#i just walked into my living room and my god

[imsofreakingtired]

ok since the people are asking for a sequel to this fic... i must deliver 🫡

crawling back to you

content warning(s): angst - buT THERES A HAPPY ENDING I SWEAR

"crawlin' back to you, ever thought of callin' when you've had a few? 'cause i always do maybe i'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new."

~~~

Sevika catches you halfway back to the apartment. You are bathed in the neon light of the sign of the Last Drop several steps ahead, making you feel like a hologram. That might have been all you were to Sevika. A hologram. Something pleasant to look at, not tempting enough to touch.

“Baby,” she says, “let me explain.” 

She’s not even out of breath. Your world is falling apart and she probably just decided to walk leisurely after you, as if you barely mattered more than just another one of her girls. 

You avoid her gaze. “I thought you were busy tonight.” 

“I am,” she snaps. “This is ridiculous.” 

You’re silent.

“Did you actually think I was going to Babette's every night? You think I’d lie to you that way?” 

“I don't know,” you hiss. “Would you?” 

You know people are overhearing the two of you, but your anger bubbles over like a boiling vat of undiluted Shimmer. Sevika glares down at you, and you feel a twist in your heart. This is the end of everything. Even though she’s the one at fault, she’s the one with the records in Babette’s and not you, you feel like you’re the one pulling all the wrong strings. 

Your question hurts her more than she would ever let on. Of all the people who’d accuse her of lying, she never thought the dagger would be driven home by you. She wants to tell you she’s sorry, that she doesn’t know why she went into the arms of a stranger rather than risk being vulnerable to you. She wants to tell you all she was trying to do was protect you from her. She wants to ask: if she showed you the cracks in her skin where she’d broken and put herself together again, would you still stay?

But she can’t, because now there’s a wall of ice between you and you are already turning away. This time, she doesn’t follow. 

When she comes home late that night, the apartment is empty. 

~~~

You have found a small, run-down inn where the rats skitter beneath the floorboards and the water doesn’t run half the time, and you’ve sworn every single person you know to secrecy regarding your whereabouts. Every day that goes by feels heavier without Sevika. 

You smoke Shimmer vaporizers to escape the lonely silence of the room, you find work in a scrap metal shop and spend every waking minute of the day trying not to miss her. Trying not to fall into that endless pit of remorse. Go back, go back, get the fuck back and apologize. She was a mess when you met her. You know she can’t live without you. You’re terrified she might do something dangerous and reckless to herself, that she might hurt herself or worse. You find yourself wondering at night if she had eaten dinner or if she had just gone to sleep after a smoke and a shot of whiskey. You have nightmares of seeing her dead at your feet. 

One night it rains like Zaun has never seen before. It’s like the sky has opened up like a wailing mouth, or a gaping wound. Torrents of rainwater rush between buildings and submerge basements. It’s a night no one in their right mind would ever bother going out in. 

So of course that’s the night you hear the banging on your door. 

You open it, a broken bottle in hand, ready for a threat. You think it could be the manager, a sneaking thief who stealthily raises the price of the rooms with each passing week. 

Instead you see Sevika. 

Her prosthetic arm is detached and she isn’t wearing her cloak. Her hair is plastered wetly against her face. Her clothes are drenched. 

Your first thought: is she out of her mind?

Your second: oh my gods. She’s lost her mind.

“How did you know I was here?” You demand loudly. “Are you trying to catch your death?” 

The second part of the sentence comes out as instinct, and you’re embarrassed but it’s too late. Her brows were knit together like thunderclouds, but her expression softens slightly when she hears the concern in your voice. She had been preparing herself for anything. She was convinced you had already found someone new, and were living with them. Now there’s hope. You might still care about her. 

“Get the fuck in here,” you snap, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the room as if she’s a misbehaving child. You yank the moth-eaten sheets off the bed and throw them around her shoulders. “Are you drunk? Why aren’t you saying anything?” 

Fear pierces through your irritation. Has something happened? Is she sick? Is she running from something?

Sevika looks down at you, watching wordlessly as you try to rub the water off her skin. When you let go of her, she lets the sheets fall to the floor. 

You throw your hands up helplessly. “What are you doing here? Who told you I was here?” 

“You think I needed a gingerbread trail to find you?” 

You fall quiet, cursing yourself inwardly. Sevika probably knew where you were since the day you left. 

You know why she’s here. You can see it in her eyes, where all her unspoken emotions betray her. But she can’t translate them into words. She can’t say the words you need to hear. 

You sit down on the bed with a heavy sigh. The room is silent but for the sound of dripping water. Finally you speak. 

“Babette says you only went there once.” You look at her. “Why?” 

She looks down. “I was drunk.” 

“You gonna use that excuse every time from now on?”

“No,” she says sharply. “I thought—I thought I didn’t have you anymore.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

She shakes her head, frustrated. “I don’t know. I don’t know, I just—I—” 

She comes forward suddenly, and you instinctively draw back, thinking she might hit something. There’s a desperate look in her face that you’ve never seen before. But she doesn’t raise her hand. She kneels on the floor in front of you. 

“Sevika, what—?”

“Take me back,” she pleads, her voice rough. “I swear it’ll never happen again, so—take me back.” 

You try to stay angry. You try to push her away. But when you look in her dark grey eyes and see the tears standing on the lashes, you find you can’t do either. You feel the heat of her body against your knees, and as you slowly remove the string tying her hair and run your fingers through the wet strands you realize with a pang just how badly you missed her. 

Sevika gives a sigh and lays her head down in your lap. 

“You’re not entirely forgiven yet,” you tell her. 

“I know,” she says, her voice muffled. 

