#i just wanna have a dinner with him and talk

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: yandere, controlling behavior, coercive control, infantilization, extreme patronization, gaslighting, manipulation, food pusher, forced eating 

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about overcaring boyfriend…

You know, he’s always asking if you’ve eaten today, if you’ve drunk enough water, if you’re wearing enough layers. Typical boyfriend stuff. Only it’s not. No, far from it.

Because he does so by telling you off. Pulling a sweater over your little party dress to conceal you. It’s cold outside, he’ll say, kissing your forehead with a smile—he wouldn’t want you getting the sniffles. And besides, you can undress for him when the two of you’re alone—there’s no need to do it in front of the world.

Scolding you for getting too drunk even when you’re just tipsy. Shaking his head and clicking his tongue at you, urging you to drink water as if it’s your first time touching alcohol. Staying sober himself so that he can take care of you—somebody’s going to have to drive you home at the end of the night, or who knows where you’ll end up! 

Telling you that you’re flirting too much, causing all the guys to stare at you even when you’ve only been talking to your girlfriends. Purposefully getting into a fight with you so that he can excuse you both, apologizing to everyone for what a difficult drunk you are—making you so embarrassed and ashamed you end up following him to the car with your tail tucked between your legs—also because he keeps your phone and purse on him, for safekeeping of course, so you don’t forget or lose them somehow.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumble under your breath. 

He sighs, standing behind you, leaning his hands against the back of the chair you’re seated in. “You say that, but I can’t trust you, can I?”

His head drops to your shoulder, cheek to cheek, hugging you from behind while his arms slip down your chest, feeling your ribs with a curious and clinical touch.

“I know you’re body better than anyone and I can tell you’ve been skipping meals.”

You shake your head. “I haven’t.” It’s the truth—you really haven’t. It’s normal for bodies to change a little every now and again. But it’s not as if he’d ever accept that as an excuse.

“I don’t want to argue,” is all he says. “Now, be a good girl and eat your cake.”

If it were a piece of cake, you’d have gotten it well over with already. But the platter placed in front of you was enough to feed an entire dinner party. Pink and triple-stacked with mountains of decorative buttercream frosting—god only knows what else is inside.

“I’m not eating an entire cake.” That would be ridiculous. Anyone would agree. But not him. No, you know how serious he is.

“You wouldn’t have to if you just ate when I told you earlier.” 

He speaks softly, in a manner as if it isn’t even your fault to begin with but his own. He’s in charge, after all. All he’s accusing you of is being a handful.

“But here we are…”

He grabs the spoon he’d laid out—no, not a cake fork or a teaspoon, but a tablespoon—and proceeds to gather one big mouthful for you. 

“One drunken, starved girlfriend and one tired, concerned boyfriend.”

You shake your head and seal your lips as he brings the portion up to your mouth.

“If I eat all that, I’m gonna be sick. I just wanna go to bed–” you plead, but he cuts you off.

“It’d be better for you to get sick now instead of tomorrow.” His other hand takes your chin soft but strictly, holding you firmly in place. “Come on now, say ah.”

You’re crying by the end of it. Throat sore and belly overfull, feeling nauseous beyond belief.

“Last bite,” he says, and you no longer have the strength to refuse, even when you doubt there’s any room left to spare. You force it down, and he praises you for it with a kiss on your frosting-smeared cheek. “Good job.”

Between the cake, the alcohol, and his coddling, of course, you feel sick to your stomach.

“What a mess…” he drawls while he holds your hair back from the toilet bowl. 

You feel filthy, sitting on the bathroom tiles between his legs as he rubs your back and coos. 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute, or who knows who’d bother taking care of you—honestly, you’re worse than a baby sometimes. Utterly hopeless.”

He kisses your exposed nape. You swear you feel him smile.

“I’m just kidding. I’ll always take care of you no matter what.”

You hurl again—nothing but pink cream and sprinkles coming out.

“Even if you had no legs and no arms. Even if you were blind and deaf and mute, I’d still be here.” You shudder while he vows. 

You know he means it, too. Suppose that’s a little romantic. It’s just you can’t shake the feeling that he’d prefer for you to be that way.

“You feeling any better?” he asks.

You nod your head.

“Good. Then let’s get you to bed.”

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[luveline]

you know what ive been thinking about? boy dad spencer reid. everyone talks about girl dad spence but boy dad spencer?? watching him play sports and having literally no clue what's going on, or dressing him up like a little old man or playing dinosaurs with him and teaching him magic </3 my little heart can't take it

dad!spencer beloved +fem!reader

“Hi, Jude.” 

Jude sizes you up. 

“Want a cuddle?” you whisper. 

The little boy gives a shy smile, falling into your arms as you open them.

Jude is great at hiding but you’re better at finding, no matter where he is. Spencer calls it your ‘Jude tingle’. Despite the dumb name, he’s always grateful you’ve found his toddler, saving Jude from a lifetime in the Trader Joe’s freezer aisle or an abrupt sleepover at Aunt Emily’s apartment. Today, you’ve protected him from the spiders in the Reid backyard. 

”What did daddy say about hiding?” you ask softly. 

Jude sighs against your neck, close to tears at even a whisper of a scolding. “To tell daddy, and we would hide together.” 

“Yeah, you can hide together. Why didn’t you wanna tell dad today? You could’ve told me if you wanted.” Jude sniffles. You trace a short line down his back. “Good thing I always know where to find my favourite boy, huh? You can’t hide from me, Jude, I love you too much. I follow the hearts until I find you.” 

“That’s not true,” he grumbles. 

“Oh yes it is. I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” he says. Just a couple of months ago he could barely say love, but he can show it, and he does today by pressing a wet little kiss to your cheek. 

“Daddy’s still looking for you,” you whisper. 

“Hide me?” 

“I don’t think I should. I bet daddy’s about to get upset. Should we go find him?” 

Jude pulls away. You push his glasses up his sloped nose, forcing him to blink as he readjusts to the world again. Jude Reid, in all his baby-faced sweetness, couldn’t look more like his dad. He has Spencer’s eyes, and his cheeks, though Jude doesn’t have the sharp jaw or cheekbones, just puppy fat. You dot a kiss on one soft cheek and stand, offering down a hand to keep Jude tethered, lest you lose him before you find his dad. 

“Is he mangry with me?” 

“Dad’s not mad or angry, just upset.”

“He’s crying?” Jude asks, shocked. 

“No, he’s not crying! He doesn’t like not knowing where you are, that’s all. No, daddy’s not upset like that.” 

“Can you make him… can you…” 

“I can make him feel better,” you promise. 

Jude wriggles his fingers in your hand. 

Spencer’s calling Jude’s name into the expanse of the back yard, attempting to sound cheerful but missing the mark quite severely. “Jude, it’s dinner time!” 

“Dad!” Jude calls back. 

Spencer sags like a popped balloon, trudging over to you both by the patio doors. 

“I don’t know why we bother splitting up,” Spencer says, bending down to swoop Jude into his arms, thrusting him up into the air quickly to make him laugh. “Y/N always finds you!” 

“You’re not sad?” 

Spencer shakes his head. “I’m ecstatic! Because you’re back! And you’re safe and sound!” 

Jude gets guilty and tries to slip into the curve of Spencer’s neck, promising he won’t hide again so long as dad doesn’t cry. Spencer isn’t confused by the hiding anymore, Jude’s paediatrician thinks it’s a reaction to overstimulation, but he goes soft like warm butter whenever Jude’s upset. “I won’t cry, Jude… it’s okay. I’m not upset…” 

Spencer gives him a kiss on the ear and lifts his head back to you. “Okay?” you ask softly, not speaking to one of them in particular. 

“I think Jude’s hungry.” 

“I don’t want milk,” he denies. 

“For dinner,” Spencer agrees. “I think we should have something filling. How about chilli and rice?” 

“No beans?” Jude asks seriously. 

“No beans. I’ll make garlic bread or something too. How does that sound?” 

He speaks so gently you don’t know he’s talking to you until he’s nudging you. 

“Oh, anything you’re making,” you say. 

You’re sure he’s gonna kiss you, though he hasn’t before, but sometimes he’ll work up the courage to kiss your cheek or hold you by the back of the neck, moments of wild intimacy that make you dizzy. He shifts Jude against his chest and dips his nose into wind-brushed curls. “Stop hiding,” he says. 

“Sorry,” Jude sarcs, unexpectedly cheeky. It makes Spencer laugh like a kid, which makes Jude giggle, and for a second you can’t tell whose laugh is whose.

[ipushhimback]

my world

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: none word count: 1.2 k

summary: lando with a woman and 2 kids in the paddock?

Lando has always been a private person. Of course, he occasionally posted a vlog, showed clips of his golfing, streamed, or just showed some racing related stuff.

What no one of the fans knew was, that after every single race there is his family waiting for him. They nearly found out when Lando streamed and their daughter decided that it was the perfect moment to throw a tantrum because she didn’t want to eat her dinner as it was ‘the wrong shape’.

But now that Livy was three and understood what her dad does for a living she really wanted to watch a race so Y/N and Lando had agreed to take her to the Monaco Grand Prix. It was near their home so if anything became to much for the kids, Y/N could just take them home and they would watch the rest of the race from their balcony.

So today you were dressed in a simple baggy jeans, that weren’t so baggy anymore when you compare them to Charles’, and a papaya colored shirt, though no one could see the ‘LN4’ printed on it because of the wraparound baby carrier in which the one month old Aiden was sleeping peacefully.

Livy was wearing a cute white dress with tiny orange flowers printed on it. She was holding Lando’s hand and happily walking through the paddock as if she had done it a million times before.

“I’ll just introduce you to Oscar real quick. Lily isn’t here today so if you want to go to another garage to talk to someone other than the mechanics you can just do that, ok?”, Lando asked as he looked at you with a wide smile that let you know he was happy for you to be here today.

“I know, Lan. You’ve told me that ten times already”, you said leaving forward and pressing a kiss on his lips.

“I know, baby, Just making sure”, your husband said, still smiling.

“Daddy? Why are there no cars?”, Livy said as she looked up at Lando, looking completely confused. Her dad picked her up.

“They are in the garages, baby girl. You will see them later, ok?”

Livia scrunched her nose in disappointment.

“Hm. Wanna see cars now.”

“I know. Oh! There is Oscar! Hey, Osc. How’re you doing?”, Lando asked casually.

You couldn’t help but see how confused the Australian looked.

“Uhm… good? Who… is that?”, Oscar asked while he tried to be polite but he looked absolutely puzzled.

“That is my family. Surprise, I guess. Y/N, my wife. Livy, my daughter. And the little one is Aiden, our baby boy. Sorry I didn’t tell you about them but I really didn’t want the kids to be in the media so much already.”

What Lando didn’t know was that the whole internet was already going wild.

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f1gossip Lando Norris seen at the paddock with a woman and kids. Does he have a new girlfriend?

username1 omg. lando is dating a single mom??

username2 pretty sure she is a gold digger…

username3 did she baby trap lando…?

username4 please tell me lando isn’t going to retire now bc he feels like he has to take care of those kids…

username5 pretty sure she only wants his money…

username6 guys do your research. she is Y/N L/N… ceo of some company and literally richer than lando…

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Livy in the meanwhile was mesmerized.

“Oscy has pretty hair”, she whispered into her dad’s ear though it was so loud that Oscar heard it and started laughing which made Livia all shy.

“Thank you, little one”, he said while he was still laughing which made Liv hide her face in Lando’s neck who just bounced her a little and laughed.

“She is a little shy. Sorry, mate”, he said to his teammate.

“All good. And this is Aiden? He is super cute”, Oscar said while looking at Aiden who was peacefully sleeping.

“Yes. That’s our little one. He was super mad today when I woke him up to get him dressed though so he is mostly sleeping now”, you said smiling at your little baby boy who sighed in his sleep.

Oscar smiled while looking at the newborn and you started wondering if he will ever also have a kid with Lily.

“Daddy. Wanna see the cars now. Please?”, Livia asked though she was immediately distracted when she saw Charles with his girlfriend Alex walking by. But these two weren’t the ones who got Liv’s attention. It was Leo who was running after the couple on a leash.

“DADDY! THERE IS A DOGGY!”, she explained and squirmed in her dad’s arms to make him put her down.

The second her feet touched the ground she started running over to Leo and plopped down on the ground next to the dachshund who immediately started licking her face.

“Livia Norris! You can’t just run off, did you hear me?”, Lando scolded his daughter. “There are many people and cars which can be dangerous. Mommy and I told you to always stay close to us.”

„Sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to but dog is cute, look!“, The toddler said while pointing at Leo. „What’s doggy‘s name?“, Liv asked Charles who was standing next to her.

„That’s Leo. He is cute, isn’t he?“, the Monegasque said to Liv while looking at his dog with a proud smile which made Livy nod enthusiastically.

Livia was now looking at Alex who was standing a bit behind Charles.

„You pretty“, she said looking at Alex‘ red dress and then looking back at Leo.

„Thank you sweetie! That’s very nice of you! But so do you. Such a pretty dress. Did you choose it yourself?“, Alex asked while crouching down to be on the same level as Liv.

„No. My mommy said I should wear it because it makes me look like a princess. But daddy said I wear it because the flowers are orange“, she answered shrugging nonchalantly.

Alex just nodded not knowing what to say now. But it didn’t really matter anyway as Liv already spotted Lewis and was immediately obsessed with his braids. She squealed and ran over to the ferrari driver.

„Your hair is so pretty! Did your mommy do that? My mommy always does my hair!“, the little girl said looking up at Lewis while Lando just groaned.

„She already loves half the grid more than me“, he said to you pretending to pout as he wraps an arm around your waist and walked over to Lewis and Livy while he pulled out his phone. „Oh wow the internet is calling you a gold digger now. Interesting“, he said rolling his eyes.

„Let them talk. They will find out who is paying for your golf trips soon enough“, you said chuckling.

