#in a perfect world I finish this paper tonight

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Had a productive hour and a half! Knocked out my methods, results, and figures (the easy part of this paper). Now to find more sources so I can have a cogent introduction and discussion…

[katsu28]

love you always

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: lando plans a series of surprises for you on valentine's day. (2.4k)

a/n: happy valentine's day my loves!! here's something sweet <3 believe it or not it's 3AM and i wrote this all in one go so if you see any errors no you don't ;)

The surprises start first thing in the morning. 

Lando is up and out of the house for training long before you even stir, but made sure you woke up to something nice. When you shuffle out to the kitchen in much need of coffee to get your day going, you’re pleasantly surprised by a full pot of the good coffee made with beans you’ve always saved for special occasions, and pastries from your favorite bakery. 

A little note beside the box of mouthwatering baked goods reads a message from your boyfriend. 

happy valentine’s day, my love. sorry i couldn’t be there when you woke up, but i hope these make you smile. be on the lookout for more surprises today <3 love you always - LN 

The second surprise is waiting for you when you make your way to work. You’ve barely just walked into the office when you’re approached by Cass, one of your closest work friends. 

“Girl, you are one lucky bitch. I’d die if my man got me something like that,” She gushes, eyes gleaming. You squint at her in confusion.

“Sorry, what?” You say, unsure. She just smiles knowingly, tilting her head towards your cubicle. It isn’t until you lay eyes on your desk that you see what she’s talking about. 

A giant bouquet of red roses with baby’s breath scattered amongst the bunch sits on your chair, wrapped in colorful paper and tied together with a string. Nestled in it is another note from Lando, this one with the message embossed on crisp cardstock—

told you i’d have more surprises :) if i know you (and i’m pretty sure i do), you’re too caught up with the roses to notice the other thing, so look on your desk. maybe wear it tonight? love you always - LN

Lando is right, you hadn’t noticed the small box sitting right in the middle of your desk, seemingly nothing until you open it carefully.

A necklace sparkles out at you—a pendant of your birthstone, hanging on a delicate chain. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and another beautiful necklace to add to the ever growing collection of jewelry Lando’s gifted you in your time together. 

Wear it tonight. 

There was no doubt that Lando had planned a date for tonight, but you’d been unsuccessful in weaseling any details out of him these past few days leading up to today. 

“Can you just tell me what you’ve got planned?” You whine, pouting over at Lando where he’s putting away his shirts in the wardrobe. “Like, what restaurant are we going to?”

“Um, no.” He shoots you a look that screams judgement, but you know it’s all in good nature. “That would completely ruin the surprise.” 

“But I need to figure out what I’m going to wear,” You reason, sitting up quickly. Lando pins you to the spot with another disapproving look that you ignore, digging in your metaphorical heels. “What if I show up looking like an absolute slob because you didn’t tell me it was somewhere fancy? That would be your fault, not mine.” 

Lando finishes his task, coming over to the bed where you’re sat cross-legged, and props himself up on his elbows right in front of you. “First of all, you never look like a slob. Even when you’re on the last day of your hair wash cycle and you’ve just come back from a run, you’re still the most beautiful girl in the world.” 

“That’s disgusting, but…oddly sweet of you.” 

“Second of all,” He says pointedly, poking you in the leg for interrupting him, “If I tell you where I’ve made reservations, you’ll spend all day thinking about it and you’ll freak yourself out like you tend to do. So no, I’m not telling you what I’ve got planned.” 

Well, no one can ever say Lando doesn’t know you. He knows you too well, really. Knows your tendencies, exactly what’ll be running through your mind.  

“I hate how perfect you are,” You sniff, wrinkling your nose at him. 

“Yeah, I love you too, baby.” 

You know Lando is probably busy with training so you don’t call him, but you do shoot him a thank you text, to which he returns with a whole slew of love related emojis. 

You’re not usually one to enjoy being showered with gifts, but the fact that he’s planned all these surprises to make sure you know he’s thinking of you has butterflies fluttering in your chest. 

Lando never ceases to make you feel so loved, all the time, even when he’s not physically there with you. 

You’re hard at work when your Cass calls your name around noon, drawing you out of your focus. 

“Hey, there’s a food delivery person asking for you at the front desk.” 

“Are you sure? I didn’t order anything,” You reply, brows creased in curiosity. 

You hadn’t ordered anything, but thinking about food makes you realize you’d completely forgotten to pack your lunch before you’d left the house this morning. Oddly enough, you don’t even remember seeing it in the fridge on the shelf where it usually is. 

She shrugs. “They’re asking for you.”

You thank Cass quickly, making your way to the lobby to meet the delivery person. 

“Hi!” You say politely. “Sorry to keep you waiting, but I didn’t order anything. Maybe you’ve got the wrong address?”

One look at the restaurant name on the bag almost has you taking back your words, because it’s from your favorite little cafe in the city, and if you take a deep enough breath, you can almost smell the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the paper bag. 

The poor delivery driver looks as puzzled as you feel. She blinks, looking at something on her phone before tilting her head. “Uh, I don’t think so? The system said the order was placed by a Bob N? Do you know a Bob that would order takeaway to this address?” 

You have to fight the urge to laugh. Of course it was Lando who’d ordered takeaway. Another Valentine’s Day surprise for you, it seems. 

“Wow, I’m so sorry for the confusion. My boyfriend, he must’ve had it sent here without letting me know,” You explain, feeling your cheeks blaze warm. “Yes, it’s for me.” 

“Oh my god, that’s so cute! Your boyfriend is so sweet!” She gushes, passing over the bag.

“Yeah, he is,” You chuckle. “Thank you so much, have a great day! Sorry again for the mix up.” 

“You too, happy Valentine’s Day!” 

Upon opening the bag when you get back to your desk, you see something tucked in beside the takeaway container. Yet another note, not printed nor in his handwriting, so he’d probably made a special request for the restaurant to write it. 

hope you’re hungry! enjoy your lunch, baby. day’s halfway over, see you soon <3 love you always - Bob

This time, you do call Lando as you munch on your food. 

“Hi, baby!” You chirp happily. 

“Hey, you,” He greets back, sounding glad to hear your voice. He always does whenever you give him a ring. “What’s up?” 

“How’d you know I’d forgotten my lunch?” 

“What? You did? No way!” Lando sounds a little too smug to be innocent, and it isn’t hard to connect the dots now. 

You chuckle, a little disbelieved. “Did you seriously hide my lunch just so you could have takeaway delivered to my office?” 

“I did no such thing. Did I accidentally toss it out whilst I was taking out the rubbish last night? Maybe. But we’ll never know, will we?” 

“Sure we won’t. Thank you, by the way. I’ve been craving this all week.” 

“I know. Heard you muttering about it in your sleep the other night. Fuckin’ weirdo.” You can almost imagine him grinning that big toothy smile of his that you love, shaking his head at you. “Anyways, good news. I managed to convince Jon to let me off early today, so I can pick you up from work.” 

“Really? How’d you swing that?” 

“Might’ve let it slip I’ve got something special planned for us tonight and he caved. That man is such a sucker for love, it’s crazy.” 

“So you’ll tell your trainer what we’re doing tonight, but you won’t tell me? That’s messed up, Norris,” You say teasingly. He laughs. 

“Well, he’s not the one I’m trying to surprise, you muppet. You’ll find out soon enough, don’t you worry,” Lando tuts. You hear someone say something on his end of the line that Lando gives a muffled reply to, but he’s back before you know it. “M’sorry, I gotta get back to it. I’ll see you at five?” 

“I’ll be waiting. Tell Jon I say hi and thanks for giving you some freedom today. Love you always!” 

“Love you always.” 

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The rest of the workday goes by without any more Lando surprises, but you’re still nearly buzzing with energy because of the fact you get to see him earlier than you’d expected. After a long day of work, your wonderful boyfriend is just what you need. 

You see him through the doors before he sees you. He’s leaning against the side of his sleek Porsche, cap backwards on his head as he squints through the waning sunlight in search of you and looking unfairly handsome while doing so. You even pause to snap a sneaky photo of him because he just looks so good. 

When you finally exit the building, Lando beams, holding a hand up in greeting. 

“Hi, gorgeous.” He smiles, leaning in for a kiss as soon as you get within arms’ length of him. “Missed you.” 

“Missed you too, Lan.” You mean it. Even though you’ve only been apart for a workday, he’s been on your mind throughout it. You don’t know how you survive race weeks without being with him all the time. 

“Ready to go home?” 

“Never been more ready. Maybe I’ll worm some information about tonight out of you on the way.” 

“Sneaky girl. Right, I’ll tell you this, it’s a nice restaurant. Somewhere we’ve been before.” 

“But not my favorite restaurant, because you already got me food from there today.” 

“Observant, aren’t you? No, not that one.” He opens the passenger side door for you to get in and you do, wracking your brain for any idea of where Lando would be taking you in a few hours. “Alright, don’t think too hard about it. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself now.” 

“Rude.” 

“Look, is it alright for me to lightly suggest what I think you could wear?” He asks, pulling out of the car park and onto the road. You shoot him a look that tells him to be careful, but still nod slowly. “That dress that I like. The swishy one with the thin straps that make your boobs look—” 

“Lando.” 

“Sorry, sorry, got a little carried away,” He says sheepishly. “But yeah, that one would be perfect.” 

“That’s a nice one,” You hum, tilting your head in thought. “You’ve got good taste after all.” 

“Um, yeah, I know. I bought it.” 

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You’ve got on the dress that Lando suggested, but there’s one thing you always forget about this specific one. The zipper on the back is near impossible for you to get all the way up on your own. No matter how hard you try, you’ve always had to get Lando to help you that last bit. 

“Lan, could you c’mere a second?” You call down the corridor. Footsteps echo right away, and then he’s in the doorway, adjusting the cuff of his dress shirt with intense focus. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“Could you zip me?” 

“Could I—oh, fuck.” 

You make eye contact in the mirror in front of you and Lando freezes right where he is, mouth ajar, blinking at you like he can’t believe you’re real and in front of him. 

“Help?” You urge, fighting an amused smile at how absolutely floored he looks. 

He gives his head a shake, rushing over to help you. Shaky fingers slide the delicate zipper up until it’s good. “Sorry, I just—every time you wear that dress I think I forget how to breathe a little bit.” 

“I’m flattered.” 

“You should be. Baby, you look absolutely beautiful.” His gaze flits to your necklace, the new one you’d gotten today, and his mouth curves into a smile. “That’s a nice one. Wonder who got it for you?” 

“My boyfriend, actually. Dunno if you know him, but he’s kinda the best. Massive forehead though.” 

“Oh, you’re funny,” He huffs, nose wrinkling in overdramatic offense that makes you giggle. “Kiss?” 

“You’d have my lipstick all over your mouth.” 

“Does it look like I care? I wanna kiss you.” 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you let him kiss you. While you’re expecting a short kiss, Lando takes it a step further, two hands sliding behind you to dip you backwards a little bit to deepen it. To say you’re taken by surprise is a slight understatement, but you go with what he’s doing. 

You kiss him until you’re breathless, pulling back with a hand splayed over his chest. 

Lando grins goofily with lipstick smudges all over his mouth. “Totally worth it,” He says, looking absolutely giddy.

Once you’ve reapplied what had rubbed off on Lando, you’re off through the city in Lando’s favorite car. The more familiar your surroundings get, the more you realize where he’s taking you, and your suspicions are concerned when he pulls up to the valet. 

The restaurant where you’d had your first date. 

Lando always tells you how he’d known he’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with you on that first date, even before your entrees came. You always tell him you’d known it then too. 

“Did I do good?” He asks hopefully, holding out his elbow for you to loop your arm through as soon as he’s helped you out of the car.

“You did perfect, Lan. I might cry, actually.” 

“No, don’t do that! You’ll mess up your mascara and then you’ll look like a raccoon for the rest of the night.” 

You scoff lightly, successfully blinking back tears. “Wouldn’t want that, would we?” 

“We would not. Though I’d still think you were the cutest raccoon out of all the raccoons.” 

“You’re so dumb. I love you.” 

“Love you, babe. Always.” 

A nice dinner at a restaurant dear to your heart with the love of your life. It’s all you could’ve asked for, and Lando has gone beyond that to show you how much he loves you. 

On a Valentine’s Day full of wonderful surprises, this is the best one of all.

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[shybluebirdninja]

Snikt Happens

Summary: During a romantic evening, Logan accidentally shreds the condom mid-make-out.

Pairing            : Logan Howlett x Wife!Human-reader

Note                : Fluff, suggestive themes

The evening had been perfect. Logan had gone all out — dinner, candles, the works. Which, for someone like Logan, meant a little whiskey, a perfectly cooked steak, and a slightly suspicious grin on his rugged face. You knew exactly where the night was heading, and you were more than ready.

Things started off slow, as they always did with him, all soft grumbles and the occasional rough kiss. Logan was intense, like usual, and you loved that. He had you pressed against him, his lips moving from your neck down your collarbone, when suddenly—

Snikt.

You both froze. His claws. His damn claws had popped out.

Logan groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Shit.”

You couldn’t help it — you burst out laughing, your chest shaking with amusement. “Seriously? You shredded it?” you asked between laughs, half wondering if this could possibly be real.

Logan lifted his head, glaring at the ruined condom in his hand. The thing was in tatters, like it had been through a paper shredder. He looked about as grumpy as a guy could get.

“Dammit, babe, I didn’t even feel it happen. One second I’m fine, and the next—” He gestured at his hand, claws still out. “There goes our fuckin’ evening.”

You snorted, still laughing way too hard for the situation. “You mean our evening just got more interesting.” You shot him a mischievous grin. “C’mon, let’s find a backup. No way that was the only one.”

Logan sighed, retracting his claws with a snikt and rolling his eyes. “Babe, I’m too damn old to be running around a cabin lookin’ for backup condoms. Ain’t there better ways to spend the night?”

