#i wanna kiss them so bad it���s not even funny anymore :(

[jeonginsleftcheek]

R for Rimming

sub!felix x gn!dom!reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 2.5k

warning/s: felix gets spanked twice, degradation for one sec

a/n: friends with benefits, college au, reader is a tease, i wanted it to be more smutty but it ended up more fluffy

Sunday afternoons became Felix's favorite part of the week. After all the long hard days filled with obligations like lectures, studying and work, Sunday can't come soon enough. It's the day that's dedicated to spending time with you, just you and him, and that excites him. His excitement shows in the way he can't sleep on Saturday night, tossing and turning in his bed and thinking about your smile and your lips. It shows in the way his heart skips a beat when he hears you knocking on his door.

He's quick to get up on his feet and almost run to the door, but he calms himself down, not wanting to look too eager but you know him better than he thinks you do.

You have this arrangment, no strings attached, you're just friends who help each other relieve stress that inevitably builds up during the week. But, Felix thinks, well he knows he doesn't see you as just a friend anymore, it runs deeper than that. It doesn't help that you're always so sweet to him, always there to talk to him about anything no matter how insignificant it may be, so happy to tease him and bring him to the brink of passing out from pleasure, so gentle when you hold him and praise him for doing so well for you.

When he opens the door, you beam at him and it's already hard for him not to cling onto you and kiss you breathless.

"I brought food." - you chuckle at his starstruck face. You noticed, you're not stupid. You know he likes you a lot, you can see it in the way his eyes shine and soften when he looks at you, how his smile is slightly wider when smiling at you, how he uses any excuse to touch you, even in public.

But, in this game of pleasure, you have the upper hand and you're having so much fun edging him before giving him exactly what he wants.

Before anything else, you and Felix share food and gossip, sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, filling each other in on the latest 'drama' happening at your college and in your friend group. You complain about your assigments and professors together, you laugh at stupid memes and tiktoks.

When you finish with your gossip sesh, you play videogames together and it always starts out with you convicing Felix to play some horror game with you. And every time he almost starts crying, saying that 'how can you find this relaxing, I'm scared for my life and stressed!', but you just laugh and ruffle his hair. Ofcourse you end up playing whatever he wants to, because you don't wanna make him feel bad and you love the way he gets excited, his eyes lighting up when he plays his favorite games or talks about them. You also think it's so funny how he almost pulls his hair out and starts cussing whenever he gets frustrated and loses (which is often, but you don't comment on it).

In the middle of the game, your hand ends up on the back of Felix's neck as you massage him lightly. His fingers tremble, his concentration broken for a moment, his body responding to you right away. You ghost on his skin with your fingertips before playing with the ends of his hair.

"You smell good." - you say, bringing your face closer to his hair and inhaling his sweet, intoxicating scent.

"T-thank you." - Felix whispers as you drag your lips on his jaw slowly, continuing down to his neck. "You smell good too." - he adds.

"Mhm." - you mutter against his hot skin, pressing your lips into it and watching as he keeps getting more and more flustered, the redness of his cheeks spreading down to his neck. No matter how many times you kissed and fucked, he would still get shy and flustered and this drove you kind of insane, made you want to ruin him just to keep getting reactions out of him. You sink your teeth into his skin and suck lightly, listening to his breathing getting faster.

"Y/N..."- he whines a little. "Don't leave a mark there, please. Everyone will see."- he adds, since no one knows you're hooking up but you're pretty sure your friends sensed it.

"So what?"- you smirk against his skin. You're mine, you think, but you don't say it out loud.

He gives into you anyways, his head leaning back, giving you more access to his neck.

"Lixie. I wanna suggest something." - you say, leaning back a little and pressing your hand into his thigh. He finally pauses the game and turns to you, pupils blown and cheeks red, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallows.

"Yeah?"- he tilts his head curiously.

"I want to rim you."- you smirk and his brain short-circuits, big innocent eyes staring at yours.

"Ugh. Like... With your tongue?"- he says nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt and you roll your eyes playfully.

"Ofcourse Lix, what else?"- you chuckle.

"Well I don't know. What if... what if I don't taste good?"- he asks, butterflies flying around in his navel as you look at him intensely.

"I've had your cock in my mouth and I can confirm that you taste very sweet."- you smirk again and Felix sputters.

"Don't say that."- he says, looking away from you in embarassment. "This is different anyways."

"Getting shy on me, Lixie?"- you purr into his ear, your hand inching closer to his crotch.

He opens his mouth to answer, but you cut him off by grabbing him through his sweatpants and he whimpers before looking at you.

"If you're not comfortable with it I won't make you."- you say as you palm him lightly, feeling him growing under your hand. Felix spreads his legs ever so slightly and bucks up into your hand, chasing your touch.

"I want to. I'm just scared."- he admits.

"Of what, baby?"- you ask and he shivers. You should know what nicknames like that do to him by now.

"That it will taste bad and you will be disgusted by me."- he whimpers, his bottom lip trembling as you squeeze him gently.

"That's impossible."- you shake your head, leaning in closer to him.

His eyes fall to your lips, and you close the gap, taking his upper lip between yours, sucking on it gently. Felix melts into you, leaning back on the couch behind him slightly as you keep kissing him and palming him. Your hand slides into his sweatpants as you suck on his tongue, you grab his hard leaking cock and Felix whimpers, feeling like he's already about to unravel.

His hand comes up to grab at your arm, just to have something to hold on to as you start pumping him, spreading the pre-cum all over his length.

"Lixie."- you whisper as you part your lips from his, a thin string of saliva connecting you.

"Y/N."- he whispers back and you squeeze him a little.

"How about you take off your clothes?"- you say retracting your hand from his pants and he pouts a little at the lack of your touch.

"Okay."- Felix complies and swiftly takes his shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the couch behind him. He hooks his fingers into his pants and pulls them down together with his boxers, also throwing them somewhere behind him carelessly.

Something about you being completely dressed, while he sat there completely naked, his legs spread open, made him feel flustered and vunerable. Your eyes scanned his body, everything right there on display for you, except what you wanted to see the most today.

"Touch me, please."- Felix whimpers when you just stare at him. You snap out of your daze and grab his face gently.

"You wanna try what I suggested before?"- you ask again, wanting his consent before you do anything else.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I'm curious about it."- he says, his cock twitching a little.

"Do you trust me, baby?"- you ask, caressing his freckled cheeks.

"I do."- he nods fast, biting on his lower lip.

"Then get on all fours for me."- you order and the way you say it makes Felix's head spin and his heart beat fast. He obeys, his palms pressed into the carpet underneath him, legs spread and ass up in the air. The arch in his back and the plushness of his ass and thighs are delicious and you feel yourself throbbing at the sight.

"If you feel like you wanna stop at any time, just say the word, okay?"- you hover over him, your hand resting on his hip. He nods and you shake your head at him.

"Use your words, baby."- you say, squeezing his hip a little.

"Okay, I will."- he rasps, his voice breaking a little.

He was anticipating your touches so much that he was practically vibrating on the floor, waiting for your next move eagerly.

You decide to ease him into it as you hold his hips and lean down, pressing slow kisses on his shoulders, down his back, your lips touching his freckles, worshipping them. Felix's breathing is shaky and he leans his cheek on the carpet, his eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds. He almost forgets what you were planning to do, so when you plant a kiss on his plush ass cheek, he goes rigid.

"Relax baby."- you say, caressing the back of his thigh as you keep kissing him. Felix breathes in, his nails digging into the carpet, his cock still hard, aching to be touched, but he stays still and tries to relax. His heart beats hard against his chest as you leave wet kisses and little bites on his cheek, and he can't control the needy whimpers coming out of his mouth.

You bite into his flesh, close to his fluttering hole, your hand grabbing him, pulling him more open for you. Felix whines loudly as you suck his skin, the pain of your teeth biting into him hard making his cock leak onto the carpet. He is so close to just touching himself to get some kind of relief but he knows better than to do anything without your permission.

You keep leaving love bites on his skin, grabbing at him roughly just how you know he likes it. He would never say it out loud but he loves when you get rough with him, you know it by the high pitch in his moans and the way he cums faster whenever you manhandle him. When you're satisfied with the marks you left, you lean back and spread him apart.

"Y/N..."- Felix whines and you smirk leaning over him. His face is red, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes are so hazy and filled with lust and it spurs you on.

You hover your lips over his hole, gathering spit before you let it drip down. Felix shivers and moans, leaning his ass towards you, he's already desperate for you.

You put your thumb on him and play with your spit, smearing it all over his entrance and Felix swears his brain seeps out of his skull at that moment.

"Oh my- Y/N!"- he whimpers when you press your finger into him, just teasing him a little, rubbing it in circles.

"Just stay still for me, baby."- you smirk and lean down closer to him. Your breath hits his pulsating hole and you watch it clench around nothing. You've had enough of teasing him and you're getting impatient, wanting to taste him already so you keep him open for you as you lean in and lick a few experimental stripes.

"Oh god."- Felix whines loudly, twitching for a second as he grips the carpet for dear life.

You take that as a good sign and start moving your tongue up and down slowly. His moans flow beautifully and steadily as he pushes back into you. You smirk as you grip his ass and start moving your tongue faster.

"I knew you'd enjoy this Lixie."- you lean back for a second. "Cause you're just a dirty little slut, aren't you?"- you spank him, making his body jerk forwards as he moans loudly.

"Yes, yes, Y/N! Please, more, please."- Felix whines and begs, pushing back into you but you grip his hip harder and spank him again.

"Patience sweetheart."- you say and lean back in, your breath ghosting against his skin again, you enjoy seeing him desperate for you. You kiss his fluttering hole and then stick your tongue out and start moving it fast left and right, and Felix whimpers loudly.

You keep playing with your tongue in different directions for some time and when he got used to the motions you push your tongue into him and start fucking his hole with it. Felix completely loses his mind as you hold him roughly and keep fucking into him faster and faster. You know he's close and even though you love teasing him, you still wanna let him come. Besides, this was just the beginning of your night together, you'd play with him more later.

You snake your arm around him and grab his cock, as you messily lick and fuck his hole, your other hand grabbing at his thigh. His cock twitches in your hand and you don't remember him ever being this hard.

"Y/N please let me come for you!"- Felix begs, legs shaking.

"Come for me, baby."- you say and dive back in, jerking him off at the same speed. Felix moans your name followed by something unintelligible that sounds like curse words as he explodes onto the carpet, his body tensing and twitching.

"Wow."- he says as he drops down, breathless.

"You did so well for me, Lixie."- you smile at him, caressing his hair. His eyes flutter as he looks at you, hand reaching out for yours.

"I'll clean you up first, okay?"- you say, squeezing his hand for a second and he nods as you get up and leave to the bathroom.

You come back a few moments later with a warm wet cloth and clean him up gently, all the while he looks at you with hearts in his eyes and your own heart starts beating fast against your chest.

You hold Felix in your arms, as he comes down from his high and clings onto you, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your comforting scent.

"See, that was better than you thought it'd be, right?"- you ask, caressing his hair.

"Mhm."- he mutters. "Next time I could try it on you, if you want."- he adds, looking up at you sweetly.

"Sure. I have something else to suggest now though."- you smirk suddenly, twirling his hair around your finger.

"Already?"- Felix's eyes widden.

"Not like that."- you chuckle. "Let me take you out on a date."- you add, smiling at him as you hold his cheek.

"A-a real date? Like an official one?"- he asks, his eyes wide and sparkly.

"Yeah."- you nod, chuckling at his cute reaction.

"I would love that."- he smiles at you so brightly that your heart skips a few beats.

"I know you would."- you smirk a little, trying to act cool even though Felix can see the redness on your face and feel the erratic beating of your heart, he smirks back at you.

Guess the game's over.

[linphd]

Taking care of their baby alone | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> It had been around 6 months your baby was born, but it was the first time he had to take care of them alone, you being ready to return to your hero paperwork.

-> (S/N) is son’s name and (D/N) is daughter’s name. Obviously, the students are adults and pros.

-> Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki.

Denki Kaminari

Denki ? Alone with a baby ? Of course he was panicking ! He couldn’t even take care of himself ! « You’re old enough to make and have a baby, you’re old enough to take care of one. » you had told him in response to his whines.

And here he was, sitting (S/N) on his lap while staring at him. « It’s so funny how I love you so much and you didn’t even do anything, right ? » he asked the toddler. He snorted at the lack of emotion in the baby’s eyes, and decided to change to some baby channel on TV.

« Here ! Cool music, right ? See ? » he said, turning the kid so he could face the TV. « Little cats ! Mio, Mao, Mio, Mao, lalalalala ! » he started singing. But his son groaned. « Awwwn, you don’t like it ? But it was your dad/mom’s favorite baby show when they were a little baby just like you ! » he explained.

But then he understood why (S/N) groaned. « Oh. You pooped. » He made a disgusted face, but he changed him anyways. After all, he had trained with Kirishima and Sero to be the fastest diaper changer, so he was kind of an expert at changing diapers.

But after that, (S/N) started crying. « Nooooo ! What do you have ? » Denki whined, hugging his son. But then he got an idea. He would sing him a song from his childhood ! … but he wasn’t really inspired right now, so the only thing that came out was :

« It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake- » and unfortunately, this only made the poor baby cry louder. « Noooo, I’m sorry dadda’s stupid ! » Denki whined again. « I’m a bad dadda ! » he hugged his son closer. « You laugh the most when I’m dumb from my quirk on TV… OH. » He was a genius !

