#but this was so fucking funny I had to talk about it

[rafes-slut]

You let him hit raw for first time

Pairing: rafe cameron x bitchy!reader

Summary: after he was beghing you for months to hit it raw you finally let him. But he gets too excited to last long

Warnings:( Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Praise & degradation, Rafe being obsessed with you, Slight power struggle, Bitchy attitude (from you), Begging (from him), Possessiveness, Probably some light choking/gripping, A lot of dirty talk

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"Come on, baby. Just once. Just let me feel you."

It had been Rafe's favorite thing to beg for since the start of your relationship. His obsession. His mission.

Every time he had you underneath him, his body pressing yours into the mattress, his hands gripping at your waist or your wrists or your throat—he'd ask. He'd plead. He'd run his lips over your ear, whispering filthy promises about how good it would feel, how much better it would be, how you’d never want to go back.

And every time, you told him no.

You liked making him work for it. You liked the way his jaw clenched, the way his grip got tighter, the way his frustration seeped into every rough thrust. Because Rafe Cameron didn’t lose, and telling him no? That made him desperate to win.

But tonight?

Tonight, you felt mean.

Maybe it was the way he’d been looking at you all night, the way his hands had barely left your body, like he was starving. Maybe it was the way he pulled you onto his lap the second you got to his house, hands palming your ass, lips dragging along your jaw. Maybe it was the way you wanted to ruin him.

So, when he kissed you breathless and muttered against your lips, "Please, baby, just once," you smirked.

"Fine."

Rafe froze. His pupils dilated so fast you thought he might pass out. His lips parted, brows pulling together like he was trying to process what he just heard.

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "You heard me."

And then?

He lost his fucking mind.

The second his cock pressed inside, with nothing in between, he let out a sound you’d never heard before. Like an actual, feral groan, deep in his chest, his body shuddering against yours as he bottomed out.

"Fuck," he gasped, dropping his head to your shoulder. His hands gripped your thighs like he wanted to bruise them, like he needed to ground himself. "Fuck. You feel—Jesus."

His breath was hot against your neck, his whole body shaking with restraint. Like he wanted to ruin you, but he was trying—failing—to keep himself together.

"You good?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

Rafe let out a low, humorless laugh before he pulled back to look at you. His blue eyes were dark, wild, possessive.

"Oh, baby," he rasped, voice dripping with something dangerous. His hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat, tilting your chin up. "You just fucked up."

Rafe didn’t move for a second. He just stayed there, buried inside you to the hilt, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt around him. Like he was already dreading the moment he had to pull out.

“Holy shit,” he rasped, voice all shaky and breathless.

You smirked, just a little, running your hands up his arms. “What? You’re not gonna punk out on me, are you?”

That snapped something in him.

Rafe let out a choked laugh, but there was nothing funny about the way he gripped your waist. “You think I’m gonna tap out? Oh, baby.” His fingers dug into your skin, holding you down. “I’m just trying not to bust the second I move.”

You laughed, but the sound cut off when he rolled his hips—just once, slow, deep.

His whole body shuddered. His head dropped forward, forehead pressing into yours, his jaw clenching like he was physically fighting his own body.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, voice wrecked. His breath came out in short, sharp bursts, and his grip on you only got tighter. “Oh my God, this is—this is so much better—”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, dragging your nails up his back. “C’mon, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “I thought you were dying for this. Don’t tell me you can’t handle it.”

That did it.

Rafe’s hands jerked your hips up, making you gasp, making you feel just how hard he was struggling to keep it together.

“You love running that mouth, don’t you?” he gritted out, glaring down at you. “Think you’re so fucking funny.”

You smirked up at him, dragging your fingers through his hair. “You begged for this, Cameron. If you can’t handle it, just say so.”

That was the final straw.

Rafe let out a sharp breath, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you were still talking, still teasing him when he was this close to fucking losing it.

“Okay,” he muttered, half to himself, like he was officially done playing nice. His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing you into the mattress, tilting your chin up so he could look you in the eyes when he said—

“Don’t fucking move.”

Then, he pulled out—all the way—before slamming back in, forcing a gasp from your lips as he stretched you again.

Rafe let out a broken groan, his body shuddering as he tried—tried—not to let it get the best of him. But you were so tight, so fucking warm, and there was nothing, nothing, in between.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasped, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Baby, I swear to God, I can’t—”

You laughed, breathless. “Already?”

His grip tightened around your throat in warning. “Shut up,” he muttered, voice shaking.

You did, but only because you were too distracted by the way he was trembling above you, holding himself back, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw popped.

You could feel how desperate he was. You could see the way his abs tensed, his muscles flexing as he fought for every ounce of self-control he had.

He wanted to ruin you. He needed to.

But he was so close, and it was killing him.

Rafe let out a shaky breath, glaring down at you. “I hate you,” he muttered, his voice all breathless and wrecked.

You smirked. “No, you don’t.”

And then, you moved. Just a little. Just enough to make him jerk inside you, to make his whole body seize up.

“Oh, you bitch,” he groaned, his grip tightening as he thrust forward, his restraint finally snapping.

[lov3yv4mps]

CAN YOU WRITE A CUTE FUNNY FIC OF LEEKNOW AND READER TRYING TO HAVE SEXY TIME BUT SOONIE, DOONGIE, AND DORI WONT LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE?

IT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND I ABSOLUTELY NEED IT <33

₊˚⑅⋆ pests ⋆⑅˚₊

Genre: smut/fluff MDNI !!

Warnings: kissing, some dirty talk, cursing, hellacious teasing and laughing, almost fingering, cats obvi :3

v4mps note: this was so cute and fun to write AGHH, but I feel like the on and off smut made it even better :D

It was supposed to be simple: Lee Know, you, a quiet evening together. The kind where you could finally enjoy each other’s company without any interruptions. The plan was set. No distractions. But of course, nothing ever went according to plan when it came to his cats.

You were lying in his bed, pulling him close for a heated kiss, your hands already slipping under his shirt, feeling his muscles flex beneath your fingertips. “Let’s make this quick," Lee Know murmured, his voice already laced with lust as he pressed you back into the sheets. "I want you so bad, baby."

Before you could answer, a soft, persistent meow echoed from the corner of the room.

You froze. Lee Know’s face twisted with annoyance. “Soonie, I swear to god…”

His cat had made her entrance, hopping onto the bed with a little yowl as she made herself comfortable, curling up right between you both. Lee Know let out a frustrated laugh, his hand running over his face in disbelief.

“Really? Now? Of all times?” he muttered, giving you an apologetic look. “She’s been out all day, and now she decides to invade our private time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to gently pet the cat’s head, who was completely unfazed by the chaos she had just caused.

“Guess we’re not alone,” you teased, trying to ignore the way your body was still aching for him.

Lee Know sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m gonna get her out of here… give me a second.” He leaned down to gently lift the cat, but before he could, a second meow sounded from the other side of the room.

Doongie, his adorable yet extremely clingy cat, was now on the prowl, circling the bed and looking up at you both with big, pleading eyes.

Lee Know groaned, throwing himself back into the pillows. “Fuck… why is it always now?” His hands gripped the sheets, trying to keep his composure as Doongie hopped onto the bed, nuzzling into your lap with loud purrs.

You couldn’t help but laugh, scratching Doongie behind the ears. “He’s so needy,” you teased, but your laugh caught in your throat as Lee Know’s lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t give a shit about needy cats right now,” he growled, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease the skin of your sides. He was clearly trying to keep his patience, but his breath was already ragged from the teasing.

Just as you were about to respond, a third meow cut through the air. Dori, the smallest and most mischievous of the bunch, darted into the room like a little ball of energy. She pounced onto the bed and immediately positioned herself right between your legs, staring up at you both with wide, innocent eyes.

Lee Know threw his head back, groaning in frustration. “What the fuck, Dori? Seriously?” He looked over at you, his gaze darkening with mischief and desire. “This is your fault, you know that?”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, the situation too absurd. “My fault? You’re the one who adopted all of them!”

The tiny cat didn’t budge an inch, just staring up at you, completely oblivious to the tension between you and Lee Know.

“Okay, enough of this,” Lee Know said, his voice dripping with frustration. His hand found your wrist, pulling it up to his lips for a heated kiss that made your whole body tense with anticipation. “Fuck, you’re killing me, baby…” he muttered, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

You gasped into his mouth as his hand slid down, fingers brushing over your waistband. “Lee Know, are you seriously gonna—”

But just as his fingers slipped under your waistband, the cats simultaneously leaped onto the bed and started running in circles, their tails swishing all over the place.

Lee Know stared at them in horror as his hand froze, fingers still pressing against your skin. “Are you fucking kidding me? This is a nightmare.” He let out an exasperated laugh, his frustration mixing with amusement. “We can’t even have a second to ourselves.”

You pulled him back in for a kiss, ignoring the chaos around you. “Does it really matter?” you whispered against his lips. “I’m still here, and I’m still ready for you.”

The teasing tone in your voice made Lee Know groan, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, kissing you harder, his fingers slipping lower. He traced the waistband of your pants, eyes darkening with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You moaned into the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders as he pressed down, grinding against you as his fingers finally slipped into your panties, teasing your entrance. The sensation made you gasp, but the moment was cut short by a loud meow. The cat jumped up right on Lee Know’s back, pawing at him desperately for attention.

“Oh my god!” Lee Know shouted, nearly choking on his own frustration as he tried to shake the cat off his back. “Seriously, what the fuck!?”

You were laughing uncontrollably now, feeling the tension break in a burst of light-hearted chaos. “I guess it’s not happening tonight,” you said between giggles.

But Lee Know wasn’t ready to give up that easily. He shot you a devilish grin, fingers still teasing at your core. “Oh, it’s happening, sweetheart. Cats or not, I’m finishing this.”

And despite the cats swarming all over you, he did.