But Lando really couldn’t just let them talk. You were his family and important to him.

lando My world (and just for the record she is not a gold digger)

username1 lando has been hiding a whole family for years???

username2 cant believe lando is dating her… he could do so much better

username3 the haters are always gonna hate…

username4 such a cute family they look so happy

username5 not liv loving half the grid more than lando…

a/n: y’all don’t know how long this took me even though it isn’t long or anything…

taglist: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicalivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 

[vershautece]

husband lu headcanons

self indulgent thoughts of how i think lu would take care of u kinda tradwife but also just him being so masculine and sexy and caring omg!!! NSFW and SFW

- he’d hold you in his arms whenever you’re upset, even when he’s working you’ll just climb onto his lap and you know not to disturb him but he’ll just let you sit there with your arms around his neck and he’s pressing soft kisses to your shoulders and your hair

- daydreaming about his arms and hands, how his hands would caress up and down your waist as you make out, and when you’re cuddling his arms would wrap so tight around you protectively; if he had one arm around your waist and his other hand caressing your cheek oh god

- brushing your hair out of your face and holding it back for you while you suck his cock, also cradling the side of your face in his hand

- cooing at you when you’re on his lap (or on his cock lol, but this thought is sfw) ‘you okay, beautiful?’ ‘c’mere, take deep breaths’ ‘i know you’re stressed, i know. rest on my lap’

- he’s such a good listener, holding you in his arms while you rant or open up to him: ‘yeah, baby? i know’ nodding at everything you say and giving you answers for everything

- making him food all the time, he’d come home and dinner would be on the table immediately for him :)

- he’d love coming up behind you whenever you’re doing something (usually when you’re baking or cooking) to grip your waist and ass, pecking your cheek and neck

- sometimes he’d fuck you way too hard, you asked for it because you were so horny but you end up struggling to walk afterwards, so he’d carry you everywhere bridal style and bathe with you the 2 days after until the aches are gone

- him being obsessed with the way your left hand wraps around his cock with the ring he bought you ;)

- sex allll the timeeee. your sex life has always been perfect, but after getting married it somehow got even better - you’re getting that dick every night on whatever surface in the house you want :) if he’s stressed or you’re stressed it’s even better, he’ll fuck the shit out of you to distract himself or calm you down

- morning sex on weekends, particularly on sundays when you both dedicate your time to a lazy morning together. you’d wake up late, cuddling and talking, then some slow, cosy sex before you both take a shower together, and then you make the two of you breakfast in your robe while he gets dressed :’)

- it’s not long after you get married that you get pregnant; i think his sister got pregnant like right after she got married so i think his mom would gently pressure u both after your wedding too, because his family are traditional and expect grandchildren - what she wouldn’t know though is that u guys are more than ready because lu has been telling you you’re having his children for about 2 years prior lol

and during pregnancy he’s giving you your usual princess treatment x100 - carrying you bridal style everywhere, laying with you whenever he can caressing your bump, buying all your pregnancy cravings even in the middle of the night, making love to you whenever you’re horny even if he’s exhausted or you wake him up from sleep, and he would shave for you when your belly gets too big that you can no longer reach :’)

^ i wanna do specific hcs for having kids with him so i won’t go into detail in this post

- his mom teaching you all his favorite italian meals so you can make them for him :’)

- when you have kids you have to be careful about when and where you have sex when they’re in the house, so sometimes you’ll be cleaning the kitchen or something while they’re upstairs and he’ll pull up your skirt or dress and fuck you right there, you have to mostly rely on quickies until they’re with their grandparents or godparents, but!!!!! shower sex is ur favorite thing together, because when your kids are asleep and the water’s so loud you can fuck for as long and as hard as you want :p

- omg also!! when your kids are asleep and you’re watching TV downstairs by the fireplace he’d fuck you so slowly on the couch under a blanket

- sucking his cock whenever you can tell he’s stressed, even if he doesn’t ask you can always tell what he wants and you’ll provide for him like the perfect wife you are !!!

- fixing his tie for him every morning and pulling him into you by his tie to kiss him

- vacation several times a year because we know lu loves to travel; he’d take all your pictures for you as your own personal photographer, you’d lounge under the sun together all day, then make love in your villa at night with the sound of the ocean outside your window :3

- he’s aaaalways playing with your fingers and kissing your hand, he does this in public a lot if you’re nervous or just if he wants to show u some affection :) he’d play with the ring on your finger and tell you you’re all his

- the things he’d say to you out of nowhere like while you’re cuddling or just coming up behind you to whisper in your ear: ‘look so pretty’ ‘my beautiful wife’ ‘baby, you’re all mine’

- whenever you get dressed up; ‘spin for me’ :3

- he’s always making you blush and giggle

- after you’ve been wearing heels all day he’ll take them off for you and massage and kiss your feet as you tell him about your day

- his family love you, and everyone knows you’re the most perfect couple :’) they talk about you both all the time

- he always has his arm around you, always holding your hand, fixing your makeup for you, holding your bags, everyone around you sees how he treats you like a princess

- thinking about in missionary how you’d push on his abdomen when it’s too much bc he’s so big and he’d almost cum instantly from looking down at your hand and seeing the rock he put on your finger >.<

- he’d keep note of everything, like he’d know when your makeup products are running out and he’d buy you new ones, he’d know your menstrual cycle and know exactly how you’re feeling throughout the month

- speaking of your cycle… he’d know when you’re ovulating and he’d treat you sooo well. that rough passionate sex during ovulation week, oh he’d give you everything you need 😊

- i didn’t wanna make this post too much about your children bc i wanna save it for another post but him scolding your kids in front of you omg while you’re cleaning the house or something and now you’re soaked hehe.. another thought is watching him coo and rock your babies to sleep and then get into bed with you and give it to you so good all night :D

- that post wedding sex…. and your honeymoon… all night long literally you were seeing stars by the end of the night

- he would be so so protective over you, his arm tight around your waist, giving you soft pecks on your neck while you’re speaking to men - he’s not the type for lots of pda, just enough to make you feel safe and secure with him

- the smell of his aftershave while he’s getting ready for the day and you’re sat in bed watching him pull up his boxers and >.< omg watching him shaveee in the mirror and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek

- he’d loooove pampering you in the bath or the shower, you’re his beautiful wife and he’ll do anything for you

- he’d read to you in bed when you need comforting, pulling you onto his lap and holding you by your waist, or laying down spooning you

- he’d buy you your fav glosses and lip balms without you asking because he’s obsessed with tasting the strawberry and watermelon flavor on your lips hehe

- him holding both you and his baby girl to his chest while you’re all asleep in bed or on the couch :’(

- gripping his bicep while you’re walking

- always sleeping naked or almost naked, he loves laying on your boobs <3

- so many sweet, slow evenings by the fireplace where he’s holding you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings to you and kissing your skin

so there are my thoughts oh i need to be married to him right now. 😔🩵

[cindol]

o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅ but daddy, i love him !

jjk x black fem reader

charas — gojo satoru, geto sugru, sukuna ryomen, yuki tsukumo, toji fushiguro,

𓈒 ♡̶ 𓂃 — when jjk men aren’t approved by your father.

𖧧 𓂃 ִֶָ — highschool au in all scenarios, fluff, crack, teenage pregnancy, drugging mentioned.,

geto suguru

a lot of people would think geto’s the best example of a guy who’s good for someone’s daughter. Perfect grades, star pupil of his class, the whole shabang but that was quite the opposite for your father when he officially met the man who won his babygirl’s heart at this dinner.

your mother was just all smiles, placing dessert peach cobbler on his plate but your father had a straight face with furrowed bushy black brows. Really geto tried everything in the book to impress your but he never smiled at any joke he made or accomplishment he mentioned.

once he came outside with your dad it was confirmed your father just didn’t like him.

“truth is boy, i just don’t like you, don’t want you or your loud mouthed ass friends around her or you around her.” saying that all while smoking a cigarette.

mentally, geto could sigh. Of course the one equation to this was gojo, always was. Geto put on a front, making a tight nit smile. “well, i guess i understand that sir.” he wasn’t looking to get into a argument with his girlfriend’s father. geto still never quit, because why would he over some salty dick trying to keep him from his pretty girlfriend?

at the dead of night you heard small dropping noises at your window. You were on your way to sleep after finishing homework at such a late time but that garnered your attention. You got up from your desk and walked to your window, when you looked down geto was there in all his glory, on a tall ladder in his infamous white t-shirt, baggy pants with his hair out of a bun.

you gasped at the sight of him. “g-geto?! what the hell are you doing here so late? it’s like, midnight!” talking in a hushed yelling whispering tone to not alert your parents.

geto just had that calm smile on his lips with relaxed hooded eyes. “well your father unfortunately has a large stick up his ass and commanded me not to see my girlfriend, so i’m here to kidnap you away.” he said, half joking.

you covered your mouth, but a small giggle came out at his words. “my dad will seriously have your ass if he knew you were here.”

“that’s why i’m taking you and then returning you righttt back. You wanna come with me don’t you?”

for a moment you looked around, mostly at your door since your parents room was right across from yours then back to geto to sigh. You couldn’t say no to him, never could since you met him.

you exhaled out a small breath. “i can’t say no to you. Just, let me get dolled up a little at least.”

he scoffed gripping your wrists making you squeak out a little grunt. “don’t need you to be all dolled up, just come with me in those cookie pajamas and afro puffs.”

once again you grouch, but decided to climb down the latter in your white shirt, black bonnet and black cookie patterned pajama pants.

gojo satoru

your father didn’t like cocky assholes. If it wasn’t for gojo’s witty humor and cockiness he would actually accept him as your boyfriend since he saw gojo as a good money bag.

now for gojo he didn’t care if your father seethed him and grounded you not to see him. In gojo’s eyes he loved his girlfriend and a bitter old guy wouldn’t stop him from loving you.

when you saw a man in all black climbing through your window your immediate instinct was to run over to the window and scream while hitting the body that was halfway through it with your pillow.

you stopped once you heard that familiar “ouch ouch!” then stood with a pillow in one hand with your other hand on your hip. “gojo? what are you even doing here so late!”

he huffed, dusting himself off and ruffling his hair.”well now that my girlfriend isn’t beating me with a pillow i came to take you out for a romantic little date.”

a smile formed on the corner of your lips, turning into a grin on your two tones brown lips, mostly at the romantic date aspect. “this late at night? How romantic of you, satoru.” you teased him, but it was cute for someone like gojo.

“what? old man don’t want you sneaking around goodie two shoes?” he bantered back at you.

“well he’s not even really inside, late shift at work till 2PM, so him finding out is out the window.”

gojo’s eyes were wide with shock. “so did i just like…. borrow geto’s latter for no reason?”

you giggled, nodding.

“well shit… let’s go out the front then. Makes my job as a boyfriend easier now!”

toji fushiguro

toji wasn’t the ideal boyfriend for a normal girlfriend, he knew that and your dad did. Your father tried with him, as much as he could try as a normal middle class dad until toji decided he didn’t wanna practice safe sex and impregnated his daughter. It made matters more complicated when you wanted to keep the baby too.

your father banished you from ever seeing toji but he didn’t know that a simple command didn’t sedate a pregnant sad girl, you went lengths to see your boyfriend, going far enough to drug the poor man your dad hired to watch you while he was out on a late shift.

toji was taken aback when he saw opened his front door to his pregnant girlfriend he hadn’t seen in six weeks, in pajamas and a purple bonnet. By the sulking look on her face he could tell you had been crying in your free lonesome time.

“shit… y/n? ya dad actually allowed you to see me?”

you shook your head. “he’s out on a shift so, i had to sedate the poor security guard’s he hired. Had to see you”

it wasn’t appropriate right now but toji smirked at that.”taught ya well huh? My girlfriend drugged her first man.” he joked. That got a dry laugh from you, despite your saddened expression.

there was a long silence till you spoke again. “i just…. need to see you, can’t take this loneliness in that damn house with that asshole i call my blood father. I don’t care if your mom is here either i just—”

he interrupted with you by bringing you into his arm. “you know she’s always fucking off somewhere at a bar again, now come and get inside, can’t have my pregnant girlfriend depressed alone.”

[chukys-mouthguard]

slim pickins

a boy who’s jacked and kind, can’t find his ass to save my life

featuring -> arber xhekaj x female reader

word count -> 1.1k

genre -> fluff, very mild mild angst

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You let out a sigh as you made your way up the stairs of your apartment complex, another night seemingly wasted on a guy who only took you to dinner to try and get in your pants afterwards. And while sure, it had been awhile since you’d slept with anyone, you weren’t solely looking for that. And sex on the first date was never a good start to a relationship in your eyes.

So now here you are, going home with your tail between your legs after another failed date. A bottle of wine calling your name once you took off your makeup and swapped your heels and uncomfortable bodysuit for an oversized T-shirt and reruns of Gossip Girl.

Fumbling with your keys as they got caught in the zipper of your bag, you let out a groan.

“Woah, tough night?”

Your neighbor Arber smiled at you as he came up the stairs, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he watched you struggling.

“Yes, Arber. Thank you for pointing out the obvious.”

With a huff, you finally got your keys untangled and unlocked the door of your unit. Heading inside you kicked off your heels and threw your bag on the counter, leather jacket flying across the room to land on the couch as you made a b-line for the fridge to get your hands on that bottle of wine.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You practically ripped the handle from your fridge as you jumped. Arber had a habit of lingering, and while you appreciate how he took interest in your life and when you were upset, he could do a better job at not scaring the crap out of you.

“Arber, seriously?! How many times do I have to tell you to knock or make your presence known a little less jumpscary?”

“Sorry.”

He laughed as he closed the door, taking off his own jacket and laying it over the back of a bar stool tucked under the kitchen island.

“So, what was this guy’s problem? Did he smell? Oh no, I got it. He likes to collect stamps.”

Shooting him a glare you returned the wine to the fridge after pouring two glasses, then sliding one to Arber.

“My grandpa collected stamps, relax. And no, didn’t smell. Simply just wanted in my pants, like all the other guys out there.”

Arber found himself a spot on your couch while you quickly went to change, opting for an oversized shirt and shorts now that you had company. Sure Arber had accidentally seen you in nothing but a t-shirt the few times he’d come barging in without warning, but you didn’t willingly want to give him anything to get wide eyed over.

“Hey now, not all guys want in your pants, you just must have really shitty luck with the ones you find.”

You rolled your eyes as you found a spot adjacent to him on the couch, taking a healthy sip of your wine.

“I just. I don’t know, I like to think I’m a catch. Like any guy would be lucky to find me. But it just feels like I’m never good enough, and I always end up hurt and alone. Maybe I’m just meant to be a single cat lady in this life.”

Though you were somewhat joking about the forever alone comment, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe there was some truth to it. Trying not to let the wine get you in your feelings, especially in front of Arber. Though you’d grown close, you didn’t feel like your relationship was on the level of crying while wine tipsy just yet.

“Y/n, stop with the pity party, you know none of that is true.”

“But what if it is? I mean, you said it yourself I suck at picking guys. Why don’t I deserve to find a guy that will listen, that wants to be around me, that likes me for me! Not just for the opportunity to get in my pants at the end of the night. Why can’t I find a guy like that? One who is kind, funny, can deal with my sarcasm and silliness and dish it right back. Why is that too much for me to ask for?”

Arber sighed as he set down his wine glass, sitting up on the couch as he pondered how to say what was on his mind. Not wanting to come across mean, but he felt that maybe some tough love was what you needed.

“You know what your problem is y/n? You’re oblivious!”

His words came out a bit harsher than he’d wanted, but the few drinks he’d had at the bar earlier mixed with the glass of wine had him feeling a bit relaxed and comfortable speaking his mind to you.

“Excuse me?”

He paced the floor as he let out a slight laugh, running a hand through his hair while you sat up confused.

“You’re so fucking busy looking for Mr. Perfect who checks all your boxes, that you fail to see a good guy when they are staring you in the face. You’re too hung up on the apps, face buried in your phone as you swipe left and right, that you fail to realize that maybe what you’ve been looking for, has been right in front of you. But don’t worry, message received loud and clear. Sorry I don’t want to sit around and hear you complain about your shitty luck with guys and how no one sticks around, when I’ve been here the whole fucking time. Goodnight y/n.”

With a slam of your door he was gone, and you couldn’t have felt like a bigger idiot. Of course, it was clear as day.

Arber.

Every time you’d come home crying because of a shitty date, or embarrassed because of the guy being a total weirdo, and every other story inbetween. Arber was always there. A glass of wine and a handful of jokes to make you feel better. To pick you back up and get you feeling confident in yourself again. To help you feel like there was still hope of finding someone. But little did you know they were just across the hall this whole time.

“Y/n you fucking idiot.”

Setting down your glass you quickly made your way across the hall. Hesitating as you pondered whether Arber would even open the door for you. But as you faintly knocked three times, you heard the lock click, and he soon appeared from behind the frame.

“Hi, I’m not sure if we’ve met? I’m y/n, and, I know this is random and possibly extremely forward of me. But I had a shitty first date tonight, and I’ve got a bottle of wine calling my name but I figured some company might be nice? Would you like to join me for a glass?”

A soft smile appeared on Arber’s lips as he accepted your hand in a shake, stepping out into the hall before closing the door behind him.

“Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Arber. And I’d love to join you.”

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Nights of Drinks and Jealousy - Austin Butler

summary: a night out and a couple of drinks with your friends turn into quite an evening ; austin's jealousy saves the day

It was one of the usual nights with your friends - people that you and Austin mutually clicked with. Some were Austin's colleagues he introduced you to and others were people you had known for a while - it was a good mix of both of your worlds. You were keen on staying in touch with the people you cared about, despite of both of your hectic schedules. Austin was always in between sets and you were in between pages and ink, writing as the inspirational wave hit you.