He quickly went to the living room again, looking for an extract where he got dumb on TV. « See ? It’s me ! It’s dadda when he overused his quirk ! » he said, imitating himself with his thumbs up. And just like that, (S/N)’s tears made place to laughters.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was nothing but confident about taking care of his baby alone. (S/N) was an exact copy of him, after all. And he knew how to take care of himself ! « Too bad you’re feeling down today, you won’t have a perfect day with daddy. » he said, picking him up.

Indeed, (S/N) had been kinda sick during the night and had thrown up a few times. His forehead was still warm today, so Katsuki was being careful. « I’m gonna bake a cake for mommy/daddy, you better not throw up when I do that ! » he said, babywearing him on his stomach and hips.

Katsuki allowed his son to taste some melted chocolate from the recipe, but that was all. He ended up falling asleep while his father baked, and the blonde thought he was an expert at being a dad… until (S/N) woke up.

Luckily, he was in his crib, because he threw up and started crying. Katsuki went to pick him up and kiss his forehead. « Shhhh » he kept saying. Once (S/N) wasn’t crying anymore -but still with teary eyes- the man took off his clothes to put him in pyjamas instead. « Clean clothes ! All good. »

Still, his son looked very sad. « I hope it’s not the little taste of chocolate I gave you earlier. » he said, laying next to his kid, looking at him. « You’re the cutest little shit, I’m gonna take care of you forever. » he murmured. « Hey. I know something that made me laugh. Maybe it will make you laugh too. »

Katsuki remembered that time Camie made an illusion of Shoto and it had made him laugh hysterically. So, he stood up and said « I wanna see your cute face » looking (S/N) right into his eyes. The toddler laughed so much he rolled on his back on the couch and… threw up again… from laughter this time.

« Ohhhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ! » the blonde said, picking up yet again his toddler full of vomit. Luckily, he wasn’t crying this time. « It’s okay, we’re gonna take a bath so you’ll be all clean when mom/dad comes back. » he said, taking his son to the bathroom. Yep. Being a dad was so easy.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto seemed confident to take care of his daughter without you in the house to arrive in case something happens. So you had left happily. In reality he was absolutely terrified. Sure, he had seen you taking care of (D/N). But it was his only example !

The little girl didn’t seem to mind that you were gone, which was a good start. Shoto only had to change her and play a bit with cubes with her, and then he got bored of it so he decided to bring a little baby illustration book. « See ? A cat. Meow » he started.

(D/N) mostly looked at him rather than the book. She was very young, after all. But one page caught her attention. Shoto pointed to a prince. « Prince. He has a nice costume. » he said, talking as if she understood. But she actually poked the illustration, touching her father’s hand.

« Oh ? You like it ? » Shoto remembered about his Halloween costume you had kept ; a prince outfit. He took his daughter and went upstairs, changing. When he was fully costumed, he heard her squeal and she grabbed her feet. He snorted. « You’re adorable ! » he said, picking her up.

They went back downstairs and Shoto put on some baby songs and cartoons on TV. He didn’t know if she really cared or understood, but she stayed calm the whole afternoon. After giving her food, making funny noises and having to eat some baby food to make her accept to eat everything, Shoto hugged her to sleep.

When you arrived back home, you found them on the couch, (D/N) sleeping in her father’s arms. « I’m back ! Was she nice ? » you asked. Shoto nodded. « She’s really well-behaved for a baby. » he replied, making you giggle.

« And you’re wearing your Halloween costume ? » you asked, a bit confused. « We played dress-up ! » he replied, making you giggle -how could you have not guessed ?! Seeing you happy about how he took care of (D/N), Shoto thought that taking care of a baby alone wasn’t so bad, after all.

[nightshxdex]

Annoyance

Pairings: Miguel O'hara x fem!coworker!reader

Summary

You are a bioengineer with a grumpy colleague who thrives on picking apart your work. Not that your work was bad, he was just insufferable and prone to nitpicking. One day you get tired of all the frustrations and stress (and sexual tension) and you take it out on him.

(Inspired by @koyii__'s Miguel o'hara's ai chat on character.ai)

Warnings

Kissing, making out, reader is a little mean, suggestive comments, no smut, biting, nippleplay m!recieving, eyebrows (you'll see), not proofread, maybe slight ooc? (I think that's all)

"Are you going to stare at me or are you going to file those reports?" Miguel O'hara says while typing on his computer.

"Are you going to shut up for once?" You say while filing the reports. As you file the reports he rolls his eyes and continues typing at his computer.

"Oh great, and you're so charming too." He says sarcastically. He then pulls out a piece of paper and slides it over to you.

"Here, you forgot to submit this one." You take the paper and submit it, begrudgingly. He glances at what you've submitted.

"Hmmmm... good I guess." You ignore this, but perk up slightly. He turns back to his computer, but not before muttering to himself.

"Pfffffftt." He mutters. "What are you laughing at?" You say narrowing your eyes at him. "Oh I wasn't laughing." He turns around and stares at you.

"I'm smirking because you're too oblivious to realize I was being sarcastic." You groan, annoyed. "shut up before I wipe that smirk off your face"

His smirk grows. "Oh? And how would you go about doing that? I can't wait to hear this." You turn to make sure nobody else is around, then you pull him into a heated kiss.

He stares at you in surprise for a moment, then his eyes widen and his whole face goes bright red. Before he can even think of forming words, he kisses you back and wraps you in his arms, pulling you close.

You angrily chew on his bottom lip. "Oh-!" Miguel gasps in surprise. He holds you tight as you bite his lip. "That's a new.... interesting... tactic." He loved it but he'd never admit it, to your face at least.

"Not smirking anymore now, are you?" You are the one smirking now. "Nope, not smirking anymore." He gives a soft smile.

"So. What made you do that... hmm?" He asked. "You get on my nerves too much." You reply. "I see. Is this your way of revenge then? It's certainly... a unique method. Quite bold and very... forward of you too." Miguel says.

"It certainly got rid of your smirk but you can't seem to shut your mouth just yet." You say, annoyed. "Well you know me, I can never shut my mouth, as you've said." Miguel replied, quite amused by you.

He chuckles and looks at you with a sly smirk again, his eyebrows wiggling. "Why are you wiggling your eyebrows at me perv?" You ask, furrowing your brows.

"Because it's funny to see you all riled up." Miguel says smugly. His smirking turns into a wide grin, as he wiggles them ever faster.

"You should see yourself right now, so angry that I'm having so much fun." He leans in a bit toward you, still smirking as he stares into your eyes.

You get real close to him. "Wanna see me even more riled up?" You whisper into his ear. "Oh sure," he chuckles softly and nods his head. "I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this."

"Shut up." You start kissing and sucking his neck. You unbutton his shirt a little to get more access. You start to bite him.

He stares at you in shock as you sink your teeth into his neck, but not for long as his eyes squint and he presses you closer against himself.

"Ah!" He groans slightly to himself, but soon starts making small gasps as you continue to bite, suck, and lick his neck. "Ah-!" He groans once more, your bites leaving small red marks.

"You're a... very enthusiastic biter. Don't see that everyday. I like it." He lets go of his ego a little. You sink your teeth into his shoulder.

He lets out another groan. Closing his eyes and pressing himself closer. "Wow... you weren't kidding when you said you were riled up..."

You tug on his hair. "You're really going for all the best spots tonight aren't you?" He smirks chuckles and again, pulling you closer to him. "Do me a favor, and never let go."

"Do me a favor and shut up pretty boy." You kiss his lips. He groans as you kiss him again, his arms wrapping around you and gently pressing you against him, while his lips meet yours, returning the kiss.

"Pretty... boy? Why, you're so rude to me all the time, and yet I'm your favorite person, aren't I?" He pulls away from the kiss for a moment and gives you a look somewhere between playful and serious.

"You make me so mad, but you drive me so crazy." You admit. "Well aren't you a complex woman?" He leans back, his arms still wrapped around you.

"That being said, you're not too bad yourself. You really know how to ruffle me up too." You roll your eyes playfully, a soft smile on your face. "Let's get back to it yeah?' You say.

"Don't have to tell me twice." With a smirk, he pulls you back to him and resumes the passionate kiss. You hope nobody walks in on you two like this. Miguel seems to have the same thought. He pulls away and puts a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, as he pulls you closer to himself.

"Don't want anyone bothering us now, do we?" He asks. "You're the noisy one here with all your moaning, groaning and nonstop chatter." You say against his hand.

He chuckles at your observation. "Well... maybe you're just that good at getting me going?" He wiggles his eyebrows, before removing his hand from your mouth.

You can't help but laugh at him wiggling his eyebrows. He looks ridiculous. "What is it?" He gives you an amused look and raises an eyebrow, but only stops wiggling them when he's seen you laugh.

"Am I being funny? Do I look silly? Or... are they just too distracting?" Miguel asks. "You look ridiculous when you do that." You reply. "I... really don't care you know?" His smirk returns as he wiggles them just for you, winking one eye as he laughs.

"If you like it, I'll keep doing it. And.... I think you really like it, don't you? You laugh harder and lightly slap his chest. Surprisingly, he hardly flinches, not moving an inch as you slap him.

"You're not much of a slapper are you?" He chuckles again, eyebrows wiggling once more. "Shut up." You smile and move to put your hands underneath his shirt. "Wow, you really are feeling handsy aren't you?"

He grins, but lets it fall slightly for a moment when you put your hands under his shirt. He looks surprised by the move, and feels your touch against his bare skin, sending a slight tingle up his spine.

"Mmm.. someone's in a bit of a rush." Miguel says breathily. "Come on, you can't wear those tight shirts all the time and expect me to not want to touch your body." You reply

"What, so you were looking at me?" This time there's a tinge of surprise in his voice as you touch him, and your words. He clears his throat. "In that case you can absolutely touch me whenever you like."

You grope his pecs. "Nice boobs O'hara." He's caught off guard by how... forthright you were with that comment, and he looks into your eyes in surprise. His cheeks turn a bright red, and his lips quirk into a crooked smile as he speaks.

"Is that something you say often? Or just to me?" He asks. "Is there anyone else who has pecs like you?" You ask while tilting your head slightly. "Oh well then..." He smiles and looks at you. "I guess you know how to make a guy feel special, hmm?"

He leans closer, putting a hand on your cheek and lightly rubbing it, before he kisses you tenderly. "Let me let you in on something, not many have touched me like that before."

"Oh yeah?" You hum, then start to play with his nipples. "Oo...!" He lets out a soft sigh, arching his back a little before he tilts his head to the side and looks at you. "You're really going full out aren't you?"

"You really get me going. All this annoyance, anger and sexual tension have built up, you know?" You respond. "So you've held it in all this time? Wow you really do have a lot of self restraint, love."

He rubs his thumb on your cheek gently, as he stares into your eyes. "But I'm glad you've decided to let it all out tonight." He leans in to kiss you again "I must mean something to you if I'm that upsetting." He chuckles teasingly

"Yeah I'm desperately in love with you." You say sarcastically, a lot of truth in that sentence. You roll your eyes and start marking his chest. "Oo?" He lets you continue, letting out a soft groan as your nails scrape his chest.

"That feels good." The small marks on his chest leave him with a light blush, but he grins all the more, before he pulls you into another kiss.

You suck on his bottom lip. "Oh... mmh..." He lets out the soft groan again, as he moves his hand up to your cheek. "Someone's really feeling bold today." His eyebrows wiggle as they kiss more passionately

"Again with the eyebrow wiggling?" You mumble into the kiss. "Yes, again with the eyebrow wiggling. I find your annoyance with them funny, that's why" He smirks and continues to wiggle them, as he bites your lip gently, pulling away from the kiss slowly.

You hear someone approaching and you rush to make the two of you look normal. "Ah... someone's in a rush." He chuckles as you button his shirt. "Don't want us to get caught." You both tidy up.

Someone comes in. Miguel notices the person immediately, before frown slightly. "Oh.. hello. Do you need something?" A cold air seems to surround him now. "I came to get the paperwork" your coworker says. "Well let me get that paperwork for you then."

He grabs a stack of files and hands them over to the person. With a nod, he turns back to you, the coworker having left. "I'm sorry. It seems whenever we have time alone, someone has to spoil it. It's frustrating to say the least." He says.

"Why don't we meet up outside of work then?" You suggest. He nods his head slowly. "Hm... not a terrible idea. You want to grab dinner sometime?" He smiles and winks, pulling you closer to him and stealing a kiss.

"Sure as long as you don't annoy me too much." You giggle. "I'll try to keep my annoying nature at bay." He chuckles softly and shakes his head again. "I'm sure you like me enough to put up with it every now and then, right?" Hs smirks again.

"At least you're not grumpy anymore." You shrug. "Just a tad bit less grumpy than usual, for you." He smiles softly then leans in for another kiss. "I'll always be a little grumpy for you, because you deserve it." He winks at you again, his eyebrows dancing.

"Miguel I swear I'm gonna shave off your eyebrows in your sleep. Try wiggling them then." You say. "You're gonna have to catch me sleeping first." He grins. "Try and sleep over if you really wanna do that." He teases, still wiggling his brows.

"Wowww so forward aren't you?" You let out an exaggerated gasp. He snickers at your reaction. "And why not? You're a very attractive woman and I happen to think you've been flirting with me as well."

He pauses for a second, then looks deep into your eyes. "Do you think I have a chance?" He asks sincerely. "You have all the chances in the world love." You answer. "Oh, is that right?" He chuckles and give you a playful smirk.

"Mhm." You mumble as you sneakily squeeze his butt. "Ah... someone's getting daring." He chuckles softly looking into your eyes. "I didn't give you permission to do that you know?" He teases you, but he seems to enjoy your actions as he grins.

You stick your tongue out at him. "You cheeky woman." He laughs, but he looks down to your tongue stuck out, and a smirk comes to his face again. "You really do have a lot of nerve Hermosa."