[consumerofshorthomies]

bro, I actually kind of had to explain to my friend something similar to this. TANGENT TIME! so, I was talking to my friend, and I already had a vibe that he was prolly homophobic (cough cough, kept flirting with me in a pretty hetero way (maybe??), goes to catholic school and youth group, and he is in teen military which is a good indicator) and he kinda asked me "hey, do you have any advice for helping someone dealing with suicidal thoughts?" so I immediately LOCKED IN. I internally went "okay Adam, this is your moment, you're time to shine. you are mentally ill and ready to talk this man off the edge." so I asked him what was up, and he said his best friend's cousin has been expressing suicidal ideas, and that his best friend is really worried (I swear, this is relevant) So, I immediately go off, suggesting that she recommends her cousin go to therapy, hang out with friends, a good idea would be to make plans for the two to hang out as much as possible, and then he drops the bomb. the best friend and her cousin used to be close, until she (referring to the cousin) turned to the lgbt side, wanting to be a dude and thinking she's gay, which the best friend did not approve of (catholic) and was very open with the cousin about her beliefs. I go quiet for a minute, realising "oh, fuck, I'm friends with a transphobe" so I quickly say "aight, listen to me closely, your friend needs to not try to reach out to her cousin, if she tried to she would only make things worse for him" and I fucking EMPHASISED the him bit, and had to awkwardly be like "heh, uh, yeah, I'm kind chill with those queer rainbow people, k-kinda gotta be when you have a trans sister!" (not my gay ass trying to get it across that I will not put up with blatant homophobia) and the realisation on his face that "oh, shit, I just showed my bigotry to someone who isn't a bigot" was honestly so funny. I then proceeded to quite literally steal his heart (he brought an anatomically correct heart for some fucking reason)

[theemporium]

a luke blurb where him and his gf don't show much pda but quin and jack accidentally walk in on them making out? i feel like it would be really funny

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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You and Luke were never big on PDA. 

It wasn’t a conscious choice either of you really made. Truth being told, you never really noticed how ‘un-coupley’ the two of you acted until a friend had pointed it out to you somewhere in the first few weeks of college when they were shocked to learn that you and Luke were a couple. 

But it never bothered you. It wasn’t a big surprise considering the evolution of your relationship with Luke was something that changed gradually over time. You had been attached by the hip since day one, each other’s best friend for as long as anyone could remember. You were always together, always found together, would always be together. There was no one in this world that you would consider your bestest friend over Luke Hughes.

It just so happened that somewhere between the years of high school, that friendship evolved into something a little less platonic. But he was still your best friend. He would always be your best friend before he was your boyfriend. Neither of you acted differently after you got together because nothing in the relationship had really changed after the two of you confessed that night, except for the fact you just happened to make out with him as much as you laughed at the stupid jokes he told.

So even though you and Luke had been together as a couple for the better part of six years, you never really acted like one in front of people. 

Which is why Jack and Quinn tended to be so dramatic whenever the two of you did anything remotely coupley. 

“Did you put sunscreen on today?” 

Luke paused, pulling back and slowly blinking his eyes open to look at you with an incredulous look. “Why the hell are you thinking about sunscreen whilst making out with me?” 

“Because your skin feels really warm,” you retorted, unbothered by the way his lip jutted out with a small pout as you poked the reddening skin on his shoulder. The hiss he let out instantly made you snort. “Fucking knew it.”

“You were hogging the bottle,” Luke retorted, smacking your hand away when you tried to poke him again before it returned to its rightful place on your ass. 

“No, you were more focused on putting sunscreen on me to remember yourself,” you corrected with a smile.

“Yeah, well, you whine so much when you’re sunburnt,” Luke huffed, laughing a little when you lightly smacked his chest. “Kidding, babe, love you.” 

“Whatever,” you muttered as you leaned down, pressing your lips against his and letting out a content noise as he squeezed your ass, pulling you further onto his lap before he pushed his tongue into your mouth and—

“OH MY GOD, MY EYES! MY FUCKING EYES!” 

Luke let out a heavy sigh, his head falling against your shoulder as he grumbled under his breath. “Every fucking time.” 

“Gross, guys,” Quinn frowned at the sight of you two on the sunlounger whilst Jack dramatically continued to gag behind him. “So gross.” 

“What happened to the two of you doing a grocery run in the town?” You questioned, making no move to shift off your boyfriend’s lap, though his hands moved to rest on your waist now. 

“We did it and came back already to find you—” Jack paused, placing a hand on his chest as he shuddered. “Defiling the furniture.” 

“Drama queen,” Luke grumbled.

You snorted. “As if you didn’t do much worse three summers ago when I saw you and that girl on the boat—” 

Jack’s eyes widened. “LALALA! SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE IS TALKING ABOUT!” 

Quinn whirled around to look at him with narrowed eyes. “What the fuck did you do on the boat?” 

Luke grinned, turning to look at you as his brothers continued to bicker in the background. “It’s kinda hot when you blackmail people.” 

You grinned back. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” 

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. “Wanna show me how hot? Preferably in a room with a lock so we don’t have to repeat of the other day.” 

Luke scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Quinn should learn to knock. That is not our fault.”

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[chimielie]

send flowers to my funeral

summary: Matsukawa x Reader. happy birthday FREAK

word count: 924

cw: no minors pls 🙏 suggestive content (scene starts immediately after mattsun and reader have finished having sex), no gendered terms or genitalia are mentioned but reader is pretty clearly. how do i put this delicately. getting fucked by him on the regular, fwb to lovers

a/n: my apologies for the incorrect characterization (mattsun and makki have a coffee table which is frankly unrealistic). also i insert a completely random rarepair headcanon with no context and then don’t expand at all

"My back hurts," you moan. "Get off me."

"One second," Issei says, his naked chest warm as his big body blankets you. "I'm tired."

"You're tired?" You can't even twist your neck up to look at him. You hope your tone betrays your incredulity.

"Well, I was the one doing all the work," he says, and you gasp indignantly.

"No, actually, get off of me!" You say. "All you have to do is," you back your hips up into his, where you're still connected. He groans, and you lose your train of thought for a split second. "You think those acrobatics are easy?"

"It was a mutual effort," he cedes. "Hey—"

"No," you say, aggravated. "I'm sore."

He shifts slightly, one thick forearm braced next to your head. You're bent over the arm of the couch, forehead almost touching the cushions. You say: "Okay, after I shower."

Showering together is one of those things you don't do, like kissing or staying the night. You'd put up emotional guards when you started doing whatever it is you and Issei do.

They hadn't worked, like, at all.

In the shower, you don't play music, just scrub yourself down and prod the red marks he'd left behind. On the hips, the chest, the ass. You never take long, afraid to use up his hot water or reveal something you don't mean to vis-à-vis the affinity for love songs you've developed.

After you've left the shower and the both of you drip water all over his covers, he puts the sheets in the laundry and pulls you back onto the couch, really on the couch this time, his feet up on the arm, his arms around you.

"It's my birthday today," he says suddenly, and you jolt. You hadn't known that. "My friends and I are gonna go for dinner. Come with?"

You stare at him with wide eyes.

"You should've told me, I would've been nicer to you," you say, still trying to wrap your head around the question he'd asked you.

"You're plenty nice to me," he laughs, "what are you talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" You parrot. "Do your friends even know about me?"

"'Course," you feel one shoulder move in a shrug beneath you. "I told them about the time you faxed nudes to the mortuary.”

You’d been particularly proud of that feat, right up until he’d called you and you’d heard it in his very voice that you wouldn’t be walking the next day.

“Wow, I had no idea that was what made me stand out,” you laugh. “I don’t have any plans tonight, anyway. How many others have you invited?”

“Oh, it’s just the guys from high school,” he shrugs. “Kawa and Iwa always have some other volleyball addict strapped to their backs, so there’ll probably be a couple more, but I don’t really like parties.”

Issei is the most low-maintenance guy you know. You admire his ability to go with the flow, to let life wash over him and appreciate the ride.

“No, I meant how many of the others,” you gesture to yourself, a tiny movement. “Like me?”

“You’re the only person who’ll be there that I’ve had sex with, if that’s what you mean,” there’s a little smile on his face, one that makes your heart skip a beat. “Crazy.”

“Didn’t you and Iwaizumi have a thing for a while?” You point out.

“Hooking up once in high school is not the same as having a thing,” he insists. His heartbeat is speeding up under your palm, you notice. Funny. “You and Iwaizumi, then. That’s it.”

“Huh.” You say, and then are quiet for a while. “Matsukawa, forgive me for asking—if this is weird—what are we?”

“I hate that you only call me Issei in bed,” he says.

“I called you that on the couch, like, an hour ago.”

“You know what I mean, don’t be difficult.”

“I am difficult,” you say. “I’m high-maintenance and I’m too much work for someone easygoing like you.”

“I like working on you,” he says, pinching your arm. “I like that you try to be low-maintenance ‘cause you think that’s what I want and you still take up half my day when you’re here and all my mind when you’re not.”

Your lips part, blown off-kilter by his sincerity.

“I think I’m trying to ask you to be official,” he finishes, “but I think I’m fucking it up.”

“You’re not,” you laugh, “don’t worry. I was just going to die if you asked me to come meet all your friends just as the one who faxed you nudes.”

“If you died, I’d do your funeral for free,” he promises. “Oh, shit! That’s what I forgot.”

He shoves you away rather unceremoniously and you struggle to catch your breath on the couch in the few seconds he’s gone.

Issei comes back, a cluster of flowers bundled in one hand, his hair sticking up on one side from lying on the couch. You’ve never seen something so handsome.

You sit up and kiss him before you think about it, his lips soft and warm and a little chapped under yours. For all the time you’ve spent with him, it has the same clumsy charm as any first kiss with someone new, the sparking romance as metal strikes against itself. His cheeks are hot under your hands when you pull away.

“It should’ve been me giving you a birthday gift,” you say softly. “Thank you, Issei.”

(The two of you are late to dinner.)

[sunrisecaminus]

Hi it's me 🌻✨️

Had this idea give me optimus prime x reader headcanons (sfw or nsfw ) :>

Message - The Prime is amazing as a lover. I need to make a tier list on who is the best conjunx.