The restaurant was casual, nothing too fancy, yet you were still in the more secluded area for privacy reasons. Austin let you slide in the booth first, chuckling at a joke Florence made, and then took a seat beside you. Callum sat opposite to your boyfriend and Florence opposite to you, though one person was missing.

"Alex not gonna make it tonight?", you asked, your eyes darting between the group. Florence shrugged and Callum frowned, pulling his phone out.

"He said he'd be there.", he mentioned and started scrolling on his phone. Just as Callum was about to call him, the man made an appearance.

Alex was panting as he reached your table, making you wonder if he had been running to get there. Everyone greeted him with glee, for he was the most vivacious of the group, and then he took a seat beside Callum.

"Traffic was a bitch, let me tell ya.", he said, shrugging off his jacket. Callum elbowed him and winked in your direction.

"Y/N was worried you wouldn't show up.", his tone dripped with irony and you couldn't help but laugh and roll your eyes. Austin shifted in his seat and reached for his glass of water, saying nothing as he quietly observed.

"Well, I wouldn't have complained.", Florence started, happily grasping her glass of wine. "More drinks for us."

"Y/N worried about me? Well, that's nice.", there was something about his smile that set you off a little and then a faint blush made its way on his cheeks. Maybe you could be mistaken, for the dim lights liked to play these sorts of tricks.

Your chest tightened as your hand automatically reached for Austin's under the table. He immediately reacted, giving it a squeeze, and the invisible wall he had built around himself for the past minutes had now just shattered.

"I, uh, I thought you were gonna show up with Alyssa.", you changed the topic and reached for your own water, your other hand still in Austin's hold.

Alex tensed and cleared his throat, raising his hand for the bartender. You exchanged a look with Florence, who was equally as confused as you were.

"A whiskey, please.", his tone was sharp, Callum turning sideways to get a better look at him.

"You okay, man? You usually start drinking after dinner. You know what they say about drinking on an empty stomach.", Cal tried to make a little joke about that, but the tension casted on the table was palpable. You let out a shaky breath as you felt something unusual set on your chest - the feeling that tonight wasn't going to be a good night.

Alex spoke only after he was served his drink, his head hung low as he swirled his whiskey. "Alyssa and I... We're divorcing."

You kept the gasp to yourself, Austin squeezing your hand. You were both in shock, since you were very good friends with Alyssa and had known her since before she met Alex. She was a sweet girl and they truly seemed great together.

"Alex... We're so sorry, my gosh, how are you doing?", Florence leaned over to look at him.

"We're there for you, man.", Austin said and reached forward to pat his friend's arm. "What happened? If you'd like to talk about it, of course.", he said carefully and Alex nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yeah, thanks guys. It's just... I didn't wanna tell anybody, because I thought we could fix this, you know?", his tone was almost unrecognizable as he kept his eyes low. What love can do to a man, you thought. "The only time the relationship felt alive was when we were fighting. For it to feel this way... It's not worth it. So we gave up."

You shuddered at his words, and as you emphasized with Alex, your thoughts made you wander to your and Austin's relationship. You realized you were lucky to have someone so genuine, funny, caring and loving by your side. Another squeeze and a subtle finger grazing the back of his hand were sent his way.

"It'll get better, man.", Callum wrapped an arm around his shoulder and waved at the bartender. "Let's get some drinks in you."

The drinks kept flowing and the booth was abandoned once dinner was over. You all found yourselves at the bar, you leaning against the counter and Austin caging you with his arms. You laughed at his curls brushing your cheeks as he leaned down to your ear.

"I'm gonna go with Cal for a quick smoke, alright?", your hands found home on the nape of his neck, brushing the little hair you loved so much. You nodded in silence, totally mesmerized by the beauty of the man. Austin noticed your absence and brushed your nose with his. "You sure, you don't wanna come with, baby?"

You shook your head and placed a kiss on his lips. "I gotta stick to at least one New Year's resolution, Aus.", you weren't particularly addicted, but you always smoked when somebody else did. Being friends with Callum did a number on you cigarettes wise.

Austin nodded and kissed you, pulling back to look at you with a smile. "My best girl. You stick to the resolutions, baby. I admire you for that.", you rolled your eyes, though the smile painted on your lips was inevitable. "I'll be back in ten."

You watched Austin leave with Callum and Florence immediately appeared by your side.

"You know, you two are disgustingly sweet it's actually adorable.", she said, scoffing and grabbed a drink from the counter.

You laughed a little and shook your head. "What can I say? I love the man.", your hand found your fizzy drink with ease as conversation between you and Florence flowed.

Florence was in the midst of telling a captivating story when you felt an unfamiliar touch on your shoulder. You immediately froze and glanced sideways, partly relaxing at the sight of Alex. He laughed randomly, his breath hitting your nose and his arm sliding further.

You cleared your throat and tried to slip away from his touch. By that point, even Florence stopped talking, her eyes stuck on his arm around your shoulder and the visible discomfort in your face.

"What are you doing?", she asked calmly, sensing your struggle to speak up. Alex laughed again and squeezed you.

"Alright.", you said quietly, now fed up with his nonsense. "You're drunk and I'm with Austin.", you turned his way and cringed when you had to put your hands on him to push him away.

Alex frowned, tightening his grip on you. "You ain't complaining when it's Turner hugging you."

You tried to push him off once again. "He's my best friend!", your eyes darted on Florence, who was looking through her purse. "Flo, please call Austin."

"I was already on it.", she said and pulled out her cellphone, her eyes dead-set on Alex. 

Alex shook his head and took a step forward. "You little—"

"I dare you to finish that sentence, you son of a bitch.", Alex's hand was ripped off of you, forcing you to look to your side. Callum pushed him back and Austin had his hand clenched in a fist. You knew that the situation was only moments away from unfolding into a disaster.

Florence gently grasped your arm and pulled you in her direction. You were still in a haze of confusion and disappointment. You were more upset over not succeeding in pushing Alex away than him putting his hands on you.

The next minutes were a blur - you were all escorted out of the restaurant through a backdoor, Callum taking a cab with Alex and Florence hugging both you and Austin goodnight. Only when you watched Florence's car drive away, you were able to let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

Austin's arm was securely curled around your waist - his familiarity, his touch and smell grounding you.

"It's over now, baby.", he placed a kiss on your temple, his hold tightening on you. "Should've never left you by yourself, I'm sorry."

Your gaze rose to meet his eyes, eyes that were tormented by what had unfolded half an hour ago. "Florence was with me...", you said in a low tone. "He was drunk and obviously going through—"

Austin shook his head and cut you off immediately. "That is absolutely no excuse to his actions, Y/N. I don't give a fuck if his dog died or if his wife left him. There is no excuse to put his disgusting hands on you.", his words held confidence and rage, and if you weren't so bothered by what had happened you would've found him so hot right now. 

His vein visibly popping in his neck, his hands jealously gripping your body and his eyes that were so blue and wild.

You cleared your throat and looked down in embarrassment, your thoughts getting in the way.

"Thanks, honey.", you looked up once again, finding love in those waves of blue. "Don't know what I would've done without you.", you said honestly as your hand curled around his waist in comfort.

Austin pecked your lips and that was when you decided to start walking towards your car. He opened your door like a real gentleman and you smiled at him. Though before he closed the door, he stopped in trance and looked at you, a mix of amusement and seriousness flickering over his features.

"Don't think I haven't noticed that look in your eyes, missy."

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♡ Stretch - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/buttergriffin332

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The moon was high in the sky, the stars twinkling and bright. The cold night air granted a nice breeze through the neighborhood, sending little chills into open windows and to those who happened to be up at this ungodly hour. A pleasant night to be curled up in bed, sleeping away to begin the next day. 

You were one of the many tucked away under the covers and pleasantly asleep. You’d have stayed asleep if not for the subtle chiming of your phone, the screen flashing on and shining right in your face. It seemed you had forgotten to put it on do not disturb mode. So you were roused from your slumber as you blindly reached for your phone. You moved to turn it off, but just barely caught who the notification was from. 

It was from Stretch.

‘Lemme in ;3’

You squinted in confusion at the text and watched as a second one arrived.

‘Hi :D’ 

“Wha…” You grumbled sleepily.

“Hi.” 

You yelped and jolted in your bed, sitting straight up as you gawked at the skeleton lazily peering through the window you left open last night. He just grinned as if he hadn’t just roused you from sleep and gave you the biggest scare of your life; at least, for the month. 

“Nice shirt.”

“Stretch? What are you doing here? It’s 3 in the morning.” You groaned, voice rough with sleep as you rubbed your eyes. You weren’t that tired anymore after the spook, but you certainly wished you could go back to sleep.

Stretch grunted and hopped through your window, plopping down on your bed with a sigh. “Couldn’t sleep.” He put his hands in his pockets and turned to you. “Wanna go out with me?”

You sighed and pulled a blanket over your shoulders. “Stretch, it’s the middle of the night. Nothing is going to be open.” 

He chuckled. “No, I mean literally. Do you wanna go out with me? Like for a walk.”

You tilted your head at him, confusion all over your face, and watched as Stretch’s goofy smile widened. “You, Stretch, are asking me to go for a walk?” You asked slowly.

“That’s how you know this relationship is serious. Only the very special people in my life know I walk outside in the dead of night with a flashlight when everyone else in the neighborhood is asleep.” His smile was unbelievably large at this point, and maybe it was that you’d only just woken up, but you really couldn’t tell if he was playing around or being serious. 

“I’m going back to sleep.” You huffed and laid back down. 

Stretch laughed and got up and gently pulled the blanket back. “Okay no, wait. Come on, hear me out.” He snickered and waited for you to turn back to him. “I know it’s late, but it’s a great time of night for lizard and frog hunting.” He knelt down beside the bed. 

“Why would I wanna go lizard and frog hunting at three in the morning?” You rolled over and frowned sleepily at him. 

“Because it’d be with me? And you love me?” He put on that stupid cheese smile that never fails to make you smile back, but you tried to hide it behind your blanket. “Besides, not like you’re doing anything important-”

“I was sleeping! One of your favorite things to do!” You argued. 

He continued to talk. “So why not spend this time doing something fun?!” He stood up to his full height and put his hands on his hips. “Come on, you’ll like it!”

“I like sleep, too…” You slowly sat back up and tried to bite back a yawn. 

Stretch settled down into a more calm pose, matching your energy a bit more. When he gets all excited his similarities with Papyrus really show. “We won’t be out too long, promise.” 

You sighed, caving at his eager face. “If I do this, you’re treating me to lunch and dinner today.” 

He snorted, and you almost moved to argue with him, but he waved it off. “I hear ya, it’s a deal. Lunch and dinner, on the to-do list.” He nodded and reached his hand out when you started to get up. “You’re gonna wanna change clothes.” 

“I gathered that, silly.” 

After you threw on a pair of sweatpants and a nice soft jacket, you and Stretch lazily strolled out of your house. Sure enough, it’s still the dead of night and very dark. The lamp posts were the only light source that allowed the two of you to see the sidewalk. Stretch seemed to have a specific target to walk towards, so you followed.

You soon found yourself in a more odd location than expected. The edge of a small thicket of trees that bordered the large neighborhood. You couldn’t help but laugh in denial.

“You know, if I didn’t care about you so much, I’d find it really strange that you woke me up in the middle of the night to lead me into a dark forest.” You hummed and gave a little shiver from the breeze.

Stretch snickered and pulled an item from the pocket of his hoodie and affixed it to his skull. You squinted from the bright light suddenly shining on your face and groaned. 

“Luckily, I have a means to make it not dark.” He replied and offered a second head light to you. You decided to ask why he had multiple of these later.

“You’re lucky I like you.” 

“Oh so very lucky. Let’s go!” 

Stretch was very careful with you as you both walked through the cluster of trees and bushes and whatnot. He kept a hand around yours, and the light pointed down to make sure you were never far behind and never slipped. All the while, the orange dots of his eyes flicked back and forth with each sound in the night. You could hear the hoot of an owl, the chirp of crickets, and even the occasional frog croak.

You stayed put when Stretch let your hand go and started snooping through some bushes. He rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie and dove his hands into a small, muddy puddle, and let out a shout of victory. 

You cocked your head and watched as he approached you, his hands firmly gripping a large frog covered in dirt.

“I got you a friend.”

“Oh my g-, put it down Stretch!”

He fake gasped. “You don’t like my gift?” 

“I love your gift, just not the possibility of it attacking me.” You stepped back and smacked his arm when he moved the frog closer. It was surprisingly relaxed in his hands, all things considered.

Stretch smiled. “He’s fine. He won’t hurt ya!” He cocked his head and hummed. “Can’t tell what kind it is… it’s a wood frog.”

You hummed and nestled your hands in your warm pockets. “Well, we are around trees.” You teased gently. 

He rolled his eyes and crouched back down to the spot where he’d grabbed the little guy and let him go. “Let’s hop to it!” 

Oddly enough, rooting through leaves and bushes was quite fun! Even if it was a little cold. Your fingers gently tingled in the cold night air which left you to watch Stretch more than participate, but it was enjoyable nonetheless! Anything he caught he’d give you a quick show and share a fact or two about the critter before letting it go. It was remarkable that his clothes stayed clean the whole time. 

“This a habit of yours I didn’t know about?” You asked as you were crouched with him as he set free a much smaller frog. It was various shades of brown and you were surprised Stretch saw it even with the light. 

He shrugged. “Eh… consider it a temporary hobby? A lot of these little guys weren’t in the underground, so I’m kinda infatuated by them.”

“Ooh, big word.” 

“Hush.” He pushed you with his elbow with a chuckle. 

You laughed with him and stood back up, walking with him once again. “It’s actually really cute. Even if it’s a little silly to think of you stalking through the night just to look at reptiles and stuff.” 

He hummed and wrapped an arm over your shoulders to gently pull you closer as you both strolled your way out towards the street. “I’m glad my silliness is endearing.” 

“It’s one of your best qualities.” You replied, grinning when you caught the subtle orange that spread on his face. Though he probably thought you couldn’t see it in the darkness.

He rubbed the back of his neck with one of his hands, trying to brush off the embarrassment. “W-well uh… in that case I-OH!”

In a blink, and with speed you’d rarely seen from the skeleton, he was over by a bush and quickly swiped something from the leaves. You tried to ask what was so exciting that got that reaction from him, but he spun and offered you to look instead. 

“Ooh, a lizard.” You smiled and reached out to try to give the rather large critter a pet, but Stretch pulled his hands away. 

“A gecko! A tokay gecko specifically.” He lifted his hands up to his face to look at the little guy closer. “You’re not supposed to be out here. No, you are not.” He hummed and tried to look it over without loosening his grip. 

“He’s not?” You inquired and shuffled closer to him. The little guy looked pretty. The red spots really made him pop.

He shook his head. “Nope. These little guys are actually from uh… Asia I believe? So far away from here. Obviously invasive.” He hummed and cocked his head to the side. “And usually supposed to be pretty aggressive….” His voice drifted off. 

“Looks pretty docile to me.” You observed and leaned against the skeleton, partly to look at the large reptile and partly to soak up his warmth as the cold started to bite a bit more. 

“Yeah, that’s the problem. That means he was captive bred. He shouldn’t be out here.” He frowned and held the critter closer to his chest. 

You grinned. “Did you just make a new friend?” You teased, nudging him as he laughed. 

“Nyeh heh, I wish. Regardless of if he was in captivity before, he’s pretty grown up and won’t hesitate to bite to protect whatever they call their territory. Wouldn’t want any of my little ones getting hurt.” He waved his head in motion for you to follow, going back to the original task of going home. 