He made a half-hearted attempt to pull you back in, his hands sliding around your waist, but you were already slipping off the bed, grabbing a robe. “Too old, huh? Well, considering we need one of those—”

Logan cut you off, his voice dropping low and gruff, “We don’t need anything, darlin’. I’ll be careful, promise.” There was that infamous smirk of his, but you weren’t buying it.

“Yeah, no,” you shot back, already heading for the dresser. “You’re not pulling that ‘I’ll be careful’ crap tonight. Get up and help me find another one before we’re both too annoyed for this.”

Logan groaned again, but this time, he dragged himself off the bed, muttering under his breath. “Bet ya never see Cap dealing with this shit.” His voice was a low grumble as he started digging through the drawer on his side of the bed. “Where the hell did I put the damn things…”

You giggled, sifting through random stuff in his cabin’s nightstand. Some old cigars, a pocket knife, a small bottle of whiskey—typical Logan. But no condoms.

“I swear to God,” he mumbled from the other side, “if I can’t find another one, we’re gonna have a talk about alternatives.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Alternatives?”

He stood up straight, crossing his arms, the definition of grumpy but sexy as hell. “Yeah, babe. I’m sayin’ I can pull out. Or, ya know…” He gestured vaguely toward your chest. “Finish elsewhere. Ain’t the end of the world.”

You burst out laughing again, trying to catch your breath. “Logan, you really think that’s gonna fly right now?”

Logan huffed, clearly unimpressed with your reaction, though his lips twitched into a half-smile. “Just sayin’. Seems a lot simpler than scroungin’ around like idiots.”

You shook your head, still chuckling. “Uh-huh. Just keep looking, tough guy.”

About ten minutes later, Logan was rooting through his closet, now thoroughly pissed off and frustrated. You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life watching him try to stay calm.

“Found one!” he suddenly called, holding up a small foil packet triumphantly. You turned, half expecting it to be another regular condom, but when you got closer, you noticed the packaging.

Glow-in-the-dark. Mint-flavored.

You blinked, staring at the condom in disbelief. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Logan’s face turned red — an actual blush creeping up his neck. “I, uh… forgot I had these.”

You doubled over laughing. “Mint-flavored? Glow-in-the-dark? What were you planning with these?”

“Hey, I don’t ask you about your weird shit,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, it was a gag gift from Jubilee, alright? Can we not make this a thing?”

You snatched the condom from his hand, waving it in front of him. “This is absolutely a thing now. There’s no way we’re not using this.”

Logan groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Goddamn it.”

“Come on, Logan,” you teased, slipping back toward the bed with the packet in hand. “You’ve been through worse. This? This is nothing.”

He grumbled but followed, eyes narrowed. “For the record, this is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous,” you agreed, tearing open the packet with a wicked grin. “But also way too good to pass up.”

Logan shook his head, crawling back onto the bed beside you. “I’m too old for this shit.”

You smirked, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Maybe. But you sure seem to be enjoying it.”

His lips twitched, and despite the grumbling, Logan finally cracked a smile. “Yeah, well. You make it hard not to.”

[giannaln4]

Silly Little Bet

lando norris x artist!reader

summary: You were an artist and Lando loved to do what you did best with you, even if he wasn't very good at it. (917 words)

warnings: this turns into a make out (not heavy, very short), use of y/n

a/n: hi lovelies! i know i said i was going to take a little break, but honestly i just need to not think about quali today (still crying about it idk what to tell you). anyway, this is incredibly short so i’m sorry but i still hope you enjoy it! pls let me know what you think!! feedback is very much appreciated 🫶🏻 i also wanted to thank everyone who reached out to me and sent support ❤️‍🩹 ily all so much, i really appreciate it!!

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Quiet nights were your absolute favourites. Getting to spend time with your boyfriend without having to worry about some schedule one of you had to stick to was perfect, to say the least. You always found a way to occupy yourselves, doing anything and nothing at the same time. 

Tonight, though, you got to do one of your favourite activities: art. You were an artist, a professional one, and of course he loved that about you; he loved seeing you in your element, so focused on what you did best, and even though he didn’t know yet, you loved dragging him with you so you could see him struggle a bit to at least not be the worst artist the world has ever seen.

Now, he was extremely talented, and if he weren’t a racer, he would be somewhat of an artist; he’s said it himself many times, but that was before he met you, because compared to you, he would never say that about himself, no matter how many times you have said it to him. 

Right now, you found yourselves sitting on your shared bed, facing each other, trying to win a silly little bet you made earlier. It was simple, really. You were supposed to draw the other person, and whoever loses would have to come up with a plan for dinner, which the both of you already knew would end up being a homemade meal, eating it on the couch, and watching some dumb show. This really worked out for him because, as talented as he was, he still struggled to draw real people, and he knew he was setting himself up when he accepted.

You knew that too, and you also knew he only gave in so he could have another one of your drawings of him. But that was okay, because another one of your favourite things was to admire his focused expression while he tried to replicate someone on a blank piece of paper. 

If he was being completely honest, the top reason he loved doing some type of art with you was because you would always come up to him and help with something, holding and guiding his hand or just being really close to his face as you explained something, so he would never say no to that suggestion.

“Okay, so I do you and you do me. Do I have to paint it as well?” He asked as you poured some of your art supplies on the bed.

“No, just a quick sketch,” you replied, scanning the bed as you carefully chose the pencil you wanted to use. “I’m starving, anyway.”

You started sketching each other; you were faster (and probably better) than him, but you couldn’t help but blush any time his eyes fixated on your face for too long, studying every aspect of you to try to draw it. After several minutes, you were done, just finishing up a few details before placing the paper on the bedside table next to you, away from him so he wouldn’t see it yet.

“How is it going?” You asked.

He looked up at you and yelled, “Don’t move!” When you started to get up.

"Sorry,” you whispered, going back to your previous position.

You stayed like that for a while, watching as Lando looked at you repeatedly and then back at the paper, occasionally erasing stuff. He was almost done, but there was one thing holding him back. “I can’t get it right,” he sighed, dropping the pencil.

“What can’t you get right?”

“Your lips. They look too big or too small, and now the paper looks worn out from erasing so much.” He was clearly frustrated.

“Can I see it?”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Lando asked you with an embarrassed look.

“Of course I’m not going to laugh; why would I do that?”

“You are a real artist, Y/N. You finished a while ago, and I’ve been stuck here trying to fix it, but I’ve only made it worse.”

“Lando, you are actually talented; I don’t make you do art with me because I wanna have a laugh. C’mon, show me.”

He sighed again and slowly turned the paper, showing you the drawing. “It looks terrible.”

Your eyes set on the paper, and an endeared smile appeared on your face. “It looks great, baby.”

"No, it doesn’t; as I said, you’re an artist, and you know exactly what’s wrong with it.”

“I mean it." You whispered, leaving your spot on the bed and sitting next to him, “Maybe the proportions are a bit off, but it does look great, I promise.”

“Thanks,” he replied with a smile, a moment of silence filling the room as you both stared at the drawing. “You know, maybe I just need to take a closer look at them.”

“Oh- I guess that would be helpful." You turned your body to face him, cupping his cheek and brushing away a few curls that rested on his forehead. “Do you want help?”

He nodded and broke the distance between you, locking his lips with yours as he pulled you onto his lap and his hands fell on your hips to intensify the kiss. You got closer and closer, pausing when your bodies couldn’t possibly get any closer to each other even if you tried.

“You know I can actually help you,” you said against his lips and in between kisses.

“Uh huh” Lando replied, not really thinking about the drawing anymore.

[anthotneystark]

I wanna reach out and grab ya

(edit: now on ao3!)

In the aftermath, as the dust settles, the world shakes.

He expects it, but it still catches him off balance.

He leans against the ambulance, brushes off Nancy’s comment about him needing medical care. Jonathan gives him a look like he wants to call him out on it, but he lets it go. He’s not sure how long he’s been awake, but he knows that if either of them really pressed him, he’d fold like a paper bag.

You know, easily but with a decent amount of noise.

It’s all he can do to keep upright, using the cool metal door to help. The world doesn’t exactly feel steady, but he took a few hits to the head and he’s sure that’s not helping. There’s a ringing in his ears, his sides ache, his face burns, and he’s not altogether sure how long he’s been awake. He’s sure it’s been somewhere along the lines of too long. He’s not looking forward to going home, not when all he’s got waiting there is a cold, empty house. His parents won’t be back for a few more weeks.

Even if there’s a part of him, a big part if he can admit it, that desperately wants his mom to be there, he’s not going to call and ask for her. He’s supposed to be an adult now, he’s supposed to be growing up, he can’t call for her.

Even if it stings a little, watching other people reuniting with their families.

He loses track of time a little, and is only snapped out of it when he’s dragged into a hug. It’s tight, warm, and so gentle for how fierce it is. He reflexively hugs back before he puts it all together, before he recognizes that it’s Claudia Henderson. She’s saying something, but he can’t really hear it because he’s too busy trying to catch up on what exactly is happening. When she pulls back, she either repeats it or it’s a different question.

Robin answers before he can.

“Yeah, Steve’s gonna stay with me tonight.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, dingus, remember?”

“Right, yeah, I’m staying with her tonight.” Except. “How are we getting to your place? I lost my keys,” he adds.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I’ll take you,” Claudia says. A godsend, really, always. He’s going to need to get new keys entirely given that his have probably been melted by the fire, but he can’t tell her that.

Robin sticks to his side as they go to the car, her hand slides into his and he holds on tight. He doesn’t let go until they’re in her house, after the quiet car ride where he almost dozed off a dozen times. Her parents are at work, both on the night shift at the moment, so it’s just them. Convenient, given that they’re probably going to wake up screaming at some point. She shoves him into the bathroom first and he uses her strawberry shampoo and doesn’t bother to even attempt anything resembling his usual process for cleaning up.

While she takes her turn, he pulls on the clothes she set out. A Hawkins Band tee shirt that’s a little tight and a pair of gym shorts that are probably bigger than his own. He’s almost dozing when she starts messing with his hair, helping to dry it without him even noticing she’d finished her shower. It’s more a nervous movement than anything, but it feels nice.

“We’re going to need to keep some of your clothes here, you know.”

“Why?”

“So you have something to wear, obviously.”

Obviously. Because he’s going to stay with her sometimes. He should have her clothes at his place too then, even if he’s perfectly willing to let her raid his closet. He likes the idea though, the plan to mesh themselves together already. He’s never had anyone in his life who’s made themselves at home in his heart this quickly.

He’s not sure when he drifts off, when she tugs him the rest of the way onto the bed, when she pulls the blanket up, only distantly feels the way she leans into him, the way he reflexively curls into her.

She feels like she’s always been here with him and he can’t figure out how he lived without her.

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Robin is perfect.

Not like, literally, and it’s not the same as when he’d say it about Nancy.

That’s the other thing that he figures out with her. He’s really not in love with Nancy. He’d said it, but it really sinks in later. It sinks in the first time they talk about romance, as he tries to give her flirting advice while she laughs at him and asks if he needs a new whiteboard.

They do mingle their closets too, as planned. She still steals his clothes, and he ends up wearing her tee shirts more than his own. She takes him thrifting and shows him all her secrets and he teaches her the art of negotiation in stores.

(She’s in awe when he talks down a sales clerk over a stain that he then magics away in the laundry room at his house.)

He shows her how he learned to cook and she helps him to get creative with new ideas. She demands the first bite every time, and he’s happy to share it.

Her parents welcome him though. Her mom teaches him more about first aid than he learned lifeguarding, and her dad teaches him more about cars in his spare time. He’d known some, but it’s nice, being taught instead of just figuring things out on his own through trial and error. It doesn’t take long for him to get fully intermingled in the Buckley family and it’s the most love he’s ever felt.

Somewhere between the whiteboard and that first night spent sharing a bed, they become SteveAndRobin. Somewhere between her mom finishing her shift and finding them curled up on the couch watching cartoons (because after being exposed to terrifying monsters and soldiers, cartoons are necessary) and her dad coming home to find all three of them wrapped up in it, he finds out he fits perfectly in this space.

Somewhere between the first family dinner and the start of the school year, he unofficially becomes a Buckley.

Sitting there in the hospital waiting room, collapsed into a chair because he’s never felt this exhausted, with Robin at one side and Dustin at the other, with Erica and Lucas whispering with Nancy, with Eddie and Max in surgery, he feels it all building up. All the feelings he’d tried to push down, the fear and panic and pain, bubbling up to the surface. He’s not really looking where his eyes are aimed, not even paying attention until Robin is forcing his heavy, aching limbs up and toward an empty room. She gives him a look as she leaves him on the bed and he’s not even confused about her leaving him there to go back to the waiting room because it’s better if she stays with Dustin anyway.

Except then the door is opening again, with a familiar and welcome sight stepping in.

And then it’s all too much.

Those emotions bubble over with a half-sobbed “Mom” and then arms are around him, holding him together as he splinters into a million pieces.

His mother smells like expensive perfume, floral and chemical and strong. But Betty Buckley smells like antiseptic and cinnamon and it’s the most comforting smell in the world right then.

She doesn’t question the grime or blood staining his clothes, doesn’t try to get him to tell her what happened, just holds him because he can’t break in front of the kids, can’t let them see how much he’s struggling right now. He needs this, is the thing. He hasn’t really broken down yet because he has to be the strong one, he has to be tough, even if it kills him, but she’s safe. She’s safe enough for him to let go.

She lets him get it all out, and still doesn’t ask anything. It doesn’t really matter, not at the moment, so she just brushes his hair off his forehead, uses a damp cloth to wipe away some of the dirt, helps him to pull on scrubs before halting that process to treat his back and arms and sides and neck. He’s gone a little numb, but she moves quick anyway. And then he’s on his back, an IV hooked into his hand, and she’s pressing a kiss to his forehead and telling him to rest.

So he does.

It’s not a conscious decision, more like he was just waiting for someone to tell him he could.

When he wakes, Robin is in the bed next to him. Dustin is on a rolling cot against the wall. He knows without knowing that Max is down the hall, Lucas and Erica are with her, and Nancy is probably bossing around everyone in that way she does that he can’t help respecting. He doesn’t stay awake long.

