#i would love to hug him when he's all soft and kinda sad and just :((

[httpiastri]

i‘m so soft fir clem too!! i hust really want to give him a hug some times 🥹

oh when does he not deserve a big big cozy hug???? 🥺

[jamminvroomvroom]

🎀 anon

congrats on 5k

hey bb ! i’ve been brainrotting on insatiable lando and his gf for weeks now omg

for a cute lil fic i was thinking of reader being max f’s sister and lando and her being secretly together. they’re all on vacation together and lando and reader are super insanely insatiable and the story on how they act on vacay 😈😈

anywhere she wants.

ln x fem fewtrell!reader

in which no one approves of your relationship, so lando shows them just how good he is to you…

oh my sweet 🎀 anon, i’m sorry this took so long! slowly getting back into the groove of writing, starting with this little piece! i went a bit off script but the vibes are hopefully similar to the request! huge thanks to angel bby @fairene for helping me out!enjoy! lemme know what you think!! big hugs and lots of love 💖

songs to set the mood: my love mine all mine by mitski, i know places by taylor swift, she will be loved by maroon 5, summertime sadness by lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, fluff, angst, a bit of exhibitionism kinda, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, established relationship, max being a dick, angry/feral!lando, girlboss!reader, hints of ownership kink? for like. a second, lando being wise (not canon lmao), swearing

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fairy lights drench the pool with light, a glow dancing over the still surface in ripples. you smile, hum with content as the warm evening air washes over your skin, leaning over the balcony to take in the sight of where you’ll be staying.

footsteps sound from behind you, the master bedroom, and you quickly feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, tan and thick. you lean into his touch, chest warming from the kisses peppered over your jugular.

“you like it?” lando breathes, nosing over your earlobe.

“it’s beautiful.” you whisper, turning your head to nuzzle against him. he seizes the opportunity to seal his lips over yours, kissing you soft and deep. you spin in his arms, clutching at his shirt to hold him close, the kiss intensifying, changing pace. just as he licks into your mouth, a sigh, so loud that it breaks the sound barrier, tears you both apart.

“so is that all you two do now, suck each others faces?” max rolls his eyes, his disapproval of your relationship one of the worlds worst kept secrets.

“yes, max. that’s all we do.” you mock, biting back at your older brother.

because of course you’re dating your brothers best friend. of course you are. life is funny like that.

lando stays silent, but you feel his hand on your waist tightening. max swallows hard.

“we ordered pizza, if you guys wanna come down.” max bulldozes through the awkwardness, offering an olive branch, and leaves.

“he is such a knob.” you mutter, shaking your head. lando strokes tentatively over your cheek, soothing you.

“he’s your big brother, baby. he’ll get over this.” lando coos reassuringly, and you choose the easy path of believing him.

you and max occupy opposite ends of the excessively large dining table when you join the rest of your friends.

the tension has been palpable between you and max since he caught you sneaking out of lando’s london flat one morning, the reason for your visit quite clear. you’d stood with your ear to the door when he’d stormed past you and entered the apartment, making you more than aware that your presence was unwanted when he quickly slammed the door behind him.

you’d endured the one-sided screaming match that followed, the accusations that lando must be playing with your feelings, that it would never work out, that it wasn’t fair at how exposed you’d be to the cruelty of his fan base, that he couldn’t believe how low lando would stoop to date his little fucking sister.

you wanted to understand, and really, you tried!but max hadn’t made it easy, constantly pushing your buttons and making needless digs at the both of you. lando convinced you that this holiday during the summer break would be healing; max would get to see how much lando cared for you, and everyone got much needed time to relax. so, with your friend group in tow, the three of you jetted off to the tiny spanish island.

surely, everything would be fine.

-

everything was not, in fact, fine.

you can smell it in the air, the tension building thick and heavy. everyone thought they were slick, waiting for lando to leave so they could corner you, and corner you, they did.

lando had kissed you sweetly by the sliding doors to the garden, popping his airpods in and shouting a quick: going on a run! to the rest of your holiday party. you’d sauntered carelessly to a lounger, bikini clad, sprawling out across the chair to tan and watch the who can do the best canon ball into the pool competition that has become a long running championship. but you can feel stares, feel the walls closing in, and you push your sunglasses up to rest over your hairline.

max and pietra are locked in on you, as are the rest of your friends.

“what?” you feel hot, embarrassed all of the sudden for no reason at all.

“so, it’s going well, then… with lando?” one of your girlfriends starts, but it sounds extra high pitched, awkward. your stomach sinks as you realise the pathetically choreographed dance about to take place.

“for fuck sake.” you mutter.

“she’s just asking!” max shoots back, as if he’s offended, as if you can’t see right through him.

“it’s going great.” you state, blunt as ever whenever your relationship is questioned.

“we just wanna make sure that this is right for you.” pietra says sympathetically, her eyes soft. you’ve known her long enough to know that even though her dickhead boyfriend is being callous, she genuinely cares.

“lando is right for me, you are all so full of shit! i don’t get what it is that you’re seeing.” you try and keep your voice level, even as your blood pressure begins to rise menacingly.

“it’s not so much what we see between you, it’s more about what he was like before.” tom jumps in.

ah, yes. the infamous hoe phase.

“because no one here ever fucked around.” you glare pointedly at your brother. he lowers his gaze.

“are we sure this isn’t just a… a fling?” pietra tries again, staying soft. her words still sting.

“yeah, i know him better than you do, and i-“ max’s voice cuts you like a thousand shards of glass and you body ignites with rage.

he knows him better? what does he know?

does he know that lando can’t sleep without telling you that he loves you? does he know that lando cried into you arms after his miami win? does he know that lando feels itchy if he doesn’t tell you that you’re beautiful at least eleven times an hour? does he know that you’re so crazy about his gorgeous, loving, infuriating best friend that you’re prepared to tell your brother where to go and to never come back?

“shut the fuck up, max. you know nothing! nothing about our relationship because you never gave us a chance. you don’t see how much i love him because every time you see us together, you’re hellbent on destroying our happiness.” you point angrily, standing from your chair. before you turn to the house, you leave them all with a parting message.

“and all of you will do very well to remember who paid to bring your bitter arses here. remember whose fucking house you’re in.” you lecture, watching as they all turn sheepish as they realise how ungrateful they sound.

“i don’t think i have anything to add.” you hear from behind you.

you jump, turning to see lando leaning against the door.

“shit, baby.” you breathe, rushing towards him, your skin crawling as you wonder how much he’s heard.

“forgot my phone.” he shrugs, smiling warmly at you. only at you. “now unless anyone has anything to add, i’m gonna take my very, very serious girlfriend upstairs.” he grins smugly.

the silence is so deafening that you couldn’t of even heard a pin drop if you’d tried.

you hold up your middle finger as he leads you away.

your bedroom door slams so hard that they must hear it outside. he’s tense, enraged at the disrespect that you’d endured, but he’s soft with you, pulling you into his rigid body. he relaxes into you, walking you further into the room.

“how much did you hear?” you whisper, clinging to him.

“oh, you know, just all of it.” he laughs bitterly, fingers sinking into your hips.

“they’re assholes.” you growl, threading your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes it.

“there is one good thing about it though.” lando hums, still guiding you deeper into the room. your back thuds softly against the sliding glass door, the one that leads to your balcony.

“what?” you breathe, suddenly extremely aware of his lower body.

“you’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad.” he smirks.

turns out, he didn’t steal you away to mope.

his lips crash against yours fiercely, teeth and tongue getting in on the action as he moves his mouth feverishly against your own. your neck tilts back, allowing him to swallow you whole, like his life depends on the feeling of you pressed against him. he trails kisses over your cheek, across your jaw, down your neck, two fingers grazing your ribcage. he snaps the tie of your bikini against your skin, stone cold aware of the lack of clothing adorning your body and he hums low from the back of his throat.

“they need to learn that you’re mine, that you’re always gonna be mine.” lando grunts, pulling away to slide the door open. he pushes you out onto the balcony, the one that overlooks the very pool that your friends and your brother are licking their wounds around.

“lando…” you gasp, weary of his overly adventurous attitude.

“maybe this will make them realise just how crazy you make me.” lando looks possessed, moving towards you like a wild animal engulfing its prey.

he cages you in against the wall, pulling one leg over his hip to spread you open, his fingers travelling to the flimsy tie of your bikini bottoms. you’re already soaked, embarrassingly so, really, but there’s just something about those gorgeous, haunted eyes. lando let’s the bottoms fall to the floor, kicking them away impatiently as he quickly finds home between your legs.

“think anyone else can get you this wet?” lando asks, eyes rolling back as he finds your slick folds. your jaw drops, already boneless at the feel of him. “answer me, baby. nice ‘n loud for me.” he demands.

“no, lan.” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand. he’s teasing, stroking lightly over your folds and your sensitive bud.

“and can anyone else make you feel this good? i mean, baby, i’ve barely touched you and you’re shaking.” lando’s teeth catch his bottom lip, his eyes glazing over as he watches you.

“lando, please.” you mutter, grinding down on his hand. you need more of him. he grins, flashing his teeth with pride as he renders you desperate.

“my pretty girl fucking my hand, god, you’re so perfect.” lando praises, earning a moan from your kiss-swollen lips. “bet they can hear how soaked you are, baby.”

you flush red, shame and embarrassment blurring the pleasure and you press a tense hand to your mouth, trying to silence the waterfall of whines.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he warns, sliding his fingers deep into your pussy. he gives you no time to adjust, curling them upwards and rocking his whole hand against you. his palm bumps against your clit and you writhe against the wall.

there’s no point covering your mouth, there is no hiding what’s happening. you let him have you how he wants you, a consolation for him having to hear his friends badmouth him, and he takes every liberty, mouthing at your covered tits, lapping over your peaked nipples. you cry out, weak as he manipulates your body closer to an orgasm, your wetness trickling down his wrist.

“so good to me, baby, only you, lando.” you choke, your voice echoing between the stone walls.

“that’s it, honey, make a mess for me. let ‘em hear you pretty girl.” he encourages, talking you straight into your first orgasm.

you tremble, gushing all over his hand as you cum, droplets splattering all over the paved floor. lando’s eyes turn black, mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, riding you through it.

lando let’s you cool down, propping you carefully against the wall, and leaning over the balcony. funnily enough, max is long gone, but the rest of them sit in stunned silence. he can’t help himself, driven mad by your quivering body and their cruel jabs, choosing whatever the opposite of the high road is. he reaches into his pocket, finding his credit card.

“get out of the villa that i paid for so i can fuck my girlfriend anywhere she wants.” he shouts, watching the way their necks snap up to look at him, revelling in their reddened faces that are not just flushed from the sun. “take this. have dinner. just fuck off.” he frisbees his card at tom, - rather carelessly really, considering just how much there was to lose on that little black square - and he revels in the way it lands square against his forehead.

they all stand up and scurry away, as few faint sorry’s! carrying through the air towards the couple on the balcony, but lando has more important business to attend to.

he scoops you up into his arms, grinning at your coy smile and your drooping eyes. he carries you to bed, planting you in the middle of the mattress.

“not done with you yet, baby, open those eyes for me.” lando coos, crawling over you, his shirt and workout shorts flung to the other side of the room. he feels delicious against you, caging you in beneath him.

“want you, lan.” you plead, a desperate smile on your face as you keen, stretching against the mattress like a cat.

“you’ll have me, baby. always gonna have me.” he smiles, eyes finding yours. “i love you.”

“love you so much.” you whisper, pulling him flush against you. “no matter what.” you affirm. he needed to hear that, it seems, his eyes sparkling with something else, other than the sheen of lust.

he kisses you, firm and wanting, his fingertips sliding up over your arms, leaving prickles of lightning and goosebumps in their wake. one of his hands interlocks with yours, twining together above your head, his body stretching languidly over yours. you can feel him, hard and throbbing between your legs, teetering on the knife edge of self control.

“take me, lando. have me how you want me. ‘m yours.” you croon, disguising a helpless whine as you arch your body into his. you’re squirming for it, to feel him sink deep and claim you his.

that seems to usher him along, and he drags his cock through your folds with a slow roll of his hips, the head catching your sodden entrance. you hiss, the intrusion not even nearly enough, but the sensation overwhelming you nonetheless. he slides into you carefully, stilling when his hips hit flush against yours. you do not want careful.

“fuck me.” you groan wetly, hot breath fanning his face as your mouth instinctively fills with saliva. you’re close to drooling for him.

“beg.” he snaps, jaw tight as he battles his natural instinct to utterly ravage you. “beg me to show you that i own you.”

your legs quiver, pussy clenching around him and he cannot help but buck his hips and suppress a whine. he styles it out, tantalisingly slow as he rolls his hips, grinding against your pleasure point, your slick walls. blood rushes in your ears, your body feral with need. you can’t even tease, disobey him for the fun of it, not when he’s wound you up so delectably. your body keens for him, hums with the sparks, a live wire.

“don’t wanna be able to walk when you’re done,” you slur, beginning to ramble. “want to feel you so deep that i’m ruined. ‘m yours, lando. have me.” you plead.

pleasure shoots through him, then, rapid and unwavering. he’s unforgiving as he rails into you, immediately stoking the fire in your belly. all of his body weight is on you, sweaty skin sticking and slapping as his hipbones bruise into yours.

“is that how you want it, huh, baby?” he manages to growl, scooping up your wrists in one big paw, his other hand working down the planes and curves of your body. he finds the triangles of your bikini top, hastily tearing them down just enough so that your tits spill out. all for him. all his. “look at this perfect fucking body,” his breathe hitches, awestruck. “is it all mine?”

you cry out, nodding shamelessly as he ghosts his fingers around the swell of your nipple, switching to the other when he’s satisfied with the peak. he alternates between them, twisting and tugging, barely there and all too hard. you can only plead his name and tighten around his cock.

once he’s overstimulated your chest, he works his fingers further down your body, stopping now and then to dig into your flesh, appreciating the soft feeling of your skin under his calloused hands.

“and this hot, little cunt… is this mine, too?” lando breathes, right against the shell of your ear. his thumb presses hard against your thrumming clit, smearing your slick over the bud. “to play with? is it baby?”

“god, yes.” you manage to bellow, the strained words tearing over your vocal chords.

“yes, what?” lando snaps, slapping lightly over the bundle of nerves.

“it’s yours!” you sob, choking on your own voice.

“to…?” lando coaxes, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips as he looks at you expectantly.

“to play with.” you stutter, cheeks tinged hot with embarrassment that seeps down your neck and between your sweat-dampened bodies.

