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BLOCK ME OUT
rafe cameron x fem!reader
SUMMARY: haunted by her exâs cruel words, y/n wishes she could block herself out. but rafe sees her differentlyâlike she hung the stars in the sky.
based on this ask !! thank you for this anon, apologies that itâs taken so long, but i hope itâs what you asked for and you enjoy it :) <3
(check out my other rafe cameron & drew starkey works here !!)
WARNINGS: appearance insecurities, angsty with a soft ending, soft!rafe, rafe thinking violent thoughts (nothing unusualđ), past emotionally/verbally abusive relationship (readerâs ex), crying, cursing, allusions to sex. (lmk if i missed anything !!)
WORD COUNT: 2k
THIRD PERSON +
Y/N stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, eyes tracing the features she had long since memorised yet never quite accepted. The fluorescent light above cast harsh shadows, making every perceived flaw stand out even moreâthe uneven texture of her skin, the way her cheeks seemed too full in certain angles but too hollow in others, the faint blemishes she could never quite cover no matter how much makeup she wore. Her fingers ghosted over her jawline, then moved to her lips, hesitating as if debating whether they were too thin or too full.
She sighed, dropping her hand and looking away. It didnât matter. It never did.
âY/N?â
Rafeâs voice echoed from the hallway, warm and familiar. He must have noticed how long she had been in here. She took a breath and composed herself before stepping out, her lips pulling into a small, forced smile.
âHey,â she said casually.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her with that soft yet unreadable expression he sometimes had when he thought she wasnât looking. His blue eyes flickered over her face, taking in every detail as if memorising it. She knew he was about to say somethingâprobably a compliment, because he always did. And just like always, she prepared to ignore it.
âYou look beautiful,â Rafe murmured, almost absentmindedly, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.
Y/N scoffed quietly, shaking her head as she crossed the room. âNo, I donât.â
Rafe frowned slightly, his brows drawing together in concern, but he didnât argue. He never did. Instead, he just watched as she climbed into bed beside him, her body curling up instinctively, as if trying to take up less space. He noticed that too.
It had started small, the little deflections. The way she would dismiss any compliment he gave her with a wave of her hand or a disbelieving laugh. At first, he assumed she was just being humble, but the more time he spent with her, the more he realized it was something else.
Something deeper.
A wound that hadnât healed.
Rafe didnât push. He didnât ask. But he noticed.
Like the way her smile always faltered for just a second when someone called her pretty, as if the word physically pained her. Or how she always changed the subject when he told her she was beautiful, shifting the conversation so quickly it was almost seamless. If he wasnât paying such close attention, he mightâve missed it.
But he was always paying attention.
Y/N knew she should appreciate Rafeâs compliments, knew that he wasnât just saying them to be nice. But she couldnât make herself believe them. Not after everything.
Not after him.
Her exâs voice still lingered in the back of her mind like a ghost, whispering cruel words she could never quite erase.
âYou really think youâre all that? God, Y/N, youâre so damn insecure itâs pathetic.â
âI donât know why you even bother with makeupâit doesnât help.â
âNo oneâs looking at you the way you think they are. Youâre just⌠average.â
She had spent so much time believing those words, internalising them, letting them take root deep inside her until they became an unshakable truth. And now, even though he was gone, even though she had someone like Rafe in her lifeâsomeone who looked at her like she was the most breathtaking thing heâd ever seenâshe still couldnât silence that voice.
Rafe had never once made her feel anything less than wanted. He never criticised, never made offhanded comments that chipped away at her self-worth. But that didnât mean she knew how to accept kindness when it was given to her.
She felt his fingers brush lightly against her arm, snapping her out of her thoughts.
âYou tired?â he asked, voice low and gentle.
She nodded, grateful for the easy out. âYeah. Just a long day.â
Rafe didnât question it. He just reached over and pulled the blanket up over her, as if shielding her from whatever weight she was carrying. And maybe in his own way, he was.
She turned onto her side, facing away from him, but she could still feel his gaze on her, feel the warmth of his presence beside her.
For a moment, she let herself pretend that it was enough.
â
The night had started out perfectly.
Dinner was casual, nothing extravagantâjust the two of them at his place, sitting across from each other, laughing between bites of food. It had been easy. Light. Y/N had almost felt normal, like the weight of her insecurities wasnât pressing so hard against her ribs.
Rafe had been extra touchy that eveningâhis fingers brushing hers when he handed her a glass of wine, his palm resting at the small of her back as they moved through the house. Small touches, each one sending a shiver down her spine.
And now, here they were.
Y/N lay beneath him, the world shrinking to just the two of them, just the warmth of his body and the way his lips moved against hers like he couldnât get enough. His hands skimmed her sides, slow and teasing, as if memorising every inch of her.
The air in the room had thickened, charged with something electric.
She shouldâve been lost in it.
But she wasnât.
Because the moment his fingers hooked under the hem of her shirt, inching it up over her ribs, that voice came creeping back.
âYou think he really wants to see you?â
âYou think he wonât notice how bad you look from this angle?â
âGod, Y/N, youâre so damn insecure, itâs pathetic.â
She tensed.
Rafe noticed immediately.
His lips paused against her neck, and she felt his breath, felt the slight hesitation in his movements. âYou okay?â he murmured, voice laced with concern.
Y/N forced a nod, forcing herself to push through it. Donât ruin this. Donât overthink it. Just let him love you.
But then his hands moved again, slipping beneath the fabric, and panic surged through her like a tidal wave.
Suddenly, she wasnât here anymore. She was back in that old apartment, standing under fluorescent lighting as her ex tilted his head and examined her with a critical gaze.
âYour stomach isnât as flat as you think.â
âI mean, yeah, you look good from the right angle, but not always.â
âDonât get mad. Iâm just being honest.â
Her breath hitched. The room felt smaller. Her chest ached.
She didnât even realise she was shaking until Rafe pulled back, brows furrowed in confusion.
âY/N?â His voice was softer now, laced with something she couldnât place. âTalk to me, baby.â
But she couldnât.
Because she was already spiralling.
She shoved at his chest lightly, needing space, needing air. And Rafeâsweet, perceptive Rafeâmoved immediately, sitting back on his heels, giving her exactly what she needed. But even with the distance, she couldnât breathe right.
âIâI canât do this,â she choked out, her throat tightening. âI justâI donâtââ
Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision. She felt pathetic, completely unravelling in front of him over something so stupid.
But Rafe didnât move, didnât rush her. He just watched her, eyes scanning her face like he was trying to piece together what had broken.
She ran a shaky hand through her hair, her breaths coming faster. âI justââ Her voice cracked, and she squeezed her eyes shut. âI donât feel good enough for you.â
The confession slipped out before she could stop it, and suddenly, the dam broke.
Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she covered her face with her hands, ashamed of how easily she was falling apart.
âY/NâŚâ
She felt the mattress dip as Rafe moved closer, but he didnât touch her. He just waited.
Waited for her to speak.
Waited for her to let him in.
She sniffled, wiping at her tears, but more came. âIâI donât get how you could look at me like you do,â she whispered. âI donât get how you could actuallyââ She sucked in a shaky breath. âHow you could actually want this.â
Rafeâs brows furrowed, confusion and pain flashing across his face. âWhat are you talking about?â
She let out a wet, bitter laugh. âI see myself, Rafe. I see what I look like from different angles. I know what people see.â
Rafe was shaking his head before she even finished speaking. âYou donât know what I see.â
She swallowed hard. âI justââ Her voice trembled. âI worry that⌠that youâre not actually attracted to me. That you just think you are.â
The silence stretched between them, heavy and thick.
And then, softly, carefully, Rafe asked, âWhy do you think that?â
She exhaled shakily, dropping her gaze.
She didnât want to tell him. She didnât want to open that box. But he deserved to know.
âMy ex,â she finally whispered. âHe⌠he made sure I knew what was wrong with me. All the time.â
Rafe went rigid.
She saw itâthe way his jaw clenched, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. He inhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm, but she could see the fire behind his eyes.
âY/N,â he said, voice low and steady, like he was trying to keep himself from falling apart. âTell me what he said to you.â
Her throat felt tight, but she forced the words out. âHe told me I wasnât as pretty as I thought. That my body wasnât as nice as I thought. That I only looked good from certain angles.â Her voice cracked. âAnd I believed him.â
Rafe exhaled sharply, looking away, his hands gripping the sheets like he was barely holding himself together. She could see the anger simmering beneath his skin, the way he wanted to break something, to scream, to hurt the person who had done this to her.