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He’s going stir crazy.

There’s a lot of mixed feelings. On one hand, he’s slept a lot. On the other, the town is a little broken. Robin and Dustin are volunteering, and he’ll join them when he can get out there, but Richard Buckley is under strict orders to keep him from making an escape. The plant has been temporarily shut down, and he’s a glass half-full kind of guy, but it’s really inconvenient for Steve’s desire to be out of the hospital.

He still loves him though, really.

He finally gets a window when Rich steps out for real food.

(It had been hilarious when he and Robin established their dads are both “Richard”, but while Steve’s dad thinks shortening it sounds ridiculous, Robin’s dad loves to give himself new short names at every opportunity. The week he wanted to go by Chard was a fun week.)

He goes for the door, playing nonchalant, and is dismayed to find someone sitting outside.

“He told me you’d try and escape,” the man says, not looking up from his newspaper.

“I’m not escaping,” he lies.

“Humor me.” The man looks over at him then and Steve has to bite back his surprise. “Huh. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your last name isn’t Buckley.”

“It’s not.”

“Then why have I been hearing for months about Ritchie’s boy?”

“Technically I am that.”

“Not the right one though.”

“No, but that’s sematics.”

“You’re missing an ‘n’ there, son.” The correction is gentle, carrying the tone of someone who’s used to reminding someone else of little details. For some reason, it doesn’t sting like it did when other people corrected him.

“Right, yeah.”

“You had a bit of blood loss, I hear. Maybe you should lay back down again.”

“I can’t. There’s…people are out there and need help. Other people got hurt worse than me. I can’t just lay here and do nothing.”

“You’re not doing nothing, you’re recovering.”

“I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t sound like you are,” he half mumbles, and god, it’s so familiar it aches.

“I don’t know why you’re focused on keeping me in bed. You of all people should be fine with me going out there to help out.” There’s a beat of silence, where Steve thinks he maybe overstepped, getting just a sigh in return.

“Maybe. But I know damn well how important you are to a friend of mine and he asked for a favor. I’m not about to let him down.”

“Mr. Munson –”

“Wayne.”

“…Wayne. You should go back to Eddie. He needs you more.”

“He’s got a visitor already. I’m not hovering.”

“I think you’re hovering a bit here.”

“Well opinions are like assholes, son. Everyone’s got one.” It’s enough to startle a laugh out of him, as Wayne stands up and ushers him back into the room. He didn’t notice while he was standing there as the pain in his muscles, the itching of the scabs, the exhaustion in his bones, creeps back up on him. He protests, but doesn’t really fight as he’s nudged back into the too firm mattress.

“Get some more rest, kid. Long days are coming, take advantage while you can.”

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“I just don’t get it!”

“Is he still talking about this?”

Robin’s groan is the only answer he needs. Dustin, back on his usual arguments after saving the world again, is expanding his hobby. Now he’s not just bugging Steve and Robin about their love life (love lives?), he’s dragging others in on the argument too.

“Dusty-buns, you seem to be awful involved in this,” Eddie teases. “Maybe you have a crush on Robin.” She makes a face, throws a marshmallow at him, and Steve snorts as he cackles.

“No! I just don’t know why they won’t date! Eddie, back me up on this,” Dustin says. “They’re perfect for each other! They laugh at the same jokes, share clothes all the time, and don’t even argue, Steve, I’ve seen her wear your jeans before and you’ve worn her sweaters. They share food with each other, spend all their time together, and they share chapstick!”

“Hey, we don’t spend all our time together! Sometimes I wait for her to bike to my house.”

“Not helping, babe.”

“See!” Dustin is probably seconds from losing his marbles, and Steve really should put him out of his misery, but it’s too funny still.

“You’re missing some key information, boy-genius,” Eddie says.

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that they’re never going to date.”

“That’s what doesn’t make sense!”

“Robin, pass me our chapstick,” Steve says, just to make Dustin a little more insane.

“You had it last. Steven, did you lose our chapstick?”

“I definitely gave it back to you.”

“Here you go,” Eddie says, tossing the little tube to Steve with a grin. Dustin’s eyes dart between the three of them like he’s just gotten new information.

“Eddie. Are you…dating Robin?”

It’s Steve’s turn to groan, and he doesn’t need to look to see the face Robin is making.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, Eddie is dating me!” Now he’s silent. And Steve is going to panic if he stays silent.

“Huh. That makes a lot of sense. You were weirdly jealous.”

“I was what? No I wasn’t!”

“You kind of were,” Robin adds.

“And it makes sense why you wouldn’t date Robin, who is literally perfect for you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends.”

“Yeah, and I could be literally perfect for him, pipsqueak,” Eddie says, grabbing one of Robin’s marshmallows to throw at him.

“You and Robin are still weirdly codependent, it has to be said,” Dustin insists, batting away Eddie’s attempts to ruffle his hair.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you get psychically linked to each other. Get used to it, Henderson.”

“You’re what?!” Eddie and Dustin’s voices overlap, but they’re both drowned out by his and Robin’s laughter.

Their expressions alone are worth the lecture they’re going to get about keeping secrets.

[sabrinajenre96]

The quiet scars after the storm

Michael Robinavitch x Resident!Reader

Warning: angst with comfort, hospital setting, rooftop moment, found family, pregnancy reveal, emotional healing, soft domestic vibes

POV: Reader’s POV

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The rooftop was quiet.

Not silent, not really—not with the hum of traffic far below, the occasional rattle of a vent kicking on, and the ever-present pulse of the hospital itself. But quiet enough. Familiar. Steady. Like always.

Except tonight, it wasn’t empty.

I paused at the doorway, fingers curling around the edge of the door. There he was, back to me, leaning against the ledge like the weight of today had finally knocked him off his feet. Except he hadn’t fallen. Not physically. But the morgue earlier... that had knocked something loose in him. I’d seen it. Everyone had. The moment his composure shattered, and he’d cried like a man trying to hold the pieces of the world together and failing.

Michael.

My Michael.

“You stole my spot,” I said softly, stepping forward.

He didn’t turn around right away. But I saw his shoulders rise with a deep breath. “You always have a way of finding me up here,” he murmured.

“That’s because you always come here when something breaks,” I replied gently, standing beside him now. “And today? A lot broke.”

He gave a dry, bitter laugh. “You can say that again.”

I let the silence sit with us for a second before I spoke again. “What Jake said... it wasn’t okay.”

“I know he’s grieving,” he muttered, eyes fixed on something out in the distance. “But accusing me like that... like I didn’t try—”

“I know,” I cut in. “I saw her chart. I was in that trauma bay. Her heart was gone the second that bullet hit. You did everything you could. More than anyone else would’ve.”

Michael finally looked at me, eyes glassy but holding. “His mom was there.”

“I know. She apologized,” I said with a shrug. “I told her not to worry. But it still sucked.”

He looked down, scraping a hand across the stubble on his jaw. “Lilah okay?”

I blinked, thrown by the sudden shift. “Yeah, she’s fine. She went to the ballet studio after tutoring some kids. Didn’t want to go to the concert—said it was too overwhelming. My mom picked her up after and took her home.”

Relief softened his expression. “Good. She didn’t answer my calls... I was worried.”

“She’s a teenager,” I smirked. “Selective hearing. Selective replying.”

Michael nodded slowly, a faint curve to his lips. “At least one teenager loves me.”

My chest squeezed. I knew what he meant. Jake’s words had cut deeper than any of us expected. Not just the blame. The venom. Like Michael wasn’t human. Like he hadn’t held that girl’s hand until her last breath.

“She adores you,” I said, voice firmer. “She asked you to adopt her because you showed up every single day when no one else did. She’s yours.”

He glanced at me. “I needed that.”

“I know.” I reached into my pocket. “And... speaking of needing something—this might not be the perfect moment, but...”

He took the folded paper from my hand slowly, almost like he already knew. Opened it. Stared at the grainy little sonogram picture in silence.

“You’re—” His voice caught. “We’re—”

“Pregnant,” I finished, soft and sure. “Again.”

His eyes widened, glassiness returning for an entirely different reason this time. “Despite today, you still manage to give me the best news of my life.”

I smiled. “I do what I can.”

He laughed—a real one, tired and shaky but real—and pulled me into a gentle hug. His hand hovered at my waist, almost reverent. I felt his fingers brush the hem of my black scrubs and the soft cotton of the white shirt underneath.

“I don’t even want to think about how we’re breaking this to Lilah and Harlow,” I joked, forehead resting against his. “Harlow’s already recruited Mousse for her schemes. A baby will just be a sidekick.”

“She’s four and already building an empire,” he mused, eyes closing. “We’re in trouble.”

“Big trouble,” I agreed. Then I held out my hand, fingers open.

“Let’s go home.”

He laced his fingers with mine without hesitation.

Together, we left the rooftop. Step by step, down the stairwell. Past the ghosts of today. Past the things we couldn’t change. Past the wounds we would nurse together.

Because we always did.

[sunnysdiary]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Paper Rings : Taylor swift

'I like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings.' (Click the link for the song!!)

Your boyfriend, Jeongin, always teases you with paper rongs until one day he actually proposes when you least expect it.

1.3k words/fluffy fluffy fluffffyyyy/ bf!Jeongin

A/N: ugh, this took FOREVER to write. first part of the music to my eyes series :)

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If there were two things your darling boyfriend, Jeongin, was known for, his teasing attitude and relentless pranks. His personal favorite? Pretending to propose—because he knew it scared the hell out of you every time.

He’d tell you to dress up, take you on romantic dates—candlelit dinners, garden strolls, lakeside picnics—anything to set the mood. And without fail, at the end of the night, he’d drop to one knee. But instead of a real ring, it was always a paper one. By now, you had an entire jar filled with them: three years’ worth of his playful antics, intertwined with the love you shared.

Tonight, you were curled up in your apartment, the lights low as yet another cheesy romance movie played on the screen. Your phone buzzed beside you.

Innie <3 lit up the display in bright colors.

Grinning, you picked up. “Is this my boyfriend?” you teased, amusement dripping from your voice.

“No, it’s the FBI. I need your credit card information,” he deadpanned, the smile in his voice unmistakable.

“Wrong number, then,” you shot back, matching his teasing tone.

“Baby,” he started, his voice shifting into something softer, more serious. “What if I told you that for our fourth anniversary, I got us plane tickets to London?”

Your heart nearly stopped. London—the one place left on your bucket list.

“If this is a joke, Jeongin, it’s not funny,” you warned, fully expecting him to burst out laughing. But he didn’t. Instead, he hummed lightly.

“I booked the tickets last month. Check your email.”

Without hesitation, you pulled the phone away from your ear, switching to speaker mode as you opened your inbox. And there it was, buried among the sea of spam and discount codes—a confirmation email for two plane tickets to London.

“Jeongin, you are unreal!” you squealed, barely containing your excitement. If you could have leaped through the phone and kissed him, you would have. “This means the world to me!”

His sweet chuckle filled your ears, warm and familiar. To him you were his world. “We leave the weekend of the fifth. That’s next week.”

You shot up from your spot on the couch, already mentally planning your outfits. “Okay, I love you so much! Are we still going out to dinner tomorrow?” you asked, grinning like an idiot.

“Wouldn’t miss it, my love. I love you more,” he murmured through the speaker before hanging up.

On the other end of the call, Jeongin leaned back setting his phone on his lap, spinning a small, real ring between his index finger and thumb. “Way more,” he whispered to himself.

Packing Night: The week of the trip, you were absolutely bubbling with excitement. Jeongin came over to help you pack the night before, of course armed with his signature prank. When you reached for another pair of shorts, he dropped to one knee and pulled a paper ring from his pocket.

“My dearest Y/N Y/LN,” he gazed up at you, eyes teasing but soft with love. “Will you be my wife?”

You scoffed, trying to sound sarcastic—though your face said everything. “Yes, Innie, I will marry you.” You held out your hand and let him slip the smooth paper onto your finger.

He rose, hands finding their familiar place on your waist, and kissed you. His kisses were perfect—warm like a summer day, intense like a blizzard, soft and velvety. You could have stayed like that all night.

“I love you so much, my love,” you whispered, your body melting under his sweet touches and even sweeter words.

You finally pried away and finished packing, setting your suitcase by the door next to his.

“The flight is at 5:00 AM tomorrow, right?” you asked, sitting on the bed with your knees drawn up.

He hummed. “I’ll wake you at 4:30. Is that okay?”

You nodded and lay down. “That should be fine, Innie.” You closed your eyes, sleep pulling you under.

You felt his arms wrap around you and heard him murmur, “Good night,” kissing the top of your head.

Departure Day: At 4:30 AM, his alarm roused you. You both dressed quickly—no shower, just a change into comfortable clothes—and trudged to his car, loading your bags into the trunk.

At TSA, Jeongin sighed, “What would happen if I just ran toward the gate?”

“You’d get arrested. Please don’t.” You smiled as the agent scanned your passports.

Once on the plane, you settled into your seats. “Okay, you ready for five days of fun?” he asked, a small smile on his face. You nodded.

Day 1: After an agonizing twelve‑hour flight, you arrived and headed to the hotel to rest.

“Ugh, I can’t wait to just…” you trailed off, plopping onto the bed with a soft sigh. “Finally.”

While you showered, Jeongin lay on the bed, the real ring dancing between his fingers. He whispered your name like a prayer to his lips.

The rest of the day was spent napping and scrolling through social media—both of you exhausted and in love. All the while, Jeongin’s nerves grew; the proposal loomed closer.

Day 2: The day of your anniversary: Morning and afternoon passed much the same—lying in bed, loving on each other. At night, Jeongin took you to a nice restaurant for dinner.

All through the meal, he repeated, “I love you,” over and over.

“I love you, pretty girl,” he whispered against your lips for the millionth time in the last hour. Then he kissed you, gently shoving you onto the bed.

“I’m going to marry you one day,” you said, eyes sparkling with love and passion.

Little did you know that day was closer than you thought.

Day 3: You woke to find Jeongin asleep beside you. You peppered kisses across his face until his eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, pretty.”