It’s as close as she’ll ever come to saying she’s sorry. You think it’s not a bad start. 

~~~

note: your honor she is just a sad wet puppy in the rain and has done nothing wrong in her life ever 😭🙏

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[ourdreamsareneon]

When I lived in Lower Hutt (in Aotearoa for you yanks), me and my flatmate asked our landlords if our friend and her cat could move in. They said know because they couldn't "trust" us with another cat (still trying to figure out what that means to this day) so we went "okay....can our other friend move in? he doesn't have a cat?" emphasis on the *he*. The first flat inspection we had, our landlords walked into his room which was decorated with stuffed animals and pink blankets and there was a noticeable silence before the woman landlord piped up and said, "so he likes pink?" In a deadly serious tone, raised brow to me and everything. I just furrowed my brows and said, "yeah?" Then the man landlord later commented "where are the cats?"

Anyway, he's a trans man and God forbid men like "girly" things. It was easier for them to assume we were hiding a cat and a whole grown ass woman.

Did I ever tell you guys one of my moms reasons for why I cannot possibly be a trans man is because I own stuffed animals.

[withlovemark]

“how to ask your girlfriend if you’re bad at sex?”

warnings: smut! vibrator, protected sex, overstimulation, squirting

jisung! rummages through your drawers looking for your phone charger, his phone a little under 20%, when he stumbled upon a pink device, half the size of his hand, with a hello kitty top, confusion etched onto his face.

bringing it closer, he examines his new discovery. clicking on the one button he could find, the device comes to life, vibration coursing through his fingers.

he drops it in shock, finally realizing what it was before furiously shutting it off as fast as he could, every click just switching to a new beat before finally powering off and throwing it back where he found it, slamming! your drawer shut.

why the hell did you have a vibrator?

“sungie, you okay in there?,” you yell from your living room.

“y-yeah baby! just dropped my phone,” he replies quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket and doing the only thing he could think of.

—

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hypothetically…

haechan: i’m sleeping.

jisung: if u find a hypothetical hello kitty vibrator in ur girl’s hypothetical drawer, does that mean ur bad at sex…hypothetically?

haechan: im up

chenle: yes

mark: no

jisung: mark pls elaborate

chenle: fuck u how about me?

jisung: idgaf about ur opinion!

haechan: yeah! wdgaf!

chenle: k. all im saying is my girl doesn’t need a vibrator with how good my dick is

mark: don’t listen to him, think of the vibrator as your friend 🙂‍↕️

jisung: this isn’t about me! it’s hypothetical!

haechan: yeah, i agree with mark … my girl and i tried it last month and 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

mark: too much unwanted information about ur sex life but yeah same here, felt like i died and went to heaven for a split second too

haechan: omg what type of vibrator ur girl got? 😛

mark: not telling you

haechan: ☹️

chenle: real men used to go to war for pussy now they let a battery operated device beat them at sex

haechan: stfu chenle u know nothing!

mark: real men used to go to war for pussy now they’re scared once their girl touches a vibrator she’ll never need his dick again

haechan: ooooohhhh get him!

*chenle has left the gc*

haechan: dramatic ass bitch, no one add him back!

jeno: what’s happening here?

*renjun has added chenle to the gc*

mark: couldn’t even last a second 😂

haechan: renjun you traitor!

renjun: i actually don’t give a fuck!, jisung just go talk to your girlfriend about it for the love of god! and chenle stop messaging me!

chenle: just ordered a vibrator, gonna prove to yall that my girl don’t need that shit

haechan: which one did u get? u want recs? 🤓

jaemin: jisung can you ask y/n where she got her hello kitty vibrator so i can get one for my girl? 🥺

jisung: this is not about y/n!

—

he sighs in frustration, his friends were absolutely no help but he was more at ease knowing that their girlfriends had one too. taking renjun’s advice, he decides to just talk to you about it but he couldn’t find a way to do so.

he stays there on your bed googling how to ask your gf if you're bad at sex?, until his phone died, leaving him staring at the wall.

you entered the room, eyeing him suspiciously, he was supposed to be back in the living room 30 minutes ago, it doesn’t take that long to grab your charger, “you okay?” you ask.

“amibadatsex?,” he quickly blurts out, brain completely shutting down.

“what?,”

“am i bad at sex?,”

“what?! no!,”

“oh…”

“is there a reason why you’re asking this?,”

“i uhm…found your vibrator”

your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “oh my god jisung, why were you snooping through my stuff!?”

“i wasn’t! i was just looking for your charger, i swear!,” he nervously explains, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“i-i got one when you were on tour,” you confessed, cheeks still pink from this conversation.

“oh…,”

”yeah…” you look down at your feet, just wanting the ground to open up, swallow you whole and take you away from this conversation.

jisung walks over to where you were standing, gently turning your face towards him, “you don’t have to be embarrassed baby but can you please tell me why?, i don’t feel too good about it,” he reveals his insecurity and you knew you had to clear things up.

“i just- i couldn’t cum with my fingers alone anymore…i needed yours but of course that wasn’t possible so i decided to try it out”

he feels his pants tighten at your confession. the image of you getting frustrated at not being able to cum without him going straight to his cock.

“did it work?,”

“uhm yeah, it actually did….but it can never make me feel the way you do,” you admit, easing his worries.

he thinks back to what mark and haechan said. “can i try it?,”

“huh? i mean sure, i don’t know what it would feel like for you though,”

“oh my god no….can i try it on you?,”

“oh…like you’re gonna use it on me?,”

“yeah, can i play with you?,”

“oh o-okay,”

slowly you walk over, grabbing the vibrator out of your drawer and handing it to him, nerves of excitement bubbling through you.

“how does it work?,” he asks, inspecting the pink device again.

“well, it has 8 different vibrations, i usually just use the first 3, they feel the best for me and well you just place it where you would usually touch me,” you explain and he nods attentively.

“sit down,” he backs you into your bed, voice going an octave deeper and all you can do is follow his order.

sitting on the edge of your bed, jisung kneels down right in front of your core, you watch him, feeling yourself getting more turned on with every second that passes.

he pulls your shorts down, hips automatically raising up, before diving back into your clothed core, breathing in your scent and pulling your panties to the side, “you’re already so wet baby,” he praises licking a strip down your folds. there’s no way your vibrator is going to taste you before he does.

“does it turn you on knowing what i'm about to do?,”

you moan in response pussy clenching at nothing, “stop teasing sung please,”

jisung clicks the device once, the vibration hitting your ears in the quiet room, quickly pushing it on your cunt. you hiss at the first contact and he pulls it away, afraid he had hurt you, “what? what happened? are you okay?,”

“im okay sungie it was just too much too quick,” you smile, “here,” you guide him back to your pussy, “just push it lightly first, let me get used to it,” he does so, moving your vibrator in slow circles until it finally hit you at the righ spot, “ohhh, f-fuck,” you moan. jisung takes note of it, placing it there again earning another whine from you, “r-right there, baby, turn it up”

he clicks it again, the device gaining more speed before placing it back on your wet pussy, “oh my god!,” you moan, hand clutching his t-shirt, pussy clenching around air, “f-feel what im feeling baby,” you say, grabbing his other hand and leading it right to your hole. his fingers disappearing in you, “you’re so fucking tight,” he compliments in awe.

with the way he has curled his finger repetitively hitting that spot you can never seem to reach, the vibrator humming against your clit, your body gives in quicker than usual, “i-im cumming, baby i-dont stop, keep it right there,” you moan, pushing his hand harder, the added pressure finally sending you to release, back hitting your bedsheets, eyes rolling back. jisung watches in amazement, collecting the juices with his tongue making you whine.

all he could think about is if you were that tight around his finger, how would you feel around his throbbing cock.

“i need to feel you,” he makes his way over to you, soft lips landing on yours as you taste yourself in his tongue. he pushes his body on top of yours, making you feel his hard member, “you feel that baby? that’s how much i need you”

you swiftly discard his tight jeans, freeing him from his boxers, large cock springing up to his stomach. reaching for the condom in your nightstand, you place it on him, he moans at the squeeze of your hand, his rock hard boner somehow getting harder and you start getting worried. his cock was always enough to make you see stars but with the added vibrations you’re not too sure if you could take it.

you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as he lined up against your core, slowly entering you, moans mixing in the air.

“fuck jisung, y-you’re so big,”

“baby,” he grunts, rocking into you, your wet pussy making it easy for him to slide in and out.

he grabs your vibrator again, clicking it on and placing it back on your clit, pussy immediately tightening around him. he groans as you pull him closer and closer towards you, the vibration going straight to his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasps at the new sensation.

“f-feels so good sungie,” you whine against his ear, hips meeting his every thrust, getting quicker and quicker. the rest of your clothes being thrown across the room. you grab onto his back for support.

with his body against you and yours still being sensitive from your previous orgasm, jisung feels you cum hard. you were so fucking tight around his dick, it all feels too good. his lips swallow your moans as he continues his actions, desperately chasing his release.

“j-jisung” you gasp in pain, vibrator still placed firmly on your clit, but your boyfriend’s thrusts were getting messier and messier, signaling his nearing orgasm, and you wanted him to cum just as hard.

soon enough the pain turned into pleasure, a new commotion stirring up in your stomach, down to your toes. you no longer understand the feeling that’s taking over.

your vibrator has made you cum so many times before but you never felt it work with your boyfriend’s dick — this was entirely new territory.

“f-fuck, j-jisung, i’m gonna-,” you scream at the overstimulation, legs shaking, toes curling and before you knew it your pussy pushed him away, juices squirting onto his belly.

“holy shit babe,” he groans, the action sends jisung into overdrive, watching it all unfold as his release quickly fills up the condom, “aghhh,” he grunts in pleasure, body going slack on yours as you tried to calm your racing hearts.

“what just happened?,” he asks in amazement.

“i-i think i just squirted,”

“you think?”

“i think so, i-i don't know, it's never happened before,” you confess, getting embarrassed. he can’t help but smirk proudly, knowing that he was the first and only person to get you to do that.

jisung kisses you before you have the chance to hide behind your embarrassment.

“that was so. fucking. hot,” he compliments in between kisses” let’s do it again”

—

he finally finds your charger on top of your desk, his phone coming alive. in just a span of 2 hours he and his new friend have made you cum a total of 6 times, him 4, the room smelling of sex. and honestly he could go again but you have made him stop for now, body exhausted.

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hi chat

haechan: he’s alive! so how was it? tell us everything! 😏

chenle: no one cares

haechan: i care!

mark: yo dude u good? you just stopped responding

jisung: sorry, phone died

jisung: can confirm

jisung: 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

*haechan reacted 🤩 to your message*

*mark reacted 😂 to your message*

renjun: you’re welcome

chenle: just paid for expedited shipping yall better not be lying to me rn

jaemin: jisung did you ever ask y/n where she got it?

jisung: oh it’s at www.NowCummingToday.com/sanriocollab-hellokitty-vibrator

jaemin: thank you!! 😚

renjun: that can’t be a real site

jeno: holy shit they have so many options

chenle: robots are gonna take over my girls pussy and it’s your faults

haechan: ooh! try the rose toy! that one’s crazy ahaha 🤓

jisung: 🫡

mark: 🫡

jaemin: 🫡

an: happy bday to my baby jisung <3 (p.s. i tried to do the little smau text thing bcs those are my favorites to read but i honestly couldn’t find an app that was free plus too lazy to figure it out so sorry!…if anyone has tips pls let me know >.< )

[hrrtshape]

where is the stuff that i manifested?

why is my reality lagging? why am i, the divine, the ordained, the girl on the hill, not seeing the thing i have declared mine? i have sat in the temple of assumption. i have dined with the lords of the quantum realm. i have whispered my desires into the cosmos like a mistress to the moon. so where the fuck is it?

breathe. inhale. exhale. do not become a tragic greek figure, clawing at the sky, cursing the gods, wailing into the abyss. you are not sisyphus. you are not icarus. you are, in fact, the universe wearing a silly little meatsuit. and the universe is not incompetent.

but let’s get clinical. let’s get ruthless. let’s get biblical.

i , are you checking the 3d like a victorian wife checking the window for her husband’s ship? if you keep looking at the 3d for confirmation, you are living in the state of lack. and what does the 3d do? it mirrors. so if you live in the state of “where is it,” the 3d will say, “where is what” right back to you. congrats, you’ve manifested a waiting room. enjoy the grey chairs and outdated magazines.

ii , are you persisting or are you pouting? manifestation is not a negotiation. you do not get to sit across from the universe like a hostile business partner, arms crossed, demanding results before you believe. belief is the contract. assumption is the currency. you are either in the state of the wish fulfilled, or you are outside in the cold, shivering, looking through the window at your desire having a candlelit dinner without you.

iii , are you declaring or are you begging? the universe does not respond to “please, oh mighty forces, grant me this one thing.” the universe responds to, “this is mine because i said so.” you do not ask. you do not hope. you do not weep at the altar. you declare.

iv , are you actually embodying it? or are you just thinking about it in a cute way? imagining yourself as the version of you who has it is not a one-time aesthetic exercise. it is a full-body possession. the reality in which you have it is the real reality. this one, the one that says you don’t, is the illusion. the question is, which one do you choose to believe?

v , are you reacting to the 3d like it’s god? the 3d is old news. the 3d is a corpse. the 3d is a polaroid of a moment that has already passed. if you react to it, if you bow to it, if you let it dictate your inner world, you are breathing life back into the past instead of standing in the present, drenched in your fulfilled desire, dripping in inevitability.

vi , do you actually think it’s yours? or do you just want it? wanting is not having. wanting is the antithesis of having. wanting says, “this is separate from me.” having says, “it is done.” when you order food at a restaurant, you do not sit there worrying that it won’t come. you just know it’s on the way. so why are you treating your desire like a lost package instead of an assured delivery?

the 3d will fold. it will bend to your assumption like a devout disciple. but only if you hold the line. only if you refuse to be swayed by what is already dead. only if you walk like the god you are, not the peasant you fear you might be.

your desire is yours. it always was. the question is, will you finally start acting like it?

idea inspired by @scentedpeachlandcreator !!!!!! go check her out right neow .

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Your dark Quinn is DELICIOUS! May we have more!?

I can't get the gif of Quinn out of my mind from the awards last season. The one where hesfixining his tie? Can we get some outfit picking? Quinn approving and disapproving of the reader's dresses for the upcoming awards show?

Please,make my dreams come true? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Nonnie...I went down a very slutty rabbithole with this one. If you (or anyone else) don't want 1,500 words of smut right out the gate. Ignore this one. If you'd like a redo, let me know, please!

It goes without saying: dark sexual themes throughout, just....dark everything. There's too much to list. 18+ Rated A for Adult, lol. Y'all know the drill!

"Darling, I need you to show me what you're planning on wearing next weekend," Quinn spoke, giving you a sideways glance as you passed by him in the living room. You stopped when he spoke to you, giving him your full and undivided attention anytime he spoke to you. He'd beckon you to come closer to the sofa where he sat, instructing you to sit and straddle his hips before he'd continue. His hands found the curve of your hips like a magnet, fingers clawing at them gently, while your hands rested on the top of his shoulders.

