t for you.“

”Only what you deserve, baby.“

He hugged you tight and kissed your nose softly.

”But if you want, you can thank me in different ways than just a hug.“

[thebisexualdogdad]

City lights - sugar baby!Evan Buckley x male!reader

*A/N: as requested sugar baby Buck is back!*

“Looks like you had a good day,” you smile at Buck as he enters your room, two hotel workers following him with their hands full of shopping bags.

“You gave me your credit card in New York City of course I did,” he laughs.

The workers set the bags down and you hand them each a huge tip which they thank you for.

“Have a good evening Mr Y/L/N and Mr Buckley,” one of them tells you as they leave.

“Look at this view,” Buck says in awe, now standing in front of the window that overlooks the city.

“It is beautiful but I much prefer looking at you,” you reply, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek.

“How was your meeting?” He smiles, “I know I already told you but you look so handsome in this suit.”

“Thank you love and we closed the deal,” you say with your hands grazing over his stomach.

“I knew you would,” he sighs when a hand travels down to his thigh right past where you know he wanted you.

“So what did you do today? Besides spending my money,” you tease, kissing under his ear.

“I went for a run in Central Park, I had brunch at that restaurant you recommended and then I bought all new clothes for our trip to Greece next week including some new speedos,” he tells you.

“I can't wait to see you in them,” you laugh, ghosting your hand over his growing bulge while the other slips under his shirt.

“Y/N,” he gasps.

“What is it baby?”

“Please touch me.”

“Like this?” You ask, grabbing his bulge through his pants.

He moans and is growing impatient as you begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

You're kissing his neck, running your hands over his abs and up to his chest, squeezing his large pecs.

The sun is setting and the city lights are becoming brighter making the view even more stunning as Bucks moans fill your ears.

“I need you so bad,” he sighs, rubbing his ass against you.

“Anything you want baby,” you tell him, pulling the zipper down on his pants and pulling his cock out of his underwear.

You stroke him with one hand while the other returns to his chest to toy with his nipples, twisting and tugging until he is fully hard.

His eyes are screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of you touching him when suddenly you pull away from him.

“Y/N?” He huffs upset.

“One second love, I just need to grab the lube,” you chuckle, stepping over to the dresser you put all your personal belongings in.

Buck is whining and you couldn't get back to him possibly fast enough.

He pushes his pants down around his ankles as you open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto your fingers, Buck gasping when the cold gel coats his hole.

He braces himself on the window sill, moaning loudly when one finger pushes inside first and then after a few pumps a second.

His knees start to tremble as you take your time spreading him open.

“Fuck Y/N, I need your cock,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What was that?” You whisper in his ear.

“I need your cock,” he shouts and before he knows it your fingers are being replaced and he's being stretched to the brim.

His cries out and his grip on the window sill tightens as you find a steady pace with your hips.

He tries to close his eyes again but one of your hands go to his throat, “keep your eyes open baby don't want this view to go to waste do we?”

His mouth hangs opens, ungodly noises coming out of him with your hand gently squeezing his throat.

His cock swings around, slapping his stomach and his thighs while you're thoroughly fucking him.

“Do you wanna cum Evan?” You ask him and he nods, “I need to hear you say it dear.”

“I wanna cum, please let me cum,” he begs.

“Then cum for me,” you order, choking him harder.

Buck quickly strokes himself, cumming all over the window when you hit just the right spot inside him.

You loosen your grip on his throat while he rides out his high, the city lights now shining bright in the night.

Hearing Buck moan your name pushes you over the edge as well, filling him up which makes his knees buckle.

You slow your movements, Buck leaning on the window for support as wave after wave of his orgasm hits him.

He groans when you pull out of him a few moments later, cum dripping onto the floor.

“God Y/N no one has ever fucked me like you do,” he smiles.

“I told you the night we met that I would always take care of you Evan,” you say, turning him around so you could kiss him deeply, “now how about I order us some dinner from room service, you're gonna need the energy because I'm far from done with you.”

[hotchnerwrites]

Live & Unfiltered

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x streamer!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: NSFW, smut (18+ only), reader is a streamer with a bedroom setup, fingering, oral sex, doggy, size k1nk if you squint, afab reader, no use of (y/n), swear words, a little bit of v0yeurism, a bit of soft dom toji omg

Request: Hiii!!! I was wondering if you could do Popular live streamer x Toji? Where reader forgets to turn her live off and Toji and reader do some "things". After that she gets banned for a month??? ⚠️ don't write this is you don't feel comfortable ⚠️

A/N: Thank you so much for your request @okgrdgy !! I'm sorry it took me a while, kind of went ham on it. I hope it's what you envisioned. I loved this idea so much. Included a streamer chat too. TBH i don't watch streams, so I took some creative liberties here and there ahahaha we pretend we do not see the inaccuracies. I hope you like it!!! Enjoy reading <3333

My requests are open! Send me stuff through my asks :)

The stopwatch has been ticking for almost 3 hours now. You’re getting tired now and plan on ending the live stream soon. It was getting late in the evening. According to the streaming stats on your secondary monitor, viewers were tabbing out too, which made this decision all too easy. You had dedicated four years of your life to streaming as a career. Your mom had questioned your sanity initially, but after you bought her the house in cash, she shut up about it. Clearly, you had done something right to be averaging 3 million viewers per live. The money was excellent too. You imagined having a great pair of tits had something to do with it too. Lord knows some of those incels viewing your content asked you to strip enough times. 

“Alright, chat, what do you say we wrap this up soon? I’m getting real tired and I wanna grab dinner soon!” You chirp into the mic. “I’ll make you a deal, yeah? I’ll play one more lobby and if I win, we all call it a night.”

mandown13: Deal!!! Get ‘em girl. Just donated a rose for good luck. 🌹 mattymp4: Donated 12 subs, I’m expecting a shoutout soon. marc_johnson_25: Dinner? Yeah right. More like making a sandwich for your boyfriend vibecheck_77: Let's gooo!! Can’t wait for the next level 💪🎮 justanotherfan69: you gonna bounce in your seat again? I know you wore that cropped shirt just for us today 😏 pufferfishxoxo: the new overlay fucks, i love it chillguy_42: You gonna do a fan lobby again? shadow_ninja51: Still waiting on the RE8 stream… I donated roses for it :/ dont_killmyvibe: What’s plans for the next stream?  sarah_gamer_13: Sad to see you going offline early today.

As you read through the comments, the door behind you creaks open. You glance over your shoulder, pushing one side of your headset off. You see Toji, fresh out of the shower, dressed in his old sweats. He’s towelling his hair as he looks at you. He cracks a smile before speaking up. 

“How much longer, doll? I’m starving.”

“One more game, honey, then I’m done, I promise. I won’t be long.”

“You’d be on there all night if you could,” he grumbles, “Don’t take too long, okay? Yell when you’re done.” With that, Toji turns and leaves the room, his footsteps padding down the hallway.

shadowhunter23: You should do a stream with your mans. That’d be lit. justanotherfan69: @/shadowhunter23 Yeah right. He’s gonna cook her. Bet she won’t so she doesn’t lose on stream. sarah_gamer_13: Yeah right, idiots. vibecheck_77: Keep an eye on your left when you go in. It’s your blind spot.

“Okay, chat, here we go. And no, I’m not gonna stream with Toji. He doesn’t really like being on camera, and we respect that here,” you say. You turn back to your primary monitor, double-check that the screen is visible, and return your focus to the lobby.

mandown13: Yessss! You did it! Let’s gooooo! 🙌 pufferfishxoxo: Cooked LOL toxicwaste42: Lmao, didn’t expect that. Guess I was wrong. 🙄 justanotherfan69: Toji sure is one lucky bastard gamerbro_999: Bruh, stop pretending you know how to play. Just look at your reactions. Fake ass bitch. n00bmaster76: Maybe if you showed your tits less and played more, your stats wouldn’t be in the shit. sarah_gamer_13: Good job, girlie. Take rest, you did good today. shadow_ninja51: She’s good, but the fact that people donate just because you’re hot is so wild. 😂

You lean back and stretch your arms as you wrap up the stream. “Alright, chat, that’s it for now. As promised, one last one and we’re done. Thanks for sticking around! I love you all, and I’ll see you next week as usual. Night!” 

You click the end stream button, and the chat blows up with excited comments. You’re grateful to be off now. The ends of your streams were the part you hated the most, not just because you hated leaving your fans but also because the end was when the incels came out in full force. It was such a headache to deal with them. But you’re glad today’s over and you’re looking forward to spending time with your boyfriend.

“Tojiiiiiii,” you call. You’ve missed him. “I’m done. Come backkkkkk!” You know you sound needy but that’s because you are.

Toji strolls back into your room, broad shoulders filling the doorway. He flashes you that crooked grin you love, the scar stretching across his teeth. His hair still hasn’t dried fully, sticking up in the front. 

“You miss me, doll?” He teases, sauntering over to your bed where you’re sprawled out. His voice is raspy and his smile is teasing, like he’s trying to get under your skin. You can’t help but wonder how he pulls it off so effortlessly. 

You part your legs, and he stands between them, staring down at you. His arms are crossed across his broad chest. From this height, he looks like a giant. 

“Long stream?” He asks. His tone is soft, as if genuinely curious, but you know better. The way his lips curl into a flirty smirk tells you he couldn’t care less about the stream. He’s more interested in you. 

“Yeah. You still hungry?”

“Sure,” he shrugs noncommittally. He doesn’t follow that up with anything, but you didn’t dare interrupt. You could tell something was on his mind. After a beat, he flops down next to you. You shift over a bit, making room for him. Toji throws a large arm across your body and pulls you closer. His hand lands on your waist with a firm, possessive grip. His warmth surrounds you, and the scent of his cologne washes over you. You inhale deeply, enjoying the quiet moment.

“You don’t seem hungry, Toji,” you whisper. 

Toji chuckles, “I am. I swear.” He leans in closer, his breath tickling your face. He slowly presses his lips to the side of yours. His hand sneaks up your waist, making feather-light touches as it approaches your breast. His fingers slide against the fabric of your shirt. The warmth from his body sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Oh!” Were you short-circuiting?

“Yeah. Oh.” Toji chuckles, low and playful. He’s enjoying this. 