Optimus Prime x Human Reader Headcanons NSFW/SFW

Summary - Headcanons of Optimus with his human conjunx. SFW and NSFW.

Warning - NSFW below the "continue reading"

SFW

~ You want someone who will compliment you everyday and give you their 100% attention when you talk? Well congrats, you now have Optimus as your lover.

~ Bro, this guy will worry about you if you come back to the secret base two minutes later when you said you would be home.

~ Will never let you do anything with fighting or help in war efforts. After losing so many of his friends and family, he doesn't want to lose you as well.

~ You are as valuable as Cybertron to this guy, and he will obey every command you tell him…ok almost every command. If you tell him to let you fight, he would just pet your head and tell you no.

~ Do you know how hot you are when you defend your friends or the Autobots in front of him? Optimus would just be behind you, letting you scream at some guy who insulted him or someone else. He would just be there in support, just in case it would get physical.

~ If you more of a shy person, the Prime will drop everything for you if you wanted something. Knowing you don't ask for much, he would take your demands seriously.

~ If you are the independent attitude type, that man would simp for you anytime you order someone around. He needs the Prime's responsibilities taken off his shoulders and watching you do his job has to be amazing for him.

~ Optimus is not really good with physical affection in public, but the one thing he likes to do is lay his giant servo on your body while talking with you. Holding your body was such a privilege; Feeling your curves and soft skin was everything to the mech.

~ Forehead kissing? Yes please! Either he does it to you, or whenever he is leaning down to your height, you can give him a sneaky quick peck on his helmet.

~ Have you seen an angry Optimus? Holy fuck if that guy hears anything about you being harassed, he will drive you around for now on.

~ You will know when he is angry when he doesn't reply to your questions and stays quiet. If this ever happens, you will be ok. He would never yell at you or be violent…he just needs a breather to not punt the human that gave you a hard time.

~ Nah, screw the war, if MEGATRON gave you a hard time? Welp the four million year battle just ended right there. No mercy this time.

~ If he got angry with you? First, how did you fucking manage that? Second, he would be so nice about it. Telling you he needs a break to walk outside, he would think about what to do and than come back to tell you how he feels.

~ Please give Optimus kisses, the picture of him blushing and his engine revving a little will stay in your head for years.

NSFW

~ It is about damn time to talk about this, but Optimus is a freak.

~ Now don't get me wrong guys, it would take years of a loving relationship for him to finally be able to get that physical with you…but after? Nah it is almost every week you are banging.

~ The best is when he treats you like a queen. Optimus would do anything to hear your sweet moans.

~ Would it be funny if Ratchet was the only one who knew you guys got that deep into a relationship? I feel like every Autobot and Decepticon thinks that Optimus Prime is a pure man who doesn't do anything like that.

~ Keeping that in mind, they are dead ass wrong. Optimus is very skilled with interfacing, and could do almost anything you can put your mind to.

~ He is more of the soft top, telling you if you want him to do this or that. Being gentle whenever he handles you.

~ Eating you out is one of his favorites, giving your flower its proper care was his main priority.

~ It would take some begging from you to let himself be pleasured, he almost forgets that he has a spike that needs to be taken care of. It shows you how much he really loves and cherishes you.

~ Optimus is very sensitive when it comes to you playing with his spike. Rubbing your legs up and down on it, giving him a blow job, bucking your folds on him. He would try so hard not to make any embarrassing noises from how much bliss he is feeling.

~ He will always apologize to you when he cums first. Optimus feels bad when your lower half isn't cared for.

~ Aftercare is great, but after cleaning you and taking you to his birth, he still massages around your body. Optimus will tell you how beautiful you are to him until you doze off.

[jjsloverre]

blurb of babydaddy!jj and pouge!reader taking a mental day together

in which… babydaddy!jj takes pouge!reader for a mental walk to talk about the pregnancy

contains… pure fluff, a little cliffhangerrrrrr, foreshadowing (not proofread)

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“cmon mama to be! we don’t got all day!” jj yelled for you.

you were getting ready for something. you didn’t even know since jj wouldn’t spill anything about. “coming!” you screamed back. you walked down the stairs and straight into his arms. “hey pretty mama, ready for this walk?” your eyes shot up at him. “walk? why are we going on a walk?”

“for your mental health and just to talk you know? and then i got some pizza in the lil square ways you like em. now cmon and let’s go, we’re walking for an hour!” he exclaimed. “okay baby.” you smile.

as you and jj are walking, your minds go to the topic of your pregnancy. “what do you want our little baby to be?” jj asked you, thinking hard about the question, you find your answer. “i want a girl, what do you want?”

“i want twins honestly, one boy one girl. can’t i just nut inside you and we have twins?” jj asked while he intertwined your fingers together.

“no smart guy that isn’t how that works.” you smile up at his pretty blue eyes. “well how does it work? how can i get you to have twins?”

“um? genetics?”

“real funny ma.”

“i really hope our baby has your eyes, they’re the prettiest color ever.” he smiles hard, his beautiful smile coming out. “i hope our baby has your beauty and brains. cause i don’t have brains for shit.”

“what else do you wanna talk about baby?” you brought your hands up to your lips and kissed his knuckles, (and also biting him per usual.)

“ready for the ultrasound?” jj asked. “really really ready!” you exclaimed. after just 30 minutes, you begged jj to take you guys back to the house, so you could eat the pizza he talked about.

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“like the pizza?” jj asked. “course i do! it’s really really good, oh and jayj?” you look up at his pretty blue eyes. “what’s up?”

“do you regret this? like getting me pregnant? what if you have other baby mamas?” jj looked at you pretty confused. he didn’t understand where this concern was coming from. but then again, he realized you were pregnant, and probably had millions of questions about his past hookups. “i don’t fuck girls raw, i use protection. and i only didn’t do it with you cause you were my close friend and i trusted you to… i guess fuck raw? i honestly didn’t mean to get you pregnant, but to answer your question… no i don’t regret it. i’ve always wanted kids! didn’t think it would be this early but if it’s with you? wouldn’t want it with anyone else.”

“really?” you whispered.

“really.”

“can we… go to the mall for some stuff? and then a spa?” you cuddled into his arms while he rubbed your growing belly. “hell yeah we can! we can do whatever you want.”

“yay thank you!”

“no problem baby. hey… why don’t you get some rest? got a big day tomorrow don’t we?”

“yeah we do… thank you for this mental day and the walk, i didn’t realize how much it would help me, but it helped so much.” you whispered to jj, falling asleep in his arms.

★

as you went to sleep, jj had a plan that would change everything. he got on the phone with kiara.

“look… we don’t talk but i need a favor, don’t flirt with me either. and i mean it, i need to go ring shopping for y/n, i’m asking you for help since you’re her best friend, differences aside, do this for her and leave my drama out of it.”

“fine…” kie whispered back through the phone. “what time asshole.” jj rolled his eyes. “lose the attitude, the fuck you mad for? just because i rejected you to be with the mother of MY child? that doesn’t matter no more, but anyway… friday at noon while she’s at lunch with her parents. thanks kie.”

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a/n- a little short but ty for 500 followers! and my bday in 20 days? we bouta t up👅👅 anyway! enjoy this foreshadowing 😉

more babydaddy!jj x pouge!reader here

[rafes-slut]

Count Every Inch

Pairing: Friends Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Smut, size kink, degradation, praise kink, mild humiliation, teasing, light roughness, explicit language, friends-to-lovers, slight angst, jealousy, possessiveness

Summary: you heard rumor about rafe that he was small and cant please women so you tease him about it until he proves it to you by fucking you and making you count every inch

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You should’ve known better than to push Rafe’s buttons. Teasing him was always a dangerous game—one you usually played just to see how far you could go before he snapped. Tonight, you might’ve taken it too far.

It started harmlessly enough, just you and Rafe lounging in his bedroom, half-drunk from the beers you’d stolen from his dad’s stash. You were sprawled across his bed, scrolling through your phone, while he sat at the foot of it, tossing a lighter between his hands, bored out of his mind.

“You know,” you mused, stretching your legs out, “I heard something interesting at the bar last night.”

Rafe barely spared you a glance. “Yeah? What’s that?”

You smirked, biting your lip before delivering the bait. “Some girl was talking about you.”

That got his attention. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing. “What girl?”

“I dunno. Some random girl,” you said airily, waving a hand. “She said she hooked up with you once.”

His brows furrowed. “So?”

You let the words sit between you for a second, dragging it out just to see the faint irritation flicker across his features. Then, with the cruelest smirk, you delivered the killing blow.

“She said you were small. That you can’t even please a woman.”

Silence.

The lighter in his hands stilled. Your heart picked up when his jaw clenched, a muscle ticking under his skin. His blue eyes darkened, locked onto you like a predator about to pounce.

“What the fuck did you just say?” His voice was low, calm, too calm.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of your own words. Maybe you had gone too far. “I—I mean, it’s just what I heard,” you said, shifting slightly on the bed, feeling the heat of his stare burn into you. “I thought it was funny.”

Rafe set the lighter down with deliberate slowness, rising to his feet. “Funny?” He scoffed. “You think that’s funny?”

You bit your lip, suddenly unsure whether you should keep playing or start backpedaling. But it was too late. Rafe was already moving, crawling onto the bed, hovering over you. His presence alone made the air thick, suffocating.

“Guess I’ll have to prove you wrong then,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over your jaw as his hand slid down your stomach. “And since you think it’s so funny, you’re gonna count every fucking inch.”

Your breath hitched. His fingers traced the hem of your shorts, playing with the waistband, teasing, making you squirm beneath him.

“Rafe—”

“Shh,” he hushed, lips grazing your ear. “You wanted to run your mouth, now you deal with the consequences.”

Your heart hammered against your ribs as he pushed your shorts down, his touch rough, demanding. His fingertips ghosted over your inner thighs, drawing soft shivers from you. The way his touch shifted from teasing to controlling made your head spin.