But he didnât.
Instead, he turned back to her, and when he spoke again, his voice was full of something even stronger than rage.
Love.
âY/N,â he said, his tone soft but firm. âI need you to listen to me.â
She swallowed hard, nodding weakly.
He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing away her tears. âYou are the most beautiful person Iâve ever seen. And not just from certain angles. Always.â
She tried to look away, but he didnât let her.
âYou think I donât notice the way you brush off my compliments? The way you never believe me when I tell you how fucking perfect you are?â His voice wavered slightly, but he kept going. âIt kills me, Y/N. It kills me that someone made you feel like this. That someone convinced you that you werenât enough.â
More tears welled in her eyes. âRafeâŚâ
âNo.â His voice was raw now, his emotions spilling over. âYou are everything to me. Everything. And I donât just want youâI crave you. Every part of you. Every inch of you. I donât care what angle, what lighting, what bullshit insecurity you think you haveâI love all of it. Because itâs you.â
Her lip trembled. âBut what ifââ
âNo what-ifs,â he interrupted, shaking his head. âYou are enough. You are more than enough.â
She broke.
Sobs wracked her body, and Rafe pulled her into his arms, holding her like he would never let go. He whispered into her hair, his voice soothing and warm, telling her over and over again how perfect she was, how much he loved her, how much she meant to him.
And for the first time in a long time, she wanted to believe him.
Because when Rafe Cameron looked at her, he didnât see flaws. He didnât see imperfections.
He saw the stars.
And maybe, just maybe, she could learn to see them too.
(divider by @kodaswrld !!)
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this was such a cute and emotional one :â) i had this written up before i went away but finally got to editing it, just spending eh next couple days editing and posting the requests in my drafts !!
i hope this is what you asked for anon !! and as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated :) donât hesitate to request <3
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"This might be a new low for you." Hero's voice is firm, unwavering. Villain looks up from their delicate work, crossing of wires and fuses. They were hoping to get this explosive planted quickly and efficiently, though Hero's presence may delay their goal.
"I didn't know you previously held such a high opinion of me. I'm flattered." Villain's speaks in a deadpan tone.
Hero crosses the room, standing before Villain, arms folded in irritation. "A government building? Really? I thought my opinion of you couldn't get lower, but you dropped the bar into hell." Villain looks up, meeting their stern glower. Their fingers drum across the wooden desk the explosives sit on, holding Hero's gaze.
"Is this supposed to have any effect on me? I'm used to your scorn." They stand up, rising to Hero's height. "Either try to stop me or get lost. If you try to fight me, though, know I won't go easy on you this time."
This was too important. They didn't have time to play their usual games with Hero, or worry about their disappointment.
"I can tell." Hero speaks, sitting down on the desk, as if uncaring about the literal ticking bomb inches away. "You have that look on your face. Like you're thinking hard about something." They sigh as if exhausted. "Trying to fight you when you get like this never goes well."
"So leave-"
"Nope." Hero crosses their legs, uncrosses them, and leans back, meeting Villain's stare again. They're forcing a show of relaxation, but Villain doesnât miss the way their limbs shake, or the way fingers won't stay still. "I have a better idea." They continue.
"Do go on."
"You go ahead and finished setting up these explosives and high tail it out of here like a coward, and I'll stay here." Hero's tone is like that of someone discussing the weather, or the latest sports game.
Villain blinks, opens their mouth, and closes their mouth before finally finding their words.
"What? You do know what a bomb is, right? I know your skull is a bit thick, but you do realize what would happen in that case?"
Hero makes a show of a fake explosion with their hand, complete with an auditory Woosh.
"I'd be turned into paste. Probably. If your weapons skills are even that good." They try to keep their voice in that same casual tone, but yet again, Villain doesn't miss the slight tremble. They're frightened. None of this makes sense.
Villain pauses for a moment. "Are you suicidal? Is this a cry for help because I'm sure this Hero gig of yours pays well enough for some therapy-"
"Nothing like that." Hero interrupts with a shake of their head and a laugh devoid of humor. "I appreciate the concern, but no, that's not what's going on here."
Staying quiet for a moment, Villain waits for them to elaborate.
"I'm calling your bluff." They say simply. Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "It's easier than trying to fight you and getting my ass kicked."
Frowning, Villain speaks a bit firmer, still confused though. "You're what?"
"I am calling your bluff. You can go ahead and blow up this building, but I'll be right here when it detonates." Hero smirks, like they've figured villain out.
Standing up taller, they lean over the wooden table and grab one of Hero's shoulders harshly. Their face becomes something wild.
"Are you really so self-centered, so arrogant, that you somehow- somehow in that stupid mind of yours think-" They exhale harshly through their nose and let go. "You think that your stupid threat of self destruction is enough to make me change my mind? You think your life matters to me, at all?" Their voice gets harsher as they speak, volume raising slightly. Why would Hero even try this?
"Okay then. So prove how worthless my life is to you." Hero shrugs. "You go ahead and set the bomb off, and I'll stay here." Hero tries to hide their smug smile. Despite their fear, they know they've caught Villain off guard.
Pinching their own face so hard they worry their nails may cut skin, Villain breathes loudly.
"You realize I could turn this back around on you, right? I could call your bluff. You wish to risk your life like this?"
"Call my bluff then." They challenge. "Unless you defuse this bomb, I'm not leaving." Hero raises their chin defiantly, eyes dagger sharp.
Villain rounds the table, grabbing Hero roughly, jostling them with a grip hard enough to ache. Hero's face doesn't change. "You think I can't drag you out of here? That I couldn't possibly knock you out and take you with me?" And then give them lecture filled with ire boarding on something violent later.
"You can certainly try," They keep that rebellious smile on their face, "but I'd fight you tooth and nail the whole way, and is that how you want to spend your precious escape time?"
Sneering, Villain can't decide if they want to shove them away or grip them tighter. "I hate you. I hate you so much." They all but snarl at them. If the imminent threat of explosion didn't kill Hero, they're sure the look on their enemy's face would.
Still, Hero pushes. "No, you don't. If you did, you'd already be out the door. You'd be killing two birds with one stone." Hero's hand reaches for the beeping package of wires, hand trembling, but they grab it nonetheless. They shove it to Villain roughly.
"Prove you hate me. Or defuse the bomb." They keep on the act of confidence, but that underlying dread is still in their eyes, the deep seated fear of what will happen.
Idiotic as always, Villain decides. Like there was any chance Villain would do anything else but spare them. Their stupid, infuriating Hero.
"I can't stand you." They growl, ripping one wire from the fuse.
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Friends no More
âJadon Sancho
Word count: 2.3K
Warnings: Mention of sex. Reader has curly hair
Drea's note: I miss my man lol. Enjoy
You and Jadon were close for a very long time. You have known each other since you were both children. With him only being a year older than you, were inseparable.
You were always at his Watford games, birthday parties and even family gatherings and as the two of you grew up and hit your teen years, your parents would joke about you and him finally making it official as a couple. You brushed it off in fear of ruining your friendship for something that had the possibility of not working out.
You were best friends. Always there for each other when you needed it the most, whether it was spamming each otherâsphones with the dumbest text messages and memes or even if it was to cry to one another about a bad day or game.
Thatâs how it was, and nothing would change that, right?
Well, no, because before you even turned sixteen, Jadon had upped and left for Germany to further pursue his football career. You were happy for him and he was happy too, but loneliness struck both of you as soon as he left for Dortmund. You no longer had someone to talk to about literally anything. You no longer had the chance to spend time with him and even if you got to FaceTime and call him, the calls were short.
It came as no surprise to you when you stopped calling each other. You only casually spoke via text. It was like you lost your best friend, but you know that wasnât true. His mom would check up on you and tell you that Jadon spoke about you ever so often.
But why didnât he check up on you himself?
You usually asked yourself this question but then brushed it off as well.
The news of his transfer back to England caught you unexpectedly. You always heard rumours spreading about it and never brought it up with Jadon in fear of pestering him but when it was finalised, you were quick to give him a call.
âYou went through with it?â You smile at the camera, and he smiles back.
âYeah. I missed home,â he looks at you and then continues, âYou stay in Manchester, right? For uni?â
âWhy?â You sing and giggle when he rolls his eyes at you.