“that’s my good girl. my pretty, pretty girl.” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“‘m so close.” you breathe, writhing up the mattress, his body atop your inescapable. he toys with your clit, pinching the electrified nerves, watching how you buck your hips and leak onto the mattress. he’s covered in you, his belly glistening in the sunlight that washes over you, sealing you forever in this golden, sparkling moment.

“want me to cum all over your tummy, baby? mark you mine?” lando gasps, driving into you with one goal in mind. he has to get you there, wants to be painted in the remnants of your pleasure and hung up in every art museum in the world. if only he wasn’t so selfish, yearning to keep this stunning sight to himself for the rest of his life.

“n-no,” you pause, your jaw going slack for a moment as he circles your clit just right, grinds his hips so deep. “inside me.” you beg.

“fill me up.”

his vision blurs.

lando just about folds you in half, carnal desire surging through his veins. the hand keeping yours suspended over your head falls away, finding your navel where he applied a brutal, sweet pressure that leaves you blind and wailing. his other fingers busy themselves sinking into the meat of your thigh, dragging you backwards and forwards on his throbbing length.

your body goes limp, tears of pleasure trailing wetly down your face as your orgasm hits you, and lando can’t help but bury himself as deep as he can go. the rutting of his hips and the messy rub of his whole hand against your clit leaves you awestruck, sobbing into the air of the room. you’re covering him in waves, shivering as you grow overstimulated but you can’t help but chase the high. your violent quivers and dripping cunt make him whine, high pitched and divine, and he drops onto you, filling you up. he can’t seem to stop, painting you white from the inside out, watching the way it drips out of you, coating the base of his cock.

this can’t be over yet, he decides. he needs to hear you scream.

“lemme help you with that.” he mumbles, slinking down your body, eyes fixed solely on where you were joined together.

you don’t even get a chance to mourn the loss of him buried inside of you, no. you’re too busy pushing at his curls, pleading that he lets up, but he can’t. it’s not that he won’t, it’s that he quite simply can’t.

his tongue runs up the seam of your pussy, lapping over the mixture you’ve made and you can’t do anything but cry and thrash, white hot with pleasure and pain. its so good that it hurts, and you give in, knowing that he isn’t going to stop unless you say the magic words. lord knows, you won’t. lando knows you won’t.

it’s torturous, really, the way he sucks your clit into his mouth, drags his tongue over his mess and slips it right into your entrance. he swirls and sucks and nips and tugs. it’s like he’s turned a faucet on, watching hazily as you drip and drip, more of you and him seeping onto his tongue. he’s insatiable as he licks you clean, unable to resist luring you into a third orgasm.

and when it hits, god, does it hit.

the scream he pulls from your body is deafening, makes him shake with the intensity of it, the vibrations rippling through your body and ricocheting off of his. you relax limply into the mattress, urgently needing a break. you watch through hooded eyes as he slurps anything left of you from his reddened lips, your thighs clenching unconsciously. he just chuckles, flopping down beside you.

“tired, baby?” lando teases, stroking over your rapidly rising and falling ribs.

“just a tad.” you deadpan, unable to hold back the giggles as serotonin soothes you.

“oh, sweetheart. i’m not even nearly done with you yet.” lando grins toothily, deviously.

something he said about fucking you ‘anywhere’ you wanted dawns on you and your eyes widen.

-

anywhere really did mean anywhere.

he’d had to carry you to the shower when you were finally done, holding you close under the spray. you were lost to the memory of him pushing you into the sideboard in the hallway, laying you flat across the kitchen counter, eating you like dessert on the very same sun lounger that you’d been perched on when this whole marathon commenced.

you’re utterly spent, eyelids sagging when he finally sets you down on the sofa, playing on his phone while you fall asleep watching the office.

you’re curled up in lando’s lap, legs hanging over the end of the sofa when max finds you. hair still wet from the much needed shower and fast asleep in his best friends arms. he actively chooses to quell the disgusted curl of his lips. you look so peaceful, safe. his plans to throttle lando for his earlier stint subside.

“call me a wankstain on society later, if you want, but please don’t wake her up.” lando speaks with a hushed tone, not even gracing max with eye contact, his eyes remaining on the candies he’d been crushing before the other fewtrell turned up.

“i- no, i wasn’t gonna call you that. i did, however, consider driving that very nice, very vintage lambo you hired off a cliff.” max mutters. lando scoffs a laugh.

“you would have paid for it.” he still doesn’t look up from the phone. max eyes the way lando strokes your side, in time with the crests and falls of your breath. it’s tender, intimate.

max considers that there’s a strong possibility he was wrong.

“mate, listen-“

“nope. she’s your baby sister, i get it. i get it. you can hate me for it, but you crossed a line going after her like that.” lando finally looks up at max, glowering sternly.

“i’m gonna talk to her.” max bows his head, as if he’s ashamed of himself and lando softens slightly.

“you should, mate. she wants your support, your approval means everything.” lando says. “look, i love her. i really do. and while you were accusing me of trying to ruin her life, you were crushing her.” lando sighs, his voice wavering with a hint of pain. max meets his gaze.

“for the record, i don’t think anyone will ever be good enough for my little sister, but you come pretty fucking close.” max relents, pushing his pride aside, finally. lando smiles, small and knowing.

“i just wanna make her happy.” he shrugs, a look of hopeless romance, utter devotion and pure happiness radiating off of him in waves as he gazes down at your frame. something in max’s belly snaps, the apprehension dissolving to mush. he had gotten this all wrong.

“you do.” he hums, watching how you curl further into lando as you stir in your sleep, the drivers fingers delicately combing your hair away from your face. “but,” max quips.

lando grimaces, bracing himself.

“if you ever, ever, pull something like that again,” max shivers with disgust at the insinuation. “i will remove your bollocks and make you watch me crash the miura.” max swears, pointing a finger of warning.

“seems like everyone’s come to their senses, no more… pranks from me.” lando holds his free hand up in mock surrender.

“have you two kissed and made up yet?” you murmur, stretching out in lando’s arms. you rub sleep from your eyes, sitting up and leaning into your boyfriends solid frame, resting against him as your eyes flit to your brother.

“we’re good. ‘m, uh, sorry.” max nods, attempting to be heartfelt. lando chokes on a laugh as it falls flat.

“you’re “uh, sorry”?” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest.

“i’m really sorry.” max tries again, and you grin cheekily at your brother, watching as his shoulders release the tension they’ve been carrying all afternoon. he turns to leave, halfway to the door when you call out to him.

“hey, max?”

“yeah, lovely?” your chest warms at the sweet nickname. you’d forgotten the last time he’d called you that.

“wash your sheets.” your eyes blaze with amusement and you hear lando’s sharp inhale of breath, shocked that you’d gone there.

“you didn’t- my god, you did not-“ max splutters, his face almost green with nausea.

“you’ll never know for sure.” you grin. you think he’s going to faint.

serves the bastard right.

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Stu Macher x Fem!Reader where they are dating but the readers parents hate him so one night are 2:33 am Stu knocks on the readers window and she opens it it tells him to leave but before she can get a word out Stu is kissing her and telling her how much he misses her and one thing lead to, and so Stu had to push the readers head into her pillow so she didn’t wake anyone.

Sorry if the store request does not make any sense i’ve been wanting to request something from you for a while and this idea kinda came to my brain as I was falling asleep at four in the morning so I am very sleep deprived lol anyways I love your story. I hope you have a great day

Surprise Baby

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: +18 content, clingy and soft Stu, dirty talk, degrading, cursing, dom!Stu, p in v (w/o protection), sad Stu at the end (reader comforts him)

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: This was actually a very interesting request and Ik very well that our daydreams before we sleep are the best 🤭 I added something to the plot at the end, so I hope you still like it! Tysm, I'm so glad you like my writing! It always feels so gratifying whenever you guys tell me that &lt;33

Right now you're lying on your bed crying, while hugging your favorite bunny plush that Stu gave you for Valentine's Day. You'd just had an argument with your parents, since they weren't the biggest fans and supporters of your relationship with your boyfriend Stu Macher. You didn't understand why they didn't like him and didn't even make an effort to, even though Stu always made you happy and made your life more colorful and enjoyable from the moment you met him. Of course Stu had his flaws like everyone else, since perfection is impossible to achieve and that was fine by you. But not for your parents. They said that Stu distracted you from school, that he "lived" for parties and didn't give you your "precious" time to concentrate on your studies, because he always took you on dates so that he could spend more time with you, even when you said you were busy.

You perfectly knew that Stu wasn't a guy who would take "no" for an answer. Maybe it was because he'd always been spoiled by his parents and didn't understand the meaning of that word? Maybe he hated the fact that you would say "no" to him, because if you truly love him as you always say, why would you reject an opportunity to go out with him? Both answers to those questions are probably correct, because you knew that Stu didn't know how to respect your personal space either, not that you minded anyway. But your parents did and that was the problem. They even told you once that Stu was obsessed with you and that your personal life has also become his, as if it were his property. Maybe they were right about that, but that's how Stu showed how much he loved and cared for you and it always worked well in your relationship. And you really missed him.

Sleep didn't want to make its presence known, so you decided to watch your favorite show on your new tv. However, you still couldn't stop thinking about the argument with your parents. Of course you defended your boyfriend and were always on his side to protect him against anyone, even your own parents, but it did made you very upset... all you wanted was for your family to see how genuinely happy Stu makes you feel, how he always admired you and treated you as if you were the only woman to walk on earth and how he's so funny that it's practically impossible not to laugh because of some silly joke he's made until your cheeks hurt. You just wished your family accepted him and loved him as much as you did...

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when you heard your window being knocked on repeatedly. You screamed for a second, because you weren't expecting that to happen in the middle of the cold night. Nevertheless, you immediately felt relieved when you saw Stu standing there with his puppy eyes and big smile on his handsome face you loved so much. A wide smile appeared on your face the moment you realized your boyfriend wanted to surprise you and that he had actually made an effort to see you.

His giant body barely fit through your window and the way he clumsily tried to get into your room, like a cartoon thief, made you laugh until your belly started to get sore.

"Baby, what are you doing?? It's cold outside!" you asked worriedly, before you watched him fall face down on the floor as he let out an "ouch". You couldn't stop laughing at his poor attempt to sneak into your room, as he already knew that your parents would never let him in, especially so late at night. You looked over your bedside table, where your alarm clock was, to see what time it was, as it marked 2:33 am.

"Surprisee baby!" he shouted excitedly, with a contagious smile that didn't leave his face for a moment. His breathing was accelerated, which made you realize he had some trouble climbing up to your window. You felt your heart warming at his romantic gesture, yet you didn't want your parents to find out and kick him out of your house or worse.

"Be quiet babe, you're not supposed to be here! You need to leave Stu, my parents are gonna ki-" you were really worried about your boyfriend's safety, but Stu didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence, as he grabbed you firmly around your waist and began kissing you passionately with his long, skilled tongue. His hands were all over your body and his grip was tight, not allowing you to move away from him.

"Shh- don't worry about them. It's just us now. I've missed you so much, baby." he admitted, before kissing your neck eagerly. When he he'd had enough, he pulled you up by your hips and laid you down on your bed, his mouth never leaving yours. You couldn't help moaning as you felt his sweet, loving assaults on your body, his lips and big hands making you melt into his addictive touch.

"Love, we have to be quiet... and you're making it hard for me." by now you were feeling breathless, unable to contain your desire for your horny and needy boyfriend. Instinctively, you rubbed against Stu's crotch which made him groan in pleasure, as you could feel him already hard under his jeans. He began to gently pinch your nipples through the fabric of your short pajama top, enjoying and closely analyzing your reactions to his teasing touch.

"Looks like I have to shut you up so we don't get caught, baby..." the last thing you saw was a mischievous grin on your boyfriend's face, before he firmly turned you around so that you were on all fours for him. He pressed his erection against your ass, while his eyes rolled back as he put his head back from the stimulation and his mouth was slightly open. You were starting to enjoy this game way too much, to see who couldn't hold back their moans, and you made sure you would win this battle. You pushed your ass against him and started rolling your hips in a provocative way, knowing that Stu wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. He bit his lips at this and frowned, realizing what you were trying to do to him.

"My girl really wants to get some, huh? You wanna play dirty, doll? Do you really think you can win this game against me?" he laughed trying to mock you, making you feel pathetic if you really thought you could stay quiet with the way he was about to fuck you.

"Just fuck me already Stu, I can't hold it much longer..." you quickly gave up and decided to beg him for mercy, so you could feel him inside you for once. You were dripping by now and the thought of having to keep quiet so no one would catch you at such a vulnerable and intimate moment turned you on even more for some reason.

You finally felt him give you want you wanted, since Stu himself wasn't a very self-controlled guy when it came to you. You felt his tongue lick a long, firm strip from your throbbing clit to your pulsing, empty hole. This made you grip your pillow as hard as you could while he ate you out from behind. Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer like you'd hoped, as you didn't realize how horny and impatient Stu was feeling that night. Suddenly, you felt his fully erect cock enter you without any resistance, sliding easily into you because you were so wet with your cum and his saliva. He didn't give you any time to adjust to him as he usually did and started pounding you hard and fast. He knew you all too well, so he pushed your face against your pillow to prevent any sound coming out of your pretty mouth and kept his strong hand on your head. You prayed that no one would hear you both fucking like horny teenagers who can't control their sexual hormones. It wasn't your fault that you and Stu were so fucking attracted to each other and that your shared love was considered obsessive, right?

"You like that, don't you babygirl? You love it when I fuck you like this... You needy slut, can't get enough of your boyfriend's cock inside your tight hole. I bet your parents would be so embarrassed if they saw you getting fucked this good." he whispered in your ear before changing his angle to fuck you deeper. Wet sounds, your muffled moans and his heavy breathing were the only sounds being heard in your room, turning you both on even more. It didn't last much longer when you both came at the same time, since Stu was way too horny to hold his orgasm. He was so glad he'd made you cum before he climaxed inside you.

After the moment of ecstasy you both experienced, you lay there trying to catch your breath while staring at the ceiling. It was then that Stu pulled you closer to him and hid his face on your neck, clinging to you more than usual. He was acting way too needy and clingy, and wasn't trying to be the "dominant" one, which made you worry about him.

"Are you ok, love? Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked him softly as you caressed his hair and cheeks. You knew him too well to recognize whenever he wasn't feeling good, even when he was trying to hide it.