“Good morning.”

You went for breakfast at a small café you’d stumbled across.

“Iced matcha?” he asked while you waited in line.

You nodded. He knew you so well.

After breakfast, you wandered through small shops until you found a clothing boutique. You tried on countless dresses before settling on a light‑blue, knee‑length frock with delicate shoulder straps.

You stepped out of the dressing room. Jeongin’s eyes snapped up from his phone.

“Wow. You’re the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

“Oh, please,” you mumbled, heat creeping up your neck and cheeks.

“Seriously. Want it?” You nodded.

“Then take it off, and I’ll pay for it.”

He smiled. “It’s expensive—are you sure?”

“Completely.”

Day 4: The Proposal: Jeongin woke up jittery with nerves. He showered, trying to wash them away. You woke shortly after and ordered breakfast to the room.

“We could go on a hike?” you suggested, scrolling on your phone.

“How about we just walk around for a while? You can wear your new dress,” he said, nodding.

You smiled. “Sounds good!”

You showered, and he paced the room. “You make me the happiest—no, that’s dumb.” He bit at his nails. “Um…Y/N…” He crashed onto the bed with a soft thud just as you emerged from the bathroom.

“Baby, can you grab my makeup bag?” you asked, towel wrapped around you.

He handed it over. A few minutes later, you stepped into the room in your blue dress, hair curled, makeup perfect.

“Wow, you’re just…” he paused, eyes shining. “Wow.”

You laughed and walked over, hands resting on his chest. “Thank you, my love. Now come on!”

You spent the day wandering London’s streets and sights. Jeongin clung to you, buying you whatever you wanted, nerves prickling every moment.

Early evening found you in front of the London Eye.

“Hey, sweetheart?” he stopped you.

“Mhm?” you turned, soft smile on your face.

He took a breath, lower lip caught between his teeth. “Y/N, you make me the happiest man in the world. You’re my everything. You’re what makes me happy, and I want that for the rest of my life.”

He sank to one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Thinking it was another paper ring, you teased, “That’s twice in a week you’re really—” Your voice caught as you saw the real ring gleam at you. “Innie,” you gasped, tears brimming your eyes.

“Please give me an answer,” he chuckled.

“Yes! Yes! A billion times yes!”

From that moment on, you knew he was your soulmate.

[inksoakedparchment]

WHEN THE WALLS FALL

pairing: cm punk x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, angst

trope: frenemies to lovers

word cunt: 2,329k

tw: age gap (you're in your twenties and he's in his forties), smut - spanking, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: motivation is back i guess, he’s my new muse<33

song: take me down by hazel

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Your relationship with Phil is, well, quite odd to say at least. You and Phil became friends when you joined WWE and he just approached and welcomed you warmly. It was strange at first because when you watched WWE and him on TV, he was a damn asshole - but still he was your favourite. Then within a few months, you started hang out as friends, then on a night when you were drunk, - he was drinking Pepsi - leaned in and captured his lips in a soft kiss. When you leaned back he was staring at you with widened eyes and totally shocked by your actions. The next day you met at work and he asked you out but you laughed and said the previous night’s kiss was a mistake and you were drunk. He pressed his lips together and just nodded and from then you’ve been in a frenemy status. Not friends anymore, not enemies but something is off and this hatred is still between you. He’s angry because you rejected him after you kissed him, you’re furious because he’s avoiding you like it’s his full-time job.

Before your biggest match tonight against Rhea Ripley - for the Women’s World Championship title -, he approaches you with a serious expression.

“Good luck tonight, Angel,” his face softens with a smile.

“Thank you,” you look into his gorgeous green eyes which are full of support.

You turn around as your entrance song ‘Rein Raus’ by Rammstein starts playing after Rhea gets in the ring and you start walking in confidently.

You’re mouthing the lyrics, it’s one of your favourite songs so it was obvious this gonna be your entrance song, it’s powerful with dirty meaning. Perfect.

The match is still going after twenty minutes when you finally drop your bomb; ‘Flames’. Your finisher move. With a fierce rush, you execute a powerful double underhook DDT, spinning her in midair before slamming her headfirst to the mat. The impact is so intense, that the crowd collectively gasps, holding their breath. You don’t stop there. You quickly climb on the top rope and spring off into a Phoenix Splash, landing perfectly on Ripley. You pin her down, the referee starts counting and then the bell rings. You stand up in disbelief, she couldn’t kick out your pin. A smile spreads across your face as you close your eyes and in a moment the title is in your hands. You climb on the top rope holding the belt in the air and the crowd chants your name like it’s a pray.

After you change into comfy clothes in the locker room, ready to leave, he leans on the doorframe.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” he smirks and nods proudly.

“My body is screaming in pain, Mami is reckless,” you laugh “But thanks, it means a lot actually.”

“You’re the Women’s World Champion, Angel. You should be proud,” his eyes soften and you feel your stomach flip.

Angel. The nickname he gave you when he first saw you in all-white gear with extreme white makeup. Punk complimented you before, then after the match, he said you look like an angel and a goddess at the same time. But your angelic eyes made him stuck with Angel.

“I’m proud to be honest. I earned my title and I fought for it a lot,” you smile at him.

“You sure did,” he laughs softly “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too, Phil.”

When he turns around a piece of paper falls out of his back pocket but he doesn’t notice. Punk disappears behind the corner as he makes his way out. You pick up the paper and fold it out, revealing words. Lots of words. It’s a damn letter. You look around and when you make sure you’re alone you sit down on the bench and start reading it.

‘Dear Angel,

I’ve written a hundred letters to you, and I never had the guts to give you a single one. This one’s no different. I don’t even know why I’m writing it now, but here I am. I don’t think I’ll ever give it to you, but I guess sometimes you have to get things off your chest, even if they never see the light of day.

I’ve been standing here, watching you win tonight, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of you. You’ve worked so damn hard for this, Angel. I’ve always known you had it in you, but watching you finally take that belt? That’s something else.

It’s funny, though. I’ve been thinking about that night two years ago more than I’d like to admit. We hung out, you got drunk, and yeah, you kissed me. You were stumbling, and I was just there—doing my best to keep it together while you had your fun. I didn’t drink, I don’t do any of that, but I couldn’t help but feel… something. And the next day, I asked you out. I’m sure you remember it. You rejected me. Said it was a mistake, that you were drunk and it didn’t mean anything.

I wasn’t pissed off. Hell, I was probably more disappointed in myself for even thinking there could be something there. Maybe you didn’t want someone like me. Maybe I’m just too damn old, grumpy, and set in my ways for someone like you. I mean, maybe that’s why you rejected me, right? I’ve got this edge about me, and the age gap—hell, it’s probably just another thing to add to the list of reasons why I’m not what you’re looking for.

But here’s the thing, Angel. I’ve been lying to myself ever since. I’ve been acting like I don’t care, like it doesn’t matter, but it does. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this now—maybe it’s because tonight, watching you with that championship, I can’t pretend anymore. I’m proud of you. I respect you. I don’t care if you never feel the same way, but I can’t keep pretending I’m not still a little hung up on you.

I’m not asking for anything, Angel. Don’t worry, I’m not about to lay all of this at your feet. I’m not going to make things complicated. I’m straight edge, I’ve always kept my distance, and I’ll keep doing that. But I needed to write this, for myself. To stop pretending I don’t feel this way.

You’re a champion. You always have been. I guess I’ve just been too scared to admit how much you mean to me.

Anyway, this letter probably won’t ever see the light of day. You won’t ever know it exists, and that’s okay. Maybe it’s for the best. But just know, somewhere out there, I’m still cheering you on.

Punk’

Your tears are flowing down your cheeks, regretting these two years you avoided your feelings for him. God, you’ve been in love with him since you first talked to him and he made you become his friend. You still can’t forget that kiss, his soft lips on yours, kissing you back. The surprise in his eyes being slowly replaced by desire but he took you home and tucked you in bed.

You stand up still crying, the letter in your coat’s inner pocket and you start running like you do it for your life. Actually, you are. Because it’s your life and you want him to be in your damn life as a lover. As a partner.

When you reach his house, soaking wet because of the rain, you lie on the bell. He opens the door only in grey sweatpants clearly confused.

“What are you doing here, Angel? Did you run? Jesus, you’re soaked,” he sighs and pulls you in.

“What is this?” you take out the letter from your pocket and push it on his chest.

The air stuck in Punk’s lungs and slides his hand on the letter, staring into your soul.

“Did you read it?” he asks with fear.

“That’s why I'm here, dumbass,” you laugh bittersweet as you take off your coat and kick your boots off.

“How did you—”

“—It fell out of your pocket. And you disappeared before I could take it after you,” you wipe away a tear “Do you really feel this way?”

“I do,” he mutters under his breath.

“Oh my god,” you laugh and grab the back of his neck, crashing your lips to his.

He kisses you back but in a second he gently pushes you away.

“Angel, what was this?” he lets the letter fall on the ground and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“I don’t know why I rejected you two years ago. I was afraid that I’d be a young toy for you. I was afraid I’d fall for you damn hard. But I did anyway,” you swallow nervously.

“So you say we’ve been feeling the same thing for two years now? And neither of us did anything?” he laughs bitterly.

“Looks like,” you shut your eyes.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he lifts your chin and you open your eyes.

He leans in and kisses you deeply with hunger and frustration. The situation quickly turns heated and your hands slide on his naked chest, he grabs your thighs and lifts you up effortlessly. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you into his bedroom and throws you on the bed.

“You thought I only wanted you as a toy back then?” he grabs your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the bed “I’m going to play with you. You’re my dirty little slut, my nasty toy from now on. And I’m going to make sure you will never forget this night, and me,” he whispers in your ear and shivers go down your spine “Got it?”

“Mhm,” you hum. The heat which radiates from his body makes you weak. His words make you feel you’re going to cum right now.

“Good girl,” he smirks and takes off your jeans with your thong and throws it away “You’re so damn wet for me, Angel,” he mutters on your inner thigh and presses sloppy kisses on it. In a second he buries his head in your pussy, and a loud moan escapes your lips. His tongue - oh my holy fuck - fucks you. Licking and eating you out like you’re his last dinner, sucking on your clit while looking into your eyes.

“Phil,” you moan his name “I’m gonna cum,” you grip his hair and press his face more into your pussy.

“Not yet, Angel,” he leans back grinning with your juices on his chin.

You groan impatiently. He grabs you and puts you on middle of the bed, then takes off your t-shirt.

“No bra? You filthy slut,” he sucks on your nipples, while you arch your back for him.

He kisses your body everywhere he can, and then he takes off his sweatpants, kneeling on the bed naked.

“How is that gonna fit in me?” you look at his penis then into his eyes.

“Oh, Angel. I’ll make it fit,” he smirks and he climbs on top of you, positioning himself between your legs.

Without hesitation, he pushes his dick inside you, with one, long thrust. You cry out his name loudly, making sure his neighbours going to know who’s living in this house.

“Jesus Angel, you’re so damn tight,” he sucks in a sharp breath.

He starts thrusting first slowly and when you start moaning in pleasure, he picks up a rough pace. Your hips meet with loud sounds which makes you feel more desired. His hunger is apparent in his groans and whimpers. Before you could cum, he slides out of you and he turns you on your stomach and pulls your ass up.

“Count to ten. This is your punishment for making me wait this long for your delicious pussy and your perfect heart,” and he slaps your ass light.

“One,” you hum. The second slap is way stronger than the first.

“Two,” you moan softly. The third? Ruthless. Finally, you reach ten, and your ass cheeks are burning, and your pleasure is dripping down on your inner thigh.

He positions himself behind you and slams into your pussy and starts fucking you like a damn animal. He turns you on your back and grabs your throat tightly while rocking his hips to yours.

“My little, kinky slut. I feel your pussy squeeze around my dick as I apply pressure on your perfect throat. Like your new necklace, Angel?” he pants as he throws his head back. He looks like a fucking god.

“Yeah,” you force out the answer. You can’t think just feel. You feel everything. He grabs your hips and you already feel the marks of his hands are going to be there tomorrow.

He doesn't slow down, if it’s possible he just fastens his pace.

“Cum for me, Angel,” he groans.

And this pushes you over the edge. You scream his name, tightening around him and his dick twitches, cumming inside you.

He leans down and kisses your jawline then your lips with affection and care. And with love.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers on your lips, staring into your soul.

“I love you too, Phil,” you smile at him softly.

He slowly pulls out of you and goes for a warm, wet towel and takes care of you. Wiping away your and his mixed cum which is dripping out of you, then he gives you one of his boxers and t-shirt, but he sees how exhausted are you and dresses you up. He puts on sweatpants too then climbs next to you, pulling you close to his body.

“Please be here when I wake up,” he whispers, begging with his eyes.

“I would never leave,” you shake your head and snuggle to his chest “I love you,” you close your eyes and immediately drift off to sleep.

“My Angel,” he presses a kiss on your temple and slowly falls asleep too.

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[starboye]

johnny and ghost who are missionaries for their local church (basically someone who spreads the gospel and try to make people turn toward god) and they get sent to your house, aka the local femboy who flaunts their as like there's no tomorrow

getting a knock on your door and answering it to see to guys dressed in some slick pants and vests "high sir would you like to talk about our lord and savior jesus christ" and as much as you wanted to say no you couldn't just shut the door on the fine looking men

letting them in they saw the outfit you were in, a skirt with a crop top and some thigh high socks, but they couldn't get distracted by the sinful ways of the world so they pushed through and sat in the living room and started going on and on about how turning to god will do you some good from going to hell for eternity

"oh my god- sorry i mean gosh i should really read more into this let me go get some paper to write this down" you fake a genuine reaction and turn to get some paper but uh oh you "accidentally' split some water on the couch "oh my im such a clutz" you turn to wipe up the mess, perfectly bent over to show the men a perfect view of your lacy underwear you have on, they're such a pretty pink color aren't they?

and in seconds they have a hard on in their slacks and are trying to hide it with the bibles they have, lord forgive them, once you go get the paper you fake write down some notes as they continue talking, stumbling over some words until they finally finish "well i feel like i should give you my number just in case i have any questions right" you looked at them with the most seductive look, your bottom lip tucked in between your teeth

"yeah f-for sure" the one with the mohawk says and you write down your number, making sure to mark it with a little kiss just to make sure they remember you "you'll remember me right" you say sliding the note into the blonde hair guys hand "yes sir" they both look at you dumb founded as the stand up and inch their way to the door careful not to show their boner to you

"have a good day now boys" you say closing the door and now their struggling to think of what to do with the aching in their pants but trust they will defiently be calling you later tonight or better yet showing up at the door

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞・𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jude is your boss. You're his assistant. He deserately wants to take you out on a date but you don't want to.. maybe

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boss! Jude x assistant! Reader(first person)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: coworker relationship, SMUT, intercourse(unprotected), a little bit of dirty talking, cursing

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: trying something different. idk but I love the way I wrote this tho

Enjoy

stacks of papers pilled up on my desk made me exhale loudly. I just got into work and this is what I'm faced with. Great.