âBecause Iâm gonna need a place to stay before getting my apartment in order, so-â
âSo you want to crash with me?â you cut him off and squeal.
âYes, just for two weeks,â he releases a belly laugh.
âItâs more of a studio apartment, so youâll have to sleep on the couch,â you raise your brows and giggle, but he only shrugs, assuring you that heâs okay with that.
Soon enough, he was back in England. Your families planned a welcome home party for him. Unfortunately, you couldnâtmake it due to work, but youâd see him that night at your place. Youâd given your mother your spare keys to give to him at the party so he wouldnât have to wait long for you to knock off from work.
Itâs about ten PM when you finally reach your apartment. Your living room light is on which indicates that Jadon is there and still awake.
Your stomach flips as you take a deep breath in and out. You hadnât seen him in person for more than two years, and now, here you are about to see him. You muster up the strength to walk to the front door, unlock it and open it before walking in and finding Jadon sitting on your couch watching highlights of a United game a few seasons back.
âJadon,â you whisper, too overwhelmed to speak.
âHi, sweetheart,â he turns, stands up and walks to you, ready to help you out of your coat, but before he can, you hug him, burying your teary face in his chest.
He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you, too. His heart skips many beats. Itâs not said, but he missed you so much. Heâs missed his best friend so much, and now youâre reunited.
It feels like a dream to both of you. Maybe itâs because youâre both tired, having just arrived in England a few hours ago. Youâre sure jet lag has caught up to him, and you just finished off a hard day at work.
But this is real.
Heâs here.
You let go of him and smile, wiping away a few stray tears before he finally gets you out of your coat and motions for you to sit.
âHow are you?â he grins, âJeez, you look different.â
âIâm good, overwhelmed but good.â you chuckle, âand whatâs that last thing you said supposed to mean?â you slap his shoulder playfully.
âI havenât seen you in so long, y/n, so you look different. You look Pretty.â
You feel your cheeks increasing in temperature. You look away, and he catches on to what he'd said.
âI said that out loud huh? Sorry,â he tries pushing it away but clearly, itâs too late.
âSo are you sure youâre okay with sleeping on the couch? You think youâll survive for a whole two weeks on that thing?â you quickly change the subject and point to your white couch.
Itâs not that small, but seeing how muscular heâs become, he might struggle to stay on it in his sleep.
âYeah, I donât. Plus I know you can cook so I wonât have to eat hotel food,â he tilts his head and you laugh and then yawn.
âYou should prepare for bed. You seem tired.â
You nod and walk to your bedroom before returning with bed covers to make Jadonâs couch experience as comfortable as possible.
You wake the next morning to the sound of something frying up in the kitchen. You rub your eyes and head towards the noise to find Jadon flipping pieces of bacon.
âI thought you wanted me to cook for you.â you giggle, catching his attention.
âMorning to you too, and I thought it would be a nice way to say thanks for letting me stay here,â he smiles, placing a few pieces of bacon on separate plates with eggs and two slices of toast.
âThatâs very sweet, J.â
He smiles and averts eye contact. You take a seat by your round dining table and dig in.
For the next few days, Jadon does the same thing every morning. You wake up to something cooking, and you eat it with him before you go to work or your university classes.
Heâs missed you more than he thought, and a part of him tells him there is something else to this feeling. Itâs been a week seeing you already, but he feels heâs missing something. Heâs with you, spent the entire week with you, but feels heâs far from you.
Jadon stands in your bathroom, staring at his barely awake figure in the large mirror that hovers above your basin. You werenât home since you left a few hours before he woke up.
The last thing you heard that morning in your apartment was his muffled snoring from him lying on his belly. His toned, honey-brown back was exposed from the bedsheet, only covering his lower half. You ran your eyes to his bent arms, which he used as extra leverage for his pillow. Theyâre painted in black and colourful ink that attractively accentuates his buff arms. He breathes deeply, which only pops his back curves and dips even more. You were tempted to touch on one of the triceps but chose otherwise.
You canât lie that he looks extremely alluring in that position, with the morning sun rays painting themselves onto his flawless skin. You lowered your gaze to where the cream bedsheet began covering his lower half, stared at the scrunched-up material and sighed. Is it weird that you were doing that? So much time has passed since you had seen him. You are both young adults now, and you know that the dynamics of your relationship could have changed. The question is, do you want it to change, or do you want to stay as platonic friends forever?
As you sit in your little office at work, that question runs through your mind. To your unknowing, Jadon has the same thought. You both knew that dating your best friend could be risky. Itâs like an irreversible experiment; once you start the reaction, there is no going back whether the experience goes well or not. You know well enough that thereâs a higher chance that jumping into those waters could destroy the relationship youâd built with each other.
But would you rather live the rest of your life knowing that you didnât try it out?
You shake your head and focus on your work, trying your best to not think about your love life at all for the rest of the day.
Soon enough, you finally get off of work and head home. Your feet hurt and all you want is to soak in your tub, eat and pass out on the comfortable fabric of your bed. As you head into your apartment you kick off your heels and find Jadon sitting on the couch snacking on a packet of dry fruits with his phone in one hand.
âIâm home,â you speak, catching his attention. Your heart flips when he only hums in response and shifts to give you space on the couch as you throw yourself on it.
âHow was your day at work?â He asks with his eyes still glued on his phone screen. You huff and respond honestly.
âIt was exhausting. Hated every second of it except when I went for lunch,â he chuckles and looks at you now, âHow was yours?â you ask, but he does not respond, instead he stares at you with his perfect brows pressed together and his mouth straightened.
The room falls silent and tense for what seems like an eternity. You look away, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you fiddle with the hem of your dress shirt.
âListen, y/n, Iâve been thinking about something for some time now and- and I donât want this to hurt our friendship,â he rubs his temple, âI donât know if I should tell you but I know that if I donât, it will eat me alive for the rest of my life and I canât have that; especially when I start playing again.â
You turn your entire body to face him as he balls both hands into fists and squeezes. Itâs a habit heâs had since he was a child, a way for him to deal with his nerves, but why is he nervous?
âI havenât seen you in so long and even now that weâre with each other I still feel like Iâm missing something. Missing you.â
He relaxes his hands, resting them on his side as he continues to pour out his soul to you.
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, slightly confused.
âWhat Iâm trying to say isâŚis that I have- feelings for you, sweetheart.â
That nickname. Oh, how you loved it when he called you that. At first, he only called you that to tease you, but it soon stuck to you as he kept using it. Now, it appears it may have a deeper meaning.
Your eyes widen, and your cheeks heat up. Did he just say that?
âAre you serious?â you whisper, afraid your words will fail you if you speak any louder.
âYes, yes, I am. y/n. I care about you, and I love you, but I think my love for you is changing into something different. Something romantic, and I-â
His words are cut and a rough, throaty grunt escapes his pink lips when you leap in to wrap your arms around his neck for a hug while you straddle him. He slowly wraps his arms around your middle and places his head on the crock of your neck, closes his eyes, enjoying the embrace.
You stay like that for what seems like forever. None of you speak but the question still lingers above Jadonâs head, do you feel the same way?
He canât take more of the silence so he breaks it still holding you like heâll never hold you again.
âY/n, do you feel the same way?â his voice comes out shaky and staggered.
âOf course I do, Jadon,â you let go of him and cup his warm, soft face, looking at him straight in the eyes.
Because his arms are still circled your waist your faces are only a few millimetres away from each other. Your warm breath bushes his face and his does yours but you donât mind. Youâre too caught up in the moment to realise that one of his hands rests on your neck and pulls you in for a sweet and short kiss. You sigh as your lips separate for a second before they intertwine again in a longer, more passionate kiss.
Your arms circle his neck again, and he pulls you closer to him so that your chest is now pressed to his. Your tongues compete for dominance, but you finally come to a steady rhythm. Soft moans are exchanged, and he grips you tighter than before, causing a warm and fuzzy feeling to spill across your insides.
At the end of that night, heâs no longer sleeping on the couch. Your naked bodies intertwine in your now messy bed. A soft shine of sweat covers you both as a reminder of the passion you had shared. As you catch your breath, Jadon turns to his side to look at you with a soft smile, a smile you would soon realise only you could provoke him to show.
âIâm so glad you feel the same way," Jadon breathes, kissing the top of your head before playing with your curls.
You smile and sigh, enjoying the newfound closeness youâd share.