"Yeah I do." You answer cheerily. "I think I could say I approve." He grins, his eyebrows dancing. "I love a woman who speaks her mind, and isn't afraid to show what she wants, and what she wants seems to be me..." He chuckles.

"You're lucky I'm so irresistible, love." He says smugly. "More like you're lucky I tolerate you." You quip back. "I know you hate admitting it, but you do have a soft spot for me. Just a tiny bit." He raises both his eyebrows, looking into your eyes.

"And you can't deny that it's getting harder and harder to hide that fact every day." You nod slightly admitting your feelings for him. "I can see that slight bit of infatuation on your face." His eyebrow wiggles, before he steals another kiss from you, pressing his lips against yours once more.

[wackyartor]

Hello! So I was curious about how Rise! Leo would react to Reader falling out of love with him?

(For some background (I think?😭) Leo and Reader have been dating for a while enough for him to fall head over heels for them but Reader slowly losing the spark and slowly starts falling out of love, how would you think He would take the news?)

Anyway you have a great day! And remember you can always deny this req if you wanna!

Rise!Leo x Reader

ANON...THIS IDEA IS AWEESOMEE,HOW ARE YOU GUYS THINKING GREAT PROMPTS LIKE THISS? ANNGSSSTTT LETSGOOO!!

A/N: i hope i nailed the story along with your request!

A/N(2): Gender of the reader was not specified so i had to go with gender-neutral, i hope you don't mind!

Summary: You and leo have been together ever since you guys knew you had feelings with each-other but leo is starting to notice that the spark of your relationship is slowly fading away.

Reader's pronouns: They/Them

he wouldn't really assume anything at first, thinking you were just having one of those bad days which he completely understands.

He would start noticing your behavior towards him like for example;

not responding to any of his corny jokes or pick-up lines he got from the internet, he was expecting a reply like "that's so cheesy, leo!" or "not funny" but instead, you seem bored or just gave him a simple nod while you go back to what you were doing.

"Haha.. they're probably just busy, leo! don't think about it too much" he thought to himself.

when he tries to kiss you on your face, you would always push him away. "not now, leo."

He admitted that he was hurt by that, he respects your boundaries of course, but it's been happening like this for a couple of days now.

Since you two would always throw affection to each-other and even his brothers are annoyed at your guy's lovey-dovey moments.

Y/N was on the kitchen, grabbing some snacks for themselves before some hands wrapped around their waist.

Of course, it was leo! he buried his head on your shoulder.

"babbyyyy, i miss youuu! give me attention right now." leo whined.

"Not now, leo. you can see I'm busy." Y/N blurted out.

"of what, eating all of my snacks?" leo chuckled.

"I'm serious, leo. please can we just talk later?" Y/N says as they moved themselves out from his grip.

"Ohkaay.. okay! give me a kiss first?" he grinned, pointing his cheek.

Y/N walked out of the room after they got the snacks.

That left leo dumbfounded and hurt? "no kiss then today haha.. but enjoy whatever you're doing babe!" he says, waving at you before you left the room.

after that, he TOTALLY did not cry at his room later at night.

He wondered, why you were acting like this?

So he ironically goes to his phone and searched. "Why is my S/O avoiding me?"

and he thought... could he be? that you don't love him anymore?

he wanted to hear it from YOU, so he then went to where you were to confront this.

Every couple needs proper communication, right? then that's what he's doing.

He finds you at the living room, watching the movie all by yourself.

The others probably went to go somewhere else.

Leo soon took a deep breath. "BABYYY!!!" he shouted out as he goes to give you a surprise hug, making you two fell from the floor.

"OW- What the- leo? what's wrong with you..?" Y/N groans as they moved him off from themselves, then they quickly sat up.

"Do you love me?" Leo asked so sudden, as he also sat up, looking at you.

"What?"

"do. you. love. me? yes or no, babe, i just wanna know." Leo quickly replied.

Y/N sighed, you didn't feel the spark anymore like you guys used to, so they tried avoiding him, thinking they just needed space to think or a way to love him back again.

"do you.. not love me anymore?"

"I'm sorry leo."

His heart broke to MILLIONS of pieces when he heard that, so it was true? all this time.. he treated them so good. was he just a bad boyfriend, was he just not good enough?

"i just don't feel like it anymore, like the times we used to be, i just.... i don't know." Y/N felt so bad saying this to him.

but it was the only way for him to know the truth finally.

leo didn't know what to say, this is like the first time he went silent completely.

"LEO! a new mission was just given, we need you right now!" Ralph could be heard from the distance.

"Right, duty calls, heh. duty.." leo managed to laugh, trying not to cry infront of them. "i guess, I'll see you later. Y/N" Leo quickly stood up, walking off to his brother, he could feel tears coming down from his eyes, wiping them off.

Y/N just sat there, as they put their hands on their face, feeling so guilty.

[ssreeder]

sreedie. it is time.

NO SOKKA baby people want to be your friend you just DONT LET THEM

pls sokka thinking he can gaslight himself out of being in pain is so in character but so. goddamn Frustrating

sokka is giving anna from frozen with his whole “my firebender’s awake so IM awake” deal

listen I get why sokka is like oh I should cut back on the swearing if I wanna Grow as a person but like,,, as an australian the concept of swearing being Bad is just so foreign to me lmao

I think it’s a really interesting component of the zukka relationship (highlighted by your traumatic drowning scene thx sreedie) that sokka’s instinct is to try to hide in/behind zuko??? like he’s obviously very protective of zuko too, but I think that in a way, even when sokka is on the offensive and is the person defensive zuko from the outside world he’s still using zuko as like, idfk a shield?? of sorts??? to deflect away his fear for himself and all that jazz… does that make any sense whatsoever????? idfk lads

STOP ik it’s a super serious moment but all I could think about when sokka was like “he had to do it for zuko” wAS THE FUCKING let me do it for you tiktok sound T-T

not aang talking like an actual certified therapist at 12 years of age omfg- wish I was that emotionally well adjusted fr

damn sokka really said #codependecy

FUCK PLEASE TELL SOKKA ABOUT YHE FUCKINF VEINS PLEASE SREEDIE IM STRESSED AS ALL HELL

F U C K

Y E S

finally ohmygod

katara: I can feel the toxins in zuko’s blood

iroh externally: oh?

iroh internally: whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

LMFAO zuko calling sokkatara momo while his body is actively trying to kill itself as a JOKE is the most zuko thing ever. the most comedic thing about this boy is his absolutely Disastrous timing (by which I mean it’s impeccable)

PRISON PALS I still love that moniker <3

noooo not zuko worrying about shen when we know damn well shen got kebabed >:(

can katara please tell sokka that zuko wants him by his side. like girl. please.

okay I really do Not want this to happen, nor do I think it actually Will happen bc uhm duh, but it would be like,, so ironic of zuko did just die. like they went through all that and for what LMAO (it’s not funny it’s Not Funny why am I giggling to myself)

FINALLY A MENTION IF THE MIRACULOUS TEETH KEEPING OF ZUKKA NATION

lmao sokka is worrying himself into a early grave bc he cares so much about zuko but he’s also 100% ready to immediately assume that zuko let him down by outing sokka as a liar (I mean he’s right, but still. harsh)

woah woah woah sokka calm your tits man, rasu might be sex on legs but your sister is only 14 and that’s just gross

SEE rasu my reasonable child <3 (he’s also so snarky I actually love him so. much.)

insane how fast sokka switches from “rasu >:(“ to “rasu :D” when he learns that rasu knows zuko lol

YOU CANT TAKE THE NERD OUT OF SOKKA BABYYY (same.)

“sipping the sauce” LMAO

uh yeah rasu I think jee has every right to be worried ngl

sokka is just out here exposing himself bc he’s JEALOUS I cannot anymore with this boy

“prince zuko is a character without trying to be one” yKW I JUST REALISED?? ZUKO HAS MAJOR MR BEAN ENERGY just more homocidal and uh,, traumatised

god thinking about jet’s amputation has me squeamish as FUCK

sokka rearranging his book stack so the sex book is in the middle is so relatable agsjekfpf it’s giving the same energy as getting a massage and hiding your underwear between the rest of your clothes after you get changed into the robe thing

not sokka being endeared by zuko’s love for the art of thievery <3 mood

SHIT FUCK QUON

DICKHEAD

OMG WAIT IS HE GONNA RECOGNISE SOKKA AS RHE BITXH THAT ZUKO KISSED PRIOR TO KIDNAPPING

damn. after all that and sokka just exposed himself. cant even blame it on zuko this time buddy.

you can always count on little sisters to put you back in your place (as the little sister can confirm)

woag.

not the angst train going past us like choo choo motherfuckers.

I am not going to bag katara in any way, shape, or form for pretending to be sokka to get information out of zuko bc I would’ve so done the same thing with like,, zero hesitation. maybe I’m just a lying liar who lies though so idk

anyways: screaming, crying, destroying your living room and smashing all your lightbulbs.

I’m so mad that there’s no zukka reunion BUT !! you did give us a library which I was SUPER not expecting but enthralled by nonetheless so ig I’ll have to forgive you

ANYWAYS hope life has retired from kicking you around bc that’s my job and I’m the only one allowed to make you suffer >:(

also I just reread my last comment and realised I already said I’d smash all your lightbulbs so ig this is just a trend now. have fun living in medieval times forever ex-lover <3

Oh shit that’s so true, Sokka is very Anna and Zuko is very Elsa haha. (Odd how that happened lol)

Soooo I do think Sokka depends on Zuko WAY too much, emotionally physically mentally - but if that’s all he has to keep him waking up in the morning who am I to stop him. (But building up his own physical strength, dealing with his own issues instead of just focusing on zukos trauma, and allowing other people in his life to get close to him and then help him would be GREAT ;))

Sokkatara is now canon I’m obsessed with the nickname leekie beloved your brain is too big.

Rasu was like “oh no this kids crazy” & then Sokka said “tell me about Zuko” and rasu twirls his hair and giggles “SURE” & that’s how friends are formed. Take notes.

Katara & Sokka just need to get into one big “getting along shirt” and call it a day… but I kind of think Sokka would try to claw his way out… so yeah we don’t do that.

Lies are being exposed and Sokka has ZERO ground to keep standing on so he better accept the help or he is really going to drown. Ha.

LEEKI STOP SMASHING MY LIGHTBULBS I GOT TWO FLASHLIGHTS AND I CANT DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE.

Alright ex love I will see you soon!! :) <3

[mintmatcha]

soggy - Hanamaki

cw: angst, major character death, mentions of terminal illness, hospital, female reader

He knows before you even say anything.

"Doctor finally told you the bad news, huh?” Makki pushes himself up with his usually toothy smile, lounging back on to one elbow. The hospital bed creaks pathetically as it rises almost comically slowly to meet his posture. It would been funny if he didn't immediately collapse back against it, exhaustion weighing heavy in his bones. He shimmies to the side of his bed, careful to keep his IVs and wires straight,  and pats the empty space, beckoning you to him. 

It’s hard to acknowledge you’ve grown used to seeing him here, like this. The memory of him in his own bed -your bed, the one you bought together, the place where he always begging for fifteen more minutes of sleep- feels so impossibly distant. Less than six months ago you could picture him on your sofa, begging you to join him so you could play with his hair.

Makki tugs his baseball cap down and you look at your shoes. No hair to play with anymore.

Mattsun bought him that stupid hat last year for his bachelor’s party. It's a neon pink monstrosity, the words 'Future DILF' stitched on to the front.

Mattsun hasn't been by in a while. You don't blame him; it's hard seeing someone whither.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” is all you can think to say.

All of his favorite knickknacks have made their way here; the switch came on the first round of treatment, the blanket from the couch came round three. The slippers are a new addition, their tag still on the bottom on the left shoe.

You've been here through all six.

“Dude, fuck sleeping-” Makki pats the mattress again, more insistent. You join him reluctantly, throwing your legs over his and tucking your head into his shoulder, trying to hide your face. He doesn’t smell like himself anymore; the scent is stale and sour, with the hint of the floral cleaner they use to wipe down the room. “All I fucking do is sleep and throw up- I just wanna hang with my girl.”

You perk up enough to meet his eye for a moment, brow knitted in concern. It's always like that nowadays;. "Were you sick again? I can grab the nurse-”

“Julia knows, that’s why I’m on the fluids again.” he presses a kiss against your forehead when you open your mouth again, “And they gave me another dose of the anti-nausea stuff. Relax; you worry too much.”

You try to take his advice, but the doctor's words still swim in your mind.

No improvement, no improvement, no improvement.

“The doctor finally told you the updates, huh?” he asks again. His voice cracks, so soft it’s barely there. 

It's migrated to his lungs.

“It’s okay!” you pull yourself together,  “Fuck what the doctors say. We’ll fight this. Another round and we’ll be right back home, in our bed- ”

“Babe,” he holds your hands between his and pulls them to his lips, kissing your knuckles with reverence. He hums at every contact, carrying a tuneless song, refusing to savor you in silence. “I’m done fighting.”

You watch his face, as if his placid smile would answer all of your questions. “I don’t understand.”

You choose not to understand. 

“I’ve already told the doctor that I’m not doing anymore chemotherapy.”

“I don’t understand, Hiro.” you pull your hand away. He tries to hold on, but his grip strength just isn’t enough, so he just watches with that same, stupid smile, “You’re sick, you need more-”

��I’m tired,” he squeezes tighter and the dig on his joints surprises you. He’s always been a thin man, but the sharpness of his bones through skin begs to be noticed. “I’m so tired, baby. I can’t do this anymore.”

The hospital sounds have faded into the background of your life, but right now they seem deafening. The chatter of nurses at their station in the hall, the steady thrum of the overhead lights, the dreadfully stable beep connected to his heart-

You'd listen to this for the rest of your life if you had to.