“What are you gonna do with him then?” You wrapped an arm around one of his own, looking at the reptile that seemed rather content in Stretch’s grasp. 

“I’m gonna make a temporary tank for the night, then turn him over to a shelter in the morning. He’s a beautiful little one, I’m sure he won’t be stuck there long.” 

You smiled. Watching Stretch dote on something the size of his hand was always so sweet to see. You knew a select few details of his past and that kindness is ingrained in his very being, despite some of the demons he obviously has, no matter how much he refused to tell you. Watching him be his authentic self in these moments reminded you of just why you fell for him.

You warmed up in the skeleton house and helped Stretch set up the temporary tank for the gecko. The little guy immediately hid under a hide away log the moment Stretch let him inside. After he was settled, you yawned and sat with the skeleton on the couch. Drowsiness had begun to weigh on you a while ago, but finally sitting down showed you just how tuckered out you were. It was only 5 in the morning, and you were thankful you didn’t have work tomorrow and had every intention of sleeping in. 

You felt the skeleton nuzzle his face against the top of your head and hum. “Happy Valentine's Day, sweet bee.”

You turned to look at him. “Valentines day?” 

“Yeah, it’s technically the 14th, even if the sun isn’t up yet. Had the whole day planned for ya…. If you’re up for that I mean.” he hummed, a shy smile tugged on his face. 

You hummed sweetly and leaned your head back to his shoulder. “That sounds lovely, but I don’t know if I’ll be waking up any time soon for your plans.” You sighed. 

Stretch rubbed your back and pulled you a touch closer. “Well, good thing I had that planned out too. Had a whole lunch and dinner date planned.” 

“Aww.” You smiled and closed your eyes. Lunch and dinner, he’s so sweet. 

…

Wait. 

“Is that why you laughed!?”

Stretch’s cackling filled the living room and you’re once again reminded of another reason why you fell for him. He really does think of everything. 

You groaned and roughly shoved yourself against him, intending to take all the warmth and comfort he could possibly have. “Happy Valentine's Day to you too, you dork.” 

[goldfades]

heyyy!!! can you write something about devin booker in the 2024 olympics. like when he wins the gold medal, he's going to kiss reader or something like that.

OMGGGG THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA I LOVE IT

Paris was electric.

The air buzzed with energy, thick with the scent of summer heat, fresh sweat, and something almost cinematic—like you were living inside a moment people would talk about for years. The arena was packed, the entire world watching as Team USA battled it out in the gold medal game, the tension so sharp it felt like it could slice through the court itself.

And then—finally.

It happened.

The buzzer sounded, the final score etched in history, and the entire USA bench erupted. Devin was at the center of it all, caught in the blur of red, white, and blue jerseys colliding, his teammates swarming him, their voices lost in the roar of the crowd.

You swore you’d never seen him like this before.

Sure, you’d seen him win before—NBA playoffs, crucial regular-season games, even his last Olympic gold in Tokyo—but this? This was different. There was something primal about the way he shouted, chest heaving, arms thrown around his teammates like he didn’t even know what to do with all that adrenaline. His face was pure euphoria, eyes searching, scanning, like he was looking for something—for you.

You didn’t even have time to think before you were moving.

Shoving past security, past the staff in their navy Olympic polos, past other families and significant others who were waiting for their moment. You weren’t waiting. Not tonight.

You had just barely made it courtside when Devin spotted you.

And oh, God.

The way his face lit up.

One second, he was standing in the middle of it all, a literal gold medal moment, and the next? He was running. Not jogging, not walking—running, straight toward you, like the cameras, the thousands of people watching, the whole damn world didn’t exist.

And you?

You weren’t thinking. You just braced yourself, heart in your throat, because you knew what was coming next.

You barely had a second to react before Devin collided into you, arms wrapping around your waist with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. He smelled like sweat and adrenaline and victory, and before you could even say a word, before you could congratulate him like a normal person, his lips were on you.

The kiss was messy, all urgency and heat, like he was afraid this moment wasn’t real and he had to feel you to make sure. The entire world was still cheering—gold confetti raining down, cameras flashing—but in that moment? It was just you and him.

And maybe that’s how it had always been.

Because Devin had never been one for over-the-top declarations. His love for you had always been in the small things—holding your hand under the dinner table, texting you immediately after road games, sending you pictures of things that reminded him of you, even if they were as simple as a dog wearing sunglasses or a really well-plated meal.

But right now? Right now, he was giving you the biggest declaration of them all.

He pulled back just slightly, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you breathless. His hands were still gripping your waist, grounding himself, like he needed to hold onto you after the biggest moment of his career.

“I told you,” he murmured, lips brushing against yours, his voice thick with emotion. “I told you I’d do it.”

And he had.

Months ago, when training started, when the Olympics still felt far away, you had been lying in bed with him one night, tangled up in sheets, your head resting on his chest as his fingers lazily traced patterns along your back.

“You already got one gold,” you had murmured, sleep-heavy, comfortable. “You really want another?”

Devin had scoffed, tightening his arm around you. “Of course I do.”

You had hummed, smiling against his skin. “You just wanna kiss me with a gold medal around your neck, don’t you?”

He had chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his voice so sure, so confident. “Damn right I do.”

And now?

Here you were.

You let out a breathless laugh, your hands coming up to cup his face, thumbs brushing against the sharp angles of his jaw. “You did it, baby.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you—really look at you. His dark eyes were still buzzing with adrenaline, but underneath that? There was something softer.

Gratitude.

Because Devin knew he wouldn’t have gotten here without you.

He had been so young when you met—barely stepping into the league, still learning who he was, still figuring out everything. You had met through mutual friends, back when you were both just kids, when basketball was his whole world and you were just trying to figure out your own place in it.

And he had fallen fast.

Because you hadn’t cared about who he was or what he did. You had rolled your eyes when people whispered about him in bars, when fans interrupted your dinners, when reporters tried to dig for details about your relationship.

You had just been there.

Through everything.

Through the rookie struggles, the heartbreaking playoff losses, the injuries that had left him stuck on the couch, frustrated and restless. Through every doubt he’d ever had about himself, every night he’d come home exhausted, every single moment he had questioned whether he was good enough, great enough.

You had always been there, holding him up, believing in him, even when he didn’t believe in himself.

And he would never forget that.

His hands slid up your back, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt like he needed to keep you close. “I wouldn’t have done it without you.”

You shook your head, laughing softly, even though your throat was tight, your heart so full it ached. “You would’ve.”

His lips quirked, but his voice was firm. “Not like this.”

Not with this kind of peace. Not with this kind of certainty.

Not with someone standing on the sidelines, waiting for him, knowing that no matter what happened, gold medal or not—he still won.

The world was still moving around you—his teammates were celebrating, reporters were starting to swarm, the cameras were flashing—but Devin didn’t care.

He had his gold.

And he had you.

And that?

That was all he needed.

[reikafanfic]

Random Nsfw Head Canons For Riize Hyung line (with Fem!Reader)

( Includes: Shotaro, Eunseok, Sungchan, Wonbin )

Just my personal thoughts, don't take it too seriously this is just for fun <3

I also don't proofread so get ready for a lot of typos and an absolute bastardization of the English language

Hyung line, Maknae line (coming soon)

♡ ♡ Shotaro ♡ ♡

I know because he's naturally cute and he has a round wholesome face you might be fooled into thinking he's innocent and vanilla WRONG this man is a tried and true SLUT.

I mean, its been said before but it's bears repeating, have you SEEN his old dance videos?

You can't tell me he wasn't the community dick for a while, this mf is ran through.

All in all he has quite a bit of experience and I could see him both loving to be with someone who's just as experienced or teaching someone not as experienced his favourite kinks.

I don't see him as particularly picky in that aspect, he's still a sweetheart, just happy to be there.

Definitely loves head, like it's one of his favourite bedroom activities, both receiving and giving.

If there's something like the opposite of a breeding kink he has it, giving pleasure with no other goal.

There is no baby making, he's on his knees for you because he wants YOU to feel good, and vice versa.

Just straight up sinning for the sake of it, he maybe has some hints of a corruption kink.

Always encouraging you to be demanding and bold with him, take what you want from him he's yours after all.

Shame is not a thing with this guy, always open to try something new.

He's always softly encouraging you, giving you a teasing smile as he asks you to tell him what you wanna try.

"c'mon sweetheart, use your words"

Definitely loves hitting it from the back, hands on your hips as he slams them down on his dick.

He's more of a moaner than a groaner, mainly because he knows how much his pretty voice turns you on.

He definitely leans more dominant but will gladly sub, like I said before he's just happy to be there.

The only times he's every truly being submissive and not putting on a show for your enjoyment is when you tie him up and edge him till he's a mess.

Looking up at you with his big brown eyes, pleading with you.

"I've been so good....fuck please just let me cum I'll do anything"

He's also got aftercare down to a science, taylors what he does based on what you need in the moment.

Whether it's cuddling with you until you both fall asleep or helping you take a shower he's down for whatever.

Super chatty after sex too, pillow talk is his favourite part.

♡ ♡ Eunseok ♡ ♡

I know everyone sees him as a daddy Dom or a "call me sir" type but I honestly think he's more sexually conservative than people think.

Which is to say he likes to "court" you before he fucks you, wants to get to know you before he's bending you over.

He definitely likes to be dominant but that side of him doesn't come out until later, in the beginning he's just trying to figure himself out.

He isn't a virgin but doesn't have nearly as much experience as shotaro which is why he takes it slow.

What's that saying? Slow and steady wins the race?

That's definitely true for him because once he figures out what makes you tick it's OVER for you.

He figures out what your sweet spots are, how you like him to touch you, how you like to be talked to and when he knows all of that he'll be using it against you every chance he gets.

You flirt with the waiter to make him jealous? He's grazing your thigh and whispering into your ear just how you like until you're squirming.

Teases you throughout dinner until you're dripping only to act like nothing happened when you get back to the car .

"Did I forget something? What is it? Use your big girl words, Sir can't read your mind"

Also knows exactly how to edge you to make It feel the most frustrating, smirking as you whine and beg for him to let you cum.

Also loves spanking you, his favourite thing is having you bent over his lap, fingers in your cunt, pulling them out just as you're about to finish and slapping your ass.

Mildly sadistic, but only mildly, the extreme stuff doesn't appeal to him. It's fun to spank you but I think he'd get uncomfortable using a crop, the chances of seriously hurting you are just too high.

Don't let him fool you though, he's still a softy at heart, he can only tease you so much before he's giving in.

Sex always starts out rough but by the end of it he's cooing at you, telling you he loves you as he lets you cum over and over.

"Don't look at me like that...you know it makes me weak"

Gets all mushy towards the end of sex, goes from talking about how much of a slut you are to how much he loves you, is super embarrassed about it after.

Again he isn't as experienced as Shotaro so his aftercare could use some work, he gets a good handle on things after a while though.

Makes sure to clean you up and massage you if you're sore.

Unlike Shotaro he's quiet after sex, just wanted to hold you and run his fingers through your hair, preferably having your head on his chest.

King of forehead kisses.

♡ ♡ Sungchan ♡ ♡

He's similar to Eunseok in the sense that he definitely prefers to be more dominant and likes it rough but he doesn't take himself nearly as seriously.

Even when he's playing a more dominant role he still flashes you his big smile from time to time, he's still your sweet boyfriend after all.

He didn't wait to have sex with you like Eunseok did, he's down to do it whenever you want, he would've fucked you on the first date if you'd asked.

SIZE KINK, he loves how much taller he is than you, constantly wants to compare hand sizes or rest his head on yours.

Loves making you ride him, your smaller frame struggling to take his cock, big eyes looking at him pleadingly.

"Fuck just like that baby, you look so good like this"

Don't forget, just because you're on top doesn't mean he's giving up control, he's still in charge.

He, like Eunseok, is also mostly a Dom but he isn't necessarily as rigged, if you wanna Dom him he'll let you have your fun for a little bit.

He'll eventually get frustrated though, flipping you over to fuck you into next week.

Speaking of size kink, he loves man handling you, you don't need to lift a finger when you're with him because he can just move you himself.

You literally get tossed around like a ragdoll during sex.

Also LOVES being sent Nudes, pretty lingerie is the biggest turn on for him, sending him suggestive pics in a new set you bought while he's working is the fastest way to get your brains fucked out.

Has probably the highest sex drive in riize, he's down to clown anything time anywhere.

Probably the most into semi-public sex, isn't above sneaking off to fuck you in a closet in-between schedules, hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds.

"shh, be a good girl and stay quiet, no-one gets to hear your sweet moans but me."

Probably the most lazy during aftercare, just wants to cuddle up and go to sleep.

Will clean you up if you complain but only does the bare minimum in that regard, he just can't wait to cuddle up with you.

Another chatterbox after sex, will talk your ear off about literally anything and everything.

♡ ♡ Wonbin ♡ ♡

The switchest switch of them all, he doesn't really lean strongly towards subbing or domming he's down either way.

When he's subbing he's definitely a bit of a pillow princess, I mean have you SEEN him?? That's my wife frl.

He loves being tied up and played with. Just use him to your hearts content, he's just your toy, edge him, making him cum over and over, ride him, tease him, he just wants to be good for you.

Your wish is his command, he doesn't get bratty often because he craves you praising him more than anything, all of you have to say is "Be a good boy and _____" and he's doing it.

HOWEVER he definitely has a jealous streak, he only gets disobedient when you're paying attention to someone else more than him, if you hug your guy friend a little too close Infront of him it'll set him off.

"No no just pretend like I don't exist, it's fine, I know how much you love attention"

He does all this just so he can feel you fuck the attitude out of him, probably the most likely to be into pegging.

Wants YOU to manhandle HIM.

His face buried in the pillow and you fuck into him, looking back at you with teary eyes as he whines and moans, a little bit of drool coming out.

"Fuck- I'm sorry- please- please please"

He isn't even sure what he's begging for, he just needs you so bad.

And when he's domming you? He's honestly more of a soft dom, this man is putty in your hands.

He tries to be mean, he really does, and he succeeds for like five minutes, having you tied down and teasing you, almost pushing his cock in but always pulling back before even his tip is inside, making you beg for his cock.

Beg is singular though because he melts at the first "please" you let out, he really can't deny you anything.

Seriously, you look at him pleadingly ONCE and he sighs, giving you whatever you want, you've got him wrapped around your finger.

His aftercare is different depending on of he was domming or not, if he was subbing he's whiny as hell.

Wants to be cleaned up and showered in praise, wrapped up in your arms as you run your fingers through his hair

Will literally bury his face in your boobs and fall asleep, he's not much of a talker.

If he's domming he's honestly a little lazy, will cuddle up with you but won't really do any cleaning unless you insist.

Holds you close to his chest and runs his fingers though your hair until you fall asleep, sneaking in a few pecks.

He does more of his aftercare the morning after, bringing you breakfast in bed or if he isn't feeling particularly up to it he'll order you food.

Ngl I'm very nervous to post this because criticism scares me but I've been wanting to make a blog for a while so here goes, please be nice😞🙏🏼

[spideysbruh]

Neighbors

request- Maybe timmy is ur neighbor and it somehow ends up smutty? 

a/n- sorry it took a bit! also, its 4,500 words gawd damnnn

warnings- cursing, smut, oral, spit kink (just a lil), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!!!!!!) praise kink kinda

~

They had met in the most rom-com of ways…. she was moving in and he heard a commotion in the hallway. 

He looked through the peephole and saw a very attractive woman carrying one too many boxes up the stairs and into the adjacent apartment. 

The commotion was her spewing every curse word as she carried the boxes up the stairs. He chuckled a bit and opened the door, silently hoping that she didn't recognize him.

“Hey, do you need help? Is anyone else helping you out?” He said, catching her off guard, causing the top box to fall down. Thankfully, his reflexes were quick and he caught the box, she smiled.

