#please clap this took me forever

[eve3221]

#akiminaweek2024

Day 7: Flirtree Day

[ivarthebadbitch]

And you would dare to know that?

[imi-ike]

meangirlgenius (insp.)

[orcelito]

You guys better clap for my baby I'm gonna shove it out the door and be like "wow! 11.2k words! And it only took 5 weeks! Isn't that amasing :)" and you have to clap for my baby or I will be sad

[skzdust]

Ruin Me, Big Boy ;)

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

This fic was a request from @piratejoongie ! Thank you for the ask it very much inspired me ;)

Summary: You hook up with Mingi off Tinder one night.

Pairing: Mingi x reader

Includes: "good girl", "cocksucker", cock sucking, unprotected vaginal sex (USE CONDOMS PLEASE), tinder hookup but I've never done a tinder hookup so idk how they work irl but this is how I imagine it, PLEASEEEEE be safe with Tinder hookups though guys, Horny gay Wooyoung, Bestie Felix and Changbin, very background Chanlix

Word count: 1.4k

Taglist: @weirdowithaphone @caught-in-the-afterglow @palindrome969 @skzstan12345 @katsukis1wife @hyunjinsjeans @somethingkindazainy @silverstarburst

Network: @mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!

Masterlist

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“No.” You swiped left. “No.” Again. “No.” Again.

“God, when does this game get good?” Felix took a swig from his beer, leaning over the arm of the couch. 

“Yeah, I like playing tinder as much as the next guy, but come onnnnn, these men are lame as hell.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. 

“Literally get interesting.” Changbin closed his eyes as he nodded in agreement. 

As if on cue, Mingi (25) popped up on the TV your phone was cast to, all dark hair and sharp jawline… and that smirk!

Your own jaw dropped. “Guys, I think I just fell in love.”

“I think I just got hard!” Wooyoung yelled. “Jesus Christ, look at that man!” 

“He’s mine!” You yelled back. “My tinder, my man! Claimed!” 

“Fuck!” Wooyoung collapsed back against the couch as you swiped right. 

The room erupted in screeches as hearts filled the screen, indicating you’d matched. 

“Message him, message him!” The voice was so high with excitement it wasn’t immediately recognizable as that of any of your friends, but you hit the ‘message’ button and stared at the text bubble for a second. 

“What do I even say to someone that fucking hot?”

“Here. Gimme.” Wooyoung wiggled his fingers, and you handed over your phone. Your eyes widened as you watched him type on the screen. “There.” 

You: Ruin me, big boy ;)

“God.” You laughed. “You’re gonna scare him off.”

“No, I’m not, we workshopped your profile forever. You look hot as hell. You’re gonna be thanking me.” You watched as he swiped into Mingi’s profile. “See, he’s looking for short-term fun.”

“Short-term fun.” Felix hummed. “I know that means hookups, but I kinda hope he sticks around. Just because he’s nice to look at.”

“He hasn’t even—” You started, but Wooyoung cut you off with a squeal. 

“He responded!” 

“Give me my phone!” You snatched it from his hand.

Mingi: I can do that, baby ;)

Your stomach leapt.

“Get his location right fucking now.” Wooyoung ordered. 

You began typing something out.

You: Time and place and I’ll be there

Changbin giggled. “Y/n’s getting some!” 

“Hell yeah, y/n’s getting some!” You took a sip of your cocktail as you went back to his pictures. “How do people even look like this? He’s so hot.”

Mingi: An hour and a half work? Here’s the address.

You looked up the address as soon as he sent it. It was a nice apartment building downtown. Felix’s boyfriend Chan actually lived there. 

“I’ll tell Chan you’ll be over there in an hour and a half.” Felix had a twinkle in his eye as he whipped out his phone. “If Mingi’s a dick, or a creep, you can go to his place.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

You: I’ll see you in an hour and a half <3

You went upstairs to get ready, showering quickly and changing into a matching underwear set and a cute but casual outfit. 

Wooyoung clapped as you walked down the stairs. “Beautiful, y/n. Tell me how he is. And if he’s into men. And if he might possibly be into me.”

“He’s hooking up with her, Woo. Not you.” Changbin said bluntly.

“Maybe he’s bi!” 

Felix ignored them, smiling at you. “Have fun and be safe, y/n, make sure your location’s on.”

You checked your phone to make sure you were sharing your location with Felix. “All set! Bye!” 

You made your way downtown, parking and walking the rest of the way. You texted him when you got to the lobby and leaned against a pillar.

You almost weren’t expecting Mingi to be real, but he walked out of the elevator with the gait and confidence of a supermodel. He was dressed in all black, he was tall, and in person that smirk had the cockiness of someone who could back it up, no matter what was required to do that.

Your pussy throbbed as he looked at you, his smirk growing. 

“Y/n…” He crossed the lobby, eyes looking you up and down. “You look even better than your pictures.”

“You’re pretty fucking hot yourself.” You managed to get out.

He laughed softly. “Oh, am I? A pretty girl like you telling me that is gonna inflate my ego.”

“Lucky for you, I like a man with a god complex.”

“God complex, huh? I think that can be arranged.” 

“Oh, can it?” You raised your eyebrows. 

“You’re gonna be worshipping me.” He winked. 

“I’d love to worship you.” You whispered back.

“Then come upstairs.”

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As soon as you made it into his apartment, Mingi pushed you against the wall, trapping you in with one hand and kissing you hard. His lips were demanding, and his tongue licked into your mouth. You moaned, your head already growing dizzy from the kiss. 

“Good girl.” He hummed. 

“Mingi…” You whined.

He pulled away. “What do you want to do tonight?” 

You thought for a second. “I wanna suck your cock.”

He leaned in by your ear. “Can I call you a good little cocksucker?”

It felt like he’d lit you on fire. “Yes, please call me your good little cocksucker.”

“Then on your knees.”

You sank to the floor, unzipping his pants.

He pushed them and his boxers down, and his cock sprang free, already red and hard and big.

You reached around it, pumping the shaft a few times. “Fuck.” You whispered. You could barely wait to get it inside you.

“What, I thought you wanted to worship me.” He smirked. 

In response to that, you opened your jaw and pushed yourself down on his cock.

He groaned, his hand finding your hair and balling into a fist. “Fuck, such a good cocksucker. So good for me.”

You focused on the feeling of him in your mouth, the heat of his skin. He was easily the biggest guy you’d been with, but you didn’t let that intimidate you, pushing yourself further and further down on his cock. 

His grip on your hair tightened, and he gently began to rock his hips back and forth, gently fucking your face. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. Taking me so well, sucking my cock like you were made for it.”

You moaned around him, fighting to keep your jaw relaxed. 

His hips picked up the pace, quickly but gently fucking into your mouth. “Good girl, good girl, good— ngh!” He pulled out of your mouth to cum on your face, groaning as he stroked himself. As cum painted your features, you thought you’d never seen someone so hot. 

“You want me to fuck you now? Properly, not your mouth.” He panted.

“Yes.” You moaned. “Yes, Mingi, please.”

“Okay, my good girl. Lets’ go to my bedroom.”

You got up, following him into the bedroom. It was tidy, with grey sheets on the bed and an attached bathroom.

“Clothes off, and on the bed.” Mingi ordered. You hurried to obey, spreading yourself out on the bed for him.

“Fuck.” He said as he took off his own pants, his eyes raking over your form.

“Fuck me.” You whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, my good girl, I will.” He left his shirt on as he crawled over you on the bed. “I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life, if you’ll let me.”

“Please, Mingi, please fuck me within an inch of my life.”

“Fuck, begging?” He kissed you, hard. “You’re so fucking hot, y/n.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and began to push inside. You moaned as his tip stretched you.

“Perfect little— ngh, fuck.” Mingi pushed in further, his voice growing strained. 

You couldn’t say anything your mouth forming a little ‘o’ as you burned in pleasure. 

He seated himself fully inside you, and you stayed like that for a moment, with Mingi deep inside you, connected. 

And then he started moving, and you thought you might cum on the spot. He was big, but he felt even bigger inside you, especially as he started fucking you in earnest, pushing in and out with a fervor.

You moaned, clutching at the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, Mingi, ah, God…”

“Feel so good, my good girl, so tight around me, such a good little hole for me.” He grunted. “We gotta do this again, because God I love fucking you.” He caressed your cheek. “Takin’ my cock so well.”

“Yeah, anytime you want.” You breathed, meaning it.

“Anytime I want, huh?” He pushed into you in a hard thrust. “I’m gonna take you up on that, my good girl.”

“Please do.” You whined. “Your good girl.”

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.” He whispered. “Ruin me, big boy, that’s what you said, right? I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Mini You

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: fluff, smut! and the overuse of the word “baby” I’m so sorry..

Finally the time has come for the long-awaited family vacation, which was more than necessary for both Lewis and you and your little three-year-old girl, Harper.

Your responsibilities at work and motherly responsibilities at home could not always be coordinated with Lewis's racing, so you and the little girl often spent time alone away from Lewis. Neither you nor he liked it, he hated that he had to be away from you two so often and for so long because he felt like he was missing out on precious time with his family.

He often persuaded you to quit your job, so you can travel with him all the time so that you wouldn't be separated for a second. From the very beginning, he told you that as far as he was concerned, you didn't have to work a day, that he would always and forever take care of you and your family, and he promised that you would never lack for anything and you were well aware of that, but he also knew that your job meant much more to you than just “a job” and that it is something that fulfills you as well as his career fulfills him.

That's why he never took moments like these when the three of you were together, especially longer than just 2 weeks, for granted. He enjoyed every second next to you and Harper.

He always tried to find the best places to spend a family vacation with you, and that was the case this time as well.

Since Lewis was away on business, he sent a private jet to pick you two up and take you to the south of Italy. Since you hadn't seen him in over 10 days, you and Harper were very excited to wait for him at the beautiful luxury beach villa that Lewis had rented just for you for the next three weeks.

“My daddy, it’s my daddy!” Harper exclaimed happily running into Lewis' arms as he entered the mansion.

“My little princess” Lewis’ smile grew from ear to ear as he picked her up and she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. “I missed you so so much” He said showering her with kisses and your heart melted at the sight.

“Hello handsome” You greeted him as he pulled you into a hug as well.

“Hey, baby. How was the trip?” He asked pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Everything went well, Harper couldn't sleep at all from the excitement. She kept telling me about how you were going to teach her how to swim.” You say pinching her cheek making Lewis chuckle.

“Will you daddy? Will you teach me how to swim?” Harper asked.

“Of course, love” He smiled kissing her cheek.

“Can we go right now?”

“We can, baby. Go put your swimsuit on and we can go swimming”

Her eyes lit up as she clapped her hands. Lewis put her down and she ran into the room to find her bathing suit. Then he turned to you pulling you to himself and giving you a proper kiss.

“I missed you” He murmured against your lips as his hands found your waist pulling you as close as possible to him.

“I missed you too, Lew”

“I can't wait to fall asleep next to you tonight. That's all I could think about for the past few days.” He admitted kissing your neck gently as you smiled tilting your head to the side.