I slung my purse to the floor and took a seat in my hard chair. As I opened my laptop the door in front of me opened up. Jude, my boss, walked out taking a look over at me.

He's been my boss for the past two months now. Ever since our old CEO stepped down, he has been filling in.

Jude wasn't a bad boss. He never yelled, he always made me feel comfortable, and allowed me to work at my own pace. but there was just one small issue with having him as my boss.

He's was so damn hot.

His face was like a Greek god. He was tall, He always looked amazing in whatever suit he wore, his hair and skin so perfect. Today was no different.

When he walked up to my desk, he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes and that amazing smirk of his. I subconsciously squeezed my legs shut. Thankfully he couldn't see it as I did so.

“Good morning Mr. Bellingham.”

I tore my eyes from his and looked down at the files in front of me.

“You got a lot to do.” he said to me. I laugh, looking up at him. “Yep. I noticed.”

“Ok well I'm going to let you get on to them. I'm going to take a few calls. Lemme know if you need anything.”

I nodded, smiling slightly at him. Jude turned back around heading back into his office. When the door shut I exhaled and leaned back into my chair.

-

It was now 5pm. The winter sun was now set leaving the outside world dark, but this office was sill open. I had answered several emails, took several calls and filled out several filles by now.

Jude was still very much in his office. I haven't seen him much today only because he was busy taking calls.

I got up walking to Jude's office. I knocked before opening the door. Jude was sitting at his desk in his white button up shirt, his suit top sitting on the back off his chair. When he noticed me he looked from whatever he was doing on his computer.

“Hi I just wanted to check in on you.”

Jude smiled at me and nodded. “Yeah I'm doing pretty good.”

“Ok well I finished everything, I'm going to head out. I'll catch you tomorrow.” As I was ready to Leave the doorway, Jude stopped me.

“Y/n.”

I turned back to him. “Yes?”

Jude motioned for me to come over to his desk which I did. I took a seat in the chair across from him. “yes?”

“I just want to ask you what you're doing tonight?”

He looked at me waiting for me to answer. I sat there confused. “Well I'm not doing anything. Just going home. Why are you asking?”

Jude tore his eyes from me. “I was thinking we could go to dinner.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as he said that. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Jude squeezed his lips together. It was an obvious yes.

“Yeah, but it doesn't have to.” Jude leaned back in his chair. “We can go as co workers.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean.. you're my boss.”

Jude nodded. I can see the light leaving his eyes making me feel a little bit guilty.

“You're right. Well I'm not going to hold you for long. You can go.”

I stood up walking over out the door. I grabbed my things and walked to the elevator. As I waited for it to come to our floor my mind started to race. Did I really not want to go on a date with him? I mean he's my boss but still he's fucking hot and I can't deny I thought about him a lot over these past two months.

The elevator dinging pulled me away from my thoughts. I stepped in. My fingers hovered over the button.

Should I or should I not?

I groaned out a fuck and stepped out of the elevator. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over to Jude's office.

I opened the door.

“Fine, I'll go on a date with you.”

Jude looked over at me, eyes wide. “you will?”

“Yes. But no one can know.”

Jude stood up. “Ok, nobody has to know.”

-

I was now sitting in Jude's car as he drove wherever he was going to take me. We haven't said a word since leaving the office. I was feel nervous but at the same time excited.

Jude pulled into a restaurant that looked extremely expensive.

“Ok we're here” Jude unbuckled his seatbelt. I did the same. Jude got out before me, walking to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, muttering a small thank you.

We walked into the restaurant and got seated by one of the waitress.

“Wow this is nice.” I took a look around taking it all in.

“Yeah this is one of the best restaurants in town.” Jude smiling at me made my face heat up. It was such a beautiful sight. I quickly looked down at my menu and began to look at everything on there.

The waitress soon came to our table taking our orders. When they left Jude began to talk. “So what made you change your mind?”

I looked at him confused.

“Out with me.” he answered understanding my confusion.

“Oh right. I don't know.. I just thought why the hell not you know.” I laughed awkwardly mentally cursing myself.

“Well I'm happy you came. I've been dying to take you out.”

Before I could ask him to explain the waitress returned with our drinks. I smiled at her, muttering a thank you before she left again.

“You've been dying to take me out?”

Jude nodded. He stopped making eye contact with me as I can tell he was growing embarrassed. I smiled.

Yeah. Have you seen yourself. You're… fucking stunning.”

My cheeks heated up at his words. “Really?”

“Yes absolutely.” Jude reached over, grabbing my hand that was sitting on the table. Butterflies filled my stomach making me tear my eyes from his.

“No no look at me.”

I look back up at Jude. “you don't believe me?”

“Well nobody has ever told me that before so yeah I guess I don't.” I tilted my head to the side as I spoke. Jude hummed understanding. His hands burned into mines as he continued to hold them.

It wasn't long before our food came. We are and made small talk with one another. I'm very happy with the fact I decided to come out with Jude tonight.

When we walked back to his car, Jude's arms circled my waist. I smiled leaning into his side. Jude helped me back into the passengers seat before he got into the drivers seat.

We drove in a comfortable silence till Jude reached my apartment.

“Do you wanna come up? I have a bottle of wine I haven't opened yes.”

Jude nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt. I got out and Jude followed me up to my apartment.

I walked in to my apartment after unlocking the door, When the door shut behind Jude I turned to him. The way he was looking at me tells me he wasn't there for simply wine.

He stepped closer to me to the point his forehead was resting on mines. My heart thumped against my chest as our nose brushed.

“Can I kiss you?”

Just fucking do it already. “Yes you can.”

Jude didn't need to be told twice. His lips pressed against mines in a instant. I shut my eyes letting my lips sync with his. God his kissing was better than I imagined. I felt woozy right now.

His hands found my waist pulling me closer to his waist. I could feel something pressed against me.

“Are you hard?” I asked when I pulled. “What do you think?” Jude's lips found my neck. I smirk pushing him off of me. “follow me.”

I grab Jude's hand leading him to my bedroom. I kicked off my heels along the way. When we got to my room I pushed Jude onto the bed.

I climbed on top of him, my lips finding his instantly. A moan fell from my throat as our tongues collided with one anothers, fighting to explore each other's mouths.

I grind my hips against Jude's boner earning a groan from him. His hands found my waist and slowly started to guide me.

I clenched around nothing as I moved slowly against him. The feeling of his rough pants mixed with my thin panties made me pull away and bury my face into Jude's neck as a moan spilled from my lips.

“I need to be inside you so bad.” Jude whispered in my ear as he still guided me. I sat up and tugged off my shirt. My hands found Jude's suit pants. I tugged down the zipper. Jude helped me pull down his pants and then his boxers.

Now it was my turn; I pulled off my dress leaving me in my black laced bra and panties. Jude sat up slightly leaving kisses on top of my breast.

I bite my bottom lip as he inched closer and closer to where I wanted him to be.

Jude's hands reached around my back and he unclamped my bra allowing my breast to spill out. Instantly his mouth closed around my nipple right after his tongue lapped at the bud.

A crying moan fell from my lips. It's been a while since I had sex. My mind was all over the place in a good way. I needed this badly.

jude pulled away looking up at me.

“Are you sure you want to do this love? There's no going back after this?”

Yes I'm absolutely positivity sure I want to do this. “Yes I'm sure.”

“Ok take off your panties.”

I did as Jude said pulling off my panties that were now soaked. Here I was completely bare in front of him. I felt nervous but I didn't let him notice.

Jude pulled me back on top off him. He lined himself up with me and before he pushed into me he looked at me for permission. I nodded slight and then it was game over.

My eyes fell shut as he stretched me out going further and further. When I was sure he wasn't going any further and began to move my hips.

Slowly and slowly me and Jude became adjust to one another. Sinful words fell from our lips as we fucked.

“Fuck you're so tight,” Jude grunted out. He had a tight grip on my waist as he helped me ride him.

“Can't believe I've been missing out on this pussy this whole time.”

I shuttered at his words and looked into his pretty brown eyes. “I saved it just for you. Haven't fucked anyone in months.”

“Yeah?” Jude grabbed my face pulling my closer to his lips. I nodded, whimpering when a moan fell from my mouth.

Jude kissed me. He kissed me hard. He was so fucking intoxicating. I'm not sure I'm going to be over him after this. Not that I wanted to be.

I pulled away my head falling back. The tightens in my stomach was growing every time I slammed back down on him. his tip brushed at my g spot over and over again.

“You gonna cum?” I looked down at Jude and nodded. “Yes, I'm so close.”

Before I could even grasp what was happening Jude had flipped us over leaving me on my back. My legs now on his shoulder creating a new sense of pleasure.

I gasped when he pushed in me. Holy fuck.

Jude fucked me, like really fucked me. My moans filled the room and I prayed my neighbors didn't hear anything. The tingling in my stomach was so damn close to breaking at any moment.

“Yeah, you like that huh.”

I looked up at him looking at the cocky smirk on his face that made him ten times more attractive.

With one more thrust, my back arched off the bed as I came around him. I tried my best not to moan too loud but boy did I fail at that.

Jude wasn't far behind. He pulls out cumming ropes on my stomach.

I felt the bed beside me dip and a grunt from Jude's lips. I opened my shut eyes and looked over at him.

“Are you ok?” Jude nodded. “Yeah I'm good. Are you ok? I wasn't too rough was I?”

I shook my head with a smile. “no you were perfect.”

Jude returned the smile. He leaned over and kissed my lips. When he was finished he climbed out of bed. I was confused as he walked out of my room until I heard the faucet on in my bathroom. A few seconds later Jude returned with a towel to clean me up .

My past partners never did that for me. This was new and I fucking love it.

“So are you staying the night or are you leaving?” I asked once Jude was finished. I watched as he thought about it for a second before giving an answer.

“I'd kill to spend a night with you but unfortunately I have to leave.” He came up to my side of the bed and placed a kiss on my cheek. “But I'll see you tomorrow thought.”

I nodded. Of course he would. We work together.

I watched as Jude go dressed.

I walked him to the door and with one more kiss he was gone.

When I returned back to my bedroom I couldn't stop smiling to myself. I finally got to sleep with the man I've been dreaming about. Sure he was my boss but who the fuck cares. I was on cloud 9

That night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

-

The next morning

I walked into the office with a pep in my step. After the night I had yesterday I couldn't help it.

When I reached my desk I noticed some roses on them. I picked them up grabbing the note on them and read it.

I hope you had an amazing night. We should do that more often

Your secret admirer

I laugh to myself, placing the flowers back down.

My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over to the door.

With a small knock I opened it.

“Mr. Bellingham.”

Jude leaned back against his chair, smiling at me.

"Ms. Y/l/n."

Man I'm fucked

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Girl Next Door

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Donnie Darko cant help but watch his sweet neighbor through his window...

warnings: nsfw, donnie is a little shit perv stalker, reader is a cutie pie, mention of somnophilia

pt.2

Donnie sprayed cologne on his neck, fresh out the shower. He did this routinely every night, just in case he would come into contact with his girl. Well...she didn't exactly know she was Donnie's girl, but she would soon find out.

Ever since [Name] had moved in next door and got placed into English Lit, Donnie only had one thing on his mind. Her. When he saw her moving boxes into the house right next to his, he knew he had to have her. She was the perfect girl. Funny, smart, gorgeous, and best of all, clueless. When [Names] family had threw a housewarming party a few months back, Donnie was thrilled to have an excuse to talk to her. "Yeah, me and my family just moved here from Cali. My dad got this great position at work and.." [Name] rambled on. But Donnie didn't mind, he listened attentively. Sure, his eyes would drift down her shirt and fixed on her lips, but he caught himself every time he did it. Yeah, sometimes when Name was showering while he was over he would go into her room to steal her panties, but he always made sure to put them back after he got a good use out of them.

Donnie and Name were great friends. From the moment they met, they were inseparable. They would see each other almost everyday. They would walk to and from school together, hang out together, it was almost like they were a thing. Donnie loved it when people would come up to him and ask "Are you and Name dating?" or "Wouldn't Donnie and Name would be so cute together?" It gave him a terrible ego boost. Could you blame the guy? Who wouldn't wanna be mistaken for a cute girls boyfriend? Yet, every time someone asked these questions, he would brush it off like nothing. "Nah, we're just friends." Oh how badly he wanted to play into it, tell the whole world that she was his and he was hers. But he couldn't, he was afraid that he would scare her off. His friends would often claim that Donnie was only [Names] friend because he wanted to fuck her. "Tsk, Don's only messing with [Name] because he wants to get in her pants. I mean, I don't blame him" his friends would tease. Donnie hated this, he hated how other guys talked about [Name], as if she were nothing more than an object. But nonetheless, Donnie would brush it off like nothing, ignoring the snarky comments.

Donnie couldn't help but get hard when he was around [Name]. It was like she was purposely trying to get him all worked up. She'd drop her paper on the ground and lean over her desk to pick it up, exposing her cleavage. Or she'd reach over the food bar, her skirt exposing her pink panties. Every move she made set Donnie off, and he loved it. He loved that she knew just how to make him horny.