“Thank you, cute guy.” She grins, “I know I should lie and say yes someone's helping me so I don't end up on the news later tonight, but this is my third trip up here and there's still a million things in the truck downstairs… so, yes I need help.” She sighed, placing the boxes on the floor inside her apartment. 

He chuckled and awkwardly stood at the door, not wanting to intrude on… the empty apartment???

“Come in, cute guy… and sorry for calling you cute guy, don't know what else to call you.” She shrugged, watching him place the box next to the others, her eyes never leaving his frame.

He laughed and went to shake her hand, “I'm Timothée, and no worries, I wouldn't have come out here to help you if I also didn't think you were cute.” He replied, making her laugh.

He found himself thinking that he wouldn't mind making her laugh on a daily basis.

Hold up- what?

“Would've pretended that no one was home, huh?” She chuckled, walking past him to go back to her haul. He caught a whiff of her perfume and loved it, he followed behind her.

“Ahahaha, yeah exactly.” He replied, she turned and smiled at him as they walked down the steps. “So, what was your name again? I didn't catch it.” 

“That's cause I didn't say it.” She shrugged, sending him a smirk as she walked out to the truck.

“Ah, well I would say it's only fair that you tell me, you know- since you know mine now.” He replied, stepping into the truck and gathering a couple of boxes together.

“It's Y/n.” She said, sending him a shy smile.

“Y/n.” He says, smiling as she nods and walks past him with her boxes. “Y/n.” He repeats, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. 

“Don't wear it out, now.” She jokes.

He thought it was the most beautiful name he'd ever heard. A name for this absolute goddess that will now be living right across from him.

He had spent the rest of the day helping her carry everything in, asking her questions about herself and just getting to know her. She was awesome, everything he learned about her only made him like her more.

She offered to buy him dinner, which he accepted with a blush, “You can wait for it in here and watch me unpack my kitchen boxes to find some plates and cups if you want.” She said, making him laugh.

“Sure, that sounds like a plan.” 

After that, he found himself wanting to be with her more and more. She was so cute and witty, she didn't seem to know who he was, which was fine. She knew he was an actor, she just didn't know how big he really was. She knows him for him. And he loves that. 

When he was home and would hear her leaving or coming back, he would open his door just to talk to her.

“Y’know you can just text me, right Timmy?” She laughed one day, “Or come over. I haven't had a friend over in a while.”

Friend. 

He laughed, “Or you can come over to mine.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Ugh, it's just such a long journey.” She joked, smirking at him and resting her head on the doorframe.

He laughed, “You're cute.” He looked down at his feet as he said that, missing her blush. “Seriously, do you wanna come over? I'll cook something for you.”

She's quiet for a moment before she nods, “Yeah, lemme just get changed-” 

He cuts her off, “No please! I'm in my pj's so… all good.” He chuckles, she smirks and quickly changes out of her gym shoes into her house slippers. 

They're cute, they're unique, they're blue and really big, “Those look like space shoes.” He comments as she walks over, she quirks an eyebrow at his words.

“Don't diss my slippers, Timmy.” She teases.

“In a- in a good way!” He tries, she giggles and he widens the door to let her in. “Make yourself at home, I'll start cooking.” He smiles, watching as she subtly looks around.

She had been in his place before, just not recently, “You rearranged some stuff since last time, huh?” 

“Ahahaha yeah, thought it was time to change it up.” He said, grabbing the TV remote and handing it to her. “Put on whatever you like.” 

“Thanks.” She smiles, sitting on his couch, “It looks nice though, love the changes.”

He smiles and gets her a glass of water, “So what's new? We haven't seen each other in a while.” He asks, handing her the glass.

“You mean like a week?” She laughs, watching as he gathers some ingredients in his kitchen. He moved with ease but in reality he was nervous, this girl that he really likes is in his home, teasing him and making herself comfortable on his couch.

It's never awkward when they do this, with other people there's usually that awkward moment when they first come in, where you're not really sure what to do, but with them it was never like that. 

Maybe it's because their first meeting was literally him helping her move into her apartment, but he likes to think it's because they like each other so much and are just immediately comfortable anywhere with each other.

Timothée laughs, “Yeah, it feels longer! It's like dog years.” 

She snorts, “You're stupid.” his cheeks redden as she continues looking for a movie to play. She sighs and looks over at him, “You need help?” 

He shakes his head, “No, I'm okay! Just find a movie for us.” 

She smirks and goes onto hbo, humming as she sees the banner pop up. “The fuuuuck?” 

He hums and looks over at the TV and his heart stops. “Uhhhhh.”

“Bitch, is that you!?!?!!???” She exclaims, “And is that Oscar Isaac!??!?!?!?!!!” 

That makes him laugh, “Um.. y-yeah.”

“How don't I know this about you?!! You’re a whole actor, what the fuck.” She says in disbelief.

“Well y’know you were in school until-” 

“But stillll! Oh my god I'm so uncultured.” She groans, rubbing her face, “That's so embarrassing, Timmy. I had no idea.” She says, her voice muffled from her hands.

He chuckles and walks over to her, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder, “It's alright, I mean- I never mentioned it so…”

She looks up at him, “Yeah, why didn't you actually?” 

He shrugs, “I dunno… I didn't want it to… to change anything. I just wanted to be the same old Timothée to you.” 

She chuckles, “Nothing could change any of this. You're still the same little cute guy that helped me when I moved in.” 

He laughs and brings his hand up to lightly pinch her cheek, “You're still the same beautiful girl with the prettiest name I've ever heard.” 

“Well, I would hope so cause you didn't just find out that I'm a fucking celebrity.” She joked, her cheeks reddening at his words.

He smiled and kept his eyes locked on hers, “You're the funniest person i've ever known.” He said softly, his heart racing as he watched her smile, “Can I kiss you?” he asked, so low he didn't even hear himself say it, but she nodded.

“Yes please.” She says, his lips on hers milliseconds later. 

She kisses him back, her hands going into his hair, softly tugging on it which elicits a whine from Timothée.

His hands caress her face as his soft lips meld with hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She hums and finds herself shifting to sit on his lap, which he welcomes. Her pussy gushes as his hands move down her body, passing her breasts, her stomach and landing on her thighs. He squeezes them and she giggles into their makeout. 

“What's so funny?” He mumbles, a string of their saliva connecting them as he disconnects their lips ever so slightly.

Y/n shakes her head, looking around his apartment, his head subconsciously following hers, waiting either for a response or for her to kiss him again.

“It's just so- I can't believe this is happening, Timmy. I've liked you for so long.”

“Me too.” He replies, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I'm still praying that this isn't a dream.”

She laughs, “It feels pretty real to me, but no way of knowing.” She shrugs, running her thumb across his face. He laughs and plants another kiss on her lips.

“I've wanted this forever, Y/n/n. I've wanted all of you for months. Will you let me?” He wonders, his hands now on the waistband of her joggers.

She feels her panties dampen at his words and she nods, “Yes.” She whispers, kissing him again. 

He slides a hand into her pants and runs his fingers along her panties, “Fuckkkk, you're so wet, baby.” She moans at the nickname and grinds her hips against his hand. He grins and presses a soft, wet kiss to her neck.

He takes his hand out and licks his fingers before turning her over so she's sitting on the couch and he's kneeling in front of her. She whines and he slowly pulls her joggers down her legs, delicately taking them off and placing them next to her. 

“You're so cute.” She says softly, he looks up at her and smiles.

“You're beautiful.” He says, leaning forward and kissing just below her bellybutton, he peppers kisses all the way down to her thighs and moves back up to press a kiss right on her clit through her underwear. 

She whines, her hips involuntarily moving up for more friction. “Please Timothée! Touch me.” 

He smirks and his fingers pinch the waistband of her underwear, slowly moving them down, “It's like I'm unwrapping a present. This might be the best gift I've ever received.” He says, his eyes meeting hers, she giggles and teasingly shakes her head. 

“Might?” 

“Yeah I dunno, my Xbox was a pretty good one.” 

She laughs and closes her legs together, stopping his agonizingly slow movements, “Fuck off.” She giggles.

He grins and spreads them open with his free hand, finally getting her panties off, “Fucking hell, baby. Your pussy is fucking heavenly.” He sighs, her pretty folds glistening already, he licks one of his fingers and runs it along them, spreading her slick around. Finally, the tip of his finger traces around her hole. 

She moans at the touch, “Please, baby boy.” 

His cock stiffens at both her noises and the sight of her pussy, he can't hold back any longer. He shoves his whole finger inside, slowly moving it in and out as she moans softly. 

“Fuck, Timothée.” She whimpers and he adds another finger, leaning in to lick along her folds, his tongue flicking up to suck on her clit. Her hips rotate against his face at that. “Fuck! Please don't stop, baby! Mmmm fuck.” She moans, loud enough that he's sure the neighbors heard it. 

He hums against her pussy, curling his fingers, massaging her walls and finding that perfect spot inside of her. 

She doesn't stop moaning, they leave her mouth every few seconds, echoing across the apartment.

He pulls his fingers all the way out, gathering his saliva in his mouth before letting it fall onto her pussy. She moans at the warm sensation. 

“Kiss me, Timmy.” She whines, he wastes no time in standing up and leaning over her to press his lips to hers.

“You taste so fucking good.” He mumbles against her lips, deepening the kiss, rubbing his hard on against her through his joggers. 

She moans and her mouth parts against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to let some of his saliva fall into her mouth, coating her tongue before she closes her lips and swallows it.

“You're a goddess.” He praises, moving back down to her pussy. He licks at her hole, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her clit. 

“Oh fuck! Mmmm yeah, mhmmmm baby, fuck.” Loud moans now emit from her endlessly, and he never wants that to stop. 

He returns his two fingers inside of her, curling and easily finding her g-spot again. He licks her folds and his thumb quickens on her clit, her walls clench around his fingers and he speeds up his fingers. 

Her moans hit his ears like music, mixed with the squelching noise coming from his fingers in her pussy, oh he was in heaven.

He pulls his head away to look at her, admiring the way the pleasure is etched onto her face. 

“I'm so fucking close!” She moans, her eyes shut and one of her hands playing with her nipple. 

He groans, wishing he could replace her hand with his own, or even with his mouth. But, in due time.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” His hands speed up to a tireless pace, her walls constantly clenching around him. 

“Uh huh.” She nods, her pitch higher than usual.

“Fuck I've thought about this so much. What you'd feel like, what you'd look like, what you'd sound like. It's all so perfect, better than what I fantasized. You're so fucking beautiful, y/n.” He moans, feeling her thighs begin to shake.

“Mmmm fuck me.” She whines, he returns his mouth to her pussy, his tongue running all along her folds, kissing them as she rubs her hips against his face. “I'm gonna cum- fuck!” 

Her walls clench tightly around his fingers as her thighs shake beside his head. His eyes move up to see her face as she cums and he almost cums himself at the sight alone.

He slows his thumb down on her clit as she comes down, his fingers still inside her. “You look so beautiful when you cum for me.” He praises her.

She blushes and moves her arm to cover her face, “You're fucking incredible.” She compliments, he laughs and kisses the inside of her thigh, pulling out his fingers and licking her arousal off of them. 

She sighs as the cool air hits her pussy, “I haven't cum like that in so long.” 

“You wanna do it again?” He smirks, standing up completely and leaning over her, softly and quickly kissing her lips. 

“Fuck yeah.” He laughs at that and offers her his hand, which she takes. He pulls her up and guides them into his room, laying her on his bed.

“I want you so bad.” He mumbles, kissing from her cheek down to her neck. She moans and wraps her arms around his neck as he sucks a hickey onto her neck, “I've wanted to mark you forever.” 

She hums, her pussy gushing at his words. She reaches down to the hem of his shirt and pulls it up over his head, exposing his torso, she wolf whistles which makes him blush.

“You're so beautiful.” She says softly, running her hands across his chest. 

Goosebumps rise on his skin at her touch and she smirks, he presses their lips together again, his tongue clashing with hers now. 

He's needy and desperate for her now, he pulls up her shirt over her breasts and kneads one of them in his hands. She moans at that, her hips rising and rubbing against his, “Fuck.” He groans at the friction on his cock, he pulls her shirt off and places it next to them on the bed, making her smile again.

“Get these off now.” She says, sitting up a bit and reaching for his pants. She pulls on the strings to untie them and he lets her. He watches as his pants loosen up and she tugs them down, “You're hard already?” She asks, blushing at his dick poking through his boxes.

He hums, “Mmm hmmm, been for a while.” He admits, caressing her face in one of his hands. 

“Fuck, Timmy that's so fucking hot.” She moans, pulling his boxers down now and leaning forward to put his dick in her mouth. His head throws back at her warm mouth almost completely taking him in. 

He moans as she sucks and licks his cock, one of her hands softly stroking him, “God damn, baby, I can't- fuck- I want to be inside you already please.” He moans and she stops her movements. He takes his pants and boxers off completely and lightly pushes her onto her back, “Can I, baby? Can I be inside you?” He hums, peppering kisses on her chest, she softly moans and nods.

“Yes, please Timo.” She furiously nods, touching his face and kissing his lips.

He groans and reaches down, grabbing hold of his dick and slowly rubbing it against her folds, she loudly whines as he rubs her arousal and his precum around her pussy. Before he pushes into her, he suddenly looks at her and then to his nightstand, “Um… fuck.”

“What?” She pants, her hand gently tracing along his torso, prompting goosebumps to rise on his skin again. He sighs and meets her eyes, before he even opens his mouth she realizes. “I’m on the pill, soooo…” She drags, making him chuckle, “If you don’t have a condom, it’s okay.”

“You sure?” He asks, he desperately wants to be inside her, but if she’s worried, he’ll stop. They can always have fun in other ways tonight. 

She nods, “Yes, I trust you.” She caresses his cheek and he leans into it, kissing her palm.

“I’ll pull out.”

“Okay.” She smirks, and he smiles and kisses her lips, enjoying the softness of them as he gently pushes into her. They moan into each other's mouths, their hot breaths hitting the other's lips. 

“Ughhh fuck. You’re so fucking tight babygirl, god damn-” He groans, slowly thrusting in and out of her. He rests his forehead against hers, heavy breaths leaving his lips.

“You fill me up so good, baby.” She moans lightly, kissing him desperately, her tongue messily clashing with his. 

He speeds up a bit, one of his hands moving down to play with her clit, her hips move up against his at the feeling. 

His fingers circle on her clit and he slams into her, “OH! Mmmm fuck.” She moans, moving her head to bite his shoulder as she attempts to quiet her moans down.

“Let me hear you. I want to hear you, forever and always.” He moans, slamming into her again. She clenches around his dick at that.

Her noises get louder and louder with every thrust which only gets him more and more eager. 

“You’re all mine now, right baby? I want you forever, please be mine, Y/n.” He moans, staying deep inside of her and not moving his hips. 

“Really?” She asks, playing with his hair and wrapping her legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside of her if possible. She hums at the feeling as he nods.

“Yes. I like you so much and still can’t believe this is happening.” He pants as he starts thrusting again, watching her breasts bounce with each one. 

He moves his head down and licks at her nipple before continuing, “You're so fucking gorgeous, funny, intelligent and your laugh is the prettiest sound I've ever heard. I'm so lucky to be inside you right now.”

Her eyes roll back at his words and her pussy squeezes around his cock as a constant stream of moans leave her mouth. 

“Well… maybe the second prettiest sound.” He chuckles, kissing her cheek as she giggles.

“I like you so much, Timmy. I'll do anything with you.” She whispers, leaning up and sucking a hickey on his neck. “Can I even give you hickeys? What with your job and everything.” 

He laughs and nods, “Even if you weren't supposed to I'd still fucking let you. They can just fucking deal with it.” He says and speeds his hips up, playing with one of her breasts as he makes out with her.