"Do you have an idea of what you want to show me?" He pressed, bouncing you with his leg a couple times so you slid closer to his chest.

"I have several I think you'd like," you smiled, keeping your hands where they were, but wanting to play with his hair. Your eyes remained on his, knowing he didn't like when they wandered.

Quinn breathed deep the smell of your shampoo as he leaned up into you to place a kiss to your exposed collarbone. His hands trailed from your shorts, up under the hem of your tank-top, to tease your taut nipples with the soft pads of his thumbs. Your sharps gasps brought a smirk to his lips while he continued to dot your skin with his affections, careful not to leave a mark anywhere it might be seen by a prying camera.

"Someone's a little needy this morning," he teased, working fast circles on your left bud while your hips grinded against him. You could feel your heartbeat pounding between your legs, just wanting to beg him to touch you but you knew he wouldn't. It was a treat that he was even letting you tease yourself through the friction of your cloth shorts. You could already feel the fabric grow cool from your arousal.

"What are you doing, princess?" He hummed, feeling you try to push deeper into his hips; struggling to press your clit on something that would give you the stimulation you craved.

Your answer to his question was simply a moan, as his tongue took over for his finger. His hot breath and spit against your sensitive button sent a fresh wave of tingles coursing through your body, Your pussy ached for the feeling of a touch that wasn't your own, of something you couldn't anticipate the sensation of.

"Answer me, sweetheart, or you'll be grounded."

/Grounded./ Quinn's definition of the word meant no orgasms, either by your own doing or his, no matter how much you begged, promised, or cried. He'd get you just to the point of release, time-after-time, just to leave you in tears while he walked away, making you think he was going to lift your punishment when in reality it only made it worse. You had only been "grounded" once, and it had been the worst week you could remember. You had never felt more desperate, more needy, or touch starved than the week he kept you waiting. But god, when he finally let you come, you felt weightless for an hour afterwards.

"I want you to touch me, please," you replied, breathlessly following his one and only warning, stopping your movements while he spoke.

Quinn's tone deepened, "Do you want me to touch you, or do you want to get off?"

"Both," you answered immediately, your chest heaving.

He just grinned at your answer, that devious smirk that drove you equally as crazy as it frightened you.

"Get up, princess," he ordered, withdrawing his hands from your body, leaving you stunned and fearful you had answered incorrectly. "Now."

Without needing another push, you pulled yourself off of him and stood beside him, trying so hard to be patient.

"In my lap, sweetheart."

Swallowing hard, you did as you were told, and soon found yourself between his thighs, your hands resting on either side of him.

"You're such a good girl, doing as you're told so quickly," he growled deeply into your ear. "I don't like having to tell you twice. Thank you for not making me do that."

"You're-- welcome," you choked out, finding yourself nervous for whatever was about to happen. You mind was fuzzy with wants and unspoken desires, making it harder to focus on the present.

Quinn's breathy laugher sent goosebumps across your skin as his right hand roamed. "I like to reward good girls."

His fingers slipped under the band of your shorts and painfully slow, inched across your bare skin until he discovered just how wet you were for him. You never disappointed him on that front, and he loved being surprised with just how intense it was. There were few things that topped how his fingers felt when you craved him so badly, they were a second to his tongue, of course. Your back arched against him as he traced the outline of your lips so lightly you had to focus to feel it. He was playing with you, but it didn't matter: you were getting what you had asked for, and if you played your cards right, he'd complete both of your wants at once.

"You get so wet so fast, princess. I hardly even touched you. Tsk, tsk, tsk," his tongue ticked against the back of his teeth. "Such a desperate little thing you are, aren't you?"

"Yes!" You moaned as he slipped his index into you, the sound of your wet sex popping in the quietness of his apartment while he buried his finger into you as deep as the angle would allow him. You were tightening against him, pushing into each thrust with quickening desperation.

Having given you a taste of what you could expect later, Quinn withdrew his finger, slick with your fluids, and took to rapidly stroking your plump clit. Your moans grew deeper, and more consistent with each wave of pleasure that washed over you.

"You sound so beautiful, sweetheart." He whispered, nuzzling into your neck as you continued to grind against his hand. You tried to grasp at the cushions for something to hold on to, but you just couldn't get your fingers around enough of it to do any good. Instead, your right hand would find the top of his, as he continued to play with you; your fingers sliding down his.

"Maybe I should make you get yourself off?" Quinn teased, feeling your hand press against his.

"Please, no," you begged, eyes closed in complete bliss.

"But you seem so eager to help. Do you want to feel how wet you are?"

Quinn slipped his hand from beneath yours and forced you to touch yourself, his fingers instructing where and how fast. You already knew you were past the point of being a dripping mess, and you couldn't deny how good it felt to have him show you how to pleasure yourself. Your moans continued, short and high-pitched as his pressure grew against your clit with that of your own fingers.

"That's enough," he hushed, making you take your hand away reluctantly. "That's for me to do."

The next time his fingers would separate your aching slit, your legs would involuntarily spread wider, as you pushed back against the pleasure. Every sensation felt so heightened, so intense, while you teetered on the edge of numbness. Quinn was grinning as he nipped at your shoulder, wanting to leave the darkest hickey on your shoulder yet he had to restrain himself. His fingers switched between rolling your clit under his fingertips to seeing how far he could bury his fingers inside of you.

"How good do you taste?" He asked, ordering you to clean off your fingers of your own arousal. "Good?"

"Yes," you replied, after sucking your fingers clean on demand.

"I can't wait to taste you," he murmured, his hum of his voice shooting like a vibration between your legs, a fresh supply of that slick nectar coating his fingers. "Ah, fuck.'

Quinn hissed against his tightening cock pressing against the zipper of his pants. Each time you thrusted against his touch, it teased him and you could feel him press up into you. He was hard, making you want to ask him if he'd fuck you right there.

"Do you feel what you do to me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." Upon the praise, Quinn buried two fingers deep into you, for the final push to get you to come when he said so. You were close; you had been since touching yourself. Your mouth was growing dry, having to constantly gasp for air against the throaty moans he was causing you to expel. You wanted to come, yet you didn't want to have his fingers be gone from your body.

"Are you going to come hard for me, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh," you nodded, mouth open and eyes rolled back as you met his thrusts. His beautiful fingers lost inside your wetness just made you quicken your pace. He knew you were desperate to come, and he was nearing letting you finally let go. Just a few more minutes under his control was all he selfishly wanted and he'd get it, too.

"You've made such a mess."

"I know, I'm sorry," you whined, absolutely pathetic and lost in his touches.

"What do you want?"

"I want to come," you cried out.

"What else?" He dared you to say what you wanted later.

"I want-- I want to--," you were struggling to speak in complete sentences, and for good reason. Quinn had two fingers, knuckle-deep inside of you, pressing you to do what you were told. "I want to feel myself tighten around your cock, daddy!"

You were drooling as Quinn smirked behind you. Your hips were pushing against his erection harder now, causing Quinn to have to issue you a warning.

"Careful, princess. Not so hard; I'm not inside of you yet." His voice was low as he bit your ear. "Eager little daddy's girl, hm?"

"Yes!" You gasped, feeling Quinn's fingers slip back to your sensitive clit. You didn't know how much longer you could hold on.

Feeling you had deserved to finally have your release, Quinn brought his left hand to your throat and squeezed just enough to heighten the last few moments of pleasure. "You've done so well for me, baby. You've made daddy so proud. Would you like to come now?"

"Yes-- Yes, daddy, please! Please!"

With his lips right next to your ear, he breathed that phrase you had been craving, "Come for me, princess."

Your ears were ringing, legs were Jell-o, and your whole body was tingling as you were finally granted the extended orgasm you had begged for. Your moans were loud, but sounded so sweet to Quinn. He loved how your voice sounded at this stage, your fingers clawing at his skin, and you going limp against him as wave after wave of bliss flooded every one of your senses.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered again, holding you tightly against his chest, your back still to him. Your head had fallen back against the sofa, as you struggled to catch your breath. The room was spinning but you felt so good that it didn't matter.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Quinn asked softly, giving you as much time as you needed to find yourself again. He had all day, and he was kind enough to let you use as much as was necessary.

"Mhm," you mumbled, your voice sleepy. "Thank-- thank you."

"But of course," he said, a smile in his tone. "Take your time. There's no rush, but I'm going to take my fingers away, alright?"

You bit your lip and nodded; your hips jerked feeling his fingers withdraw from your over-stimulated petals. However, you quickly melted back into a feeling of weightlessness as Quinn's arms snaked around your waist, holding you tightly and keeping you right against him.

"Still okay?"

"Mhm."

Smiling, Quinn tightened his hold on your, nuzzling against your bare shoulder. "How about I get you cleaned up and you play dress-up for me, hm?"

You would nod again, and he'd let you get away with not using your words when he asked you a question. Quinn believed in a free pass every once in a while.

"Alright, swing your legs over, princess, and I'll carry you."

"I can--," you mumbled, still sleepy but you'd be interrupted.

"You can't walk, don't lie to me. I can see you're still shaking. You'd fall down if you tried to stand, and I won't have that. Legs. Don't make me ask again, sweetheart."

Swinging them to the left, this would be the first time seeing his face since he told you to get up and turn around. Your hair had fallen down from the messy bun it had been in, sweat had your skin glowing, and your bottom lip was red from how many times you had rolled it between your teeth. Quinn pulled your shirt back down before placing one last kiss to your exposed neck. He always led with his tongue. Your eyes would roll closed, feeling your core tense up in eager anticipation all over again.

"Just one last little tease, baby," he whispered. "There will be time for more later."

Hiding your face in the curve of his neck as he stood to his feet, you'd find yourself smiling at the thought.

- - -

The bath had been so relaxing.

Quinn had washed your face while the water filled, and made sure you didn't have to lift a finger for anything. All he had asked, was that you sipped at the glass of water he had given you. Everything he did was calculated, unhurried, and almost painfully soft. Even has he washed your hair, his fingers were careful never to pull through a snag. You were his little doll, and the most delicate of treatment would be afforded to you every time.

"Do you need anything else?" He asked, kneeling down to be level with you. You hadn't bounced back as quickly as he thought you would have, so he was keeping a close eye on you just to be sure. "You're sure you're okay?"

"I think so," you replied, eyes searching his face for a hint of what could be the reason for him still asking the same question so many times. He always checked in, but this seemed different. "Is something wrong?"

He smiled, "That's for me to worry about."

You remained quiet. You felt okay other than you were just physically drained.

"Have you had anything to eat today?" Quinn's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing you had a bad habit of forgetting meals.

Your guilty eyes fell from his face in an instant and you knew you'd have to answer for it. "Toast."

"Sweetheart, you can't live solely on toast."

"I know, but--" You went to bite down on your lip again, but you stopped yourself, just like you stopped yourself from saying something that would get you in trouble. "I'm sorry. I'll be better."

Quinn's hand found the side of your jaw, holding it to keep your gaze where he wanted it. "Thank you." His smile was minimal but spoke volumes, mostly that of how pleased he was at how well you knew your place and what he expected of you. When he called you a good girl, it was because you really were one.

"You stay here and relax a little more, and I'm going to make you something for lunch. Ah--," he stopped, putting his thumb to your lips to keep your mouth closed. "I'll come get you when I'm done. Do you understand?"

With his thumb tracing your lips, you'd give a nod to his question.

His smile deepened as he pulled your face to his for a kiss, making you work for it as the water sloshed about with you having to struggle to meet him. "That was mean of me," he lamented, finally letting you slide back into the warm comfort of the water. "You should be resting."

Quinn would kiss the top of your head before getting to his feet and leaving the room. However, before completely exiting, he'd turn to look at you, his eyes dark, "I expect you to be where I left you when I come back, princess. Towels and floors best still be dry."

"I promise."

"Thank you," he said, finally disappearing from your line of sight.

The water was still steaming hot, but you knew he wouldn't forget you, and leave you to sit in cold water. Having a moment in your own thoughts, you remember what he had asked of you. The NHL Awards were next weekend and you needed some black-tie-level dress to wear. You knew you had several such gowns hanging in Quinn's closet, you just weren't sure which one would be the one he'd pick. Mentally, you'd flip through each of them, deciding which ones you'd reach for, and which you'd pass on when asked to finally try them on. At the moment, you knew of five you knew he'd show interest in. One he hadn't seen yet.

Twenty minutes later, Quinn would return to the bathroom, and was pleased to find you sipping from your glass and just as promised.

"Ready to get out?"

"Yes, please."

- - -

Quinn laughed, setting down the bowl of lemon and herb pasta in front of you. "Do you want me to feed you?" You couldn't tell if he was being serious or actually joking with you. His laugh should have given it away, but the sheer nature of it all seemed very honest.

"I can manage," you replied softly, hopeful he wouldn't take offense. "Thank you."

"I know you can, just having a bit of fun," he winked, though a part of him did wonder how that would go if he told you that you just had to sit there while he brought food to your mouth. A thought for another day, perhaps. "I want you to let me know how you feel in a little bit."

"I will," you reassured. "I'm okay, Quinny."

Quinn turned his head, his brows raised. "That's for me to decide."

You adverted your eyes from his face, focused now on the marble veins of the island. You knew you had just spoken out of place and now you feared the consequences. You could hear his footsteps move back towards you, and through your peripheral you could see him headed to come up behind you.

"Do you think I don't know when there's something wrong with you, hm?"

Quinn's finger traced the curve of your spine through the black silk, slip dress he had chosen for you following your bath. You shuddered against his touch, eyes closing unsure of what he was going to do next.

"You do, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way."

His fingers continued to inch upwards, following your neck until the digits were buried deep in your freshly dried hair, coiling around it tightly. He had a fistful when he pulled you backwards, your eyes snapping open when you felt like you were going to fall off of the kitchen stool. You would be looking at the ceiling when Quinn stepped into your view, still gripping your hair by the roots.

"Have I ever been wrong?"

"No," you yelped, the nape of your neck more sensitive than you could remember. "You know better than I do! I'm stupid, I'm sorry."

Quinn's fingers let go in an instant, allowing you to pull yourself back up and catching your breath. He stepped around to your right, taking the empty seat beside you.