He leans in again and presses his mouth against yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the sensation. His tongue swipes against your lips, asking for permission that you don’t think twice about granting. Long, languid strokes are Toji’s style. His tongue dances against yours, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. A warm buzz spreads through your body, which you never want to end. As you both break away to catch your breath, Toji moves down and presses warm, wet kisses against your neck.

“Toji,” you whimper his name, “Please, baby, I need more.”

He pulls away to look into your eyes. Toji tilts your chin up gently with his fingers and says. “Relax, honey, let me take care of it. Just let me help you with that.”

Before you can react, Toji returns to mouthing that spot on your neck. All this while, he had been taking his time, but something had changed now. His hand trails down your waist, sending electricity dancing down your skin. He hooks his fingers under your shirt and yanks it clean off.

“God, you’re so beautiful, doll,” Toji murmurs as he moves down your body. Your body feels like it’s on fire, and you emit a sound between a moan and a whimper. Your need is increasing by the second, and you’re not sure how much longer you can be patient. “Toji,” you mumble out.

“Quiet, baby. Be patient. I’ve got you,” Toji replies from between your legs. With that, he slides your sweats off and gets to work. It seemed like a fire had been lit within him, he wasn’t wasting any time now. He hooks a finger in your panties and pulls it to the side. He presses a thumb to your clit, giving it an experimental swipe. When you gasp and arch against his touch, he takes the liberty of adding a long swipe against your wet cunt with his tongue. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues his ministrations against you. You’re getting impossibly wetter, and the feeling of his tongue against you is overwhelming. Toji groans against you, flicking your clit with his tongue before he slides a finger into your wet hole. You gasp against the sudden intrusion and buck against him. You can't help the moans spilling out of you as Toji’s fingers work in and out of you, his tongue against your swollen bud. 

“Look at me, baby,” Toji orders, his tone warming your core. You hum as Toji’s fingers hit your sweet spot, over and over again. 

“I’m close, Toji, please,” you beg. He doesn’t respond, but his fingers scissor inside you, making you grind your hips against his face. A sudden bolt of lightning arcs up your spine, and your release hits you like a train. 

“Fuck!” You spit out, pleasure radiating from your core in waves. Toji hauls himself above you, biceps bulging. His mouth is glistening in your juices, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. You grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him in for a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself in his mouth, and it’s driving you crazy. 

Without a warning, Toji suddenly flips you over onto your hands and knees. “Be a good girl for me, now, okay?” He whispers into your ear as he leans over you. You don’t respond. Instead, you push your ass back against his crotch, right onto his erection. As you grind against him, Toji emits a deep rumble from his chest. He presses a large palm against the small of your back and pushes you down. 

“Misbehave and I’ll stop, doll,” Toji states. His tone brooks no argument, and you stop your movements. Toji moves behind you, and you hear the soft rustle of fabric— he strips quickly and rolls on a condom. He’s so fast that you barely register his actions. Before you get a chance you say anything, Toji taps his cock against your entrance a few times and slides in. 

A high-pitched gasp escapes you as you stretch to accommodate to girth. You had slept with Toji so many times, but it always felt like the first time with him. Nothing got you used to his cock bullying its way past your walls. 

“Fuck, Toji, you’re too big,” you can barely get the words out. The tip of his cock is kissing your spongy walls and you’re already seeing stars as he drags it in and out. His eyes don’t move from where your bodies connect. 

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart,” Toji says as he sets a rough pace.

 You don’t even deign him with an answer; you’re too far gone at this point to string words together. His cock hits all the spots you need it too. Your cries bounce off the walls, and the room smells like sweat and sex. A ring of cream has formed around the base of Toji’s cock. Your walls are fluttering against his cock as he speeds up. Pleasure radiates from your pussy to your head and you swear you could hear bells. 

“Harder, Toji, please, I wanna cum so bad,” you cry out. 

Toji pushes you down and holds you down with one arm. He’s going in deeper at this angle, and his dick repeatedly hits your G-spot. You’re basically screaming from pleasure now, and you can hear Toji grunting above you. You squeeze around him as he slides you up and down his cock at a rapid pace. His grip on your waist tightens, and Toji groans as he cums suddenly. He thrusts shallowly a few more times, enough for you to chase your high, and you cum for a second time. This time, your pleasure slides through you slowly, a warm feeling slowly spreading through your body.

Toji slides off you and lays down next to you. “God, doll, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your forehead. You push yourself up on your arms and crawl onto his chest. His arm wraps around you and his fingers draw abstract designs on your back. 

“You were hungry,” you say. Toji looks down at you, a small smirk tugging against the edge of his mouth. 

“Yeah. Just not the kind you thought,” he chuckles. 

You descend into a fit of giggles. As you both come down your highs, you hear the bells again. 

“Toji, did you hear that?” You ask. He looks at you, a confused look in his eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“The bells, can you hear them?”

“What be— Oh. Oh.” Toji looks distracted suddenly, glancing over your shoulder.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” You turn your head, following his gaze.

There, in the distance, next to your setup, you can see a faint red dot.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck fuck. No fucking way.

You leap up, grab your shirt off the floor and toss it on as you run over to your desktop. The bells… The stupid bells were notification sounds. From your livestream. From earlier.

That you had apparently forgotten to turn all the way off. 

justanotherfan69: No. Fucking. Way. n00bmaster76: I knew she’d do it. None of these female streamers don’t do it for the game, they just sell themselves online for money. Why would she be any different? L. toxicwaste42: YOOOOOOO

You quickly hit the end stream button properly this time. The light blinks off this time. Just to be sure, you pull the plug from the outlet as well. 

“Baby, what is it?” Toji asks from behind you.

“So, uh… remember that livestream earlier?” You say sheepishly.

“Yeah. What about it?”

“I….. kind of….. maybe… forgot to turn it off……”

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Bonus The next day, you stare at your emails in pure dismay.

Your account has been temporarily suspended for violating the T&C associated with streaming through our client. Our company aims to be family-friendly, and your actions, upon review, do not align with our ideals. As a result, we have banned you from streaming for the next one (1) month. If you wish to appeal this decision, please respond to this email. Regards

Toji sneaks a look at your screen over your shoulder. He laughs at your plight.

"Oh, shut up, Toji," you snark, his mirth doing nothing for your foul mood, "You're the reason behind this."

"Worth it. Toooootally worth it," he draws out the syllables.

You swat his chest as you begin typing up your appeal.

Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs, comments and follows are appreciated! Constructive criticism is welcome :) Do not plagiarise my content and/or post it anywhere without crediting me.

[probably-writing-x]

Armour

Rafe!AU x Reader

Summary: Having your heart broken was one thing. But Rafe watching somebody break your heart? That was something nobody could prepare for.

Warnings: Suggestions of a toxic relationship, cursing, mentions of alcohol / drug dependency, I think that’s everything??

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I LOVED writing this - it took me ages but I just had the idea from this gif and went for it. Let me know if you like it <3

It wasn’t a feeling you could describe. Because, really, it felt like there was no explanation. You’d been in love. You’d been consumed. And now? Nothing. It felt like a part of your future had been torn away in front of you. And you didn’t know why.

For nine years now you’d been dating your boyfriend, James. He was your high school relationship, turned college relationship, and the two of you had returned to the Outer Banks and bought a place together - planning on staying here so that he could work for his father now that the two of you had graduated college.

You’d been living in the house for a year now, down the road from his parents’ home, where he’d grown up. It was weird really, you’d been so certain that you wanted to get off the island. But he’d suggested moving back here and you agreed. That was what was going to keep him happy, anyway. And, plus, him working for his Dad’s company would mean that the two of you were practically set for life. Though it felt strange to think that your life would begin and end here. You’d done it for him, for your relationship, your future with James.

And yet you couldn’t figure out where things had changed. You couldn’t pinpoint a day, a moment, an argument; nothing. One day he was yours and the next he was disappearing. And, as much as you wanted to keep him, there was only so much it was in your control.

It was a day burned into your mind, one that would remain burned there for a long time. The way he’d looked at you, cold and heartless. The way he’d spoken, yelled and screamed when you disagreed. And, just like that, he’d packed a bag and walked out towards his parents’ place, telling you that it was over. Nine years of a relationship slipping away, disappearing into the dark of your first night alone.

Sarah had come round that night and stayed with you, her baby bump growing into her fifth month of pregnancy. She’d stayed with you on the couch as you cried, still been there in the morning when your eyes were tired and puffy. She’d stayed the entire day and helped pack up as many of your things as you could, called John B to get him to help take your stuff to their house.

They lived where the chalet used to be, in a house John B had built with the boys, much bigger than what they used to have. One of the rooms was taken up by the starts of their nursery, and they’d already set up an air mattress in the other room for you, a spare sheet and comforter folded on top. You didn’t sleep much more than a couple of hours that night either, or the night after, and you only slept from exhaustion on the fourth night.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Sarah knocks gently on the door before letting herself in, “How are you doing?”

You pull yourself to sit up in the bed, pushing yourself back against the headboard, drawing your knees to your chest, “I’m okay, just tired.”

She frowns and comes to sit on the bed beside you, her hand squeezing your knee, “So, you don’t have to see him if you don’t want to, but my brother is flying back today.”

Rafe. Her older brother. The boy you’d grown up with. He’d been your first kiss at a party when both of you were too young to know what you were doing. He’d been the boy that picked you up from your first drunk night when your parents couldn’t know you’d been drinking. He’d been the one your eyes were drawn to in a crowd of people since you could remember. You hadn’t seen him since the summer after your first year of college. He’d decided to move to New York - taking up a job in the city. The two of you had sat on the dock and spoken for hours and he ended the conversation by telling you he was leaving in the morning. Since then, your paths hadn’t crossed. He was barely home nowadays. But, you suppose, with Sarah being pregnant, it was a better time than any for him to return to the old stomping grounds.

“He’s coming here?” You swallow the lump in your throat.

She nods, “He’s going to sleep on the couch for a couple of nights. I haven’t told him anything about you and James - I figured it was up to you if you wanted to tell him or not.”

You take a deep breath and nod too, “Okay, thank you.”

Sarah squeezes your leg again and places her other hand over her bump, pushing herself up to stand, “John B is making some food if you want any breakfast. I’d make the most of it, he hates cooking normally,” She laughs, the sympathy still casting a shadow over her bright eyes.