“Mommy, I can’t find it!!” Harper yelled from the room in frustration interrupting your moment making both of you chuckle.

“I'm going to help Miss Impatient” You sighed rolling your eyes before heading towards her. “I’m coming, baby!”

Later that day, you sat on a towel on the beach while Lewis taught Harper how to swim as he had promised. She was both excited and terrified at the same time, and Lewis loved teaching her new things.

“Daddy, please, please don’t let go of me” She said in short breaths. He held her in his arms above the water teaching her how to stay afloat.

“Baby, I would never let go of you, you can trust me okay?” He assured her. “Now keep your head above water and work with your legs” He instructed.

“Daddy..” She struggled a bit, but she wasn’t giving up. Harper was a mini version of you. She looked exactly like you, from your nose, mouth, eyes, even the color of your hair, she was a real little copy of you, but her behavior, her persistence and perseverance was all Lewis.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it. Daddy’s got you. You’re doing so good.” He encouraged her. He was always so proud of her. He admired the fact that, just like him, she enjoyed learning new things, that she was interested in everything, always so curious and ready for new adventures.

After a swimming lesson, the two of them moved to the sand next to you and started building a castle for the princesses, of course.

You didn't help build the sandcastle because you wanted to soak up some sun and enjoy the view of your husband and your daughter playing together and talking about everything Harper wanted to talk about.

“Can we get a real castle, daddy?”

“You mean for your dolls?” He asked.

“Yeah, for my dolls, for princesses, they need a castle”

“Baby, you’ve got at least three doll castles at home that I jump over every day because you leave them all over the house.” You inserted yourself into the conversation.

“Yeah, but, but they’re all small..I would like a bigger one” She explained. “Can we get a big castle, daddy? It’s not for me, it’s for my dolls. Please?”

“Of course, baby” Lewis laughed and you joined in shaking your head at the fact that she had him wrapped around her finger at just 3 years old.

“I'll buy you as many doll castles as you want, we'll fill the whole house with them, love” Lewis promised kissing her head.

You watched as he kept wiping the sand away from her chubby cheeks every time she pushed her hair out of her face only to put even more sand on her face. You softened and felt warmth around your heart at his gestures.

“I love the way you love her” You said softly when he took a break from building the castle and moved to sit next to you.

“She has her own princesses, and she’s mine” He said watching her with an immense amount of love in his eyes.

“I remember when you used to call me that”

“You are too, baby, you’ll always be. My first one.” He assured you kissing the tip of your nose.

“You know, while I was watching you play with her, I remembered the pictures that your mom showed me of you when you were little.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you were the cutest little kid ever. Makes me want a mini version of you this time.” You whispered the second part glancing at his lips.

He smirked pulling you to him and kissing your temple before whispering into your ear “I’ll keep that in mind tonight.”

…

After a whole day spent at the beach, evening came. You had dinner together and then Lewis went to put Harper to sleep while you cleaned the table.

While Lewis read Harper a bedtime story, you went to the bathroom in your bedroom and took a shower. You enjoyed the feeling of the cold water hitting your burning hot skin. It felt like a relief after being in the sun all day.

When you finished your shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and went out on the balcony admiring the beautiful night lights of the coast of Italy. Not long after, you felt Lewis' body pressed against you.

“Did she fall asleep?” You asked.

“Mhm” He murmured against the skin of your neck leaving wet kisses all over with his tongue. You moaned a little bringing one of your hands up to his braids while your other hand gripped the glass balcony railing. “Thought I could grant your wish tonight” He said into your ear while his fingers pulled the towel down revealing your naked body.

“What wish?” You smirked playing dumb wanting to hear him say it.

“The one where I fill you up and put my baby in you.” Your eyes instantly closed and thighs clenched hearing it from his mouth. You arched your back as he grinded himself against your ass pressing your bare body against the cold transparent glass.

“Lew..”

“Would you like that?” He whispered. “Would you like me to fuck you here on the balcony? To cum inside you?”

“Yes..uh, yes baby. Do it.”

Without breaking the kiss, he turned you towards him and pulled his shorts down freeing his fully hard member. He slid his hand down your belly to your aching bud making you whimper and hold onto him.

You couldn’t resist but grab him in your hand, you wanted to get down on your knees for him, but Lewis stopped you from doing so.

“Wait, wait, baby, we have time. Wanna get you ready for me, it’s been a while, yeah?” He said rubbing your cheek with his thumb while his other hand kept rubbing over your pussy.

There wasn't any need to prepare you because you were so ready. You craved him, you were already dripping wet just by his voice let alone touch, but you decided to completely surrender to him and let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“You remember when I called you on facetime two nights ago, but you didn’t pick up because you fell asleep?” He asked quietly while his fingertips danced around your entrance playing with your wetness. “You remember?” He asked and you nodded remembering that you saw his missed call the next morning.

“You know why I was calling you so late?”

“Why?”

“Because I was so horny, I wanted you to help me get off” You moaned at his confession throwing your head back as two of his fingers slipped inside you.

“You remember when you let me film you that one time? When you were gagging around my cock. Fuck baby, I go crazy every time I watch that.” He groans as he pushes his cock against your belly encouraging you to take it in your hand while he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“You still watch that?” You asked blushing a little as you wrapped both of your hands around his cock.

“Sometimes yeah. When I’m away and I miss your touch too much.” He admitted hissing as you ran your thumb over his red tip.

“Last time I watched it, I got so hard, I came all over myself before I even got to touch myself”

“Fuck, Lew” You were struggling to focus on pleasuring him as well because the things he was saying while increasing his pace in fingering you almost instantly sent you over the edge.

“You love to gag around me don’t you? When I push your head on my cock-fuck-you get so wet when I fuck your throat. When I..fuck..when I cum inside your mouth too oh, baby” He groaned pushing you harder against the glass.

“When you swallow my cum and I wipe the corners of your mouth with my thumb and you suck on it to lick it clean. That gets me so fucking hard all over again.”

“Fuck, Lew I’m gonna cum” You whimpered letting your head fall against his chest.

“Wait, baby, hold it just a little bit longer.” He said pulling his fingers out of you only to start rubbing your clit.

“My baby is so wet. I know you loved to hear that I came to the sight of you without even touching myself. You love when I cum fast, it boosts your ego doesn’t it? Because you know what you do to me, you know that you have me wrapped around your finger you love that shit don’t you.” You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. You were a whimpering mess begging him to let you cum on his fingers.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby, look at me”

“I can’t..Lewis, please” You pleaded.

“You think you’re ready to take my cock?” He asked and you nodded. “Cum, baby, cum all over my hand” And you did, instantly. Your legs started to shake as you fell apart in his arms. He held you tightly pressing your body against his and kissiny your head until your breathing went back to normal again.

“You okay, hm?” He asked making you look up at him. You didn’t say anything but kissed his lips pulling his bottom lip down with your teeth.

“Put your baby in me, Lew”

“Fuck” He abruptly turned you around and bent you over the glass. He spanked both of your cheeks before taking his cock and collecting your cum with his tip. He didn’t tease you for too long because it was torture for him too. All he wanted was to bury himself deep inside you and feel your deepest parts.

He groaned as he slid inside holding his hands on your hips pushing you as deep as it went until you winced.

“You feel so good around me, shiit” He praised you thrusting in and out of you. His grunts and groan along with slapping of your skin filled your ears and it was the hottest thing ever.

He wanted to feel you even closer to him so he pulled you up so that your back was leaned against his chest while his one arm was wrapped around your waist and the other around your neck.

“I’m gonna cum in you baby, I’m gonna cum” He whined quietly in your ear before spilling his cum inside of you. You moaned at the sensation as he buried his head into the crook of your neck groaning as his orgasm coursed through his body. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead as both of you struggled to catch your breath.

“Do you think we did it?”

“I think I got pregnant when you told me what happened the last time you watched that video of me.” You smirked making him laugh and lean his forehead against yours.

“I’ll stay like this for a minute or two just so, you know, it sticks.”

[hoshifighting]

okay imagine mingyu returning back from touring and is trying to getting into reader’s pants but the boys don’t get the clue and tag along to his apartment, the sexual tension between gyu and reader is over the roof, reader keeps gesturing mingyu to send the boys home but they’re just clueless...please add in some moreeeee

— Synopsis: where you and mingyu want to catch up in bed after he return form touring, but the boys don't pick up on the little signs mingyu gives about wanting them to leave his apartment. — WARNINGS: Fingering, penetrative sex, chocking, biting, sexual tension...

mingyu had just returned from touring, and the excitement of seeing him again was almost unbearable. you’d missed him so much, and now, after what felt like forever, he was finally back. but the reunion wasn’t going as planned.

mingyu had brought some of the boys back to his apartment. you’d been hoping for some alone time, but now, the place was bustling with noise and laughter. mingyu looked at you with those smoldering eyes, the sexual tension between you two palpable, but the boys just didn’t get the clue.

you sat on the couch, mingyu beside you, his arm casually draped over your shoulders. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your skin. every touch making you melt, and it was getting harder and harder to keep your composure.

“hey, mingyu, pass the remote!” one of the boys called out, oblivious to the silent plea inyour eyes.

mingyu sighed, shifting to grab the remote, and you took the opportunity to lean in, whispering in his ear. “can’t you get them to leave?”

he glanced at you, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. “i’m trying,” he whispered back, his voice low and husky. “they’re just not getting it.”

you decided to take matters into your own hands. standing up, you stretched, deliberately arching your back a little more than necessary, knowing mingyu’s eyes were on you. “i’m going to get some drinks,” you announced, heading towards the kitchen.

mingyu followed you, a little too quickly, drawing curious looks from the boys. in the kitchen, he pressed you against the counter, his body flush against yours. “you’re killing me,” he murmured, his lips grazing your neck.

“you need to get rid of them,” you insisted, your hands roaming over his chest. “i can’t wait much longer.”

he groaned, reluctantly pulling away. “okay, okay. give me a minute.”

mingyu returned to the living room, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “alright, guys, i think it’s time to call it a night. i’ve got some serious jet lag.”

the boys groaned but started gathering their things. you breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the doorway as you watched them slowly trickle out. mingyu was charming as always, thanking them for coming over, but you could see the impatience in his eyes.

finally, the door closed behind the last of them, and before you could even turn around, mingyu had you pinned against it. his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate, hungry kiss, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“i’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with desire. “you have no idea how much i’ve missed you.”

you moaned softly, your body melting against his. “show me,” you whispered back, your hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. he laid you down on the bed, standing back for a moment to admire you. “you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice full of awe.

you blushed, reaching out for him. “come here.”

mingyu joined you on the bed, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body. he took his time, kissing and caressing you, making sure you were thoroughly aroused. his fingers found their way between your legs, teasing you, driving you wild with need.