"Look at me," he ordered, causing you to turn your whole body to face him. "Never say anything like that about yourself, princess. You're not stupid. I don't like hearing you put yourself down, especially when it's incorrect. Understood?

"Yes," you replied quickly, trying to steady your breathing, but it was turning into a struggle.

Quinn's hand would touch your thigh and move upwards, stopping when his wrist reached the hem. "You're never stupid," he reiterated.

You sniffled, as you nodded at his statement. He knew you were sorry so you refrained from uttering the constant apology.

"What am I going to do with you?" He mumbled, looking you over as you continued to face him. Quinn reached forward for your silverware then the white ceramic bowl, his left hand still gripping your upper thigh.

With a perfect piece of bowtie pasta perched on the tines of the fork, Quinn instructed you to open your mouth. He'd feed you the whole bowl, one piece at a time.

- - -

Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, watching you as you thumbed through the hangers, looking for the dresses you had in mind for the following weekend. He finally felt confident that you were well enough to entertain his private little show. You were barefoot, wearing only the silk slip dress, and your hair was pulled back in a large, black hairbow. While on your tiptoes, he gazed at the curve of your calves, upwards to your full thighs and bum. So many places for his hands to hold, but he'd restrain himself from telling you to come over. He'd get the opportunity soon enough.

You decided to pull first the dress that he hadn't yet seen -- start strong right out the gate. It was black, floor-length and off the shoulder with long sleeves, with a single, thigh-high slit on the left side. No sparkles, no lace, just the dull satin to hug your body. Minimal but stunning.

Quinn would watch you let the slip dress fall from your body to a minimal pile on the floor as you stepped into the gown, pulling it up over your hips before it pulled your cleavage into place. You'd get the zipper up as far as your could on your own before he finally spoke to you.

"Come here."

As instructed, you'd saunter over, the slight train dragging behind you as you made your way across the room. And when told to turn around, you'd do so. Quinn's warm fingertips touched your back gently as he pulled the zipper up the remainder of the way.

"I like this one. Face me again." As you turned, his hands felt your curves until you were once against standing in front of him. "Set this one aside. I want to see something else before I decide."

He'd give you a nod to return to the closet and pick another for his viewing pleasure. The next one was similar, only it fully covered your chest while the entire back was out. Quinn wasn't as pleased with this one as he had the first.

"It's alright, but the first one suited you more. Put it back on for me."

Again, you'd find yourself walking back across the room, your heart beat quickening as you remembered just how much trying on anything for him made you wet. Any time you had taken photos for him while he was away turned you on so much that it made it easy to record a little something extra for him with nearly no effort. This was proving to be no different.

With the dress back on, you'd return to his side but this time he wouldn't complete the zipper. Instead Quinn would rise to his feet, a look in his eyes like he was plotting something.

"Over the bed, princess."

There it was. This was the "later" he had mentioned before carrying you off to the bath.

Doing as you were told, you bent over the bed, your arms outstretched in front of you, face down into the duvet, as you knew what that meant. You tried to contain your breathing, hiding that you were anxiously awaiting his next move. Quinn's hands gripped the curves of your hips as he pressed himself into you, forcing your legs wider apart with his foot. Your stomach tightened as you found yourself aching for his touch again. Slowly, the fabric of the dress was inched up until you were exposed in front of him.

"You deserve this," he said, the sound of a smirk in his tone. The smack he'd give to your ass stung like a hot iron but you couldn't lie -- it had felt good. "Did you like that?"

"Yes," you giggled, getting a rise out of Quinn.

"Oh, did you now?" While he was talking to you, you hadn't heard the sounds of him removing his pants, but what you felt next had you clawing at the sheets.

"Can you take all of me, princess?" He asked, teasing the head of his cock against your throbbing sex.

"Yes!" You cried out, your eagerness getting the better of you again, making Quinn laugh softly. "Please!"

He'd enter your awaiting folds in one, full thrust, pushing you deeper into the mattress. You'd moan into the blankets but the sound was hardly muted. With one hand, Quinn braced himself, while the fingers of his other slipped beneath the folds of the dress to flick your sensitive clit. Like before, you'd push back into him, feeling the pleasure strike you all at once. Each stroke he blessed you with was met with a deep thrust in tandem. All you could do was grab at the blanket beneath you and gasp for air between moans.

Adrenaline was making your hearing fade, but you could hear him enter you again, and again -- the bed thumping against the wall slightly. Everything felt so good: his cock plunging deep into you, his soft fingers teasing you devilishly, keeping you so close to the edge of ruin.

"You're so pretty, darling -- say it back. Tell me you're pretty."

You were so lost in the multitude of sensations rattling your cage that you almost didn't hear Quinn talking to you. You swallowed hard, gasping for air to help you form the words he wanted you to say.

"I'm pretty!"

"Mhmmmm, and you're prettiest when you're get so wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"That's right. You're doing so well for me, but I think you can do better."

Upon issuing you the challenge, Quinn's pace quickened, and you were all but biting at the sheets. Slick fingers caressed your clit with such pressure you nearly forgot to breathe. Just when you thought you'd hit your limit, Quinn demanded more from you, more patience, more self-control.

"There you go," he purred. "Hold on until I tell you not to."

You wanted to scream. Your brain was pudding, but that release was so close, one thought and you'd explode. He was railing you so hard into the mattress you had to constantly keep grabbing new fistfuls of the duvet to hold your place. You were on your tiptoes, cramps threatening to buckle your legs. It was so much to handle.

"Just a little more, princess. You can do it. Wait for me."

Had you been biting your lip, you would have tasted blood. Every muscle keeping you upright was at its limit, but you had to do what you were told. The last few minutes felt like an eternity. You were nearing the point of overstimulation.

"Now, princess, tell me what you want." His voice was strained, trying to hold himself together.

"Come in me, daddy! Please!"

His release shot into you before you were finished uttering the words.

Eyes rolled in your head when he finally granted you your reward for being so good, "Let go, darling. Come for me."

Your back arched, pushing yourself down on him one more time before he pulled out, leaving himself dripping down your leg. "That's a good girl," he finished, leaving a kiss between your shoulder blades after you had collapsed into the bed. You would have slumped to the floor in a heap had Quinn not pulled you into his embrace on the bed. You couldn't find your breath at first.

"You're alright, breathe. Breathe with me, sweetheart."

You were crashing, reduced to a girl puddle in a black gown.

"I definitely want you to wear that dress. I'll be sure to fuck you in it afterwards, so you can just be a desperate mess for me the whole night, remembering what I've already done to you in it. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, daddy," you whispered, throat sore from gasping for air so many times.

"Thank you, princess." Quinn said, his arm tightening around you, as you went limp. You were exhausted and in need of another bath. For now, he'd just hold you while you had a little nap. You had earned that and much more.

[lovedahlia]

LOVERBOY ! SOLDIER BOY HEADCANONS ( 18+ ! )

. . . bc i'm feeling so incredibly mentally ill rn. lemme live in this fantasy. that i believe to be true & how my pookie beloved would BEEEEE. idc if u think it's ooc this is my canon.

ben greets you every time you see each other with a kiss on the back of the hand and some murmured words, like, "hey pretty."

he's constantly showering you with gifts.

flowers for when he does something bad, with a messy scrawled note that says "sorry for making you cry. kisses." or, "sorry i punched a hole through the door. love you." or, "not apologizing for beating that guy's face in. sorry it upset you though. kisses."

chocolates for when he comes over. two boxes, one for him, one for you, because he knows ( from previous experience ) that it irritates you when he'd steal from yours.

( it does not stop him still from stealing )

jewelry! every time he sees something that you would look pretty in! and he does the clasps for you.

he's a nuzzler. you made the mistake once of mentioning how his beardburn tickled and now he doesn't just aim to leave it between your thighs but he rubs his face on your neck and throat like a cat.

he's still gruff as fuck, but it's with more intent, now. he'll bend you over and throw your legs around and move you as he pleases but kisses each part along the way.

like. he puts your legs over his shoulders when you're pinned beneath him and kisses your ankle. he puts you on your hands and knees and trails little kisses down your spine.

don't get him started on hickeys. seriously. he bites.

the aftercare is so lovely with him :( he absolutely doesn't listen to your insistences that you're fine. he's already running a bath for you, WITH bubbles, even though it wastes your pretty soaps.

he just likes to be able to scoop some bubbles up and pile them on your head while you're in there <3 bc oh yeah, he is washing u. don't even try to argue.

long days = him not saying a word when he gets home = he's just immediately snatching you from wherever you are to drag you to the nearest seat so he can sit with you in his lap. many dinners have been burnt bc of this.

he likes when you play with his hair! it makes him feel like something gentle and kind and deserving of it, when you treat him so lovely. even though he only ever cares what people think of him with you, and only cares how he behaves in front of you.

praise <3 you could walk into a room and he'd be like "my pretty baby's so damn steady on their feet, my god." he wants you to have the biggest ego on the planet actually

he also likes to remind you of how well you take him when he's fucking you.

he WILL and DOES pay attention to your cues. you're overwhelmed? need a break? he's not questioning it. maybe he'll tease you that "you didn't need a break last time he was so rough" but that's all.

forehead kisses. he is tall. he is kissing the top of your head, your forehead, or your temple, whenever he damn pleases.

he has probably killed people for looking at you wrong or being mean to you. at the very least he threatens it, because how could someone be mean to you? you? his baby? the one who's never done a thing wrong in your life?

. . . of course my first post over here is me being soldier boy's biggest simp in the universe. kissin the ground he walks on. literally im there on the ground rn doin it do u see me.

tags <3 @figthoughts @honeyryewhiskey @titsout4jackles @deansbeer @aileenunfiltered @bluemerakis @deansbite @beausling @ultravi0lence14 @starzify @angelblqde i don't remember all my mooties to tag over here ... if u are forgotten pls take me out back n shoot me 4 this mistake.

property of the FLORALSCENTED franchise! © i do NOT give permission for my work or ideas to be used, rewritten, or reposted!

[maretinelli]

MIDNIGHT TALKS

Lewis Hamilton X Bride!fem!reader

Summary: When rainy night bedtime conversations are the best between Lewis and his fiancée.

Words: 2.4K+

Warnings: I don't think anything too alarming, just laughter, cute couple and romance.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. And you can request stories on my profile. ❤️🇧🇷

MASTERLIST

It was as if God had made them for each other. And they were both certain that they were definitely soulmates who were destined to live together and love each other unconditionally. They had a partnership, a love, a fondness for each other that went beyond words. Something that no one could describe, because it was something unique. Something that was theirs.

That night, as winter battered the city with cold winds and incessant rain, they lay together, protected by a nest of blankets. The sound of the rain beating against the bedroom window brought a unique comfort, filling the comfortable silence between them.

Y/N adjusted the sleeve of the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing. The sweatshirt was actually Lewis's, but for some reason, it felt more like it belonged to her now. He smiled, pulling her closer.

"When we have a daughter, I'd like to name her Isla. What do you think?" Y/n asked, staring at the window, where drops were running down the glass.

Lewis made a sound that didn't entirely approve of the idea. "Do you have any other options? I don't think I like this one very much."

Y/n turned her face towards him, laughing. "What do you mean? Isla is cute!"

"Yeah... but it's literally "island" in Spanish. It looks like we're going to call it a stretch of land surrounded by water."

"You're impossible." She rolled her eyes, but the smile was still there. "Isla is a pretty, sophisticated name."

"Well, then if we have a boy, we can name him Lewis. Fair enough."

Y/n let out an exaggerated sigh. "And your ego strikes again."

Lewis chuckled softly before leaning in and burying his face in her neck, breathing in deeply. Her scent was a soft mix of vanilla and something purely hers. It was so familiar and comforting that it felt like a home he always wanted to return to. The warmth of her skin against his made his smile soften, as if in that moment nothing else in the world mattered.

"Okay, now tell me... If you weren't Lewis Hamilton, who would you be?"

He looked up at her in confusion before laughing. "Uh, I don't know. My mom would probably have found another name for me."

Y/n patted his chest lightly. "I worded that a little wrong. I meant... If you weren't a Formula 1 driver, what would you be?"

Lewis smiled. "Ah, much better now." He smiled, pretending to be more interested in the new version of the question. "Hm... maybe a musician? I've always liked music. Or something that would make me travel a lot... But I doubt I'd be happy without a race car."

"Oh, so you'd be a traveling singer? Like a modern-day troubadour?" She joked, biting her lip to hold back a laugh.

Lewis laughed out loud. "Now that you put it like that, it doesn't sound so cool..."

Soft laughter filled the room before Y/n looked down at her own hand, where her engagement ring glinted softly in the dim light of the lamp.

"I wanted to be a ballerina when I was a kid, you know?" She said thoughtfully. "But in the end, I went to college to study physical therapy."

Lewis turned to face her, a smile forming on his lips. "That explains why you walk so gracefully...or why you can make me stretch without me noticing."

She laughed. "Yes, Lew. That's always been my secret plan. To make a seven-time world champion racer stretch like a ballerina."

"It worked, so congratulations."

The two laughed together, and Lewis took the opportunity to pull her closer. He left a tender kiss on her hair and sighed.

"You know... I imagine us being even happier when we're married. More trips together, more moments like this... maybe another dog running around the house." The pilot says, stroking his bride's hair.

Y/n smiled shyly and snuggled against the sweatshirt he was wearing, as if she wanted to hide her face.

Lewis chuckled softly, finding it adorable, and held her closer, whispering fondly, "You know I love all this with you, don't you? There's nothing in the world I want more."

She lifted her face just enough to look him in the eyes, her heart warming at his words. "I know..." She murmured, smiling lovingly.

Lewis chuckled, stroking her hair tenderly, feeling his own heart overflow with love. Y/n wrapped an arm around Lewis's stomach, enjoying his cozy warmth.

She then smiled against her sweatshirt, "Did you know that when I first met you, I thought you were going to be boring?"

Lewis's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard, before letting out an incredulous laugh. "What?! What do you mean?"

"I swear!" Y/n laughed along, lifting her head to look at him. "You always had that super serious look in the garage, like you were about to fight someone. I was afraid you'd ignore everything I said."

Lewis blinked a few times before laughing even harder, shaking his head. "So you're saying my 'relaxed face' scared you?"

"Exactly!" Y/n joked, holding back her laughter. "But after we were introduced, I realized you were a lot less intimidating than you seemed... I mean, at least when you're not in the car."

Lewis chuckled and raised an eyebrow before teasing her, "Well, my first impression of you was quite different. All I could think about was how beautiful you were and how much hotter that white team t-shirt made you look."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips. "You don't miss a thing, do you?"