Sarah knew how things were with you and Rafe, as much as she never mentioned it to you - it was a conversation that it felt like the two of you had already had without any words being spoken. She’d seen his face after the two of you kissed, the way he blushed and stuttered afterwards. She’d watched the way things had changed between you when you and James got together, the way Rafe seemed to distance. And she’d watched the pain in your eyes the day he left, like a little window through to the ache that seemed to never leave your heart. And, right now, she’d seen the slightest glimmer of hope in you at the mention of him coming home.

For the first time in a few days, you find yourself actually wanting to get up, get ready, feel a little human for the day. You shower and do all of your skincare, spending a little longer on it than you usually do. You half-dry your hair and plait it instead of leaving it to frizz around your head, and you change into clean clothes from the duffle bag of things that you and Sarah had packed up from your house - well, what was your house.

By the time you come downstairs, John B and Sarah are sat at the dining table, tucking into plates of food with a fresh pot of coffee and a jug of orange juice on the table. One of his arms is around the back of her chair, his eyes bright as he listens to her speak.

“Hey! You’re up!” He looks over and grins as you come down the stairs, “How are you feeling today?”

You smooth a hand over the two braids on your head and smile, feeling like you have to force it just a little less than before, “Better, thank you.”

“Good, well there’s food here if you want it,” He gestures to the table, “And eat up quick because Sarah’s eating enough for two at the minute.”

You laugh and make your way over, sitting down at the opposite side of the table. From the angle, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in their lounge and the sight doesn’t feel like yourself. Your eyes are dark underneath, something no eye cream would fix after just one use. And your body seems weirdly shrunken in the sweatshirt around your figure. It sits long over your arms and so baggy that you can’t make out the shape of your torso. Your skin looks drier and your lips are chapped. But you remind yourself that you feel a little more human today and it seems to ease the worry for a while, your breath feeling less shaky as you turn back to the food.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise the time,” John B glances at the clock, “I promised I’d go and help Pope build their crib before I went to pick your brother up - apparently I’m a pro at it now.”

Pope and Cleo were also expecting, due just a month after Sarah and John B’s baby would likely be born. They lived in a house not far from his parents’ place. JJ and Kie had come back to the Outer Banks a few months ago after travelling for a year - though they said it was less travelling and more finding as many places to surf as they could. Before that, Kie had been working on turtle conservation in a few different projects and JJ had been flying out everywhere with her - experiencing the world as a pair. They had no plans of marriage, or kids, or even where to settle, but that was perfect for them; chasing another adventure until it felt like they’d done it all. And you - whilst it felt like all of your friends were starting a new chapter, yours had just ended and the author was yet to think of where the story would go next. It was as if one of the main characters had just dropped out of the pages, leaving the story in ruins from here on out - all chapters of marriage and pregnancy and growing old together disappearing as quickly as James had told you it was over.

John B kisses Sarah a quick goodbye and grabs the keys to his truck, disappearing outside. A chill flurries through the house but it dissipates quickly, settling back into the home they’d managed to make together. You weren’t sure if you could remember your house feeling like that, and when you think about it for too long, you settle on the fact that maybe it never had.

~~~

It’s early afternoon when you hear the sound of a car in the driveway. And you’re sure your ears prick up to the noise, your heart seeming to pause a little in preparation. You set down the book in your hands and stand up from the couch, glancing at your appearance in the mirror quickly and dragging your fingertips underneath your eyes as if to push the fatigue away from them.

“I think that’s them back,” Sarah comments as she comes downstairs, making her way over to the door, “Yeah, that’s them! Are you okay?”

You glance at her and regather your words, “Of course.”

And, just like that, the door clicks open and the sound of two rumbling voices tumbles into the room, a deep laugh that pauses halfway through.

“Hey little sis!” Rafe’s voice seems no different than when you last heard it, deep and intense but seemingly so comforting.

He grins as he wraps his arms around his sister, cautiously as if the bump between them is the most fragile thing he’s seen. His eyes flick down to the baby bump and back up, shaking his head with the slightest reflection of tears in his eyes.

“I still can’t believe it,” He chuckles, hugging her again, “I was just saying to John B that I-“

As he pulls away from her, his eyes flick back to the only other body in the room. The few metres between you. His shoulders and features soften, his body relaxing just slightly. His smile falters, somewhere close to shock, before returning as bright as it had been before.

“(Y/N)…” His voice seems to trail off, Adam’s apple bobbing and the sound of his duffle bag hitting the floor seeming to echo in the space between you, “Long time no see.”

With that, he strides the short distance between you and wraps his arms around you tightly, tight enough that your feet just slightly lift from the ground. He smells like dark cologne and coffee and his hair is longer than when you’d seen him last, his face seeming fuller and sharper as if he’d grown into himself, a shadow of stubble growing darker around his jawline.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” He comments, settling you back as he steps away from you, hands still gripping your forearms - his eyes seem to graze over you as if checking over.

“Yeah I-“ You clear your throat, voice seeming scratchy as your eyes find it impossible to leave him, “I’m just staying for a few days.”

“God, it’s good to see you,” His brows raise with his smile, a light laugh warming the space between you before Rafe seems to come back to himself, clearing his throat and letting go of his hold around your arms, one of his hands flying up to scratch at the back of his neck.

“I’ll leave your stuff down here if that’s okay, Rafe,” Sarah comments, “Are you sure you’re okay with sleeping on the couch?”

He turns away from you and takes a second to rejoin a conversation away from you, nodding, “Yeah, of course. We all know I slept in way worse places after drunk nights before.”

You’d learnt from Sarah that Rafe was completely sober now - he’d stopped the drinking and the drugs not long after you’d gone off to college, and Sarah still swore it was like a weird shift into his old self coming back. You weren’t sure that you knew what she meant - he’d always been Rafe to you.

“Alright, I’ll bring down some pillows and a blanket,” John B nods, jogging upstairs.

Before you can say anything else, your phone starts to ring on one of the side tables by the couch, buzzing loudly against the wooden surface. The screen flashes up with “James” accompanied by a blue heart emoji and a photo of the two of you on vacation that you still hadn’t removed.

“I-“ You feel your cheeks heat, “I should take this.”

You grab the phone and flee down the corridor, only answering the call when you’re outside, the door to the garden remaining ajar behind you.

“Hello?”

“(Y/N),” He returns, his voice seeming cold even through the speaker of your phone, “Are you still at Sarah’s?”

“Yeah I’m just staying here for a few days I-“

“Okay, I have more of your stuff to drop off,” James cuts in, “I’ll swing by and leave it at the front door.”

“James can we just-“

He hangs up then and the phone feels heavy in your hand, still lightly pressed against your ear as if any part of him still remained. Your heart seems to clench and your bottom lip quivers but you pierce your lips together tightly to stop it, clenching your nails into your palm until the slight sting centres you back into where you were. This morning had felt like a better day, a few steps forward, and within just a few short words you seemed to have tumbled all the way back to square one.

When you turn around and go back inside, it’s just Rafe left in the lounge.

“Where did-“

“Something to do with pregnancy,” Rafe narrows his eyes a little, a small smile on his lips, “But I have no idea what she actually said.”

You nod and wrap your arms around yourself, avoiding his gaze.

He frowns, standing up from the couch, “Is everything okay?”

You nod again.

“I saw you were reading To Kill A Mockingbird, do you like it? I realise I never asked you,” He picks up your copy from the table and brushes a thumb over the worn cover.

He’d given you that book when you’d graduated. You’d read it front to back at least four times since then, sometimes just reading the annotations that he’d put in the margins instead of the printed words on the page.

“It’s the one I gave you,” His brows drop as if in sudden realisation, and his eyes seem brighter like they’re swelling with the hints of pride in his heart, “I didn’t even realise it was the same one. I can’t believe you’ve still got this.”

You fiddle with the material on the sleeves of your jumper, noticing how it seems to scratch at your skin more now, “Yeah, same one.”

Rafe glances up and the pride in his eyes seems to etch towards worry, “(Y/N), what’s going on?”

You shake your head again, “Um, I think I’m going to go and lie down. I should probably give you a chance to settle in anyway, you’ve been travelling and everything.”

With a slight stumble over your words, you hurry towards the stairs, disappearing out of his sight before he has the chance to stop you.

~~~

Somewhere between then and now, you’d fallen asleep. You wake up hours later and the sun has shifted to the afternoon angle that meant it no longer came burning through the window in the spare bedroom. The house is quiet but you can hear the sound of conversation downstairs, quiet voices and hushed tones.

When you open your bedroom door, the conversation becomes clearer - Rafe and Sarah.

“She’s not herself, why won’t you tell me what’s happened?” Rafe says, and you can hear the worry injected into his words.

“Rafe, I can’t tell you for her, you’ve just got to wait until she’s ready to talk about it,” Sarah explains, “It’s been years since you two have seen each other, you can’t blame her for not wanting to talk to you about stuff yet.”

“We used to talk about everything, I knew everything about her,” Rafe returns, “I’ve just… I’ve missed her. And I’ve come back but it still feels like I haven’t got her back.”

You feel the weight settle and flutter on your chest, a weird combination between wanting to run down to him and run away from it all. It felt weird to have Rafe back when you felt so distant from yourself. The closest to him you’d been in years and yet feeling like the furthest from you.

One of the floorboards creaks beneath your feet and their conversation quickly ceases. You take that as your sign to go downstairs, feeling a little more human now that you’d caught up on another few hours of sleep.

“Hi honey,” Sarah smiles warmly, “There’s a box of stuff for you on the counter.”

“Of course there is,” You roll your eyes at her and she laughs a little, “Thank you.”

It’s an unlabelled box, likely one of the small ones you’d used to move into the house in the first place. But you take the lid on top as a sign to not open it - whatever was in there you probably didn’t want to be thinking about now. It could be opened on one of your bad days when you needed to cry. Until then, it could definitely be ignored.

“Alright I’m just going to call John B and get him to pick up some dinner on the way home,” Sarah comments, walking out of the kitchen and into the lounge instead.

Rafe is leaning back against one of the counters, a red solo cup in his hand, his eyes looking down as he swirls around the liquid in the cup.

“I thought you stopped drinking,” You comment, gesturing to his hands.