"My girl knows me so well." he chuckled weakly, trying to find the right words to tell you what was had been bothering him. After a moment of silence in which you tried to comfort him with your tender touches, he finally spoke. "My parents won't be able to make it for my birthday. Again." your heart ached for him, because you knew this problem had happened before. Although Stu's parents loved him and treated him right, they had never been very present throughout his life and that took a tool on his emotional behavior. That explained why he was so addicted to your attention and wanted you all to himself, all the time. It made you really sad that you couldn't help your boyfriend properly, because the presence of anyone's parents is irreplaceable.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, baby. I'm sure they're extremely busy with work and that's the only reason for their absence on such a special day. We both know that they love you and I'll be there for you to make sure you have the biggest party ever." you gently grabbed his face and smiled warmly at him, admiring his ocean eyes that reminded you of the maldivian water, as he stared back at you with pure love.

"I know you will. What would I do without you? You're the love of my life, you know that right?" you chuckled as you softly kissed his cute nose.

"I love you too, Stu... so much. You have no idea of how much love I have for you and no one ever will."

[uluvjay]

So long, London- L. Norris

Lando Norris x fem! Reader

In which you have to say goodbye

Warnings?; angst, toxic relationship, lying, cursing, lando being a bit of an asshole, crying, one sided love, feeling unwanted and lonely, this is kinda old and hardly proof read so i apologize for any errors!

Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away

You could tell when things when first got rocky, the way he went from being connected to your hip at all times to being as far away from you as possible.

The way his once lingering touch would now drop the second there were no longer cameras or people to keep an act up for.

How he couldn’t be bothered to give you more then a pathetic forehead kiss and small side hug when he would once kiss you breathless and hold you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe.

But you always did your best to pull him back in, sitting down and having talk after talk about how you were feeling and telling him that if he wanted to leave then he needed to instead of stringing you along.

The conversations always ended the same, him with soft tears in his eyes while you were sobbing, him telling you he’d change and do better and that you were were all he wanted.

And he’d make the changes he promised to, dates as often as possible, nights once against spent together, his eyes never straying from you.

But that only lasted so long before he was back to his old ways.

My spine split from carrying us up the hill

Eventually overtime the constant chasing and fighting had began to take its toll on you, and everyone had began to notice.

“Y/n Darling are you doing okay? You look exhausted.” Adam spoke from his spot next to you.

You smiled politely at your boyfriend’s dad, “yeah just haven’t been sleeping the best.” You shrugged the lie spilling effortlessly from your mouth.

You could tell that the older man didn’t believe you but instead of prying he just nodded and pulled you into a tight hug.

You hadn’t realized just how bad you needed that hug until you were silently crying in the man’s arms, body shaking as all of your built up emotions came spilling out.

Adam turned you two, his back facing the entrance of the garage incase any cameras decided to pan inside, not wanting them to catch you in this state.

“You know you can speak to me about anything right? Even if it’s my son, you’re apart of this family too.”

You wanted to laugh at the man’s words, in what world would you be able to open up to the man about the fact that you were almost certain his son didn’t love you anymore but both of you were refusing to let go.

“I know, thank you.” You spoke softly.

I didn’t opt in to be your odd man out

You only realized how bad things had gotten when you got a text from Max asking why you weren’t at dinner.

What dinner? I didn’t even know you were in town

When the Brit left you on read you understood that even he had began to connect the dots and that his best friend had been lying to the both of you.

He had told you he was going to a business dinner while he sat across from his best friend and told him that you couldn’t make it to dinner because you already had plans made prior.

Max was pissed to say the least but he wasn’t one to cause a scene and decided it would be best to bring it up with lando tomorrow when they went to play paddle.

“How was dinner with Max and P?” You questioned as he stepped in the living room.

“What’re you talking about? It was a bus-“

“Don’t even try it Lando, max texted asking where I was.” You scoffed before standing on your feet and heading down the hall towards your room.

“Fuck.” He groaned quickly following after you.

“Baby please, I’m sorry I lied-“ he tried but was quickly shut up by the bedroom door slamming in his face and the lock clicking.

“Sleep in the guest room, we’ll talk tomorrow.” You spoke and he could hear the sadness in your tone.

My friends said it isn’t right to be scared

“I just don’t know what more I can do, I try so hard and things just aren’t changing. I feel unwanted and uncomfortable in my own house, I’m anxious to even go home sometimes because I don’t know what the night will hold.” You ranted to Kika and Pierre as you laid on the lush carpet of their living room floor.

“Darling it isn’t right to be scared, you shouldn’t have to have these worries, this isn’t love.” The model cooed as she took a seat next to you and held your hand tightly.

“I know, but I look at him and for some reason I still picture a future and see the man I want to start a family with..I just don’t think he sees that with me anymore.” You shrugged sadly.

“Oh honey.” Kika whispered before laying beside you and throwing and arm over you, holding you tightly.

“I don’t know what to do.” You whispered to no one in particular but Pierre caught it.

“It’s not what you want to hear but as one of your closest friends I’m going to tell you the truth, it’s time to leave Y/n.” The boy began, also moving to sit on the carpet on your other side.

“You’re doing nothing but hurting yourself and we can all see how hard this has been on you, you’re not yourself.” He continued.

“Where am i supposed to go? I gave up everything back home to move with him, he’s been in my life since we were little kids, he’s all I’ve ever known.” You croaked, a small tearing escaping.

The couple shared a look, hating how their once bubbly and out going friend had became someone they didn’t recognize, a girl so broken and hurt.

“You can stay here until you figure something out, we have the room and with Pierre being gone for races and me working there’s hardly anyone ever here.” Kika spoke up.

“No-I couldn’t do that, I don’t want to intrude.” You shook your head.

“You’re not intruding, we’re asking you to stay, we don’t want you living like this anymore.” Pierre spoke up.

You took a moment to think about it, were you really going to pull the plug and leave? After spending all of your youth with Lando and giving him all you ever had?

“Okay.” You nodded.

Just how low did you think I’d go ‘fore I self-implode? ‘Fore I’d have to go be free?

A few weeks later while the boys were gone for a double header you and Kika packed everything you owned, boxes and boxes stacked into the back of the large car you’d rented.

You cried in the girls arms as you looked around the place you had called home for the past few years, hearing aching in your chest as it processed that this was it, it was over now.

You’d written a note, placed it on the kitchen counter next to the necklace you wore with his name on it and your key to the apartment along with the keys to the car he’d gotten you for your birthday.

You two hadn’t spoken in days so having to keep him from getting suspicious wasn’t hard, he’d have no clue that he’d return from a different country to find you and your belongings gone.

And that’s exactly what happened, the boy sighed as he slid his key in the lock, his body aching and exhausted from the back to back races and constant time changes.

“Baby?” He called stepping into the dark apartment, it wasn’t like you to be out at nine pm but he shrugged it off and pushed up the light switch that was next to the door.

However his stomach dropped as the apartment lit up, all of your shoes that had been on the shoe rack were gone, your favorite blanket that had always been on the back of the couch gone as well.

He dropped his bookbag before darting towards the shared bedroom, his heart racing as he found your vanity that once sat in the corner of the room gone, your side of the bed perfectly made as if someone had slept there in days.

Reality crashed down on him when he walked into the closet to find all of your things gone, your key to the safe sitting on top of one of the shelves and the boy couldn’t help but to open it up only to find that all of the expensive pieces he bought you were sat contently inside, your custom Richard Mille still right next to all of his.

Getting back on his feet he raced back into the entryway for his phone, however the sight of something on the kitchen counter caught his attention.

He felt tears prick his eyes at the sight of your necklace laying beside a folded up paper, the necklace he got you at seventeen, the necklace that you hadn’t taken off since the day he put it on you.

“She’s gone.” He whispered to himself, picking up the note and reading what you had to say, full on sobs escaping the boy by the time he had made it to the end.

And I’m just getting color back into my face

It was almost a year before he saw you again, he watched as you walked into Pierre’s birthday Party on Kika’s arm.

Your skin was glowing and the laugh flowing from your mouth was genuine as well as the smile that tugged on your lips.

He felt his stomach twist as he realized how good you were doing, how good and happy you looked, without him.

You wouldn’t admit it but your eyes had found him as soon as you walked into the venue, however you didn’t let him see the way that your heart hurt by just the simple sight of him.

However your best friend caught it and was quickly spewing out apologies, “I’m sorry, I told Pierre it was a bad idea bu-“

“Kika it’s okay, I know their friends as well, I’m not mad.” You laughed at the girl’s rambling.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” You smiled, “now let’s go get drinks and hit the dance floor.” You smirked dragging her towards the loaded bar.

You two ended up spending a good bit of time on the dance floor, dancing until your feet were aching and you decided it was time for a short break and some fresh air.

“I’m gonna get some air, I’ll be right back.” You spoke into your friends ear.

“Okay.” She smiled before spinning from your body into her boyfriend’s opened arms.

You smiled at the pair before making your way off the dance floor and to the small balcony on the floor above, allowing yourself to be cooled off by the soft breeze of the evening air.

You were so caught up in your relaxation that you missed the sound of the door opening and shutting or the presence of the British driver behind you until he spoke up.

“You left me.”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, the voice you hadn’t heard in nine months.

“It was for the best.”

“What just leaving? Not giving me any explanation or warning? You pretty much abandoned ship and left me hanging.” He scoffed.

“I abandoned the ship?” You scoffed, “Lando I fought day in and day out for us, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“But I loved you!, no actually I still do, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“If you loved me so much then where was the proof? Huh? Because I sat around hoping and praying to the gods above for you to change and for things to get better but they never did.” You cried.

“I was trying okay?! I was doing my best to make things better-I just needed time.” He exclaimed, his hands tugging on his messy curls.

You laughed at his words, turning back to face the skyline of the small city, the wind making the tears on your cheeks feel like ice.

“I explained everything in the note.” You mumbled after a few moments of silence.

“I know I read it..I-i just don’t know why you wouldn’t let me fix things.” He spoke.

“I tried Lando, so many fucking times. I waited and waited for you change and for you to realize how much I love you but you never did so I gave up, I couldn’t keep doing that to myself.”

You kept your eyes trained on the view of the city even as he came to stand beside you, your heart aching for you to lean into him and give it what it so desperately wanted, but you couldn’t.

“Is there ever going to be a chance for us again?” He spoke up.

Your body shook at his words, tears streaming down your face at this point, “I don’t think so Lan, I love you I really do I just don’t think we’re meant to be together anymore.” You whispered turning towards him.

“You’ll find someone one day, and I hope that you never put her through what I went through in the end. You gave me some of the best years of my life but, this is the end for us.” You cried, unconsciously reaching up to wipe the tears off of his tanned cheeks.

Your heart clenched at the way he leaned into your touch, his body yearning for you just as much as yours was for him.

“I’ll always love you.” He cried.

“I’ll always love you too.” You sobbed stroking his cheek one last time before placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips before stepping back and heading inside.

Leaving your past behind you and continuing to heal yourself.

So long, London..

[guksfairy]

✧WC: 1.5k

✧Notes: Idol Jungkook, Kpop Choreographer OC, exes, kinda happy ending?, SLIGHTLY inspired by All Night by ASTRO (stream) but it’s not sad :)), most likely a one shot

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Koo💗: It’s laughable how you pretend you don’t care about me

The first message was sent at 11 PM.

Koo:💗: opn pls

You stare at the message illuminating your face in the darkness of your room. It was 3:18 in the morning when your phone pinged with a message from Jungkook who you had broken up with just a week prior to this. With a light scoff you decide to not even respond to it let alone let him know you read it. You lock your phone and place it on your nightstand and cover your body once more in an attempt to go back to sleep.

Just as you are about to slip back into your sweet dreams you’re interrupted by loud banging coming from the front door.

Oh god.

“Y/N!!” he’s going to wake up your neighbors. Quickly throwing on a hoodie over your silk loose night shirt you do a little run to the front door.

“Baby please let me in! The key isn’t working,” his words are slurred and his hair is a mess when you open the door. Your home is illuminated from the hallway lights and a grin from Jungkook who doesn’t hesitate to hug you the moment his eyes land on yours.

“The key won’t go in the keyhole,” he slurs tucking his head into your neck basically putting his entire weight on you.

You can’t turn him away. He’s clearly drunk in the middle of the night. Besides, it’s not like you ended on the most horrible terms. You had simply pointed out he was too busy with his work and no longer gave you the attention you desired in this relationship. He was clearly against it but he too decided it was better for the both of you. Since then you haven’t bothered to text him too busy with friends, family, and most importantly work.

You let out a grunt and push him away without fully letting him go. “Jungkook go sit on the couch,” you point to an area he’s well familiar with. Having dated for 2 years after all but he whines and shakes his head. “No no I want to be with you,” he attempts to go back into your embrace but you stop him and repeat your instructions.

“Jungkook go sit on the couch. I’m going to prepare you a tea,” He holds your gaze allowing you to notice the tears forming in the corners of his doe eyes. “You don’t love me anymore,” Shit. What do you say to that?

You do still love him but would it be confusing to say the truth and confuse drunk Jungkook. He’s already proving to be enough work so you try to avoid answering.

“Jungkook I care about you which is why I’m going to make you a warm tea so you feel better later,” you say.

“So you don’t love me?” his tone is childish with a whine. Something that always made you give in to whatever he wanted to do. Like when he wanted to go to the arcade with you but you had to focus on something works related happening very soon. He convinced you with his cute doe eyes and tone.

You avoid his question once more before pushing the front door shut and turning on your living room lights walking him to the couch he bought you. He helped you move into this apartment 1 year ago and had a good laugh when he realized you barely had any furniture so he settled on buying it for you. You wanted to resist but he was very persistent so in the end you just let him. He let you choose which one and the following week it had arrived.

Letting him fall slowly on the soft surface you grab the throw blanket beside him and throw it over his body. You walk to your kitchen and grab the pot, filling it with water, and placing it on the stove.

“Baby I’m really tired. Let’s go to bed?” his voice is loud from the living room but you ignore it. You can’t have this conversation right now. He’s drunk.

As your grubbing the mug you hear his phone go off and him answering.

“Jin hyungggg,” his cheery tone seems to confuse the older because Jungkook’s response was, “Nothing I’m fine,” with his slurred speech not helping his case.

“No hyung I’m with my girlfriend,” his eyes seem to slowly close giving into exhaustion before he’s handing the phone over to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” his voice is shaky.

“Who else?” unless he was already with someone else who else would but you would he be with.

“Sorry I’m just out of it I think. Do you want Joon and I to go pick up the kid?” they seem to have already entered their car because the background goes quiet waiting for your response.

“I think you guys should just go home. It’s late and it’s not like I don’t know how to handle him,” you look at him noticing he’s only half conscious when your statement makes him smile.