“you’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “i need you so bad.”

you whimpered, your body arching towards his touch, but instead of giving in, he kept teasing, his fingers flicking over your clit in maddening circles. “mingyu,” you panted, frustration lacing your voice, “please, don’t tease me. not after this long without you.”

he scoffed lightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “okay, okay,” he said, positioning himself between your legs. “i just wanted to make sure you’re ready.”

his cock brushed against your entrance, and he slowly pushed inside, the feeling of your velvety walls hugging him making him groan in pleasure. it was almost too much for him, the sensation so intense that he had to brace himself to keep from falling over you. “god, you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

he started to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. he bit your chin, then your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. his hand slid up to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat in a gentle choke.

your eyes rolled back in your head, your body trembling with each powerful thrust. “i missed you so much,” you moaned, your voice barely more than a breathless whimper. “so much, mingyu.”

he groaned, tightening his grip on your neck slightly, his hips driving into you with more intensity. “i missed you too,” he panted, his lips finding yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. “you have no idea how much.”

each movement brought you both closer to the edge, the room filled with the sounds of your sex. the intensity of it all, the feeling of being connected after so long, was almost overwhelming.

as you reached your orgasm, your body tensed, a cry of his name escaping your lips. mingyu followed soon after, collapsing beside you, both of you breathing heavily.he pulled you close, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“worth the wait?” he asked, a teasing smile on his lips, even as his fingers continued to trace lazy patterns on your skin.

“absolutely,” you replied, snuggling into his embrace. “but next time, let’s skip the reunion party.”

[kayhi808]

First Crush - 7

It took forever to get Abby down for her nap. She was too excited about Bucky coming over today. You can't lie, you're a little excited too. It feels like an important step is being made. You've invited him into your sanctuary. You switched up the menu to a roasted chicken. He ruined the idea of spaghetti & meatballs with his guts & eyeball comment. Roast chicken was a better idea, you can just throw it in the oven & enjoy the movie with them.

Looking around the living room to see if there was something you missed. You threw Abby's toys in a basket & pushed it to the side, so at least the living room looked a little neat. You had on shorts & a peasant top. A little dressier for staying home, but you wanted to look good for Bucky.

"Mama?" You hear her footsteps running down the hall. "Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Where Bucky?" She looks around frowning. "I'm all done sleeping."

Bucky texted just a little bit ago saying he was getting near. "Pretty soon. He's on his way over right now. Let's brush your hair & put on a clean tshirt. We can wait for him downstairs.

*****

You and Abby wait on the stoop, singing songs she learned at daycare. There's a rumble of a motorcycle turning the corner that catches your attention. Of course he would own a bike. Your forehead wrinkles watching him pull in between the 2 cars parked out front. He looks sexy as hell, but you should have learned your lesson with Jason. Abby is jumping up & down clapping her hands watching Bucky take off his helmet. You have a hand on her arm keeping her away.

"How's my favorite girl?" Bucky smiles up at Abby as she pulls away from you & launches herself off the stairs at him. You're terrified that the daredevil gene will end up getting Abby hurt one day.

"ABBY!" Bucky easily catches her & hugs her to him. He sees the anger on your face and sets her down. "Abigail," turning her face towards you, "Don't you ever pull away from me like that. You know you aren't supposed to jump down the stairs."

"It's ok, Mama. Bucky catch me."

"No. No, it's not ok. What if he didn't?"

"I think you scared your Mama, Abby. Maybe you should say you're sorry." You see a stubborn frown on her face before she said she's sorry & you nod & kiss her brow. You stand up to face Bucky who looks concerned & bends down to kiss your cheek and whisper, "You ok?" He gives you an identical kiss to the brow that you gave Abby.

Nodding, "Nice bike."

"It's easier to find street parking," he shrugs. That makes perfect sense, but why does it still bother you? You shake off that thought & give him a smile.

Abby slips her hand in his, "Cans I ride it with you?"

"Absolutely not."

Bucky picks Abby up, "Let's listen to Mama, huh?"

"She's going to give me a heart attack.' You lead Bucky upstairs to your apartment. Abby has already switched topics & talking a mile a minute.

Once inside, Bucky opens his backpack & brings out 2 pints of ice cream, which brings a smile to your lips. Shyly, "I didn't know what flavor to get."

"Didn't know what would go well with guts & eyeballs? I switched to roast chicken by the way." He laughs & nods. "These are perfect. Abby, look what Bucky brought for dessert."

"Strawberry is my favorite! How yous know?"

Shrugging, "Lucky guess."

"Bucky, yous want to play toys in my room?"

"Um..."

"Baby, remember we were going to watch a movie. I'm going to make popcorn right now. Maybe you and Bucky can look for a movie instead."

"Oh yea! Come, Bucky." She tugs on his hand.

"What do you want to drink? I got iced tea, water, soda, juice...."

"Iced tea?"

"Mama, cans I has juice, please?"

"Yes, ma'am. One ice tea, one juice."

You put the chicken potato veggies in the oven. Pop some popcorn. Get their beverages and bring it to the living room. You find Bucky wearing a plastic lei and holding Pua, the pig from Moana, on his lap. Your jaw drops but you quickly take out your phone and snap a picture of him glaring at you. "Abby, where are you?"

You hear her feet running down the hallway, "I'm here, Mama!" She has a lei on & hula skirt. "I had to gives Bucky your lei."

"That's fine, Baby. It looks good on him."

Nodding, "So pretty!" She runs out again.

"Abby! What are you doing? The movie is going to start." You turn to Bucky who looks a little shell shocked. You straighten his lei. "You look good."

You hear Abby running back and now she's added on a tiara, "Ok, Mama! Puts yours on." She climbs on the couch and places one on Bucky. "There."

"That's perfect, Baby. Let's take a picture." Standing on the couch next to Bucky, she wraps her arms around him squishing her cheek up against his. "Nice! Say cheese! Smile, Buck." Then you sit on his other side and get a selfie of the 3 of you.

"Lemme see, please." Abby takes your phone and squeals. "Good work, Mama! We so pretty!" She plops down next to Bucky, "Okies, I'm ready for the movie."

You play "Moana", one of Abby's favorites so she's zoned out singing every song. Doing little dances. Bucky takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around you pulling you close. Whispering, "If you send those pics to anyone on the team, I will end you."

Next Chapter

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[moonpascal]

FRACTURED BONDS

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader wc: 830

warnings: angst, language, fighting, slight jean slander, idk what else

a/n: thanks to everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged on the first part. part two to “something stupid”. this is everywhere, not sure how i feel about this but just wanted to get this out of my drafts. this gave me a headache, since im not hyper fixated like i was in the beginning of the year but hope it’s enjoyable! 🤎

Numbness was all you felt. The field around you lay in ruins, a burnt crater marking where your powers had gone haywire. Trees leaned or lay fallen from the blast, and you could only hope no one had been nearby.

The blue energy slowly dimmed from your hands, its destructive aftermath concealing the calm now settling over you.

Why did you let yourself get attached to Logan? You knew from the start it would lead to heartache. Still hung up on Jean—much to Scott’s displeasure—you were merely a distraction for him, someone to vent his frustrations on.

Shakily, you stood, wiping away tears that seemed never-ending. Transporting back to the castle’s foyer, the usual smile you wore was gone, leaving only a hollow feeling.

“Are you okay? You were gone for a while,” Scott murmured, making you jump, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine just tired. I’m heading to bed,” you replied, waving him off.

He nodded, giving you a sympathetic smile and let you go. Your room had become a place you hardly visited except for the occasional change of clothes.

Changing felt like a chore, your body weak and exhausted. Sleep, you knew would evade you. With a wave of your hand, you locked the door and placed runes on the walls to block out everything and everyone.

—

After a night of minimal sleep, teaching was the last thing on your mind. But you loved your students, and it wasn’t their fault you got “dumped”. On your way to the classroom, Rogue pulled you aside.

“Where were you last night? Logan was screaming and thrashing around in his sleep! Nobody could contact you, and it took forever to calm him down,” she exclaimed, dark circles under her eyes.

“Sorry, guess I was knocked out,” you shrugged. As much as you wanted to feel bad, you didn’t. Logan used you and then discarded you like you were nothing.

Rogue looked ready to defend him but couldn't find the words. Not wanting to hear it, you walked away and went to class.

In the classroom, the students fell silent and went to their seats—unusual behavior for them.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed Logan standing next to the mat, arms crossed with his usual scowl.

“Mr. Howlett, apologies. I forgot you’d be joining us today,” you said curtly before turning your attention to the students.

Their shocked murmurs filled the room, noticing your cold demeanor towards Logan, contrasting sharply with your usual flirtation and sunshine behavior.

As class progressed, the tension grew. Logan’s patience with the kids wore thin, while you on the other hand calmly corrected their mistakes.

“Fucking hell, kid! Don’t swing so wide when throwing a punch! You’re—”

“Logan! Language!” you shouted. “That’s why we’re teaching them!”

He huffed, ready to retort, but you silenced him with a flick of your hand, making the room erupt in laughter.

“Let’s demonstrate then,” you said, clapping your hands.

He begrudgingly walked to the mat. “Don’t think I’ll go easy on you, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“Please, as if that was a concern bub,” you smirked.

He threw the first punch, which you quickly dodged, transporting behind him and kicking his leg, making his knee hit the mat. He tried to swipe his other leg under yours, but you froze it in place.

“Using your powers isn’t cheating. You want to use your abilities to get out of tough situations.” You addressed the class.

Releasing him, he stood and grabbed your arm, twisting it behind your back. “But you shouldn’t rely on them in case they fail you one day!” he argued.

Suppressing a laugh, you maneuvered out of his hold, flipping him onto his back. He huffed and glared at you.

Although he never voiced it, Logan constantly underestimated your powers. You and Jean were similar, but you had control ninety-seven percent of the time. You didn’t know what she had that you didn’t.

Abruptly standing up, you dismissed the class. As the students exited, you didn’t spare Logan a glance and walked out with them.

—

Word travels fast among mutants. Ororo tried to help you as best as she could, but she knew you’d need time. Jean gives you sympathetic glances, and you managed small smiles in return. It wasn’t her fault; Logan just likes to think there’s a cat-and-mouse game between them, even though she rejected his advances. And Scott just added it to his list of reasons to hate him.

Logan ignores you as if you don’t exist. It hurts, but you after years of practice, it wasn’t hard to do the same.

Behind closed doors, you let your mask slip, crying for hours and replaying the good times in your head. As much as you wished Logan would take you back, you knew he’d never fully love or let you in.

He wanted what he couldn’t have, and you wanted him. Destined to never get what you truly wanted.

© moonpascal

tagging who requested a part two: @being-worthy @ro-lamperouge and to @kaita0 who gave me some suggestions.

[atlasthegreatest]

Operation: Sweet Serenade / Sana Minatozaki x Gender Neutral! Reader

Sana Minatozaki finds herself smitten with Y/n Choi, a talented freelance photographer, and her members are quick to notice. Determined to help their lovestruck friend, the girls devise a playful plan to encourage Sana to confess her feelings.

Word count: 2817

A/n: This chapter was inspired by “Fancy” by Twice.

Sana had it bad.

It wasn’t just a passing interest or a fleeting attraction. No, this was a full-blown, heart-racing, butterflies-in-the-stomach, can’t-stop-thinking-about-her crush. And the worst part? The person she couldn’t stop thinking about was entirely out of her world—a professional photographer named Y/n Choi.