“You know,” Rafe continued, his voice low and dark, “it’s kinda cute how you act like a little brat. But you forget who you’re dealing with.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets when he pressed against you, the sheer size of him making your breath stutter before he even pushed in. His smirk deepened at your reaction.

“Start counting, sweetheart.”

Your voice came out breathy, almost desperate. “O-One.”

Rafe let out a low chuckle, gripping your thighs tighter. “That’s right. Keep going.”

You inhaled sharply as he pushed in deeper, stretching you, making you feel every inch he swore you’d regret doubting. The fullness was overwhelming, a slow, torturous stretch that had you digging your nails into his shoulders. Each number left your lips in a moan, and by the time you reached the last, your body was trembling beneath him.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, your head lolling back onto the pillow. “Rafe—”

He grinned down at you, his hand moving to grasp your chin, forcing your gaze back to him. “Nah, don’t start whining now,” he mocked, dragging his lips over yours without fully kissing you. “You wanted to run your mouth—now you finish what you started.”

You moaned as he snapped his hips forward, forcing a strangled sound from your throat. His fingers traced down your body, gripping your hips as he rolled into you with an unrelenting pace. He wanted to make sure you felt him, that you understood exactly what he was proving.

“Think you’ll be spreading any more rumors, huh?” His breath was hot against your ear.

You shook your head weakly, your body completely wrecked from the overwhelming pleasure. A cocky smirk tugged at his lips as he pressed a bruising kiss to your lips, swallowing your breathless whimpers.

“Didn’t think so.”

[tqlepatia]

⋆ - 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

#.ex!toxic sevika, love triangle, mild violence and emotional manipulation

- part one. part two. part three.

Sevika was fuming.

She stalked through the dimly lit streets of Zaun, her jaw clenched so tight it ached. Four days. Four days of stewing in her own anger, of replaying that damn conversation in her head, babette was living in her head now, repeating that damn words, again, again, again and again

"she's busy sevika, with grayson"

Grayson.

Fucking Grayson.

The woman had no damn business being here. She was Piltover through and through, too clean, too proper, too used to getting what she wanted. And what she wanted now, apparently, was you.

Sevika knew it the moment she saw her, standing too close, that infuriating smirk on her face. She had seen the way Grayson watched you, the way she talked to you, how she hears your moans at the other side of the wall of the brothel while she walk in to search another girl, It made Sevika’s blood boil.

So, when she finally found Grayson leaning against the bar in one of Zaun’s more upscale dens, nursing a drink like she belonged there, Sevika didn’t bother with pleasantries.

"You should go back to Piltover, Sheriff," Sevika growled, stepping into Grayson’s space, making it clear she wasn’t in the mood for games. "They have brothels there too, don’t they?"

Grayson chuckled confidently, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. "They do," she said, taking a deliberate sip, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But none of them have her."

Sevika’s fists clenched. She could feel the familiar itch of violence crawling up her spine, urging her to swing, to grab Grayson by that uniform and shove her against the bar. Instead, she exhaled sharply through her nose.

"She doesn’t belong to you," Sevika snarled.

Grayson raised an eyebrow. "No? Funny, because last I checked—" she leaned in, voice dropping low "—she's doesn't belong to you neither, not anymore."

Sevika froze.

That, that, hit deeper than she was willing to admit.

She had known things between you had fallen apart, but to hear it so plainly, from Grayson of all people, made something ugly twist in her gut.

Grayson tilted her head, watching her reaction. "What’s wrong, Sevika? Thought you could ruin her, toss her aside, and no one else would ever want her?" Her lips curved into a slow smirk. "Hate to break it to you, but she's too damn hot to pass up."

Sevika’s patience snapped.

She grabbed Grayson’s collar, dragging her in close, their noses nearly touching. The tension was razor-sharp, the air crackling with the unspoken challenge between them.

"Stay the fuck away from her."

Grayson didn’t flinch. If anything, her smirk widened. "Or what? You gonna lose her again?"

That was the thing about Grayson. She didn’t need to throw a punch to land a hit.

Sevika let go, shoving her back with a sneer. She turned on her heel, stalking away before she did something really stupid.

Grayson’s voice followed her.

"Better move fast, sweetheart." A pause. "Wouldn’t want me to get there first."

Sevika didn’t stop.

Four days had passed since Sevika's encounter with Grayson, but the fury hadn't subsided. If anything, it had only intensified. Her mind kept replaying that moment over and over, each time with a deeper ache. She should have done something more, something to teach Grayson a lesson, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn’t Grayson she was mad at. It was herself.

She had let you slip away. Her. The one person she had let herself care about in years. And now Grayson, of all people, was circling around you like a fucking lion, and Sevika could do nothing but watch.

It was late afternoon when Sevika found herself on the outskirts of Zaun, heading to the last drop, a frequent place to her. Her fists were still tight at her sides, the weight of her emotions weighing on her chest. She wasn’t sure whether it was the stress of the past few days, or the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at her, but something felt off.

And then she saw it.

A shadow slipped between the drunk mans, and her instincts kicked in. Her hand shot to the side, grabbing the hilt of a knife she always carried.

But when the figure stepped into the dim light, Sevika froze.

It was you.

"Sevika…" Your voice was soft, almost hesitant, but she could feel the tension in the air, the way you were holding back.

Her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. "What are you doing here?"

You hesitated for a moment, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "I needed to see you."

Sevika’s heart skipped a beat, her defenses crumbling just a fraction. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected you to seek her out.

"What the hell do you want, huh?" Sevika growled, stepping forward to close the space between you. Her anger was still there, simmering under the surface, but now it was laced with confusion. Was it anger at you? At Grayson? At herself?

"I—I need to understand," you said, your voice wavering. "I need to know what happened between us."

Sevika’s eyes flickered away, her gaze hardening. She didn’t want to talk about this, not now. "We don’t need to do this."

But you weren't backing down. "I do." Your voice cracked with a rawness she hadn’t heard before. "I need to know if there’s any chance left. If we can fix this. Can we?"

Sevika’s breath caught. Her heart ached at the vulnerability in your words, but she knew—she knew deep down—that she was too broken for anything between you to be fixed. She was too lost in her own demons to ever give you what you deserved.

But you were still standing there, looking at her like you wanted answers, like you still saw something in her worth saving.

"Please," you whispered, and she almost felt herself melt when you looked at her with those big bambi eyes

Sevika wanted to say so many things. She wanted to tell you that she cared, that she hadn’t meant for things to spiral this way, that she wanted nothing more than to hold you and tell you everything would be okay. But the words wouldn’t come. She was too tangled in her own emotions, too lost in the anger and regret that clouded her mind.

"You’re better off without me," Sevika muttered, stepping back, unwilling to meet your eyes. "You deserve more than this, more than me"

But before you could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the shadows. Grayson’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"Seems like I got here just in time," she said with that damn smug grin plastered on her face.

Sevika’s heart sank, her fists clenching again, rage bubbling up once more.

"Stay away from her, Grayson," Sevika growled, turning to face the woman she had been avoiding for days.

Grayson held up her hands, feigning innocence. "I’m just here to check on my new… friend." She winked at you, ignoring Sevika’s glare entirely.

You stepped forward, your gaze flickering between them. "I don’t need either of you to fight over me, its fucking stupid and childish."

"Don’t listen to her," Sevika snapped, her anger rising once again, but not at you. Not at the idea of you being with Grayson. At herself, for being too damn dumb to let you slip through her fingers.

But Grayson wasn’t finished. "You know," she said, her voice laced with condescension, "I’m really starting to think you’re just too late, Sevika."

Before Sevika could snap back, you spoke again, your voice quiet but firm. "Enough."

The word hung in the air, heavy with the weight of everything that had been left unsaid.

Grayson raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You want to tell me what’s going on here?"

But you turned away from both of them, and you're back to Grayson and Sevika. "I’m done," you said softly, your voice barely audible. "I’m done with all of this."

Sevika’s world tilted, her heart falling into the pit of her stomach.

"You can’t just walk away," Sevika said, her voice cracking with the intensity of her frustration. She reached out, but you didn’t turn back.

"I’m not walking away from anyone," you said, your voice filled with pain. "I’m walking away from both of you."

Sevika watched as you disappeared into the shadows, leaving her standing there with nothing but the echo of your words.

For the first time in days, the anger faded, leaving only a hollow emptiness.

And she knew, deep down, that this was the worst thing she could have done.

❝ For the last part, who stays with the reader? And I may change some things later. I hope y'all are feeling well, angels! Xoxo❞

[gh0stly-mp3]

Hear me out... Lavinho hcs.... Jwudjs just anything lavinho pls I'll take it

Hii! I finally had time to do your suggestion, classes started so I didn't have time for anything. I loveeee Lavinho with all my heart, thank u! I have soo much things in mind

in the brazilian style -> hcs

aka: no jeitinho brazuca de ser

lavinho x gn!reader / lavinho hcs

synopsis: things i imagine lavinho doing as a brazilian in japan + other fun things he'd do in bllk

tags: lavinho hcs, crack/funny, brazilian memes, lavinho having the ultimate brazilian spirit

warnings: words in pt-br (w translation), mature language, don't take anything said personally

a/n: i had so much funny doing this! sending love to all my brazilians out there (i'm from sp, what about ya'll?)

masterlist.

Lavinho would definitely be stared at a lot because he speaks and laughs to loudly, but he seem to don't notice it at all. He'd look at you and go like:

- "Hey, xuxu [cutie]! This city lights are fucking awesome! Those match my hairstyle!"

- "Yeah, they do, but can you be a little quieter, people are staring" - You'd respond

- "Opa [opss], sorry! I forgot that you gringos are too quiet"

He'd get as much souvenirs he could put in his suitcase so he could put all of them in his collection when he got home. He has fridge magnets, keychains, trinkets, etc

He'd complain all the time about the lack of beaches, sun, bars and noise. It pisses him of when he's in Brazil, but he often misses it

Lavinho would also complain about the japanese dress code, where people look at him weirdly for wearing shorts, a t-shirt stuck to the body, chains and rings and a juliet (a type of glasses)

He loves to discover new places in the countries he visits, so he'd beg you to show him the most unusual places in Japan, places where the majority of tourists wouldn't go

He'd go to a bar and start discussing politics with some random people, more specifically, brazilian politics

- "You know, our last election was very fierced, Lula against Bolsonaro. Do you know Bolsonaro?"