“Are you sure? We don’t want to have him be a bother to you. You know with the whole…” you sigh before you tell them it’s fine and hang up placing the phone next to Jungkook realizing his screen has not changed. It’s still the picture he took of you on your trip to Japan for your first 100 days of dating. Your smile grows slightly before his phone turns off and you turn your heel back to the kitchen.

Resuming your act of serving his tea you grab his usual mug and pour his favorite tea into his favorite mug blowing on it and making your way back into the living room.

He’s snoring at this point but you don’t want his hangover to be too bad. He knows how to handle his liquor well but the hangovers were always present in the mornings. Never too bad but always there.

“Jungkook,” no response, “Jungkook,” earns you a minor hum from him, “Koo,” and that does it. His eyes open, not fully, and he moves a bit.

“Jungkook you should drink your tea,” you point to the mug previously set on your coffee table, also bought by him, in the hopes he grabs it and takes a sip but instead he looks at you nonchalantly and closes his eyes once more.

“Jungkook~” you shake him gently before he opens his eyes once more.

“Just drink this then you can sleep,” you say.

“I think we should just head to bed now, baby. I’m tired,” he says causing you to let out a deep sigh.

“Jungkook please,” he grunts but sits up as best as he can and takes ahold of the red and black mug and flinches when the liquid touches his tongue.

“Ow! It’s hot baby,” his eyes shut tight but you give no response. Instead you head back to your room and open your closet door picking the extra blankets and pillows before dragging them back to him.

“Do you want me to set this up for you?” You ask him. Watching him take another small sip, he looks up at you with his eyebrows furrowed when his sight lands on the bedding.

“Baby are you upset with me? Why can’t I sleep in your bed tonight?” You could be upfront but again are faced with the same dilema.

“I just-I’m not feeling too well. I don’t want you to catch anything,” your response seems to put his nerves at ease.

“I don’t mind it though you know that. Remember that time you had the flu and I came over and then I later got sick? I don’t mind it,” his argument only gets, “Jungkook that’s because we kissed while I was sick,” you place the items on the couch.

“I think we did more than kiss baby,” his teases cause you to softly hit his arm.

“You can set it up yourself,” making your way back into your bedroom his voice it heard again.

“Sweet dreams my love!”

“Goodnight!” You close your door not trusting yourself to deny him back in your bed. To sleep. Obviously. Nothing more.

With a heavy sigh you look at your clock reading 3:39 AM.

You still love and care for Jungkook but with his schedule and yours it just wasn’t right. He was busy with practice and performances while you were basically in the dance practice room constantly trying to perfect and teach dances for idols. Your work schedules constantly overlapped so when you got even the slightest amount of time with him you never took it for granted. Which is why the morning of when you turn and see Jungkook peacefully asleep in your bed you don’t care. You don’t push him off. You don’t get up. You forget about your breakup and allow yourself this. You let him hold you tightly like it’s the last because it very well may be.

[zsupika]

Love and Deepspace x Reader

> general relationship headcanons

A/N: I've been in the lnd fandom for a few weeks now and I'm so obsessed of this game. Keep in mind these are just some random things that I have in mind when I think of them in a relationship.

>> My requests are open if you have any ideas!

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

Xavier

I imagine him as a very caring boyfriend

He'd listen to what you have to say and whenever you have something that troubles you, try and find a solution

His favorite sleeping position has got to be spooning you with him being the big spoon

He just loves to embrace you and know that you're safe in his arms

While laying like that he loves to breath in your scent

And while you're asleep, he plays with your hair and softly glides his fingers along your skin

It calms him down, especially after aonh day of fighting wanderers

He also likes to go on missions together with he

He won't admit it but whenever you get assigned with a different partner than him, he gets so jealous

He just loves to spend time with you

He's more a listener than a talker

Through the entire year he takes notes on the things that you mentioned you wanted to have

When your birthday comes up he buys all those things for you!!

Although he loves to spoil you on valentines day with flowers, chocolate and lots of kisses, he doesn't really see a point in the day specifically

He buys you flowers every once in a while and doesn't understand why there would have to be a whole day dedicated for it

But if you see it as important, he definitely puts up an effort to make you happy and see a smile on your face

He always blushes when you get him something in return!

He prefers to give, more that receive

He also makes sure that you're nicely relaxed after a mission

While you sit on your chair he might come up from behind and give you a soft shoulder massage and some neck kisses to ease your mind and body

I imagine him to smell like lavender and fresh laundry

His favorite drink has to be iced coffee and water

In winter he'll also drink a hit chocolate with you

He loves to add cute toppings and make it delicious

Zayne

As we all know he's a doctor and always very busy

You see him a lot less than you would the other two boys

He appreciates it when you come to the hospital and visit him on his breaks

You'd remind him to relax and take it easy every once in a while

It makes him smile to know that you care for him so much

Him not being able to see you as much makes him sad, so he tries to make the few dates that you go on extra special

He always consideres your wishes and does whatever you desire

You want to stay home with him and watch a movie? Sure, he'd love to. You want to go out to a fancy restaurant? Yeah, he's down.

He has a hard time expressing his emotions with his words, so he's definitely more of a "actions over words" kinda guy

His love language would equal to "acts of service" and "quality time"

His hugs and kisses feel very intimate, because it's his way of expressing his emotions to you

He adores the fact that you understand him so well and that you respect his boundaries

He's a morning person for sure

He likes black coffee

For you he always makes sure that you're healthy

Whenever you get a little sick, he's always worried about you and tries to prevent it with all that he can

It makes you chuckle how much he can get worked up over a little cold

Once you get better he makes sure that you stay healthy and happy

Rafayel

Starting of with a very basic headcanon but I think he'd paint you

But not in the way in which you might think

He wouldn't only paint full on portraits of you but he'd incorporate you into his art in a very different way

He'd draw the landscape of your favorite places

He would use your eye color as the background color of a beautiful still-life

You being around him would inspire him to draw freely without any restrictions

Your laugh would make him move his brush in the same rhythm

Sometimes he'd let you help him with a painting

He also loves to go and search for different ways to create paint with you and look for ingredients

I think even though he's very sassy and bold most of the time, when it comes to intimate moments he'd be rather shy

He blushes a lot!

And definitely has a hard time keeping eye contact with you in those moments

His kisses are more soft and caring than you might think at first

In my eyes he'd be the furthest thing from rough in any intimate situations

He holds you as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could break at any second

He feels like you're the only one who he can let his emotions out on, without feeling judged

Loves sleeping on top of you like a weighted blanket

Slightly snores but not very loud

It's more of a heavier breathing

As we know he's very ticklish

When you two are playfighting you can definitely take advantage of that

He'll be a whining and whimpering mess

Do with that what you want

[9toji]

Can u do make up seggx please (and with a wholesome aftercare with a lot of apologizing) 😭😭😭 with either toji nanami megumi getooo !!! <33 ty

I really love ur works btw 💗

A UNIQUE FORM OF SORRIES + toji, geto

tags ; nsfw, mean doms turned soft, they're so sorry for mistreating you, toji's position is mating press, while geto's is missionary, cockwarming (toji), mentions of wanting a child (toji), tons of sweet words thrown and aftercare is sweet, not fuck but making love, sweet kinda segsy time

rina's comments ; OFC ANON <3 thamks so much for the kind words!! i hope u likey likey this!! ill make a part 2 for nanamin and megumin

toji

he was such a big meanie earlier that day, avoiding you because he was in a pensive mood. almost screamed at you but after seein' you almost cry, he goes soft and he says sorry.. by fucking you

“let me make you feel better, sweet thing.” he groans, his huge figure was hovering over you. cock buried deep, stretching you out with ease as he bottomed out. toji's tongue was lapping up your neck, “ 'm sorry, feels good.. huh?” he chuckles after hearing you whine out, one of his hands was placed under your head so that two of you stared at each other while he pounded into you.

toji rarely treated you with this much softness n care so you buried your head in the crook of his neck, blushing. he notices this and makes you look at him, gentle fingers squeezing your cheeks so you two can maintain eye contact, “wanna see your face when i make ya feel good baby, forgive me, hm?” he coos, smiling at the way you purse your lips, “you know ya love me.”

his thrusts aren't what you're used to, they're slow and sensual, making sure to hit those sweet spots just right that it makes you go dumb and dizzy for him, he cradles you in his arms with care till both of you reach your high, toji doesn't pull out though. he has his dick lay inside you, softening as the base gets coated with your cum.

you giggle into his warm and bear-like embrace, watching him kiss your body all over. from your cheeks to your shoulders, to your wrists and palms. “love all of this, you're the only one f'me.. gonna have my babies soon, don't get so mad baby. still need to marry you and make you have my babies, okay?”

geto

you two had a major disagreement that lasted weeks, geto avoided you like the plague and gave you the silent treatment. but not until he saw you sobbing, his heart aching for you so he places a warm kiss, that ends up in something more

“missed you baby, there you are.” he breathes, kissing your nose as he thrusts into you. geto's hands were on either side of you, and your legs were dangling off his forearms. geto groans every time you pull on his locks, and he fakes a sad expression when you mumble, “hate you suguru.” “but i love you more.”

your eyes droop and he taps your cheeks, “watch me make love to you baby, see how much i missed lovin' you. so so sorry, what else can i do for my baby, hm?” he asks softly, brushing off the sweaty strands of hair that covered your face. geto definitely felt bad, n you could tell by the way he talks to you.

normally, he would hiss and spit of how much of a whore you were; prompting you to bend over. but now, he was staring into your eyes, nodding everytime you showed signs of pleasure, “like it baby? mm, yeah.”suguru grins, watching you twitch after you reach your high, pulling out and asking politely if you could sit on his lap, rubbing warm circles on your back as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, “i love you, so much. nothin's gonna pull us apart.” suguru swears, kissing your forehead.

he keeps whispering into your ear, making you feel a little sleepy. his eyes soften at the sight and he kisses you once more before he hugs you tight, “love you baby.” he mumbles, falling asleep alongside you.

[heaartzzforcupidzz]

Do Dogday x reader!Pregnant x Catnap

“it’s gonna happen.”

Relationship(s): Catnap x pregnant!bat!reader x Dogday 🔞

Warning(s): slight smut, a little angst

Catnap had just finished painting your insides white with his scorching hot seed. this was your guys eighth night in a row trying to get pregnant in the last 2 months. They both took turns cumming inside you every night, even with the slightest hope of you getting pregnant. no matter what though, you just wouldn’t take their pups - kittens seeds.

you guys sat in the doctors office for the ninth time that month. the higher ups allowed you guys to try for kids because they knew how the ratings would go up. in the show, that had you all in some type of love triangle. this would help them decide who you end up with in the show by who’s baby it comes out to be. this would also help with their ‘experiments’ to see exactly what you guys can reproduce and what the results would look like. sick, I know but as long as you guys had that baby, right?

your heart broke at the doctors next words. you were expecting it of course but.. it still hurt to hear. “I’m sorry, you’re not pregnant.” your doctor said as she x-rayed your stomach. Catnap gritted his teeth and walked out the office, it hurt that you weren’t taking like you were supposed to. I mean what’s the point of having the organs if you weren’t putting them to use? kinda useless if you ask me. Dogday rested his paw at the small of your back and looked down at you, his gaze soft. always soft when he looked at you.

“it’s gonna happen. I just know it, Angel.”

you nodded softly as you couldn’t stop the hiccup that escaped. the tears falling way faster then you hoped. Dogday was quick to hold you and kiss the tip of your head, whispering positive affirmations. you weren’t.. infertile, you just knew you weren’t! you guys walked out the office together, Dogday carrying you to his home.

you guys laid in bed. Catnap was god knows where with god knows who. you didn’t blame him, who would want to be with someone as infertile as you? you laid against Dogday as softly snored. you had an idea and quickly got ontop of him, whispering his name. he perked his eyes open. a slight glow illuminated around the irises. he let out a low gruff as he woke to you “..hm? yeah, Angel?” he quickly blushed as he saw you ontop of him, his face darker orange. he quickly sat up as he watched you slide your top off and onto the floor, showing your tits.

you rode Dogday like a champ. the slick skin on skin sounds so erotic as he sucked on your perky nipples. you whimpered as his cock bullied it’s way in and out of your tight fuck hole. the mush inside you locked onto his cock like a vice. Dogday couldn’t help but cry, he felt humiliated. he’d have cum inside you around four times and you still hadn’t stopped. causing him to cry as his dick couldn’t handle this much all at once. his hands clamped onto your waist as he quickly switched your positions, starting to fuck into you, harshly. “oh, your tight lil’ pussy’ feels so good, mama.” you tried to stop it but you squirted all over his sheets, between his cock and his words, you crumbled like a cookie.

here you guys were again in the doctors office. Catnap had came this time. He wanted to know if anything had changed, anything at all. your doctor came in, she looked at you three and gave a pitiful smile, knowing the results before even doing the test. your doctor, Rose, had began the test. she felt around your tummy and her eyes went wide abit. she didn’t get too excited though as she brought her x-ray over and put it to your stomach. a shriek.

“YOU GUYS ARE PREGNANT!”

you couldn’t help the tears that flowed. not sad ones but happy ones. you were finally fucking pregnant. Catnap stood there in disbelief. why were you finally pregnant? after 2, almost 3 months? he looked at you and Dogday and decided to ask later. for now, he would join the hug pile and kiss you.

you guys were standing around in a circle. you had given birth 9 months ago. your baby on your hip. his fur was a light purple and he was dog with little wings. I guess both their sperms took after all, huh? you chuckled as you watched Dogday and Catnap show their spawn the play care even though he had seen it ever since he was born. they just were really excited parents.

A/N: probably the pic of the baby I’ll be using for my pregnancy stories. just imagine him with wings and smaller. also how do we feel about Dogday calling us mama in the heat of the moment? abit short I know, didn’t have much idea on this one 😭. the anon that requested this though feel free to let me know if you want another part or anything.

[cherrymoon4]

hello ^^ ( thank you sososo much for the love on the other posts! send me requests if you want :P )

hiya!! <3333

honestly don't want to pressure you by requesting xxx

buttttt i love, love, love the way you write suguru xxx

so i'd be happy with anything with him <33333

whether it be a continuation of a similar dynamic with the curses aftertaste fic or something else entirely...

Roommate!Suguru would be so possessive and yummy.

Initially, when you first moved in the apartment, he didn't really care much about you. He knew you had a pretty face and were kinda shy, but that's all.

But as time went on and you opened yourself up to him, he began to get quite obsessed with you. He would be all over you as soon as he stepped foot in your apartment; and you would let him, after all he was just being friendly! right?