They’d met two months ago at a fashion magazine shoot for TWICE, where Y/n had been the lead photographer. From the moment Y/n adjusted the lens of their camera, flashing Sana a quick smile between shots, Sana felt her heart stumble over itself. Y/n was cool, confident, and effortlessly charming—everything Sana wasn’t when she got nervous. And Sana, for the first time in forever, found herself completely tongue-tied in front of someone.

Since then, every photo shoot and run-in with Y/n only made the crush worse. She couldn’t get Y/n out of her head—their sharp jawline, the way they looked with a camera in hand, and most dangerously, the way their eyes crinkled slightly when they smiled.

And now, her members had figured it out.

——————-

Sana sat cross-legged on the dorm’s couch, absently scrolling through her phone. She thought she was being subtle about checking Y/n’s Instagram for the tenth time that week—until Nayeon plopped down next to her, grinning as she’d just uncovered the world’s greatest secret.

“You’ve got that look again,” Nayeon teased, nudging Sana’s side.

Sana tried (and failed) to act nonchalantly. “What look?”

“You're crushing so hard you’re practically vibrating.” Nayeon leaned over to glance at Sana’s phone. “Is that Y/n’s Instagram again?”

Sana groaned, flipping her phone facedown on the couch. “I’m doomed.”

Within minutes, the rest of the TWICE members had gathered around, sensing the opportunity for some harmless meddling. Momo perched on the arm of the couch, grinning mischievously, while Jihyo stood with her arms crossed, clearly amused by the situation.

“Alright, spill,” Jeongyeon said, sliding onto the couch across from Sana. “What’s the deal with you and the photographer?”

“There’s no deal,” Sana muttered, burying her face in a throw pillow. “Just a hopeless crush.”

“Oh please,” Chaeyoung snorted. “We’ve seen the way you act around them, unnie. You get all blushy and weird.”

Tzuyu tilted her head thoughtfully. “It’s true. You do get… strange.”

Sana groaned into the pillow. “I’m never telling them. They're too cool, and I’m… me.”

“You’re Sana freaking Minatozaki,” Nayeon declared, throwing an arm over Sana’s shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

“I don’t got this,” Sana replied, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Well, good thing we’re here to help,” Momo chirped, clapping her hands together like she’d just hatched a brilliant plan.

———————

The plan, as it turned out, was a chaotic mix of bad ideas, awkward rehearsals, and way too much encouragement.

“Just tell them, ‘I think you’re cool, and I like you,’” Chaeyoung suggested, lounging upside-down on the couch.

“That’s terrible advice,” Jihyo shot back. “It sounds too casual! You need to be more direct.”

“How about a compliment?” Mina added gently. “Say something specific, like how talented they are with their photography.”

Sana stared at them, wide-eyed. “You all sound way too confident about this.”

“We’re professionals,” Nayeon said, flipping her hair dramatically. “Now, let’s practice. Pretend I’m Y/n.”

Sana flushed. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Nayeon insisted. “Come on, Sana. Say it.”

With a sigh, Sana took a deep breath. “Okay. Um… Y/n, I think you’re really talented, and I—”

“You like them.” Momo interrupted, beaming.

Sana threw a pillow at her. “You’re not helping!”

Jeongyeon leaned back, grinning. “This is a disaster.”

Despite the teasing, Sana couldn’t deny that the support from her members made her feel a little braver. Maybe, just maybe, she could actually do this.

———————

A week later, Sana found herself standing outside a cozy café where Y/n had agreed to meet her. Her heart pounded so hard she was convinced it might burst right out of her chest.

The Twice girls had all sent her texts of encouragement before she left:

Jihyo: You’ve got this. Just be honest.

Momo: Worst case scenario, I’ll date you instead ;).

Chaeyoung: Go get her, tiger!

Nayeon: Make sure you kiss her!

Jeongyeon: 👍

Sana laughed nervously, clutching her phone before slipping it into her pocket. She inhaled deeply, stepped through the café door, and spotted Y/n sitting by the window.

Y/n looked up from their phone and smiled—a warm, effortless smile that made Sana’s knees feel wobbly.

“Hey, Sana,” Y/n greeted. “You okay? You look… nervous.”

Sana laughed awkwardly, sliding into the seat across from her. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… uh, something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Y/n arched an eyebrow, their gaze curious but kind. “What is it?”

Sana took a deep breath, her members’ voices echoing in her mind: You’ve got this. Just be honest.

“Okay, so…” She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. “I just wanted to say that I think you’re really talented. Your photography is amazing, and… well, I really like being around you. Actually, I… really like you.”

The words tumbled out in a nervous rush, and Sana braced herself for awkward silence or polite rejection. But instead, Y/n’s smile widened, soft and genuine.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Y/n said, her eyes twinkling.

Sana blinked. “Wait… what?”

Y/n laughed, reaching across the table to take Sana’s hand. “I like you too, Sana. I thought you’d never make a move.”

Sana felt like her heart was soaring. Relief, joy, and disbelief flooded her all at once. “Really?”

“Really,” Y/n said, squeezing her hand gently. “I’ve been hoping for this for a while.”

Sana could hardly believe her luck. She’d done it. She’d actually done it—and the answer was more wonderful than she’d ever imagined.

———————

Later that night, Sana burst through the dorm door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well?” Nayeon asked eagerly, bouncing on the couch. “How did it go?”

Sana beamed. “They said yes.”

The room erupted into cheers, with Momo and Chaeyoung high-fiving each other and Jihyo pulling Sana into a tight hug.

“I told you!” Nayeon crowed, ruffling Sana’s hair. “I knew you had it in you!”

Tzuyu smirked. “Guess we won’t have to stage another intervention.”

Sana laughed, her heart full and light. She’d never felt this happy, and it was all thanks to a little courage—and a lot of love from the people who believed in her.

That night, as she lay in bed scrolling through her messages with Y/n, a new thought struck her.

Maybe love was scary. But when it was real, it was always worth the risk.

——————

The days following Sana’s confession felt like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. Y/n texted her constantly, sending good morning messages, random memes, and candid photos they’d taken throughout the day—each one making Sana’s heart flutter. Their first official date was just around the corner, and she hadn’t stopped thinking about it.

But in typical Twice fashion, there was no way her members were going to let her navigate this blossoming romance on her own.

Sana was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee when Momo and Chaeyoung barged in like women on a mission.

“So, when’s the first date?” Momo asked, leaning over the table with a mischievous grin.

“Tomorrow,” Sana mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

“And what’s the plan, unnie?” Chaeyoung added, pulling up a chair across from her.

“Uh… Dinner and a walk by the Han River.”

Momo gasped in mock horror. “A walk by the river? That’s so cliché.”

“It’s romantic!” Sana protested, pouting.

“It’s only romantic if you know how to keep things from getting awkward,” Nayeon chimed in, entering the kitchen with Tzuyu in tow.

Sana shot her a glare. “I can handle it.”

“Can you, though, unnie?” Tzuyu teased with a small smirk. “Because you’ve been giggling at their texts like a teenager for days.”

Jihyo joined them at the table, already in full leader mode. “Alright, Sana. You need a foolproof game plan.”

“You guys are impossible,” Sana muttered, but her heart swelled with affection for them.

Jeongyeon came in last, sitting down with a serious expression. “We’ll help you practice. If it goes wrong, you’re going to look back and cringe forever.”

Sana’s head hit the table with a soft thud. “Why do I feel more stressed about this date than any of our performances?”

That evening, the girls decided to run a full rehearsal.

“Okay,” Nayeon announced, taking her role as “Y/n” far too seriously. She folded her arms and gave Sana an exaggeratedly cool look. “So you’ve finished dinner. Now what do you say?”

Sana, flushed and flustered, tried to keep a straight face. “Um… so, do you like… rivers?”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Oh my god, Sana,” Jeongyeon wheezed, clutching her stomach. “That was terrible.”

Chaeyoung doubled over, wiping tears from her eyes. “I knew this would happen!”

Mina smiled softly, trying to be the voice of reason. “You just need to relax. Be yourself.”

“But not too much yourself,” Tzuyu added with a teasing grin.

“Okay, okay,” Jihyo said, clapping her hands to get everyone back on track. “Focus, everyone. Let’s try that again.”

Momo sat down beside Sana, patting her on the back. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Just… maybe don’t talk about rivers.”

Sana groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I’m doomed.”

———————-

The next evening, Sana found herself standing outside a small restaurant, waiting for Y/n. Her heart was racing, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear—it was pure excitement.

When Y/n arrived, they looked effortlessly stunning in a casual black coat, their camera slung over one shoulder. “Hey,” they greeted with that smile that made Sana feel like melting. “You look amazing.”

Sana felt her cheeks heat up. “Thanks. You too.”

Dinner went better than Sana could have hoped. Conversation flowed easily— Y/n told stories from their latest projects, and Sana shared funny Twice anecdotes (carefully avoiding anything too embarrassing). For the first time in a while, Sana felt completely at ease.

After dinner, they strolled along the Han River, the city lights glittering on the water’s surface. Sana glanced at Y/n from the corner of her eye, wondering if now was the right time to say something more.

“You seem nervous,” Y/n observed gently.

Sana smiled, biting her lip. “A little.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Sana hesitated, then decided to go for it. “I really like you, Y/n. And I’ve never done this before—liked someone this much, I mean.”

Y/n stopped walking and turned to face her, the cool night breeze brushing against them. “I like you too, Sana.”

And just like that, the tension melted away. Y/n stepped closer, gently tucking a loose strand of Sana’s hair behind her ear.

“You’re really cute when you’re nervous,” Y/n said softly.

Before Sana could reply, Y/n leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and all Sana could feel was the warmth of Y/n’s lips against hers.

When they finally pulled away, Sana’s heart was pounding, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

“So,” Y/n said with a playful grin, “how do you feel about rivers now?”

Sana laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Still romantic,” she whispered, before kissing them again.

———————

Sana floated into the Twice dorm later that night, practically glowing. As soon as she walked through the door, the members swarmed her, demanding details.

“How did it go?!” Nayeon asked, eyes wide with excitement.

Sana grinned, flopping onto the couch. “It was perfect.”

“Did you kiss?” Momo asked eagerly.

Sana covered her burning face with her hands but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. “Yes.”

The room exploded into cheers, with Chaeyoung and Tzuyu high-fiving each other and Jihyo pulling Sana into a celebratory hug.

“I told you!” Nayeon said triumphantly. “We knew you could do it.”

Jeongyeon smirked. “And you didn’t even talk about rivers.”

Sana laughed, her heart overflowing with gratitude. She had the best friends in the world, and now, she also had someone special to share her heart with.

——————

Weeks had passed since Sana’s first date with Y/n, and the relationship was now in full bloom. Y/n fit into Sana’s world effortlessly, and even the other Twice members had grown fond of them—though they never stopped teasing Sana about her nervous confession.