He laughed and continued, amused: "But look, if I knew you thought that about me in the beginning, I don't think I would have even gone to talk to you." The fake tone of indignation made Y/n let out a loud laugh.

Without thinking twice, she lightly patted his chest, through his sweatshirt. "Stop being so dramatic, Hamilton! You know I love you now."

He smirked, his eyes shining. "And that's what matters."

Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes again, and snuggled closer to him, feeling his chest vibrate with another low chuckle. She knew that, despite the teasing, Lewis loved knowing that, from the beginning, they were destined to meet—even if there were a few wrong first impressions along the way.

Lewis sank his fingers into Y/n’s hair, tracing soft circles against her scalp as his voice came out in a calm tone. “What was the exact moment you realized you were in love with me?”

Y/n chuckled softly, feeling her face heat up at the memory. "Ah, I remember perfectly..."

Lewis smiled as he noticed how her cheeks flushed, and that only made him want to hear even more. "Tell me" He encouraged, his voice thick with curiosity and affection.

Y/n sighed, hiding her face for a moment before looking at him. "It was that day... after the race at Silverstone, when you narrowly missed the podium. I walked into the physio room and there you were, sitting on the bench, looking so exhausted and frustrated. I knew you hated losing, but... instead of complaining, you simply looked at me, smiled tiredly and said, 'At least I have you here.'"

Lewis blinked slowly, surprised by the memory. "Did I say that?"

"Yes, I did." Y/n chuckled softly, biting her lip. "And in that moment, I knew. It didn't matter if you won or lost, if you were on top of the world or having a bad day... I just wanted to be by your side."

Lewis stared at her for a moment before smiling, his heart squeezing in a good way. "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you again? Because it's working."

Y/n laughed, pulling the blanket tighter around her body. "Your turn, Lew. When did you realize you were in love with me?"

He chuckled softly, thinking for a moment before answering, "Well... I knew you were the love of my life the day Mercedes hired you as a physical therapist."

She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Oh, stop..."

"I'm serious!" Lewis laughed. "I walked into the garage and saw you there, in that team uniform, talking to someone. I thought to myself, 'Shit, if this woman takes care of my physique, I'll never be able to concentrate on racing again.'"

Y/n laughed in amusement, "You're terrible!"

He laughed, then lowered his tone a bit, becoming more serious. "But if you want a real moment... I think it was the first time I got sick and you showed up at my house with soup and a million medicines. Not because anyone asked you to, but because you wanted to take care of me."

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart warm. "You looked like a baby with a cold, I needed to help."

"And that's when I knew I would never want anyone else taking care of me again." He said softly, his eyes locked on hers.

Y/n swallowed hard, surprised by his sincerity. Without saying anything, she approached and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before slipping back under the covers, hiding her face against his sweatshirt.

Lewis laughed, finding her reaction adorable. "No need to be shy now, love" He joked, pulling her closer and leaving a kiss on her hair.

And there, with the soft sound of rain filling the room, they knew that in any life, they would always find their way back to each other.

Lewis traced lazy circles on her back, his touch warm and comforting. “Do you think if Mercedes hadn’t hired you, we would still have met?”

Y/n looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "I guess so," she said softly. "I believe that when two people are meant to be together, God always finds a way to bring them together. Maybe I wouldn't be your physical therapist, maybe I wouldn't even be in the paddock... but somehow, our paths would cross."

Lewis watched the calm way she spoke, her eyes shining with conviction. "Like... if you were a doctor in a hospital and I had a bike accident, would you be there to take care of me?" He joked, arching an eyebrow.

Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes. "Exactly, but I hope you don't have to fall off your bike to find me."

Lewis laughed along and tightened the hug. "I like to think that. That somehow we would always find each other."

She smiled against his sweatshirt, sinking deeper into his embrace. Comfortable silence filled the room again, interrupted only by the rhythmic sound of the rain.

Until, out of nowhere, Y/n let out a laugh.

Lewis frowned and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

Y/n sat up a little on the bed, still laughing, and looked at her fiancé. "I just remembered that day in the paddock... when you tried to get on Toto's scooter and almost fell in front of everyone."

Lewis's eyes widened before he threw himself back, covering his face with his hands. "Oh no... you remembered that?!"

"How could I forget?" Y/n laughed. "You tried to do that all-knowing pilot pose, but then the scooter jerked and you ended up on the ground."

Lewis grumbled, the embarrassment returning as if it had happened yesterday. "And the worst part is that you didn't help at all! You just kept laughing at me!"

Y/n was already laying on his stomach now, laughing breathlessly. "Because it was hilarious!"

Lewis shook his head, but couldn't help but laugh. "I swear I tried to look cool..."

"Failed miserably" She said, wiping a tear from her eye. Lewis sighed dramatically, but laughed along.

After a few seconds, Y/n took a deep breath, finally catching her breath. She lay back down next to him, her head resting on Lewis's arm as he wrapped her in his embrace once more.

This time, silence returned uninterrupted, only the soft sound of rain tapping against the window. The entire room seemed enveloped in a rare kind of peace, where the simple fact of being together was enough.

"Lew, think about it..." She begins, in a thoughtful tone. "What if the clouds are actually giant pieces of cotton candy? But they don't want us to know because if we found out, everyone would want to eat them?" Y/n spoke with the utmost seriousness in the world, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Lewis blinked a few times, processing the absurd theory, before letting out a loud laugh. "Wait a minute... so, according to you, NASA is hiding from us that the sky is a sugary amusement park?"

"Exactly! Can you imagine? They must have cotton candy machines in space to replenish the clouds from time to time!"

Lewis shook his head, laughing. "Okay, conspiracy genius... what about the little birds? Are they spies too?"

Y/n arched an eyebrow dramatically. "That's not even a theory, it's a fact! You've never seen a baby pigeon, have you noticed? They just appear as adults on the street. Because they're government monitoring robots."

"Oh my God, I'm going to marry a lunatic" Lewis said, rolling around in bed laughing.

"Not only are you getting married, you love me!" She retorted, laughing along and poking her fiancé in the ribs.

The laughter took a while to stop. They always had this way of dividing their neurons, creating jokes that only made sense to them. And that was exactly what made them so unique.

Lewis sighed, pulling Y/n closer, nuzzling his face into her neck. "You know what? I knew for sure that I wanted to marry you that day..."

Y/n looked up, curious. "On the day of the proposal?"

"Yes. My whole life, actually." He smiled against her skin. "When you looked at me and started crying before I could even say anything. I realized you were my better half, Y/n. Always have been."

Her heart raced. Y/n smiled shyly, hiding her face in the sweatshirt he wore, the way she always did when she was emotional.

Lewis chuckled, finding it adorable, and kissed the top of her head. "And I think I already know the perfect name for our future daughter."

Y/n looked up, curious. "Which one?" Her eyes lit up, thinking her fiancé was serious.

The pilot smiled, tightening the hug. "Cotton."

"LEWIS!"

His laughter echoed through the room, mixing with the sound of the rain on the window. Y/n lightly slapped his chest, but couldn't contain her laughter.

Because, in the end, life with him would always be like this: Full of jokes, nonsensical theories and love. Lots of love.

[lara4eclipze]

» Gameboy

sypnosis: if crying was fun, ill be having the time of my life — if loving you was a jump, yeah, i probably died a hundred-ten times

warnings: angst, fluff, implied relationship, jelousy, comfort and etc

talks: I'm in an angst mood so.... smut and fluff reqs might take longer

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

lara had taken you as her plus one in a hybe artists party — the night was truly a dream, music blasted all throughout the venue as lara was hand in hand with you

yet lara was close to her friends to be specific yunjin — hugging, pet names even small playful jokes, you drowned out your simmering jealousy with a smile and hugs

you thought to yourself that they were just close — maybe you are just less social, perhaps lara was just missing her friend — you are practically arm candy at this point anyways you shouldn't overthink it

yet as you stand at the corner of the venue you could argue is the best spot all you can see is her and lara, her and lara having fun — when you're the one she's supposed to be having fun with, you're the one she should be with

lara barely recognized your presence the rest of the night — she paraded around with yunjin clinging to her arm, laughing about a joke that was too cheesy for you to remember, what you do remember is a feeling that you didn't belong there, you didn't like the place nor the people

music blasted through the speakers, as everyone did cheers to katseye — as you ran up to congratulate your girlfriend, a hand pushed you away a guard to be specific "hybe idols only sorry" the guard stated, "I'm lara's plus one you can..." you looked again at the desi girl — there she was again ms,huh hugging lara and screaming loudly over the music, "nevermind, thank you" you cut off the rest of the sentence walking off

you sat at the table once occupied with the katseye girls now only you and a couple of unfinished plates of food — you didn't care about anything anymore, you wanted to come home — hug lara and ask for reassurance, that you were still who she wanted

of course, you fought yourself to stop overthinking don't mind it, yet the feelings overwhelmed you — you couldn't speak to anyone cause you were practically no one in this room, and you couldn't stand to look at the red-head at all

"hey you alright?" you heard the filipina ask you — snapping you out of your thoughts — you couldn't make out her features well because of the colorful lights blaring all around yet you knew she was worried

"yeah..just drained" you lied, the older girl knew you, you lived for parties like these — that the main reason you met lara, "come with me let's get some drinks" sophia eases and with enough convincing you agreed

you two walk to the bar, sophia orders a mango sunset for both of you — a mocktail cause shockingly the leader didn't like alcohol much

the feeling of loneliness left for a moment — as you and sophia talked, "hey i know lara can be so much sometimes — but she's never been better... you've changed her you know?" sophia says before bidding a short goodbye walking back to the middle of the room to interact with some illit members

you let the words sink in for a bit — has lara changed? has she changed for the better?, sophias words really strung a chord in your heart

until you felt warm tears paint your face — the trickled down like shiny diamonds embezzling your face, you really couldn't handle not being with lara neither

you've changed her the same way she changed you, you wipe away the tears yet they wouldn't stop falling, embarrassingly fast

"my love? where have you-" lara mutters before taking a look at your face "my god are you crying?!, are you alright my love I'm sorry i was just so caught up earlier" lara sputters an apology even though she didn't know what she exactly did to extract such emotions from you

you shush the girl only clinging to her — hiding your face at her neck as you inhale the familiar scent of home — safety and love

"i love you" you both say — lara nuzzles into your hair, smelling that coconut and vanilla shampoo she first offered you

lara would never know what hurts you — cause you didnt even know what did hurt you, its all a part of growing together — improving and nurturing each other even if that meant hurting

[charlott2n]

how are you so fluffing wise

they dunked me in boiling oul when i was just borned theee days old not even a feather to my head my yes they whisked me down the hallway and into the boiling oil room where the babys get boiled my how they scream and such and so well i went back there just last year and you know what i saw they removed the oil room and replaced it with spiders i think they do that from time to time well i went into the spiders and i saw one that was creepier and crawlier than all the rest and i asked the attending i told her i dont like this spider one bit i told the nurse/doctor/physician get this brave little traveler out of this horrible terrible room and she walked me, shaking with fear of course, back into the hallway and i asked why would you replace the boiling oil room with horrible creatures that live so and she said maam we have to or else we lose funding for that room if you can believe it we need that room open so we can receive newborns but the oil room wasnt doing it one bit no maam not good and she tole me about how the government said get rid of thr boiling oil because we need to replace it with spiders because research and dev found out that once a baby is born it needs to be infested with something fora while and for awhile we thought that was boiling oil but recent studies found its actually meant to be spiders and i said hows that and she said spiders are good for thw fear gland well you cant argue with that i have a very VERY developed fear gland but it could have gottenme a lot farther if perhaps i had been infested with spiders instead of god's hottest most singeing oul in the world and since then ive realized theres actually a big gap in my heart you could fit a ruler across it and i think to myself what if things had been different and i had been exposed to more things as a newborn to broaden my horizons and wouldnt that be so kind, sweet, gentle of the world to have had everything worked out and figured out in the time between the expansion of the universe and that of my mothers own and its a shame but all we can do is work towards a brighter future keeping in mind what might come next.

[princesseilish]

ROCK BOTTOM

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: divorce? talks about drug usage, angst

Synopses: Billie put her addiction first, causing her to lose the most important things in her life in the long run

The living room smelled like stale air and broken promises.

Billie sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, staring blankly at the divorce papers spread across the coffee table. Her eyes were bloodshot, not from the drugs—not this time—but from the hours she’d spent crying, pleading, begging Y/N to reconsider. But the silence stretching between them felt like a final nail in the coffin.

Y/N stood by the doorway, arms crossed tightly over her chest, the same arms that used to hold Billie at night, the same hands that once traced gentle lines down her back. Now, they were cold, distant. Detached.

Billie’s voice cracked as she tried again, even though she knew it was useless. “Please, Y/N. Don’t do this. Don’t take Ro from me.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched, her gaze hardening. “I’m not taking her, Billie. I’m protecting her.”

Billie flinched like she’d been slapped. She knew she deserved that. Deserved worse, probably. But the idea of losing her daughter—their daughter—was a suffocating weight pressing against her chest.

“I’m clean,” Billie whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate. “I swear. I haven’t touched anything in—”

“How long?” Y/N shot back, her voice sharp enough to cut through glass. “A week? Two? Until the next time you spiral and we find you passed out on the bathroom floor?”

Billie’s hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms until it hurt. She wasn’t mad at Y/N. She was mad at herself. Mad at the empty promises, the late nights, the lies. Fuck, she was pathetic.

“I can do better,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision. “Just… don’t take her from me. She’s all I have.”

Y/N’s face softened for a moment, but it wasn’t enough. “We were supposed to be all you had, Billie. But you chose meth. Over me. Over her.”

Billie shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. “No, I didn’t—fuck, Y/N, I didn’t mean to! I was just… I didn’t know how to stop, but I’m trying. I’m trying, okay?”

Y/N let out a hollow laugh, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “You’ve been trying for years. And where has that gotten us?” She gestured around the crumbling apartment, the mess that Billie had made of their lives.

Billie’s chest heaved with sobs. She crawled forward, grabbing at Y/N’s hand, but Y/N pulled back like she’d been burned.

“Don’t do this,” Billie whispered, her voice cracking. “Please. I can’t lose her.”

Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she shook her head, resolute. “You already did, Billie. You just didn’t notice until now.”

Billie collapsed onto the floor, her body wracked with sobs. She was begging now, and it was pathetic, but she didn’t care. She’d do anything—say anything—to keep Rosie in her life.

“I’ll go to rehab,” she choked out. “I’ll get help. I swear to God, Y/N, just… don’t take my baby from me.”

But Y/N was already walking toward the door, her shoulders stiff with the weight of finality. She paused for just a second, her hand on the doorknob.

“I hope you do get better, Billie,” she whispered. “For your sake. But Ro deserves better than this. Better than you.”

And then she was gone.

The door clicked shut, leaving Billie alone in the suffocating silence. She stared at the empty space where Y/N had stood, at the divorce papers still fluttering on the table, and felt the full weight of her downfall.

She was fucking desperate. And it was pathetic.

[doesthisreallymattter]

Snowstorm

Words: 1809

Has some plot. My first fic so bare with me.

Tw: birth, fluids

18+

Minors do not enter or interact

“Oh no oh no FUCK!” My wife lets out a piercing cry.

“Shhh…shh. I know, sweetheart, it hurts.” I rub my knuckles across her cheek. The sweat rolling down her face makes my hands a tad damp. I shake it off though. Doesn’t matter. Her clenched jaw loosened a little as the contraction faded. She let out a relieved sigh.

“Are the midwives coming?” She asked weakly, her voice breaking softly. I look outside. There had been a raging snowstorm for the last few hours. It was only getting worse which meant the roads were only getting more dangerous. I looked over at her and gave her an uneasy glance. She closed her eyes and let out a frustrated grunt.

“I think we are on our own, angel.” I ran my fingers through her golden ringlets. She leaned into my touch and sighed. I got out of our bed. The soft warm sheets are a stark contrast to the sheer temperatures outside. She sat up.

“Can you get me some water?” She said, shuffling uncomfortably. I quickly grab her a glass and hand it to her. She takes it and shakily sips it. “I want this to be over…” she muttered weakly as she put the glass down.

“Believe me. I do too.” I looked over at her. “You okay? You need to move, change positions?” I walk up and kiss her knuckles softly. She grips my hand and grunts. She tilts her head back and I can tell she’s having another contraction. I quickly place a hand on the bottom of her swollen stomach. I reached up and wiped her moist forehead with the pads of my fingers. She shifted uncomfortably and let out a weak, shaky breath before letting out a soft whimper.

“I need to walk…” she whispered and took my arm. I hauled her up and out of the bed and placed my hands around her stomach to help steady her. “Oh god…” she mumbled and squatted. The pressure must have been getting to her because she let out a low groan. “F-…” she murmured. I rubbed her back and shoulders.

“You wanna walk or just stay here?” I asked softly. She responded with a weak grunt. I looked out the window at the rushing winds and back down at my laboring wife. Suddenly the power flickered, making the lights go off for a few seconds then back on again. “Would you be fine if I went and checked on the generator?” I asked softly, kneeling in front of her. She didn’t reply verbally however she leaned against me and buried her face into my shoulder before letting out a harsh scream. That was a no.

“I need to walk…” she mumbled again.

“Alright, I’ll help you.” I stood up and put a hand under her armpit to support her as she stood up fully. We began to walk around the house. Well, I walked, she stumbled and waddled. We reached the living room and she grabbed the back of the couch and squatted. She let out a mean grunt, her hand was reaching down to feel between her legs. This made me extremely worried that it was already time. It can’t be happening already. We should be in a hospital-or-or somewhere more organized with someone who’s actually delivered a baby before. Not me?! I don’t know what the hell I’m fucking doing?! I am broken out of my trance by a soft whimper from my wife. She was holding the edge of her pajama shorts trying to pull them down. “Sweetheart, I’ve got you…” I whispered into her ear. I pulled her fluid-ridden shorts down and her underwear to reveal her swollen pussy. I winced, almost audibly. I earned a worried glance from her as I reached up and put my palm against her pussy lips. I felt something hard and hairy, oh, it was the baby. OH SHIT IT’S THE BABY?!? I looked up at her and she looked down at me. This cannot be happening. She let out a pained gasp and I felt the baby shift above my palm. What the fuck. The birthing class did not teach us this?! “This…oh god.” I feel lightheaded, the entirety of our situation catching up to me. I’ve never thought I had a problem with blood or gore but I’m starting to think maybe I do. I shake my head to keep myself awake.

“I need to…fuck…I need to push.” She said, grabbing my hand that was cupped beneath her pussy.

“I-…hold on.” I quickly grab my phone and look up a few things before putting it down again. “Yeah…okay sweetheart. You wanna move? Change positions?” I asked nervously, she must have known I was nervous from the shaking in my voice. Probably not helping the situation at all. She nodded to my question and I stood up thinking she’d want to move to the bed or something of that matter. Instead, she turned around and reached for me. She grabbed me and pushed me to my knees, to which I quickly obliged. She then squatted and pushed her face into my shoulder. This is…unexpected. I looked over at her and placed my palm on her pussy lips, our baby, my baby’s head was peeking through.

“I’m gonna push…” she said softly, I nodded. This is insane. She pushed hard, squeezing my shoulder almost bruisingly. I felt the baby start to push against my hand as it peered out more from inside of my wife. I couldn’t help but find this a little…hot? I mean, I’ve always had a breeding kink but this was on a whole new level. I felt my pants tighten around my crotch area. I can’t focus on myself. My wife is pushing a goddamn child out of her. She let out a pained grunt as she finished pushing. I bit my bottom lip. She couldn’t see how much this was affecting me, but I think deep down she was taking satisfaction from it.

“You’re doing great, angel,” I whispered into her ear as she started to push again. This time she let out a scream that made me wince.

“I need to move-I need to change positions.” She said hurriedly.

“You want to sit down?” I asked calmly. She gave me a vigorous nod. I sat her down on the nearest cushy object, the couch. She shuffled uncomfortably on it as she sat down. I then smiled and took her thick thighs. She gave me a confused glance before I pushed her thighs up and made her spread. She let out a gasp and I smiled. I lifted her shirt and moved it over her swollen stomach. I kissed her belly and looked down at her pussy. Our baby was peeking out of it, barely, but they were there. She gave me a low groan and tilted her head back. She pushed again, holy shit she was so hot like this. Heavy and swollen with my child. Pushing out my baby. “That’s it…” I coaxed, kissing the top of her stomach. I looked down and watched as she pushed, fuck she was so hot. The baby’s head was beginning to push open my wife. She spread more and more to accommodate our baby as it made its way through her birth canal. “You’re doing great…” I said with a grunt. My pants were feeling really tight by now. She let out a small scream and the baby was in full crown now. Her lips red and taut around the baby’s head. Fuck I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I held my wife’s legs open and I was slowly spreading them wider. Suddenly, the power went out. “Fuck.” I muttered, grabbing my flashlight. “Okay sweetheart, you want me to turn the power on or stay here with you?” She looked up at me and then down at our emerging child.

“I’ll…fuck…I’ll hold off…you-hoooooooo…go turn the generator on…” She tilted her head back and closed her legs slightly. I gave her a concerned glance. “Please just go…” she responded.

“Be careful. Yell for me if you need me okay?” I kissed her sweaty forehead gently. “I love you.”

“I love-nghhhhh…-you too.” She whimpered. I propped a flashlight up so she could see and ran off downstairs. The generator was deep in the depths of the basement. The basement was unfinished and had little to nothing in it. I walked over to the generator put a small flashlight in my mouth and looked for the switch to turn it on. I heard a deep groan from upstairs and knew she was struggling to not push. I had to hurry. My hands wandered over the generator and I finally found the switch. I turned it on and waited. And waited. The machine made a loud noise and it started up. A few minutes later the power came back. That was when I heard a piercing scream. I looked up, fuck, I ran up the stairs and went into the living room. My wife was holding one leg up while the other was still down. The head of our child emerging from her tight pussy. This baby is coming now. I kneeled down in front of her and put my palm on the baby’s head. “It’s coming OUT!” She screamed and grabbed my bicep. She squeezed it and pushed. I looked down at our emerging child and spread her open. That caused the baby to shift even further out, earning a loud grunt from my wife. She pushed again and the baby’s head came out with a pop, fluid cascading down onto the couch and ground. Fuck, we will just buy a new couch later. My cock twitched as she put a hand on the baby’s head. Holy shit this was so hot. I bit the inside of my lip trying not to make it noticeable.

“You’re doing great, my love.” My voice quivered as I spoke. She probably chalked it up to nerves. In reality, it was because pre-cum was staining my boxers. She grabbed my arm and pushed hard, squeezing the muscle in my arm and leaving small crescent marks from her nails. The baby rotated and slowly emerged. I caressed her inner thigh as I watched her push my child into this world. The baby I put in her. She let out a scream and a shoulder popped out. I hesitantly put my hands on the back of my baby waiting to catch it. She grabbed the back of the couch and with a final push the baby emerged. Fluid gushed onto the floor and I held my baby and it screamed. I quickly gave the baby to her and placed it on her chest. I then planted my hands on either side of her waist and came straight into my pants.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to catching you masturbating

Request: hii! I absolutely love your svt reactions so I have a request for you!! would you be comfortable writing smth like "svt catching you masturbate" ? thank you so much already!!

A/N: I kept the relationship between the reader and the member ambiguous in some parts, while in others, it’s more evident that they’re in a relationship. So yeah, little mix of both! Added smut tag just cause of the topic...

Content: Suggestive MDNI! Nothing too graphic at all, but still, minors, don’t interact. Be good, okay?

Seungcheol: At first, he’s stunned. Freezes in place, eyes widening as he processes what he just walked into. But then that smirk creeps onto his lips. “Did you get too impatient, baby?” he teases, stepping closer. He’d love to take over, but he also respects your space, so he leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching with dark amusement. “I could help, but this is kinda fun to watch too.” Yeah, yeah, Ik I don’t write voyeurism, but this is just how it felt for Seungcheol, okay? It’s got voyeuristic elements, sure, but it’s not strict voyeurism—it’s all consensual, playful, and definitely not secretive. It’s less sneaky peeking and more teasing dynamics in intimacy

Jeonghan: He lives for this moment. He doesn’t just walk in—he leisurely strolls in, leans against the wall, and takes in the scene with that infuriatingly smug expression. “Well, well, well… having fun without me?” He enjoys teasing you until you’re a flustered mess. Loves getting under your skin, enjoying every moment of your embarrassment. He might even pretend to leave just to see if you'll call him back. If you do, he’s all in, but you’ll have to prove just how much you want him to join and once you prove it, his hands will be on you in an instant.

Joshua: He wants to be polite. His first instinct is to look away, muttering a flustered, “Oh my God, I—sorry! I didn’t mean to—” But then he realizes exactly what you’re doing and… yeah, now he’s not looking away anymore. His voice drops as he slowly approaches, “You don’t have to do that alone, you know.” His fingers gently guide you, helping you as he closes the distance between your bodies. And suddenly, his usual sweet smile is replaced as his hands move with purpose.

Jun: Jun’s first reaction is Pure Curiosity™. “Oh? What’s going on here?” He tilts his head, watching you with a fascinated look like he’s studying a piece of art. He doesn’t get flustered—if anything, he’s intrigued. After a beat, he grins, “Should I go, or should I join?” He steps closer, "So, what are you waiting for?" he asks, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. He slowly reaches out, his fingers brushing against your skin as if to test the waters. He's teasing, but there's a daring edge to it now. After a beat of silent tension, he pulls back slightly, letting the moment linger. "If you're not going to make the first move," he whispers, "I will."

Hoshi: You hear a GASP. He SLAMS the door shut behind him—but he’s still inside the room. “OH MY GOD—” His hands are on his head, pacing like he just witnessed something forbidden. “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING—Wait, should I leave?! DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE??” Eventually, he gathers himself, but his ears are still burning red. “…Or, um, do you want me to… stay?” He glances back at you, and the sight makes him freeze once more. His face is still flushed, but there's a resolve in his eyes now. Okay, okay, he mumbles, walking over to you like he's still unsure if he's making the right decision. "Do you need help?" Without waiting for an answer, he reaches for you, his hands hesitant but gentle.

Wonwoo: At first, he stops dead in his tracks. Doesn’t say a word, just blinks as his brain malfunctions. And then he simply backs up, slowly closing the door. But now he can’t get the image out of his head. Later that day, you catch him looking at you from across the room, his eyes full of teasing smirk. "Couldn't wait for me, huh?" he whispers when you're alone, leaning close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath. His fingers graze your wrist, and then without missing a beat, he starts to kiss his way down your neck. The tension is palpable, and this time, he's in control. He's not waiting anymore.

Woozi: Immediately turns bright red. “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING.” Tries to flee, but his feet won’t move. His brain is fighting itself, one part is screaming at him to leave, while the other part is very much enjoying the view. The initial fluster has him rooted to the spot, but eventually, the attraction takes over. He mumbles, “…Do you want help or not?” It takes everything in him to ask, but once he does, it's game over for you. His voice is low, almost shy, but it carries a command that makes your heart race. When you nod, he wastes no time, his hands finding yours with a tensed grip. His touch is tentative at first, but soon, he's all in, his lips finding yours with a passion that he hadn't let himself show before.

Dokyeom: Screams. Trips over his own feet. Panics. “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING—I MEAN I DID, BUT I—SHOULD I—WHAT—” He’s so flustered it’s almost adorable. Once he finally calms down, he fidgets and mumbles, “…Do you want me to, um, help?” His ears are red, but his eyes are hopeful. As he approaches you, he seems to forget his earlier panic, his hands now reaching for you, "I-I think I can help,” he stammers again, but this time, he doesn't hesitate. His hands are firm on your shoulders, and he pulls you closer, his gentleness surprising you as his lips press against yours, his hands tracing every curve of your body with an intensity he didn't expect. Give my man sex pls.

Mingyu: Gasps so loudly you’d think he’s the one getting caught. “OH—OH MY—” He doesn’t know whether to leave, apologize, or combust on the spot. You have to tell him what to do, or he’ll stand there, frozen. But once his brain finally catches up...he’s more than ready to make up for lost time and before you know it, he's at your side. "Okay, okay," he says, shaking off his earlier surprise. "I get it now." He steps closer, placing his hands on your hips as he leans in with, "Don't worry, I'm here to make it better," he assures, but you can see the mischief in his eyes. He's up to no good. His hands guide you to where he wants you, all the while his touch slowly becomes more possessive, staking his claim.

Minghao: Completely unbothered. Doesn’t even blink. He doesn't rush, simply closes the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes never leave yours, and his voice is smooth as he steps closer. "If you needed something, you could've asked," he says adding, “Do you want to keep going, or should I take over?” and he takes over. He doesn't wait for you to answer, he pulls you into his arms, his kiss urgent but controlled. "You've already started," he murmurs against your lips, his hands quickly shedding your inhibitions as he shows you exactly how it should be done.