It didn't matter that anytime he would hug you from behind you would feel something hard pressing against the small of your back. It was probably just his phone in his pocket!

And you're sure that it's your mind doing tricks on you whenever you hear the bathroom door open while you take a shower. He would never ever spy on you, you were sure.

So when you come home from a terrible date, the first thing you do is rush over to him, your pretty eyes filled with tears, and throw yourself in his arms.

He was quite pissed off from the moment you told him you were going on a date. I mean, you have a perfectly good man at home! Why would you even consider seeing someone else?

Suguru always took good care of you. He always pampered and spoiled you, and every time you would think that he was just being generous.

I mean, he had a big reputation as a respectful and kind guy, especially among girls; his giving personality was what attracted them, his deep, soothing voice and his looks were a plus.

So obviously you thought he was just being his kind self when he took your teary eyed face in his hands and wrapped you up in his arms, engulfing your entire body as if protecting you.

But you couldn't deny the warmth in your belly as he whispered in your ear and rubbed your back, listening intently while you vented about how horrible your date was.

And the whole time he was just subtly smiling to himself, knowing that you would always come back to him; that even if you convinced yourself that you were just friends, deep down you knew that you were meant for him.

"It's not your fault, darling. He wouldn't be able to take care of you properly anyway, not like I do. But you know that, don't you baby? You know no one can compare to me, right?" he mumbled condescendingly, taking your puffy cheeks in his hands and tilting your head upwards to look at him in the eye.

God, you were so fucking precious. Especially like this, all pouty and teary-eyed, soft and pliant in his hands.

"Told you that you should've stayed home with your Sugu, but you just had to be a little brat and not listen to me, mh?"

And you know that if you had listened to him you wouldn't be in this position, you know that he's right.

So when his hands start to wander all over your body while he says that he "just wants to make ya feel better", you just nod and let him.

You don't know what you did to deserve him!

He's too kind, you think as his hands rub your waist and wander lower.

You think he's such a good friend when he pulls your panties down, his fingers rubbing your little clit to "make the sad go away".

And when your legs are over his shoulders, his cock nestled deep inside you and your tummy bulging, you think he's the best friend ever!

He smirks down at you, and he knows he's got you hooked when he sees your eyes crossing and your legs shaking.

"Look at you, already dumb on my cock. You love it, don't you baby? Yeah you do, f-fuck.." he plunges so hard in your little hole, biting his lip to stifle the moans coming out of his mouth.

He knows this is where you belong: your body pressed into the mattress, your pretty pussy stretching around his fat shaft, your wetness creating a pretty ring of cream coating the base of his cock, your pink nails (that he paid for) drawing red stripes across his back;

and maybe then he realizes that he's the one wrapped around your finger, when he fills your little cunt up to the brim with his hot cum, and a small part of him wishes that it takes. maybe then you would only think about him, you'll realize that he's all you truly need, and you for him <3

hiiii! thank u so much for the request (sorry for answering late) i don’t really love this but wtv! hope u do😚

[maxillness]

Talking Body || CL16 x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, insecure!Charles, virgin!Charles, talk about insecurities, slow burn(kinda), oral (M receiving), praise kink, sub!charles

Wordcount: 1.6k

I’m trying to start this new project I call ‘Music Monday’, which is basically where every Monday I post something inspired by a song, so if you have any song requests that would be appreciated 🙏

It had been one of those nights again last night. Where it had gotten heated between them, but Charles wanted to stop before they got too into the act

She was sad he wanted to stop, but she respected if it was because he wanted to wait until marriage

Even through they had never been intimate, or the fact she had never seen him shirtless, it didn’t matter, she loved him from the bottom of her heart. She had never loved anyone as much as she loved him

“Bebe, i’m sorry about last night” He came up behind her her, hugging her waist as he hid his face in the crook of her neck

She turned around to face him “It’s fine, Charles” She pecked his lips before he could protest “I understand that you want to wait” She assured him

“No, I don’t want to wait” Her face had a confused expression as he spoke “I don’t want to wait, it’s just that…” His words faded out as he looked into the ground

Her hand went to his jaw, making him look back up at her “What, Char?” Her voice was soft as she spoke to him

“Nothing. It’s stupid. Forget I ever said anything” He was about to turn around and walk out, but she pulled him back

“Nothing about you is stupid, baby” She caressed his cheek as she spoke and looked into his eyes

“It’s just that… I don’t know… I’m afraid you won’t look at me the same way after” His eyes fell back to the floor, afraid to look her in the eyes

“Charles, if this is about you being insecure about your body; don’t worry” His head turned towards her again “If I had the chance, I would fuck you all fucking night, no matter how you look” She hoped her words at comforted him in some kind of way

“But, how would you know for sure?” His voice was low and soft, filled with insecurity

“I promise you, baby, no matter how you look, you would be perfect under my touch” She looked up at him with confidence filled eyes

“And I understand if you’re not ready, I’ll be here whenever you are ready” She pecked his cheek before walking away from him to sit on the couch

He walked over to the couch as well. He laid down so his head was resting in her lap. He sighed as she started stroking his hair

His hand went to her thigh, and he started stroking her softly “I’m a virgin” She stoped her movements on his hair

“It doesn’t make me love you less, if that what’s your worried about” She said stroking his hair again

“Are you sure?” He sat up to sit close beside her “I mean, I’m 26 years old and I’m a virgin”

“It doesn’t matter. I find it kinda… Sweet” She caressed his cheek and pecked his lips

In one swift motion, Charles had pulled her into his lap. His arms snaked around her waist as he hid his face in the crook of her neck

She scraped his scalp with her nails when he started placing kisses on her shoulder and her neck

His hands went under her shirt, hiking it up to reveal she was only wearing panties under. He took his lips away from her skin, but only to capture her lips on his

His hand went to her ass as the kiss got more heated “Charles…” She pulled away from him to look him in the eyes “We don’t have to if you don’t want to”

“I want to, please” He bucked his hips up into hers to get some kind of pleasure out of it

“Are you sure?” She dünnt want step any of his boundaries, especially when they just talked about it

“I’m sure, please, mon amour” He whimpered when she got off of him to stand up “What are you doing?” He asked confused

“Your first time shouldn’t be on a couch, amour” She took his hand and pulled him up from the couch. He followed her into the bedroom

She closed the door with her foot as she pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. She guided him backwards pushing him lightly down on the bed when it the back of his legs

She got down on her knees to unbuckle his belt. His breath hitched as she zipped down his pants

“You can tell me to stop if you want” She said as she looked up at him

“Please, don’t stop” His words came out as a whine and it only turned her on even more

She kept looking up at him as her hands pulled down his pants and underwear. He bucked his hips up so she could pull them all the way down. He stepped out of the pants and she threw them to the side

She spread his legs further apart so she could get closer to him. Her hands went to his hips as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his inner thighs

His breath got louder and quicker and he gripped the sheets beneath him. Her nails digged into his skin as her mouth got closer to his cock

His loud breathing turned into whimpers and whines. He didn’t know what to do with himself. She had barely touched him, and he was already a complete mess

“Oh, baby. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already rolling your eyes into the back of your head” She taunted from beneath him

“Please, I need you so bad” He whined as his knuckles turned white from the grip on the sheets

She spit on her palm and spread it down his shaft. He moaned loud when her hand made contact with his cock

He bucked his hips, fucking her hand, but his movements was soon stopped by the overwhelming pleasure of her hand moving

Soon his moans were so loud she were sure the whole apartment complex could hear him, but she didn’t care in the moment, she only cared about him, and how much of a mess he was under her touch

It didn’t take long for him to start begging for her to go faster “Please, baby, more, please. I need more” He started fucking her hand again as she sped up

When he started twitching in her hand, she pulled off of him earning a groan from him, but he was quick to start moaning again when her mouth attached around him

She gagged every time he hit her throat, only giving him more pleasure and pulling him closer to his orgasm

Her nails scraped his skin up and down his sides which sent him over the edge and came down her throat

She swallowed before looking up at him “You okay, amour?” She asked soft kissing his knee

“Mhm” He nodded, no words forming in his throat

“You think you can handle more?” She asked kissing his other knee

“If it means you’re gonna fuck me, then yes” He said which made her chuckle

She stood up to now look down at him “Take off your shirt, Char” She saw the worry in his eyes “I promise you, baby, you’re perfect” She caressed her cheek before he took off his shirt and threw it on the floor

“Get further in on the bed” She told him, and as he did so, she pulled her shirt over her head and pulled her panties down

She stepped out of them and walked over to straddle him in the middle of the bed. His hands landed on her hips, his eyes taking in the sight of her naked body hovering over him

She leaned down, placing her weight into one of her hands placed beside his head. The other hand took his cock into her hand again

He whimpered at the feeling of her guiding his tip through her wet folds. They both moaned as he was aligned with her entrance

Their moans got loud as she went down on him slowly. She waited a little before moving, allowing herself to adjust to his size

His hands went to her ass as she started moving. Both of her hands were now placed on either side of his head, making her tits bounce against his chest at every movement

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this, joli garçon” She leaning down to kiss his lips “A naked, moaning mess beneath me” Her words only made him moan louder

His hands went up and down her back, his nails digging into her skin which will most definitely leave red marks tomorrow

She could start to feel him twitch inside her, making her clench around him which earned her louder moans from him

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum again” His eyes were screwed shut and his back arched off of the bed, his hips bucked him meeting her thrusts

“Fucking cum for me, Char” A few thrusts and kisses to his chest and he came deep inside her which sent her over the edge as well

She had gotten them both cleaned up before they laid under the covers of the bed. His arms around her body and his head on her chest

“Thank you” He said soft, almost dozing off to sleep

“For what, mon amour?” She questioned him

“For making me feel comfortable about my body to do this” He said and she could feel his slight smile into her chest

“Of course, baby” She said kissing the top of his head

I'm so glad I wrote this two days ago, 'cause I'm too damn hangover to write properly today

[cupidscrule]

Fluff !! Hi hi so reader making satoru cry because he's pretty like that

Pearl

Anon ily for this !! This was kinda rushed it's not that good but I needed to put somethin' out so I hope you like it ;3!!

Warning - none , slight angst? Touch starved Satoru <3

400 wrd

Touch starved. Two words that perfectly fit your boyfriend, growing up he had always been 'different' and special, as he was a teen and adult he always kept in a close group of people, he was never really loved like how others were. No one gave him affection like that, so he always was physically distant in your relationship, he would almost stiffin when you came up and hugged him.

It was just another day, you were relaxing with Satoru at home since there weren't any important missions, and he deserved a small break from his students. He was sitting on the couch, his lips slightly parted, wearing those pretty sunglasses legs resting on the table, he seemed to be just day dreaming about god knows what.

"Mm you're so pretty" you mumbled quietly, glancing over at him, he didn't respond seemingly just dissociated.

You feel a small smirk crawl onto your face before planting a kiss on his cheek, y'know to get his attention and all.. he finally perked up looking over at you, smile gone, at first you thought you messed up so instinctively you went in to go hug him, gripping onto the soft fabric of his shirt. Then unexpectedly you feel him pull on *you* his head in the crook of your neck, almost like a sad little puppy.

"Hun you okay?" You say pulling off at him and looking at his sad face, tears swelling up in his eyes. Mumbling something inaudible, almost looked cute like this, cute but you knew it was wrong to not comfort him.

"Baby tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?" You say bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing small circles with your thumb gently.

He doesn't reply instead just flopping his weight onto you, his head resting on your chest. He looked disheveled, but he kept inching closer. You don't even know why he's acting like this right now, he's never clingy, but right now all he wants- no need is just touch. And well who were you to decide to deny him that?

Stroking his white hair, as the tears stop, head still planted firmly on you almost nuzzling.

" I love you.."

[smellslikechahnspirit]

I am in need for another chan taking care of you on ur period. But could it be a one-shot? And could it be husband!channie?

I hope you like it, its a bit short but hmm...If you want a part two let me know!

Annoyed

[Husband Channie taking care of you on your period]

BangChan x Reader

🤍 read guide lines in Masterlist!

THIS IS (OBVIOUSLY) ALL FICTION AND IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY! THIS IS MY PERCEPTION OF HOW I THINK SKZ WOULD BEHAVE IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS AKA, NOT REAL.

07:03 PM

So, what do you wanna eat for dinner tonight? Hmm I think we still have some left-overs from yesterday, that´ll be fine, right? You stayed quiet for a second. He looked at you as he was still folding the towels. Right baby? You nod. Yeah, sure whatever. It pissed you off. You didn´t really know why. Litterly anything else would´ve been better than having the same thing as yesterday. He noticed your change in behavour but didn´t comment on it. You kept folding laundry together as you turned the tv up a bit. Oh this part is so sad. I love it though. Toy story 3 was playing and it was the part where Andy gave his toys to Bonnie. You paused your folding for a second and sat down on the couch between all the clothes. Watching closely at the tv, as Andy drove away. You started tearing up. Chris noticed and walked closer to you, petting you soflty on your back. It´s just a movie babe, it´s okay. He said as he comforted you. I know, but it´s just so sad. You replied as you were now basically sobbing. Oh honey, why does it affect you so much all of a sudden? He hugged you tightly. I don´t know! You said a little too irritated. I don´t know why I´m crying so much. Sorry. Don´t be sorry baby. You´re feeling emotional, it´s human. Chris already knew something was up, and by the looks of it all, with even the comment about the food earlier, he knew exactly what time it was. Shark week had offically begun. Look, how about we order some pizza tonight hm? We can just order in and we can cuddle all night on the couch watching as many Disney movies as you want, Hm? You got confused. I thought you said left-overs was fine. Yeah, but when you´re on your period, you deserve a little extra love. Even more than usual. How did you know? He shrugged. You got a bit insecure and irratated by yourself, loosening yourself from his embrace. He knew you always got a bit defensive and indipendent on these days. You were married after all, and had lived together for a year, if not more. Yet most of the time he´d be at work during these days, and he mostly send you sweet texts and only gave loving cuddles at night, since well, he just wasn´t home. This vacation time he had gotten from the company was fun, but also new. You were together so much more now and on these kinda days, you just weren´t used to it. I´m fine. We can just eat the left-overs. You said as you wiped your tears away and took on a strong atitude. Hm, are you sure? I kinda want pizza. Your moodswings were all over the place and you got annoyed now. Well you could go eat pizza by yourself then. You were done with your half of the laundry and put it in the basket. You sighed and wanted to walk away, to put it in the right closet, when suddenly he grabbed your waist. He fell down on the couch with you still in his embrace. He started tickling you soflty and you started giggling. Pretending to still be a little annoyed but he didn´t budge. Chris! No, I´m not letting you go, nope, not happening. Chris, hahaha, stoooop, I´m serious. Nope, not until you agree we should just eat pizza, and you will let me take care of you for once. You stopped giggling and looked at him lovingly. He had slowly stopped the tickles and looked at you too. Eyes inches from each other, he gave you a soft kiss. Please baby, let me take care of you. I know you act like you can handle it all on your own, and trust me I know you can. But I want to pamper you. You deserve it, especially now. Whenever Chris did have time, he´d always do small romantic things either way. You loved that about him. So less time, so much effort. Always. Alright we can order pizza... He smiled and hugged you tighter. And maybe a hot bath? It´ll help with the cramps, right? We could eat the pizza in the bath too? Oooh, and even better, how about we take my laptop and we can watch a movie. All at the same time? Does that sound good? You loved his maximum effort and your mood had switched to nothing else but love and admiration. Yes, that actually sounds really nice baby. He kissed you again. Both of you had a very calming and relaxing night.