But dating while being one of the busiest K-pop idols on the planet wasn’t exactly simple. With Twice’s packed schedules and Y/n’s freelance assignments, the couple had to steal moments whenever they could—secret coffee dates, late-night phone calls, and, sometimes, quick meet-ups between shoots. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.

One morning Twice was scheduled to perform on a popular music show. Sana was running through her choreography for “Fancy” in the dressing room when the door suddenly swung open, and a staff member poked their head in.

“Sana, someone’s here to see you.”

Before she could react, Y/n walked in, a bright smile lighting up their face. They wore their usual black jeans and leather jacket, with their camera bag slung over their shoulder.

“Y/n!” Sana gasped, completely caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“Surprise,” Y/n said, casually leaning against the doorframe. “I’m working on a behind-the-scenes photo series today. “Thought I’d drop by early.”

Sana’s heart skipped a beat, excitement bubbling inside her. “You’re going to be here the whole day?”

Y/n grinned. “Yup. You okay with that, superstar?”

Sana could barely contain her smile. “More than okay.”

The moment was interrupted by Nayeon’s voice from behind. “Is that Y/n I hear?”

The rest of the girls swarmed in, looking between Sana and Y/n with knowing grins.

“Look who decided to visit,” Jeongyeon teased. “You two just can’t stay apart, can you?”

Y/n chuckled, their gaze flickering toward Sana. “What can I say? I missed her.”

Sana’s face flushed bright red.

——————

The hours passed quickly, with the Twice members running through rehearsals and Y/n snapping candid photos. Y/n had a talent for capturing the girls in moments of pure joy and focus—whether it was Momo busting out silly dance moves or Mina quietly tying her shoelaces backstage.

During breaks, Y/n and Sana managed to sneak a few moments together. Sitting on a quiet corner of the set, Sana leaned against Y/n’s shoulder, relishing the rare peace in their otherwise chaotic day.

“This feels nice,” Sana whispered, tilting her head to meet Y/n’s gaze.

Y/n smiled softly. “Yeah. It does.”

Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the Twice girls were lurking nearby, spying on the couple with gleeful expressions.

“They’re so cute it’s disgusting,” Chaeyoung whispered, grinning ear to ear.

“Should we give them some privacy?” Mina asked, though her small smile suggested she was enjoying the scene too much to leave.

“Absolutely not,” Nayeon whispered back, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Sana, sensing the presence of her nosy friends, turned her head just in time to catch them peeking around the corner. “Seriously?” she groaned, throwing them a playful glare.

The girls burst into laughter, scattering like school kids caught in the act.

Y/n shook their head, amused. “You’ve got quite the group of bodyguards.”

“You have no idea,” Sana said, rolling her eyes fondly.

———————

That evening, Twice’s performance of “Fancy” brought the house down. The lights, the cheers, and the energy of the crowd filled the air, and Sana felt invincible as she danced her heart out.

As the final notes played and the stage lights dimmed, Sana glanced to the side of the stage. There, just out of sight from the cameras, stood Y/n with their camera in hand, watching her with that familiar, soft smile.

And in that moment, as the music faded and the crowd roared, Sana knew—this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.

Back in the dressing room after the show, Y/n handed Sana a small envelope.

“What’s this?” Sana asked, curious.

“Open it.”

Inside was a polaroid of Sana mid-performance, eyes alight with passion, hair flying in the air as she danced. Beneath the photo, in Y/n’s neat handwriting, were the words:

“Fancy meeting you here, beautiful.”

Sana’s heart melted. “You’re impossible,” she whispered, pulling Y/n into a hug.

“And you love it,” Y/n teased, kissing the top of her head.

From across the room, the Twice girls watched the scene unfold with matching grins.

“Mission accomplished,” Nayeon whispered, high-fiving Momo.

“You know,” Jeongyeon added thoughtfully, “I think Sana might owe us dinner for this.”

The girls erupted in laughter, and even Sana couldn’t help but join in.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Not my gif

Season 4 episode 10 spoilers (haven't finished this season)

this is Angst Angst Angst

| 3rd Person POV |

Y/n didn't even know what day it was, she been in her and jjs bed- well I guess just her bed now. Since they got back from Morocco, her mind couldn't wrap around the fact that her boyfriend since freshman year was gone. I mean he has to come back right? She thought everyone came back, Big John, ward, John b and Sarah they all came back.

She laid there for days just thinking about everything, thinking that when JJ looked to her on that island and asked "you wanna just stay here and never leave? Surf all day, catch fish, hook up whenever sounds good to me" with a big smile across his face she brushed him off but now she'd take it all back and say "yeah Jay let's stay here forever".

"she's been in there for 4 days we have to do something" John B said "what can we do?" Kie said "something" Sarah added "I'll make her food okay?" Pope said standing up. "Hey Y/n" he said softly peeking his head in the door, She wrapped up in JJs hoodie zoning out but reruns of they're favorite shows played. She slightly looked over at him "I brought you some food" he set it on her nightstand "you need anything else?" He added she shook her head, his hand went over the handle "thanks Pope" she whispered "yeah".

It turned dark out and it dead silent in the house now, she put her shoes on and grabbed her backpack. And slipped out the window of the room. She finally got to the liquor store "two 5th of you cheapest vodka please" she said and put a leader of Coke "ID" the woman asked Y/n pulled out her fake ID and handed it to her.

Now that was her thing crying and drinking the thought of him away. The times she would get up it would be to look at something else of jjs. This time she looked out her window, John B stood in front of a tree out front JJ Maybank craved into it she took her bottle and went outside. "hey y/n" she stood next to him "hey.." he looked down to see that bottle in her hand and the smell coming off her breath "how many have you gone through?" she shrugged he took the bottle from her softly "you shouldn't be doing that its a waste" "it makes me feel okay" "does it make you forget he's dead?" her eyes opened "no but I think I should punish myself a little for leaving him there alone" "JJ would understand why we left him okay? he wouldn't want you to punish yourself you gotta stop" he wrapped his arm around her "yeah I know I just- I don't know".

Y/n thought instead of dying for herself she was gonna live for JJ. The next day they took notice that Y/n was moving around cleaning her room, they went in not saying anything just helping her. they'd find things of JJs and set it aside slowly building a corner of all his stuff for her to look at through the day.

Y/n found herself every morning on the water surf for him, swimming for him and boating for him.

| 6 Years Later |

"this was your Uncle JJs board when he was you age" Y/n said pulling the board of of the surf shed her God son standing next to her "I don't know if I can use it, it's a lot bigger than mine" "you'll do great! grab the towels bubba" he hopped in the truck while Y/n loaded they're boards.

Y/n was sat straight on her board he was laying on his board "okay Jay this one coming is yours" she helped turn his board around, he went and stood up "YES JJ!" she yelled and clapped. she rode in "good job!" she smiled and gave him a high five "thanks" he smiled back.

"Uncle JJ surf like all the time?" he asked strawberries covered his face "yeah even one time him and your dad went surfing in a hurricane it was dumb but they loved it" "sounds fun" "no JJ never do that" "I think I like the beach as much as Uncle J" she smiled and felt tears raise in her eyes "I think you do to" she ruffled his hair making him giggle.

[rafedarling]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲/𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: y/n attends the wedding of her best friend, rafe cameron, and his bride sofia. In a bittersweet moment, she reflects on her deep, unspoken love for rafe as she makes a heartfelt speech during the reception. despite the pain of unrequited love, she stays strong, showing genuine happiness for rafe’s new chapter with sofia. | word count: 1,0k

warning(s): english is not my first language. your point of view, contains themes of unrequited love, emotional vulnerability, and heartache, no happy ending. based on ‘love, rosie’.

au: i wrote small drabble while watching ‘love, rosie’, i hope you’d cry with me, also listen to lost with you by patrick watson while read this. like, reblog and comment/feedback are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. taglist | tagging: @rubixgsworld @rafeyslamb @bisexualcvnt @tracymbcm @maybankslover @mileyraes @akobx @noobmazter69 @xoxohoneymoongirl @xoxosblogsblog @wearemadeofstardust0 @saviorcomplexrry @littlelamy @enjoymyloves

His wedding was perfect, or at least it seemed that way to everyone else. Crisp white flowers adorned every table, soft glow candlelight. Sofia looked stunning in her dress—elegant, poised, and radiant in the way brides should be. I could see why Rafe fell for her. She was the picture of everything he probably wanted. Everything.

I stood in the back of the crowd as they exchanged vows, a bittersweet lump forming in my throat. It was strange, watching someone you love pledge their life to someone else. But I had no choice. This was Rafe. He was my best friend before anything else, and even though I had buried my feelings for him for years, today they seemed to rise up like a tidal wave threatening to crash over me.

I should have told him. Maybe not today. Maybe not even yesterday. But a long time ago, when we were still reckless teenagers, when we stayed up all night laughing at dumb inside jokes, and he looked at me like I was the only one in the room. That’s when I should have said it. That I loved him.

But now, it was too late. Sofia was his future. She stood across from him, gripping his hands, tears of happiness filling her eyes, and all I could do was smile and clap like everyone else. Like the supportive friend I’d been for so long.

The reception flowed with music and laughter, the champagne bubbling like the excitement in the air. I was halfway through a glass of wine when the best man finished his speech, and the MC signaled for me to step up to the microphone. My heart raced as I stood, smoothing my dress and moving to the front.

Rafe shot me a look as I walked up, his familiar crooked grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He was happy, genuinely so. And even though my heart was heavy, I couldn’t let that ruin this moment for him.

The microphone was cool in my hand as I cleared my throat, looking out at the sea of faces, some familiar, some not. Then, I found his eyes—Rafe’s deep blue ones—and took a steadying breath.

“For the people who I haven’t had the pleasure to greet… Hi, I’m Y/n,” I started, my voice sounding steadier than I expected. “Rafe and I have known each other forever. We’ve been through it all together—good times, bad times, and some incredibly embarrassing times. Rafe, for example, can drink to an almost lethal alcohol concentration.”

A few laughs rippled through the crowd, and Rafe chuckled, shaking his head in mock embarrassment. I smiled, feeling the warmth of our shared memories.

“On my 18th birthday, he decided that the best way to celebrate was tequila. Lots and lots of tequila. And while I’m pretty sure we both blocked most of that night from memory, I can confirm that Rafe is, indeed, capable of not remembering an entire evening.”

The room filled with laughter, and even Sofia laughed along, her hand resting gently on Rafe’s arm. I swallowed hard, pushing down the pang in my chest.

“But in all seriousness,” I continued, my tone softening, “choosing the person to share your life with is one of the most important decisions we make. Because if you get it wrong, life can become… well, gray. We both know that well, don’t we, Rafe?” I smiled at him, and for a second, I saw the flicker of understanding in his eyes.

“Your friendship has brought color to my life, and I’ve been lucky enough to have you by my side in some of the darkest moments.” My voice wavered slightly, but I kept going. “I’m the luckiest person in the world for that. And I hope I haven’t ever taken it for granted, though maybe I have at times. Because sometimes, you don’t realize that the best thing that ever happened to you has been right under your nose all along.”