- "Uh? Bolsonaro?"

- "Yeah! Say "Foda-se o Bolsonaro [screw/fuck bolsonaro]!"

- "Foda-se Bolsonaro?"

- "YEAH! JUST LIKE THAT!"

Lavinho would talk shit about São Paulo to whoever he could, saying that Rio de Janeiro is way better. And he'd get so angry in the process he'd start speaking in portuguese

- "Lá o céu é cinza, porra! Cinza! Eles não tem praia! Eles são uns fodidos! São Paulo é uma merda! [The sky there is gray! Fucking gray! They don't have beaches! They're arrogant fuckers! São Paulo sucks!]"

Lavinho would occasionally bring up some brazilian thing that no one knows like its the most normal thing ever. Some examples are:

- "Oh, so he's just like Virginia with social midia, got it"

- "This boy Shidou looks like he'd go on Rin just like Datena did to Marçal with that chair. Bam!" - He'd say while immitating Datena

- "Bachira, your friend Isagi looks just like Nazaré Tedesco in that meme"

- "Menó [bro], that goalkeeper looks just like et bilu. That dude is like a folclore creature"

- "You know, I grew up in favela Santa Maria, close to the laje do [slab of] Michael Jackson"

When Barcha starts loosing he yells: "C'mon! Brasileiro não desiste não [brazilians don't give up]!

He constantly mocks the way Ego speaks, doing a poor japanese accent and posing just like him. He'd do the same to Noa, but with a mocking french accent instead

Lavinho would teach each Barcha player how to celebrate their goal in brazilian style, showing them videos of Neymars, Ronaldinhos, Vini Jrs and Gabigol poses

He'd teach his whole team how to sing and dance to his favorite brazilian songs (mostly funk) and would let Bachira wear one of his juliets and take a lot of pics

He wouldn't believe that other countries don't use whatsapp, like, where do you guys even talk? He finds that really weird {i do too}

[jamiehe4rtsmen]

⁹ can't believe i get to call you mine

୨ৎ

"you see that girl over there?" schlatt leans on the counter, pointing towards you across the deli shop, who was squinting at the menu (you forgot your glasses at home and were suffering the consequences).

the underpaid employee blinks. "yeah."

schlatt lights up, a dumb grin settling on his face as he lets out a giggle. "that's my girl. can you believe that?"

"wow... so, what kind of sandwich do you w—"

"i mean, that's like, the definition of pulling above your league. am i right?" he pushes his elbow into the cashier gently, like they were best buds who were catching up after a long day.

"for sure. what kind—"

"i asked her yesterday, and she actually said yes! can you believe i—"

"give me your fucking sandwich order."

his video had now garnered 9.9 million views, titled "the bit went too far". it started off as an apology video, apologinzg for something vague, until you walked into frame and chirped "hey babe, whatcha doin'?" in the video, schlatt whipped his head around and hissed, "shh! what if they see you? i'll lose like, all my revenue from my woman audience!" your eyes widen and you giggle conspiratorially, walking out of the frame. schlatt turns around, facing the screen, and shrugs awkwardly before the video cuts off. all thirty seconds of it went absolutely viral.

right after this video was posted, unpaid intern came out with its first episode. a specific clip mentioning you went viral.

"so, after everything that's happened today, how are we feeling? like schlatt, we all know you've got a girl back home." ludwig transferred the microphone from himself to schlatt.

he grumbled, "what's it t'ya?"

"well, are the two of you thinkin' about kids?" a grin broke out across ludwig's face.

schlatt's poker face was immaculate as he shrugged. "well, so far the two of us have been trying to keep her tamagotchi alive more than anything, so once we deal with that first... we'll think 'bout it. but i don't mind the idea."

the kids burst out into the classic teasing chant of, "schlatt and his girlfriend kissing in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G—"

"alright, alright! cool your little jets, kiddos." he groans, ruffling their hair.

on his new minecraft server, he was talking about you (as always). he killed a few sheep and made you a pink bed, placing it quite literally right next to his. he made a little sign that said "for my girl" and side eyed chat before quickly scrambling to add a little "<3" at the end, but when his chat teased him for it he scoffed, gaslighting to the thousandth degree. "psh.. no, chat. you guys are seein' things."

he'd added a new dono goal (which he reached in under an hour), which read "STREAM W/ THE MISSUS." he begrudgingly kept his word, booting up a just chatting stream titled "q&a with woman."

chat had fed him important questions to ask, like your name and hobbies, but he purposefully picked out the most funny one. straight-faced he looked at you and loudly proclaimed, "would you still love me if i was a blue ford f-150?" to which he got a hesitant, "...yes, but would i be like... carsexual then?"

he had also been caught and clipped glancing at his phone during streams and chuckling to himself, his cheeks flushed. sometimes he would even turn his phone to chat to show that toots 💕 texted him "saw a pineapple can at the grocery store next to a lawnmower and thought of you"

"ah. shakespeare's got nothin' on my girl. bill can suck a cock." he sighed, clearly lovelorn as he chuckled to himself.

sometimes chat would tease him with donos such as "blink twice if you need help" or "dating above your league final boss"

but his favorite thing was when someone on twitter tagged him in a photo of you and a man talking to each other, captioned "@/jschlatt, i'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but i saw your girl at a restaurant with this guy. dm me if you need emotional support 😘 xoxo"

schlatt was sent this tweet on stream, and burst out laughing. he laughed so hard he burst into tears, then he called you in the room with a mock-serious voice. "babe, jschlattsleftsock on twitter—"

"x, the everything app," you jokingly interrupt him.

he rolls his eyes, clearing his throat and grumbling, "not fuckin' calling it that. anyway, she said that you cheated on me with this guy." he burst into laughter as he showed the photo of you and the guy.

you burst into laughter two, but in between laughs you wheezed, "that's— my older brother— oh my gosh! and the xoxo at the end, the girl is shameless!"

chat, when they realized the truth of the situation, calmed down and started laughing too. you and the guy did look eerily similar to anyone with a pair of eyes, and it became a bit between the two of you and chat.

୨ৎ

divider credits @issysh3ll

[spacegyaru]

cw: very toxic shidou! also, i'm having a baby fever rn after meeting my bf's nieces sooo. also, they're both 23 here!

toxic! shidou ryusei is the type to make you beg no matter what the circumstances are. whether it's in and out of the bed, if he has the chance to be a menace, he totally would be.

you remember staring back at the two lines that your pregnancy test kits left three weeks after officially breaking up with him. you cursed at yourself upon seeing it.

"ugh fuck," you whispered to yourself, after looking at the white stick you just used. you discovered that you were officially pregnant with your ex-boyfriend, ryusei shidou's baby.

well, the circumstances of the breakup weren't exactly ideal. you loved shidou dearly, but he started becoming a little bit toxic. it all started when you asked to break up with him for the sake of your career, but he refused to— you ended up having make up sex until you forgot about breaking up. after that, whenever you guys start having an argument, he brings up the fact that you almost broke up with him, even to the point of accusing you for cheating— but he wasn't agressive. it was more of a taunt to you, given his smug personality.

eventually, you got sick of it and broke up with him. now, you're in your bathroom, thinking whether you should tell him or not. you sigh, setting down the three tests, and taking a photo of them.

if you're going to be honest, you'd love to have kids— babies to be exact. but you're not sure about who their dad would be. also, you're not sure if your menacing ex would be the ideal man for that. besides, you're broke right now... which means, you'll be needing his help.

so with a little bit of hesitation, you texted him after deleting his contact, and not talking for the past two weeks, sending him a photo of those three tests.

this is the first time he left you on read, and it made your blood boil. you were so mad.

after that, you tossed your phone on the bed. why were you hoping for a good response from shidou anyway? that's like waiting for a shooting star.

until the next night...

you couldn't stop your blood from boiling upon reading this. so you devised a plan to confront. the next day, you were angrily storming in to the sports arena, after his football practice. there's not a lot of people during that hour and he's usually the last person to leave. you entered the locker room, where you met him, with his towel hanging low from his hips. he smirked upon seeing you with an angry expression while approaching him.

"yo y/n—" shidou tried to greet you, but your palm came across his cheek. you slapped him with full of anger.

"you have the guts to greet me with a 'yo' when i just told you that i'm pregnant and you literally ignored me?!" you almost caused a scandal in the locker room, but it's a good thing that there's only the two of you in the whole place.

you thought shidou would argue back, but he didn't. he smirked, ignored you, and just got dressed. all while you waited for his answer. this is shidou's usual trick to provoke you. he's going to be quiet and wear a smug expression, until you get so angry... and eventually, you're gonna find yourself calming down.

"r-ryusei— hey, d-don't ignore me! hey!" you tried chasing him as he almost left while carrying his sports duffel bag, but you blocked his way, almost doing a t-pose. and he laughed upon you doing this. you got so embarrassed and flustered by his reaction.

"you're so funny, y/n." shidou said in a smug voice, "if you want my help, you gotta at least be nice to me, you know? you'll need to take me back to your life.~"

oh hell nah, shidou knows a lot. he knows that child was made by you and him. but of course... he won't give you what you want. not until you beg for it. not until you show him how dependent you are to him.

shidou didn't expect you to give in so fast though. but you had swallow your pride. you badly need his help.

"i-i— don't leave me alone, ryusei. this is your child too. i—" you were having a hard time blocking his way and he's surely having fun watching you chase him like this. "f-fine, i'll play nice and do whatever you want!"

again, for the third time, shidou managed to make himself crawl back in your life again. you could never get rid of this man.

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part ten: three's a crowd

word count: 2.6k (yikes!)

warnings: none - lmk if i missed any!

nine | ten | eleven

The coffee was bitter today.