“Mmmm fuck Timmy-” She gasps against his lips, reaching down to play with her clit, but he redirects her hand to his back and moves his hand down to massage her clit. “Oooo fuck, fuck me.” She moans, running her hands across his back and sides.

“I'm trying.” He grunts, making her giggle. “You're perfect. You feel so good around me. I've never had a pussy this fucking good. You're so perfect." He moans, slamming into her harder as he feels his high approaching. "Never wanna leave your tight little pussy. Feels like heaven." He sighs into her neck.

She whines at his words and his fingers on her clit speed up, “Mmmmm!” Her hips once again grind up against his, “N- no one's ever fucked me this good, baby. I'm so close- god fucking- damn I'm so close!” She exclaims, pulling his head down to kiss him, trying to suppress her moans.

“You're such a good fucking girl.” He pants against her lips before licking into her mouth. 

She clenches around him again and he groans, “You like hearing that? That you're a good girl?” He hums, nudging his nose against hers and she quickly nods, “That's exactly what you are, baby. A good.” He slams his cock into her, “Fucking.” He slams into her again, “Girl.” He kisses her as he nears the edge, his fingers tirelessly rubbing her clit as her moans reach a volume that will definitely get him a complaint, but he couldn't care less. “Cum for me, my pretty girl.”

Her whole body shakes as she cums around him, her moans music to his ears as he thrusts through her orgasm. He kisses along her neck, and when she comes down he pulls his dick out which earns a whine from her.

He strokes himself several more times and groans loudly as his cum spurts all over her pussy and lower stomach, “Fuck you look so pretty like this.” He sighs, leaning down and kissing her again.

“With your cum on me?” She laughs, tracing her finger along his face.

He nods, shrugging, “Mmm yeah.” He chuckles, turning over and laying down next to her. His eyes lock on the side of her face, trying to memorize every detail.

She blushes and feels herself gushing again at his words, “Hmmm, who would've thought the cute guy across from me would be the best sex of my life?” 

“So far. We've gotta beat this session, and then the next one… and the next one, and then the next-” 

“Okay okay, I got it.” She laughs, leaning up on her elbows to see the mess he made on her. “Fuck Timothée, you came a lot.” 

“Only for you.” He sighs, watching as she drags a finger through the cum on her tummy and then places it on her tongue, making eye contact with him as she licks it off. His eyes don't blink as she hums around her finger, “Holy fuck.” He moans, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her on top of him, she giggles and places kisses all over his face.

They lay there silently for a while, resting their eyes and listening to the sound of the others breathing.

He finally speaks up, “Y’know, I was just thinking… I have to leave at the end of the month, I gotta film a new movie. I'll be gone for a couple months.”

She frowns and looks up at him, “Oh yeah?” 

He nods and tangles his fingers in her hair, “Yeah. How'd you like to come with me?” He nervously asks, his heart racing as he awaits an answer.

She quirks an eyebrow, “Really?” he nods instead of saying something, “I would love to Timmy, but- what about my job? What do I do when you're on set? I don't know the first thing about your-”

He sits up and holds her face in his hands, locking his eyes on hers, “You can work from there! And- and if there's something important that you gotta come back here for, you can always fly out. And you can join me on set! You'll make friends so easily, watch. You can hang in my trailer whenever you want, or go explore the city! Though, I'd want to do that with you, too.” He chuckles, rubbing her cheekbone, she giggles and anxiously looks down.

“Ohhh I dunno, Timmy. Don't you have paparazzi? I-”

“Oh, fuck them! We'll lay low if you want, but I don't care either way. I just got you… I don't want to be without you for three whole months.” He says, resting his forehead against hers. 

She kisses him and shrugs, “Okay. I'm down!” 

His eyes widen at her words and he grins, “Yeah?!” He exclaims, she nods and he pulls her into an all encompassing hug, kissing all over her head and neck, “Fuck yeah! This is going to be so fun, baby. You'll see.” He grins, she laughs and kisses his cheek.

“You know what's not fun, though?” She says, suddenly serious.

“What?” 

“The fact that my boyfriend promised he'd cook for me, but here I am, famished, starving, hungry as fuck.” She teases, pretending to faint back onto his bed.

Boyfriend.

Hell yeah.

He laughs and his eyes scan over her naked body. Her smooth skin, her breasts sitting so perfectly on her chest, his cum still on her pussy and tummy. 

He reaches forward and runs his hand over her waist, “Let's save that for tomorrow, yeah? I make a good ass omelet, you'll see. I'll order something for us tonight.” 

She opens her eyes and smiles, “Nah I think I'll just go home.” She teases.

“No way, I'm not letting you walk home alone this late.” He jokes, she giggles and sits back up, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Ahhh.” She sighs as she rests her head on his chest, “Soooo what movie are you filming next month?”

“It's a Willy Wonka prequel.” He says, his fingers tracing her sides.

Her head jumps up, “No way!” She grins, “That's so cool.”

He nods and kisses her head, “It is pretty cool, huh?” 

“I gotta catch up on your stuff, babe.” 

He laughs and sighs. He finally has the girl of his dreams.

*

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Day 6 – Gojo X Utahime X Geto

Summary : In a drunken stupor, Utahime accidentally agrees to have Gojo and Geto's baby. She wants to confess that it was a mistake but...

Disclaimer: Gojo X Utahime X Geto. Established SatoSugu. Breeding. Threesome M/M/F, Top Geto, Bottom Utahime, Switch Gojo, Anal (Gojo receiving) <3

A/n: More Kinktober from 202...uh...uh...don't worry about it.

But seriously I know i've been quite slow in uploading but i'm planning on taking tumblr a bit more seriously so look forward to atleast a liiiitle bit more frequent posting <3 thanks for being patient with me!

Utahime groaned as the morning sun hit her face, the bright light peeking through the curtains, instantly triggering a headache. She let out a loud huff, the familiar sensation of a hangover permeating through her bones. Pushing herself up in a sitting position, she simply sat on her mattress, eyes closed as she took her time to wake up. Today was her day off which was why she went out drinking with her friends to begin with. It was a fun night out with the rest of her colleagues/friends even if the nuisances Geto and Gojo were there.

 But even their presence couldn’t deter her from having a fun night out. Jugs after jugs of beer went down her throat, seemingly a good idea at the time but right now, she was dealing with the consequences. Knowing that she wasn’t going to go back to sleep, she pushed herself off the bed, reminding herself to buy Shoko a gift as she was sure the woman must have brought her back home and dressed her in her pyjamas- an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

She picked up her phone as she went to the bathroom to start getting ready, eager to have that dry taste in her mouth replaced with mint. Brushing her teeth with one hand, she scrolled through her phone with the other, letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed she didn’t text any of her ex’s while drunk. But one message in a group chat that consisted of her and the two idiots caught her attention. Geto : 9:45 : Thank you again for offering, Utahime. You don’t know how much this means to us.

Dumbass : 9:46: Seriously. You’re amazing. We’ll come to your place in the evening with some dinner, alright? Get comfortable.

She raised an eyebrow in confusion, having no idea what the men were talking about, even more baffled by Gojo’s sweet demeanor when suddenly, toothbrush fell out of her mouth and clattered on the sink. Her eyes widened as the message triggered something in her brain and Utahime remembered- she remembered the conversation with Gojo and Geto last night:

“Y’wanna know a secret?” Gojo slurred, his head lolling towards her, the man drunk out of his mind, “Me ‘an Suguru…we’re plannin on havin a baby!”

“WHAT?!”

“Shhhhhhh!” Gojo hushed, clumsily placing a finger over Utahime’s lips, comically smushing it, “It’s a secret! We haven’t told the others yet!”

“Oh!” Utahime whispered back, shrugging his finger off of her lips, “B-But how can you two have a baby? Unless you got a womb?”

“Nah, just a dumb pair of cock and balls.” Gojo said, laughing at Utahime’s laugh of disgust, “But we’re serious about this. We’ve been together for so long, we wanna have a kid.”

“Gojo, that’s…a terrible idea.” Utahime said, flicking him on the forehead, “Poor Geto will have to raise two kids on his own- one baby and one man baby- I’m scared he won’t make it.”

“Hey!” Gojo gasped, offended, “I’ll have you know- I’ll be a great dad!”

“That you will, sweetheart.” A third voice said, joining in on their conversation. Suguru slid into the booth beside his boyfriend, giving the white-haired man a kiss on his hair before placing his arm around his shoulder, “You airing our dirty laundry out to Utahime?”

“Nothin’ dirty about it!” Gojo defended, cheeks red and eyes woozy, but still filled with adoration for Geto “S’ beautiful”.  “S-So what are y’ gonna do?” Utahime asked, head swaying, “Adoption?”

“That’s an option.” Geto said, just a bit tipsy, “But we’re mostly thinking of surrogacy.”

“Oh!” Utahime said, “Sounds complicated.” “It is.” Geto said with a nod, “But we do like that for us. Would be nice to have a baby with our DNA. Our only issue is finding the right surrogate… now that’s a whole other level of complicated. The woman needs to be healthy, of sane mind and body, minimal family history of disease, should be willing to be pregnant and give birth for us, I mean- the list goes on and on.” “Hmm?” Utahime pondered, her drunk brain getting ahead of her and before she realised what she was gonna say: “Then why don’ I do it for ya?”

Both men jumped, eyes wide, Gojo practically sobering up with those few words. “Wh-What?” Geto asked, like he couldn’t believe his ears.” “I’ll do it for ya!” Utahime repeated, taking another swig of beer, “I can has your babies- no medical history- no crazy people in my family- and I always wanted big titties.” “Are- you serious?” Gojo asked, his eyes hidden behind the mask so she could only guess what expression he had on. “Yeah!” She said confidently with a nod, “I might be drunk- but Utahime always keeps her word! I’ll let you two get me pregnant- easy peasy!”

Utahime- the one in the here and now- slapped a hand over her mouth, her body running cold yet her heart hammering in her chest. What had she done? Did she really just promise them- there’s no way- but her memories- oh God- she really did it. She promised them.

Gojo and Geto were going to come to her house soon…to get her pregnant.

~~~~~

Her plan was simple. Explain to them that she was drunk beyond her mind and said things she didn’t mean. Apologise for getting their hopes up and offer any other assistance that didn’t involve her getting pregnant. She knew both of the men identified as bisexual- but she never believed they’d ever be interested in her- forget the willingness in getting her knocked up. It was making her head spin, honestly.

But her entire plan fell to pieces as the two men invited themselves into her home, their hearts full and happy grins on their faces. Geto pulled her into a bone crushing hug the second he saw her, his smile so happy and full of joy, she had to look away. Gojo actually started cooking for her, babbling away and barely letting her get a word in as he cooked them all a delicious dinner, Utahime’s favorite. They both started talking about how happy and excited they were, even having picked out baby names.

“If it’s a girl, it’s Maya.” Geto said happily. “And if it’s a boy, it’s Sabito.” Gojo completed, clapping his hands, “Doesn’t that sound adorable, Utahime?” They went on and on about how grateful they were, how they felt so exhausted and tired from searching for a surrogate, that this was perfect for them as Utahime was a friend and she could be a part of their baby’s life, how long they have waited for a moment like this and further crushing Utahime with guilt.

She gulped, feeling sweat drip down her brow. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t crush their hopes- not when they were so clearly happy and excited for this next step in their relationship. She shouldn’t have opened her fat mouth but now the damage was done. Sure, she did have one or two fantasies about the two and sure, maybe she touched herself that one time she heard them having sex in the classroom but-

“Hime?” Geto asked, making her jump as she felt his hand on her lower back, gently rubbing it up and down. Bellies full and eyes eager, the two of them looked at her with excitement and passion behind their eyes, making her feel dizzy. “If you’re ready…would you like to take this to the bedroom?” he asked. “If you’re sure about this, of course.” Gojo said, “You can opt out at any time.” Utahime gulped, the part where Geto was touching her feeling like it was on fire. She couldn’t remember the last time she got laid and besides, she was on birth control so they probably wouldn’t get her pregnant…so…why not enjoy herself?

Fuck it.

“Let’s go.” She said, sounding far more confident than she felt, throwing caution to the wind, “Let’s make a baby.”.

~~~~~

“Cumming! Cu-Cumming-“ the black haired woman cried out, tossing her head back against the pillow as Gojo’s tongue continued to do sinful things to her pussy. Her body shook as she climaxed, her legs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of her head as she rode his tongue, the man ready to be used for her pleasure. “W-Why are you so g-good at this?” she babbled as she enjoyed her orgasm, little cries and whimpers leaving her lips as he licked at her clit, giving it a toe curling suck.

“Why, thank you~” Gojo said, his ego stroked as he curled his fingers inside her just right, making her gasp and arch her back, pussy gushing against his tongue even more as he milked her orgasm, “Glad to know I’m still good with the lady- ah! Fuck- Sugu- ah!”

Utahime couldn’t deny the way her body heated up on hearing Gojo moan, his lover behind him, gently stuffing his fingers into Gojo’s ass. All three of them were naked, the excitement of making a baby removing any sexual awkwardness or tension. They wanted to breed her and were so eager, Utahime barely had time to be embarrassed. Two hands on her body, two pairs of lips on her skin, two hard and eager cocks that demanded to empty inside her- she was living the dream.

“Don’t want your ego to be too big now, do we love?” Geto asked, snickering as he started moving his lubed-up fingers in and out with practiced ease, gently stretching the white haired man out, “Now go back to cleaning her pussy up.”

Utahime mewled at Geto’s words, her noises quickly intensifying once Gojo did as he said, perhaps the only time she’d seen him be obedient. He opened his mouth as he looked up at her, having discarded his blindfold and his bright blue eyes took her breath away. He grinned up as her, giving her a wink before he went back to making out with her pussy, slobbering over her lewdly. He shook his head from side to side, his tongue running all over her cunt and drinking her up like a man dying of thirst, his tongue hot and wet against her sensitive pussy.

She jumped when Gojo suddenly let out a loud moan, his breath hot against her cunt as she watched him twitch, his hips wiggling against Geto’s hand. Licking his lips, Geto continued his movements, easily finding Gojo’s prostate and teasing the man, gently grazing against that special spot. He wanted Gojo hard and needy, ready to bust and breed like a rabid dog and he knew he was close to doing it. Gojo’s cock hung between his legs, rock hard and tip leaking with precum, his balls twitching every time Geto grazed against that button inside him. Geto was hard too, his cock rearing to go, incredibly turned on by the sight of his partner eating out Utahime.

They both had a crush on the woman, Utahime being dense as bricks but that was one of the reasons they liked her. She was strong, independent and beautiful- they couldn’t find a better surrogate for their child if they tried. Her body was stunning, with beautiful breasts they took time to suck and nibble at, hickeys and bite marks already littering her fair skin. And her pussy was beautiful- so pretty and pink, their cocks got hard the second they saw it.

“Mmph- fuck it-“ Gojo growled before pushing himself up, ignoring Utahime’s whine of protest, “I have to get inside you, now. And Suguru-“

“I know, my greedy boy.” Geto teased, gently pulling his fingers out of his lover, “You ready, Hime?”

“Y-Yeah.” She responded, gulping as Gojo towered over her, spreading her legs wider so he could slide himself between them. Her eyes widened as she took in Gojo’s hard cock, throbbing and eager next to her pussy. Seeing him over her, his expression so full of lust and desire- it made her head spin and her cunt twitch with excitement. He grabbed her legs and silently instructed her to wrap them around his waist, both of them moaning simultaneously as his cock touched her cunt, enjoying the sensation.

“S-So you’re b-breeding me first?” Utahime asked, already knowing the answer but deciding to ask anyway. “Sure am.” Gojo said, “we flipped a coin.”