I paused, letting the words hang in the air. Rafe’s smile softened, but I couldn’t tell if he truly understood what I meant. If he’d ever understood how deeply I cared.

“And that’s okay,” I said, more to myself than anyone else. “Because I’ve learned something important: no matter where you are, no matter what you do, or who you’re with, I will always be here for you. I’ll always love you. Like a sister loves her brother, and like a friend loves a friend.”

I saw Rafe’s eyes glisten slightly, and Sofia squeezed his hand tighter, her gaze flicking between us as if trying to decipher something. But it didn’t matter. I couldn’t take back the years of silence. This was his day, not mine.

“I’ll always stand guard for your dreams, Rafe,” I finished, raising my glass. “No matter how far-fetched or impossible they may seem. So, let’s raise a toast to the bride and groom. To Rafe and Sofia Cameron.”

The room echoed my words as everyone lifted their glasses in unison. Rafe smiled at me, a genuine, heartfelt smile that felt like a dagger in my chest. But I smiled back, because that’s what friends do. They celebrate the happiness of the ones they love, even if it’s not their own.

As I sat down, I felt the weight of everything I didn’t say pressing down on me. The laughter and chatter around me blurred into background noise as I stared at my glass, running my thumb along its edge. I was happy for him, truly. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of what could have been.

Maybe in another life, it would’ve been me standing beside him. Maybe in another life, I would have told him how I felt long before today. But in this life, I would remain what I always was—his best friend.

With music and dancing and stolen glances, I realized that sometimes… love isn’t about being with someone. Sometimes, love is about letting go, and hoping that they find happiness, even if it’s with someone else.

[freshlove-sturn]

house on the cape.

pt 1 pt2

based on last friday’s video bc im obsessed with it. (events that happened in the vlog may not be in order just so the story flows how i want, also might add or get rid of some things for that same reason ofc). definitely gonna be multiple parts if yall like it so please let me know!!

summary: when the triplets come back home from la, they reunite with their favorite summer tradition, staying in the house on the cape. amidst all of the familiar laughter, and reminiscing on old memories, y/n can’t ignore the feeling stirring in her heart. something that went deeper than friendship. as she grapples with the fact that her feelings for her lifelong best friend, matt, are more than what’s just at the surface, she must learn to navigate and balance the unspoken feelings, and the gut wrenching fear of risking it all.

a/n: sorry guys but i think im scrapping all my old fics. i just have lost interest in them and i dont want to give yall something that i just half assed yk. i just need something new 😖🙏 don’t hate me pls. also i didn’t proof read and i never do so hopefully this all makes sense LMAO

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“BOYS TRIP!” chris shouts through the house.

the triplets are back in boston from being in la. i’d be lying if i said that i didn’t wish that these visits would last forever. being across the country from my best friends sucked.

“oh yeah , and you’ll be there too. you’re one of the boys.” chris points at me, smiling before loading the car with our bags.

“chris please never say that again.” i cringe, but fail to keep in my laughter.

“i agree. that was disgusting.” nick chimes in.

“just wanted to make sure you know you’re included.” chris throws his hands up in defense.

“thanks.” i smile and shake my head before getting in the car.

we were staying at their house in cape cod, something all of us looked forward to each summer growing up.

we arrive at nate’s house to pick him up. after the group effort of showering him in compliments for his new hair cut, we get back in the car.

sandwiched between nick and nathan, i check the time on my phone. nick grabs my wrist and moves it out of the way to give himself a better view of my lock screen.

“that is such a cute picture.” he says admiringly. it was a picture of matt and i. the picture was taken from behind while matt gave a piggy back ride back to the car because my feet hurt from wearing heels to madison’s concert.

“you took it.” i laugh.

“i know. i really out did myself huh.” he hypes himself up. i smile and roll my eyes.

once we get to the cape house, we unload the car. all of our bags scattered haphazardly throughout our respective rooms. the same rooms each of us have stayed in for years. nate with chris, nick with matt, and me, having been the only girl, with my own room.

“let’s go to the beach!” nate walks out into the kitchen, clapping his hands together.

…

the beach was just within walking distance. matt and i fell behind the rest of the group.

“i’m so glad you’re back.” i tell him.

“me too. i missed you.” he replies.

“i missed you too.” i admit. “a lot.” i look up and meet his eyes. we just stare at each other for a second. we didn’t really need to say anything. it was almost just a mutual understanding that each other were our favorite person.

if only he knew the extent.

the only person i’ve confided in about my feelings for matt was nate. which was precisely why he kept shooting me knowing glances anytime matt and interacted. nate swore that he knew i was in love with matt for years, before i even knew myself.

i can’t exactly pinpoint when i fell in love with my best friend, but i do remember when i realized.

flashback

matt and i sit together in the hammock string between two large oak trees in the backyard of the cape house. the gentle breeze swaying us back and forth softly. the sun was going down just to the right of us. beautiful pink and orange hues paint the sky.

“i could stay right here forever.” matt breaks the silence that had fallen between us.

“me too.” i reply softly.

“oh hey i have something for you” he digs his hand around in his pocket and pulls out a baby pink seashell. he hands it it me.

“i’ve never seen a pink one like that before.” he tells me as i admire the gift.

“me either. i love it. thanks matt.” i smile sweetly at him.

“of course.” he returns the smile.

i feel the heartbeat in my chest racing and my cheeks heating up. the feeling i had been carrying around with me for quite some time became abundantly clear.

i was in love with my best friend.

when i got home that night, i tied a string around the shell, and wore it as a necklace. and i haven’t taken it off since.

end of flashback

that was back when we were 16. 4 whole years i’ve gone hiding my biggest secret from the one person i told everything to.

our gaze was interrupted by chris. “jesus, yall are some slow pokes” he hollers back at us.

we both laugh and pick up out pace.

soon we arrive at the beach. i’ve always loved the beach. it truly is my happy place.

especially when i’m with matt.

nick snaps pictures here and there.

“oh my gosh matt look! this is just like your tattoo!” i hold out a shell to him.

“oh shit you’re right.” he holds out his arm, revealing his tattoo.

“that’s sick.” chris admires the similarity while nick takes a picture.

…

later that night, we all sit in the living room debating on what movie to watch.

“chris im not watching planet of the apes again. we’ve watched it like 9 times already.” nick argues, shutting down chris’s pleads.

“how about grown ups?” matt suggests.

“yes i love that movie.” nate agrees.

“that’s fine with me.” nick shrugs and starts typing it in.

“is that good with you?” matt leans down to where i was sitting in front of him, his voice soft and genuine.

“yeah that’s good with me.” i tell him.

he smiles and pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing me to come sit up there with him. i stand up from my spot on the floor and sit down next to him. he drapes a blanket over the both of us.

about an hour or so into the movie, my eyes get heavy. i lean my head on matt’s shoulder, to which he responds with wrapping his arm around me. this was nothing out of the ordinary. there’s pictures going back to when we were in preschool of the two of us practically fused together passed out on the living room floor.

suddenly, a gentle shake of my shoulders woke me up from a sleep i hadn’t even known i fell into. my eyes flutter, slowly regaining focus. when they do, i’m met with matt’s gentle blue eyes.

“hey, you wanna go lay down in your bed? i don’t want your neck to be sore.” he asks, genuinely concerned for my comfort.

i look around, everyone else appeared to have gone into their rooms.

“yeah i probably should.” i say through a yawn.

matt grabs my hand and helps me stand up from the couch. we walk down the hallway. my room came before his and nicks.

“goodnight matt.” i say, slowly turning the doorknob.

“goodnight y/n. see ya in the morning.”

i toss and turn in bed, unable to fall asleep. i stand up from bed, and leave my room. slowly making my way to the kitchen to get a drink, careful to not wake anyone up.

i open the fridge and grab a water. before i can take a sip, i hear a familiar voice behind me.

“can’t sleep?” the sudden breach of silence made me jump a little. i turn around and see matt. he was leaned up against the door frame. his sweatpants falling dangerously low on his figure, his arm under his shirt itching his shoulder, exposing his midriff.

“nope. you?” i set my water down on the counter.

“hm mm” he replies.

we stand in silence for a few moments before matt breaks the silence again.

“wanna go to the beach?”

….

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[its-avalon-08]

why did you leave me (cl16)

part5!

multipart story! prev || next

summary : charles and y/n have always been best friends. but y/n has been in love with him forever. when charles starts dating a new girl, out of respect y/n distances herself. but how much is too much?

✦ pairing - charles leclerc x female reader

Charles had been in a foul mood all week. The breakup with Camille had left him heartbroken, but more than that, he felt a deep sense of loneliness. The one person he truly wanted to talk to was Y/N, but she had been so distant lately.

As he approached the Red Bull garage, he spotted a familiar group. Carlos, Lando, Max, and Lewis were standing together, laughing and chatting. Y/N was there too, looking radiant as ever, her laughter ringing out melodiously.

Charles' mood darkened further when he spotted Y/N chatting animatedly with Lando Norris. They stood close, laughing and sharing an easy camaraderie that used to belong to him and Y/N. Lando wrapped his arms around Y/N in a playful hug, and Charles felt a surge of jealousy and anger.

Charles' heart clenched as he watched her interact so effortlessly with the others. He made his way over, feeling a pang of jealousy mixed with longing.

"Hey, guys," Charles greeted, forcing a smile.

"Hey, Charles!" Carlos said, giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been a while," Charles replied, his eyes drifting to Y/N.

"Y/N was just telling us about her trip to Japan," Lando said, his eyes shining with excitement. "It sounded amazing!"

"You went to Japan?" Charles asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Y/N nodded, her smile faltering slightly as she met his gaze. "Yeah, it was a spontaneous trip. I needed a break."

"Sounds fun," Charles said, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice.

Max, sensing the tension, quickly changed the subject. "So, Charles, how’s the car feeling today?"

Charles answered distractedly, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/N. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been left out, that he was no longer a part of her life. As the conversation continued, he realized just how much he had missed. The others knew about her recent adventures, her new hobbies, even small details about her day-to-day life.

"Y/N's been really into photography lately," Lewis mentioned, showing Charles a stunning photo Y/N had taken on his phone. "She's got a real talent."

Charles clenched his jaw, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. He turned to Y/N, his eyes blazing. "Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Why did I have to find out from them?"

Y/N looked taken aback, her eyes wide with hurt. "Charles, I—"

"Why weren't you there anymore, Y/N?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why did you cut me out of your life? One day I woke up and you just weren't there anymore. No call, no text, no updates. You abandoned me."

The others exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the brewing storm. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "Charles, I didn’t mean to—"

"You didn’t mean to what?" he interrupted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You didn’t mean to leave your best friend behind? You didn’t mean to make me feel like I don’t matter anymore?"

"Charles, that’s not fair," Y/N said, her voice trembling. "You were happy with Camille. I didn’t want to intrude and I thought that was okay. That you were okay with it."

"Everything is far from okay," he snapped. "How come you have time for everyone else but me? You can be here for Lando, laughing and hugging, but you can't even spare a minute for your so-called best friend."