Maybe they were trying a new roast, or it was a bad batch of beans, but whatever it was left  bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He was at his same corner spot, observing the scene around him.

Y/N stood at the till in the front, where she flitted back and forth between her stations, a whir of seamless movement as she worked to complete orders. The customers of the day were scattered about – engaged in lively conversation, skimming potential reads, or working on laptops in various nooks and crannies.

But all of that was only background noise. Even with his phone in his hand, Lando’s focus wasn’t on his screen.

Up at the counter, Y/N was talking to someone—a customer, a guy who looked vaguely familiar but not someone he’d paid much attention to before. He had dark hair and smooth features. Tall, but not intimidatingly so. 

Lando's jaw tightened slightly as he observed the way Y/N's shoulders weren’t held as stiff as they were around most people. She wasn’t awkward. Not in the usual way. Her hands still fidgeted—tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, adjusting her glasses—but not as nervously as she usually did.

She appeared… comfortable. Familiar, even.

Lando leaned back in his seat, expression unreadable as he watched the exchange.

“…You’ve been slacking,” Alex teased, nodding toward a book on the counter with ruffled pages and a bookmark sticking out at an odd angle towards the end. “This is the same one you were reading last week.”

Y/N scoffed. “Excuse you, I’ve been busy.”

Alex smirked, leaning on the counter. “Busy making my coffee?”

She rolled her eyes, swatting him playfully. “Busy running a café that you practically live in!”

“Hey, I’m keeping your business afloat!”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head as she finally slid his drink toward him. “More like testing my patience.”

Alex grinned, picking up the mug and taking a sip. “Oh please – I’m the best part of your day.”

Y/N pointedly ignored that, instead changing the subject. “How’s that project of yours going? Still think your professor is out to get you?”

Alex groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “One hundred percent. I swear, she has it out for me!”

Y/N laughed—soft, genuine. For some reason, the sound of it settled uneasily in his chest.

It couldn’t possibly have been that funny. “Anyway,” Alex continued, “I was actually gonna ask—”

Before Lando could hear the rest, his phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He exhaled sharply, turning his attention away and back to his screen.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t care. Y/N could talk to whoever she wanted. 

Lando grabbed his cup and got up, expression unreadable. He walked right past the main counter and dropped his trash into the bin, and left.

Because what the fuck was he supposed to do with the fact that he suddenly, deeply hated the sight of someone else making her laugh?

“Are you free this weekend?”

Y/N looked up from the book she had been shelving, blinking owlishly at the unexpected question.

Alex Albon stood a few feet away, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, a hesitant yet hopeful look on his face.

One of her most faithful regulars, he was easygoing, intelligent, and had a sense of humor that often made long shifts a little more bearable. And now, he was asking her out.

Y/N opened her mouth, then shut it, caught entirely off guard.

“Oh.” A pause. “Uh. Like… in what way?”

Alex chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “In a way where I take you out to dinner. And I believe, ideally, you’d say yes.”

Oh.

Y/N felt warmth creep up the back of her neck.

This was normal. People went on dates. She was people, right?

“Um…” She hesitated, then bit her lip nervously. 

The Thai man in front of her raised his eyebrows, realizing he’d apparently caught her off guard. “Or- Or you could take your time to think about it! We could do that too.”

“That second one.”

Alex grinned. “Cool, cool. I’ll take what I can get.” Then, as if only just realizing that he needed to close out this conversation somehow, his smile grew a bit more nervous.

“I’ll, uh, see you around then, yeah?”

She nodded again, smiling softly now that the initial shock was beginning to wear off and trying to ignore the way her heart picked up slightly.

A possible date. With Alex.

“So… this guy. What’s he like?”

Y/N glanced up from the receipts she’d been sorting, blinking at her coworker’s mischievous smile. Susie was too observant and it was a trait she found very annoying.

She huffed, shoving her laptop shut. “I never said yes.”

“But,” Alex leaned in with an exaggerated grin, “you’re thinking about it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I don’t know. It’s just dinner.”

“Sounds to me like you’re considering it.”

She exhaled, reluctant. She was considering it. Maybe it was because she had been spending so much time at the café, maybe it was because it had been a while since she’d gone out, but when Alex—charming, well-spoken, easy-going—had asked, she hadn’t outright said no.

He was nice. Funny. Attentive, certainly.

So why did she hesitate?

Susie nudged her shoulder. “You should go.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why do you care?”

The blonde girl grinned. “Namely because I like chaos, and watching you awkwardly navigate a date sounds really entertaining.”

She groaned, shoving her lightly before grabbing her things. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, here you are, still talking to me.”

“I was just wrapping up my shift! But apparently peace and quiet is too much to ask for nowadays,” she sighed, shaking her head in a dramatic display of disappointment, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she finally grabbed her things and went to clock out.

Maybe Susie was right.

It was just one dinner.

The next time Lando stopped by, he caught the tail end of a conversation—Y/N chatting with some guy standing further down the bar counter, leaning against the granite. It was the guy from the other day.

The funny one, Lando's mind provided unhelpfully.

“…so yeah, that’s why I was thinking maybe Friday? But if you’re busy, we can always—”

“No, no, not at all! I’m not busy,” the guy said, smiling easily. “Friday sounds perfect.”

Lando slid up to the counter, his expression impassive, even as something in his chest tightened. Y/N noticed him immediately, a smiling blooming as she recognized him. “Oh! Hey, Liam.”

The guy turned, flashing Lando a friendly smile. “You know each other?”

“She’s my coffee dealer,” Lando said dryly, nodding toward her. Y/N rolled her eyes. “This is Alex.”

Lando barely acknowledged him. His gaze flicked between them, sharp and assessing.

“So,” he started, his tone deceptively light, “what’s Friday?”

Alex answered first. “We’re going out.”

Lando hummed, his fingers tapping idly against the counter. “S’that so?”

Y/N tilted her head, chuckling sheepishly. Suddenly, her cheeks felt very warm. “You sound surprised.”

Lando shrugged. “Didn’t know you were into the dating scene.”

She gave him a look. “You’ve never asked. You barely stick around to drink your coffee when you come anyways.”

Fair point.

But Lando wasn’t thinking about that. He was thinking about how Alex looked at her, about the easy way he leaned in, and he was thinking about how much he hated it.

It was irrational. Fucking stupid. Entirely irrational.

But it was there all the same.

Still, he smirked, playing it off. “Well then, have fun.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, like she was trying to read him. Something sounded off, but maybe she was only imagining it. “Thanks, Li.”

Alex chuckled, tipping his head in greeting to Lando before reaching out to shake his hand. “Look, I’ve unfortunately got to head out for a thing, but it was nice meeting you.”

Lando finally looked at him properly.

The guy had no idea.

No idea who Lando really was. No idea what it meant that he was standing here, having this conversation.

No idea how easy it would be for Lando to make sure that this little date never happened. But he wouldn’t, of course, because that would be downright pathetic. So instead, Lando only shook his hand with the most believable smile he could muster, lifted his coffee in a lazy salute in her direction, before walking out as well.

Let her go on her stupid date.

See if he cared.

He didn’t think much about the conversation after that. At least, he tried not to.

But a couple of days later, when he stopped by again, he overheard something that made his jaw go tight.

“Wait—you actually said yes?”

Another distantly familiar voice, someone who probably worked at the café. A brunette girl wearing a black apron with an embroidered logo identical to Y/N’s stood leaning against the frame of the doorway leading to the back.

“Why not?” Y/N’s voice responded, amused.

Lando turned his head slightly, attention drawn to the conversation near the bookshelf.

“It’s just… I didn’t think you’d go for him,” Kika replied. One of her coworkers, it seemed.

Y/N huffed a laugh. Y/N was half-certain that Kika’s current boyfriend had something to do with the town’s street racing ring, so perhaps the chances of someone like Kika seeing the appeal in someone like Alex would be quite low. 

“He’s… y’know, nice. And it’s just a date.”

Lando exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing himself to release the tension in his jaw before it became obvious. It wasn’t like he cared.

Y/N wasn’t part of his world. She wasn’t supposed to be part of his anything.

Yet he found himself thinking about how she’d called them friends. Lando suddenly wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

Y/N didn’t date often. She was too busy with work, with school, with single-handedly trying to manage everything in the chaos that is life after moving to Monaco. 

But Alex had been… easy to say yes to. He was smart, charming, funny, the kind of guy who made conversation effortless. And she had to admit, the date was actually nice.

They met at a small Italian place near her campus, one with dim lighting and warm bread served fresh from the oven.  Alex was easy to talk to, easy to laugh with.

But still, something felt… off. Not bad, exactly. Just—like her mind was somewhere else, distracted.

But she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

A few nights later, Lando stepped into Books & Brews, expecting to find Y/N behind the counter as usual.

But she wasn’t there.

Margot, a ginger, elderly woman who owned the place, smiled at him as she worked the register. “Oh, she’s off tonight, dear.”

Lando frowned. “Off?”

Margot laughed good naturedly. “She has a life, you know. Can’t spend all her time making coffee for the likes of you, now can she?”

He rolled his eyes, ignoring the tightness in his chest.

He didn't need any stupid coffee anyway.

Later that night, back at his penthouse, Max Fewtrell strolled into the room with his usual easy confidence, dropping into the chair opposite Lando.

“You look like someone kicked your dog.”

Lando ignored him, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “What do you want?”

“Nothin’, man. Was just sayin’.”

He wisely decided not to make any further comments about it for the rest of the night.

Y/N didn’t know why she was nervous.

It was just a date.

A totally normal date with a totally normal guy.

Well, okay, not totally normal. Alex was charming. That much had been obvious from the start. He had this way of making people feel seen, of listening attentively, of slipping in easy compliments without making it weird. He was the kind of guy who made everyone feel like they were the most interesting person in the room. It was hard not to like him.

So when he asked if she wanted to grab dinner sometime, she figured—why not? It wasn’t like she was seeing anyone.

It wasn’t until she was actually sitting across from him at a dimly lit restaurant that she realized how out of practice she was at dating. Now, she sat across from Alex at a cozy little restaurant, her fingers wrapped around her glass.