...Masterlist...

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[sadienita]

SKZ Reaction - When you’re not very cuddly or touchy

Chan

Okay he, like, kinda likes it. We already know he loves the members that run from his affection. How many times have we seen him capture Minho or Seungmin with the biggest grin on his face the whole time? If you don't mind a hug from time to time he’ll honestly have a lot of fun. He kinda loves that you don’t want his cuddles every second of the day but it will lead to him sneaking up on you for a surprise hug and kiss or else chasing you down the hall, giggling the whole way until he tackles you onto the bed. He will let you go quickly each time though, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. And he’ll always assess your mood before playing around too, if he sees you’re having a rough day he’ll ask how he can make it better, only ever touching you if you request physical comfort. He is a little sad that you aren’t up for bedtime cuddles most nights but more than once you’ve rolled over in your sleep and somehow ended up in his arms and it always melts his heart when it happens. Some part of you will always seek out some form of comfort from him no matter the situation.

Minho

He’s very okay with this. He doesn’t like being touchy all the time and honestly prefers small touches here and there to constantly being in contact. He will be a little sad if you don’t want to sit on his lap often, that’s maybe the one thing he would like but he respects your boundaries and he wouldn’t be happy knowing you were uncomfortable on his lap anyway. He loves the interactions you do have. He loves staring at you and giving you a soft smile and a slow blink when you catch him, a silent way to say “I love you.” He loves the light way you touch his arm to get his attention, like a feather. He likes the way you’ll absentmindedly link your pinkie with his if you’re both quietly taking in a beautiful view. He loves the gentle, soft way you touch his face to move his hair or remove the eyelash that’s fallen on his cheek. He likes your small, quiet way of loving each other.

Changbin

He doesn’t mind it too much. He likes a more casual touch with you so at first it’s not an issue but over time he has to find where the line is. He likes having an arm around you but knows you get uncomfortable if he does it for too long. It ends up getting reserved for when you’re out at a party together, a quiet reassurance that he’s right beside you. He does like holding your hand but he won’t initiate if it isn’t your thing. He will, however, giggle like a lovesick fool if you lace your fingers with his no matter the situation. He really adores it and cherishes those moments. He can be playful with it too. When he can tell you’re in a good mood he’ll suddenly try to scoop you up or if you’re very unlucky, he’ll run at you and grab you so he can use the momentum to spin you around; he is not always careful of your surroundings. He thinks it's fun to catch you off guard and make you squeal or yell, chuckling to himself every time.

Hyunjin

He’s honestly somewhat similar. He doesn’t need to be in contact with you 24/7 and he likes that you feel the same way. It takes so much pressure off that you don’t constantly expect hand-holding or cuddling. In fact, his favourite thing is being alone together with you. When you get to the point of comfortable silence he’ll start inviting you to come sit with him while he paints, or to come and hang out in the dance studio while he practices. Your presence makes him feel so calm and happy and he knows if he wants your attention it’ll be easy to get. When he’s painting he likes to reach over and touch you from time to time, just to remind you he’s right there. He’ll show you what he’s working on from time to time. He loves when you bring something to work on yourself and share your own progress with him. The fact that you value his opinion makes him feel so incredibly special. When he’s dancing he can be a bit silly, a grin drawing over his face before he flops his sweaty body on top of you simply to annoy. He does delight in that. When he does touch you it’s always so gentle, adjusting your clothes, fixing your hair or head covering, pressing a very soft kiss to your nose, forehead, or knuckles. He loves treating you with the utmost gentleness.

Jisung

It’s all fine at first. He’s nervous when you first get together, not wanting to screw it all up. And knowing that you’re not that into skinship means he can just avoid it. But as time goes on he wants to. He wants to hold your hand and hug you and kiss you and cuddle with you. For a long time he’ll just try to swallow those needs down, as if they aren’t filling him to the brim. But eventually, during a particularly hard week, he’s desperate to ask you for comfort. He still doesn’t call you over but when he misses plans with you you show up at his place and take no time at all to cradle him, wrapping him in your arms and slowly calming him down. He finally admits after that that he wants some contact sometimes. It takes negotiations and trial and error to find where the most comfortable boundaries are. He likes sitting next to you during movies, feeling your leg pressed against his, and he likes when you fall asleep on his shoulder. He likes when you doodle along his skin sometimes, absentmindedly. He likes when you play with his hair, it always makes him feel so cozy and sleepy. And he loves that when he’s struggling that he doesn’t even need to ask, you’re quick to wrap him in a warm hug and give him the comfort he craves, holding him together whenever he’s close to falling apart.

Felix

He has by far the most trouble with it. He wants contact with you all the time. He wants to put his arms around you. He wants to cuddle you. He wants to feel close to you. He does his best to respect your boundaries because the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable with him. He stops himself every time he goes to touch you absentmindedly, bringing his hands back to himself. But he doesn’t consider his own desires much and over time it puts a strain on your relationship. He gets very needy for verbal affirmations of your love and constantly tries to do everything for you to prove that he cares. It’s when you get annoyed with how overbearing he can be about it and ask him to stop that he breaks down crying, admitting that he doesn’t know how to love you the right way. It devolves into both of you crying and sitting with each other, holding his hands the whole time. It takes more tears before he admits that he doesn’t feel loved, that he needs some form of contact and it makes you realize that he’s been so wrapped up in your needs and you’ve neglected his. From that point on you try to find where your comfort lies and what feels okay. You find that a quick hug and soft kiss feels alright. You find that holding hands for a little while feels alright. You find that small things like feeding each other food and letting him do small tasks for you makes him so happy. And you find that in cold weather, a little bit of cuddling for a short while is nice. You both pay attention both to your own levels of comfort and the other’s feelings much more.

Seungmin

He thought he would be fine with it but he realizes he touches you absentmindedly a lot more than he thought he would. A gentle hand on your back to let you know he’s passing behind you in the kitchen, reaching out to cup your cheek and run his thumb over it, grabbing your hand in crowded place, a back hug when he wakes up to find that despite you sleeping over, you’ve gone wandering off somewhere else in the apartment and he comes to find you. It definitely causes tension, feeling and seeing the way you tense up when his fingertips find your skin. It reminds him quickly but he seems to have a hard time not initiating in the first place. It takes you getting frustrated with him before you two agree to sit down and talk through where the boundaries actually are. In time he realizes that you certainly don’t like surprise touches and you realize that he feels a little unloved if you never touch him at all. You adopt little touches, petting or playing with his hair, pressing stray kisses to him as you pass, pulling his hand into your lap and gently playing with it while you watch dramas. He grows to tell you when he’s going to touch you, giving you a verbal indication that he’s nearby first and keeping his touches more brief when he does give them to you.

Jeongin

He ends up pretty comfortable with this. He likes to hug you or to hold your hand from time to time but it makes him shy to do it too much. And he doesn’t like doing it in public or around other people, feeling a bit embarrassed every time it happens. Instead, he loves other ways to show you he cares. He loves dressing you up. He will beg you to let him pick your outfits and gets so excited when you say yes. He’ll leave gentle touches on you when he helps you with any jewelry he’s picked out. He ends up touching you the most while posing for pics, both of you invested in getting a good picture. He does like to play with your rings if you’re wearing any but he lets you give him your hand before he does so. He also loves when you fix his outfit or hair; reaching out to straighten or adjust something. He’ll keep hugs brief and likes just to be near you more than anything. You bring him a sense of comfort whether touching him or not and relishes that.

[girlboypersonthingy]

I GOT AN ANON REQUEST FOR KEITH X READER CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT 😩 I’m sorry, anon but here it is! ✨ Keith is so baby 🥹

Keith x reader ~ Childhood friends to lovers ❤️‍🔥

You met at the garrison when you were barely teens, when Keith’s hair was shorter and he NEVER opened his mouth in public.

It’s not that he didn’t like you when you first met, he just didn’t want to like you. He was comfortable being a loner and didn’t want to put in the effort a friendship requires

But you were just so nice to him. He lowkey loved and hated it at the same time. He wanted to ignore you like he did everyone else but you wouldn’t leave him alone and he felt too guilty to tell you to go away. You noticed he was always alone so you tried to offer him some kindness.

He kinda wanted you to leave him alone but you didn’t and eventually, he started to looked forward to seeing you everyday. Seeing you run to him with a smile on your face and an extra lunch bag in your hand for him made him feel important. He’d never admit any of that to you tho.

One day, you weren’t at school and the whole day was just off. He didn’t feel right, he felt sad and invisible as he walked past all his classmates in the hall. He felt like no one truly saw him besides Shiro, who was often too busy to really give Keith attention, and you.

The next day when he saw you, he came up to you first!!!

“Where were you yesterday?” “I had a doctors app-“ “Next time, tell me you’re gonna be gone. I was worried.” He reached out for your hand, holding it between his own cold hands. “Oh…okay. I-I’m sorry, Keith.”

Omfg he was worried about you? After one day??? How cute!

From then on, you two were inseparable, the best of friends. He went to you every time he was really sad and needed support or when he was extremely angry and needed to just rant and yell to you. He confided in you so much, he trusted you more than anyone else. He told you the ugly and embarrassing secrets he’d never told anyone else before.

That day that he punched Griffin, after going to the dean’s office he found you outside reading. You could tell he was upset as he stomped over to you, making you immediately toss your book aside and give him your full attention.

“Keith? You okay? What happ-“ He flopped down in the grass beside you, laid on his side with his head resting on your thigh and began crying. He made sure to keep it quiet and keep his face hidden from you but you could feel him shaking. Unsure of what to say, you just began playing with the hair covering the nape of his neck. He LOVED the physical affection. He didn’t talk to you at all that afternoon, he just cried in your lap for a while then hugged you tight and went home.

That moment was when you both began to catch feelings. He loved that you were so kind and accepting of him, always so comforting. You never pressured him to talk to you, your presence alone was enough to calm him down.

You loved that he trusted you and always protected and checked up on you. He would do anything for you, all you had to do was ask with your pretty smile and soft eyes and he’d comply.

As you both grew up, he came to love your praises. You always told him how smart he was and how amazing he was at piloting, he couldn’t get enough. You fed his ego so much.

He was and still is terrible at returning the compliments. He’d often offer you constructive criticism instead, which took some getting used to but made you realize that he genuinely cared for you and only wanted the best for you.

You’d often walk hand in hand around the garrison and if anyone gave you two a weird look or tried to tease y’all about being a couple, Keith would literally bark at them while keeping your hand in his grip. “Fuck off! Mind your business…” and you liked his fiery personality. He was your scary guard dog.

When Keith got kicked out of the garrison, it broke both of your hearts. He was completely lost without you or Shiro around and you couldn’t sleep well at night for over a month bc you were so worried about him. Just like that, he had disappeared.

It was a while until you finally found him in that shack in the desert. You had gotten a tip from a teacher at the garrison while they were talking about him being a recluse and how he would sneak out to that shack in the middle of the night just to be alone and enjoy the quiet.

You found it one day and sort of just barged in, catching him half dressed and sleepy in his bed. “Keith?” He sat up abruptly, fists up defensively. “(Y/N)? How…what…?” His hands dropped to his sides as he stared at you in surprise. You ran and hugged him tightly, smiling as he hesitantly hugged you back.

He looked different…his hair was longer, he looked like he had been working out a lot and the bags under his violet eyes were very prominent.

You decided the garrison just wasn’t for you and you’d rather be with Keith. It just wasn’t the same there without him so you left it all behind and began visiting him every day.

He had never been so depressed and anxious before you found him and now that you were back in his life, he slowly but surely began to smile and eat more and act like his normal moody self.

The night finally came that you helped him rescue Shiro and he told you he’d be forever in debt to you for helping him save his brother. After getting Shiro to safety and settling everyone down, he pulled you outside his little shack so you could be alone together and he hugged you so tight it almost hurt as he cried on your shoulder. This time, his tears seemed to be from happiness and relief. He finally had his support system back ❤️‍🩹

Once you found yourselves in space together, his attitude changed a bit. He was much more busy and irritated and quiet all the time. Being a young adult out in space with the tremendous pressure of defending the universe took its toll on him.

You just gave him space and tried to keep yourself busy as well. He wasn’t sure if he liked the space or not.

As you all began to get into the swing of life out in the cosmos, Keith began coming around to you more often.

“Wanna come train with me? It’s boring by myself.” You were way too excited to spend time with him. You missed him so much while he was being distant. This moment changed everything. You two were inseparable again.

The whole team noticed that you had a way of getting him to soften up and relax when he was really frustrated. Everyone knew that you two loved each other but would never admit it to the other.

Finally, loverboy Lance steps in. He had to get y’all together. Keith is so dense and only seems to open up to you. You both just need a push from Lance the matchmaker.

He goes to Keith first and Keith shuts down the whole idea. He is terrified to lose your friendship by pushing a relationship on you so he totally rejects Lance’s help. He even tries to tell Lance that he only sees you as a friend but we all know he’s a terrible liar.

When Lance approached you, you couldn’t help but confess your burning love for Keith. You love him more than anyone in the world and you were also scared of making the friendship awkward by confessing to him. But Lance is the best wingman in the world. He would never let you fail.

Lance helped you come up with the right words to say and also tried to get you to practice some pick up lines, to which you just scoffed at him.

Finally, the day had come. You were gonna tell him how you really feel, how you’ve been feeling all these years.

You approach Keith’s door, waiting a few seconds before your shaky hand knocks.