âLetâs not tell our families about this, please? I donât need them calling me Mrs Sancho right now.â You speak softly, and he chuckles.
âI wouldnât mind them calling you that at all.â He shrugs, bringing you on top of him to cuddle. âNow sleep, Iâve kept you up long enough.â
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Silent Obsession
Pairing: Hwang In-ho (the front man) x Fem!reader
Summary: your husband was missing, and all you did for days was stay at home crying your eyes out...waiting for your dearest husband to come home. this was until inho had decided to come give you a little visit while you were all alone and vulnerable.
Warning: dead dove: do not eat, noncon, degradation, light bdsm, manipulation, In-ho is obsessed with you, rough sex, mentioned age gap (20 years), cheating (not rlly), there might be more but I'm too lazy to write it.
A/N: not proof read. this takes place during s1. (most/all of the beginning contains junho x reader content)
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it was 2015, just a few days ago your boyfriend junho had invited you to meet his family on the day of his brothers birthday. his brother was turning 40 and they were hosting a small party, just a few people... and your boyfriend thought this would be a great time to invite you to meet his mom and brother. he was ecstatic at the thought, he really wanted his family to get to know you since last year he had met yours. and he was really serious about you... but it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. hell, you were scared. you wanted to leave a good impression on his family, this was the man you wanted to marry. if his mom didnt approve of you what could you say? she was wrong? that her opinion didn't matter? these thoughts swarmed your head for hours every day....
junho was driving the two of you from your small shared apartment to his moms place. you were sitting in the passenger seat as you stared out the window of the car, you were shaking... not from the cold but from the anxiousness you were brimming with. your fingers tapped against the interior of the car, your nails making a clicking sound every time they touched the material. "are you cold y/n? I told you itd be cold today..you should've worn a bigger jacket" junho glanced at you for a second before staring back at the road and sighing. he hated when this happened, when youd be so insistent in not 'ruining' your outfit that you wouldn't pay attention to whether you'd be cold or not. this always happens! ..but he always wears a jacket for you. because he knows you'll end up shivering from the cold gusts of wind and he cant stand the thought of you suffering from the freezing temperatures. you let out a small chuckle, it was barely over a whisper but junho heard you loud and clear. "why're you laughing.." he frowned a little, not because he's upset or mad at you but just because you werent taking the situation that seriously. "what if you catch a cold? at least think about me when you dress this way..you know I hate when you're in pain.." the last part of his sentence was soft and quiet, as if he was murmuring to himself..making sure you wouldn't hear him. "stop worrying so much babe...I'm not cold or anything.. just a little jittery, its my first time meeting your family after all." you giggled at his genuine worry for you, he was such a drama queen. making these small actions seem so much more serious then they were..but its something that made you love junho. how kind and protecting he was of the people he cared about. "nervous? you don't have to be nervous y/n...I'm sure they'll love you." junho's right hand made its way to your left hand. holding it tight before giving you a soft gentle smile. his ability to sooth you with just his smile had to be studied, he truly was an angel on earth to you, like he had a halo on his head 24/7. you leaned forward a little and left a quick peck on his cheek, quickly leaning back down to your seat and looking away from him. but at the corner of junhos eyes he could see how red you've gotten...he thought it was adorable. how the two of youve been dating for 2 years but you still got flustered over small kisses. you were so innocent and kind, the exact woman he needed in his life...
but little did junho know, he was right. his family did love you..especially his brother.
you had arrived at his mothers house, .. your nerves were spiking, how should you introduce yourself? what if the cake you made was still raw? what if inho doesn't like his present? these thoughts ran through your head as you two waited for someone to open the door. your finger nails tapping against the box the cake you had made was in. the sound deafening you as you just wanted the damn door to open already. you really just hoped youd make a good impression... after what felt like an eternity the door opened, behind to door revealed the birthday boy himself, Hwang In-ho. junho just shook his hand before you bowed at him slightly before shaking his hand and introducing himself briefly. "happy birthday In-ho, my names y/n" In-ho just nodded coldly at you, if the harsh winds outside didn't freeze you his stares did. he stepped aside, allowing the two of you in. he lead the both of you up the apartment complex stairs, your heels making a loud click sound echo though the staircase with every step you took. after only a bit of walking up stairs you had reached the door to where the party was being hosted.. . . when junho had told you itd be a 'party' you expected a family gathering with like 15 people, but upon arrival you quickly realized..it was truly just him, his brother and mom celebrating inho's birthday today. you were pleasantly surprised, you hated large groups of people..it made you skittish and always super nervous. so just 3 other people being there calmed your nerves down, alot. the apartment was small and cozy, very homey and nice. his mother had made a mini feast with delicious foods and decorated the place with a few balloons and banners. it was a seemingly wholesome sight of a mother doing something nice for her sons special day, it made your heart warm up inside your chest as you took a seat at the table. "hi honey, what's your name?" junho's mother grabbed one of your hands, cupping it with the both of hers. you felt yourself blush and smile, you had barely even been inside yet his mother was being so kind already. her soft gentle voice, and kind soft eyes. it was everything that's junho was. "y/n, what about you miss?" you were trying your best to be as polite as possible, you didn't want to tip her off and cause her to hate you.. but you felt kind of uncomfortable.. inho..he was staring at you alot. and it was like he wasnt trying to hide it, his dark eyes piecing into your soul. as if he were looking for the innocence inside of you... to take it away from you. the entire day just led to you getting more and more uncomfortable. you weren't able to stare into his eyes because you felt if you did he would just jump onto you not giving a shit about his mother and brother being there too. "y/n, what would you say if your favorite thing about junho?" inho spoke, his deep voice sent uncomfortable shivers down your spine.. this entire atmosphere..it was odd. but it was like only you caught onto it. you stared at inho before turning to junho...he was blushing. he tried keeping a stoic face but you could tell he was getting flustered before you even spoke. his ears tinted in a light pink an so was his neck. "ah.. well his kindness..I think its the main reason I fell in love...he's very kind and soft spoken to people. at least until they do something wrong..but either way he's an angel." a gentle smile took over your face, you stared at junho and then at inho to continue your sentence..it was obvious you were head over heels for this man.. "he's just a very likable man." inho smiled at you, not speaking a word but it was like his face said them all for you. but they weren't the words you'd expect a caring older brother to say, it was more like a .. 'wow how nice.' but in a sarcastic tone.. his mother on the other hand.. "aww how sweet! young love, its so beautiful." she clasped her hands together before grabbing your forearm and staring up at you with twinkling eyes, it was like she was already envisioning your wedding and family with junho. "promise me you'll take care of my son, okay?"
it was a little past 10pm by now, everyone had eaten a slice of cake and junho's mother adored it. junho was right, his mom did love you. she was already talking about marriage and how she wouldnt be surprised if you made the wedding cake because the one you had brought today was "just too delicious!" you laughed and giggled at her antics, your face flushed in embarrassment. you turned to look at inho, who was staring at you intensely. your happiness almost instantly vanished as you shuffled in your chair. maybe he was upset you hadn't given him his gift yet...that should do it!! maybe he'd stop once you did. "a- inho, I brought you a gift." his eyes widened and it had seemed like he just heard life changing news, maybe he really was just sulking over a present..it was kind of cute. you grabbed your bag from your feet next to you and shuffled around until you found a yellow box, you pushed it towards inho and smiled. your tried your best to give a genuine, heartfelt smile even though you felt uncomfortable with all his glances and stares. he smiled at you, this time it seemed a little less fake...but still not genuine. he opened the box, it was a watch. a very beautiful one. it was shimmering under the dinning room light, a light white silver with simple but detailed engravings on the band of the watch. it was beautiful and it definitely wasn't the cheapest, you don't remember how much it was exactly since you had bought it the same day junho had told you about his brothers birthday..but you knew it was enough to make you wince at the receipt. "I left the receipt folded under the cloth Incase it isn't to your li-" you were cut off by inhos voice, it was calm, not as cold as it was before..it was rather soothing even.. "no. its perfect." he put the watch on, adjusting it so it fit his wrist perfectly. you felt your lips creep into a wide smile, you were so glad this day was going perfectly. "wow, that's such a pretty watch! it must've costed you a lot." their mother interrupted the two of you, staring at the watch that sat on inhos wrist and then at you. "inho, say thank you! be polite." she hit the back of his head harshly, as if she were scolding a little kid... you laughed at the scene, mothers truly see their children as their babies forever. "no- its okay miss don't wo-" it seemed like today was full of interruptions and cut offs as inho did just it again. "thank you y/n, I appreciate it a lot." his face was blank again, no readable expression was there.. but based off his passed reactions..you felt he was being sincere. . . . "thank you miss, thank you inho." you bowed at the both of them while you stood at the front door with junho, showing your gratitude for their kindness and patience with you and your boyfriend. "of course honey, please come back any time you want." junho's mother grabbed your hand one more time, inho nodded along with her. he wasn't a man of many words but it seemed his scary demeanor had vanished. maybe it was never even there and you were just nervous..either way you were glad you didn't leave the house with a weird feeling about your boyfriends brother. juho's mother then shoo'd the two of you away, telling you it was late and you shouldn't stay up so late at such a young age... you felt happy. a warm feeling sat in your heart and stomach, it was like you had just found your second family.