"Charles, please," Y/N said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Well, you did," he said, his voice cracking. "You hurt me more than you can imagine."

Y/N faced Charles, taken aback by his outburst. "Charles, I—"

"No, Y/N, let me finish," he interrupted, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've been through hell these past few weeks. Camille and I fucking broke up, and the one person I wanted to talk to, the one person I needed, was you. But you weren't there. You were nowhere to be found. Do you have any idea how that feels?"

Y/N's eyes widened with shock and guilt. "You and Camille broke up? Charles, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't know! You haven't been around to know anything about my life," he retorted. "I don't get it, Y/N. Why do you want to be friends with everyone else but me? Why are you pushing me away?"

Y/N reached out, trying to touch his arm, but he pulled away, the hurt and betrayal evident on his face. "I thought we were supposed to be there for each other, no matter what."

"We are," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible. "We are, Charles."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she realized the extent of his pain. "Charles, I never wanted to hurt you. I thought distancing myself was the right thing to do."

"Right for who? Because it sure as hell wasn't right for me," he said bitterly. "I've missed you so much, Y/N. You were my best friend, and now it feels like I've lost you too."

He asked, his voice breaking, "Why did you leave me?" Charles shook his head, his anger giving way to a deep sadness. "I just want to understand," he whispered.

Before Y/N could respond, Carlos stepped in, his tone gentle but firm. "Charles, maybe we should all take a moment to cool down. This isn’t the place for this conversation."

Charles nodded, his anger still simmering. He turned away, not trusting himself to speak without lashing out again. He needed to clear his head, to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions tearing him apart.

As he walked away, he heard Y/N’s soft sobs and it broke his heart even more. He knew he needed answers, but more than that, he needed to find a way to fix the shattered pieces of their friendship before it was too late.

[green-thots]

That Fucking Compression Shirt - Ran Takahashi x Reader

A/N - I’ll be honest this took absolutely forever but my absolute obsession with Ran Takahashi overpowered my writer’s block. Also I’m pissed that Tumblr gets rid of my indents every time I take a story from my docs and I’m too lazy to go back I and add it again.

Warnings - 18+ content, smut, reader is thirsty, lowkey choking, use of “good girl”, brat taming, & edging (if I missed any please tell me)

WC - 2782

I used to hate co-ed practice. The gym would always smell like ass and if it weren’t for the combination of my defense and our libero’s, we never would come close to winning a scrimmage.

But, dating a member of the opposite team makes practice just a bit more fun, especially when he decides to wear that oh-so-slutty compression shirt that he knows drives me crazy.

I’m convinced he only started wearing that to co-ed practice because on our first date, after a few too many drinks, I admitted that I would 100% jump on his dick if he ever wore his practice compression shirt around me ever again.

We’ve been practicing hitting lines for the past fifteen minutes and with the coaches on our ass after the last match, there’s no end in sight. My only saving grace is getting to watch sweaty Ran smack the ball about as hard as I’d like him to smack my ass, but he already knows that.

His shorts are shorter and tighter than usual, allowing me the wonderful view of his quads as he jumps into the air to reach the top of the net. But somehow, my view just gets better. His long sleeves make his biceps look large enough to choke me, which they are, and his abs tight enough to ride. I’ve seen his high school pictures, he definitely grew out of his twink look alike phase.

“I can smell the thirst from here,” Yuji mutters, snapping me out of my trance-like state. He’s standing with his hands on his hips with that self assured smirk on his face.

I turn to him with a glare, “I’m not thirsting over him, he just looks good.”

“Oh, you’re definitely thirsting over him. You’ve been eye-fucking him for practically the entire practice.” Yamauchi chimes in, popping into line behind Yuji and I.

“You two are absolutely insufferable,” I grumble, turning back around to the front of the line.

They both let out a laugh before Yuji spits out, “We’re just simply stating what’s true.” Earning an eye roll from me.

“Alright everybody, we’re switching to digs for a bit,” Coach yells, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention, “y/n, you’re up first.”

Goddamnit, this woman is going to be the death of me. It’s almost like she knows my head is as far away from volleyball right now as physically possible.

I walk into the middle of the court as Ishikawa is getting ready to spike at me.

Ran just so happens to be directly left of me so I bend a little lower than I normally would for a dig just to give him a better view of the ass he’s left his mark on. I smirk at him and his brows furrow, a dangerous glint in his eyes. To an outsider, he looks pissed, but I know that he’s just worked up and I’m more than happy to let him take his anger out on me once we get home.

Ishikawa approaches, swings, and slams the ball down toward the ground. Ishikawa is good, but I’ve been perfecting my digs for years. Just in time, I get my arms under the ball, popping it up into the setters box. The impact stings like a bitch but you get used to it when you’ve been practicing with Olympic level players for almost two years.

I walk back over next to Ran, Yuji taking his place next for digs.

“Stop being a brat,” he mutters in my ear. He side eyes me with a smirk on his lips.

“But it’s just so much fun watching you get all worked up,” I reply, narrowing my eyes at him. He glares at me, adjusting his shorts. Yeah, I knew you couldn’t resist me.

“You won’t be having this much fun when we get home,” he bites out, careful to not let anyone else hear our conversation.

~

After a brutal practice, filled with many more lust filled glares from my lovely boyfriend, I’m shaking in anticipation as I take my gear off and get ready to go home.

Ran walks over to my place on the floor, duffle bag in hand, “Let’s get out of here.”

I nod my head, pulling on my crocs and using his outstretched hand to pull me up off the ground.

“We should all go out for sushi,” Ogawa exclaims, murmurs of agreement sounding off around the gym.

Ran begins to pull me toward the gym doors, “we can’t, we already have plans for the night.” Ogawa pouts in disappointment, he’s always been pretty close with Ran.

As Ran and I walk out the door, Yuji shouts loud enough for the entire gym to hear, “try not to leave any visible marks this time!” He really never has any shame, even at the expense of me, his self-titled ‘best friend.’

Ran muffles a snort with his other hand. I throw up a middle finger behind me as I walk out the door.

Yuji knows Ran heavily enjoys marking, since after our last team beach trip, I had forgotten about the copious amount of hickies on my thighs until Yuji started cackling hysterically.

“I’m gonna kill him for that,” I say as we step out of the elevator into the parking garage.

~

I barely even get a second to kick off my shoes and drop my bag before I’m being slammed up against the wall, Ran’s lips on mine. His kisses are hungry and devouring.

Pulling away from my lips just barely an inch, he mutters, “why do you always make me pop a boner whenever we’re around friends?”

Although it’s most likely a rhetorical question and he’s not really expecting an answer, I tease, “Because I know you’ll punish me as soon as we get home and we both know I enjoy your punishments much more than I hate them.”

He gives me a knowing look then presses his lips back on mine, biting slightly on my lower lip. “You’ve got such a dirty little mouth on you,” he says against my lips.

I smile, playing with the hem of his shirt, starting to ride it up over his stomach. I drag his shirt up slowly. Over the entirety of his abs, up to his chest, and over his shoulders, pulling it over his head and outstretched arms, throwing it somewhere across the room. Usually, he wouldn’t even let me get this far. He would pin my hands to the wall before I could even touch him and stop any seductive plan I had my mind set on.

He moves his hands to fondle my ass through my shorts, his lips traveling down onto the sweet spot where my jaw connects with my neck. I throw my head back and let out a whimper. It’s almost like he knows my body as well as he knows his own.

I run my hands through the roots of his thick waves, tugging slightly when I reach the crown of his head. He lets out a low growl, continuing his assault on my neck that is sure to leave marks but looking up at me in warning.

I know I’m beginning to tug at the ends of the already short leash he’s letting me have, but it’s just so much fun when he gets mad.

“Jump,” he growls, his face still buried in my neck. Not wanting to push my limits, I oblige. I jump and wrap my legs around his waist, his hands still planted firmly on my ass, holding me in place.

He quickly moves us out of the entryway, up the stairs, and into our bedroom without much hassle. He throws me down onto the bed and lurks over me. I think this might just be my favorite version of Ran. His hair fluffy and wild from my hands just moments ago. He’s breathing heavily and his abs are glistening with the still-lingering sweat from practice. And to put the cherry on top, there is a very obvious tent in his pants, as if the gray sweats didn’t already leave more than enough to the imagination. He’s a heavenly sight. I would even go as far to say he’s god-like in my eyes.

He leans down even closer to me and swipes off my shirt and sports bra in one smooth motion. My nipples harden at the sudden rush of cold air from the constant use of the air conditioner.

Softly but so demanding at the same time, Ran puts one large hand around my throat. He doesn’t apply much pressure, but he uses my neck to push me down flat onto the bed, chiming, “You’re so naughty, aren’t ya’ babe?”

I try to nod with what little motion of my head his hand allows. If I wasn’t dripping while staring at him during practice then I sure am now.

He glides the hand around my throat down to fondle my chest, using his other hand to prop himself up over me.

“I know how much you love it when I feel you up,” He purrs, his breath hot over my stomach, “but I don’t think you deserve that.”

“You’re just gonna keep torturing me all night?” I whine, threading my fingers through his hair once again.

“Maybe,” he says, pausing to leave a kiss right above the waistband of my spandex, “I guess that will depend on how good you are for the remainder of the night.”

With the hand he was using on my chest, he pushes my legs apart. He starts to rub my inner thigh, so close enough to where he knows I want him but so far it’s frustrating the hell out of me. I huff in annoyance and he lets out a short, raspy laugh.

“Well I’m very happy my pain brings you amusement,” I snark, pulling his hair enough to make him jolt a bit.

His eyes are glazed when he looks up at me from in between my legs, “Based on the way your pussy is soaking through your shorts, I know you’re enjoying this.”

Okay, maybe he does have a point.

He grasps the waistband of my shorts and panties, letting his fingers brush against my bikini line. I lift my hips up off the bed, giving Ran the chance to tug them off.

“Motherfucker,” he mutters, just barely loud enough for me to hear, “you must be really worked up.” He runs a finger through the slick that has already gathered at my entrance, a devilish smirk on his face. The sadistic side of him enjoys how much he affects me when in reality he is doing so little.

He leans closer and closer until his nose brushes my clit. He licks a painfully slow stripe up my cunt pulling a moan of both pleasure and annoyance from my lips. He hums in response to my noises, his voice vibrating my pussy in the best way. At an almost torturously slow pace, he circles my clit with his tongue.

“Please,” I beg, “just go faster.”

“Only good girls get to feel good,” Ran hums against me, his words barely even register in my head as he slides a long finger inside of me. He takes it slow but finds my g-spot with the tip of his finger almost immediately.

He thrusts his finger into me, slow enough to tease, but fast enough to keep me from complaining. He slips in a second finger and then a third, keeping pace by upping the speed of the circles around my clit.

I arch my hips closer to him, pressing his face harder into my pussy and trying to get his fingers to go as deep as they can.

With all the anticipation from the day and the yearning from not getting the chance to fuck in almost two weeks, I’m already on the edge.