The door slides open and a small smile grows on his lips. “What’s up?” You walk past him and into his room without asking permission, finding a seat on his bed. He was confused as to why you didn’t even smile at him like you normally do. “(Y/N)…are you okay?” He came to sit beside you, watching you with worried eyes.

“Listen…I uh…I have something to tell you but you have to swear, promise me that you’ll always be my friend…” Keith’s cheeks begin to flush as he nods slowly. He’s pretty sure he knows what’s about to come out of your mouth. “I promise.”

“I…I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you since we were kids. You…you mean the entire universe to me and I just want to call you my boyfriend. I don’t want to ruin our friendship so I understand if you don’t-“

“Shut up. I love you too…more than anyone. Let’s just date already.” And now his face is burning red hot as he avoids your gaze.

You guys fell into it so quick and smooth. It was an easy transition from best friends to lovers. You shared your first kiss just a few days after making it official.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since that day you told me you were worried about me when I wasn’t at school.” This makes him smile bigger than you’ve ever seen him smile before.

“Yeah? Funny…that’s when I first wanted to kiss you too.”

There’s no one else he’d rather be with. You are his person and he is yours, forever and ever and ever ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[hanniebaeee]

Break up?

Felix x fem! reader, Jisung x Minho

Warnings: lots of kissing

Genre: arranged marriage, angst, fluff

Summary: You and Jisung are engaged to have an arranged marriage soon. But you both have feelings for your best friends. You for Felix and Jisung, for Minho.

a/n: this may or may not be a mess.

You, Jisung, Felix and Minho hung out together all the time. Since your engagement with Jisung, it's like a ritual the four of you followed. It helped you escape the awkward alone time with Jisung. And also have your best friend Felix with you all the time.

When the engagement was announced, you were afraid what kind of a man Jisung would be. But he turned out to be the sweetest soul. You two hit off almost immediately, and you were grateful for the friendship you both were able to build.

This in turn gave you the courage to admit to Jisung that you didn't really want to marry him, because you were secretly in love with Felix. What you didn't expect was Jisung to be this happy about it. Turns out, he wasn't into this wedding as well.

Jisung blushed so hard, he looked like a tomato confessing to you that he was gay, and in love with Minho. You stared at him for a second too long and he panicked. But you just hugged him and said it's ok.

You couldn't go to your parents about this because they would just find you another guy to marry, so you both decide to play along for a while - to buy some time to figure how to get out of this wedding.

Right then, Minho was in the kitchen, bringing out some snacks and Jisung had just stepped away to help him. You and Felix sat huddled together, looking at something on his phone. Felix had one arm around you, the other holding the phone.

Jisung calls out from the kitchen, asking if you wanted cake and you yell back saying yes, and when you turn back, Felix is watching you, a soft smile playing on his face.

'What?' You asked, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

Felix just shakes his head and then something shifts. You just know it, and feel that familiar ache you feel deep within you when you look at Felix. The feelings that you've tried so hard to bury. And then, Felix just leans forward and kissed you.

And you kiss him back.

You both pull back just as you hear Jisung's voice again, looking aghast. Minho and Jisung came with trays of food, and settled on the couch opposite to you and Felix. Jisung noticed your sudden stiffness, and raised his eyebrows at you, a silent question if everything was ok.

You smile and nod quickly, and dig into the cake just so you wouldn't cry. The chance to actually talk about what the fuck had happened didn't come that day, and you were a bit sad that you had to let Jisung drive you home as Felix stood watching, his hands in his pockets. His usual pleasant face was now expressionless, and he was nodding at something Minho said, and you just sigh.

Jisung stopped in front of your house and looked at you, as if waiting for you to say something. His eyes drifted from your face to your house, and he said, 'Your mother's at the window.'

You nod and say, 'You know what to do.'

Jisung leans forward and you close your eyes, just to avoid the awkwardness. His lips don't feel that weird on yours now and you give your mother a good show by placing a hand on his arm as he moved closer.

'Is everything ok? You and Felix looked... I don't know... off?' He said against your lips, casually moving a strand of hair off your forehead.

'No. I don't know.' You mumble and he just gives you a knowing smile.

'What?' You asked and he brushed his lips against yours again.

'Just say it. I know you like him. And he likes you. Just put him off his misery already. It's cruel.' Jisung said, bumping your forehead with his.

'I think I will. Did you and Minho talk, then?' You ask, reaching out to touch his cheek. 'Is she still watching?'

'Still watching.' Jisung said, his eyes darting to your living room window, and you both kiss again. 'And yeah. We kinda did. It was so weird. He didn't talk to me for days, because he thinks it's fucked up to just play along till we... you know.'

'He's right in a way.' You say with a shrug. 'This is fucked up.'

Jisung chuckled.

'Go now. I can't kiss you anymore. Just go talk to Felix. And I'll see you tomorrow.' Jisung said, getting your seat belt off.

'Love you Jisungie.' You said loudly (for your mother) and he laughed again.

'Love you more, jagiya.' He said, and you wave him off and turn around to see your mother fumbling with the curtains and you sigh again.

You ignore her as you go to your room, and change. Once settled in bed for the night, you text Felix.

Y/N: Lixie, where are you

Y/N: can we talk please

Lixie: about?

Y/N: lixie baby, what's wrong?

Lixie: I'm not your baby. Jisung is.

Y/N: no, don't think so

Lixie: don't do that, y/n

Lixie: just don't

Y/N: talk to me bub, can you do that? And give me a chance to explain?

Y/N: come over? My window will be open

Lixie: why would I do that?

Lixie: pretty sure jisung wouldn't appreciate that

Y/N: baby, come over

Lixie: don't baby me

Y/N: Come over, Yongbok. Don't make me say that again or I'll be climbing in through your window.

Y/N: you know I'll do it

Lixie: what's with you rn

Y/N: you have 15 min to get here. I'll break down your window if it's not open after that.

Lixie: FINE.

You try not to laugh as you watch Felix climbing in through your bedroom window. He's so smooth with it, he could be spiderman for all you know.

He stood in front of you looking annoyed and said, 'So? What's this thing that couldn't wait?'

'Lixie, come here.' You whisper, holding your hand out to him.

He takes his shoes off and throws his jacket to the floor before climbing into bed with you. He is beside you, his chest flush against your back and his face in the crook of your neck.

'Why are you doing this to me?' He whispers. 'I'm sorry I kissed you, ok? I don't know what happened.'

'Baby, please don't apologize.' You whisper back and he just makes a little strangled sound. You shiver as it literally went straight to your core.

'Lixie... Jisung and I, we're not really... You know... We're just doing this for our parents. Um, we don't like each other like that. And we are definitely not getting married.'

Felix froze behind you and then there's a flash of movement as he grabs you and turns you around to face him.

'Excuse me, what?' He asked, his eyes wild and that beautiful face had the most beautiful frown on it.

'Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I was afraid... And when you kissed me today, I was so happy, Lixie. I was so happy that you actually felt the same way about me. I mean, when Jisung and I would break up, he would have Minho, and I was always afraid of what would happen to me... Another arranged marriage?'

'Wait wait wait!' Felix was sitting up now, looking scandalized. 'What did you mean by that?!'

'Lixie! Jisung and I are just going about with this charade only to buy time and think about how to break it to our parents. He and Minho, they're together. And have been for a while. His dad rushed to get him married because he thinks if Jisung kissed a girl a few times he would magically just like girls. Anyway, I wasn't sure if you liked me like that. I mean, we've never really had any boundaries, so I wasn't sure... '

Felix was just staring at you before covering his mouth with his hands.

'Jisung and Minho?! Are you serious right now, Y/N?!' Felix's eyes were so wide. 'Oh my God!'

'Yah, shut up.' You laugh. 'Are you ignoring everything I say about us?'

'No no never. I assumed we were a thing... You know... Like you said, this whole no boundaries thing...i don't think half the things we've done are on the normal best friends catalog.' Felix said, falling back on your bed. And he smiles. 'So, we're good then?'

'Of course we are. And you don't have to worry, 'coz Jisung knows and it's all good.' You smile.

'Oh my God, Minho and Jisung?!' Felix was laughing so hard, you hit him with a pillow. 'Those dogs!'

'Shut up!'

'Cm'ere'

He grabs your arm, pulling you against him. You kiss him and your lips move together softly at first, and then more urgently.

'I love you, baby.' You mumble against his wet plump lips and your heart swells as he gives you the most radiant smile ever.

'I love you too, baby.' He whispered and his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

'Mum, what the hell is this?!' You whine as your mother adjusted your dress at the neckline. 'I look...bad.'

That neckline was definitely way too low for you and no matter how many times she pulled at it, it wasn't helping.

'I will just wear the other one, please.' You beg. 'Jisung likes me enough even if I wear a potato sack at this point. All this is for him right? This is not really necessary.'

'Sweetheart, stop right there. This is a really good dress. A little bit of style never killed anyone.' Your mum said, rolling her eyes and leaving the room.

Your father just looked so embarrassed as he saw you and he glared at you.

'Oh please, ask your wife.' You snap at him before going down the stairs. You waited on the couch for Jisung and you could hear your parents fighting upstairs.

'I'm leaving!' You yell as you slammed the front door shut and stalked over to Jisung's car.

'Oooo, sexy!' Jisung said as you got into his car and you give him such a glare, he just laughs, looking away.

'I've never seen you like this before.' Jisung said as he drove. 'Looks good though.'

'Well, my mother will be glad. This is to seduce you, so.' You bite out and he laughs more.

'Well, consider me seduced.' Jisung said, tickling your bare shoulder and you slap his hand away.

'Then I'll give it to Minho, so it'll be of some use.' You growl and he just laughs more.

'Whats wrong, babe? Are you uncomfortable? Why did you even wear it?' He asked softly. 'You know you don't have to do these things for me.'

'My mother thinks otherwise.' You mumble sadly. 'I don't feel like myself. But since I'm in it already, you better let her know that you like it. Or hate it. Whatever.'

'Don't worry about that.' Jisung said, taking your hand in his, and squeezing gently. 'I know this is my mum's doing. I'm sorry you have to do all this, Y/N. You look beautiful, I swear you do.'

'Thank you.' You said, giving him a smile. 'At least, Felix will be there, so...'

Jisung gives you a naughty smile and you just blush. You both walk into the venue for the charity event and spot Minho and Felix immediately, both in a conversation. You approach them, holding hands and seeing you, both of them stare with open mouths.

You just give them both a stiff smile and nod, completely, embarrassed.

'Y/N, what the -' Minho was at a loss of words.

And Felix took more time to recover.

'You look beautiful, babe.' He whispered, his eyes glinting with desire.

'Thank you.' You said, blushing.

And you all get talking have some dinner together. Just as you and Felix were talking, your mother appears by your side.

'Sweetheart, a word?'

You step aside with her and she says, 'Why are you and Jisung with these two all the time? Go spend some time together!'

You had a lot to say to her, and you put all that into one huge glare and she just pushed you away. You stalk towards your table and tap Jisung on the shoulder.

'A word?' You mutter and he follows you.

'What's wrong?' He asked.

'Don't you know? It's time to put in a show, it seems.' You say and Jisung just wraps an arm around your waist.

Away from the crowd, but still somewhere at least your mums can see, you both stop and you just want to cry.

'Jisung, this is not fair. I don't want to-' you start and he just puts his arms around you, and your little sobs are muffled against his warm chest.

'I'm so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault.' He says, just as sad. 'Let's get it over with.'

You nod, and he helps you wipe your tears away with a handkerchief, without ruining your makeup. And then you kiss. You just try to close your eyes and let him lead. You've never kissed a man this platonically in your life. It didn't evoke any feelings whatsoever in either of you. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

And just when you pull back, Minho and Felix come, wondering what had happened. And they freeze.

Minho drops the dessert he was holding, his mouth hanging open, and Felix took a step back, looking stung.

Without a word, Minho just walked away and out of the hall. Felix just stood looking at you, as you pushed Jisung to go after Minho. Felix watched Jisung go and turned to you, his eyes moist.

'You said... you promised...' Felix began but he just looked down at the glass in his hand and fell silent.

'Lixie, will you hear me out? Or are you just gonna run too?' You ask, holding his hand in yours tightly.

He looks at you, and a tear escapes his eye.

'We do this just to show our mums. It's sick, I know, but that's just how my life is right now. I feel absolutely nothing for him, or he for me. This is all just an act, so we can keep our mums off our backs. If they see that it's not working, they'll just find someone else for us. Lixie, I love only you I'm sorry you had to see that, but it's the truth.'

You wipe away your own tears and Felix nods.

'I don't think I'll get used to it.' Felix said sadly. 'Warn me next time.'

'I'll make sure you'll never have to see this again.' You say with a sigh. 'Lixie... You are free to leave me... You know that right? You don't deserve this.'

He just looks shocked that you said that.

'I'm not going anywhere!' He snapped at you. 'I know this is hard for you. I'm not leaving you to suffer alone! I know we're safe. And I'm not threatened by Jisung.'

You nod.

'I'm sorry I made you feel that way.' He whispered softly.

You just shake your head, wiping away some fresh tears.

You sit across from Minho at the cat cafe Jisung suggested. A nice black and white cat rested on Minho's lap, purring contently as Minho rubbed under it's ear. You had apologized to him before, but you and Jisung thought it would be a good idea for you to spend some time with Minho and Jisung with Felix, just to clear any misunderstandings.

'Minho, come on, how long are you gonna be mad at me?' You ask, looking at a cat having fun with your skirt.

'I'm not mad.' Minho said, his eyes fixed on the cat.

'I'm really sorry! I swear to God I don't love Jisung like that. I want Felix. He's the only one I have ever loved, Minho. He means the world to me. Jisung is a great guy, and you should never doubt his love for you.'

'I don't doubt him.'

'Ok good. So it's me you don't trust. Ok.'

'I didn't say that.'

'Do you think I enjoy having to kiss a man I don't even like? It's gross, Minho.'

'Kissing Jisung isn't gross.'

'It is for me.'

'Y/N. I'm not mad at you, I promise. I just...he's everything to me. I can't imagine what I'll do without him.'

'I know. I promise he's yours.' You said, and Minho looks at you with a little smile. And you smile back.

'Forgive me?' You ask.

'No. You forgive me for being an idiot.' Minho said, reaching across the table to take your hand. 'We'll not do this again. I hate fighting with Ji, or you. It's so stressful. I mean, there's no one who understands us like you do, and I always want us all to be together, happy.'

'Me too, Minho.'