time skip (5 years)
there you sat in the police station, its been days since youve last seen your husband. you were sobbing into the palm of your hands, the salty liquid dripped onto your long dress as you drained ever drop of water from your body. you were terrified. what happened to him?? where was he?? what had he gotten into? you were devastated to say the least, you explained with a shaky and quaky voice that your husband had just told you he was off to investigate his brothers vanishment and would be back by the night..like always! so when you woke up and he wasn't there you just felt dread. you texted him and texted him all day to no response. when he didn't come back for the second day you reported him missing. you reported this story to the police about 9 times already, everyday since you reported him missing you came to the police station for any clues or help..an obviously everyday they told you the same thing...that they had nothing. the only reason they didn't push you off to the side when you came in was well..because your husband worked for them. he was a police officer under them, it'd feel disrespectful to you and junho if they just told you to give up hope on finding your husband. maybe you'd stop after another week or two..you'd realize whatever fate inho had found was the same junho ended to aswell... and not only that but you were pretty, kind and in obvious distress over your husband. they'd feel like they just kicked a sick puppy in the stomach if they told you to go away. so every day, at 8am you come in. usually in a pretty sundress but your state of mind isn't as pretty. your eye bags were prominent and you seemed to constantly be in a state of dissociation.... "you promise there's nothing? please double check! please..I need my husband back. you don't understand" your words were exasperated and rushed, you wanted answers, your husband, closure, anything! your breaths were getting heavy as you reached your delicate hand to the tissue box on the desk infront of you. you felt yourself breaking down, more and more, every. day. the police officer let out a breathy sigh, he was trying his very best to not tell you off. to tell you to go back to your home and cry there or something. to stop wasting his time every single fucking day.. but he couldn't. and he wouldn't. not when your state was some of the worst he's seen in his years of being an officer. "listen ma'am, there seems to be a dead end a-" you slammed your hand onto the table, one still holding the now damp tissue as you started to cry harder. you shook your head violently, indicating a very obvious no...or in this case obvious denial. "no. there..there isn't a dead end. he's alive and he needs your help!! please..please keep searching i-i'll.." you started to dig into your purse, the same one junho had gifted you for your 5th anniversary not long before this whole ordeal. when you felt what you were looking for you snatched it out your bag, like it was grabbing it, stealing it from your grasp. "h-here..d-dont stop searching please. I'll give you this..p-please.." in between words you started to cry more, tears streaming down your cheeks and dripping off your skin. your head was lowered and you were looking at your lap. you didn't want to stop looking for him. you wouldn't stop until you knew he was safe. "ma'am...you don't have to give me money for doing my job." he slid the stack of money that you had taken from your purse back to you and shook his head in disapproval. "listen.. sigh we're trying our best okay? we arent just laying around doing nothing, he was our coworker and we want to find him as much as you do.." he looked away from your depressing state, you were catching your breath and shaking, your fists were curled into balls. it was clear, even though he was an officer that he didn't want to find junho nearly as much as you did..he didn't think it would even be possible to. "just..take a break. you're overwhelming yourself and it isn't good for you. junho is strong and you know this, so just believe in him and his ability to live..."
the officer opened a drawer that was next to his seat, it was a little pile of candies.. he grabbed a handful and handed you a few. with a shaky hand you took the candies, your eyes were red and puffy. it was painfully obvious that you had just broken down in tears. you didnt want to speak but it was obvious by the way you acted, that all you wanted right now was for your husband to come back into your embrace. "if you want I can step out and let you calm down." the officer stares at you, awaiting the answer that would leave your lips. "no..its okay.. i-...whatever. thank you, I will take a break to calm down and compose myself. please have a good day." you mumbled the first few words, like a scared child who had just gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar and is now making up an excuse. you let out a loud sigh before you stood up from your chair, rubbing your tired, sore eyes before fixing your hair and grabbing your bag. you turned around right as you were in front of the office door, you bowed at the officer to show your gratitude as you proceeded to touch the cold metal handle of the door and creaked it open. with a click of the door closing you were walking away from the room you had just broken down in.
there you were, sitting on the edge of the bed you and your husband shared. it felt cold every time you sunk your body into the soft mattress..cold and empty. you weren't used to this, you were used to your husband coming home from work and giving you a kiss. slipping into the soft blankets together as you worked as heaters for each other's bodies. you didn't like this. you didn't want this. you flopped your upper torso onto the bed, causing it to make a squeaking sound to the sudden pressure. your legs were dangling off the side of the bed as you stared up into the ceiling. the world around you felt hazy, like everything that surrounded your body was just an empty void of nothingness. the world was meaningless without junho. you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier...until they had finally closed shut.
knock... knock... knock you jolted up from your bed, who was here at this time? it's like 2am... you stared at the closed bedroom door, thinking about if it was a good idea to open the doorm. you're a young woman alone at her house at 2am...what if it was a sex trafficker trying to kidnap and rape you!!?? knock... knock... knock the loud but slow knocks echoed throughout the house, the knocks took a 3 second pause inbetween..it was so creepy.. it made your skin crawl.. bu...what if...what if the police have clues about junho and came to talk to you about it they heard of it!! or..what if junho had finally come home..... these thoughts rand through your head, you were scared of what might be behind of that door. but not scared enough to not open it. you slowly got up from your bed, making it squeak under the pressure of your body. your soft slippers made a swooshing sound against the wooden floors as you shuffled your way to the front door... knock... knock.... knock there it was...the knocking. you couldn't help but feel this dry lump from in your throat, but you had to do it...you needed to make sure... if it was some stranger you'd just slam the door on them and go and hide in a closet or something.. your swallowed the lump in your throat and placed your palm on the cold metal of the handle, unlocking it with a small click and turning it clockwise so that it opened the door.. you didn't open it alot, just enough to see who was on the other side. your eyes stared at the dark soulless eyes In front of you, it was a random man. you had no idea why he was here or what he wanted..but he looked very familiar..maybe he was an off duty cop that just wanted to check up on you..? "h-hello..? how can I help you..." your voice was small and quiet, barely above a whisper as you used the door as some kind of shield from the strange man. "yes. you can." you stared up at the man with confused puppy dog eyes, what did that even mean?? you furrowed your eyebrows and squinted your eyes as you stared at him..you were about to close the door on the strange man until something clicked inside of you. you recognized where he was from.. "inho?! w-what? what are you.." your judgmental facial expression quickly changed into one of shook and worry, was he here to see junho? how would you break the news that his brother was now missing too?? you raised your small hand to your mouth, covering it in shock..you didn't even know what to do....what should you say..? your eyes started to water and tear up, you were reminded of the harsh reality junho was in..he was seriously missing and now the person he went missing looking for was In front of you...it seemed like everyone was just against you. mocking the disappearance of your husband. "what...are you doing here? a-are you here for junho..he's.." you let out choked sighs after every other word, taking your hands from your mouth to your entire face. you were a crying mess In front of a man you barely knew, it was so embarrassing. you were so pathetic and sad. everyone's been telling you to just get over it but here you are, sobbing for what felt like the 6th time today. a loud sigh snapped you out of your saddened state,, but...it wasn't a sigh of disapproval or frustration...it was like a sigh of...desire. like he was getting off to the sight your sobbing, scared and fragile body. "you're doing this on purpose, you have to be." you stared up at inho with confusion. you eyebrow was raised, as if asking him what the fuck he meant by that. before you could even mutter a word he pushed you, really harshly. you went flying back into your home, head hitting the hard wood. you felt yourself getting dizzier and dizzier for a few seconds...you felt like you couldn't move, speak or even see anymore...your head was spinning and alarms were ringing from the inside of your head..until you were passed out.