“Oh my- Fuck,” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut, “I think I’m gonna cum.” Immediately, he stops everything. He stands up, pulling his fingers out of me. They’re slick and nearly dripping. He makes a show out of slowly licking them clean, his glazed over eyes staring so deeply that I’m sure at that moment he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Now why’d you have to go and stop? We were just getting to the fun part,” I pout, throwing my arms over my head. God, being a brat really is my favorite.

He’s stepping out of his sweats and boxers, “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t going to cum unless you prove you can be good?” Ran shoots back with a hint of humor in his voice. His cock is rock hard, resting against his thigh and the tip is beginning to drip with precum. I just know he must be itching to fuck me into next week right here, right now but he’s holding back all for the sake of teaching me a lesson when we both know I’ll be right back to being a brat within a few days.

He strokes his cock slowly, letting the tip drag up and down my pussy. He uses his other hand to squeeze my thigh, surely leaving bruises that will be hard to cover up during tomorrow’s practice.

“I promise I’ll be good, babe, just please fuck me,” I give him my best puppy dog eyes as I beg. We both know I’m full of shit but Ran takes immense pleasure in watching me beg for just an ounce of pleasure from him.

He lets out a laugh that I truly believe rivals the epitome of happiness and finally slips the tip of his cock into my cunt, “Lucky for you I might cum in my pants if I don’t, but I haven’t decided if you deserve to cum yet.” He’s fucking cruel but I love it.

He slides all seven inches to the hilt, filling me up so good. Although we’ve been fucking like rabbits almost daily since we started dating nearly two years ago, I’ll never get tired of the way he makes me feel so whole. He starts thrusting slowly, his cock head nearly bruising my cervix with every thrust. His hands now rest on my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin, leaving red marks that are sure to turn black and blue eventually.

A mix of my own moans and Ran’s echo around the room as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. His head is thrown back and his eyes are pressed shut. In turn, I’m gazing at the beautiful sight of Ran in pure bliss before me, which enhances my own pleasure tenfold.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moans, his eyes now open and looking down at where our bodies are connected, “god you feel so good.” By now, he’s pounding me so hard I might just struggle to walk in the morning. He has the mix of fast and deep that we both enjoy perfected to the point where I’m at the edge again after only a few minutes.

“I’m gonna cum,” I stutter out, feeling so much pleasure that it takes too much brain power to form just one coherent sentence.

He’s gazing into my eyes now, “I’m nearly there, just wait for me.” If it was even possible to go faster, then he’s picking up his pace to that point, fucking me so fast that my body is vibrating at a frequency that I didn’t even know was possible until now.

“Ran, please, I’ve been so good” I beg, tears in my eyes from pleasure so intense it’s borderline painful. He grunts, his jaw clenched as he reaches to rub my clit with one hand.

“Come on now then, sweets,” he says. I can feel his cock pulsating inside of me telling me that he won’t last much longer either.

With one more thrust, the stimulation becomes too much, pushing me over the edge. I cum with a moan so loud the neighbors two floors down are sure to file a noise complaint again.

Within seconds, Ran is cumming, too, spilling so deeply inside me. He slows to a stop, his cock still buried inside my pussy. His breathing is heavy and the way he’s looking at me can only be described as love in its highest form.

“Maybe you should start being a brat more often if it’s going to result in some of the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had,” He jokes, pulling out of me to rest on the bed next to me.

“Well then maybe you should start wearing that compression shirt around me more often if you wanna get lucky.”

[wileys-russo]

Reader joking with Leah that she given her the ick when she argues with the ref 😂

the ick II l.williamson

you watched with a wince as alessia's feet were swept out from her, the ball sent flying out as the tall girl basically did a front flip and landed on her stomach with a grunt and a wheeze.

"shit less are you okay?" you hurried over, tugging down her shorts and shirt where they'd ridden up and squatting by her as caitlin and kim quickly joined you. "i think its my ribs." the blonde winced, reaching out for your hands as you gently helped her sit up and kim waved for the medics to come over.

"are you jokin me how the fucks that not a card!" you looked up as you heard an all too familiar voice shout angrily, a head of blonde hair storming over toward the ref. "go." caitlin nodded knowingly as she stayed with alessia and the medics, you and kim hurrying over to try and start damage control.

"leah." you warned once you were within earshot, your girlfriend giving the ref an absolute mouthful as katie forever the supportive best friend stood right beside her doing the same. you watched with cautious eyes as the refs hand hovered by her back pocket.

"lee please stop it. she's fine!" you stood in front of the taller girl, shoving her back as she ignored you and continued to berate the decision, the ref only awarding a free kick.

"leah stop!" you wrapped your arms around her waist, head to her chest as you forcefully pushed the taller girl away, having to use all your strength as she pointed angrily over your shoulder continuing to yell, lia was quick to appear by your side to try and calm her down.

"yeah good fucking call mate. some professional you are!" leah scoffed as you continued to shoulder her away, lia doing her best to help as the blonde defender continued on her rant.

"leah catherine! you're being unprofessional." you quipped, finally gaining her attention as she scowled, mocking the ref holding up a yellow card in her direction.

"nice one! that's given me the ick." you rolled your eyes and let go of her as she looked at you in bewilderment. "the ick? the hell does that mean?" she asked as you ignored her, continuing to walk off as she followed and grabbed your top.

"what's an ick?? babe!" leah groaned as you pushed her hand off and continued to walk away. "you tucking your shirt into your shorts? ick. you kicking off at the ref and getting a yellow? ick." you refused to explain anymore, head turning as you heard jonas calling out for you, you and alessia to be subbed off for kyra and stina.

"oi but that doesn't explain anything!" leah called after you with a frown as you only gave her a shrug before jogging off, clapping kyra on the back as she took your place.

"what's she on about now?" beth chuckled as leah went right to lotte, flailing her hands about as the brunette only shrugged and nodded for leah to find her place beside her as katie readied to throw in.

"told her she gave me the ick." you shrugged, collapsing down into the seat beside her as the shorter blonde let out a loud laugh at your words. "and let me guess she's not got a clue what that means?" beth grinned as you shook your head, slight smile curling onto your lips.

"you right less?" you asked as the blonde gingerly sat down on beths other side, holding an ice pack to her stomach as she nodded. "bit winded. whats this about icks?" alessia raised an eyebrow. "she told leah the card and kickin about at the ref gave her the ick." beth chuckled as you nodded.

"and she's got no idea what that means, nor am i going to tell her." you smiled, tugging on your subs bib and settled into your seat. "thats cruel." alessia shook her head with a smile, the three of you tuning back into the game.

"serves her right for giving me the ick."

~

"oh come on! not one of you will tell me? whats she payin you? i'll double it!" leah huffed angrily, having asked almost the entire team now what your earlier words had meant, no one willing to give her much more than a smile in response, some apologetic but most amused.

"failed bribery. jot that down as another ick please g!" you tapped the younger girl beside you's leg who grinned, gio pulling out her phone. "don't you dare!" leah warned as the brazilian hesitated, slipping her phone back into her pocket at the blondes threatening glare.

"you're scaring the kids love thats not very nice, yet another ick." you sighed, pulling gio into a hug with a shake of your head as leah stormed off, boots clacking away toward her own cubby. "are you going to tell her?" gio laughed as you let go of her.

"if she asks nicely enough maybe i'll consider it." you ruffled her hair and stood, grabbing your things and headed off to shower.

when you returned the change rooms had half cleared out, and you smiled still seeing leah attempt to get out of someone the answer to her ongoing question. why she hadn't just googled it already was beyond you.

"ready to go?" you called out to her, stopping her insistent plea's in vics direction. "we're not goin anywhere till you explain yourself." leah appeared in front of you with crossed arms and a scowl.

"okay. well i'll be waiting in the car then!" you smiled, kissing her cheek and holding up her keys you'd swiped earlier from her bag, darting off before she could snatch them back off you.

sure enough you'd only made it a few steps out of the change room before you heard her footsteps follow quickly after you, refusing to turn and meet the eyes you felt burning into the back of your head as you strode off toward the car park.

you unlocked her car as you were within reach, moving to pop her boot and toss your stuff in, waiting for her to do the same before you gave her the keys with an innocent smile, slipping into the passenger side.

"we are not leaving until you tell me what an ick is." leah huffed, dropping the keys in her lap and fixing you with a frown as you shrugged, settling back into your chair. "babe come on!" leah whined when you remained silent, only giving her an infuriatingly cute smile.

"whats an ick?" leah questioned again impatiently. "what are mine? well-" you cleared your throat and held up your hand as she sighed deeply at your dramatics.

"when someone acts like they know everything and can't learn anything, when someone is rude to food service workers, people who wear sunglasses at night or indoors, chewing with your mouth open or talking with your mouth full, clapping when the plane lands-" you listed them off on your fingers, only furthering leahs confusion.

"i am so lost." she exhaled with a sigh and a shake of her head. "when someone refuses to drive their very tired girlfriend home..." you trailed off pulling a face as leah pushed your shoulder, rolling her eyes and starting up the car.

"you are honestly one of the most insufferable human beings i've ever met."

~

"oi!"

you smiled at the sound of your girlfriends angry cry from downstairs, sprawled out on the bed reading a book as she'd decided she was going to ignore you until you explained, which you were still refusing to.

you heard her footsteps thump up and toward the bedroom, the blonde bursting through the door and standing at the end of the bed glaring down at you, phone in hand.

"ick is a slang term that is commonly used to describe a feeling of disgust or aversion towards something or someone." leah read off the screen, hands moving to her hips as her glare intensified.

"now you know." you nodded with a smile, returning your attention to your book. "i disgust you?" leah cried out, jumping on top of you and moving your book to the side, adorable pout settled on her features.

"no. your behavior gave me the ick lee, not you." you laughed and smacked her gently on the head with your book as she sat back with a groan before belly flopping down on top of you.

"but that ref was an idiotic prick." she mumbled into your shoulder where her face was smoosh against you, your hands coming to card through her hair.

"maybe so, but it was hardly intelligent to kick off and get a card now was it? what if you already had one and then we were down to ten? who does that help lee?" you chuckled, feeling her exhale heavily into your her jumper.

"can't believe i give you the ick." she pulled her head up and frowned down at you, eyebrows knitted together and bottom lip jutted out slightly. with an amused smile at the older girls behavior you quickly pecked her lips a few times

"would you like me to list all the ways you do?" you smiled in response to her previous statement, thumb caressing her cheek lovingly as she scoffed and hit your shoulder.

"m'gonna write you a list of all of my icks." leah huffed, collapsing back on top of you with a deep exhale. "mm you get on that love." you hummed with a smile, laughing as she grabbed your hands, tucking one up the back of her top and returning the other to play with her hair.

"everyone thinks you're this big tough stern faced captain when really you're just a moody stroppy baby." you teased, nails scratching up and down the warm bare skin of her back. "am not!" leah protested, quick to complain that you'd stopped scratching her back shortly afterwards only proving your point as you gave her a knowing look.

"shut up, thats giving me the ick." leah sighed, the taller girl melting into your touch causing you to let out a laugh, body vibrating under hers as she smiled against your neck.

"leah that is not how it works."