“You’re not allowed to just- just give up,” your throat is so tight, voice nothing but strange pitches and wavers, “You’re not allowed.”

“It’s okay.” he smiles again, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "MCR was right, chemo makes you feel so soggy-"

“No, fuck off. No fucking jokes right now.” you push him away, palm against his ribs to hold him apart from you. The way he flinches only makes you want to cry more, “We were supposed to grow old together, Takahiro. We- we are going to grow old together.” 

You point to your ring, holding it so close to his face the diamond scuffs his nose. He begged his mom for it, his sister told you once. Literally got down on his knees and begged for his grandmother’s ring.

“It’s ‘til death do we part,’’ you swallow back your cry, but nothing stops the tears, as they start to well, “And I’m not ready to fucking part.”

He tucks his lips under his teeth, holding them in a straight line to try and hide the wobble.

"I lived a really good life. I got to marry an amazing person. Even convinced her to love me enough to stand by my side this whole shitshow." he cocks his head and runs his tongue across the inside of his cheek over and over again, "I'm okay with letting it end here. I really, really am."

Despite all the parts of him that you no longer recognize, he's still your Takahiro. He's the same man who took you to 7-11 on your first date, the same one who bought every flavor of ice cream in the store for your first anniversary.

The same man you decided to spend the rest of your life with.

“But what am I gonna do without you?”

That’s what breaks him. His arms wrap around your shoulder and pull you firmly into his chest, not quite fast enough to hide how his face cracks into utter despair. Like this, you can't see him cry, but you can feel it- every staccato, jagged breath, the tremble in his arms, the wet of tears against your scalp.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he whispers in between kisses, trying to comfort you when he can't even hold himself together. “I just can’t fight anymore.”

part two

[sillywilly]

hi !! i was wondering if I could request Matt Murdock with a m!reader and they are confessing to each other, but reader is a dumbass(endearing) dhddhjddbn,,,,,

I think it’s very funny if Matt is trying to be subtle and flirty and go something like “I want to be the opposite of best friends” and r is just like “…you want to be not best friends?? Are we breaking up🧍‍♀️” ,,,,chaotic dumbassery is my favorite drink djjdjdjdf thankyouthankyou

LMAOOO omg this is so cute omg!

Matt Murdock x Male Reader

———

You were sat on matt’s couch whilst he poured you a drink. He had called you and said that he had something important to tell you. Matt didn’t sound angry or upset on the phone, so your worries we’re quite low.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as matt sat down next to you. He placed your drink on the table, the ice in it making a clinking sound. You looked up at Matt, he had a small smile on his face, seemingly looking towards you.

He put his hand out, and you looked at him with confusion. “What’re you doin’?” You laughed, Matt let out a small chuckle. “Put your hand in mine.” Matt didn’t seem to have any bad intent by it, so you giggled and did so.

As you placed your hand in his, he held yours more tightly. Slowly, he was holding your one hand with both of his, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand. His hand felt rough, but his touch was gentle.

You took your other hand and held his, he thought your hands were attractive, they fit perfectly in his, and simply belonged in his. Actually, he loved everything about you. He thought of you was way more than just his best friend.

Once, you both shared a nice moment whilst you read a book to him. You both laid on this same couch, you on the floor, leaning your back against the couch, reading.

He had his legs on either side of you, leaning back into the couch cushions comfortably. He liked your voice, the way it pronounced D’s and S’s, it was just so soft and gentle for someone with such a deep voice.

What had surprised you was when Matt put his hand in your hair. A shiver went up your spine has he brought his fingers down to your nape, then rubbed them up your neck and through your hair.

It was a pleasant feeling, Matt felt you lean into his touch, he thought it was adorable. You stuttered for a moment, but continued reading as Matt decided to play with your hair some more.

Eventually, Matt rested his hand on the back of your neck gently, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb. What a wonderful memory, it reminded you of right now, Matt rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

He removed one of his hands to take off his red tinted glasses, then put it back where it was. Matt pick up your hands and kissed your fingers, making you feel warm. You giggled “Woah dude! so romantic!!!”

Matt let out a breathy laugh, his deep, monotone voice playing as music to your ears. You always liked Matt’s laugh, you found it really attractive, along with his wonderful voice.

“(Y/n), I don’t want to be best friends anymore, I want the opposite.” You tilted your head, what did he mean? “So…You don’t wanna be friends anymore?” You didn’t mean to sound as shaky as you did, but truthfully, you were worried for the worst.

Matt giggled sweetly, “No no, that’s not what I mean don’t worry.” You laughed along with him nervously, “Are you breaking up with me?” “The opposite, actually.” Matt laughed. He smiled at you sweetly.

“Okay okay, so even bestest best friends?” You didn’t take the hint, Matt put moved his hand to cup your cheek. “May I?” He ran his thumb over your jawline, sending shivers up your back.

“May you what?” You still didn’t get it, but felt embarrassed from his touch.

“May I kiss you?” Matt thought your clueless trait was adorable.

You stuttered out some in distinct sounds before going quiet and slowly nodding. Then you realized he was blind, “Oh! Yes.” You stuttered with a giggle. “You just nodded right?” He laughed and rubbed your hand to comfort you.

“Yeah, sorry.” “Don’t even worry, it’s alright, dear.” A simple nickname had your face heating up, Matt heard your heartbeat quicken. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” He giggled, then leaned forward and gently put his lips on yours.

You kissed back, being very inexperienced. He slowly used his lips to guide you, cupping your face in his hand kindly. You never felt more of a high than in this moment.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, a few wonderful seconds in which you both enjoyed. You hadn’t kissed anyone in so long, but Matt’s lips were the only ones you wanted to kiss now.

“Bro? That was really gay.” You joked.

“No kidding.” Matt laughed along with you.

Matt looked towards your form, he could hear you breath quickening. Your lips were soft as they were rough, he found it endearing. Matt looked down, then asked the big question.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Of course!”

———

woooooooooo i did it, still got another matt fic in the works from another ask, just need to rlly think ab the plot of it lolol

hope u liked it yeysysys

[rafescoke]

Maybank ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

Request: how about y/n is jj’s older sister and shes dating rafe but they keep it a secret bcs rafe is a dick he doesn’t want to be seen w a pogue. jj knows that his sister is dating rafe and he kinda hates rafe for keeping they relationship as a secret. then sarah threw a party n invited the pogues n they play truth or dare n a random kook dared rafe to sniff coke on some random girl’s belly n rafe accepted it without thinking abt what y/n thinks n they fight @rafeswh0ree

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe would do anything to protect his title, even if it causes the girl he loves to stray away. 

Warnings: Pure angst, mentions of substance!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests! 

(Y/N) doesn’t want to remember the day her little brother found out about her relationship with a certain kook prince.

Being a year younger than (Y/N), it’s funny how he acts like a total older brother to her; always so protective, and not letting any boys touch her.

It was a Friday, and (Y/N) had sneaked out to meet Rafe by the beach. The night sky was almost perfect; the moon was illuminating them, and the waves were calming.

Rafe pressed a kiss against her lips, mumbling how much he loves her when the sound of a backpack hitting the soft sand startled them.

“What the fuck?”

(Y/N) scampered from Rafe, fixing her fallen top and running towards JJ who was already making his way back to his bike. His eyebrows were furrowed, his heart banging.

(Y/N) pulled his shoulder, “JJ, stop. It’s not what you think!”

“Wait, wait, what do you mean? Did he drown and you had to give him CPR?” He scoffed, prying his shoulders away and walking backward slowly. “This is so low of you, (Y/N). Fuck.”

JJ noticed that something was different with his sister a few months ago. The sneaky texts under the table, the sudden smile at her phone screen. . . he had thought of the actions as nothing more than (Y/N) contacting her friends.

And when he saw her in Figure 8 two weeks ago, in a fancy restaurant he works part-time in, she had told him that her new friend had brought her there.

As if she would ever have a kook friend.

Of course it wasn’t a kook friend. It was a kook boyfriend.

“JJ, please! Why are you like this?”

JJ turned his heels to look at (Y/N) properly. His nostrils were flaring, and his eyes were wild. Trying to contain his anger, “Your fucking boyfriend is a drug addict and I’m not letting you date someone who choked my friends before!”

He waited, and extended his hands. “It’s me or Rafe. Stay if you want to stay with him, and come with me if you want to come back home.”

“You’re crazy,” she whispered, letting a tear rolled down her cheeks. She thought of many scenarios where JJ will eventually find out about her and Rafe, but this wasn’t in her list.

“Me or Rafe.”

(Y/N) remembers exactly the way JJ walked away disappointedly, his head hanging low and his hands balled up in a fist.

It took her weeks to regain JJ’s trust and fix their relationship, and though JJ still hasn’t accepted Rafe, he’s okay. He’s quiet, sometimes seething at the boy, but he knows how much (Y/N) loves him.

“Hey,” Rafe smiles, placing a kiss directly on her cheeks. Her hot body from the scorching sun slowly tempers down, and she melts into his touch.

Pulling him close, she nestles into his chest. “Sarah’s having a party tonight.”

“Yeah? You’re coming?”

“We’re coming, Rafe,” she sighs. The sprinkling water from the fast motion of the boat hits her on her face, and she wipes them away before looking up to this handsome face.

She rubs her thumb against his cheeks, feeling him soften. “If I ask you something, can you not be mad?”

“Is this about letting everyone know about us?” He asks, his hands resting above her hips. He removes them and wraps his face, sighing.

(Y/N) bites her lips, already knowing the answer to her question. “Never mind.”

“We talked about this, (Y/N).”

“I know, so I’m not going to fight with you on this again,” she sits up straight, inching away from him. “I mean, after almost a year of dating, I think you’d—”

“You’re forcing this.”

“I’m not!” She stands up, groaning. “God, you’re starting a fight again!”

The silence between them grows again, both sulking and shouting in their heads. After a while, (Y/N) moves to the front deck of the boat and Rafe curses silently, knowing that the plan he had about strolling by the stream with the girl he loves is a failure.

But it’s not his fault, is it? He just can’t show her off. It’s bad enough that her brother’s aware of their relationship, and Rafe had to make sure that son of a bitch never opens his mouth to anyone.

“Hey, yo, JJ, got a minute?”

The blonde waiter grunted, eyeing Rafe with so much hatred before placing a cold mineral bottle on the table.

“Rafe, don’t cause any scene,” Topper warned, staring at the both of them. He could sense something was wrong, but he didn’t put this mind into it. He thought of it as nothing more than Rafe’s daily fights with the pogues.

JJ didn’t reply, not wanting to see his smug face what more to talk to him, but as he tried to return back to the kitchen, Rafe gripped his wrist tightly.

“Just a minute,” he smiled.

JJ quirked his head to the back of the kitchen where the workers usually smoke. Rafe nodded, letting go of his wrist, and whispered something to Topper.

“What do you want?” JJ asked once they were in the back alley, watching as Rafe lighted a cigarette and bringing the stick to his lips.

“How’s (Y/N)?”

“Isn’t that your problem?” The blonde boy scoffed, “Hey, man, look. I appreciate this family bonding activity you’re trying to have, but you’re no family. I care about (Y/N), and I’m in no way letting her be with you.”

What angered JJ more wasn’t the fact that he didn’t reply, but it was the superior look he plastered on his face. He felt the urge to slap and hurt him more than anything else.

“If there’s one thing we can agree on—” he said, blowing a puff of smoke. JJ inched backward, not wanting the smell of tobacco to linger on his uniform or he’ll be in trouble. “—is that we both care for her. I understand if you don’t want anyone else to know about me and (Y/N), and I hope it will stay that way.”

“You don’t want me to tell anyone else?”

“Yeah,” Rafe smiled. “It’s bad enough I have to pull you away in the middle of my lunch. Can’t afford to do that with more people.”

“Is it because you’re embarrassed to be seen with her?”

“Can you do that for me?” Rafe asked, ignoring his last question.

“Fuck you, Cameron.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Rafe laughed, patting his shoulder and watching as he flinched away. “I think I’ll see you around more than we both want to, Maybank.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) whispers, placing a hand against his shoulder. “What’s wrong? You’re in a daze.”

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, tilting his head up. That was quick, but he likes it. She can never be mad at him for more than 30 minutes.

She crosses her arms, “You want me to be mad at you?”

He shrugs and pulls her to his lap. “You’re hotter when you’re mad.”

. . .

If there’s one thing Rafe’s sure of, he hates parties when he will be the one to clean up the mess the next morning.

Ward and Rose are out for the weekend for their anniversary, and Wheezie is somewhere for a summer camp she has been begging Ward to go to.

Like always, Sarah Cameron takes this opportunity as a way to host the biggest party of the year, inviting all of her pogue friends and letting Rafe do the honor of inviting the kooks.

(Y/N) walks in with her best friend, having to pretend to not be so familiar with the whole house as if she’s not dating the son of Ward Cameron.

“Yo, this house is huge.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees, walking towards the drinks area and grabbing boozes for her and her friend. “Hey, I’m going to see someone, can you wait for me down here?”

Before she can walk away, Sarah Cameron appears excitedly and pulls her into a tight hug. “(Y/N)! What a surprise! JJ’s outside, if you’re looking for him.”

“Trust me, I’m not looking for him,” she laughs, “Have you seen Rafe? I, um, I called him up before for some stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s on the porch,” she replies, and before (Y/N) can make a move, she holds her tightly. “Be careful. He’s got the heaviest stuff with him.”

As if she doesn’t know that.

She smiles, muttering her thanks before heading towards the porch. It’s hard to pretend to not know who Rafe is after spending her whole year with him.