“But don’t worry.” Geto chimed in, lathering his member with a generous amount of lube, “I’ll be sure to fill you up twice as much after.”. His eyes trailed in on the beautiful sight in front of him. Gojo’s puckered asshole, his heavy balls and throbbing cock, leading down to Utahime’s beautiful cunt. He was living the bisexual dream.

“I’m putting it in.” Gojo said, tugging at his cock a few times before he pressed it against Utahime’s hole, letting out a sweet groan as he pushed in, her pussy so wet it barely put up a resistance. The woman gasped, mouth wide and open as he entered her, his dick starting to stretch apart her wet hole. Inch after inch of his deliciously long cock (Gojo’s dick was longer while Geto’s was thicker) thrust inside her, taking her breath away as she felt like the air was being punched out of her lungs.

But if she thought her moans were bad…

“Oh- oh fuck!” Gojo cried out, barely having bottomed out inside of Utahime before Geto grabbed generous handfuls of his ass, spread them apart before he started pushing inside Gojo. His asshole stretched out before with his fingers did very little to make Gojo less tight, Suguru gritting his teeth so hard he could hear them in his skull. Gojo’s ass was a thing of wonder, his tight little hole swallowing Geto’s fat cock greedily, lube dripping down as he pushed and stretched, letting out little groans himself.

He thrust the last inch inside harshly, making Gojo jump as he was stuffed to the brim with cock- his own dick plunged inside his close friend. His mind was a jumbled mess, his body receiving pleasure from all directions and he couldn’t take it. A tight pussy around his cock and a fat dick in his ass- what more could he want?

Other than to get Utahime pregnant, of course.

“S-Shit fuck- Suguru- I can’t-“ Gojo moaned, showing a side of him to Utahime she’d never seen before, “Fuck- I can’t fuck her if you keep- mmph-“

“Sure you can.” Geto said, smirking as he slid his hands to Gojo’s hips, pressing his cock as deep inside the man as he could, “just move those hips baby~”

“Y-You asshole!”

“You love it~”

Deciding to give him some help, Suguru started pulling out, his cock dragging against Gojo’s hot, wet walls before he thrust in all at once. Both Gojo and Utahime screamed, the movement causing Gojo’s cock to push even deeper inside her. Geto picked up the pace, starting to thrust back and forth inside his boyfriend, red dusting his cheeks as he heard the melodic sounds of his two bottoms enjoying the pleasure. His movements got Gojo to move as well, his balls starting to gently slap against Utahime as her pussy swallowed him greedily, the man feeling dizzy from all the pleasure.

“Keep up, Satoru.” Geto said, hips slapping against Gojo’s again and again, which in turn, made Gojo fuck Utahime even better, “and you better cum quickly. I want a taste of that pussy too~”

[exhaustedpirate]

an emergency for valentine's

day 14 of @bucktommyfluffebruary (ignore how late i am!) don't let the title fool you (again), there is fluff ahead, buck is (minorly) injured but he has the best boyfriend in the world.

rated T | 1241 words also on AO3

Buck wakes up to faint sirens and a pounding headache. 

He groans as he screws his eyes shut. A hand on his wrist stops him from bringing his fingers to his forehead.

“Don’t touch your head,” A familiar voice makes him relax and flutter his eyes open.

Tommy. With a deep concerned frown on his forehead.

“Tommy…” 

“Yeah,” Tommy exhales in relief, his grip tightening on Buck’s wrist. “It’s me.”

“What happened?” He groans at the pain in his head and side and Tommy keeps him laying down, with a careful hand on his chest. The sirens are getting close now.

“You, uh, you fell,” Tommy sounds sheepish, a lovely blush spreading across his cheeks. “Do you, uh, remember anything?”

“I-It’s Valentine’s Day, we were gonna have dinner but, uhm, we kinda decided to have dessert first,” A faint smirk appears on Buck’s lips at that before he frowns. “And th-then, uhm, I fell?”

Tommy bites his lip and looks away for a second. “You were on top of me, you put me a blindfold on me-”

Buck’s blush creeps up on him as the memories flood him. “Oh god, I fucked it up!”

“N-no, Evan, you-” A knock on the door interrupts Tommy and the sirens are really loud now. “It’s open!” Tommy calls out.

Buck’s eyes widen and he ignores the pain that causes. “W-wait, you called 911?!”

“You are currently bleeding from your head, Evan, of course I called 911.” Tommy sounds exasperated and he gets it, he does, it’s just that-

“Tommy, you’re in the 118’s area!”

“I hope you’re dressed, lovebirds!” They hear Chimney’s loud voice before they see him walk through the doorway.

“Well,” Eddie grins. “Not church-appropriate attire but also not the worst they could be.”

Buck groans and hides his face on his forearm because while they are not naked - no, they hadn’t gotten there yet -, they were in their boxers, even if Tommy had on his t-shirt.

“I didn’t want to move him,” Tommy explains, moving to kneel by Buck’s head but giving Eddie and Chim enough time to work. “I think he also hurt his side.”

Now that he mentions it, Buck feels it. He hadn’t noticed the pain in his side with the pounding ache in his head but now, he tries to touch his side only to be stopped by Chimney. 

“You are bruised, you might have broken a rib in the fall,” Chim says and brings out his flashlight, shining it on Buck’s eyes. “Your pupils are reacting well but we’re taking you in just in case.”

Eddie passes Chim bandages and adhesive that he puts on Buck’s head. “Do we wanna know what you were doing?”

Buck’s blush is almost as red as the blood that had run down his face. “No…” Eddie and Chimney help him stand up, slowly, keeping the bandage on his head and his torso straight.

“H-He fell.” Tommy says, his blush just as deep as he stands at a safe distance with his arms crossed.

“Right,” Eddie nods slowly. “I’m gonna pretend I don’t see the very clear blindfold on the bed and the handcuffs on the floor.” 

Chimney quickly locates those two objects. “Yep, I’m gonna ignore that,” He looks away towards the door. “I still wanna look my brother-in-law in the eye after this.”

Buck groans. “We’re adults, Chim.” He points out before sending a thankful smile to his boyfriend when he puts a hoodie over his shoulders. 

“We sure are, Buckaroo,” Chim agrees, guiding him out of the house with a hand on his back. “Doesn’t mean we should talk about what either of us do in the bedroom.”

“Especially when what he does is with your sister.” Eddie points out, much to Buck and Chimney’s displeasure.

“Alright, alright, just take me in,” Buck groans. “This is already more painful than anything I’m feeling right now.”

“That’s the spirit, babe.” Tommy taps his shoulder carefully and smiles at Buck’s fond eye roll. 

---

Eddie is putting an ice pack on his side when Buck turns to Tommy. His frown has eased since he had woken up, likely more comfortable with the presence of actual paramedics - his embarrassment clearly put aside.

“I’m sorry I ruined Valentine’s day.” Buck bites his lip and he feels the bubble of anxiety and concern rumbling in his chest.

“Evan, you didn’t ruin anything,” Tommy holds his hand tight as if that would convince Buck of his feelings. “I promise you.”

“At least you didn’t have to get a tracheotomy, Buckaroo.” Chimney pipes up from the driver’s seat.

“A trache-what?” Tommy’s brows almost his hairline and there’s that worried exasperation he’s so good at when it comes to Buck and his injuries. 

“Later,” Buck promises. “I just, ugh, can’t believe I ruined it all.” 

“You didn’t ruin it, Evan,” Tommy caresses his fingers over the top of Buck’s hands with an indulgent smile. “It was a lovely night.”

“Yeah, but I had a plan,” Buck whines and ignores Eddie’s smirk. “I had dinner ready and we were gonna have dessert while watching your favourite and I ruined it and-”

“Hey, Evan?” Tommy calls out with a soft smile.

Buck is still frowning and he can feel the pout on his lips but he looks at his boyfriend. “Yeah?”

Tommy doesn’t answer, just presses their lips together. It’s a chaste kiss, very aware of their current company, but it works to calm the anxiety running through his body.

“That’s one way to shut him up.” Eddie teases and Buck hits him on the side with his foot.

Tommy ignores Eddie’s teasing and runs his fingers through the curls of Buck’s uninjured side and he tries not to preen at the caress. “I love you, okay? Valentine’s day isn’t ruined.” He speaks in that soft tone, the one that heals any insecurities inside Buck.

“It isn’t?” His tone is quiet and soft, almost pleading.

“Nope,” Tommy’s smile widens, the look in his eyes so full of love that Buck feels it. “I’m spending it with you, that’s all that matters. Even if it does involve a trip to the hospital.”

Buck’s smile is almost watery and he has never felt more cherished, more loved, in his life.

“Wow, Buck, you were right,” Eddie interrupts their moment. “He really is smooth.” Tommy is the one who hits him this time, a quick, barely strong slap to his arm. “I’m driving next time, Chim,” Eddie calls out to the front of the ambulance, arm dramatically rubbing over his bicep. “They’re violent.”

Chimney laughs. Buck is all too happy to ignore their shenanigans - he is too busy staring at the love in his boyfriend’s eyes, at how much he wants to live the rest of his life with him. He never thought he’d get this, this feeling of peace, of happiness, of being so at ease. Of being in love.

Is it too early to look for engagement rings? Probably. Maybe.

He could browse. Just in case.

Buck pulls on Tommy’s hand to press a passionate kiss on his lips, swallowing his boyfriend’s surprised moan before letting the butterflies in his stomach flutter away. He gets to have this now. He gets to kiss this man, to stand by this man, to love Tommy Kinard.

“I love you too.” He whispers against the other man’s lips, feeling his blinding happiness against his lips. 

He’s the luckiest fucking man in the world.

[kangsaena]

What is this? :

An AU if kang - mina survived, (but Se - mi died)

its inspired by another AU I found but the chapter I wrote (that were simillar) had their credits,

but still, credits to @mayoscribble077 for the AU idea, not the chapters from ch. 3, onward.

ch. 4: not out!

Ships? :

Actually yes! Although the story revolves around thanos and mina the most there are mentions of other ships in this story,

(though its probably gonna come out in later chapters.)

Kang - mina x Thanos

222 x 333

Young - il x Gi - hun

Status : in progress

Extra note 1: Any Profanity is censored in this chapter, though they might not always be.

Extra note 2: Please read chapter 1, and chapter 2, their short, easy to read chapters that quickly explain the beginning.

CHAPTER 3

Just the start of it all

*after the voting the O's and the X's are split up, chatter fills the room. Thanos is with his group, Min - su, Gyeong - su, Nam- gyu and mina.*

SPEAKERS: 30 minutes until lights out.

*Nam-gyu and thanos are whispering about something in thanos's bed and gyeong- su and min- su are against the wall having a chat, mina is thinking about something*

Thanos: 30 minutes until lights out, huh?

Nam-gyu: come on, what are you planning?

Thanos: you know..the Xs were close on our tail..

Nam-gyu: by one, so?

*thanos whispers, smirking* Thanos; we could kill them.

Nam-gyu: mm, okay..but with what?

*thanos pulls out a glass bottle, shattered with sharp edges, the same glass bottle everyone got for dinner*

Thanos: you still have yours?

Nam-gyu: no, but I could always just..*nam-gyu quickly takes a person's bottle and shatters it on the wall, he gives the person the middle finger.*

Thanos: alright that works..wait...*thanos spots someone familiar walking in the middle of the hall, he chases after that person, quickly giving mina a quick flirtatious look while walking to them.*

Mina: huh? *mina says in confusion*

*nam gyu follows, thans grips the person by the neck* Thanos: f**king MG coin huh?

Player 333: We've already delt with this..

Nam-gyu: really?

Thanos: every single last penny, YOU OWE, goes to me, you got that?

Player 333: what if I don't want to?

Thanos: OH, come here you f**kng cunt. *nam-gyu holds player 333 like a ragdoll, allowing thanos to punch him, mina watches from her bed, so this is what they were planning, or atleast she thinks.*

*thanos grunts and punches player 333 to the ground, 333 covers his face, thanos kicks him and nam-gyu come from behind*

Nam-gyu: ay! Let me get a kick-

*they kick him, dae-ho and jung-bae have their sleeves up*

Jung-bae: someone should help them, right?

Dae-ho: what, me?

*they put their sleeves down and young il comes to interfere*

Young-il: Hey, kids! What makes you think you can behave like that, and infront of your elders too!

*mina whispers to herself* mina: thanos was right, old f**ks that interfere with everything.

Thanos: OH, you wanna try me?

*nam-gyu nods in agreement, thanos tries to throw two punches, but young-il dodges, nam-gyu trys to kick him, but young il throws a powerful kick towards nam-gyu making him hop, falling to the ground, mina rushes over*

Mina: you good?

*thanos keeps on trying to attack young-il but he dodges every shot, thanos is trying his best, but this random 50 year old is stronger than him?! Young-il punches thanos and tackles him to the ground, choking him*

thanos: I'm sorry s-sir, I won't do it again, p-please sto-

*young-il looks intensely, wanting to beat the life out of him, but a shouting mina interrupts*

Mina: STOP! DONT HURT HIM!

*young-il slowly stops choking him and a round of applause forms, mina comes to check on him*

Mina: are you okay?

*thanos grunts as he gets up, he says with his voice strained* Thanos: of course! W-why wouldnt I be?

*mina scoffs and nam-gyu, thanos and mina all walk over to the beds.*

SPEAKERS: 20 minutes until lights out.

*they all sit on thanos's bed, talking, mina went to the bathroom for a little while.*

*thanos swallows something he got from his steel, crucifix necklace*

Nam-gyu: Hey bro, what's that?

Thanos: *thanos stops for a second then he mutters* later.

Mina: What were you guys talking about?

Thanos: OH, I'm just a guy to you, huh, how about a nickna-

*thanos is obviously high, moving his head around and striking rapper poses*

Nam-gyu: alright, let's be quiet. *he whispers*

Nam-gyu: We were planning to well..kill some of the X's, you know, so they definitely don't have a chance of winning the next vote.

Mina: can't we just let the actual games do that, their violent and eliminate peop-

Thanos: yeah, uh huh, but like, what if we don't have a chance or something. They can still, you know, kill summa the Os. *he touches his hand and minas face* Thanos: Come on senorita, do it for us.

Mina: do the killin-?!

*nam gyu chuckles* nam-gyu: no, just allowing us to kill, you know, we gotta..uh..*nam-gyu wonders why their asking mina to allow them, she's not the boss after al- ohh! It's because thanos likes her..uhh, excuse, excuse* Nam-gyu: we gotta..work as a group!

*thanos winks, mina slowly takes his hand off her face* Mina: fine: but..just don't get hurt..*she exhales*

Thanos: BAHAHAHA! you really think, I, the legend rapper, WILL GET HURT! *he laughs* Thanos: dollface, you worry to much!

*nam-gyu does a facial expression like hes saying, "just leave him be", he literally just got beat up by some random 50 year old.*

*thanos stops laughing and says with a smile* thanos: y'know, you gotta do something, people are probably plotting to do the same think as us, yo!

Nam-gyu: you wanna hide?

Mina: uh..well..I..do, just..I'd somebody finds out where I a-

thanos: SELF DEFENSE, YO! grab a knife and hide! *he says in a attempt to rap*

mina: and where will I find the knife..?!

thanos: uhh..I dunno, steal it, that's the way I'd did it!

Nam-gyu: just ignore him, I'll find one for you during the night.

SPEAKERS: 10 minutes until lights out.

*thanos whispers to nam-gyu* Thanos: you trying to flirt with her bro?

*nam-gyu whispers back* nam-gyu: don't worry, she's all yours. *thanos smiles*

Thanos: nam-gyu, ask if min-su and gyeong-su want to join.

*nam-gyu goes over to the two, which leaves thanos and mina alone, mina starts.*

Mina: wait..*mina places her hand to the back of thano's neck, seeing a still bleeding huge scar and and big red mark, the shape of fingers* Mina: thanos..seriously, tell me if you get hurt like that.