“I have to be honest,” he said, grinning over the rim of his drink. “I didn’t actually think you’d say yes.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “Why?”

Alex shrugged, setting his glass down. “You always seem a little… I don’t know, in your own world. Thought maybe you wouldn’t be interested in dating.”

She felt herself flush slightly, adjusting her glasses. “I mean, I like books. But I also like people.”

Alex smiled, warm and teasing. “Well that’s good to know.”

“So,” Alex leaned forward with an easy smile, resting his wrists on the table. “Tell me something about you that nobody else knows.”

Y/N hesitated, stirring her drink absentmindedly. Maybe there was some blushing, too. She wasn’t used to having this much attention on her, after all – all the other times they’d interacted had been in the controlled cacophony of her cafe. “That’s a lot of pressure for a first date question.”

“C’mon! Humor me just for a second.”

She thought for a second, then shrugged. “I read the endings of books before I finish them.”

Alex’s expression twisted in exaggerated betrayal. “No. You don’t.”

She smiled. “I do!”

“That’s got to be a crime against literature or something.”

Y/N laughed. “I like knowing how things end. It makes the journey less stressful.”

Alex just shook his head, mock-offended. “I don’t know if I can be seen in public with you now.”

“Your loss.”

They fell into an easy conversation after that, and for a while, Y/N felt herself relaxing. Alex was good company—fun, charming in a way that wasn’t too overbearing. It was nice.

But there was a moment when his phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at the screen and tensed, his entire demeanor shifting just slightly.

Y/N noticed.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

Alex forced a weak smile, before taking a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing important.”

The words sounded believable enough, but there was something in the way he looked after he slipped the phone back into his pocket that made her pause. He looked sad.

But Alex was intent on making this a good first date, and so the conversation started up again. They talked about his project, her books, their tastes in music. She learned that she and Alex shared a weakness for corny jokes after laughing until her stomach hurt. He was funny, effortlessly so, and she found herself laughing more than she expected.

Maybe this could be something.

Maybe she had been overthinking things.

It wasn’t until the end of the night, when they stepped out onto the quiet street, that she realized someone was watching.

A figure leaned into the shadow that draped over the side of the building, half-obscured by the dim streetlight.

Her breath hitched. She swallowed hard, trying not to react, but something must have shifted in her expression because Alex frowned, looking worried. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah! Just- just tired, is all.”

He didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he let it go. “I’ll walk you home?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m closeby anyway.”

Alex searched her face for a second before finally nodding. “Alright, but let me know when you get home safe, yeah?”

She nodded, giving him a small smile before turning and beginning the walk back home.

a/n: pls send me asks so we can yap abt this series! i have such exciting plans for it that i wish i could write it all in one night truly

[drdemonprince]

okay so iwtv is a very silllly show now i get it. armand is buddies with fucking jean paul sartre??? stop being so stupid with me right now!!! But I do like the dysphoric fuckin horror of Claudia being stuck playing a child character for hundreds of performances -- that could have been pushed even further (at least in the episode i've seen,maybe it still does), i was a little high and it was starting to freak me out to think about. the song is unfortunately very catchy too. The Claudia 2 actress is winning me over now -- because i do think her youthful appearance and kind of naive attitude fits what the character is going through right now a lot better. The original Claudia actress had a self-possession to her that made her seem fully her 30-some years, and sometimes it strained believability that to everyone she was just a little girl. Not so with this actress. Season 2 Claudia does come across as being stuck in a state of arrested development -- her delight at joining the coven and willingness to submit to its rules and delude herself into belonging seems possible for her, and it would have seemed like an unbelievable shift and downgrade for Season 1 Claudia. In a way the casting change has fixed what would be a really weird characterization challenge for the show. i cant believe they gave a nod to the venus de milo AGAIN. fuckin forest gumping ass show come on get out of here with that. just not a variety of tv show silly stupidness that i find entertaining, it brings me out of it.

@chicago-geniza's suggestion that Anne Rice was a t boy faggotto is spot on though. That woman just GOT what gay male queerness and dysphoria are like both very well -- i dont want to hammer it on the head too much here but like, there's just a lot of talk about figuring out whether one is evil inherently and finding a correct underground Way to Do Things and satisfy one's desires through ritual and protocol versus choosing to live openly and messily and risking ruin that is actually pretty apt and actually like, subtle sometimes. which is funny for such a ridiculously unsubtle world and show. sometimes these actors make me wanna kill them with how ridiculous and gay they are, i still cant believe that such a thing gets made, honestly.

[ficnation]

Dead Girl Walkin'#2

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female! Reader

Warnings: sickness, usual the walking dead themes

Word count: 1k+

A/n: Let's get into those flashbacks! Hope you enjoy it!

Main Masterlist || Daryl Dixon Masterlist

PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Your sickness got worse. So much worse.

And you were all alone with it—until Daryl and Merle showed up.

At first, Daryl didn’t know why Merle bothered. He wasn’t the kind of guy to play nursemaid, and he sure as hell wasn’t the type to stick around when things got tough. But for some reason, he kept dragging Daryl back to that rundown trailer in the middle of nowhere, like it was just another stop on their endless list of bad decisions.

Being there for you was probably the best decision the two of them had ever made.

But it wasn’t.

And you let them in—not just into your house but into your life and heart.

Daryl didn’t get that either. You should’ve known better, should’ve realized they would only bring trouble and heartbreak. It never ended well with him and Merle around. Then again, Daryl figured you didn’t have much left to lose anyway.

You were getting worse by the day, skin paler than it had any right to be, bones jutting out where they hadn’t before. Every time he saw you, it was like looking at a ghost that hadn’t figured out it was dead yet.

And still, you smiled.

Even now, coughing up blood into a tissue, you grinned at them from your spot on the couch like it was just another Tuesday.

“At this point, the Grim Reaper must be scared of me,” you wheezed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Just doesn’t wanna show the fuck up.”

Merle let out one of those wild, barking laughs of his, shaking his head. “Shit, girl, I don’t blame him. You’re stubborn as hell.”

“Damn right.” You stretched, wincing, but you didn’t let it show too much. “I oughta start charging him rent if he’s just gonna keep circling and never really move in.”

Daryl didn’t laugh. He just stood there, arms crossed, watching you like you might disappear between one breath and the next.

Because you might.

Merle, either oblivious or just refusing to acknowledge reality, sprawled out in the recliner across from you, kicking his boots up on the coffee table. “So, what? You gonna outlive all of us just to spite that bony bastard?”

“That’s the plan.”

You and Merle grinned at each other like it was all some big joke.

Daryl didn’t think it was funny.

You were wrapped in that same old blanket you always had, the one with holes in it, the one you swore was perfectly fine even though Daryl had half a mind to steal it and replace it with something that wasn’t falling apart.

That night, when Merle was outside smoking and talking shit on the phone to some guy Daryl didn’t care about, he sat on the couch beside you. Not too close—just close enough to remind himself you were still here.

Your hands trembled when you reached for the glass of water on the coffee table. Daryl saw it before you could pretend otherwise and handed it to you instead.

You nodded in thanks, taking a slow sip before leaning your head back against the couch. “You’re quiet tonight.”

Daryl huffed, staring at a crack in the wall. “Ain’t got nothin’ to say.”

“Yeah, you do.”

He glanced at you, scowling. “No, I don’t.”

You smirked like you knew some big secret. “You get all quiet when you’re mad about something.”

Daryl looked away. He didn’t want to admit you were right. Didn’t want to admit that his heart skipped a beat because you noticed that little fact about him.

You sighed, running your fingers over the rim of the glass. “You don’t gotta be mad for me, y’know.”

He clenched his jaw. “Ain’t mad.”

You gave him a look, all sharp and knowing. “Bullshit.”

Daryl inhaled through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. His hands felt restless, like they should be doing something—fixing something, fighting something. But there wasn’t shit to fight. Nothing he could win anyway.

“I don’t like seein’ you like this.” The words came out rougher than he meant, but they were the truth.

You exhaled slowly. “I know.”

“Feels like…” He trailed off, frowning.

“Like what?”

Daryl shook his head, restless energy thrumming under his skin. “Like you’re just sittin’ here waitin’ to die.”

You didn’t look surprised by that. Maybe you’d already thought the same thing yourself. Maybe you’d been thinking it longer than he had.

After a long pause, you said, “I don’t think I’m waiting to die. I think I’m just trying to live while I still can.”

Daryl swallowed hard, shifting in his seat. “That ain’t much better.”

You shrugged. “It’s all I got.”

And maybe that was what pissed him off the most.

That you’d accepted it. That you weren’t fighting. That you were making jokes about the damn Grim Reaper instead of doing something.

He knew it wasn’t fair. Knew this wasn’t something you could punch your way out of. But that didn’t stop the anger from curling hot and sharp in his chest.

Didn’t stop him from wanting to do something.

You must’ve seen it written all over his face because you sighed and nudged his arm with your knee. “C’mere, Dixon.”

He frowned. “For what?”

You patted the couch beside you. “Just come here.”

Daryl hesitated, then shifted closer. You tugged the edge of your blanket over his lap and leaned your head against his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Daryl froze, shoulders tense. “The hell you doin’?”

“Relax, would you?” You sighed, closing your eyes. “You feel like a damn rock.”

He let out a breath through his nose but didn’t move away.

“You ever just let yourself be still?” you murmured.

He didn’t answer.

You hummed, like you already knew. “You should try it sometime.”

Daryl stayed stiff for a long moment before slowly letting himself relax.

Just a little.

Your breathing was steady, soft—like maybe, for the first time in a while, you weren’t in pain. Like his presence was better than any painkiller you’d ever taken.

And for the first time in a while, Daryl let himself believe—for just a second—that maybe you’d still be here tomorrow.

If not for yourself, then for him.