He chuckles a little and looks up at you, “Yeah, yeah, I did. It’s just water. This was the first cup I could find.”

You nod and walk over to him, leaning against the kitchen island opposite Rafe so that you were facing him, your arms folding over your chest.

“So, how’s New York?”

Rafe smiles, “Very different from home. Sometimes a good different, other times not so much. Just a lot to get used to, you know?”

You nod in agreement but don’t say anything.

“Makes me realise how much I miss from home.”

Your eyes find his again and both of you smile just enough for it to be visible. The air feels warmer between you, warmer still every time your eyes meet.

“So, you moved back here, to the Outer Banks, glad to come home?”

“I don’t-“ You purse your lips for a second, “I did, when I first got back. I don’t know anymore.”

He’s silent in return and your eyes lose contact, yours flicking to the floor. Rafe stretches out one of his feet and nudges at your ankle, tapping you, “Hey.”

You look up and let your eyes return to his, his gaze softening as his words quieten. The tension in you seems to relax just enough.

“What happened, (Y/N)?”

You feel the lump reform in your throat, the way it seems to constrict any chance you have of speaking, the way your muscles feel weaker, like you could crumble there and then, “I don’t know.”

The words come out barely audible, scratching from your tongue as your bottom lip trembles a little.

“One day we were fine, the next he told me it was over,” You half-laugh because you’re certain it’s the only way you can avoid crying, though tears are already blurring your vision, “I don’t know what happened.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe steps forward and pulls your arms from around your torso, guiding them around his back before wrapping his own arms around you too, letting your head bury onto his chest. He brings a hand up to your hair and keeps you close to him, tightening his hold on you as much as he possibly can.

You let yourself cry into him, tears staining the t-shirt as you grip onto the material at the back, holding him like you’re terrified that he’ll slip away too. Despite the way you need him to hold you, you’re sure that he needs you too - in the way his chin rests on top of your hair, the way he adjusts every few seconds as if reassuring himself that you couldn’t get any closer.

The pair of you stay like that for a short infinity, neither of you wanting to be the first to move, both of you certain that years of emotion is pouring into the single gesture, the single contact after years without. A short infinity.

~~~

That night, you sit down for dinner with Sarah, John B and Rafe. They all make sure that you fill your plate of food first, and encourage you to have the last slice of pizza. They look at you with a sense of relief on their features, like you were back just a little more than you had been. Rafe’s arm settles over the back of your chair, his other hand wrapped around a glass of water. He looks at you when you speak and chuckles deeply when you make a quiet joke. You feel the most human you’ve felt in years.

And when you go to bed that night, it feels less likely that you’ll be lying awake questioning everything, much more likely that you’ll sleep soundly. You change into your pyjamas - a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts - and get under the covers, tugging them up to your neck.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door, a little tap like it isn’t sure if it wants to be heard.

“Come in,” You announce, pushing yourself to sit up a little against the headboard.

It’s Rafe on the other side, only his silhouette visible against the dark of the room, the light of the corridor illuminating him from behind, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” He whispers into the dark, “I was just downstairs and I realised you left this.”

His hands are wrapped around the copy of your book, the pages slightly folded at the corner.

“Oh, right, yeah, I forgot it,” You smile, “Thank you.”

“You just, you normally always read before bed,” He continues, bringing it over as the bedroom door starts to shut slowly behind him, “Well, you used to, I don’t know if you still do that anymore, I just remember when you used to- I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

You laugh a little and he sets the book down on your nightstand.

“So, you promise you’re okay?”

“I will be,” You return, watching as he stands awkwardly at the side of your bed, like he’s completely out of place, “Do you want to sit down?”

His mouth opens and closes like he’s not sure what to say but he nods, walking around to the other side of the bed and sitting down beside you, looking out of place still in his clothes from the day.

You’re both silent, illuminated by the slither of light coming through from the ajar bedroom door. On the far side of the room, there’s a vanity stretching across the wall, it’s scattered with a few of your belongings, and right in the middle sits the box that James had dropped off earlier.

Rafe nods his head in the direction of it, “So, have you opened that?”

You look at him and frown, “No, no I haven’t.”

“Don’t you want to know what he’s given you?”

You laugh a little, “I can tell you want to know. Go and get it, let’s open it.”

He chuckles and scrambles to stand up, grabbing the box and bringing it back over. Rafe settles himself back into the bed and sets the box down between the two of you, “Go on, you do the honours.”

You laugh and take the lid off. The box is only half full, littered with a few relatively meaningless things. There’s a couple of your tops, a jewellery box you took when you went on vacation, a couple of bracelets, a photoframe - empty, though that had once held a photo of you and James together.

“Holy shit! You kept this?” Rafe exclaims, picking up a shot glass that had been buried under a few things.

The glass had come from a night the two of you had snuck into the bar near the port. You’d managed to pick the lock on the door, spent hours just the two of you chatting and figuring out random drinks to make. Rafe had poured you shots of every liquor he could find and you’d shared each one, grimacing a little less with every shot as the alcohol started to take effect. You’d left some time after sunrise, managed to stumble your way down to the beach, and woke up hours later with the shot glass still held in your grasp. It had come with you to college, and came back when you moved back home. A little pocketed story that only you and Rafe knew.

“Of course I did,” You giggle, “That was a good night.”

Rafe traces his thumb around the top of the glass, “Yeah, it was I loved that night.”

“Do you remember it?” You scoff, “We were wasted.”

You remembered it. You were so sure he was going to kiss you, then. To kiss you for the first time that wasn’t controlled by a party game. To kiss you for the first time away from a party of laughing eyes. He’d looked at you like he was going to kiss you, but he never did. Though, when you slept, he’d linked his fingers with yours, squeezing three times before both of you fell asleep. His hand, just like the shot glass, had still been in yours hours later.

“I remember.”

The silence falls once again as both of you pick and pull at the rest of the objects in the box. Nothing takes much interest after that, but you find yourself instead drawn to what was missing.

“It’s not in here,” You mumble, pulling through the box one more time to check again.

“What isn’t?” Rafe frowns, “What’s not there?”

“It’s um-“ You clear your throat, glancing up at him, “It’s stupid really.”

He shakes his head, “It’s not stupid, what is it?”

“Do you remember that little giraffe I used to have? My nana got it for me when I was a kid, it’s not in here, and I couldn’t find it when me and Sarah got my stuff. It’s not here,” You frown again, taking out the shot glass and closing the lid on the rest of the box.

“Well, it’s got to be at the house somewhere,” Rafe shrugs, “We’ll find it.”

You half-laugh, setting the box down on the floor beside the bed, “What are we going to do? Break into the house?”

Your laugh continues but Rafe’s stops after a split second, shrugging his shoulders, “Let’s do it.”

You halt in your movements, looking at the way his eyes seem so set on you, like nothing could tear them away, “You’re serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

~~~

That’s how, within the hour, you’re walking up towards your old house, it looking eerie and dark in your absence, the flowers you’d planted outside looked dry even after a few days without you here and it bubbled a new sense of loss inside you, like a part you hadn’t thought you’d lose - a mundane part that just added to the rest.

“Do you still have a key?” Rafe hisses from beside you as you both walk up the driveway.

“No, I left it at home,” You return, glancing up at him.

“What?” Rafe raises his brows, “We came all the way here and yo-“

“Kidding,” You smile, pulling the key from your pocket, “This is still my house too until he settles everything.”

Rafe grins, “I like the way you think (Y/L/N).”

You step up to the door and go to unlock it. Rafe steps forward, his hand wrapping around yours before you can move. He looks at you and presses the index finger of his other hand to his lips, guiding his hand around yours to turn the key in the lock. The door creaks when it opens and you both wince, letting it close slowly behind you.

“Damn, this is a nice place,” Rafe whispers, glancing around the downstairs rooms of the house.

You look at him and roll your eyes, “That makes me feel better.”

He laughs quietly and clasps his hands together, widening his eyes at the quiet noise that seems to echo around the house, “So where are we going?”

“I don’t know where it would be,” You shake your head, “Maybe the lounge?”

He outstretches a hand, “Lead the way.”

You take Rafe’s hand in yours as the two of you go towards the lounge. You bump into the couch as you step into the room and he stumbles behind you, hands flying to your waist to stop you from falling.

“We’re not exactly pros at this,” Rafe laughs, letting you balance yourself again as you stand up, your back pressing against his chest.

You glance down at yourself, a baggy hoodie over a pair of shorts, a pair of crocs on your feet, and him, a pair of slacks and a checkered shirt with a couple of buttons undone. He steps back from you and glances around the dark room, pulling out his phone and flicking on the flashlight. It casts a circle of light across the room as you start to look around, noticing the empty spots where photos of the two of you used to decorate the space. There are a few takeout boxes sprawled over the coffee table and a line of empty beer cans, one of them rolling along the floor when you step beside it.

“I can’t see anything,” Rafe hisses, flashing the light in your direction before you squint at the sight, blocking the brightness from your eyes, “Ooh sorry I-“

You both freeze then as a light flicks on upstairs, the hallway light.

“Who’s that?” Rafe mouths in your direction and you look at him like it’s the worst thing you’ve heard, watching the realisation sink onto his face just a second later.

Before either of you can say anything, there’s the sound of feet padding down the stairs, picking up their pace as they near you. Rafe takes a stride across the room, bumping shoulders with you as he comes to a stop.

“Who the f-“ James rounds the corner, “(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I ju-“

“Rafe?” James interjects, “What? Did you hear (Y/N) was single and catch the next flight back?”

“Hey, no, that’s not what-“ You begin again.

“Fucking unbelievable,” James interrupts you again, “What are you doing in my house?”

“Cut it out, asshole. Stop interrupting her,” Rafe cuts in, and you can instantly sense his change in demeanour, the way he shifts on his feet, “And this is (Y/N)’s house too, you got that?”

James scoffs, folding his arms over his chest, “What? So you brought Rafe here to fight your battles?”

“No, no,” You blush at the discomfort, “I just needed some of my things. Well, no, not some, just one thing actually, it’s stupid, just a little thing… I just-“ You swallow the lump in your throat, “Seb. He wasn’t in the box of stuff.”

“What? That weird giraffe thing you brought everywhere,” James scoffs, “That’s really that important?”