Seungkwan: Gasps like he just walked into a crime scene. “EXCUSE ME?!” He immediately turns away, covering his eyes. After his initial freak-out, “So, uh... can I help now?" he asks, his voice low-key shy but high-key teasing lol. You could tell he's adjusting his pants but when you give him that look, his confidence blossoms. He's no longer the embarrassed mess he was at first. Slowly, sensually, seductively he approaches you, his hands growing bolder as he finally touches you. His kisses come faster now, each one more urgent than the last as he makes sure you feel every moment..

Vernon: Pauses. Blinks. Says, “Oh.” And that’s it. But while he looks unbothered, his brain is actually short-circuiting. Stares for a second too long before he clears his throat and casually says, “Need a hand?” as if he’s offering to carry groceries. Yeah, he’s definitely into it. He sits down next to you, his hands light as he takes the lead, guiding your movements with authority. There's a calm to him, but his touch speaks volumes as he watches you closely, reading your every reaction. He's patient-waiting for you to tell him what you want next, while making sure you enjoy the moment with him.

Dino: Immediate panic. “OH—uh—SORRY—” His hands go up defensively, but he doesn’t actually leave. At first, he's unsure of what to do, but then his confidence kicks in, “…Wait. If you’re in the mood, then why am I over here?” he asks, his voice now a little more assertive. His hands slide up your arms, moving you toward him. "Let me show you how it's done,” he adds, his tone full of playful arrogance as he leans in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His movements are confident now, as if this is exactly where he was meant to be all along.

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ohhhhh okay them living together at the time makes sense! also oh god thats even worse than I thought it would be with Izuna accusing Madara of homophobia nfksnfj I for some reason was assuming that was an accusation made like, in private when it was just the four of them until Tobirama went to the bathroom or something but. He would pull a hundred random bystanders into his drama just to manipulate things into getting what he wants, wouldn't he? Random strangers feeling intensely uncomfortable as Izuna starts up this dramatic wailing accusation in like, the busy town centre right at lunch time on a weekend (so it's REALLY busy) or something,,,

Excellent ideas I approve he would do that. I think it would be really funny if both parties slightly failed at Izuna's mandates at first though,,,for example Tobirama getting into uncomfortable situations because he walked into Izuna having an intense argument with someone, only for Izuna to pull the "Tobirama agrees with me, RIGHT TOBIRAMA?" and unbeknownst to Tobirama he is now going to be arguing the exact opposite side of the same argument he had with this same person like, less than 48 hours ago, because apparently Izuna's opinion differs to his own. So that's intensely awkward for Tobirama and he's not sure what to do about it; he's now having to attempt to escape being cornered/interrogated by this third party who has Questions about his abrupt turn around and ahhhhh. Izuna meanwhile imposed the "hourly check-in texts when you're not with me" rule only to be incredibly unsatisfied with it at first because I bet he didn't adequately specify the kind of information he wanted Tobirama to provide him with in said texts, and Tobirama has no idea what he wants so probably for a while Izuna gets either really bizarre texts or texts that he considers to be completely insufficient ("this is tobirama. I am alive and well. I am still not at your side unfortunately. this concludes my hourly check-in-")

okay the thing about the nudes makes me think like does Izuna reach that point and then more or less stay at that level of insanity, or does he keep escalating? and if he does keep escalating to eventually the point of actual sex/dates? etc at what point does he stop insisting "this is normal for besties" and have to switch tactics to somehow cement Tobirama as his boyfriend (or whatever title Izuna deems will most get him what he wants whilst also vitally ensuring Tobirama does not do anything similar with any other friends he may (admittedly unrealistically) acquire at any point)?

ALTERNATIVELY. Alternatively. Maybe Tobirama (...unknowingly? who can say) escalates things himself because usually when Izuna demands nudes it's, yk, via text when they aren't together at the time, so Tobirama just strips off in his bedroom or whatever when he next gets an opportunity, fulfills Izuna's latest increasingly specific demands, takes a pic and texts it over. BUT at some point (maybe because Tobirama's phone ran out of battery, and he's just now checking it after having charged it properly) he only receives the text demanding nudes whilst actually in the room with Izuna. And nobody else is there, they're in private, and leaving or waiting to be alone in his own bedroom to fulfill Izuna's demand when the man is RIGHT THERE seems stupid and inefficient so instead Tobirama checks his phone, thinks about it for approximately thirty seconds, and then stands up to start discarding his clothes and Izuna is like WOAH woah what's happening here okay suddenly I have a naked Tobirama in my room. Okay. And Tobirama goes if you want a photo you might as well take it yourself since you're here, it would be easier and likely come out better. And Izuna goes uh huh uh huh that's true...you have a point to ensure they come out better maybe you should allow me to take every photo of you from now on? And Tobirama is like yeah okay that seems logical

His litmus on 'normal friendship behaviour' is extremely far off you are right. The idea that it took until the nudes for Tobirama to realise maybe this wasn't normal absolutely makes sense for him Tobirama would just roll with it up to that point,,,but it also makes me wonder if Tobirama attempts to apply any of his 'newly learned normal behaviours' to attempting to med his only other notable relationship, i.e. his brother, which could potentially get very interesting/complicated very fast, especially depending on how specifically Izuna was acting abt the physical touch assumptions or if any form of dirty talk adjacent stuff happened prior to demands of nudes. That could cause everything to go up in flames! Bewildered and horrified Hashirama trying to figure out who corrupted his baby brother and made him think this kind of shit was normal, Izuna frantically trying to do damage control to avoid Tobirama being taken from him

(-alternatively Hashirama being into it actually which would make things complicated in a whole different way-)

(feel free to ignore that bit if you want)

UM alternatively did Izuna forsee the possibility of 'okay Tobirama has no idea what's normal except what I tell him, and he interacts with approximately nobody who could correct him, which is excellent for me, but I should probably proactively ensure the One Person he sometimes interacts with who Might correct him...doesn't' and so has to do some 'yes this is normal but ONLY AROUND ME' gymnastics

'Madara has faith in Izuna as a person (a mistake)' <- I think this is an absolutely vital, defining part of the relationship between the Uchiha brothers and if you can't accurately apply this to your depiction of them perhaps you should reconsider your characterisation of them (I am half joking but only half)

Very funny to me that Hashirama (oblivious) is happy, and Izuna (getting everything he wants) is happy, and Tobirama (getting a friend and (mostly) unbothered by the weirdness) is happy, meanwhile Madara is having a complete breakdown about his poor baby brother's safety. Poor Madara he's the only one not having a good time in this au cidbjfnf

okay so from an outside perspective people may notice some of the weirdness (Tobirama suddenly spending all his time with Izuna and always backing up Izuna even when it means contradicting himself) but that is probably more or less excused as like, understandable intensity/attachment to His One Friend The First Ever. As long as you never get hold of their phones and see their messaging history, it's excusable, pretty much. Except now I desperately want to know how Madara would react if he DID get a hold of their messaging history lmao

everything about this is so so so so good. thank you for answering all my questions!!! ...sorry for immediately flinging more at you whoops

modern au where izuna is in a tragic accident and it puts him in a coma and tobirama is like sweet, a way to practice friendship. because tobirama has absolutely zero friends except his brother, who's been pissed at him for over a year. so- he needs the practice.

so every day he goes in to visit and he changes out the flowers at izunas bedside and fixes the sheets and updates him in what's been happening while he's in the coma. with all the tact he has, which is very little.

tobirama: hello izuna. class went well today. you would've liked the chemistry lesson. your cousin hikaku broke down crying behind the school because he misses you. your other cousin obito called me a slur when he noticed i saw this and then he chased me down and shoved my head into a toilet. the cafeteria was serving cold rice again at lunch. this concludes my report. get well soon.

what tobirama is unaware of is that this is the kind of coma that izuna is actually largely aware of whats happening around him, he just can't respond or move in any way. so he knows about tobiramas daily visits and updates and weird attempts at friendship. (tobirama's consistant reports on class lessons actually means when he wakes up, he doesn't need to do too much to catch up on work.)

so when izuna finally wakes up, he decides to do his own crazy move- to lie that they've always been friends, actually. best friends. joined at the hip practically. tobirama assumes this is some kind of brain damage situation but gleefully takes the opportunity to have a friend. izuna uses the justification of them being lifelong friends to violate a number of boundaries and behave in completely inappropriate ways.

madara also assumes this is some kind of brain damage consequence and considers tobirama an evil blight on his brother's life that must be vanquished. he keeps desperately trying to prove that they didn't get along before izuna's coma, but izuna just keeps making up loopholes and excuses to disprove his evidence.

eventually izuna tearfully confesses that madara is right, there's no physical proof of their lifelong friendship....because he himself destroyed it all! he and tobirama were/are actually boyfriends, see, but he was so worried that his brother would be homophobic about it that he never kept proof of their relationship! his close call with death has made him realize the importance of treasuring the time he has with tobirama, even if.... (loud sob) even if madara is being even MORE homophobic about this than he had once feared.....(Sob)

madara: oh. uh. i. uh

hashirama: madara.....how could you.....

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friend… i have no freak in me at this very moment, i was gonna ask for smut but the brainrot is too bad… pls can i request bill anything,,, i want that geeky white boy in my sheets !! it dont even gotta be smut, id be happy just kissing on him😣😣 i #need that nerd. i wanna sit on his lap and make out with him. on my hands and knees begging 🙏

synopsis. you're coming home from a party, turns out your brother was having one of his sleepover's. you run into his friend. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's his pathetic cuteness that makes you want to do a bit of the unthinkable.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ contents. explicit content. established relationship. dry humping(?). premature ejaculation. everyone is an adult. intoxication.

a/n: thank you for the request, anon!

The taste of cherry vodka plagues the entirety of your mouth as you half-heartedly wave to your friends in the car behind you. Hearing the loud music fading away as they drive away, you whine softly and rub at your eye that’s no doubt already smeared in your makeup enough. Cold air brushes against your exposed legs and the entirety of your exposed back as you stumble up the steps to the porch of your family home. Praying to God you don’t find your mom sitting on the living room recliner, you fumble to get your keys out of the bag on your shoulder. Once you manage, your eyes struggling to focus burn into the door lock. Suddenly it looks like the most difficult puzzle in the world.

It takes fifteen minutes, so says your thin silver watch around your other loud bangles. But you eventually manage to get inside.

Easing off your high heels next to the shoes in the entryway, your eyebrows furrow and a soft frown tugs down at your glossy lips. The air smells like…soda, hand sanitizer, and fried chicken. Immediately, you groan under your breath realizing Josh has his friends over. Already, even in your drunken state, you know you’re going to be woken up to shouting and yelling that’ll feel like an ax to the head. Frowning a bit while you continue to walk towards the steps to your bedroom, not stumbling so much without your heels, you breathe out deeply and smell the alcohol on your tongue.

Managing to get up the steps in one piece, you walk down the corridor to your room only to enter and stop the moment your eyes meet a pair of dark greenish ones.

You recognize Josh’s little friend, a senior like Josh and a little ball of anger as far as you’ve seen and heard your brother bitching about – Bill. But Bill looks a bit…endearing when he immediately freezes up and seems to awaken from a bleary state that tells you he must’ve just woken up. In a pair of Spiderman pajama bottoms and a Poison Ivy shirt, his chestnut hair is messy and glasses low on his nose.

As endearing – almost cute – as he looks, you frown a bit and look around your bedroom glowing with the warm lamp on your nightstand. “Why are you in my room?”,you ask, hoping you sound and look more sober than you feel. Bill’s eyes look you up and down before he immediately looks away with his eyebrows furrowing, he always does that. He always immediately looks away from you, he doesn’t leer like the unibrow one or simply stare like a meerkat like the blonde.

“U-Uhm…”,he clears his throat when it cracks, wincing a bit before fixing his glasses,”The uhm – bathroom downstairs got fucked–messed up. Josh just said to use yours so…” Sighing in obvious annoyance, dropping your bag down to your hand you make a mental note to stomp on one of Josh’s lego sets again. Bill looks at you immediately when you sigh and he shakes his head while gripping the hem of his shirt. “I’m sorry, he said you wouldn’t be back tonight. Something about you with your boyfriend.”

His voice is so tense, like he’s holding his breath. It’s cute. Just like the redness spreading on his face as he takes in your mini-dress. Your hands fall to grip your hips and you purse your lips a bit. For a few moments you have to think, your mind a foggy mess of alcohol. “First of all.”,you finally manage,”I don’t have a boyfriend. My loser brother just thinks guys and girls can’t be friends.” You walk closer to Bill who’s eyes widen and body stiffens, almost freezing in place. “Second of all…didn’t I tell you guys to not come into my room when you guys have your sleepovers and fuck up the bathroom?”

Bill swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobs and he doesn’t even blink. Nodding stiffly, his eyes don’t leave you. “Yes.” You stop right in front of him while taking off your bracelets to toss onto your bed he stands beside. He flinches when the bracelets make a noise together and quickly speaks. “I–I just – sorry.”,he exhales deeply, seemingly shrinking in on himself. You press your glossy lips and eye him up and down while your hands fall to your sides.

Maybe it’s the alcohol but Bill seems cute. You’ve only ever seen him an angry ball, like a chihuahua. He’s endearing, all…nervous and anxious around you. You know your brother, you doubt his friends have ever held a conversation with a woman not related to them so Bill must not be any different. Deciding to skip the lecture, you roll your eyes and sigh. “Fine. But help me take this necklace off, yeah? I had to ask my mom to put it on earlier. I doubt I can take it off.” And you turn before he can even answer, moving anything in the way so he can see the clasps to your locket.

“O-Oh sure…”,murmurs Bill.

When Bill steps forward, you feel how clammy his hands are and how badly they’re shaking as he grabs the necklace clasped together. A small smirk toys at the corners of your lips while your eyebrows twitch, looking at your door left slightly open. Bill struggles with the clasp, inhaling sharply every time his knuckles brush your skin. Some warmth begins to fill up your face already warm from the alcohol, hearing his little swears every time he lets go of the clasps on accident makes your stomach feel a bit fluttery.

Finally, he unclasps it and breathes in relief. “Ha…”,he chuckles a bit shakily,”There you go.”

What a fucking geek…the thought races through your mind when you turn slowly and grasp the locket portion. Looking at Bill who looks up at you almost…afraid – you tilt your head and you smile a bit. “Do I make you nervous, Bill?” He flinches, eyes widening behind his glasses and he looks along your features. When you raise your eyebrows expectantly, he inhales deeply and opens his mouth. But nothing comes out. For some reason you feel hotter, when he almost seems like he may just piss himself with the way he seems to cringe a bit.