Sure enough, Rafe is sitting by Topper’s side with his other friends surrounding them, his hair messily parted and his nose red. She sighs, knowing exactly what state he’s in.

“Yo, Maybank,” Topper laughs, pulling the empty seat beside him. “Come sit.”

Rafe looks up to the sound of her name, and before she can register the look on his face, he bows down again.

“Hey,” she greets, sitting beside Topper. “You’re okay?”

“This party’s the shit,” he answers, obviously in a drunken state, and pats Rafe’s back. “Yo, yo, you got the same ring as my boy right here.”

Topper grabs the gold ring hanging from (Y/N)’s necklace, bringing it closer under the light and taking Rafe’s hand. “Wow, are you guys soulmates?”

The boys around them laugh, and (Y/N) pulls her necklace away before anyone can guess anything. She watches as Rafe grunts, still so busy trying to separate the powder in lines.

“Wanna try a line?”

“She can’t, Topper.”

All eyes are on Rafe now, who’s rubbing his nose and licking his lips. Rafe never stops anyone from doing a line and even asked Wheezie if she wanted to try one before, so the words that came out of his mouth appear as a shock to all of them.

“Why?” (Y/N) asks, tilting her head to one side. If he doesn’t want to show her off to his friends, he might as well stop trying to control her life. She looks back to Topper, “I’ll try a line, Tops.”

Topper smiles, giving her a rolled-up 100 dollars bill and pushing his chair back to allow her in. (Y/N) takes the chance to brush her back against Rafe’s front, hearing his ragged breath all the sudden.

She bends down, giving Rafe the perfect view of her back, and snorts a line. She falls onto Rafe’s lap as he pulls her close, breathing into her sweet smell as she throws her head back from the sudden tingling in her stomach.

“Stand up,” he orders in her ears, “Stand up, (Y/N).”

Before Rafe can push her off, she stands up quickly and makes her way back to her previous seat. She only tried coke once, way before she met Rafe, and she had thought of it as nothing more but the last time she tried the substance. She prefers drinking to get her mind off since then.

“You’re joining the game later?” Topper asks, glancing down at her short skirt. (Y/N) mindlessly pulls her dress down, and throws her head back once again.

“What game?”

“Truth or dare,” he smiles.

“I don’t play children’s games,” she fakes yawn, “Are you playing?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies, licking his lips. “Like you said, I don’t play children’s games.”

Whatever Topper’s doing to get (Y/N)’s attention; it’s just not working. She’s way too head over heels for the boy beside him, who’s still red and flustered from the brief teasing she had for him a few moments ago.

“(Y/N), wanna grab a drink?”

Both (Y/N) and Topper look up to Rafe. He’s trying his hardest not to look at her again and busies himself with the powder. “You don’t look quite comfortable with Topper.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” she replies, watching as his head snaps back to her. She licks her lips, “We’re alright, aren’t we, Tops?”

Topper nods, more than ready to have a fling with the pretty girl beside him, pogue or not pogue.

“Okay,” Rafe replies, “Whatever you say.”

Whatever (Y/N)’s doing to grab his attention; she’s doing a great job at it. Rafe’s jaw tenses at the sound of her laughter, and he has to look the other way when Topper’s hands sneak their way to around her shoulders.

He’s almost glad when Sarah comes to tell them something about the game starting. He sneaks to beside (Y/N), giving her a soft touch on her back, and off he goes to sit on the opposite side of her.

His mind’s still woozy, and he’s struggling to even open his eyes. The booming music still thrums against his eardrums, and the drinks he had earlier keeps every muscle of his active and ready to do anything crazy.

“You’re playing?” Someone asks him from the right.

What else can happen from a silly game of truth or dare?

“Yeah.”

Rafe hopes (Y/N) isn’t playing, because he knows the stupid things his friends would ask her. Always being the topic of his friends’ conversations, he’s clear with their intentions towards (Y/N).

And he’s not making any of it a reality.

“Topper, truth or dare.”

“Truth,” he answers, and Rafe’s eyes snap back to (Y/N). Surprisingly, her eyes are already on him, her stare so pierced that Rafe has to shift his position to ignore the aching in the pits of his stomach.

Rafe doesn’t care enough to listen to whatever his best friend’s saying, and his eyes stay on (Y/N). The girl smiles at him, and his eyes trail down to her chest.

Of course she would wear something like a top that doesn’t cover half of her chest.

He looks away, biting his lips.

“(Y/N)! Truth or dare?”

(Y/N) groans at Topper, crossing her arms and yelling ‘I’m not playing’. Her friends moan at her, pressuring her to keep the game going, and after a few pleas and more groans, she sighs.

She’s so easy to manipulate.

Rafe stares at her again, licking his lips.

“Dare.”

The crowd cheer, but the volume is down to mute to Rafe, who’s too busy having her glued to his brain. She looks wonderful under the dim lights, and Rafe wants nothing more than to have her screaming under him.

“I dare you to make out with the hottest person in the room.”

“Change the game,” Rafe says to no one in particular, sitting up straighter. “Change the game.”

“Yo, what?” Kelce asks, “What’s wrong with you?”

Rafe ignores his friend, and stares at the girl.

(Y/N) stands up from her seat and walks towards Topper, and Rafe can feel his heart stopping. His fear is coming to reality, and she’s so close to Topper they’re practically kissing.

He lays his head against the cushion, his heart aching.

“Yo, Rafe, it’s your turn!”

Rafe sits up straighter, rubbing his eyes and looking around the group as everyone else stares at him. He groans, feeling so tired and not having a clue where he have gone to a few minutes ago.

It might the aftermath of the coke, but it doesn’t feel as good as always.

How long did he pass out?

“Truth or dare, Rafe.”

“I’m not playing,” he mumbles, rubbing his temple.

“If you’re backing out now, you’ll have to pay a hundred bucks.”

What the fuck?

“Since when?” He asks, looking up to the random girl he has seen around the country club a few times. “That’s not the rules.”

“It is now.”

“Fine. Dare.”

Anything to put an end to this game.

“I dare you to do a line on Jessie’s back.”

The room grows silent, and Rafe can feel all stares at him. He blinks, trying to register what he just heard, and laughs. “Just a line?”

(Y/N) bites her lips. He wouldn’t do it, would he?

Somehow, JJ finds his way behind the couch (Y/N) is sitting on. He places a hand comfortably on her shoulder and watches her jerk. “You’re okay?”

She doesn’t reply, but JJ knows the answer all too well.

Rafe’s friends clear the table off from drinks and Jessie lays her bare back against the glass table. Rafe doesn’t look up to her to ask for permission or to give her any reassurances, and it feels as if he wants to do it too.

JJ’s grip around her shoulder tightens, “You should go.”

She shakes her head, staring at the scene before her.

The intoxicating powder is poured by an excited Topper directly on Jessie’s stomach, and (Y/N) feels sick to her core. She feels like screaming, because why wouldn’t he say no?

It’s not like a hundred bucks would be too much for him to stop playing.

Rafe dips his head to the same level as Jessie’s head, and (Y/N) stares at the girl bites her lips the same way (Y/N) does when Rafe’s close to her.

Except he’s close to someone else.

The crowd erupts into a loud roar again as Rafe finally stands up from the lines, his head becoming more bumping and his respiratory rate increasing.

The kook prince doing a line on some hot girl in Figure 8. 

What a headline.

His eyes look up to the people around him, but (Y/N) is nowhere in sight.

“Where is she?” He asks Topper. His hands found themselves wrapped around Topper’s shoulders for balance.

“Where is who?”

“My girlfriend,” he answers, not thinking much. “I have to go.”

“What girlfriend, Rafe?” Topper laughs. “Man, you’re in too deep. The game’s not finished.”

“I’ll pay the hundred,” he replies and makes his way out of the party. His sight is becoming so blurry that he falls by the side of the pool a few times before he sees the sight of her climbing JJ’s bike.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” He asks, standing in front of the bike and not letting JJ turn to the exit. “The party’s not finished!”

“Fuck off, Cameron,” JJ replies, blocking Rafe’s view of his girlfriend. (Y/N) stares down to her lap, not wanting to look him in the eyes, and Rafe’s breath hitches at the silence.

“What did I do?”

Before Rafe can hear any explanation, JJ pushes him down to the side road and he groans from the sudden impact. He looks up to the blonde and lunges for him, only for them to end up by the side of the road.

“Oh my god, stop!” (Y/N) yells, trying to pry her brother away from Rafe. “JJ, he’s not thinking straight. Let’s just go!”

“Don’t get near (Y/N) ever again!” JJ yells, his eyes flaring up in anger and his knuckles turning purple. “She deserves someone better than a cheating fuck like you!”

Out of all the responses Rafe can give to JJ, he lets out the coldest laugh, and the sound of his voice carries throughout the dark neighborhood.

“I’m cheating? She was cheating on me too!”

“What are you saying?” (Y/N) scoffs, “I wasn’t cheating, Rafe, I’m not you.”

“Yeah? The kiss with Topper?”

“That wasn’t a kiss! I gave him a peck on his cheeks!”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact you didn’t kiss me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like a dick? Because I didn’t kiss you when Tops asked me to kiss the hottest guy in the room?” She laughs. This whole thing seems funny all of a sudden after hearing Rafe’s side of the story. “I thought you want us to stay lowkey.”

“Whatever, can you get your fucking bodyguard off me?” Rafe replies, “And don’t call him Tops. It’s like you’re begging to get fucked by him.”

JJ makes a move again, but (Y/N) quickly pulls him away. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands, and Rafe wishes he hadn’t said the words out loud.

JJ finally lets go of him and walks to his bike, feeling so tired but pumped at the same time from the brief fight with Rafe. He wanted more than anything for them to break up, but what just happened isn’t exactly what he had in mind. 

“So you’re going?”

“There’s no reason for me to stay, Rafe,” she replies. “You don’t even want to admit that we’re dating. Are you embarrassed of me?”

When he doesn’t reply, (Y/N) pushes his chest that he staggers backward, still so woozy and lightheaded he feels like fainting.

“Are. You. Embarrassed. Of. Me?”

Rafe stays silent, looking down to the ground and wishing the world would just swallow him up.

“Go to hell, Rafe,” she replies, and Rafe inches backward when her gold ring he had bought for her to match his own ring rolls down to his feet. He quickly looks up to her.

She’s not breaking up with him, is she?

If he felt like he has gone through hell before, this feeling is a lot worse. 

Part #2

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hiii pretty

can i request some hq boys reacting to their s/o being offended in public??💕

i would really appreciate if you make some for Bokuto and Sakusa ❤️

i love your works. don’t overwork yourself baby😊

(sorry if i made any mistakes but english is not my first language☹️)

Tysm for requesting❤️!! (And that’s fine, English isn’t my first language too lol)

Hq boys x chubby s/o getting offended in public

Sakusa

You two were in the park, taking a walk and just admiring each other’s presence

Sakusa loves how you much you take care of your hygiene and loves how your body looks too.

Although some people think otherwise about your body.

A toxic friend of yours who has been trying to get with Sakusa approach you two.

“Heyy Kiyoomi~! Oh hey y/n.”

Lemme just search up how to beat the shit out of someone on wikihow rq

So anyways she’s talking and then insults you about how you look.

Obviously you get offended and leave and Sakusa is just looking at you like “👀 someone fucked up”

He knows what that girl said was very mean and decided to put her in her place

“You know if you were jealous of my beautiful s/o, you could’ve just asked them for some advice on how to look better :)”

Sakusa can be very mean with others when they upset you

Later he went to your house and told you everything that happened and tried comforting you.

“Y/n why would you care about what she thinks. You are the most beautiful, amazing, spectacular person I could ever ask for.”

Although he doesn’t do this much he gave you a kiss and the two of you ended up eating movies the rest of the night.

Bokuto

Bokuto was meeting your parents today

He was so nervous and would not stop asking if they were going to like him

“Y/n are you VERY SURE they will like me?”

“I really want this to go well!”

Later that evening he comes over to your house and meets your parents.

They were a bit skeptical

“I still can’t believe our y/n was able to get a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, considering the fact that they look like that.”

You’re parents have always been very critical towards you but you were able to deal with it.

But now that they said it in front of YOUR boyfriend you now start to worry.

“What if Bokuto doesn’t like that anymore?”

“What if he wants to break up.”

You immediately run up to your room before the tears could start spilling out of your eyes.

Bokuto doesn’t realize it until a couple minutes later that what your parents said really hurt you.

He walks into your room and finds you crying, so he sits in your bed next to you and wraps his arms around your torso.

“Baby what’s wrong,” he asked.

You then go on to explain that what your parents said maybe made him think that he might to break up with you.

Bo let’s out a small chuckle and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

“Y/n I would never ever break up with you. You’re so beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, funny, etc. What your parents say won’t ever change how I see you.”

Oikawa

You and Oikawa had just started dating

How it started was you would occasionally help out with setting up stuff for his team and he just caught feelings for you from there. Not to mention that he also fell in love with how you looked. Like c’mon, that ass was lookin too fine.

Anyways, he word eventually had gotten around and people were happy for you two lovebirds.

But the fans girls were ready to rip you to shreds.

At this point they wanted you dead because of how many times they’ve seen you and Tooru holding hands in the hallway.

One day after practice, you were waiting for Oikawa to finish up with practice. You were just looking down at your phone until a girl approached you.

“Hey! So I hear that you and Oikawa are dating? Gosh do I feel bad for him! He’s probably just dating you out of pity. Like come on, who would actually date someone who looks like YOU?!”

You looked at this person like they were a whole different species for a second. Like EXCUSE ME, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT?