“Um,” You laugh a little to relieve some of the awkward tension clenching your chest, “No, I guess it’s not important but we were just talking, well, we were looking through the box and we realised it wasn’t there and Rafe, um, Rafe said-“

“Rafe?” James scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Seriously, man, cut it out,” Rafe repeats, stepping forward just a little as if he’s protecting you, not enough to block you off but enough for you to know that he was there, “I don’t care if you don’t think it’s important, you’re done making her feel bad for things she cares about - do you understand that?”

James lets out a laugh that seems to echo around the room and scratch at your ears, sending an uncomfortable shiver up your spine, “How the hell do you know what she wants? What’s this? The first time you’ve been home in how many years?”

“Yeah, well, good timing I’d call it. Something about some asshole that didn’t realise how lucky he was,” Rafe cocks a brow.

“Rafe…” Your voice is quiet, as if you’re shrinking into the room but he looks back at you and nods just gently, reassuring you. And you’re surprised when it works, settling the fear in your heart.

“So what? You think you come back and know everything about her? Like you’re some sort of knight in shining armour?” James scoffs, “You don’t know jackshit about her, let alone our relationship.”

Rafe laughs and steps away from you, narrowing his eyes at James before letting out a slow breath, shaking his head as he walks the length of the room, “Oh you really are an asshole.”

James doesn’t say anything, watching as Rafe strides the room, a harsh air about him you were sure he hadn’t shown in years, perhaps since he’d last seen you.

“You’re dating a woman like (Y/N) for nine years. Nine years. Nine fucking years you had her there for you - picking up the phone when you’d call, letting you complain about your bad days, not thinking to mention it when your cooking was terrible, always always thinking of you before anything else. And what? That wasn’t good enough?”

“This is nothing to do with you Cameron,” James defends, shifting his stance.

“You hurt (Y/N),” Rafe steps forward until he is less than a foot from James, staring at him coldly, “That means it does have something to do with me. In fact, it has a hell of a lot to do with me.”

You’re watching the scene unfold as if it’s fiction, as if this is a cross between a dream and a nightmare that you were about to wake up from. This Rafe isn’t the same boy that he was with you, he’s never this cold with you. But with someone that had done you wrong? He was a completely different version of himself.

He’s close enough to James now that you’re practically counting down the seconds until he’ll swing a fist at him, it’s inevitable. But you shift in your spot and he glances back to look at you, his eyes softening when they meet with yours. His brows relax and the features of his face do with them, settling into himself a little. His lips smile a little against the tension in his jaw and he takes a deep breath in, turning back to James.

“I don’t know what you’re doing. I don’t know what you think you’re gaining from all of this. But we’re gonna go now,” Rafe’s words don’t shift from their blunt tone, each word feeling calculated and exact, “And you’re going to go to bed, in a house that’s not fully yours, in a bed you used to share. And you’re going to wake up the next morning and the morning after that and again and again, and every time you’ll be on your own. You might not realise it now, maybe not tomorrow or the day after, but you’ll realise it. You’ll realise that every single day you’re waking up without (Y/N) here, you’re missing the one damn thing that made your life worth it.”

He clenches his jaw again and watches as James swallows the lump in his throat, his eyes flicking to you.

“Oh, here it is,” Rafe reaches down to the couch and picks up the toy giraffe you’d been looking for, holding it in his hand, “Good seeing you, James.”

He hits your ex on his chest as if a friendly gesture but it knocks James back just enough for him to be reminded of his place. Rafe looks back at you and offers you the same smile as before, offering you your exit as you make your way over to him. He lets you step in front and places a hand to your back, guiding you out of the house, slamming the door behind the two of you. And for the first time since you’d left this house days ago, you feel alive.

[redrose10]

Here’s just a little bit of fluff to get you through the weekend and the final piece to the story!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 1,734

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

You were walking around the mall for what seemed like the hundredth time. Today was Yoongi’s birthday and you still hadn’t gotten him anything. Normally you were so on top of things like this, but you were stumped. What do you buy a billionaire who can already buy himself anything he wants? Just last week he bought a $35,000 Rolex just because he said the blue reminded him of your eyes. It was sweet, but like seriously?

You thought about jewelry, but you already knew his friends would get him new pieces since it was the easy way out. You stopped to look at the suits thinking maybe you’d get him a new one, but then you remembered how he’s the type of person that designers pay to wear their clothes resulting in him already having closets full of high end fashion. Jimin had already told you about the very expensive bottle of whiskey he had gotten him so that was out of the question.

You did purchase a brand new lingerie set though. It was mostly a purchase for you, but you knew that once he saw you in the lavender colored one piece that was more ribbon than actual fabric he’d end up loving it more than you.

You decided to do one more lap around the mall before you were going to give up and just put a big bow on top of your head and call it a day. Out of the corner of your eye something caught your attention. Smiling to yourself you knew it would be the perfect gift for your husband and you entered the store to make your purchase.

Once back at home Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, but you did find a note.

“Y/N, get dressed and meet me in the lobby at 6pm. Love Yoongi. PS, I know you bought some kind of lingerie so make sure you wear that too.”

You chuckled at how well he knew you, but you were confused as to whether it was his birthday or yours and why you were being given a surprise. You didn’t have long to get ready so you took a quick shower and put on some makeup in a hurry. You picked out a simple black dress that showed the slightest hint of the lavender lingerie you had on underneath. Yoongi would appreciate the tease. Grabbing the gift bag you headed down to the lobby just in time.

Yoongi was already waiting. “You look beautiful.”, he smiled before giving you a kiss. He then helped you into the back of a vehicle that quickly sped off to its destination.

“Where are we going?”, you asked after he didn’t give any explanation. “You’ll see.”, was all he said in return warning a suspicious glare from you.

The car pulled up to a luxurious looking building. Yoongi helped you out and walked you inside to the elevators where you realized you were in an apartment building. After going up several floors and walking down a long hallway he stopped infront of an ornate door and entered in the code.

You were confused to say the least. After your shoes and jackets were removed he finally gave you an explanation.

“I want to start fresh. That old penthouse has a lot of bad memories and I think it’s time we started creating new ones in a new place. So we’ll be moving here. It’s pretty empty right now, but you can furnish and decorate it however you want. I want it to feel like your home too. I really hope you like it. I can always buy a new one if you don���t, but these places sell fast so I didn’t have much time to really think.”

You smiled at the slight blush creeping up on his cheeks as he tried to gauge your reaction.

“I like that idea Yoongi. A new start sounds nice.”

He took your hand and led you out of the entrance way and into the main living area. It was slightly larger than your current residence and had an incredible view of the city. You were taking in the views when something in the corner of the room caught your eye and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it until now.

A grand piano surrounded by blue hydrangeas greeted you. Yoongi pulled you over to the bench sitting you down next to him. He handed you over a mug of warm milk causing you to chuckle, “Yoongi this is all so nice, but I think you forgot that it’s your birthday, not mine.”

“You’re right, it is my birthday and I decided to get myself a little present.”

You rested your head on his shoulder with your hands around his biceps feeling the muscle flex as his fingers began playing the keys. It was a beautiful melody that almost lulled you to sleep.

“I didn’t know you could play the piano.”

He smiled, “Well I am pretty good with my fingers.” You let out a dramatic sigh before resting your head back against his shoulder. You enjoyed listening to the melody for a while until Yoongi completely shocked you and started signing. Not talking, not rapping, but singing. The beautiful lyrics combined with his deep velvety voice making your eyes go wide in surprise.

As always you light me up
You are still like a fragrant flower 
Believe in me now
Hold me again
So I can feel you
Give me an embrace

Without you, I can’t breathe
Without you, I’m nothing

I still can’t believe it
All of this seems like a dream
Don’t try to disappear

Is it true Is it true
You You
You’re so beautiful, that I’m scared
Untrue Untrue
You You You

Will you stay by my side
Will you promise me
If I touch (you), you’ll fly away and break 
I’m scared scared scared of that

You looked at him in awe as he continued on. You never would have imagined that he could write something as beautifully as this.

When you say that you love me
I walk among the skies
Say that it’s forever 
just one more time
When you say that you love me
I only need you to say that one thing
That nothing will change 
just one more time

You are like the entire world to me
Yeah, even if I want to fly, I don’t have any wings but your hands become my wings
I want to try forgetting the things that are dark and lonelyTogether with you. Even though these wings sprouted from pain
They’re wings that face the light
Even if it’s hard and it hurts
If I can fly, I’m going to fly
Can you hold my hand
So that I won’t be afraid anymore?
Because if you and I are together
I can smile

The melody faded to nothing and Yoongi looked over at you with a shy smile.

“Soooo what do you think?”, he asked. You sniffled not even realizing that you had began crying, “I mean I’m pretty sure I asked for a rap song, but I guess this will do.”

You both chuckled before you wrapped your arms back around him, “It was really beautiful Yoongi. I love it and I love you.” You sat there for a moment taking in the moment. The warmth coming from his body thanks to his nervousness created a comforting feeling. You took in the scent of his new cologne. Something you two picked out together a couple weeks ago. Woodsy with a hint of sweetness and a subtle floral note. You fell in love with it as soon as you smelled it, but wanted to make sure he also liked it. It smelled refreshing and like a new beginning and you thought it was perfect.

After digging around in his pocket he pulled out a small black box holding it up for you to see. He flipped open the lid exposing a beautiful diamond ring. It was much smaller than your original ring, but knowing Yoongi you’re sure it was just as expensive if not more.

“I know you didn’t really like the old ring because of how extravagant it was so I picked out something new that I think you’ll like better and since we’re starting over I thought a new ring would be fitting any ways.”

“ I do love it. It’s more me.”, you chuckled.

“I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize that I loved you. You’re a strong beautiful woman who deserved the world and I’m going to do my best to give it to you. I promise. Y/N will you continue to stay married to me?”

You bit your lip failing to hide your smile, “I guess that sounds alright.”

He playfully rolled his eyes while slipping the ring on your finger and requesting a kiss that you happily obliged.

“Ooh wait I still have to give you your gift. It is YOUR birthday after all.”, you giggled before jumping up and running to grab the item from the entry way where it was left.

When you returned you handed him the gift bag smiling to yourself as you were excited for him to open it.

“I thought my gift was that lavender lace I see peaking out of your dress.”, he smirked.

“That’s for later. Open this one now.”