you woke up... you were sitting in the middle of the dining room, it seemed like someone had moved the table and other chairs out the way as it was literally only you. you and the chair you were sitting on. the room was barely lit up, you could only see some of your surroundings due to the singular light that was on. the ligh that bulb was right on top of you..it felt like you were about to get interrogated for murder,,you were terrified. for you wanted to scream, cry and just run away from what was happening. but you couldn't. your ankles were tied onto the legs of the chair. your arms and torso were bounded to the chair itself with a thick rope., it was digging into your skin hard..it hurt. alot.. you wanted to squirm around and get yourself free but you knew you'd just end up knocking the chair down and you'd be stuck in an awkward position..you tried to start screaming but you couldnt, you were confused..it was like your mouth was glued shut.....your eyes darted around the room, looking for anyone, anything to help you. it took you a second for you to put the pieces together but.. once you did you realized.. your mouth was duck taped shut. you didn't know what to do, you were overwhelmed and you just wanted your husband back to you. you closed your eyes shut as warm salty tears fell from your eyes. your eyes just couldn't catch a break, could they? they were tired and sore. even when you werent sleepy it hurt to open and close the..a result of crying for days.. you just wanted to feel happiness again. but clearly that wasn't going to happen soon. was your fate going to be the same as your husbands? were his kidnappers after you to sew your mouth shut?? you didn't want to die..at least not because you got closure.. "you shouldn't cry Infront of me. its a bad idea. I have a thing for little girls that look pretty when they cry." your head jumped forward, looking at the figure that had stepped out the shadows surrounding you.. your eyes widened, remembering that inho had been the one that knocked you over and caused you to black out. the same man that had gone missing 5 years ago, the same man that your brother went missing looking for.. what was he doing here? was he here to kill you? to keep you silent? to assault you? thoughts rand through your head as he took large, slow steps towards you. as if he was mocking your frightened state. he reached his right hand out towards you, your eyes landed on the silver watch he was wearing. it seemed so similar to the one you had gifted all those years ago..but no way he would still be wearing it, right? before you could even process another thought his hand gripped at your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to literally stare up at him. the roughness of his grip made you wince in pain..he didn't come here with intentions of being nice and if you didn't realize that person you definitely realized that now. you tried to scream and kick your feet, you knew the tape and rope would stop your attempts and make them useless but you still tried. your screams just came out as diluted, muffled noises. the tape had stopped you from making any loud noises... the chair under your only shook a little but it wasn't enough to lighten the grip inho had on your hair. his dark, soulless eyes stared you down. they were like black orbs, nothing behind them. he grinned at you, like he was watching a cartoon and a character had did something funny. he was laughing at you. he thought this was funny. "you look so stupid, you do know that the tape will just silence all your screams, right? or are you too young and dumb to understand that yet." he tilted his head at you and gave you a mockingly confused expression. he was having the time of his fucking life while you were here, scared for your damn life. you glared at him, trying to intimidate him..doing anything to scare him...trying to find the little humanity in him that feels sympathy was clearly never going to happen. so you had to try another approach..even if it wasn't going to work either... and your suspicions were right ..
he just smiled at you, another mockingly fake smile... he released his hand from the grip he had on your hair and pinched your cheeks, just as roughly as he did with your hair. leaving a red mark when he let go... it was like he was treating you like you were a pouting child, stomping your feet because your mom didn't let you buy the comically huge lollipop you really wanted. "youre not scary sweetie." the pet name made you want to throw up in your mouth. he knew well you were his sister in law but here he was, calling you pet names with his disgusting voice. " you know..ive had my eyes on you since i met you...you're just so gorgeous..and delicate." he took a short but slow walk around u and stopped to stand behind you. his cold hands reached to your face and covered your eyes. you couldn't see anything but you knew he was leaned up in your ear...you could feel his hot breath making you unnervingly uncomfortable. "I just wanna ruin you." your breathe hitched in your throat, he was going to rape you. you know it, you had to fight back, you had to. you couldn't let a man that wasn't your husband put his dick inside you. inho took his cold hands away from your face and walked back in front of you. you glanced down at his crotch and...there was a bulge...he was getting off to your scared shape. he truly was an emotionless sadist.. he held up his index finger to your covered lips. "shh. make any noise and I wont think twice about killing you and your husband." your eyes widened as you heard the last part...that meant your husband was alive..and he knew where he was. you nodded slowly, complying with his words. he ripped the piece of tape off your mouth, causing you to let out a yelp in pain. you stared at him with a frightened face, you realized you had just made a loud sound...you didn't want to die you didn't..you didn't want your husband to die! "I said. be quiet." the truth with inho was, he had already killed your husband..at least he thought he did. only a day ago did he shot junho, causing him to fall off the side of the island...he probably drowned and is floating lifeless in the sea right now.. but you didnt need to know that...and it was clear you weren't even aware. your mouth was shut and you tried to silence your heavy rapid breathing....you really did love your husband..he wanted to steal that love from junhos grasp. he leaned down, his face was now perfectly aligned with yours... you wanted to say something, you wanted to scream and cry but if you did he'd kill you...you knew he would... his left hand started to rub your cheek, it was gentle and warm but it just made you hate it even more...his fake kindness. you hated it. his lips connected with yours, at first it seemed like he was trying to be gentle but it was obvious he had quickly gotten bored of it before he got rough. your teeth were clashing with each other as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. exploring every inch of it before he started to nip at your lips...he was aggressive and messy. everything junho wasn't.. this wasn't the kind of kiss you wanted or craved. you felt like your eyes were sewn shut the way you refused to open them, you didn't want to stare at inho. you just wanted this to end..maybe once it did you'd finally have your husband back. after what felt like hours of making out he has finally took his chapped lips off of your soft ones. a string of saliva connected the two of you as he caught his breath. you opened your eyes to stare at him, they were watery..your tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you caught your breath. to inho you eyes were like glass marbles...and he wanted to shatter them into pieces. you took deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. if you were calm it wouldn't be as bad. you read this inside your mind over and over and over again. you just prayed he would use you quickly and then leave... "you know, that day..the day where junho has brought you to our mothers house for my birthday.." his eyes wandered away from you, as if he were recalling the day in exact detail, scene by scene...
his eyes snapped back to yours, holding intense eye contact until he continued his sentence... "when I asked you what you loved most about junho you told me you loved his kindness. you said he was a soft person..an angel in your eyes." he crouched down, staring at you with intense eyes. his sharp features were like daggers, stabbing one by one into your heart. "you told me you loved something about him that I lacked. I'm not a kind person. and right now..you probably think I'm the devil instead of an angel like my brother.." he smiled at you, it was a cold, fake smile. if you touched his face right now it'd probably be ice cold.. "thats how I knew someone like you would never willingly be with a man like me.. but it's okay, I'll just force myself onto you." you started to cry, the salty liquid streamed down from your cheeks to your chin. your eyes were red and puffy, you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to be with this man, you didn't want this. inhos left head reached to your face, this time he squeezed the both of your cheeks so that your lips were puckered at him. "got it, princess?" he leaned in to kiss you again, this time he went aggressive right away. forcing his tongue into your mouth, some of your tears dripped onto his mouth. letting him taste the saltiness of your sadness. and it was delicious.