Tonight, Donnie was sitting on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Usually, around this time, [Name] would call him on the phone. She'd ramble about whatever had happened after he walked her home from school. Sometimes she'd make plans for them to hang out. But tonight was different, it was already half past 11 and she hadn't called. Donnie payed attention to her daily routine and habits. He knew that by 7:30, she would be out of the shower. What was taking so long? Donnie was pulled from his thoughts when he saw the light of [Names] room turn on. Fortunately for him, her window was in the perfect position, just right for him to see. It wasn't unusual for him to look at her through the window. Sometimes he'd just watch her do her homework or dance around listening to music. Donnie leaned out his window, wanting a closer look. There, he saw [Name] dripping wet, hair damp. It seemed as though she had just finished her shower. Her body was wrapped in a towel that barely covered her ass. Donnie could feel his heart beating and his palms sweating, just the thought of what was underneath that towel made blood rush to his dick.

Suddenly, she took off the towel. Oh my fuck Donnie thought to himself. He had only ever dreamed of a moment like this. [Name] bent over to pick up the towel, her perfect pussy right in the window frame. Donnie took out his cock, already leaking with precum. She hung up the towel, standing on her tippy toes to reach the hook on the back of her door. As she came down, her tits jiggled. Donnies cock throbbed at the sight of this. She was so clueless, how could she not have realized her window was wide open? Doesn't she know that theres perverts looking for cute girls to stalk?

The way [Name] pranced around her room naked made Donnie extremely horny. She hadn't a clue in the world that her best friend was jerking off his dick to the sight of her. Donnies face felt hot, his head was spinning. Was this really happening? He didn't care, all he cared about was cumming to the thought of [Names] cluelessness. She did little chores like picking up clothes and straightening up her vanity. Donnie wondered if she always did this while naked. Eh, who cares. He was getting a wonderful show. He stroked his dick faster, staring at her body. He thought of all the things he'd do to her. He wanted her to ride him while he sucked on her boobs. He wanted to fuck her from the back, watching her ass ripple as he slammed into her. Suddenly, [Name] threw on an oversized t-shirt. Donnie sighed, letting go of his dick. [Name] plopped down on her bed, legs kicking in the air. Her ass had just so happened to be facing the window.

Donnie looked closely, and realized she had no panties on. "Fuck, that might be hotter than seeing her naked" he mumbled. He began to jerk off again, staring at her pussy. If she hadn't put panties on, then that must mean she sleeps without them. This made Donnies brain turn into putty. He thought of sneaking into [Names] room and seeing her asleep. He'd pull up her shirt, exposing her perfect tits. And then he would absolutely destroy her pussy. He'd stick a finger in as he licked her clit. After that, he'd put his fat cock inside of it, being gentle to make sure she doesn't wake up. She'd toss and turn, thinking she was just having a wet dream. But oh no no, it would be her best friend fucking her. Donnie thought about this plan more and more, until he was groaning and his legs were shaking. Thick white ropes of cum spurted out from his dick, still throbbing. He shut his eyes tight, the pleasure almost sharp. This wasnt the first time or the last time he'd fucked himself while thinking of her.

When Donnie opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There [Name] laid, her finger inside her pussy. She thrusted it in and out of her, one hand squeezing her tit and the other fingering her cunt. She bucked her hips, and maybe Donnie was crazy, but he swore it looked like she was mouthing his name.

Oh boy, Donnies cock was gonna hurt in the morning.

(dis was my first time writing smut guys i hoped u like :3 sorry it was kinda long lol idk how to write nd mb for typos ts is not proofread)

[lenacosse]

hiii !!! could you please write about jake peralta, preferably smut with a dominant reader?:)

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pairing: jake peralta x fem reader

cw: smut, dominant reader

wc: 1,541

a/n: hope you enjoy this, for anyone who’s left requests please bare with me. im writing here and there, ive been preoccupied and struggle to find motivation, ive rosa diaz, amy santiago, another jake fic and a james potter fic to come plus any other requests i have coming soon i hope :)

‘i just got some real good news from work boy

you can’t imagine what i’m bout to say

it’s so hard to hold back, baby

i’m so excited i can hardly wait’

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You nervously fix your skirt for the fifth time, smoothing it over obsessively trying to perfect your appearance. You knew it wasn’t going to change the outcome of your meeting but nevertheless here you were, panicking over the subtle crease of your skirt.

“(Y/L/N)?” Called out the friendly face of the sectary, “Mr Jones will see you now.”

You nod and stand up, you take a shaky breath and continue down the familiar path to your bosses office. Usually you were so confident, so sure of yourself yet this was no average meeting. This meeting would determine your future. You reach his office and frantically wipe your sweaty palms on your jacket in attempt to dry them, once semi satisfied you knock and open the door.

“(Y/N) please have a seat,” Mr Jones smiles, motioning to the seat. You sit down. “Im going to cut to the chase here, you are an excellent contributor to our team.”

“Thank you.”

“These last four years I’ve seen a real shift in our overall work environment, clientele, partners, work ethic and most importantly inner work relationships.” He smiles and gets out a piece of paper. “I’m not offering you the standard promotion. I’m appointing you head of department, this will be a rather enormous change but I see potential in you. You are the heart of my company and it’s about time you get praised.”

You heart has practically stopped at this point, never did you ever see yourself in such a role. It took all your willpower not to crack into an obnoxious smile that broke all professional expectations, instead you politely thanked him and signed your new contract. Getting to your car was a blur, but here you now sit in the parking lot grinning like an idiot. Of course the only reasonable thing to do was call your boyfriend.

“Hey baby, hope I’m not interrupting.” Your voice sounds.

“Nah, perfect timing just done a huge drug bust now we’re on our way back to the precinct.”

“Well done, who you with?”

“Rosa,”

“Hey,” a third voice said, you instantly recognised it as Rosa.

“Hi Rosa,”

“You had your interview right?” Jake asked, diverting the conversation.

“I did,”

“Well? Tell me.”

“I got some real good new. However it’s a surprise.”

“Oh come on! Tell me I want to know already,”

“You really wanna know? You’ll have to wait.”

“Fine. When are you telling me?”

“Tonight. Come straight from work,”

“Cool cool cool. See you then.”

“Bye.”

You end the call and drive back to home, you felt out of this world. Being so young and successful never felt so good, you were undoubtedly a baller.

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By the time Jake got off work you cleaned your apartment and got real dressed up. After all tonight was no ordinary night, you finish the last of your glass of wine as your buzzer goes. In an instant you buzz Jake in and wait by the door. The door opens and there he stands, wine and flowers in hand. You couldn’t control the shit eating smile that spread across your face.

“Hey you,” you stepped aside to let him in.

Jake handed you the flowers and placed a kiss to your cheek. “So… tell me. I’m dying to know.”

“Is that so?” You wink and make your way to the kitchen, placing your flowers into a vase.

“Yes.” Jake’s arms wrap around your waist pulling you into him, his warm breath on your neck makes you shudder.

“How badly do you want to know?”

“So badly baby, need to spoil you.”

You smirk and turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands naturally falling to your hips.

“You’re looking at the head of department.”

“Head of department?! That’s great. I’m so proud of you.” Jake gushed, the act making your cheeks flush.

“I get to boss people around.” You grin, biting your lip.

“Bet you’ll love that.” Jake teases.

“I will, but it’s just that.” You dramatically frown. “I need more practice.”

“Really?” He pulls you closer.

You kiss at his neck, sucking softly on the skin before licking a stripe to his jawline and moving to his ear.

“I think I lead you into my bedroom.” You whisper.

“I think that’s a good idea.” His voice soft and gentle.

You take his hand and lead him into your bedroom. In an instant you push him against the wall and begin to undo his shirt, after removing it you go back to his neck peppering kisses all over.

“Get onto the bed Peralta,” you order, your voice dripping with demand. Of course he obliges and sits on your bed.

You smirk and make your way to him, you straddle him and run your hand through his tousled hair. You slowly rock your hips, grinding up against him. A soft whimper comes from him.

“You’ve been so supportive, and so good to me. I’m going to treat you so well.” You whisper.

Jake looks at you, his expression was one you’ve never seen before. So utterly love stricken and submissive for you, the expression itself was enough to get you going but you had to regulate yourself. You press your lips to his, kissing him passionately as your tongues danced together. Slowly you pulled back and stroked his cheek before getting off his lap, you took a second to look at his lap, you bit your lip at the sight of his hard-on. You undone the zipper on your dress and dropped it to the floor revealing your lacy underwear and matching bralet.

“You’re so perfect,” Jake said as his hand reached out to bring you back.

You straddled him again and pushed him flat against the bed. You moved with him and groaned as he caressed your ass and thighs, the heat building between your thighs. You attached your lips to his collarbone, not holding back from marking him. This solidified your presence, the idea of him being yours was enough to cure your problems. You got off Jake’s lap and kneeled beside him, you undone his belt and he kicked off his trousers. You bit your lip at the sight before you, through his boxers you could see his very hard dick begging to be released. You palmed him through the fabric watching as his face contoured in pleasure.

“Please baby..”

“Please what? Need to talk Peralta.”

“Please use your mouth,”

You smirked in response and pulled off his boxers, his needy cock aggressively swinging out. Slowly you put your lips to his tip, you took half of him in your mouth and very slowly moved your head. You swirled your tongue gently over his tip then pulled back.

“Tell me how much you need me.” You teased as you slowly stroked his base, gentle moans falling from his mouth in response.

“I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Thinking about how much- mmm, I want your mouth on me, or how much I need to feel you around me.”

“Is that right?” You taunt, your voice thick with a tone of seduction. Your hand got faster around Jake, pleasuring him more and more by the second.

“Yes- fuck. That’s right- need you so bad.” His voice was a straight moan, a moan which you couldn’t help but be desperate for.

You lowered your head again and wrapped your lips around him, you hollowed your cheeks and moved your head. Doing exactly what he likes, his hands held your hair- only encouraging you further. His moans got more desperate and breathless indicating he’s close. You pulled back and sat up right. You took your remaining clothes off and straddled him again. Your lips went to his as your hand went into his hand. The other guided his cock to your entrance. You slid down on him and immediately started moving, you gripped his hair letting curses of pleasure escape your lips as you gripped onto the headboard. You looked down to Jake who’s eyes were full of pure pleasure and bliss, his desperate moans filled the room as did the sound of your bed hitting the wall.

“You feel so good,” you moaned, sending a chain of praises to your sex-drunk boyfriend. You rocked your hips faster the pleasure building increasingly as you chased that feeling.

You gripped the headboard with both hands as your whole body shook in pleasure. Your vision was spotting and your mind was foggy, the only thing registering was the ecstasy you were feeling. The coil tightened even further until you came with a deafening moan, Jake was right after you gripping your hips as his breath shuddered. Slowly you climbed off him and lay beside him. You looked at him, taking in his beauty, his eyes were glassy and his lips were swollen.

He turned to you with a bashful smile, “get promoted more often.”

You rolled you eye not fighting off the grin that was cracking through, you moved into him resting your head on his chest as your hands stroked his hair. Nothing but contentment overcame you, Jake was home to you and on days like this where there’s happiness there’s no one you’d rather share it with.

[yunotrbl]

stay like this forever

pairing: dad!jaehyun x reader

w.c: 1.1k

genre - fluff. lots of it.

summary: you and jaehyun are preparing for and celebrating your son's fifth birthday.

note: this is my first time posting on here.. and it's probably not my best because i had to cook something up rq..

Both you and Jaehyun watched as the clock struck midnight, exchanging gentle smiles afterward. 

It was officially your son’s fifth birthday, and both of you were feeling a whirlwind of emotions. How had it been five years already? You remembered the day as if it were yesterday—the fear, the excitement, and the pure joy all at once. You recalled how happy Jaehyun had been, the smile on his face when he held his son for the first time. His boy.

Tears filled your eyes as you thought about it. It took so much effort to bring a healthy baby boy into this world. It took even more work to build this perfect little family—two beautiful children with the best parents they could ever ask for. Your heart felt so full.

 “Our baby is growing up on us, huh?” he chuckled, pulling you into a hug as he noticed the pout forming on your face. “He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. So is our baby girl.” He glanced at the baby monitor sitting on the coffee table, your daughter still sound asleep.

Jaehyun was in the middle of helping you decorate the living room and kitchen for your son to see when he woke up—a tradition that Jaehyun had shown you from his own childhood, and one you had grown to love. 

“Doesn’t feel like that was five years ago. Look at my baby,” your voice shook as you looked at his birthday pictures over the years, scattered across the table. He had inherited his dad’s entire face. At first, you might have been a little jealous, but over time, you grew to love it, and so did Jaehyun.

“He’s handsome like his daddy,” Jaehyun replied, and you didn’t even need to look back to know he was smiling. You nudged his shoulder playfully, rolling your eyes as you wiped your tears, focusing on the task at hand—wrapping gifts in the colorful spiderman paper your son picked out days before.

He was a pretty simple kid for his age, asking for just a few toys and a Polaroid camera. But you and Jaehyun, being the parents you are, planned an entire day dedicated to him. After all, he deserved it. He was truly amazing.

Once you both finished decorating, you stepped back to admire your work. 

“How many kids like Spider-Man these days?” you asked. It seemed like every kid did, but at least this year you could actually find decorations, unlike last year when Jaehyun went through hell and back to find cookie decorations to give your son the sugar cookie party he wanted. The thought made you giggle.

“I don’t know, probably all of them. Spider-Man is pretty cool,” Jaehyun replied with a warm smile, pulling you closer until your foreheads gently touched. The corners of your lips lifted into a smile that mirrored his joy. 

“What’s with that look?” you asked, playfully teasing him as his dimples made their appearance, more prominent than usual. 

With a tender grip, he took both of your hands in his and said, “Thank you for giving me the greatest gift of my life. He’s absolutely perfect, just like his mama.” 