He pulled out the tissue paper before looking into the bag and doubling over with laughter.

“Seriously Y/N? Where did you find this?”, he asked pulling out the small stuffed animal in the form of a sheep. The personalized name tag reading as Petunia.

“I saw it at a children’s store in the mall and thought of you. You know since you are an aspiring sheep farmer and all.”

He hugged the stuffed animal close to his chest before leaning over and giving you a kiss, “Thank you. I love it.”

He stared down at the sheep for a moment before looking over at you wiggling his eyebrows, “You know Y/N, Petunia could also be a good name for a baby girl.”

Standing up and adjusting yourself to be straddling his lap you began leaving kiss after kiss along his jaw and neck.

“So is that a yes?”, he chuckled.

“It’s a maybe, but in the mean time I definitely wouldn’t mind getting some practice first.”

[starlight-sev]

Domesticity (Severus Snape x Reader)

A small post-war imagine. Often it’s the small moments in life that bring the most love.

A/N: No warnings, nothing but fluff. Enjoy. ❤️

Sometimes, when you woke up to the first few rays of sunlight peeking through your bedroom curtains and nothing but a smattering of birdsong echoing just outside your window, you got scared. It felt like it was all a dream, and you were bound to wake up at any moment. You were terrified you’d be back in the middle of the war, having to hide and fearing who else might have ended up dead today.

But then, like today for instance, a pair of arms would wrap around your middle from behind, and pulled you closer into warmth. And you’d remember that this was all real.

The war really was over.

You shifted around until you faced your lover, smiling softly as you reached forward to brush away a few stray strands of raven hair that had fallen into his eyes.

“Hi.”

Severus returned your warm smile, moving in a little closer to kiss your forehead.

“Did you sleep well?”

You nodded. “Did you?”

Severus gazed at you as his fingers traced over your cheeks, and down your jawline. “There have been worse nights.”

You frowned slightly at his answer. “Nightmares again?”

“Always.” He murmured, trailing his hand down your shoulder, over your arm, until his fingers laced gently through yours. “But not waking up alone… it makes a difference.”

You managed a small smile as you kissed him softly, and your heart fluttered as Severus sighed into the kiss. Despite having known each other for years, you seemed to have this ability to make him melt under your every touch, as if it were your very first night together all over again.

“What do you think?” You asked quietly, curling into Severus’ arms as he wrapped them snugly around your waist. “Go out, or stay in today?”

“Stay in.” Severus mumbled into your hair as he stroked your back gently with one hand. You giggled.

“We stayed in yesterday,” you replied. “And the day before. And the day before that too. We need food.”

Your giggles grew louder as Severus let out a protesting grumble.

“The shops aren’t going anywhere.” He muttered. “They’ll be there tomorrow.”

“We should at least get out of bed today though.” You laughed as his arms tightened even more around you. “Sev, come on!”

“Give me one good reason, and I might.”

“I could make your favourite tea?” You offered hopefully. Silence filled the air as Severus paused in consideration.

“Which one?” He asked suspiciously.

“Lavender Earl Grey.”

“I thought we were all out.”

His grip on you loosened just enough for you to quickly grab Severus’ jumper off the floor and shrug it on. It smelled faintly of cinnamon and vanilla, and it relaxed you immediately.

“I bought some last week,” you replied, passing Severus his sweatpants he had rather quickly discarded on the floor the night before with you. “When you were in your study working on that new potion, I went out for a few things.”

Severus smiled gratefully, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

“You’re divine.” He said simply as he stood up, his eyes filling with warmth as he gazed at you, still sitting in bed. “That’s my jumper you’ve got on.”

You grinned, relishing even more in the feeling of the soft fabric.

“You don’t need it, do you? You’ve got your sweatpants, you’ll be fine.”

Shaking his head, Severus leaned forward and extended his hand to help you off the bed. You grasped his hand gently, before tugging him back towards you on the bed. He stumbled, landing rather unceremoniously on top of you. You couldn’t stop the giggles that surfaced as Severus looked down at you, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

“What was that?” He asked.

“I just really wanted to see what would happen if I did that.” You were still trying your best to fend off a little giggle, and Severus did his best to hide the crack of a smile that made the corner of his mouth quirk upwards.

“And tell me, what conclusion did you come to as a result of your little experiment?” He asked sarcastically, still hovering on top of you. You reached up, caressing his face with both of your hands.

“I realized…” you whispered, taking in everything about this moment as best as you could. You fell silent for a moment, suddenly overcome with the gentlest feeling of joy.

Severus blinked, and he gazed curiously at you as you laid there lost in thought.

“I realized that, well…” you continued quietly. “I didn’t think, even just a year ago, that I’d be as lucky as I am right now.”

A thousand emotions seemed to pass through Severus’ dark eyes in an instant. He leaned down silently, capturing your lips in a kiss that told you more than you knew he’d ever be able to say out loud.

You kissed him back with equal passion, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him as close to you as physically possible. Tears pricked at your eyes for the briefest moment. All you felt was gratitude. And love. So much love.

The two of you broke away, breathless and gasping, and Severus was the one to laugh quietly this time.

“Do you still feel like making tea?”

You scrunched your nose, dismissing him with a small wave of your hand.

“The tea can wait. We’ve got all day.”

Severus chuckled, his hands moving under your jumper to connect with your bare skin. He leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck and earning a shiver from you.

“Agreed.”

[solarrclxud]

HAPPY VALENTINES

pairing : multi x reader (wriothesley , neuvillette , childe , ,xiao )

genre: fluff

warnings : not proofread , the use of " my love"

a/n: well guess who just got revived from the dead ! (its me hello) ALSO ill be getting to my inbox soon! thank you for the requests while i was gone !

Wriothesley watched you dust a shelf that held his extravagant and excessive tea collection . You were muttering something about how he really needed to clean more often when he shifted his head off of his palm to grin . You squinted at him . " You're being suspicious" you prodded him. He shook his head and looked down to the work he was supposed to be doing as you resumed dusting , moving to the shelf below , only to see a tiny box behind the usual boxes of tea. With a slight frown you attempted to move it to the front . As you put it down , something rattled within and u heard wriothesley get up from his chair . " Finally, i thought you'd never find it" he laughed. You stared at him confused . He smiled and made his way over to you , opening the box in your hands to reveal a keychain . One you'd seen in the market a few days ago but hadn't bought.

" Happy valentines my love "

Xiao was deliberate with his gifts. They were frequent and personal. Thanks to him, you had an entire box tucked away in your cupboard , full to the brim with charms to ward off evil, flowers he had picked up and chunks of ore he had carved while u slept. Today when you awoke to a piece of jade used as a paperweight for a small note on your side table, it was not a new occurrence. The note was written in beautiful flourish and u smiled as you read it. A simple good morning and a wish for a good day. You didn't think much of it through the day as you went about the Harbor , couples exchanging simple affection was a usual for you to see at the cafe u ran but today it seemed more frequent. In the evening you walked back to the Inn , to find Xiao pacing on the balcony, slightly red faced. When you called to him , he jumped like a startled animal before he smiled a little, holding out what seemed to be a hair piece fashioned from the same kind of jade he had given to u in the morning.

"i have heard that mortals have this celebration of love. i thought it fit hat we must take part as we are...in love."

Childe was out on a business trip. His absence felt strangely heavy that day due to the presence of couples around liyue harbour. You had longed to see him for a week now but all you had was a letter from a few days after he had left , dating his return to the next month. It was one of his longer trips no doubt . As you got home that evening, you unlocked your home and was met with the sound of someone already there. You frowned , grabbing a knife from the kitchen as you etched towards the sound of...singing? Now that you thought about it the voice was familiar. You entered your bedroom to childe leaning over a bouquet of flowers strategically placed on the bed humming a tune in obvious excitement. You began to laugh, causing him to turn around to see you and inevitably join in.

"the job finished faster than planned, thanks to my expertise so i thought id suprise you ! happy valentines!"

Neuvillette was a doting lover, and contrary to his professional persona, at home he was nothing but a tired man. That morning you woke up to him for the first time in what felt like ages. You checked the clock, 10am, he was late. You uttered his name softly in an attempt to wake him up. He just hummed and nuzzled further into you, it was obvious he was awake by the soft smile on him face. " Neuvi you're late" . He shook his head and pulled you closer. His voice muffled as he said,

"I took a day off...i have a reservation at a restaurant but can we go back to bed for now my love?"

slaying with the comeback (school is murdering me)

[qtkarma]

GLORY BOX

you and nanami fuck in the back of his very expensive orange bentley.

tw ; f!reader, smut, age difference, teacher x student

a/n it’s not specified how much, but the characters are aged up in this! ( 18 and up ) I wrote this while listening to Glory Box, hence the title, and Million Dollar Man. Stan Nanami Kento!!

You had been in Nanami Kento’s car a total of three times ;

One, when you had been severely injured after taking down a curse, and the only saviour that wasn’t hours away was Nanami. Even in your delirious state, all you could worry about was your blood being all over the expensive leather seats. Nanami had scooped you up off the ground, ignoring the blood staining his suit, and slipped you into the passenger side. As he reached over you, buckling you in, he insisted that cleaning them would be no problem ; you were the priority.

Two, when you had went out clubbing with Jujutsu Tech’s first and second years. ( chaperoned by Gojo, of course. But could you really consider him a chaperone if he was the one who dragged you all out to celebrate you becoming a special grade? ) Not even a drink nor an hour in, the heels you had bought specially for tonight had broken, a light-weight Megumi split a drink onto the very expensive Gucci dress that had been an anonymous gift, and a very drunk passerby of the expensive club elbowed you right in the face on the dance floor. You weren’t having it, and already being in a bad mood, wanted to leave. So, Gojo called up Nanami to take you home, insisting an Uber wasn’t very safe. ( You argued you were a sorcerer, of course you knew basic self defence. ) but yet, you found yourself letting Nanami open his passenger side door for you, taking your hand and guiding you in. You really hoped you didn’t accidentally flash him a peak of your panties, the ones that bared a resemblance to that tie you had always wanted wrapped around your hands.