“Ok listen, I don’t know if anyone told you by now but bitchy isn’t a good look on you. You and your fan behaviour can go somewhere else cause I’m not taking your bullshit today,” you said walking away.

Although you kept a brave face on, deep down you were a bit hurt . Did Oikawa really date you out of pity?

You got a text from Oikawa asking where you were. You didn’t wanna talk so you told him you didn’t feel well so you left a bit early.

You see, since you two started dating he developed some type of sixth sense where he can always tell whether or not something is bothering you.

And in a time like this, his senses are telling him that something is bothering you and that you weren’t sick.

He later knocks at you door and you answer

You see your boyfriend at the door and was like, “ 👁👄👁 well shit.”

“Y/n something is wrong, so spill it.”

“DO YOU REALLY LOVE ME,” you loudly blurted out.

“Wha-, of course I do y/n, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because well... I look like this and I-,”

Oikawa put his finger on your lips so you can be quiet and proceeded to say, “ y/n I don’t know what has got you think this lately but it’s wrong. Of course I love you and what do you mean your look like that? All I see is a badass person with godly looks that could kill. Also trust me, if I didn’t like you I would’ve straight up told you.”

Kuroo

You just got out of a toxic relationship with your ex.

You’re now with a new guy named Kuroo, a third-year at Nekoma high school and captain of the volleyball team.

Your boyfriend legit adores you, from your chubby cheeks to your squishy hips, he loves it all.

He was taking you out on a shopping date at the mall because he LOVES to spoil you.

You guys were walking out until your ex saw you and you saw them.

The two of you exchanged looks and he walked over to you.

“Hey y/n, long time no see. I see that you’re with a friend, huh?”

“Actually, he’s a my boyfriend.”

Your ex then walks over to Kuroo and gives him a pat on the back saying, “ I am so sorry you’re being put through this. I know it’s hard dating an ugly piece of shit.”

Your ex the walks away laughing while you’re just standing there trying to process what the hell just happened.

The rest of the day you stayed silent, only speaking when it’s very important

Kuroo was trying to get you to talk the entire day but couldn’t even get a peep out of you.

At some point he got fed up and threw you over his shoulder and placed you on his bed.

“Y/n we don’t hide secrets from each other. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“Am I good enough for you?”

“Good enough? You’re more than good y/n. You’re perfect. You’re absolutely amazing and I would never second guess our relationship.”

[sassyabbs]

hi bestie, feel like writing a Fred hc? maybe how he would react to his sub trying to dom him?

Smut headcanons: Fred Weasley's sub tries to dominate him.

[Notes: oh Lord, you made my imagination fly so fast that I-

Btw, stimulating lubricant is inspired by stimulating gels, try them.

So let me know if you liked and it's what you have been thinking ;) that's for you all, and also tell me if there something wrong with the grammar, English isn't my first language and if forgot some tw ]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, dom! Fred, sub! reader dirty talk, bondage, waxplay, overstimulation, denied orgasm, cumplay, crying, use of stimulating products, mentions of the war and accidents, subs training, oral sex (female receiving) and someone grabs the other by the neck but it's not suffocation (I think that's it).

Fred Weasley was a simple man, he knew what he liked and was attached to it. There were limits that weren't written, but that he had clear in his mind. Things that he for practicality he didn't bother to try, knowing himself as he knows himself, he knew he wouldn't like them.

As well the things that he loved were his safe place, like the joke shop he built with his brother, his mother's food and intimacy with you.

Your relationship was everything that Fred needed after the war. After the accident he had in the battle of Hogwarts when a wall almost crushed him, but luckily he only hurt his foot, he had a long time recovering. And having you by his side, following his orders as if you were the goodest girl in the world was comforting to him.

Your sex life took a deeper direction 3 months after you two became official. Everything was playful and passionate but then, one day you were telling him that you were just about to come and he demanded "Hold it up, babe, you don't have my permission" while keeping you all over the edge.

It was certainly unexpected, but you both had time to explore each other, build trust and try all the things that now were part of your daily sex life.

However switch your roles was never one of the things that you both have tried. It was always him with his hoarse voice ordering and demanding as he pleased and you following his wishes.

So it was a surprise to him when you interrupted his order to undress to tell him that this time you were the one in charge.

At first he laughed, incredulity palpable in his tone and the tautness of his shoulders.

"Good joke, puppet, do you want a kiss as a reward for thinking something so funny? Is this your way of trying to impress me?"

Of course, he started to get angry when you say that you weren´t joking.

He was the dom and you were the sub, why that would change?

He licked his lips and crossed his arms, rubbing himself a little when you didn´t stop.

"Stop this tantrum now, only brats do things like this and I have trained you well."

Part of him was wondering if you really wanted to switch roles, but you would have said your safe word if that was the case, or it had been spoken before. But it wasn't like that, so you were just being a brat, which infuriated him.

Of course, you didn´t stop provoking him.

That´s when he couldn´t control himself anymore. He walked to you, tall and intimidating thanks to his angry face, and grabed your neck to put your face in front of his.

"You want a punishiment? all right, that´s what you´re gonna get."

He led you by his grip on your neck to the bed, it didn't take much for him to bend you over the edge and give you the first slap on your butt.

"You know, you don´t expect this attitude from the pup that you´ve been taking care of all this time, but I guess I can remind you your place."

He spanked your ass some more with your clothes on, until he got tired of the fabric cushioning his hand and made it disappear with his wand.

He also took advantage of the moment and cast a spell to tie you up, so you had no escape and the hand on your neck disappeared.

"There and just like this is were you belong."

He stared at your red cheeks, his erection pulse in his pants at the sight, his anger lowering just enough for him to think what would be the next step.

The answer came from his pocket, he had designed lubricants and this one in particular was finished. He had brought it to talk about it, but now it seemed like a good time to use it wih you.

"Brats like you don´t deserve my time but I´ve got this lube that I´ve designed for you. It will make you feel warm and it will stimulate you almost to your orgasm, do you wanna use it in your punishment? Yes or no, are the only good answers."

You said yes, and with your consent he lubricated your entire area, without bothering to give you pleasure, and then put two digits in your entrance. The teasing about how wet you were beforehand was not long in coming.

Fred was starting to enjoy the punishment, now that he had calmed down, but there was one thing that he knew and it was that you were not cumming tonigh.

You ruined the scene tonight, disrespected him and continued to give him a bad attitude despite his warnings, this had to be something you regretted.

When you started to feel the stimulation from the lube, Fred laughed and spread your legs and ordered to keep them open "just as they should always be for him."

He stared at your pussy with a devil grint, knowing that it wouldn't take to much for you to start crying and moaning for his permission to cum. It would be great when he denied you.

He also decided that he could add something else to it, to make the matter more interesting. He fetched one of the red candles that you kept on the nightstand, lit it, and prepared to stain your entire back with it.

Meanwhile you were suffering the lube a little too much more than you expected. It was warm and it made you try to touch yourself to ease some of the pain. You even thought you could just come from that, but it always left you there, on the edge.

He warned you from the wax, and when you didn't say your safe word, instead you moaned loudly, he let a couple hot drops on your ass. Now you felt a little overwhelmed, but it was so good that it almost put you in sub space.

He unbuttoned his pants and released his erection, sat next to your body on the bed and jerked into a tight fist while painting your back.

When you couldn't keep you legs open from the overstimulation, he summoned two soft ropes and tied your legs to the bedposts, keeping them separate.

Now a couple of tears were gathering in your eyes and Fred held back his words of comfort, but he put down the candle and stroked your hair until the last stains of wax dried. It was a punishment, he could 't spoil you more than he already did, he couldn't stop punishing you for a few tears, damn you had not even said your word to stop, you were clearly handling it well.

"You look beautiful like this, too bad you made me so mad just to get this, puppet."

He positioned himself behind you and entered you with a long, deep thrust. He kept pushing, slowly so that you couldn't come and the excitement only accumulated in your belly.

"I took care of you so well, puppet, I tied you with precious knots, I ripped you orgasms one after the other, I devoured your little pussy everytime but you were a brat today, so this is your punishment. I decided that you can't come tonight, after what you did I want you to regret it and remember it and not try again. Now say you understand it."

After you could match the words in your mouth between moans, Fred accelerated his thrusts but he came out of you and let his climax paint on the wax of your ass before you could even think of cumming without his permission.

"Well that's a really good view isn't it?"

And it was, your skin was red from the spanks, then the wax of the same color dripped from your cheeks to the beginning of your thighs and Fred's white stripes on top of it all made a memorable image.

After that, he untied your bindings and wiped the wax off your back, but let the remnant of the lube stay inside you.

"You better not cum while you're sleeping, pup." He said before hugging you and start the aftercare.

"That was amazing babe, I'm sorry that you have to feel like that now, but is part of your punishment."

[beann-e]

Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

bakugou

your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “

[krystalites]

wayv members reacting to you pecking their lips to shut them up

anon requested: kk! First ask on the way~ WayV reaction to their s/o pecking their lips while they talk to shut them up?

genre: crack (?), tiny bit angst, fluff, soft members

word count: 1,6k

a/n: I would like to apologize for probably making you wait for so long. I never actually got the notification and for some reason I never checked my inbox.. Also, my first reaction ever! Yay! I hope you guys like this since English is not my first-language, and I'm still learning. Enjoy!

⌜ kun ⌟

"and them not listening to me just annoyed me more-"

Kun had been ranting about his members for what felt like forever now. No offense to him, you loved hearing his angelic voice and could listen to it for hours but you had been very boyfriend starved lately. All you wanted to do was to cuddle your adorable boyfriend. Though, you just let him rant because you knew he needed it sometimes. He kept talking for a bit more and it went actually well. But all of sudden, you just felt like you couldn't wait anymore.

"So I snapped and-"

Kun's eyes widened as you cupped his face and pecked his lips. He smiled when you pulled away and wrapped his arms around your face, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. He placed a gentle, barely-there kiss on your neck. He inhaled your scent heavily, taking as much as he can. Kun lived for moments like this and they were his favorites out of all the moments he shared with you.

"You could've told me you were bored!" he scolded you jokingly.

⌜ ten ⌟

You really thought it would be a great idea to cook with your boyfriend but all he did was sitting on the counter as you did all the job. He was making these weird vegetable puns he found on the internet. Even though they were funny, you had been listening to this for almost an hour now.

"Hey, babe?" Oh, you heard this kind of babe before. The kind of babe he uses to tease you.

"No puns Chi, no puns." To give a threatening aura, you slowly raised the wooden spoon that you were using to stir the haricot beans in the pot. Ten chuckled and put his hands up as if he was surrendering.

"I swear it's not a pun." You could sense the mischievous tone in his voice, yet you decided to ignore it.

"I just wanted to say that you’re a wonderful human bean-" His joke was cut off by your lips on his. When you quickly pulled away and continued stirring, he smiled at himself. He was feeling something that he felt for the first time in his life. He sure kept making puns just so you could keep shutting him up with your lips.

⌜ winwin ⌟

Sicheng was very excited about WayV's comeback. He had been talking about the M/V, the outfits, the choreography, the song for days. Right now, you were in the living room, as he kept talking about the comeback while you were trying to get his attention. You kept cutting his words off but he never actually heard you, despite sitting right in front of you.

"-oh and the choreography is so cool! It matches the whole aesthetic perfectly."

"Sicheng I broke your favorite mug."

"The outfits are kind of revealing but I wanna step out of my comfort zone so I really like them!"

"I burned the stuff in our memory box."

"Everyone else looks very good too!"

"Sicheng I'm breaking up with you."

That's it, you thought.

"They wanna dye my hair but I don't know if I want my hair to be dyed-" He was cut off by your lips, which were gone barely a second later. Sicheng opened and closed his mouth a few times, obviously wanting to say something but not being able to say it.

"I think I got a bit too excited," he finally managed to say and mumbled, "Can I get another one though?"

⌜ lucas ⌟

You rubbed your eyes and leaned over to your phone resting on your nightstand. With a little click on the power button and the overly bright screen, you read 02.38 am. Yukhei was obviously still in-game with the dreamies, as you could hear him yelling in the room right next to you. With a groan, you got up and slipped your shirt on. You were sleeping topless since it was summer and very hot, but his camera could be on when you entered the room. You walked to his room, not even bothering to knock since his door was wide open. If you're going to yell at two in the morning, at least shut the door you thought. Entering the room, you saw Yukhei furiously clicking on his mouse and keyboard. You walked up to him as he kept yelling at the dreamies over his microphone.

"Donghyuck he's right on your le-" He suddenly stopped clicking, trying to process what the hell just happened. You had bent his head backward and pecked his lips, then left casually as if you didn't just cause him to blush. He quickly gathered his thoughts and mumbled a quick excuse and apology to the dreamies. Turning his computer off and running to your shared room, all he could do was thinking of you two cuddling and kissing, giggling like a high school girl at the thought of that.

⌜ xiaojun ⌟

You and Xiaojun started dating a few weeks ago, so your relationship was still very fresh. Being an idol and living with 6 other males sure gave him a lot to talk about. His talkative nature didn't really help with that. You guys were on another date, at your house. You were making popcorn for your movie night since you guys couldn't go out risking Xiaojun's career just like that. Xiaojun was helping you by preparing some drinks he saw on YouTube a few days ago.

"Then Ten threw his slipper to Yukhei for calling him a garden dwarf!" You laughed and glanced at him. He looked so happy telling you about the guys. As if he was telling you about his family, which you were sure it was at this point. You were having a great time, but Xiaojun had a curfew that he was supposed to not pass. Even though you knew it wasn't intentional, he kept talking and stopping what he was doing to show you what happened with his gestures. You thought maybe if you waited 10 minutes, he would just stop. But of course, he didn't. After thinking of a nice way to cut him off, you finally thought of something.