You reach out and tilt your head the other direction. “I–You–”

“You’re pretty cute.”,you comment, manicured hands cradling his cheeks that almost burn your palms. Bill can’t seem to even process what’s happening before your mouth is on his.

“Mmf!”,he muffles against your glossy mouth. For a few moments while you kiss him, he’s stiff and trembling like a chihuahua. But then he leans in and his clammy, shaking hands cup your cheeks hesitantly. Bill kisses you back, obviously inexperienced with how clumsy his lips are in kissing you but that only seems to make you feel hotter.

There’s a gentle heartbeat between your legs when your tongue sweeps the slit of his lips and he whimpers against your mouth. His mouth tastes like sour gummy worms while your tongue explores his inexperienced mouth. His tongue is a bit overeager, slipping and sliding along your tongue and even tasting your teeth before tonguing the insides of your cheek - but his little whines and groans make your cunt flutter.

Stepping forward, he steps back until he falls back onto your bed with a gasp. Your lips disconnect and you’re left looking down at Bill, straddling his waist while he’s nearly hyperventilating while looking up at you with more red on his face than skin color. Smiling down at him, you reach up and begin to undo the halter tie of your dress. Greenish eyes watch you as if you’re performing some mind-boggling magic trick.

“Y-You taste like strawb-berries…”,he stammers out, voice cracking while you clumsily work at the tie on the nape of your neck.

Smiling bigger, you raise your eyebrows. “Yeah? Wanna taste more?”,you slur your words a bit, letting the lacing go. Bill’s eyes shoot so wide you’re almost afraid they’ll knock against the inside lens of his glasses. His mouth opens and shuts like a fish out of water when his eyes marvel at the sight of your tits. Blinking rapidly, screwing his eyes shut and bursting them open, you laugh quietly and reach down to his clammy hands gripping the fabric of his shirt over his heart.

“Have you ever felt up a girl before?”,you ask, knowing the answer when you cup your breasts with his hands. Bill shakes his head rapidly, groaning softly when he feels your tits in his palms. You press down a bit onto the bulge you feel in his soft pajama bottoms.

Bill is staring at your tits in his hands when your hands fall down to rest on his chest. He’s nearly hyperventilating still, squeezing tentatively. Slowly squeezing then releasing. You inhale softly when his thumbs brush over your nipples, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensitive stimulation. Swallowing hard, your head foggy and your cunt throbbing more than it ever has with the most experienced and older guys – you watch Bill as he squeezes more comfortably, earnestly with the dopiest grin spilling across his red face.

“Oh my fucking God…”,he whines, swearing harshly. “They’re so soft…you smell so good.”

You slowly begin to rock your hips against his boner, sighing at the feeling against your clothed cunt. Bill groans and he whines, but his hands suddenly fall and grip your hips, he shakes his head. “W-Wait n-no ‘m gonna–” And you know what’s happening when he takes three sharp inhales and exhales but covers his mouth to muffle his loud groan, his hips stuttering up against your ass. Some disappointment hangs in you but you’re also somehow even more turned on watching his face twist with pleasure, head dipping back as he cums in his pajama bottoms.

Smiling softly, you slip off of his lap and sit down beside him while covering your tits with your arms. Bill is panting heavily, a dark and messy spot in his pajama bottoms. With a small smile, you can’t help but reach out and gently flick at his cock through the fabric. Immediately, he whines and he slowly sits up. “That was quick.”,you tease, looking at him. He looks away in humiliation, swearing under his breath and almost scolding himself while shaking his head.

“I-I’m sorry I–”

“Don’t worry.”,you laugh a bit. Reaching out, one arm still covering your tits, you touch his cheek to bring his eyes to you. You nod at him, his face painted in humiliation and a bright, beaming red. “It always happens the first time anyways. You should go clean up…I need some sleep anyway.”

Then, his angry humiliated expression softens and he nods gently. Swallowing thickly, he stands while covering his crotch and looking away. Your hand falls to your lap.

Walking to your door, Bill pauses once he holds the doorknob. Then he turns and looks at you, his glasses low on his nose. He looks like he wants to say something but when you smile and tilt his head, he quickly leaves and shuts the door a little too hard behind him. You smile to yourself, wondering whether or not you’ll have the same thought you’re currently having when you’re sober.

You really want to fuck him blind. Well – blinder.

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The girl placed the box on the counter and looked at Irene, her best friend. They were both organizing a surprise party for Pau, and since Irene wasn’t getting any help from her parents, she decided to rely on her best friend. The girl was two years younger than her, but that didn’t stop them from having a great friendship.

“All set, now we just need to fill up the balloons and hang them!” The girl said, clapping her hands together to remove the dust from the cardboard box that had been stored in the Cubarsí family’s storage room.

“Thanks for helping me; I don’t know what I would do without you,” she laughed, looking at her friend. “You can go home, take a shower, and come back. I’ll take care of the balloons.”

“What do you mean, come back?” she asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“Come back for the party, s/n,” her voice sounded obvious.

“I’m not close enough to Pau to be at his party, Rene,” she shrugged, walking toward the living room with Irene following behind.

“But you’re MY best friend, and you’re helping organize the party. You have every right to be here.” They both sat down on the white couch in the living room. “Besides, Pau likes your company.” Her tone was teasing and mischievous.

“Don’t be silly, Irene.” She placed a pillow on her lap and fixed her gaze on the enormous TV. “He’s just polite to me, something you aren’t.”

Irene rolled her eyes and gave her friend a light slap on the back of the head. They both laughed, and Irene turned to look at her best friend more directly.

“Go get ready and come back looking gorgeous!” She stood up and pulled you by the wrists, dragging you to the door. “Bye-bye, baby.”

She closed the door in your face, and you just sighed, not having much choice but to go home. You took an Uber back.

Calmly, you got ready, running your hand through your hair, checking if everything looked perfect. You didn’t want to admit it, but you didn’t like being around Irene’s family. Actually, you didn’t like being around her younger brother, knowing that you’d never have a chance with him.

The garage door was open, and she stepped inside, seeing the backyard decorated in blue and red. Her eyes landed on Irene, who was chatting with some of Pau’s club friends. She smiled shyly, lowering her head in embarrassment as she felt all the boys’ gazes fall on her.

“I definitely wasn’t going to come,” she muttered, fidgeting with the hem of her floral white dress, shifting her feet awkwardly.

“Don’t be like that, grab the present, and let’s go talk to the kids.” Irene pulled her wrist, but she stopped.

“How do you know I bought something for him?” Her neck burned with embarrassment at the thought of Irene knowing about her feelings for her younger brother.

“I know you like the back of my hand. You spent three weeks going to the jewelry store at the mall, staring at the necklaces with the letter P. I’m not stupid.” She linked her arm with yours.

“I hate you,” she murmured as they approached the boys.

“Hi,” you said shyly, sitting on the chair next to Irene, which, coincidentally, was next to Pau.

You greeted him briefly, feeling embarrassed to be so close to him. Your hands were sweating and trembling. You were an extremely shy person, and even more so when it came to boys and anything related to them.

“I need some help inside; would you guys mind helping me?” Irene looked at Hector and Yamal, who exchanged glances before smirking.

“We’d be happy to help,” Yamal said, getting up, and Hector followed. The three of them left, leaving the “couple” alone.

“Well… Happy birthday!” She smiled, lowering her head to rummage inside her bag until she found a small black velvet box. “I know it’s not a big present… but I didn’t want to come empty-handed.”

She mentally cursed herself for blushing as he flashed a beautiful smile upon seeing the box. Pau took the small object from her hands and opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with the letter P. He chuckled, and s/n’s stomach churned, unsure if he liked it or if he was laughing at her for being pathetic.

“This is the best gift I’ve received.” He lifted his gaze, looking at the girl in front of him. She had a surprised expression on her face, uncertain if he would like it. “Will you put it on me?”

Pau handed her the necklace, turning his back to her. The girl fastened it around his neck and watched as he turned back to her. Her eyes sparkled upon seeing the smile on his face, and she felt her stomach flutter as butterflies danced in a calm, happy melody

“It looks perfect on you,” she whispered, too shy to say it louder. “I should go inside; Irene probably needs help…”

She stood up, wanting to escape, but his large hand grabbed her wrist, making her stop and look at him—at those green eyes that appeared darker due to the night and the dim lighting.

“What is it?” she stammered, watching him rise from his chair, towering over her without releasing her wrist.

It was no secret that Pau was incredibly tall, and she looked tiny beside him, barely reaching his shoulders. She had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze, which made her blush even more. The warmth of his touch made her feel hot; everything about him turned her red.

“I can’t miss this chance,” his voice sounded anxious and breathless.

Before she could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped in surprise, unable to believe HE had done that. He noticed she didn’t immediately respond and started to pull away, but she pulled him back, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm, like clouds. His hands moved to her waist, gripping it and pulling her even closer.

They pulled apart, breathless and flushed. He smiled at her, gently running his finger across her cheek, making her smile.

“Be mine, please…!” She looked into his eyes, seeing them shine, and she smiled at that.

“I already am.”

As soon as she said that, it was all the encouragement he needed to kiss her again—this time, even more passionately.

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@schemmentits sorry for the spam! we’re nearing the end of this one. even now i’m thinking of possibly doing a sequel 😅

The Aspiring Teachers Program

Part 9 WC:~1.1k

‘Oh, unh-unh. No way,’ Ava thought, as she watched Melissa and Barb turn on their heels and start heading for one of the rooms down the hall. She immediately followed them. When she walked through the door, the two women were talking in hushed tones about something clearly important.

“I thought I told y’all that if you had any tea, you had to loop me in. How am I supposed to be the most beautiful principal with all the knowledge if y’all aren’t gonna inform me of the knowledge? Come on, y’all, spill.”

Barb looked to the redhead, waiting for Melissa to make the first move.

“Alright!” Melissa threw her hands up after a few moments of Ava staring into her soul. “I went to the Aspiring Teachers Program a long time ago, when I was goin’ through my divorce. I had a whirlwind romance with a nineteen year old, and gave her my stuffed Ronny Jaworski eagle on the off-chance that she might find me again.”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Ava remarked.

“Thanks, Ava,” Melissa muttered out through clenched teeth.

“No, I mean you got that fine young thing out in the hall practically throwing herself at you, and you worried about some girl you haven’t seen in a million years? Girl, please.”

“That’s the thing, Ava, she is the girl from the Program.” Barb pointed out, before turning to Melissa. “And you told me that you just hated the girl’s name, but you hated it because it reminded you of your young girl from Chicago,” Barb said with a few soft chuckles. The glare she got from the redhead made her smile disappear instantly.

“Oh! Well, go get her then! What are you waiting for?” Ava grabbed Melissa’s arm in an attempt to pull her out the door, but Melissa shook out of the principal’s grasp.

“I can’t.”

“Why not? She’s literally right out there, and clearly she’s still into you if she’s carrying around that weird little eagle thing,” Ava said.

“What if when she realizes who I am she hates me for breakin’ her heart? Then, she never talks to me again?”

Just as Ava was about to tell Melissa how silly she was being, Janine poked her head into the door. “Everything okay?” She asked.

“Janine! Tell Melissa that your little friend out there has it bad for her, and all she needs to do is admit her feelings and we’ll all go back to our regularly scheduled lives. Well, except her. She gonna be gettin’ nasty!” Ava did a little dance for emphasis.

Janine pulled the rest of her little self into the room, and gave Melissa a questioning look. When Melissa wouldn’t look up at Janine, the young girl put the pieces together. She, too, had witnessed the moment Melissa saw Ronny.

“Oh! My God! You’re Em! Of course, you are! The eagle and the red hair, and the fiery attitude, it makes so much sense now! But she-” Janine looked at the door, clearly thinking about you “-doesn’t… oh my god, she has no idea! You gotta tell her, Melissa. It’s like a fairytale come true. Star-crossed lovers. Destiny!”

Melissa groaned loudly after the girl practically shouted the last word. This day was not going anything like how she expected, or wanted! Somehow, Melissa had managed to fall in love with the same girl twice. In her defense, she didn’t know that you were the same girl. It had been so long since she had seen Parent Trap’s face, she hadn’t been sure if she could have picked the girl out of a lineup, but now all she could notice was every similarity between you and the girl from years ago.

The three women just stared at Melissa, waiting for her to say or do something. “Alright!” The redhead huffed. “I’ll do it, but I’m not doin’ it tonight, not with all youse guys around being nosy.”

True to her word, Melissa didn’t confess her feelings that night, much to the dismay of her friends and colleagues. She couldn’t bear it. She just knew the moment you found out that she was the one from the Program all those years ago, that you would never talk to her again. She figured she could try and enjoy one last night of being able to see your beautiful smile and your eyes that shined brighter than some of these kids’ futures. One last night to hear your sweet voice.

Over the following week, Melissa could tell that you could sense the growing tension in the break room growing, but had no idea what was going on, and when you asked, Melissa was increasingly thankful that no one was willing to spill the beans. Janine, Ava, and Barb were all getting increasingly frustrated with Melissa, but none of them would tell you why, and when you asked Melissa about their looks, she panicked and she acted like she had no idea that the women were giving her stranger and stranger looks as the week went on.

It all came to a head on that Thursday. The following day would be a non-contact day. The students wouldn’t be at school, but all of the teachers would. Everyone knew that Melissa would be taking the day off, she hated non-contact days, so the three women who had confronted Melissa last week were ready to cause some chaos.

You were the last to arrive in the break room for lunch, much to Melissa’s dismay. Melissa had already warmed your food, like always, so you took your seat and began eating, choosing to listen to the conversations around you, rather than contribute, definitely being quieter than Melissa had grown used to. Jacob and Janine were talking about a movie they were planning on seeing over the weekend, and Mr. Johnson was telling Ava about this underground casino he’s running.

No one in the room noticed as Ava and Barb made eye-contact and enacted a plan they had been preparing for days. Barb turned to her friend and asked loudly what her plans for the weekend were.

“Yeah, Em, got any special plans?” Ava asked innocently. Janine whipped her head to look at the older women after hearing a nickname that no one used for Melissa. The redhead then watched as Janine had a conversation with you across the room, just through your eyes. Before anyone could say anything else, they all watched as you stood quickly, the force of your chair sliding back causing an awful noise, drawing the attention from anyone who hadn’t already given it, grabbed your plate of food and left the room without a word.

Not a single soul left in the break room knew what to do. They didn’t dare say another word because Melissa already looked like she was going to tear Ava limb from limb.

Barb wondered for a moment if she had actually crossed the line this time. She worried that Ava’s life may truly be in danger. That feeling was not quelled when the redhead stood and glared at them. “I’ll deal with you two later,” Melissa said before stomping out of the room to finally face the music.

Part Ten