there you sat, he had freed your ankles from the restraints on the chair. nipping and licking at your clit. you hated this, you couldn't stop crying. you felt disgusting, a man that wasn't your husband was licking and eating your pussy out. why would you let this happen? at this point death felt better than breaking your husbands heart. you lets out cries and soft no's as he slurped your juices. you hated that it felt good, you hated that he knew what he was doing. your moans and mewls filled the room, followed with wet sloppy sounds of spit and cum mixed together. he's been eating you out for what felt like hours, you've probably came like 3 times already. you were getting tired..your legs were shaky, trying to close in on themselves but inhos arms kept them wide open for you. "p-please stop. I don't like thi-this...ah...please..let me go already..please.." you were begging with him, your eyes were shaky, your face was flushed and your lips were wet from his aggressive kisses. god. the scene of you begging for him to stop as he abused your clit was one he wanted engraved in his mind forever. he let go of your pussy with a loud pop, your juices and his spit was all over his mouth and chin. he looked like a wild animal that had just eaten his prey alive. with his sleeve he wiped off the liquid on his face. 'ruining' his all black jacket. "you want me to stop but your cum is all over my face and lips. you want me to stop but you keep moaning. just admit you're a slut for me." you close your eyes shut, shaking your head viciously, you don't want him. you don't want this. you just want your husband to be safe. that's all you want... inho scoffs at you, as if you were lying to his face. maybe he truly did believe you wanted this..that you wanted him.. but you knew it wasn't true, you knew that you loved junho and that you werent fighting back back because you just wanted him back.. you'd break down in tears in his arms once he comes home, you'll explain it when he's home. he'd understand..right..? you were lost in your thoughts, but reality snapped you out of them.. 2 long fingers were inside of your core, curling and pumping in and out... it hurt so much. it was nothing like you were used to, slow paced and gentle..no..it was fast and rough. you let out a cry, you were in so much pain it made you want to go insane. the rope that was still tied around your arms and waist dug into your skin, burning you as you struggled under the restraints..trying to find a way out. it felt like inhos was trying to split you in half, the rough skin on his finger pads only made it worse. but ofcoourse it had to feel good, because he knew what he was doing. even if it was messy, even if it was rough, even if you didn't like it..he knew how to make a woman feel good past all the pain. he tilted his head up towards you, his dark almond eyes burned holes into yours. "you gonna cum?" instead of a question, it felt like a demand. demanding you to answer yes, scaring you into saying yes.. but you didn't say yes, you said no. you shook your head and mouthed no to inho, not daring to say it out loud..and it obviously made him upset. he sneered at you before grabbing is free hand and pinching your clit before speeding the pace of his fingers. this was something you've never felt before, the pleasure finally overshadowed the pain and it felt like he had just forced your orgasm out of your body. your cum coated his digits, leaving a slightly milky white color on them.. you were catching your breath, it was hard to breath..the pain, anxiety and fear were catching up to you...you felt your throat slowly closing on you..you felt like you couldn't even breath enough air to supply your lungs are this point.. you were so caught up in your own world that you didn't even realize how he was pressing against the bulge that was begging to be freed from his trousers..he stared at you with bleak eyes, there was nothing behind them...nothing but desire and want..you were scared witless of what he would do to your poor body next. and whatever it was, you didn't want it
the bed was creaking under you, the same bed you and juho slept in everyday... you legs were pressing onto your stomach, the skin rubbing against each other. inho was slamming his cock in and out of you.. touching spots you didn't even know could be reached before this. you felt horrible for feeling so good. but you didn't want this. you were a crying moaning mess. your nails were digging onto his hands, the ones that were pressing you down. you were begging for him to stop, you didn't want this..you felt like you were being forced into this. with the life of your husband on the line.. inho let go of your left thigh and reached to your neck. his freezing hand sending shivers through your body as he started to choke you whilst pounding in and out of you..destroying your gummy insides. he lowered his face to you and scoffed, you looked so pathetic. crying and sobbing acting like you weren't enjoying his fat cock. why wouldn't you just admit you liked it for once? "acting like youre the victim while my cocks deep inside of you. is this all women do? complain about everything..just admit you like it. I wont tell." you felt so degrading. you were getting fucked by a man you barely knew on the bed your missing husband and you slept on every day at somepoint. using his life against you and now he's blaming you? was it really your fault? could you have just turned him away and still gotten junho back? was that an option that you weren't told about? you started crying, your weak arms pushing against his chest with no avail. you just wanted it to stop, you were in pain and now you're being told its your fault you're in this situation. you can never win. you began to sob louder, begging him to let you go, louder and louder until you were wailing like a stupid baby. your hand grasped at the tight grip he had on your neck, then to his chest to push him away again. "shut up." he snarled before taking off his hand from your neck, he had left a bruise from how hard he was gripping...with the same hand he harshly slapped you. shutting your cries up quickly. a red spot started to quickly form, your skin was now irritated in what felt like every place on your body.. "you're such a slut. taking the dick of a man 20 years older than you on the very bed your husband would sleep on. do you not feel ashamed? hmm?" he hummed at you, waiting for your reply. but you didn't even mutter a word, nothing. you decided you'll just take it with no noise, if you stay quiet up maybe it'll end faster?.. it should...shouldn't it..you were trying to comfort yourself in your head.. "you can keep trying to tell yourself otherwise but youre nothing but a dirty cheater. taking dick like a good girl. this probably isn't the first time youve done this huh?" he laughed at your now soulless face, he was right when he said he wanted to ruin you. he was doing that, and it got worse with every second that passed. "ffuck I'm close. you better cum or else I'll js' keep on using you until you do." you started to tear up, your clit twitching and your hole began to clench around his cock. you felt good, but terrible at the same time..you doubted he was cumming because he thought you felt good though, it was a factor but it was probably your shape that made him so horny. you were sad, in pain...tired... he got off to it so bad. you let out quiet pants and moans, indicating to inho that you were close too. he started to get sloppy, his pace getting even faster as the wet slapping sound of skin filled your ears to the brim. you felt your clit pulsating, begging for release...once you came you'd be free..you'd be...you'd be....be.. "a-aa.. fuck fuck fuckfck fuck! ouOUGH~" you let out loud, filthy moans. probably for the first time that night, instead of your cries it was your moans and whimpers that the room was now brimming with. inho loved the sound of your noises, your cries, moans, everything. God it made him so horny...once he felt you cum all over his cock he let his go through as well. fucking his orgasm into you deeper, and deeper with a loud groan..
he kept moving slowly, fucking you through your orgasm as your breathes calmed down.. "I want to ruin every inch of kindness and hope for humanity you have left in you. you're so perfect. perfect to corrupt.." his hand raised to your cheek and started to rub it 'lovingly'. you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you go like he had told you he would.
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"Who's your new teacher?"
Synopsis: Toji meets Megumi's new preschool teacher and immediately develops a crush.
Pairings: single dad! toji x f! reader
Wc: 2.3K
Contains: plenty of fluff, crack, a tiny bit of angst, megumi is four, tsumiki is seven, toji is still toji (but like he's soft for his kids and he takes care of them), reader is a preschool teacher, reader and toji are around the same age, toji being soft, mentions of shiu, shiu and toji work together, shiu being an idiot (lol sorry he'll get love in another fic) , everyone is happy bc I said so
a/n: omg, first fic, we made it! barely proofread, sorry for mistakes. also, tysm for 1,000 followers here! the other two fics that were on that poll will be coming soon!