Your heart fluttered at the compliment, and a wave of emotion swelled within you, causing your bottom lip to quiver. “Dammit, Jae,” you whined, burying your face into his shoulder to hide the tears that threatened to spill. He chuckled softly, a sound that felt like a warm embrace, and pressed a gentle kiss to your head, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“Let’s head to bed, ‘kay? You’re especially emotional tonight,” he suggested, a playful grin stretching across his face as he continued to rock you ever so slightly. “At this rate, your tears are going to fill up the whole room like Spongebob,” he joked, bursting into laughter at his own silly comparison.

“You’re so lame,” you replied with a laugh, playfully nudging his shoulder again before taking his hand and leading him up the stairs, shutting the lights off.

—-

The next morning, the sun's warm rays filtered through the curtains as you trailed behind Jaehyun into your son’s room, the camera clutched tightly in your hands. Jaehyun was balancing a beautifully decorated cupcake adorned with a flickering candle, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. Birthdays were really his favorite days of the year, and it showed.

As he pulled open the blinds, the soft morning light flooded the room, gently rousing your son from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes groggily, mouth forming a confused little pout. When his gaze landed on the two of you, he squinted against the brightness, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.  

You settled beside him on his bed, rubbing his back, while Jaehyun knelt down infront of him, holding the cupcake aloft. 

As your son’s sleepy eyes widened in realization, a radiant smile spread across his face, lighting up the room like the sunshine itself. He instinctively covered his mouth with his small hands, his cheeks turning a warm shade of pink from the surprise.

You let Jaehyun take the lead as you both sang "Happy Birthday," giggling at your son’s shy reactions.

“Happy birthday, dear Sunjae! Happy birthday to you!” The excitement in your voices filled the room, and his face lit up even more. With a quick breath, he blew out the candle on his cupcake, his happiness shining through as he pulled you both into a tight hug.

In a playful tone, Jaehyun gently rubbed little Sunjae’s back and whispered, “Happy birthday, sweet boy.” 

You leaned in and showered Sunjae with kisses on his cheeks, your heart bursting as his giggles filled the air like music. “We love you so much, little peach,” you said, your voice warm and full of love, soaking in this perfect moment together. 

Sunjae started to squeal as his baby sister rushed in after hearing all the commotion. She dropped her stuffed bunny at the door and jumped onto the bed with him, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“Happy birthday, Sunny!” she exclaimed, pushing you and Jaehyun aside as she squeezed her brother tighter. Their bodies rolled over on the bed, and they both burst out laughing.

“Aren’t you the sweetest girl ever?” Jaehyun asked, smiling at your two little ones.

“She gets it from you,” you replied, and the way he smiled at you said everything.

He was happy, you were happy, and your babies were happy. How lucky were you to share this moment with the person you love most and the two children you created together?

[ahoycaptainautumn]

Fated Mates Part 3

Synopsis: you, a vengeful vampire slayer, cross paths with the devious and handsome Astarion. Instead of a stake through the heart, Astarion finds something he thought impossible for vampire spawn. A mate.

Astarion learns more on vampiric mates while you do odd jobs in town. Scraping up enough money your merry gang gets to rest well tonight. Though there’s only one problem, there’s only one bed.

It took another two days before your merry band finally made it to the first town. More hours of Gale’s snores and sleep talking of magical items. Or the way Karlach randomly set fire to something now twice in her sleep. Wyll played some tune non stop on a ukulele you swear just to annoy you. Not to mention the bickering and fighting when they were awake. After getting no sleep you demanded to the group that you would all pitch in and do some odd jobs to afford a stay at a tavern for a night. Anything to give you a chance at relaxation and a soft mattress. Everyone agreed to meet at the town square at the beginning of sundown. The hours before that were up to each entirely.

You first went into the town square in hopes of finding someone to offer you an easy quest for a fee. Perusing the marketplace you find a dressmaker eager to find someone for help.

“My my my! You’re perfect for the job! I was just in need of some help, thank the Gods! I need you to run to this store and grab the fabric on hold for Marteen, then meet me at my shop after the market closes.” He hands you a wrinkled piece of paper with the name of the shop on it. You nod your thanks and head out to said shop.

Astarion immediately abandoned the idea of doing some side quest and instead goes to find the local bookkeeper. The town was quaint in size but he hoped large enough to have some of a selection on what he was looking for. 200 years as a vampire and still his knowledge of vampirism was slim to none. Most of it from passing mouths. Fellow spawn were more than likely in his similar predicament and just as naive to the ways of the vampire world. Anyone higher on the food chain wasn’t keen on educating. Here and there in his travels for prey he heard whispers of things. Knowledge of vampire mates was mostly rumor, common gossip with no real evidence. Astarion had only met one other vampire to have met his mate. At the time the bond seemed weak to him. A cause for a future exploitation. A bother. He never believed himself to be plagued with such nonsense and had not thought to ask more of it. Astarion made his way up the old brick library steps and into the establishment. Years of neglect were evident in every crevice of the place. Spiderwebs littered every corner and shelves of books were caked with years of dust. Astarion tried his best to hide his disgust and made his way to the front desk. An old human woman sat slouched in her chair dozing off. Astarion cleared his throat, waking the woman. She fixed her overly large glasses before squinting up at Astarion. He gives his most award winning smile in return.

“How can I help you stranger?” She croaks.

“I was wondering if you had anything on a special type of creature? A vampire perhaps?” Astarion asks nicely. Her bushy brows furrow in confusion.

“Sorry, things of that nature need special clearance given by the governor. Something about too many impressionable kids trying to bite one another.” She waves her hand away as she finishes talking. She goes to turn away from him as Astarions hand darts across the desk. His thumb and forefinger caress the old woman’s chin as he gently turns her head back to him. Astarion leans close, breath mingling with the librarians. With his best bedroom eyes Astarion pleads once again.

“Please dear? I swear I shan’t be more than a moment.” The woman’s face lights up beet red as she flusters under his touch.

“I mean- I- well I mean- if if if you really won’t be more than a second than I guess it’s okay.” She stutters out.

“Perfect. Just point me in the direction, love.” Astarion purrs. The woman scuffles from behind her desk and grabs a set of keys from her pocket. Astarion follows as she leads him further into the library towards an old vault door. With a turn of a key she guides him to the shelving labeled V.

“Please don’t be long, my boss will be around any moment!” She giggles behind her wrinkled hand. Her blush still evident as she walks away. Astarions face drops back to a resting neutral once she’s out of sight and he makes his way through the novels. There are only a few books pertaining to vampires. His fingers slide over titles of “How to Properly Slay a Vampire” and “Vampire Bites for Medical Use”. None contain anything about mates. A growl of frustration leaves him before he’s manically ripping through books across the shelves. Books and scrolls fly through the air before Astarions rage stops in its tracks. Mid throw Astarion reads the title of the small book in his hand. “Mates in Five Different Species: Fate Driven Partnership”. Astarion just about rips the book open before he hears the patter of the woman’s footsteps coming closer. He rushes out the door and slams it behind him. The woman jumps at his sudden movements just outside the chambers.

“You have been so lovely, thank you. I must go, good day!” Astarion shouts over his shoulder before dashing outside. The woman’s shriek at his mess is the last he hears as he makes for the door and rounds the corner. Finding a secluded alleyway, Astarion makes himself comfortable on top of a wooden crate and cracks open the book.

Vampiric Mates:

Vampire mating is a rarity within the species. Only about an average of 31% of vampires have mates. Of that 31% only 3% of their mates were non-vampire in manner. Courtship of mates in vampires comes within three stages: sight, taste, consummation. The beginnings of the mating correspond with the first mutual stare between the partners. Mating is then felt in its entirety with a touch of either lips or genitalia. Finally, the mate bond is accepted for eternity with consummation of the partnership.

Astarions eyebrows shoot up as he reads. He had already completed two damned steps without even realizing.

Though the “feeling” of a mate may differ slightly from vampire to vampire, similarities are shown throughout each recorded mating. Feelings of a something similar to a cord “tightening” is usually the most common sign. Feelings of falling, fainting or loss of emotions momentarily have also been recorded. It is believed to be innate to each vampire to recognize a mate once seen.

Astarion thinks back to the shared bargain kiss you had made a few nights earlier. The feeling of a band wrapping and tightening in his core. The way he felt his stomach drop. He had thought himself nauseous from not drinking enough but in reality he knew he was denying it. Denying the feeling he felt with that first look. Something so ingrained biologically he couldn’t shoo it away. He flips to the section labeled “Vampire Mates: Other Species Mate”.

Mates of a vampire not already afflicted with vampirism upon meeting may be at a disadvantage. Though similar feelings may be present they will not be as strong as they are for the vampire mate. The mate also may not feel the same feelings of possessiveness and aching as the vampire mate will. Non vampire mates may not inherently realize what has happened without further education.

Astarion reads the last sentence several times over. You didn’t even know. He could continue on this little adventure and you would never be the wiser of what was unfolding between the two of you. A large part of Astarion was glad, gleeful even, to not have to worry about this further. But a small, quiet and forgotten part of his brain felt remorse at the thought. Astarion was about to continue to read through the entire section before he noticed the beginnings of the sunset. Realizing he would be meeting back with your party shortly, Astarion leaps from his seat on the crate and moves through the alleyways. He knows if he shows up empty handed you won’t let him hear the end of it. He knows your still deciding on whether or not you want to plant your stake right into his heart anyhow. Moving through side streets and back alleys Astarion moves with grace between drunks and gamblers. Swift and nimble, his hands dip into their pockets and empty them of any useful change. With a bit of money to his name, Astarion takes a main road back to the square. Though an image to his right stops him in his tracks, you.

A bit earlier -

Fabrics in hand, you huff down the street to Marteens shop. The fabric store was on the very outskirts of town. Nothing more than an old witch with a spindle, calling it a shop was a bit excessive. Though the lady was kind enough, you spent far too much time to get there as well as listen to the old woman gab as she got your order together. You finally step up to Marteen’s Dress Shop and softly knock on the door. Large floor to ceiling windows show the interior from the front. Mannequins dressed in beautiful floor length gowns adorn the left and right side. A small podium sits in the middle awaiting a blushing bride to try on her future gown. Marteen opens the door and beams at you.

“Please come in, come in!” He waves you in. He helps unload the several bits of fabric from your grasp. Luxurious rolls of dark blood red fabric, black lace, and golden trimmings leave your hands. You help bring everything else into the shop. Marteen unloads the rolls onto a long table next to the front podium. You stand next to him admiring the cloths.

“It really is beautiful.” You whisper, more to the fabrics than the man. He smiles at you as he grabs a mostly made dress from his back room. The same fabric is made into a long gown in his arms. A tight black bodice corsets the top as gold accents the sides. Crimson fabric layers on top of eachother at the bottom as it bellows out into a sweep gown.

“Before you go, could I ask you one more job? I’ll throw in a few extra coin!” Marteen asks.

“Sure, what can I get you next?” You ask.

“This dress, it’s for my daughter. It’s nearly complete save the sleeves and a bit of patching in the back. You look about her size, mind being my model? I’d ask her, but it’s a bit of a surprise.” You really hadn’t expected that. It had been a very very long time since you worn something so exquisite. Back before your parents had been murdered. Back when your father threw elegant balls for nothing more than to fill the manor with good company and better wine. Back before life became what it is. You shake the thought before they take hold.

“Sure why not.” You shrug.

Cinched into the velvet fabric feels like a dream against your skin. Marteen expertly sewed beautiful bell bottom sleeves with black lace endings onto each arm. Gold is hemmed in the sides to accentuate your curves. Flowing black ribbon ties in the bodice tightly. Marteen smiles broadly, proud of himself. You do a small twirl at his command and watch the fabric flow with your movements. You can’t help the giggle that takes over you as you sway.

“It’s perfect! Absolutely perfect!” Marteen glows.

“It is! It’s absolutely perfe-“ your words die half way through your throat when through the front glass you see a gawking Astarion. Shame and anger sweep over your momentary glee. You clench your hands and jaw as you stare him down. A smug look takes over his face as he watches you. Marteen comes and looks over your shoulder.

“Oh, is that your betrothed?” He asks innocently. You can’t help the sarcastic laugh that leaves your lips.

“As if! Never in a million lifetimes.” You reply coldly, eyes narrowing. Marteen gives you a puzzled look.

“By the way he looks at you in that dress, I would have thought otherwise.” Marteen tosses over his shoulder.

—

Astarion had good intentions, brilliant and easy intentions. Seduce you, con you, but never fall for you. To overcome the illness of being mated. He was determined, arrogant even in his belief that this mating was nothing more than a silly joke from the universe. He could get over a few fleeting feelings, he had endured much worse in centuries of slavery and solitude. But those resolutions all but melt away at the sight of you. He watches you twirl in a dress fit for a vampiric queen. Blood red accentuating your body, long fabric flowing with your movements. An easy smile gracing your lips. That familiar coil in his chest begged his attention once again. An ache fills his long canines to sink into the soft nape of your neck. All he could do was stare at your form, the way your lips looked so mesmerizing in that easy smile. An animalistic urge shook him with the thought that that smile should be for him, not some gown maker. The thought vanished as quickly as it comes as you find his stare and match it with a look that could kill. Gods, this was going to be harder than he thought.

-

Redressed, you collect your payment and meet Astarion out in the front of the shop. He gives you a fake saddened look.

“Here I was out doing honest work and you’re trying on gowns. Really, (y/n) you outta be ashamed.” He tuts at you. You wag your finger in his face.

“I was doing work blood sucker! Besides, there isn’t a way in the 9 realms of hell you did any honest work.” You accuse him. At your words Astarion pulls the money he had collected from his pocket. Your finger stops mid wag as you look at the coins in his hand.

“Now now now, nothing to say little killer? What will the others think when I tell them?” Astarion muses. He starts to make his way towards the center of town. It takes you a moment to catch up with him.

“You are not to tell them anything! Do you hear me, or so help me-“ you threaten.

“Or what, drive a stake through my heart? Last time you tried that you ended up kissing me. Really you need to learn better threats.” Astarion teases. You swear you see red. You just about open your mouth before Astarions face comes smack dab in front of yours.