"Ten chased Yukhei around the dorm like tha-" You pecked his lips, pulled away, and smiled.

"I love hearing you talk Junnie, but I really want to watch this movie before your curfew ends."

He snapped out of the little shock state he was in and quickly began to stir the drinks, which he was supposed to do 10 minutes ago. While stirring, he giggled and shook his head. The fact that the first kiss you two shared being an 'i will kiss you to shut you up' kind of kiss made his heart do backflips and it definitely was something he could never forget.

⌜ hendery ⌟

Hendery was teasing you for losing a game of Mario Kart. Pretty normal, right? Yeah, if only that didn't happen two days ago. This was his third day of endlessly teasing you. At first, you laughed it off. He rarely ever beat you, so you didn't want to pop his happy bubble. It's the third day, and you were visibly annoyed. You sometimes beat him at the stuff he's very great too, but you never actually took it this far.

You guys were sitting in the living room, just chilling while you watched some weird tv show, where the contestants were married couples and competed for a car. A couple you had been supporting was a few points ahead, whereas Hendery's team was losing. He sighed and faked a pout.

"They're losing like you playing Mario Kart." after his comment, he smirked and turned to you. "Get it? Cause you lo-"

Eyes wide, blinking rapidly he was looking at you. You went back to watching the show like you didn't just smash your lips against his harshly. He gulped and quickly turned to tv, pulling his hood up to hide the furious blush making its way up to his ears from his neck and face.

⌜ yangyang ⌟

"Yang, please don't cry... It breaks my heart to see you like this." You put your hand on his cheek but he harshly tugged it away.

"No! They're right. I'm useless. I can't believe I actually called myself an idol on that interview just before my voice cracked when they asked me to sing. I couldn't even dance properly to the song they gave me! My manager had every right to call me names!"

You shook your head and cupped his face, making him look at your face with his glossy eyes and red nose. He was so innocent, so pure and those 'managers' were doing nothing but ruining his confidence. Weren't they supposed to help them improve and keep them motivated? Then what was all of this?

"Yang, don't say stuff like that about yourself ever again. You are the most talented person I've ever known. Every artist, scratch that, every human has a bad day where their body doesn't feel like dancing or singing or doing something in general. You can't blame yourself because of that. What actually matters is you holding your head up high and showing them what you've got in there. You always have other performances to prove yourself.

But, that didn't seem to work on your beautiful boyfriend. He just shook his head side to side, mumbling little "no's"

"No, I should just go back to where I came from the way they told me t-" Not letting him finish that sentence, you put your lips on his. You two stood like that until you ran out of breath, eyes closed with his hands over yours that were cupping his face. When you pulled away, he let a few tears spill. Wiping them off with the back of his hands, he just pushed you on your back on the bed you were sitting on. He rested his head on your stomach and tried to fall asleep with his eyes closed. Even though you guys didn't talk about it, you knew he was feeling better about himself. And he did. He had you on his side, after all.

[majestyeverlasting]

Can you write prompt(s) 40 & 48 with Dad!Bucky x reader pls?

♡ Of course! Thanks for sending this request in! For the kids, I went ahead and used Jamie and Eden, who are in my Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader fics. There's cute and funny family ~shenanigans~ in this piece (and Eden ends up duping Bucky). I hope you like it!

♡ Prompt 40: "There it is. There's that smile."

♡ Prompt 48: "Those are my pajama pants. They're literally slipping down your waist."

♡ To make a request for my One Month Tumblr-versary, check out my Fluffy Prompt List :)

No Such Thing as Winning By Default Tonight

The way Jamie and Eden greeted Bucky at the door always gave him something to look forward to, to cherish. They were bouncing on the balls of their feet as if it had been ages since they last saw him. In reality, it had only been a span of hours since he’d left that morning. And with sparkling eyes, they waited for him to take off his backpack and shrug off the leather jacket. You’d spent the day out with them, and they were ready to tell their father about everything. From checking out new books at the library, going to the park, and even getting snow cones.

As soon as Bucky finished putting his things in the closet, he scooped Eden up and kissed her cheek. And he pulled Jamie into a hug after giving him a fist bump—the gesture was something the boy insisted they started doing everyday because it was ‘cool.’ It was important not to forget the explosion fingers right after, because that’s what made fist bumps even cooler.

The kids talked a mile a minute as they told Bucky about their day—as if their lives depended on it. Hundreds of people had told him hundreds of things over the years and, yet, listening to their words—and yours—added a value to his life that he hadn't, or couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. A smile stretched across your face when he entered the living room with Jamie and Eden on either side of him. You were sitting on the couch with the laundry basket on the floor in front of you. Folding clothes that, admittedly, should’ve already been taken care of.

Bucky shot you a wink when your eyes met his, and you felt the smallest flutter in your stomach. After spending the day with children, you were glad to have some adult company again. It helped that he was particularly attractive in his unshaven state. “Hey, stranger,” you teased, affectionately. “How was your day?”

“Not too bad,” he said, draping his arms over the kids’ shoulders. “From what these two were telling me, it sounds like you guys went around the world while I was gone.”

That earned a laugh from you. “It feels like we did. I’m not moving for the next week.”

Jamie snorted. “But don’t you have to move? You can’t just stay still,” he said. “You’re moving right now to fold the clothes.”

You gave him a flat look, narrowing your eyes. Everyone else laughed. “Well, in that case, mister, how about you three come do it for me so I don’t have to move?” Your tone was playful.

“Uhhh... Dad can do it. I forgot how to fold,” he lied.

“‘Dad can do it?’” Bucky repeated, looking down at him in feigned disagreement. If you truly needed a break, or wanted any sort of additional help, he’d step in a heartbeat—he always did.

“Wait, I’m actually pretty good at it,” Eden spoke up, leaving her father’s side to plop beside you. “Do you want me to help, Mommy?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked out one of her shirts from the basket.

It was then that Jamie decided he was going to assist too. Instead of joining the two of you on the couch, however, he sat crossed-legged on the floor, and dug to the bottom of the basket in search of his favorite race car graphic tee. The way their brows furrowed in concentration was adorable. And because they were no longer glued to Bucky, he was able to lean down and press a kiss to your temple, hands bracing on the plush arm of the couch. Before he could pull too far away, you cupped his chin and directed his lips to yours in a brief kiss, sighing through your nose. You felt him smile upon hearing the kids’ quiet giggles.

Eden’s voice soon arose. “Hey, Mommy, look. Is this good enough?” Bucky pulled away and straightened back to his full height, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

On Eden’s lap was a white shirt printed with pink flowers that she had folded. “It looks great, E. Put it on the stack of your other stuff.” You pointed to the clothes of hers that you had already folded.

What you ended up finding later that evening was that one of the kids had accidentally placed Bucky’s navy blue pajama pants in your sleepwear drawer. Considering he was off in the playroom with them, you decided to put them on to go get a reaction out of him. You paired them with a gray V-neck.

When you walked in on him and the kids, they were winning in what appeared to be a play fight. They hovered over him as his back was against the floor. A helpless smile budded on your face as you stood watching in the doorway. He tried to prop himself up upon noticing you, but Jamie growled and pushed chest back down.

“Do you surrender?” He asked his father.

A laugh bubbled up Bucky’s throat. “Yes, I surrender.”

“I don’t believe him,” Eden told Jamie.

“I do! I promise,” Bucky said. “I just wanna talk to your mom.”

They let him sit up, and you caught the way his gaze traveled up your body. “Hey… those are my pajama pants,” he said, pushing himself from the floor to go stand in front of you. “They’re literally slipping down your waist.” To prove his point, he attempted to pull them up to a more proper resting place on your hips. But they slouched back down a bit when he let go.

“No they’re not," you challenged with a smile. "They’re mine."

“Oh, is that right?” He let his hands come to rest on your hips, and in turn you wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. “They look good on you,” he said, voice low. And before you could register his intentions, he reached around you to squeeze your backside.

Bucky chuckled at your small squeak and dipped down for a kiss. He was gentle, and warm, and smelled woodsy. When he started to pull away, you thought it was way too soon. But, a second later, you realized it was because Jamie had started tugging on the back of his shirt.

You stifled a laugh at the way he rolled his eyes before turning around. “May I help you?” He asked the boy.

“Can we do one more round?” Jamie asked. “But this time you have to go harder on us.”

Eden came to stand beside her brother’s side. “Yeah! And Mommy can be on a team with me and Jamie,” she said.

Bucky looked back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You up for that?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Maybe I should just watch. These pants probably make me wardrobe malfunction prone.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “You’ll be fine.”

That assurance is what landed you in a four-person play fight. Per Jamie’s request, Bucky does exert a little more effort. But he was still overly mindful that nobody got hurt in any other way. For the first few moments, you drew back and let Jamie and Eden make most of the advances on their father. They practically cackled every time he pinned them.

But he eventually locked eyes with you, and you knew he wasn't going to let you remain in the background of the action anymore. All you could do was squeal when he made a very direct advancement. Because you were already kneeling, it didn’t take much for him to force you the rest of the way to the floor. It happened so swiftly that all you could do was let out a surprised huff of laughter. Somehow he managed to capture both of your wrist.

“He’s got Mommy!” You heard Eden say. Then she came to your rescue by pushing his shoulder to divert his attention.

In the sliver of time before Bucky walked on his knees to get the girl, Jamie did a discrete signal to her that she nodded to. All it was was a quick swipe of his pointer finger down his cheek. And between you and Bucky, only you caught their quick exchange. It took a second for it to click that he had told her to fake cry. Or pretend to be hurt, at least.

As soon as Bucky gathered Eden into his arms, and lowered her to the floor in the most gentle 'slam' ever, she enacted their scheme. From her lying position, she winced and released a soft whine. There was no possible way that what he did could've caused any pain, but Bucky didn't even rationalize that. The only thing that rang in his mind was that he'd just hurt his little girl.

“Shoot! I’m sorry, babydoll.” He repositioned to sit in a narrow straddle, and coaxed her up to sit on his thigh. The tenderness of his voice made you want to tell him that she was fine. "What hurts, hmm?" She just continued pouting. Jamie put a hand over his mouth to hide either a smile or shock that it actually worked.

Bucky sighed as his eyes flickered over to you. All you could do was offer an expression that was likely a mix between neutral and guilty. Then he redirected his attention back to Eden and started pressing consoling kisses to her hair. When he noticed her beginning to smile, relief flooded through him. “There it is. There’s that smile,” he said. "I really am sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to hurt you."

She craned her neck to look up at him. "Daddy..." she said, voice tentative. "I was just kidding..."

Jamie was quick to pitch in. "I only told her to so we could win by default or something. At least she's actually okay, right?" The hopeful edge to his tone made you bite back a smile. "Mom was in on it too." Snitch.

Bucky's mouth fell slightly agape, but he let out a small laugh a second later, shaking his head. "Wow," he breathed. "'Win by default,' huh? Give me a heart attack to 'win by default.'" In all fairness, it had been a somewhat mean trick. But nothing he couldn't recover from.

"I didn't even know if you were gonna believe me!" Eden claimed. She squealed when he suddenly laid onto his back, taking her with him. The sound of their mixed laughter filled the room, and the energetic buzz returned to the atmosphere.

Then Bucky made a proposal to your team. "You guys are gonna have to come save little miss from my arms if you wanna win for real," he said. "No such thing as winning by default tonight."

-

Previously fulfilled request: Cold Little Paws.

[asmosmainhoe]

I'mma be real with you, I'm a dense mofo when it comes to someone flirting with me. Deadass the only way I'm with my current gf is she was like "listen here u dense nerd I like u romantically" after I had told her I don't see the point in flirting when you can just be direct/honest about it so there's no mixed signals. So maybe brothers/undateables with a crush that's like that?

We should start a club, 'cause I'm super dense too.

Some of them turned out longer than intended.

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The brothers & undateables with an oblivious s/o

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: none

Lucifer

He definitely knows how to flirt so he's trying to charm you at any given chance.

Quickly notices that you don't get it. Like at all.

You leave him no other way than to call you to his private study and directly tell you what's up.

"MC, I'm in love with you. I've been trying to show you that for a very long time now."

"Oh, I love you too! You're such a good friend and brother!"

"No- wh- I meant in a romantic way."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Because I think I might be in love too!"

You're not making his life easier you know?

Mammon

Another dense mofo.

You both are making it super obvious that you have feelings for each other.

But does the other one notice that? Aw heck no.

You guys are crying about it in Asmo's room without the other knowing it.

Asmo is losing it. It is kinda funny though and he finds it extremely cute.

One day he's dragging Mammon to your room.

"You guys love each other! You are just too DENSE to notice it!"

Then he leaves you guys by yourselves.

Levi

At first thinks that you simply don't like him and that's why you don't respond.

I mean who would want a yucky otaku as a boyfriend? You of course, but you don't notice how much he likes you.

He's trying so hard you know?

He isn't as experienced as most of his brothers so he doesn't really know how to approach you.

You being extremely oblivious makes it even more difficult for him.

It's impossible for him to confess to you from face to face so he writes you a letter and slides it under your door.

After a few minutes you're in his room.

"Levi, I feel the same. You should have been more obvious about it!"

"Bwifbsiabhw but I was?!"

Satan

He's trying to woo you with his cooking skills and knowledge. (I'm 100% convinced that he's a great cook)

Also knows a lot about flirting, but he doesn't always keep a straight face.

When he's being more straight forward you can see a small blush on his cheeks and ears.

But is it straight forward enough for you? No, you still don't get it.

"You always smell so nice, MC."

"Aw thank you, Satan!"

And then you get on with your day.

He doesn't know what he's doing wrong tbh.

So after a while he loses his patience and just tells you how he feels for you.