*although thanos knows this is supposed to be a meaningful moment, he says* Thanos: Well, thanos the great never gets hurt, OWH-

*she giggles, she accidently pressed his neck too hard, she's sorry about that, but he definitely didn't prove his point right* mina: heh, sorry.

Thanos: everyone gets hurt! It's..so like, whenever I go to the gy-

*mina interrupts him* mina: it's okay! You don't have to make up so much excuses.

Thanos: Excuse me?!

*mina laughs, damn, he's hot and funn- no no no, shut up. it was just a joke..* mina: Hey, uh..take this as a compliment or not, but you look like the type of guy that would attack groups of peo-

Thanos: HELL YEAH! I'm undefeatable!

mina: don't, don't attack groups of people unless you and nam-gyu are together, alright?

Thanos: what, so I'm wea- *thanos thinks a bit, mina said thanos looked like the type of guy to attack groups of people, if she calling him strong and flirting with hi-

mina: and I'm not flirting with you.

*She is flirting, or..she just doesn't know she's flirting.*

Thanos: well, I can't keep, such promises.

Mina: come on! I trusted you that you can kill people, why no-

Thanos: shh..just look at me. *hes just trying to look all seductive and romantic and hot, but it is kinda worki-*

Mina: im gonna..go to the bathroom.

*'thank god that interrupted' mina thought, she was really just about to..*

*mina step foot in the bathroom, the shiny marble floor reflected her appearance, nobody was here, honestly, If all that killing is actually going to happen during the night, she might aswell stay here, not the best place to be in, but atleast she could take care of herself.*

*Mina thoroughly rinsed her face with the cold, tap water, she'd usually use a filter on her taps, but this isn't home. It's a graveyard that keeps getting new, dead visitors every single day. And the fact they didn't have any showers already confused her. As long as she's not staying here for long - she can restart wearing her cold, refreshing face masks, she had a stack of them*

*Mina always felt the need to look perfect, or do anything perfectly, but eve since she joined this place, even before the killing happened. Yet, somebody actually like her for it.*

*She thinks about her memories, she used to be quite popular in high school, but..she always felt a bit insecure, that if she isn't 'little miss perfect' people would start making fun of her.*

Mina: ah, that's too..depressing.

*she looks in the mirror, and imagines the stack of skincare she had in every drawer and cabinet, she uses skincare so much, she'd probably be fine without it for 3 weeks, but either way, she likes the feeling of her glowy-glass like skin when she uses products.*

*mina unties her hair, having hold of the scrunchie that was tightly clinging onto her hair all day, she feels much better, scratching through her hair and straightening it.*

*she gasps for air, she sees a tiny little cabinet underneath the sink, opening it, you can see the rusty pipes and a 5 pars of fresh toothpaste, and atleast 50 toothbrushes, thank god.*

*she brushed throughout her teeth, she does it in a circular motion to get every spot, bleh! She spits the remaining out, rinsing her mouth with water.*

*she walks back to the dormitory, before that haunting voice echoes throughout the room*

SPEAKERS: Lights off in 5 minutes.

*5 minutes?! She thought, in didn't really sting to her right, she swears that she was in the bathroom for 20 minutes, that's just time.*

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Welp, that's Chapter three, I've been doing nothing today but working on this and making illustrations of the AU.

I don't really have any inspiration to give out based on this chapter. As soon as I post this, I'll be working on ch. 4.

Oh, and if you have any fanart to give out, that would be highly appreciated, and I'll g/ you a shout out, (though not immediately)

If I REALLY like the fanart I'll allow you to give me a summary of a scene in the next chapter.

[nephilimeq]

Accidentally in Love

Prompt: Didn't Realize They Were Dating

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161775760

Buck stared at the calendar that he and Tommy left on the front of their fridge, checking to see when they were next going to the farmer’s market, as they were getting low on a few things that he needed for his next dinner dish that he wanted to try out.

He heard Tommy come in from the garage and called out over his shoulder, “Hey, babe, you need more organic apples for your smoothies?”

“Nope, switching over to blueberries,” his boyfriend replied.

Buck smiled at that, loving the fact that Tommy constantly switched between fruits every few weeks. He’d go on a kick for about a month at a time, all depending on whatever suited his mood, nothing to do with what was in season, and then would use only that fruit and talk obsessively about it during that time, going on deep dives in the same way that Buck usually did with his own interests. It was one of those things that he’d found out about him after they had started dating a second time, his obsession at the time being pears.

He made a note on their shopping list and then looked at when their next time having the kids over was supposed to be. After their weekend with all five of them, they had found that they wanted to do it again and so had made the arrangements…and from the look of things, it was still another three weeks until the sleepover.

Buck then sighed as he noted the lack of date nights on their calendar.

In fact, it had been a while since they’d gone a date, now that he thought of it.

They’d had their beach weekend, as well as their date two months ago for Valentine’s Day, but since then they hadn’t gone out for another date. Had they become complacent? He hated to think that after just a few months of living together, they had already fallen into a rut.

Feeling a bit unsettled, he looked at the rest of their calendar.

Under Thursday it said, 2pm p/u new gym equipment. Tommy had found a better lateral lift set up than the one he had and had made a deal with the guy online to trade it for some free car maintenance, and then they would be loading it into the back of his truck and bringing it home. Friday had a small note scrawled in red pen, Muay Thai practice w/ Evan, and on Saturday it said, farmers market, 11am, and as much as he enjoyed doing both of those things with him, he couldn’t help but feel like they had become a habit.

“Hey, uh…we should do something Saturday night,” he suggested as Tommy walked into the kitchen, wiping himself down with his workout towel.

His boyfriend gave him a look.

“Yeah, sure, I guess if you really wanna go out,” he said, opening the fridge and giving the shelves a once over. “But we have that amazing new recipe we were gonna try and I was finally going to get you to watch Serendipity with me—but if you want to, we can find something else to do…”

Buck shook his head.

“No, not…I mean, like…like a date. I thought we could go on a date,” he said, somehow feeling as flustered as he’d been when Tommy had first asked him out, and his boyfriend looked up from where he was seemingly debating whether or not their cheese was still good and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Evan, are you asking me out?” he said with a flirtatious smirk, popping out his hip, and he huffed out a laugh and shook his head a second time and said, “Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, c’mon, Tommy. Between the trips to the farmer’s market and the Muay Thai and the-the random trips to trade either my baked goods or your car maintenance skill for some new thing for the garage or the home gym, we don’t…we’ve not exactly been doing all that much,” he finished, feeling a bit put on the spot.

Tommys brow furrowed, and he gave Buck a look…

…and then he said, “Evan, we go out all the time. Do you not remember that cupcake place we went to yesterday?”

Buck shuffled his feet and replied, “Well, yeah, but that’s because you were searching for a new place that had some decent gluten free options after your doctor told you that you had a sensitivity,” and grabbed at the towel over his shoulder, needing something in his hands.

His boyfriend raised an eyebrow.

“Two weeks ago, we had lunch at the new place that Hen’s been telling you about for the past month, and just last week we went to the private tour that I gifted you for Valentine’s Day,” he added, and Buck nodded.

“Yeah, but that lunch was because neither of us had time to go home to pick up the leftovers that we were supposed to have,” the younger firefighter explained away a second time, still not sure why his boyfriend kept on giving him a look. “And-and the tour was a gift, and you’re not really a fan of that sort of thing, so it doesn’t count…”

His voice trailed off and he stared at Tommy, trying to figure out what was going on…

And then the older man started laughing, his eyes crinkling up in the corners as he shook his head and said, “Oh, god, you are so cute…”

Buck felt off-footed at his boyfriend’s amusement and stood there in the middle of the kitchen with a dish towel in his hands feeling like he had missed some part of their conversation—and then Tommy moved towards him and said, “Babe, we go out on dates all the time. Did someone tell you that a date had to have dinner or sex to make it a date?” he asked jokingly, and Buck flushed, not wanting to admit that he had thought it had to have some sort of romantic component to make it a date.

“Uh, I…uh I thought that one of us had to at least ask the other person out,” he hesitantly said, and Tommy grinned and replied, “I mean, yeah, sure, that’s always nice, but every single time we go out, just the two of us, and it doesn’t involve groceries,” he amended, “Then…yeah. I think of it as a date…”

Buck raised an eyebrow.

“You do?”

Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, I do love our nicer dates, for sure, but I’ve been trying to make sure that we do things together every week so that neither of us feels neglected,” he explained, moving in closer than before and hooking a finger through one of firefighter’s belt loops. “If you want something nicer, though, to be reminded that you’re still being romanced, we can do that, too. I don’t want you to feel like I’m neglecting you…”

Buck felt his heart swell in his chest at his boyfriend’s sweet words and he tilted his head and regarded him softly, and then said, “You’re not neglecting me.”

“…But you’d like something fancy once in a while?”

He licked his lips. Nodded.

Tommy gave him one of those crinkly smiles that he loved so much and said, “I can do that. Hell, I love seeing you dressed up in a suit, so I’m not complaining. How about this, then.” He wrapped his arms around Buck’s waist. “Once a month I take us out someplace where we have to dress up. Doesn’t have to be expensive, but it does have to be an excuse where we get to see each other all fancy, and we can end the night with hot and sweaty sex every time. Does that sound good?” he asked, squeezing his waist…

…and Buck nodded a second time and said a bit emphatically, “Hell, yes. Besides, this means I get to see you in a suit, and that’s always a good thing, too,” and they grinned…and then leaned in at the same time and kissed, and Buck melted into the heat of it, never getting tired of feeling Tommy’s lips on his own.

Just as things started to heat up, however, his boyfriend’s phone suddenly went off.

“Mmf, have to get that,” he said, pulling away from the kiss to answer it.

He briefly glanced at the screen—and then Buck stared as the airman coldly and abruptly walked away from him as he took the call, catching a few words from the other end of the line that didn’t quite make sense, but he knew it was a man’s voice, and Tommy looked far too serious as he mouthed to him, ‘I’ll take it in the garage’, and then disappeared back where he had come from.

Okay, so they had some more dates planned—but what the hell had just happened?

Seconds ago they had been well on their way to nice, hot makeout session…but then with one phone call it had stopped?

Usually if someone called while they were making out, Tommy would let Buck go to town on his neck and jawline while he took the call and tried to make them finish it up as quickly as possible without them being any the wiser that anything was going on. It was a sort of game for the two of them to see how long the airman could keep quiet as Buck did his best to make him lose it enough to hangup on the person on the other end.

Instead, he was being given the cold shoulder.

Confused by the mixed signals, he went back to cleaning up the kitchen...and then less than a couple minutes later, his boyfriend was back, plastering himself to his back, saying into his ear, “Sorry about that, it was a work call. Looks like I’m gonna have to switch shifts with Lucy next week. I’ll be working Tuesday and Wednesday, instead of Wednesday and Thursday. You okay with that?”

Buck did his best to act unaffected, nodding and saying, “Yeah, that’s fine,” but fully knowing that it hadn’t been Lucy on the line.

It had been a man.

…why was his boyfriend lying to him?

But before he could think on it for too long, two warm hands slid down under the front of his sweatpants and a hot, wet mouth was on his ear, and everything was forgotten, especially when gentle teeth began to tug at his earlobe, short circuiting his brain in the best way possible, erasing any questions he had in his mind.

“So, I was thinking,” Tommy panted into his neck. “Saturday night, we skip the stay at home date and instead I take you out to this little place I know that has a dress code. How does that sound?”

He stared for a moment—and then nodded.

“Yeah, that-that sounds great,” he replied as his boyfriend’s hands dipped down even further and teased at his hips, fingers going dangerously close to where he really wanted them, his mouth now firmly attached to the back of neck where it felt like he was about to leave a very nicely sized bite mark. Buck let out a soft whine and panted as Tommy finally put his hand on his rising erection at the same time he bit sharply against his skin.

“Da…daddy,” he gasped out and he could feel Tommy grin against his neck as he said, “Yeah, I got you, baby boy…wanna take this upstairs?” and he nodded, soon all thoughts of the odd phone call erased from his mind as his boyfriend hauled them both upstairs to their bedroom.

It could wait.

[hathorneheiress]

Dangerous woman.

After a chaotic dinner with the Hawthornes, Lyra was ready to retire to her room for the night. It wasn't the that disliked her boyfriend's odd family, quite the opposite. But she had listened to enough riddles and weird cryptic talk to last her for a long time.

Sighing, she closed the door to her luxurious bedroom. Letting her lose, she slipped into a dark blue silk nightgown, it's neckline coming dangerously low. Good thing no one would be seeing her in this state.

A talented dancer, Lyra enjoyed listening to music often. Even though it wasn't her own room, the Hawthornes had allowed her to rearrange and add anything to it like it was. And one of those things was her own old record player with records.

She pulled one that held many different songs in one. "Demons" by Imagine Dragons came blasting through in no time.

What a fitting song, as everyone had demons, some more than others, she thought as she slowly walked toward the window. The full moon was out, and she wanted to admire it before bed.

As she glanced out the window, she caught sight of her boyfriend swimming in the crystal blue water below.

Grayson Hawthorne, grandson of the late, but by no means missed Tobias Hawthorne, not only was he one of the most beautiful men on the planet, but he was also her boyfriend, though Lyra still couldn't believe it was true.

They had been dating for a little over a year, but there was still so much more she still didn't know about him. Though if there was one thing she did know, was that he was still the biggest, but lovable asshole ever to live.

His pace never changed as she watched him. It was at that exact moment that the music changed. "Dangerous woman" came blaring through the room.

Don't need permission, made my decision to test my limits

Lyra let the words sink into her. Both her and Grayson had made decisions that not everyone would have approved of. But they didn't need anyone's permission either. They were grown adults, and they had pushed each other to the limits to many times to count.

I'm locked and loaded, completely focused, my mind is open.

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don't you stop, boy.

Lyra's skin began to crawl as her face flushed with embarrassment. It wasn't hard to let the thoughts that she had controlled for so long come rushing out. How could watching her boyfriend swim feel so enchanting?

She didn't want him to stop as he swam with a grace like no other. Oh, those strong, powerful arms as they stroked the water like it was nothing. How many times had she imagined him wrapping them around her?! Holding her close and telling her she's his.

Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

Lyra never had considered herself dangerous. Ruthless, sassy, and not afraid to say her thoughts? Definitely.

Nothin' to prove and I'm bulletproof and Know what I'm doing.

If only that true. When Lyra first met Grayson she had every reason to prove to him. That she was strong, better then him, that could beat him in anything. Both wore layers of bulletproof masks to protect themselves. But it became evident that both didn't know what they were doing and they were willing to become alley's and then that became more.

Now, with him by her side, she didn't have to prove herself. She was enough. He was enough.

Oh, yeah Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman.

But man, music sure had a way of opening channels in your brain you never knew existed.

Maybe she should imagine everything she knew hadn't happened yet. All those sweet moments she envisioned but never thought possible.

Just then, Grayson came out of the pool.

You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout)

If only he did. They way his long, muscular, powerfully built legs came striding out of the pool. The water dancing around them, highlighting every vein. The way he elegantly shook his mane of thick blond hair. The way the water flew off. Just like out of a movie.

All girls wanna be like that.

Surely all girls have wanted this moment to happen to them. Watching this enchanting event happening before them, only wishing he knew that you were watching.

As if Fate decided to take hold of her predicament, Grayson looked up from where he was standing.

Well shit

Lyra's breath hitched in her throat. She couldn't run, not now. Not with him looking at her like that. And then he did something she had never seen before.

The bastard smiled at her.

(Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you, boy)

Not a small smile. No, it was slow, sly. Almost coy even. For a brief moment she wondered if Jameson had switched into Grayson's body. But that was not the case.

Dammit.

Yup, she was doomed.

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