And Jisung and Felix sat at the park with coffees and pastries, eating in silence. Before Jisung finally cleared his throat and said, 'I'm really sorry, Felix. We should've been clear about everything. This is not great for us either... But it's something we have to do. My parents know that I love Minho and they really believe that Y/N can seduce it out of me. I swear I don't know what they really think is wrong with me. It's embarrassing.'

'You don't have to apologize, Jisung. She told me everything.' Felix said, shaking his head. 'I'm sorry you have to go through all that.'

'It's horrible.' Jisung said, his voice thick. 'They always made me feel like I'm abnormal. And Y/N is the only one who ever understood. And I love her for it.'

Felix nods with a smile.

'She's like that... Always there, even if it's harder on her.' He said.

'You're really lucky to have her.' Jisung said with a grin.

'I am.' Felix said, grinning back.

As if things weren't hard enough, your mother announced your wedding date, which was less than six months away. You were scared and angry and just pushed past her and out of the house without a word. You called Jisung with tears in your eyes and he came to get you.

You sat with him at your regular cafe, where even now, the silly waitress made hearts over your coffee and gave you a little wink. Jisung just cringed, as he thanked her and looked back at you.

'What can I do, Y/N. Tell me, I'll do whatever you want. I don't even care anymore.' He said, holding your hand.

'Can we run away? You and me, Felix and Minho, all of us. Can't we just run away?' You ask, your voice trembling.

'Sweetheart, let's just go and tell them everything.' Jisung said, his voice heavy with resignation.

'Let's run away.' You say again, and Jisung just drops his head on the table.

'Ji, please. Let's just go somewhere... My parents are suffocating me and it's just so hard to be home right now.' You say in a small voice that you know Jisung can't say no to.

And that's how you two end up in a little cabin in the mountains with Felix and Minho. You love this. This is your dream life - the four of you, happy and together. Obviously, way too far fetched, but still a good dream.

Felix smiled as he joined you in the little back porch, shoulders brushing.

'This is nice.' He says, giving you a soft look.

'It is.' You whisper before pressing your lips to his. Your lips move together, slow and warm, and just as you lean closer, the door opens and Minho steps out. You hear a groan and giggle, letting Felix pull you into his arms.

'What do you want Minho?' You ask, giving him a playful glare.

'You were begging for the shower, so just wanted to let you know that it's free now.' Minho said, grinning at you.

'Oh thank you thank you!' You sing, rushing into the cabin, leaving Minho and Felix chuckling.

You have a nice long bath, feeling so relaxed and safe, knowing the boys are around and you don't have to worry about anything while you were here with them. Once done, you wrap a fluffy towel around your body and walk out of the bathroom. Three pairs of eyes follow you as you walk and you turn around slowly. Minho whistles, and you sigh.

'What the fuck is wrong with you all?' You mutter, and Jisung snaps out of it first, blushing.

Minho laughs, getting a glare from Jisung and your eyes meet Felix, who follows you into your room like a puppy.

'You naughty girl, why would you do that to us?!' Felix asks, pulling you into his arms.

You just laugh and put your arms around his neck and press a kiss to his lips. He walks you back to the bed and pulls the towel off your body slowly, before he watches you get on the bed.

His lips are soft as he places open mouthed kisses down your neck and chest and you hold him close as he makes love to you. You are so happy here, with him.

Later as you pull on some clothes, you realize that you had left your engagement ring in the bathroom. It's so weird, not having it on your finger and you try not to look as flustered as you feel. Felix is just lying on the bed giving you a lazy look, not bothering to get dressed.

'Come on, Lix, let's go help with dinner ok?' You say, as you leave the room and you hear him sigh before mumbling an ok.

Jisung steps into the bathroom, and his eyes immediately fall on the ring sitting on the sink. He feels a pang of hurt as he picks it up. Of course, you didn't love each other like that, but months of being together all the time, pretending to be lovers had him feeling a lot protective over you. He liked Felix, he was a good guy. But still seeing his ring sitting here, neglected, had him feeling things.

Suddenly you rush in and look at the sink and say, 'Shit, did you see my ring? I kept it here before-'

Jisung holds it out and you see that he's just... sad? You take the ring and slip it onto your finger and ask, 'What's wrong, Ji?'

'I don't know.' Jisung says, not looking at you. 'I'll miss you...when we break off the engagement... I will miss you a lot.'

'Hey, it's not goodbye or anything. You're not just my fiance, you're my best friend.' You say, taking his hand in yours.

'Isn't Felix your best friend?' Jisung asked teasingly.

'He is my boyfriend, now. So you're promoted to best friend, Jisungie. You can't get rid of me.' You said, hugging him and he laughs.

Minho comes around at the exact time and groans.

'Why am I catching you both like this all the time?' He asked, leaning against the door frame. 'Maybe you shouldn't call off the engagement.'

'Minho!' Jisung says, giving him a look.

'Or, I could just marry both of you.' Minho adds, making you laugh.

'Minho, I think you're just making excuses now. You're obsessed with me. Admit it.' You say, brushing past him, making sure to press him against the door frame, and he just sighs, placing a hand against his heart.

'Am I that obvious?' He asks, and Jisung slaps his back as he follows you to the kitchen.

'Stop flirting with my girl, Minho.' Felix calls out.

'Tell your girl to stop flirting with my boy, then.' Minho says and you just laugh.

'Jisungie was mine first. Sorry, Min.' You stick your tongue out at him and hold your hand up to show your ring.

'See?' Minho points out to Felix.

Felix laughs, wrapping his arms around you from the back and resting his chin on your shoulder.

'Ok, we can make a deal, I'll just marry all of you. So I can still have Jisungie, and Minho can us both and I'll be with Lixie.' You say, and Minho laughs, joined by Jisung.

'That's a lot. Do you think you can satisfy all your customers equally, hm?' Minho asked, placing his elbow on the table and putting his chin on his hand.

'Mhm, wouldn't you like to know.' You just shake your head and Minho gives you a smug look.

You feel Felix's lips on your neck and you smile.

'I'm so happy to be here, with you guys. I feel more at home here with you than anywhere else.' You say softly, eyes stinging with tears. 'I never want this to end.'

'Hey, no crying here.' Jisung says watching Felix wipe your tears away, and kissing your cheek.

Minho gives you a loving smile and you know you've made a family of your own out of this mess.

'So, what's gonna happen when we get back? Six months isn't much.' He says, sighing.

'I don't think we should wait anymore. Our parents are gonna freak out no matter when we tell them.' Jisung says, taking a seat next to Minho.

'You're right. No point dragging this on.' You agree, and your arms cover Felix's on your waist. 'I just hope they don't put me on house arrest or something.'

'I don't think you should stay after we reveal our intentions. Of course they're gonna imprison you! You should move in with Felix, or you can come stay with me until you have a plan.' Minho says and you look at Felix.

'I live with my parents, so, I guess you'll have to take me in too.' Felix tells Minho with a shrug.

'What's with you rich people?' Minho grumbles. 'Fine you can all come and stay with me then.'

'I hope you're good with speeches, Y/N, because I suck.' Jisung says, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.

Jisung looked terrified as you both sat in front of your parents. You each had a bag packed and ready in Jisung's car. Jisung was sweating profusely and he hand your hand in a tight grip.

'What's going on, Y/N?' Your father asked and you and Jisung exchanged a glance before you told them that you didn't want to get married.

All four of the elders looked furious.

'Dad! You can't be asking me to marry a man who can never love me or even give me a family! Come on!' You snap as your father gives you a threatening look.

'My son is perfectly capable of giving you a family!' Jisung's mother snapped at you.

'I am aware, thank you. He doesn't want to do it though.' You said, poking Jisung on his rib to make him talk.

'Yeah, um, no, I don't want to.' He spits out, his voice trembling.

'Why not?!' Your mother questions him.

'Because I don't like her like that. Um, I don't like girls...like that?' Jisung just holds on to you tighter.

'Look at yourself, saying you don't want her and then clinging on to her!' Your mother says, her words sharp.

'Mom, we're friends. We still love each other as friends. We just don't want to get married.' You say, trying not to shout. 'Jisung is a good man-'

'If this is for Felix, you won't get that wish granted you spoiled brat!' Your mother snaps again.

'Unfortunately for you, this IS for Felix. I love him and he's the only man I want. So there.' You shout back and Jisung pulls you back as you take a step towards your mother.

'How dare you?!'

You feel the sting of her hand on your cheek as she slaps you and Jisung is so shocked, he puts his arms around you, looking at your red cheek.

'I love Felix.' You say again. 'And I'm going to him after this. I'm sorry I'm a disappointment to you. But you should know that you're a disappointment to me too, because you guys just tried to get me married to a gay man just for the sake of your business.'

Your father looked stricken. And Jisung's parents looked guilty.

'Jisung is an amazing man and I truly love him as my friend. I will always be there for him, but he doesn't want a wife. He loves a man, a great one at that. And you all can't just barge in and make our lives all about your business deals.' You say, and you take Jisung's hand. You see that he's crying and you wipe his tears off.

'Don't let anyone tell you that you're not good enough. You are more than just good. So is Minho.' You tell him and the two of you leave, not looking back.

'You really said all that?' Felix asked, his eyes huge.

'She did.' Jisung confirmed as he placed an ice pack against your cheek.

You push it away as it stung and say, 'It was just a slap, Ji. I don't need an ice pack.'

'I can't believe she put her hand on you.' Felix says, and you could see that he was furious.

'You guys, it's alright. I've seen worse. Besides, I'm just glad that it's all over.'

Felix just stroked your hair gently, kissing you slightly reddened cheek.

You look at Jisung and smile at him, then just as you were about to take off your ring, he stops you.

'Y/N. Please don't.' He said shaking his head.

You gave him a confused look, so does Felix.

'I bought that ring for you. It's not like Minho is gonna wear it even if you give it back.' Jisung said, looking at Minho for support.

Minho nodded with a smile and said, 'Yeah, keep it.'

You look at Felix who nods too.

'If that's what you want.' He says softly and you nod.

'Thank you, Ji.' You say and he steps forward to hug you.

'There you go.' Minho said with a grin and you push Jisung away and hug Minho next.

'You're obsessed, Minho. This is so unhealthy.' You state and this makes Felix and Jisung snigger.

'You're choking me, sweetheart, is that your thing?' Minho teased and you laugh. 'Choking?'

'Sad for you, coz you'll never find out.' You say, shaking your head with a smirk.

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Can you do a reader that crochets with Mikey and/or mitsuya (tr) PLEASEEE🙏🏻😮‍💨

I just think it’s the cutest thing that Mikey would either whine for her attention or mitsuya intensively watch as he’s mesmerized.. also trying to teach them but failing miserably because he’s so impatient..🥰🥰

Absolutely! Ah, this is so adorable!🤭

Mikey:

He was the one who actually sent you random pictures of crochet hats, scarves, and toys telling that they're cute and you guys should get some. To you, it was more than "buy" because you were amazed by they way it was done. After watching videos on YouTube, you decided to try crocheting. Surprisingly, it was easy. Now, it consumed your whole time because you kept finding news things to crochet, which also means you gave Mikey a bit little attention and would text him a bit later whenever he'd text you. At first, he thought it was cool because you'd make him random cute hats and scarves, but he didn't want that. He wanted you and your attention.

You were crocheting cloves when Mikey sighed, squeezing his way and laying on your lap as you sat on the bed, fully focused on your crocheting. He sighed loudly, hugging your waist; he's a big baby, just wants your attention all the damn time. "What's wrong, bubs?" You asked, not stopping your work. Mikey looked at you with a pout, "give me attention, please. You've been crocheting a bit, too much. I want my girls full attention. That's an order." He went back to hugging you with a pout. You chuckled, putting the crochet aside and gently caressed Mikey's hair, "I'm sorry baby, I thought you liked it when I'd crochet for you." He got up and was facing you now, "I do! But I also want cuddles and playing with my hair and my hugs! It's not even that hard. Why do you have to give it your full attention?". You narrowed your brows and let put a small huh in a joke, "alright, let me teach you how to do it then, then we crochet together." Mikey snuggled into you. His back rested on your chest as he held the hock and the yarn. His hands held by yours as you lead him; he only did it right when you were holding his hands leading the way, but he couldn't do it alone because he wasn't sure how to. He groaned, putting it aside and just flipping himself on you. You let out a small yelp and chuckled as your hands found their way in his soft hair as he hugged you, "cuddle me." He ordered, and you did just that. That clove can wait, you thought.

Mitsuya

Watching Mitsuya work on the new design is so soothing. You loved spending time with him and watching him sew clothes; you wanted to join him in his work but every time you try it just doesn't go well and you desperately wanted to do something that you both can share in work.

Mitsuya was working on a new summer dress design for you, and you were scrolling through pinterest when you came across a crochet top. Immediately, you walked towards Mitsuya to show him, "How do you make these? It's cute!" You said happily, showing him the picture, "that's a crochet, my love. And it is cute, would look adorable on you." You tilted your head, "crochet? How's that?" He smiled, pulling you to sit on his lap as he showed you a few videos on his phone about crochet as you watched in aww. "Ah, that's such a talented thing to do." He nodded, "Yes, but it's hard. I tried it in high school and kinda failed." You pouted, "Oh, that's sad. Anyways, thanks for showing me new things!" You kissed his cheek before hugging him. And he just chuckled holding you closer.

That night, you came across a video on crochet and ended up falling in a crochet rabbit hole. You had decided that you would learn to crochet; without telling Mitsuya, you went shopping for the essentials and went home and started to work immediately. You were overjoyed when you realised that you found it easy to crochet, so you started small by making cloves, then a hat, and then spent a week making the top that you saw on pinterest. You were excited to show off your new top to Mitsuya, and even better to inform him that you made it.

Happily, you rushed to his room once you got to his apartment. Opening the door to the room, you walked in with a huge grin on your face, hands on either side you stood there catching his attention before twirling around, "Tada! How's my top?" Mitsuya grabbed your hand, pulling you closer from when he sat, "that's a beautiful top, my love. You went shopping?" You giggled, shaking your head, "I made it myself. See." You showed Mitsuya the things that you've been crocheting. He gasped, "Really? Oh, look at my girl learning how to crochet. You're so talented, my angel." There was nothing better than getting praised by Mitsuya to you. "Would you show me how you crochet?" You nodded happily before getting on the bed and getting the things out of your bag and starting to show him how to crochet while he just sat there with a smile fully focused on your joyful smile instead of the crocheting. He loved seeing you happy like that. You got off the bed and handed it to him as he tried to copy your ways but kept failing, he ended up laughing at how he was unable to understand it's basics before handing it back to you and pulling you closer, "guess you have to make me my new cloves and hats."