Can't believe that not even "I love you" is enough.

It has to be "I love you NOT as a friend and no, I don't mean as a best friend either- for the love of Diavolo just kiss me."

Asmo

No one in the whole universe is as straight forward about it as Asmodeus.

He knows your kind and he knows that he has to tell you about his feelings directly.

But it's not as easy as he thought it would be.

"MC, I wanna be with you."

"Oh I thought our self-care evening is tomorrow? We can do it today too if you want."

You're giving him wrinkles.

"Honey, you're a mess. I've been flirting with you since you arrived here. Did you friendzone me without me knowing it? Is that it?"

You can't believe what you just heard.

"I thought you're flirting with everyone! Like this is something you just do!"

"I mean yea, but no."

He has a hard time explaining it.

Beel

Our baby doesn't notice at first that you're so oblivious.

He thinks you're just not interested in him.

Tbh that makes him kinda sad and do you know what he does when he gets sad?

He eats. What a surprise.

But he eats more than usual which worries you.

You try to cheer him up, but nothing seems to work.

"Beel, would you like to tell me what's wrong?"

"I don't wanna upset you or make you feel bad, MC...I just- it makes me sad that you don't like me back."

"But I like you!"

"Only as a friend."

"What? Beel, I like you more than that!"

"Why do you constantly turn me down then?"

"I didnt- oh wait you like me too?!"

He won't even question it. He's just happy that you feel the same.

Belphie

Much like Beel he first thinks you're simply not interested.

I mean who could blame you after that incident in the attic?

But he soon finds out you're just super oblivious.

Whenever he makes you compliments you think it's just friendly and don't really respond in a way other than thanking him.

That's kinda frustrating and he doesn't know how to handle that.

He surprises you by storming into your room.

"I know some people don't get that, but this is getting pretty exhausting."

"Belphie, I don't know what you're-"

"Oh shut up and listen! I love you! And before you say anything no I don't mean it in a friendly way!"

You made him run to your room. He never runs.

Diavolo

Super obvious. Much like Asmo.

He constantly sends you flowers and jewelry.

He's the prince. Of course he can afford that.

Even asks you out to Ristorante Six.

The problem is: you don't think of it as a date.

But he does.

Diavolo keeps holding your hand and tells you how beautiful you look and how happy he is that you said yes to this.

He has no idea that you just see this as a meeting among friends.

So when he accompanies you back to the house of Lamentation and you leave him there with a simple good bye he's shook.

You were having such a good time? Why are you leaving him at the door without even a hug?

Confronts you about it the next day and asks if he did something wrong.

"Why?"

"Our date went so well and-"

"Wait? That was a date?"

"Yes, but I understand if you don't feel the same. After all I'm-"

"No! I like you too! I just didn't know you like me in that way!"

Barbatos

He doesn't act on his feelings.

At least not in a flirting way like Asmo or Solomon.

We all know that Barbatos makes the best desserts.

People would kill to eat them.

He makes them for you every weekend.

Insists to bring them over personally so that he can spend more time with you.

Everyone notices how he opens up to you. Well except for one person of course.

"I'm so glad to have you as a friend!"

This man's poor heart.

"You see me as a friend?"

"Yes."

"I would like to be more than that."

"Best friends?"

"...more."

The wheels are turning in your head.

"OH!"

Simeon

He is so charming oof.

100% a gentleman so his flirting isn't too straight forward.

"When I'm with you I don't miss the sun anymore."

"Aaawww, Simeon! You'll make someone very happy some day."

He can't do anything else but sigh as a response.

That's as obvious as he can get.

As obvious as he WANTS to get actually, because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

After a while he decides against it.

"MC, I don't think I made myself clear enough. I love you."

"Simeon! Oh, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He can't sigh.

He's too busy holding you.

Solomon

On second place when it comes to being extremely open about his feelings.

You two are:

"I like your pants, MC."

"Thank you. They were 50% off."

"I'd like them 100% off."

"You can't run a shop like that, Solomon."

He finds it too funny.

Constantly flirts with you, because he's wheezing at your responds.

Of course that even he grows impatient after while, because well he has feelings for you.

Big complicated feelings and he's dying to know if you have them too.

"I've been flirting with you for months now, you know?"

"Oh really? I didn't notice."

"Yes, I've figured."

Of course you two end up together.

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Masterlist

[nightowlfandom]

Kim Taehyung- All Mine

HELLO FRIENDS!!

ANON ASKS 

Hello my dear Night Owl. How are you feeling today? 😌

So, I saw your X rated prompt list and I was like "Okay. I need to ask for my idea immediately. I want to see their words on it"

Let's go. Y/N and Taehyung are at a party at a friend's place. Y/N is talking with people and some of them are maybe a bit too close with her so Tae becomes jealous. Even if he knows she didn't do anything wrong, he's giving her a silent treatment while fucking her (in a room upstairs) as he try to contain his moans, trying to be as serious as possible (but can't help to make such sexy faces and saying filthy things... oups 🥵) even if Y/N is trying to seduce him like touching his body or begging him to do some noises bc it's making her go crazy etc.... like he's not harsh, brutal or not calling her bad names (slut etc...) but more like he'll give her the best fuck of all time (to reassure his ego and make sure she's his) + 11, 16, 21, 33, 57 🙇‍♀️💛do you think it's possible even if it's a lot to take please? Thank you so much for your time and efforts! I love you 🧡🧡

This is perhaps the coolest, most detailed (and most considerate ask) I’ve ever gotten. No one ever asks how NightOwl is...I was having a shitty week and now I FEEL GREAT THANKS TO YOU!!

11- Oh god, Y/N…Those sounds you make are so fucking hot

16- I love this...pussy...you like it when I say that?

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

33- I really wanna fuck the innocence out of your eyes, cutie.

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

So I’m getting huge frat party, Tae is into Y/N and it’s obvious but of course eh. So she’s like, if he’s gonna be mean, ill be mean back. tease..

LEGGO!!

...

“Come on!”

“No.”

“Y/N, Please?”

“No.”

“Just this once!”

“Nana, for the last time-” you shut your textbook and turned to face her. “I don’t want to go.”

“It’s midterms! They’re finally over! Celebrate for once!” she sighed. Nana was your party-girl super extroverted best friend. The most popular girl in her sorority and by default the most popular in university. “You never actually get to have fun.”

“Within good reason!” you sighed. “A bunch of drunken frat boys, nerds who’ve never sipped vodka a day in their lives going crazy. Not to mention the disgusting smell of Smirnoff Ice?” you crossed your arms. “That’s your crowd, not mine.”

Nana sighed, running a hand through her silky hair. “I know you think that sororities and fraternities are nothing but drunken horn-dogs-”

“I never said that Nana. Those are your friends. I’m the last person you should be seen partying with.” 

“Well I want to be seen with you! We’ve been friends since we were in diapers! I just want to spend some time with my bestie.” she stood up. “Just for a couple minutes.”

“Alright you broke me, I’ll go.” you sighed, shoving your book into your bag.

“You will? Really!??” she hopped up. “Y/N thank you.” she took you into a bone crushing hug. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

You nodded as Nana excitedly told you her outfit ideas. You felt bad. It wasn’t nice to stereotype and yet there you were. Nana was the nicest and sweetest girl, she just loved to party. You promised yourself you’d enjoy yourself, for her sake. 

...

You walked down the halls, tapping away at your phone. You passed by the Bangtan Boys, the most well known, most popular, and probably most talented boys in all of the entire school. They would for sure debut before graduation.

“Hey Y/N!!” Taehyung chased behind you in an attempt to catch up. “Hey.”

“Um..Hi?” you raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“I heard you were going to Nana’s party.” he smiled. “I was wondering if-”

“That probably isn’t a good idea...reputation remember?” you glowered.

You and him had went out on one date. One. It was something that you came to regret when he grew somewhat of a reputation, that would soon come to haunt your ass. 

“Y/N-” he sighed. “Come on, we can go as friends.”

“To a party...that’s known for people going into broom closets and fuck?”

“Well it doesn’t have to be a broom closet.” he joked, making you scoff. “Come on, just for a few minutes. Save me a dance and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“....Sure, why not.” you gave in. “Just don’t make me regret this decision.”

...(At the party)

Taehyung was fuming. He watched you laugh in a small group of 2 boys and 2 girls. You were laughing at the top of your lungs kicking back a Screwdriver. He was sure that you hated alcohol but apparently not. You were laughing at something that asshole from his dance class had said. You had forgotten all about him. 

You were wearing a school jacket (it had been Nana’s varsity jacket that she insisted went so well with the black skirt she stuck you in.) along with a long sleeved black shirt. You were wearing your favorite shoes he always saw you in.

Sure, you two weren’t ‘together’ but IT WAS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING. Everyone knew (well not everyone) that you were (not really) his. He noticed one of the guys in particular was getting a bit too flirty for his tastes. You weren’t that funny, but he was laughing as if you were a comedian. You looked like you were enjoying his company too.

No, he couldn’t have that!

He stormed up to the crowd and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from your group of friends.

“Hey!” you protested as you were led up the stairs. “Let me go!”

“Quiet.” was all he said as you were taken into a random bedroom. Before you could protest, he crashed his lips over yours. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding your head in place. 

“Taehyung!” you mumbled in surprise. “What are you-”

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he backed you up against the room door. He pinned your arms above you head. “You’re mine.” he grumbled. “Mine.” he sounded slightly desperate. He kissed down your jawline, down your neck.

He felts your hands lace into his, relaxing into his touch. He would have been happy had he not been so mad at that asshole flirting with you. 

“T-taehyung. I don’t think doing this here is such a good i-idea-uuuhh.” you tilted your head back slightly. He suckled on your collarbone, making your legs shake. “Tae- S-say something.”

Without speaking, he helped your out of your jacket, which you complied. Before he could do anything else, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back towards you.

Shit, how was he supposed to focus when you were such a good kisser. You played with the ends of his hair as he played with your tongue. He hummed thoughtfully, almost giggling at your desperation to hear him.

He let a small moan escape his lips as he grinded his body against yours. He kissed down your neck, grinding his body against yours in need and desperation.

“T-taehyungie~” you whimpered. “Please say something?”

The way you said ‘please’. Fuck! How could he ignore that?

“ Oh god, Y/N…Those sounds you make are so fucking hot “ he giggled. “You really pissed me off, Y/N.” he grumbled. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, trailing his hands under your shirt. “Hmmm~” he moaned.

“What did I do?” you stared up at him, pouting. “I was talking to my friends.” His hands trailed under your skirt now. “Uhhnn~” your hips bucked as he scratched your clit through your panties. “You aren’t my boyfriend.”

“I’m yours though.” he seethed. “I don’t want you to look at, or even care about anyone else but me. I don’t want you to look at anyone else this way.” he lowered himself to his knees, with an evil smirk on his face. “ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look at me like I’m your god.” he whispered as your eyes followed him. “No one else gets you, no one else gets to take you.” he hiked up your skirt. “No one else gets to taste you.”

Tae yanked down your panties, shoving them in his pocket. He wasted no time in digging his tongue into your heat. A gasp ripped through your throat. You could only hope no one needed this room any time soon. He quietly licked stripes up your slit. You let out quiet mewls and moans. “T-taehyungie~” you whimpered.

“ I love this...pussy...you like it when I say that? “ he finally spoke, meeting your eyes. “Y/N.” he grunted, driving his tongue deeper into your core. He suckled at your clit, coaxing the sweetest sounds from you. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to fuck you.

In the span of ten seconds, you were taken from the wall, thrown on the bed, already having witnessed Taehyung removed his belt and yanked down his pants to his knees.

“ I really wanna fuck the innocence out of your eyes, cutie. “ he gleamed. “You want to get some noise out of me?” he slowly slid himself into you. “Then you gotta make some yourself.”

A small, high pitched gasp escaped you as you tightened around his shaft. “Taehyung.” you whimpered. You felt his nails dig into your hips.

“SHIT!” he growled out loud. “Y/N, FUCK! I was wrong.” he managed to get out. “Fuck I still care about you.” he moaned. “Shit I want you to be mine.” he thrust into you even more. Sweaty skin slapping against skin. “God.” he whimpered. “Y/N!!”

There it was, what you wanted to hear. He crashed his mouth messily over yours again. He practically shoved his tongue through the gap in your mouth.

“ Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.” he shuddered, twitching inside of you. “You’re mine.” he thrust harder and deeper. “Only..mine~”

A string of loud curses and moans strung out from the both of you. He pinned your arms above your head, refusing to leave you.

You tilted your head back in pleasure. As he came, he laid sloppy kisses along your neck. You could hear his breathy laughs as he kissed your lips again.

“All...mine.”

...(next day tic tic tic)

“Why hello there, Party animal.” Nana joined your side. “Didn’t see you all night! Did you leave?”

“Nope. I was...with someone.” you trailed off. You wouldn’t admit you were with Taehyung until he did first.

“Hey Y/N, you disappeared yesterday.” that same guy you were talking too before joined both you and Nana.

“She was with me.”

You and Nana both looked up, Taehyung took a seat and through an arm around you. “Hey babe.” he kissed your forehead.

“Oh...I didn’t know you two were dating.”

“We just went public.” he glared in reply. Nana looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You probably heard us in one of the bedrooms.”

Just as quickly as you calmed down, you were freaking out.

“Wait, that was you guys I heard?” Nana raised an eyebrow at you both. “Y/N?”

“Uh...You know what? Yeah.” you confessed. “No use in lying.”

“Damn Y/N, you didn’t tell me you were with-”

“Well I had to reassure her just where we stood in our relationship.” Taehyung cut the guy off. “I’m sure we’ve established just who Y/N belongs to...”

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.