[campingwiththecharmings]

Good Neighbors (7)

PART 6

AN: Hello lovely people. I'm so unbelievably sorry that this took OVER A YEAR to get out. Ugh. I'm so annoyed with myself. If you're still here, thank you so much for sticking with me, I know I've been pretty MIA recently. That being said, without further ado, here is the seventh smutlet in a series set after the events of Night Moves. I hope it's worth the wait lol.

Why should you care if Santi had someone over? What’s it matter that it was (apparently) an attractive woman? It doesn’t, it shouldn’t. You and Santi are just friends. Sure, you get naked together sometimes but there’s nothing else there, he doesn’t owe you anything, he’s not yours— And you’re not his.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 2,077 (can i still call them 'smutlets' if they're the length of a normal fic lmao) Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: pwp, kissing, ~*feelings*~ (ugh), a dash of angst, jealousy, neighbors with benefits AO3

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You can’t sleep, and much like all those months ago, it’s your stupid neighbor’s fault.

Your stupidly gorgeous, funny, sweet, wonderful neighbor, Santiago Garcia.

Sadly, the issue this time is not him playing his music too loud in the middle of the night. No. Instead the issue is something that shouldn’t even be an issue.

Ugh. How did you even get here?

Right. 3A. Yeah, this was all that bitch’s fault. If she’d just kept what she’d seen to herself, you’d be sleeping like a baby right now. But no, she’d had to go and open her big, fat mouth.

Why should you careif Santi had someone over? What’s it matter that it was (apparently) an attractive woman? It doesn’t, it shouldn’t. You and Santi are just friends. Sure, you get naked together sometimes but there’s nothing else there, he doesn’t owe you anything, he’s not yours—

And you’re not his.

A weight settles on your chest at the thought and you sigh. You turn on your side, looking at the clock on your bedside table; the glaring, red numbers feel like they’re burning a hole into your retinas. 

Almost 3 a.m. Just like the night you first met.

The longer you think about it, the worse you feel—was he fucking her too? Are you just one in a long line of women he has at his beck and call? Did you even mean anything to him or were you just the most convenient? 

Stop it, you tell yourself, you have no right to be jealous. Enough.

You scoff after a moment, shaking your head at your own thoughts. Jealous? Please, you weren’t jealous. That’d be stupid, right? Completely and utterly ridiculous.

You will yourself to sleep, closing your eyes and trying every technique you know to try and clear your mind.

After ten minutes, you throw your covers off with a frustrated groan and sit up, legs hanging off the side of your bed.

If there’s any hope of you getting any sleep tonight, you have to talk to him.

You shuffle quickly through your living room, out the front door, and into the hall. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you knock on his door, the sound echoing loudly down the empty hall. For a moment, you pray that he doesn’t answer, that he’s already fast asleep but you’re realistic enough to know that’s probably not what’s going to happen. You hear the drag and click of the door being unlocked and you tense slightly as it slowly swings inward.

Santiago squints out into the hall, a soft smile spreading on his lips when he sees it’s you. 

“Evening, hermosa,” he rasps, running a hand over his face. “Or, I guess I should say morning.”

“I can’t sleep,” you blurt, wincing slightly as you briefly avert your gaze. “Can we talk?”

You watch as his face shifts, his brow furrowing, head cocked slightly to the left as the smile melts away. He nods, stepping back to give you enough room to come in.

Your eyes sweep the room as you step over the threshold, searching for someone you know isn’t there (not anymore, anyway). He wouldn’t have let you in if she was.

“Everything okay?” he asks, gently touching your shoulder.

You don’t answer him right away, unsure how to even broach this topic. Santi doesn’t owe you anything, not even an explanation, really. He’s never made you any promises, never said you were the only one he was messing around with…never said he loves you.

Something sharp lodges in your chest at the thought and you close your eyes, breathing slowly in an effort to quell the panic rising in your throat.

He says your name, his voice soft, and the sharpness in your chest turns to an ache, an ache you’ve become all too familiar with recently. You push the feeling away, trying to focus on why you’d come here. 

The other woman. Right.

With a steadying breath, you turn to him, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.

“I heard you had a visitor today,” you say nonchalantly, as if this is a completely normal conversation to be having in the middle of the night.

His brow furrows again, this time in confusion. “A visitor?”

You nod in response, your jaw tight. For a moment he just stares at you, waiting for you to elaborate, but then his eyes light in realization. 

“Are you talking about Ana?”

You avert your gaze to the floor, the sharpness in your chest returning. Then a warm, low chuckle reaches your ears, the sound making your insides melt. God, do you love his laugh.

He steps closer, his fingers brushing against the underside of your chin, trying to return your eyes to his; the gentleness of his touch makes your chest ache.

“She’s just a friend, hermosa,” he explains, his voice low and soft.

Unfortunately, his words do nothing to alleviate your concerns.

“‘Just a friend’ like me?” you ask, your voice breaking despite the control you’re fighting so hard to maintain over yourself.

His eyes soften and a piece of you crumbles inside. You watch as his jaw clenches, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, holding you in place so you can’t look away from him again.

“No,” he whispers, shaking his head slightly, “Not like you.”

He holds your gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It makes your heart skip, your lips parting slightly at the insinuation. You want to believe it, want to believe that this thing between you is more than just sex, more even than friendship. You want to believe it, so you do…if only for tonight.

He must see whatever he’s searching for in your eyes because suddenly he’s kissing you, his lips gentle but sure as he pours everything he is and feels into it, into you. It’s different from the other times somehow, more intense, more serious, as though he’s trying to prove something. You cling to him, fingers twisting in his shirt as he slips his tongue between your lips. He steps closer, his left hand sliding down your neck and torso to settle on your hip. You sigh at the press of his body against yours, warm and solid, familiar. 

Without breaking the kiss, Santi guides you backwards, slowly steering you both in the direction of his couch. You pause when the backs of your knees touch the soft, cool leather, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him again. You slide your hands down his chest, slipping them beneath the hem of his shirt to his warm, soft skin. The coolness of your fingers makes him jump a little in surprise and you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips. He smiles back, you can feel it as he kisses you, as he angles your head and licks into your mouth again, and it makes that now ever-present ache in your chest throb. 

When you finally part, it’s for air, your foreheads pressed together as you pant, trying to catch your breaths. He’s too far, you think. You want—no you need—to have him closer, need to feel his skin against yours, need his lips, his eyes, his hands, his everything. You need him. 

Your fingers toy with the hem of his shirt before slowly pushing it up his torso and then pulling it over his head. Santi’s eyes are glued to you, like he’s afraid to look away, afraid you’ll disappear if he does. You lean in, pressing a kiss against the hollow of his throat. Santi inhales shakily as you explore, slowly kissing a line down to his chest. He hisses when you flick your tongue over his nipples, his fingers clenching at your hip.

You wish you could live here, in this moment, this moment where there’s nothing else but you and him together. 

After a moment, he pulls you back, pulls your mouth back to his, humming contentedly when you reconnect, as if you’ve been parted for years instead of just a few seconds. Santiago’s hands slip beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms and panties, the warm, rough pads of his fingers scratching delightfully against your skin. Slowly, he pushes them down, dragging the fabric over your ass and hips before letting them fall at your feet. Unimpeded by your clothing, he cups your backside, gently kneading your cheeks with his strong fingers as he pulls your body against his.

Slowly, you undress each other, hands lingering, reverently caressing every inch of skin revealed. Once you’re bared to each other, Santi lays you down against the cushions of his couch. The cool leather makes you shiver, goosebumps breaking out and spreading over your body. He watches you for a moment, his eyes somewhat unreadable in the darkness of the room. You can feel his gaze on you, as he drags it slowly down your body, as if committing every bit of you to memory. Before you can say anything, he leans in, reclaiming your mouth as he situates his body over yours. 

He’s so warm, the weight of him comforting, familiar, as he settles between your legs. You moan softly as his hard cock brushes against your core, the sound muffled by his mouth on yours. He groans, slowly grinding against you, each brush of him sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. It feels like you’re on fire, like you’re about to burn up from the inside out. You need him, need him to fill you, to consume you. He seems to sense your need, shifting so the head of his cock is pressed against your entrance.

He breaks your kiss as he sinks inside you, his swollen lips parting in a silent groan as your body welcomes him home. For a moment, he doesn’t move, content just to bask in the warmth of you. He finds your lips again, his kiss languid and deep, as if he can’t get enough of you, as if he wants to swallow you whole. When he finally starts to move, it’s slow, his thrusts shallow but no less pleasurable. He keeps kissing you, stealing your breath, his hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, stoking the fire inside you. The moment feels endless, a blur of hands and lips and breathy moans. 

There’s something different about this time, something different in the air, in the energy between you both. Perhaps it's the pace, your usual frantic neediness traded for something so unhurried, yet still so passionate. It feels unreal, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. It feels like love, though, you know it isn’t. 

It’s easy to forget, though, consumed by him as you are. He’s everything, he’s everywhere, all you can see, all you can feel, hear, smell, taste—

You shake as the tension twists in your gut, breathy moans escaping you with every push of his hips. He’s no better, jaw slack, eyes blown wide and dark, looking almost drunk as he so easily unravels you bit by bit. You’re so close, feeling as though you’ve been on the precipice for ages, ready to tumble over with the slightest nudge. He keeps you there, the steady push and pull of his hips drawing out your pleasure. Briefly you wonder if it’s possible to die from this, because you feel like you might. There are worse ways to go, you suppose.

Something in his eyes shifts as he moves over you, as if he’s made some important decision. He leans in, claiming your mouth once more, his kiss deep and filled with so much longing it takes your breath away. He finds your hands, splayed limply beside you on the couch, his fingers lacing with yours. He’s done it before, but somehow now it feels different, like it means more. You tell yourself you’re reading too much into it, into everything—he doesn’t feel the way you want him to, he doesn’t love you.

Your hands are still clasped when you come, his fingers gripping yours like a vice. He presses his forehead to yours as the euphoria washes over you like a tidal wave, the warmth of his breath gliding pleasantly over your skin. Then he kisses you, so gentle and sweet it makes your heart ache in your chest.

You know it’s not love, but maybe, just this once, it’s okay to pretend.

So you do.

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