“Besides dear, we both know you need me more than you want to kill me.” He whispers to you. You stare him down fighting the urge to hit him with all your strength. All it does is make his cocky smile grow bigger. An awkward throat clearing brings the two of you apart as Gale stands in front of you.

“Hmm well if you’re all done with your lover's quarrel, we were going to put our money together.” You want to argue that a lovers quarrel was very very far from the truth but you instead take role. Counting the money together you think you have enough for all of you to grab a bunk for the night. You had spotted an inn earlier and lead the group towards it.

-

The inn was one of the larger buildings in the area. It hosted a tavern on its first floor, home to beer drinking and dinner. The next two stories were dedicated to rentals. Thankfully, there was just enough space for two to a room with a small bed for each. Everyone argued who was going to bunk with you. Given your earlier appearances everyone had already voted you and Astarion to a room. You just about lost your head in front of the kind old inn woman.

“Come on, the lovers can share a romantic evening together!” Karlach teased.

“There is no lovers and there will be no romance!” You seethe.

“Honestly, I mean Gods knows I can do better.” Astarion chimes in.

“Now what is that suppose to mean-“ you turn your attention to the white haired Vampire. He raises his hands in mock defense.

“Aw the lovers are fighting again.” Shadowheart replies. The old woman behind the desk gives a small chuckle.

“Oh deary, I completely understand. You two need a special room. Here darling, on the house. Last door on the right.” The woman gives a set of keys over to you. You thank her for her understanding and set off in the direction she gave you. Astarion is on your heels as you ascend to the rental rooms on the third floor. The rest get together with their designated partner for the night and set off to their rooms for the night. You set the key to the lock and turn it.

“I hope you know I’ll be getting the largest bed, beauty sleep needed and all.” Astarion quips. You don’t have the function to respond as you peer into the room. The room is massive. There’s a beautiful fainting couch overlooking large windows peering into the valley below. Velvet curtains hang in the windows. A fire roars off to the left corner in a stone fireplace. A plush bear rug lines the middle of the space. And right there, dead center, is only one large king bed.

Part one here

Part four here

[jojosbizzarewife]

Bruno Bucciarati - Stuck on You

The gang had just returned from a mission, everyone looking exhausted. While you were watching the others head up to bed Bruno suddenly appeared behind you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, nuzzling the side of your neck.

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” you whisper to him, your hand coming up to hold his cheek.

“I am….but being with you makes me feel better.” His voice was low and soft, almost a whisper.

“I’m glad I can make you feel better, but maybe you should get some sleep.”

“I have some paperwork I have to do first.” He chucked against your ear. “But I’d rather spend time with you.” He nuzzles your neck again, kissing just below your ear.

“I’m not getting blamed when you don’t finish your work again. Why don’t you go and do some paperwork then, and I will make you some food.”

He paused as you offered dinner. “You drive a hard bargain, you know that? Alright, I accept your terms. But only if we also watch a movie – of my choice – tonight.” He let’s out a small huff, having lost the coin toss the last 3 movie nights.

“Okay, I promise, Mister Pout”

He let’s out a mock scoff, acting offended by the nickname, trying to conceal his smile and pushing out his bottom lip. “I do not pout.”

“You are currently pouting… Now go do some work.”

He chuckled, giving you a squeeze before finally relenting and letting go. He took a step back reluctantly. He smirked at you and walked over to his desk, starting to sort through the paperwork.

An hour ticked by, and eventually Bruno was able to get through a decent amount of his paperwork. The pile still seemed high to him, taunting him. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. Just as he was about to abandon his work, he caught a whiff of something delicious. His stomach rumbled and his lips curled into a smile.

He pushed himself up from his chair, his stack of papers long forgotten as his attention was pulled towards the tantalizing smells. He made his way over to the kitchen. As he walked through the doorway, he took in the scene before him. The table was set with plates, a bottle of wine, lit candles, and the dinner you made.

His heart fluttered as he took in the sight. Beautiful and romantic. He let out a soft breath, his eyes roaming the table before settling his gaze on you.

“What do you think? You seemed tired, so I wanted to do something nice for you.”

He smiled, his eyes lingering on the romantic setting. “It’s beautiful. You didn’t have to go to all the trouble though, dear. But I do appreciate it. You’re too good to me.” He walks over to you and pulls you into a hug.

You both sit down to eat, enjoying the meal you made. Chatting and making jokes, just enjoying each others company after a long day.

“I hope you’re ready for my movie pick tonight, darling. I’m thinking something scary.” He says, his expression mischievous.

“I’m sorry, what’s a movie? I don’t know what that is… I don’t think I’ll like it – I’ll pass.” You tease him.

“You know what movies are, you cheeky one….Don’t try to fool me. You’re just pretending so you can torment me.” He lets out an exasperated sigh, half-amused. He couldn’t help but smile at your antics.

“Oh you got me”

He chuckled at you. “Yes, I did. I always do. You know you can’t lie to me.” He looks down at his plate. “You know you really outdid yourself with this meal. It’s all very romantic, and it means a lot to me.” He reaches out and gently takes your hand.

“I know, I really went all out for you. I set some impressive girlfriend standards” You raise your eyebrows at him.

He chuckled, his expression growing fond as he squeezes your hand gently. “You really do… I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be with someone so amazing and sweet. You set some high standards. I don’t think anyone could top what a perfect girlfriend you are.”

“You better not go looking either.”

He let out another small laugh, his expression growing smug. “I wouldn’t dream of it…I have no intention of looking at anyone else when I’ve got the most amazing girlfriend right in front of me, spoiling me with romantic dinners.”

“Oh, you’re so obsessed with me, you should just marry me already.”

He paused a moment at your words, his expression morphing from playful to slightly shocked. He had not expected that. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took a deep breath to steady himself. “Are you…are you proposing to me right now, dear?”

“Eh…Maybe…”

He let out a small chuckle. His smile growing wider with a hint of playful sarcasm. “Maybe? You’re just maybe proposing to me?”

“Well, I want to be able to take it back if you say no.”

His expression softened somewhat as your response dawned on him. He was touched by your hesitation, but also found it quite amusing. “Afraid I’m going to say no to you?”

“Maybe a little…what if you don’t want to be proposed to?”

He smiled but didn’t respond. Feigning contemplation just to add to your nerves. He knew you were just playing, but he couldn’t resist making you squirm a bit.

“I mean… I know traditionally the guy asks… so I don’t know…”

He chucked again, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he leaned forward. “So, you’re breaking tradition, huh? You’re not afraid of being too forward?”

“…I know what I want.”

He smiled again his expression growing more affectionate as you spoke. “You do, huh?” His voice growing softer and more serious.

“Okay…I know this started as a silly joke, but if you keep avoiding the answer I am actually going to pass out.”

He chuckled again, your anxiety and nerves making his smile widen more to see you flustered over him. “You know I could never say no to you. Of course I want to marry you.”

“Really?”

He smiled, a touch of exasperation as he spoke. “Of course, really. You’re the only one for me. Why would I ever say no to marrying the most amazing, sweet, loving girlfriend who spoils me with romantic dinners?”

“Fiancé, not girlfriend now”

He chuckled, his smile growing wider as he thought of the new title you could give yourselves. He reached out and gently grasped your chin. “You’re right…. Fiancé. My future wife.”

[liora-vespera]

Diary of Deceit - Taehyung Oneshot

Genre :

Dark romance

Warning :

Manipulation, Dominance, Forced Marriage

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The Kim mansion was an imposing structure, standing tall amidst acres of land, its grandeur never quite hiding the unsettling quiet that lingered in the air. Hyunjae, now 21, had grown up within these walls, but it had never truly felt like home. He was used to the wealth and the luxury, but the mansion always seemed like it was hiding something—something dark, something buried beneath the surface.

His parents, Taehyung and Y/N, were the picture of perfect love. But there was always an odd distance between them. Despite their outward happiness, Hyunjae couldn't shake the feeling that there were secrets he was never meant to know.

On that stormy evening, as the wind howled outside, Hyunjae, intent on finishing a university paper, found himself in the library of the mansion. The large, open space was his favorite sanctuary—dusty shelves full of ancient books, the faint smell of aged paper, and the quiet solitude of it all. But tonight, it felt different.

While searching for a specific book, Hyunjae’s eyes landed on one shelf. He had passed it countless times but never paid it any attention. Tonight, however, something about it drew him in. One of the shelves was slightly askew. His curiosity piqued, Hyunjae reached out to adjust it—and the unexpected happened.

With a faint click and a groan, the shelf moved, revealing a hidden passage behind it. A shiver ran down his spine, his breath catching in his throat.

“What in the world?” Hyunjae muttered, his heart pounding as he stepped inside the narrow, dimly lit passage.

The passage led down a long, winding staircase that seemed ancient, its steps creaking underfoot. At the bottom, there was a door—old, worn, and slightly ajar. Hyunjae could feel his pulse quicken as he approached, unsure of what he would find.

He pushed the door open, revealing a small, secret room.

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The room was cold and musty, its walls lined with shelves filled with personal belongings—books, photographs, old trinkets. The place was far from what one might expect from the rest of the mansion, which was always pristine and meticulously maintained. But this room felt different—secretive, intimate, as if it had been untouched for years.

His eyes swept across the room, finally landing on the center of it all—a large wooden table. Upon it, neatly placed in the center, was a leather-bound diary. The sight of it sent a strange chill through Hyunjae as he stepped closer, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

The diary was familiar. He’d seen it before—his father’s handwriting. He picked it up hesitantly, the weight of the leather book pressing in his hands. With a deep breath, he opened it, unsure of what he was about to uncover.

The first page was filled with his father's familiar scrawl.

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“It was the village that drew me in. She was unlike anyone I’d ever met. Y/N—fragile, innocent, untouched by the world I came from. I had to have her.”

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Hyunjae’s fingers tightened around the diary as his eyes skimmed the words. His heart raced as he continued reading.

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“She was helping an elderly woman when I first saw her. It was a sight I’ll never forget—the way the light danced around her like something from a dream. She had this softness about her that I couldn’t resist. I knew she was different from the others, and that’s why I became obsessed.”

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The more Hyunjae read, the more his heart sank. His father’s obsession with his Y/N, the woman who would become his mother, had been far darker than he had ever imagined. Taehyung’s attraction to her wasn’t based on love or even desire—it was a need to possess something pure, something untouched.

Taehyung had been a man of power and wealth, accustomed to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. But when he saw Y/N, he was confronted with a kind of innocence he had never encountered before. She was different from all the women he had been with—naive, kind, unaware of the games he played.

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“I had to make her mine. I couldn’t let her slip away. I used my power, my money, my influence. I made it impossible for her to say no.”

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Taehyung’s manipulation had begun slowly, subtly. He had approached Y/N’s grandparents with a marriage proposal, but they had rejected him outright, not trusting the man who seemed too polished, too perfect to be real. Her grandfather had seen through Taehyung’s facade and had refused to let his granddaughter marry someone like him. But Taehyung was not the type to be refused.

He made their lives difficult—business deals were canceled, supplies were withheld, and slowly, the village began to struggle. The pressure mounted, and Y/N’s grandparents, desperate for her to be taken care of, eventually caved to Taehyung’s demands.

Y/N’s grandmother, fearing for Y/N’s future, finally agreed to the marriage. She had no other choice, but she made one last request.

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“Take care of her, Taehyung. She’s all I have left.”

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Hyunjae felt the room spin as he read the words. His mother had been forced into an arranged marriage—a marriage that, from the outside, seemed like a fairytale. But the truth was far darker. His father had used his wealth and power to bend Y/N to his will, trapping her in a life that wasn’t her choice.

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Y/N had no idea what she was walking into. She was young, innocent, and unaware of the manipulation that had taken place behind the scenes. She had grown up with nothing but the love of her grandparents and a small sense of freedom in the village. To her, the marriage was simply a way to survive—to have someone to care for her after the loss of her family.

Her grandmother had made her promise to obey, to respect her husband, but Y/N had no understanding of the depths of Taehyung’s obsession. She had entered the marriage with no expectations other than to be a dutiful wife.

Taehyung, for his part, had convinced himself that he loved her. In his twisted way, he truly believed that he loved Y/N. But love, in his eyes, had always been a form of possession. He controlled every part of her life—how she dressed, what she did, even who she saw. He kept her isolated, and she had no idea just how much of her life had been orchestrated by him.

Years passed, and Y/N gave birth to four children, her life becoming a blur of motherhood and obedience. She had never questioned her role, never challenged her husband’s authority. To her, this was love—quiet, patient, and unwavering.

Taehyung’s obsession only grew, though he never voiced it. His control was subtle, like a web tightening around her, and she couldn’t see the trap she had walked into.

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Hyunjae closed the diary, his heart heavy with the weight of the truth. His father’s confession had opened a door he never wanted to walk through. He had always admired Taehyung, but now, the man he had known as a hero seemed like a villain—a man who had manipulated his mother into a life of servitude and silence.

The reality of his mother’s life hit Hyunjae with full force. His mother—kind, loving, and always so gentle—had been trapped in a web of control, never fully aware of the way his dad had bent her life to his will.

Hyunjae stared at the diary for a long moment, conflicted. He had always seen his parents as a perfect couple, as role models. But now, he saw the truth. His father, despite his love for his mother, had used her innocence for his own gain.

When he left the secret room, he locked the door behind him. He didn’t want to confront his father, not yet. For now, he wanted to keep the peace—he couldn’t shatter the fragile world his mother had built for herself.

As he walked back into the main part of the house, he found his mom sitting on the living room floor, his dad l resting his head on her lap, surrounded by their children. The scene before him was one of contentment, of a family that seemed happy and whole.

Hyunjae couldn’t bring himself to destroy this image. He quietly kissed his mother’s cheek, whispering, “I love you, Mom.”

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes full of warmth. “I love you too, Hyunjae.”

As he walked away, he made a promise to himself. He would protect his mother’s happiness, no matter what the cost. Some secrets were better left buried.