Three, when Nanami had somehow been assigned to take you to a mission. ( you never would know that Nanami insisted he take you himself. ) You were nervous the whole car ride ; this was an especially dangerous one, more dangerous than the previous one where you had bled all over the very same passenger side seat. Your usually radiant confidence was non-existent, replaced by a quiet demeanour with eyes cast down at your fiddling hands the whole time. Eventually, the clacking of your acrylic nails must have annoyed Nanami, to where he pulled the car over. He rounded the car, opened your door, and pulled you out and sat yourself on the hood of the burnt orange Bentley, then sat next to you. The area was deserted, the only thing around was a beautiful sunset, casting you and Nanami in stunning oranges and reds. You had opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“You know how strong you are, right? A hell of a lot stronger than I was when I was your age. Satoru raves about you and Itadori ; how the both of you are a new age of jujutsu, how you have the potential to be as strong as him one day. Even the elders are scared of your strength; they’re worried you’re too strong for your own good. One botched mission shouldn’t change anything. I… I should have accompanied you to it.” The blond turned towards you and wiped away the stray tears running down your face.

You returned to the Bentley after the mission, a smile brighter than the stars that lit up the night sky painting your face. Not even a singular scratch laid on your skin. You would never forget the smile and pat on the head Nanami gave you, nor the way your thighs rubbed together as your cunt throbbed.

Today, you found yourself in Nanami’s car for the fourth time. Except, you weren’t in the passenger seat.

You were in the back.

Not bleeding,

and certainly not dressed.

Nanami hovered over you, his glasses discarded somewhere on the car floor and his lust filled brown eyes hungrily eyeing your white lacey bra and panties, the only things that remained on you.

You burned under his gaze, nervously casting your gaze to the back of the passenger seat to avoid the eye contact that only made slick pool in your panties even more.

“Look at me,” his voice broke through the combined sounds of both your heavy breathing. Licking your lips, you complied. “You’re so…” Nanami trailed off, one of his huge hands coming to caress the side of your waist.

The leather seats were surprisingly comfy, minus the seatbelt buckles digging into your side. Reaching your hand up, you trailed your acrylics down the side of his neck, stopping to loosen his tie and swiftly unbutton the top two buttons of his work shirt, revealing a peak of his tanned built skin.

“Off… please… ‘M the only one naked.” You murmured, letting your hand fall back down to its original position beside your head.

Nanami let out a low whispery laugh, reaching down to one handedly undo his belt. Your stomach churned at the sight, squirming in anticipation.

He let his belt fall to the car’s floor, alongside your jujutsu tech uniform. He reached down to unzip his slacks, but you reached out, slapping his hand away to do it yourself.

“Needy, are you?” Nanami smirked, letting you work. With a roll of your eyes, you unzipped his work slacks before pausing.

He wore black boxer briefs, straining against his obvious erection. If you looked hard enough, you could see a small, dark spot of precum staining the front of them. With shaking hands, you let your fingers break the waistband, slowly pulling them down.

His cock was beautiful, to say the least. It was probably a tad bit over the average length, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in width. An angry, red tip with precum beading at the top practically glared at you. A prominent vein ran up the side, and at the base, neatly trimmed blond pubes.

To say you were scared of it hurting was an understatement. Nanami Kento’s painfully pretty cock was going to split you into two.

With a shaky breath, you trailed your index finger up the side, biting your lip when it twitched at the touch, and up the tip, collecting the pre on your finger. You brought it up to your mouth, kitten licking it right off.

“Fuck… please…” Nanami growled, moving his hand from the place beside your head and slipping his slacks and boxers all the way off. He reached for your underwear, thumb caressing the skin just above the band.

“You’re sure about this? I don’t want you to regret anything, darling.”

With a huff, you answered. “Nanami, I wouldn’t regret this in a million years. Now please,” grabbing his hand, your forced it down, taking your panties with it. “Fuck me.”

“Kento. Call me Kento.” Kento pulled your panties down the rest of the way, using the utmost care to gently pull them from your ankles, making quick work to reach down and stuff them into the pockets of his slacks.

Turning his attention back to you, he watched as you reached around to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side. Your half lidded eyes, the ones that had Kento wrapped around your finger since the first day you met, beckoned him to your pussy.

Kento grabbed on of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder, mouth watering at the sight of your pretty little cunt. He stroked himself a few times before resting his bulbous head in between your slick folds, guiding it up and down. Every bump of it on your puffy clit had you gasping, impatience growing.

“Kento…” you spread your legs wider, letting him see how your hole squeezed around nothing, begging to be filled.

“You kill me, you know that?” Kento lined himself up with your slick hole, glancing up at you. You looked out of it. Your tousled hair splayed across the seats, body twitching and your face… Kento would do anything to make sure you always had that needy look on it

“Please…” you begged. “Fuck me, Kento.”

It’s a plead that made his balls heavy as he pushed into you. He really was going to tear you in two, you worried. You wouldn’t really mind dying like this ; squished into Nanami Kento’s backseat of his very expensive car, his dick inside you and body all over you.

Leaning down, he nipped and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys and bite marks from your neck to your breasts. Turning attention to your breasts, he lapped and swirled his tongue around nipple, paying attention to your neglected breast with his hand, massaging and pinching. You arched your back, desperate to get even closer.

“Please, Kento.. Fuck me like you mean it, please!” You begged, mind and body to full to do anything other than to plea. Kento, ever the gentlemen, complied.

He pounded into you at a ruthless pace, splitting you into two right in the backseat of his Bentley. The leather is cool on your hot skin, covered in a mix of sweat and slick.

“You’re so pretty. Such a pretty little thing…” Kento huffed, leaning back down to start to nip at the other side of your neck. “You parade around in those little skirts, and never notice all the boys staring at you. How they talk about you.” Kento growled.

“They wouldn’t know how to please you, is that why you decided to chase after me? Hm?”

“Yes! Yes!” You cried, desperate for more. Every drag and push of his cock in your cunt left you begging for more, tears beginning to pool in the corner of your eyes. One hand clutching onto his arm and the other clawing at his toned back, freshly done acrylics leaving angry red marks up and down his back.

Kento glanced down at where the two of you met, a ring of slick collecting at the base of his dick. And is that… blood?

You were a virgin.

You were a virgin and hadn’t mentioned it. You were a virgin and here Kento was fucking you like a whore in the back of his car. Here Kento was, a man twice your age, taking all your innocence and maidenhood.

And here Kento was, dick twitching inside you and growing even harder at the realization.

“Please, inside! Can’t, can’t take it anymore…” you babbled, fat crocodile tears streaming down your face, mascara clumping together and framing your captivating eyes.

“Of course, baby. ‘M gonna give you whatever you want…” Kento grunted, grasping onto your hips, one hand finding purchase on your puffy clit. The rubber band forming inside your stomach is drawing impossibly tight, and there’s nothing you want more than for Nanami Kento to fill you up and make you his.

All it takes it for him to call out your name is that husky voice of his for it to snap. A searing explosion of pleasure rips through you, toes curling and mind shattered. Your entire body shakes, burning with electricity. An orgasm only Kento could give you ; not your fingers, not the orange dildo you had hidden in your bedside drawer, and certainly not any of your little male classmates that always seemed to perk up when your around.

Kento follows not even seconds after you, driving his cock as far as he can into your pretty little cunt, tip nuzzled up against your cervix. His thick cock fills you up with ropes of cum, and you can’t help but watch as the way his abs contract and body tenses. Your vice like squeeze on his cock milks every single drop out of him, filling you up to the brim. Kento can’t help but let out a quiet moan as some of it spills from around his dick, leaking onto the leather seats.

That, though… that was gonna be annoying to clean.

[cameronspecial]

Candle-Lit Dinners

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Suggestive Ending

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Request by @arim250: Hey! Kinda was thinking a request whenever u can. something w either drew or rafe about celebrating yn bday (bc my bday is coming lol) Ik I said my bday is the 25th but doesn’t have to be said that day maybe just around the holidays or however u would want to write it… he plans a romantic evening a restaurant or made at home food reader maybe comes home and there’s rose petals/candles food and ending w a sexy night I wouldn’t want to be like smut but still something around there lol

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Her parents took Y/N out to lunch and she spent the afternoon with them at the mall. She watched a movie, did some shopping, and was now ready to go home to her boyfriend. She opens the front door to find rose petals leading into the dining room. The house is filled with the aromatic smell of spices from her favourite meal. Creamy Thyme Chicken with Sautéed Apples and Mushrooms. She pads her way toward the candle-lit dinner and Rafe is standing over the table, pouring wine into glasses for them. “Happy Birthday, Baby,” he wishes with a smile. He comes around the table to take the bags out of her hands and kisses her lips. The bags drop to the floor by the archway. She grins at him, “Thank you. Dinner looks delicious.” He pulls the chair out for her and pushes it in once she is seated. “You’re welcome. What did you do after I dropped you off?” he questions. Y/N and Rafe had an early breakfast together before going to the beach to spend time on the sand. It was too cold for them to go swimming. There, he gave her her gift of a necklace with his initials on it. She takes her utensils in her hands, “We had lunch at the country club and then we watched that new rom-com that came out yesterday. I did some shopping too. What have you been doing?” 

They begin eating and Rafe’s leg reaches out under the table to twine with one of hers. “I’ve been preparing for all of this. I went grocery shopping because I didn’t want to buy the ingredients early and have you figure out my plan. It took me a while to figure everything out,” he replies. Her eyes look up from her dinner to stare at him through her lashes, “Well, thank you for going through all this trouble for me.” “No problem, Baby. Anything for my girl, especially on her birthday,” he says, leaning across the table to kiss her. 

The meal is finished over the course of an hour. The lovers take the time to talk to and be with each other. After dinner, he lets her help clean up because he knows she just wants to spend time with him. They finish the dishes and she orders him to stay downstairs. She dashes upstairs with the shopping bags she brought home, changing into a certain outfit she bought for today. She returns downstairs and watches the growing boner in her boyfriend’s pants. She motions towards it, “I see you like my gift to you.” He nods vigorously and beckons her forward. “It’s your birthday. I should be showering you in gifts,” he points out, pulling her onto his lap. She sits back on his knees as she straddles him. Her hands play with the hairs on the back of his neck, “I can think of a few ways that you can give me more presents and they could all be given right now.” “I think there are too. I think we have maybe five more gifts for me to give you,” he agrees against her lips. She giggles, “Five. That’s a lot.” “What can I say I’m a generous man,” he teases. They spend the night making passionate love by the candle-lit.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[selineram3421]

Fucking shit fuck- *slams face onto a table* FUCK! I did a thing. (This is the thing.)

Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ lingerie(no detail, imagine what you'd like), kisses, sugar with a little spice, -///- biting/licking, Alastor is a tease, cussing, fluff, soft Alastor ⚠

In The Closet

You had bought the set for yourself.

Just something for you to feel good in and slip into if you wanted.

Today felt like you could wear it just for fun.

It was your day off, so you spent it mostly in Alastor's personal library. But it got a little boring and you decided that you wanted to be ✨extra✨ to make it fun.

So you went upstairs, over to your bedroom closet and pulled out a box, setting it on the bed. You turned back to the closet and flicked through the hangers until you found your favorite robe.

After putting everything on, you also took some comfortable but stylish shoes and wore them.

"This calls for a red drink.", you said to yourself before tying the robe closed and walking out of the room.

After getting your drink and pouring it into a wine glass, you went back to the library and searched for a new book.

This was a great idea. You thought, taking a sip of your drink.

It took a little longer than you thought but you eventually found a book that caught your interest and went to sit on the lounging couch, setting the glass on a nearby table before laying back and opening the book.

Hours had passed, the sky darkening and you didn't notice that your love had returned until he was in the room.

"Ahem."

You jumped in surprise before looking up and seeing your man in red.

"Alastor! When did you get back? I didn't hear you come in.", you said sitting up and setting the book down.

"Not too long ago my dear.", he replied and sat down next to you. "I was looking for you."

"Well, you found me.", you smiled. "How was your day?"

"Boring.", the deer demon sighed and pulled you into a hug. "All I did was paperwork and after I left the hotel some idiotic demon thought they could challenge me."

Leaning your head against his chest, you hummed and wrapped your arms around him. "I bet it was some new arrival.", you said closing your eyes.

"It most likely was, though I don't know how they didn't notice all the warning posters of me. Those are plastered everywhere.", he mumbled the last bit and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "What about you darling? How was your day off?"

"Hmm~", you sank deeper into his hold. "Mostly here in the library, but then it was a little boring. I got over it and came back to read."

He raised a brow at your lack of detail. "Got over it? Do tell."

You blinked your eyes open and blushed. "Its nothing important, I just found an easy way to get rid of it.", you pulled yourself a little ways back and reached for your book.

"No, no.", he took your outstretched hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles. "S’il te plaît dis moi mon amour~" (Please tell me my love~)

"Hmph-no", you pouted and went for the book again.

"You leave me no choice.", he says.

You were so close to getting the book and then you were lying on your back with the Radio Demon on top of you, kissing your neck.

"Now will you tell me?", he asks in between kisses, moving one hand to your waist while the other went up to your hand and interlocked your fingers.

"No-", you were cut off by a gasp, heart racing as you felt his teeth nip lightly at your neck. "No.", you said stubbornly, and placed your free hand on his chest.

"Why not?", he said, kissing his way to your collarbone. "Maybe it'll help me whenever I'm bored."

"Maybe it won't.", you mumbled and let out another gasp when he bit down a little harder on your collarbone.

"Mais sait-on jamais~", he said with heavy static in his voice. (But you never know/but who knows)

You shivered as he licked up your neck, face steaming.

He pulled back and looked down at you with a smug grin. "Now will you tell me?"

You blinked and gave him a nervous smile. "N-no?"

"Hm..we'll see.", he says with narrowed eyes and moves his hand down your leg but stops when feeling a clip. "What's this?", he asks and sits up.

You quickly hold the bottom of your robe closed with your free hand. "I-I'll tell you if you let me up!"

"Hmm..", he thought for a moment and held his hand out to shake. "I'll let you up and you'll tell me, deal?"

Geez.. You thought, face burning. "Deal.", you agreed and shook his hand.

He let you sit up and scooted back just a bit to give you some space.

"I can't believe you-", you huffed and started untying the knot. "Biting me and shit."

"You love it.", he quipped, holding his hands up in surrender when you sent a glare up at him. "I'm not wrong love."

You stood up after untying it, still holding the robe closed. "Promise not to laugh?", you glanced over at him.

"I promise, there is no need for you to worry.", he reassured gently taking one of your hands and kissing the palm of it. "Show me?"

You sighed and then nodded, turning to face him completely.

"I-I bought myself lingerie a bit ago. Before we got into a relationship a-and I got bored so I wanted to be dramatic.", you stuttered out, not looking him in the eye as you pulled the robe open.

"Chéri/e." (Darling)

You were pulled down onto his lap and the deer demon kissed you softly.

Insecurities drifting away as you reciprocated, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax, moving your hands up to hold his face.

"Lovely.", he sighed. "Absolutely breathtaking.", he said and began kissing along your jaw.

"Alastor.", you said out of breath, pushing him back on the chest lightly. "Let's stop. I-I'm overheating."

He sits back but keeps a hold on you, letting you cool down a bit. "You are devine my dearest.", he smiled with love in his eyes.

"Geez, you've got me steaming like a biscuit.", you puffed out your cheeks, face still flushed.

"My poor sweet, soft, dangerous, small demon.", he said and kissed the tip of your nose. "So easily flustered and overheated."

"Hmph.", you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder. "I wanna see you try and not be flustered when wearing a corset and stockings. With the clips-"

"Oh?"

You froze, feeling yourself heat up again.

"You want me in a corset?", he asks.

Hiding your face against his neck, you mumble curses and hold onto him tighter.

Damn it all-

Alastor chuckles and rubs your back, pecking your shoulder. "I could, so we can both be dramatic."

😳 Um.. *scrambles away* This is as far as they will go!

French translation might be wrong. Let me know if it is so I can fix it.

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

@willowaudreykeyes @stolas-thebirb @c4rved-pumpk1n @ducky-died-inside @kiraisastay @biromanticboba @naelys-the-aster @scary-noodlesblog @+?

ML for Alastor🎙

[elizabebabe]

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨 ও 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: y/n is unsure of what to do for chris's birthday but he suggests a home cooked meal.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: use of y/n, kissing, not proofread.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬: happy birthday chris <3, embarrassingly enough i have 'fantasized' about feeding him a home cooked meal but specifically his favorite meal, alfredo...something short while i continue to work on love island.

your boyfriend of two year’s birthday is today and you spent the whole day thinking of what to do. last year felt so lackluster as you only went out to dinner and dessert…

you had planned a surprise party but the day before canceled after he shared his wishes of “a chill day with you.”, you learned your lesson after that, asking him more incognito questions about what’d he’d want to do for his twenty-first.

“chill day.” you mock, your face twists into a pout.

“it’s true.” he yawned, the light of his phone illuminated his tired eyes as you both were sprawled out on his bed.

“you don’t want to go clubbing?” i giggle , which is rewarded with a head shake.

“what if you made me dinner?” he questioned, your fingers stopped doodling on his arm that dawned your neck.

“we had dinner last year.” you lift your head up allowing you to get a better look at his face you couldn’t though once you noticed his brown locks rested where you were looking.

“but you didn’t make it.” he paused as you moved his soft hair around his face.

“your alfredo pasta is soo good.” he continued once your hands rested back to your sides, you thought he was exaggerating when you made it last time since it was only a quick recipe you found online.

“that’s all you want?” you ask. 

“well…” his eyes linger on yours resulting in a playful and painless punch to his arm.

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you clicked a remote which lit your apartment’s faux fireplace giving your living room and open kitchen more of a cozy vibe, you adorned your dining table with plating and candles, the birthday gifts you secretly got chris laid by your couch and a few balloons perked near the front door, your final touch was a bouquet set with the blooms of august.

you tied your apron around your waist knowing your boyfriend would arrive in 20 minutes or so, just enough time to make the pasta.

while the butter melted in the pan you made sure everything looked perfect, you even bought a bottle of wine if he wanted to give it a try, you planned this night to a ‘t’, prepared for every possible occasion well except one thing, a cake, you pushed the over thought idea out of your brain a new thought replacing it, you assumed he's had enough cake after hanging out with his family today.

heavy cream and seasonings added it was about time to shred the cheese, your head bob from your different cabinets grabbing your grater and a block of parmesan cheese from the fridge.

the cheese was melting into the perfect sauce and the pasta was almost done boiling, in the meanwhile you finely chopped a bit of parsley for garnish.

‘beep’, ‘beep’

your intercom went off, you didn’t know why you were so nervous, maybe because the success of his birthday dinner weighed on your shoulders instead of a random chef, he already boasted to you about his morning with his brothers, lunch with his family, you didn’t want to mess up the final stretch to a good day.

you pressed the button on your console before returning to the stove, mixing the pasta with the sauce waiting before plating.

‘knock’, ‘knock’, ‘knock’, ‘knock’

the knocks you heard were rapid which echoed through your apartment, raising your heartbeat to an extreme amount before quickly settling once you thought of who was at the door, your boyfriend chris.

you opened the door to see his cheesy smile, he wasted no time picking you up, dragging you to the hall the delicious fumes now clouding this space instead of your own, he twirled you in the hall.

“put me down!” you snickered, his giggles only making you laugh harder.

he eventually complied, sniffing the air around him a huge grin plastered on his face.

“i missed you, haven’t– seen you all day.” he cooed, finishing his sentence between deep breaths and giving you a tight squeeze at the waist, having your bodies flooding together.

“i missed you too, ready to eat?” you smiled.

“more than ready.” his lips hovered over your own for a while, coasting before connecting, they were imperfect kisses, sloppy but not rushed, he must’ve really missed you.

a soft grunt slipped past his plump and plush lips as you deepened the kiss, your hand finding its way to his neck, massaging the area.

you patted his neck before pulling away, “we can’t stay out here.” you shivered at the idea of someone else walking in the hall and witnessing the makeout. 

he smirked deviously which made a heat warm your cheeks, belly and ….

“cmon.” you cupped his jaw which pouted his soft lips before grabbing his palm and dragging him inside, not knowing why you even worried in the first place.

thank you for reading, mwah.

tag list: @fratbrochrisgf @3lizaluvs @lily-strnlo @sigmatoiletrizz @i-love-ptv @mattsturnshleuttt @venusjaynie @jetaimevous @lizzysmith110