update: pt 2 here
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Tojiâs Fushiguroâs muscles ache. The job he took was harder than he anticipated, and it took way longer than it was supposed to. After confirming that the payment from the job is in his account, he calls Shiu Kong so he could check in on the kids. âAbout damn time,â Shiu scoffs when the line connects. âI was beginning to think I wouldnât hear from you until sunrise.âÂ
âJobâs done,â Toji says as he gets into his car, settling into the driversâ seat with an exhausted sigh. âI hear the TV in the background. Better be cartoons or something age-appropriate.âÂ
Shiu laughs. âOf course, what else? âM not getting cussed out by you. Anyway, you cominâ back with Megumi? Canât believe you took him on the job with you. Once youâre back, I can get out of here.âÂ
Tojiâs heart nearly stops. He sits up in his seat, gripping the phone so hard that the screen nearly cracks from his strength. âThe fuck did you just say?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âMegumi isnât with you?!â Tojiâs voice booms in the car. On the other line, he hears Shiu gulp. âI⌠I thought he was with you.âÂ
âYou idiot! I asked you to pick him up from preschool around the same time you pick up Tsumiki from her school because I knew this would take a while!âÂ
âYou did?!â Shiu asks, and then it goes quiet; him more than likely flipping through his messages to double check. â...Shit,â he breathes out.Â
Toji inhales sharply, then exhales shakily in an attempt to calm the rage, and even the fear that pools in his gut. âIf anything has happened to my fucking son, Kong, I will murder you and make your death look like an accident. Keep an eye on Tsumiki.âÂ
âFushiguro, I swear, I-â Toji hangs up before Shiu can explain himself further, then he starts the car.Â
He grips the steering wheel hard, and his breathing picks up as his mind spins with every horrific scenario possible. The preschool closes at six thirty. It was close to nine. He didnât see any missed calls from them. On a normal day, heâd be done before work with plenty of time to pick up his four year-old son, but todayâs job was far more difficult and required more time.Â
The car speeds down the street leading to his destination. Heâs half-expecting to see Megumi sitting outside with his backpack, clinging to his dog plushie and crying. Or worse, heâs not there at all; because this world is full of terrible people, and they wonât hesitate to steal a small, unsupervised boy. His heart aches at the thought, and he shoves it away before he feels the need to throw up. Heâll be okay, he thinks to himself. Everything is going to be fine.Â
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When Toji arrives at the preschool, he rushedly parks lopsidedly in the lot, then exits the car. His eyes scan the steps leading up to the front, and when he doesnât see Megumi outside, he rushes to the door.Â
He sees a security guard in a booth, and before Toji can even ask any questions, the guard gives him a small smile and nod, pressing a button that unlocks the door to the preschool with a click. Tojiâs shoulders slump in relief. They were expecting him. That meant Megumi is still here and safe.Â
Toji nods back at the guard in thanks, and rushes down the dimly-lit hallway. He sees a light coming from a classroom that still has its door open, and he slows his steps when he hears a child giggling. His child.Â
Then itâs followed up by a beautiful, melodic laugh that makes him stop in his tracks. Itâs a lovely sound; one that his heart skips to, and one that gently rings in his ears even plenty of seconds after it stops.Â
Toji peeks into the classroom to see Megumi comfortably resting in a pillow fort, and you, kneeling beside a lamp and using your hands to make shadow puppets on the wall to entertain him. âAlright,â you say softly as you rearrange your hands and fingers. âWhatâs this one?âÂ
You smile as you watch Megumi hum thoughtfully, and Toji is transfixed by you. Who are you? Where did you come from? Since when did Megumi get a new teacher? Why is your smile so bright and so beautiful that the sun would envy? Why is his heart beating wildly in his chest at the sight of you? Fuck, why is he staring?Â
âOoh!â Megumi gasps as he figures out the animal you made with your hands. âRabbit!âÂ
âCorrect, great job!â You reach forward and give him a high-five. âI think youâll really like this next one,â you say, and Megumi giggles again as he sits up, completely focused and ready to guess. âReady?â You ask, and the boy nods.Â
Toji crosses his arms, quietly leans against the door of the classroom, and watches, unaware of the soft smile that creeps onto his face. When you put your hands in front of the light, and the shape of the animal displays in front of Megumi, he squeals excitedly and stands up. âDoggy!â He shouts with a wide grin and pulls up his favorite dog plushie that he takes with him everywhere, imitating the sounds a dog would make. You break out into laughter, and Toji nearly stops breathing so he can fully take in the sound of it again.
Beautiful, he thinks. Youâre so fucking beautiful.Â
Megumiâs eyes flicker towards the door, and he gasps before running as fast as he can towards Toji. âPapa!âÂ
âHey, Megs.â Toji kneels down, hugs the small boy against his chest before picking him up in his strong arms, sighing in relief as he runs a hand through his dark hair. Heâs okay, and he doesnât look too upset that he was here for this long. âIâm so sorry Iâm late. Are you alright?âÂ
âYeah!â Megumi pulls away, then gestures towards you, who watched the tender reunion with a sweet smile. âMs. [Y/L/N] played so many fun games with me!âÂ
âAw, Iâm so happy you had fun, Megumi.â You take a step closer so youâre standing in front of Toji, slightly lifting your head upward to meet his eyes due to his height. âWe tried calling you, but your phone went straight to voicemail. Megumi said that it does that sometimes. He took a nap earlier, but Iâm sure heâll be sleepy soon after all of those games. I also gave him dinner earlier.âÂ
âThatâs⌠I just-â Toji struggles to find words, especially when you slightly tilt your head to the side and blink slowly. He exhales, then snaps himself out of his daze. âThank you so much,â he says. âAre you new? I swear, Iâm not usually this late.â Great. Megumiâs pretty teacher might think Iâm just the worst parent on this damn planet.Â
You nod. âYes, Iâm new. Today was my first day with this angel,â You use a finger to gently boop Megumiâs nose, and he smiles, shyly burying his face into Tojiâs shoulder, âand the other kids. I figured you mightâve been held up at work or something. Itâs okay. Things happen. Besides, heâs such a well-behaved kid. I didnât mind spending this much time with him.âÂ
Toji places Megumi on the ground, then gently taps his shoulder. âLetâs grab your stuff, okay?â As he helps Megumi pack his backpack, Toji bites back a smile when he sees you watching him out of the corner of his eye. He notes the way you fiddle with your hands and avert your gaze after catching yourself.Â
You walk over to your desk and open a drawer, pulling out three suckers from a sealed jar. Once Megumi had all of his things packed, you kneel before him, handing him the suckers one by one. âHere you go. One for you, one for your sister, and one for your dad. I can tell he works really, really hard.âÂ
Toji doesnât hide his smile this time; it was impossible, especially when Megumi accepts them excitedly. âCandy! Thank you!â He hugs you gently, and you return it, rubbing your hand up and down his back. âYouâre so welcome. Thanks for being so sweet today. You made my first day so fun.âÂ
A muffled gasp coming from outside has the three of you looking towards the window. Toji sees Tsumikiâs face squished against the glass with her usual, excited smile, and Shiu Kong standing beside her, looking relieved when he sees Megumi safe and sound. He purposely avoids Tojiâs glare.Â
The sound of Megumiâs small yawn gets his attention, and Tojiâs gaze softens when the boy rubs his tired eyes. âAw, âm sorry. Itâs past your bedtime. Letâs get you home.â He leans down to pick him up again, and once you have your belongings, the two of you leave the building together.Â
When you three make it outside, you face Toji and Megumi. âIâll see you tomorrow, Megumi,â you say quietly to him, who is slowly beginning to drift off. Then you look up at Toji, who is softly smiling at you. âAnd Iâll see you tomorrow, too, right?â You ask.
âYeah, you will.âÂ
You wave goodbye, and Toji makes sure you get into your car safely. âHey, Megs,â Toji gently shakes Megumi as he watches you drive out of the parking lot. âDo you know her name?âÂ
âMs. [Y/L/N]âÂ
He chuckles. âNo, kid, her first name.âÂ
âI dunno,â Megumi mumbles before closing his eyes and resting his cheek on Tojiâs shoulder. âSleepy, papa.âÂ
âAh, there they are!â Shiu exclaims, and Toji wouldâve thrown a punch if his son wasnât in his arms, and if his seven year-old daughter wasnât happily skipping towards him. âHi, papa!âÂ
âHi, sweets, how was school today?âÂ
âGood,â Tsumiki says, then grins mischievously as she points to the spot where your car was just a minute ago. âYou like her!â She teases. âYou wanna hug her and kiss her and give her chocolates!âÂ
âAlright, you.â Toji rolls his eyes and laughs softly as he uses his free arm to lift up a giggly Tsumiki, then presses a kiss to her forehead. âBoth of you should be in bed. Letâs get home.âÂ
âAw, okay.â Tsumiki then leans forward to gently kiss her sleeping baby brotherâs cheek. âNight, Gumi.âÂ
Toji secures both Tsumiki and Megumi in his car, and then faces Shiu, who is smiling nervously. âWell, look at that. Megumiâs doing great and you even developed a crush. How cute. Allâs well that ends well.âÂ
âVery cute, but guess what?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
Toji finally throws a swift punch at Shiuâs jaw, greatly holding back his strength so it wouldnât break. Shiu stumbles, then groans, cupping his face with his hands. âOkay, fine, I deserved that.âÂ
âDamn right,â Toji says as he opens the door to the driverâs seat. âSee you later.âÂ
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Toji almost never stresses about his appearance in the mornings. After all, it was just dropping off the kids. But this morning, he frets over which shirt would look better with the jeans he picked out, if he should wear a different type of cologne, or if he should slick his hair back.Â
All because heâs seeing you again.Â
He decides to skip the new cologne and go for his usual, simple one, dresses in a dark shirt to match the jeans, and also ditches the idea of slicking his hair. Once the kids are ready for the day, he leaves early and goes to a coffee shop to pick up a medium cup of coffee. First, he drops Tsumiki off at school, then he takes Megumi to preschool.Â
Toji spots you almost immediately. You were out in the front amongst the other preschool teachers, parents and their kids, wearing a gorgeous yellow top and simple blue jeans. When you see Toji and Megumi approaching, you pause your conversation with your coworker and walk over to them. Toji decides that he likes that, and that he loves the way you kneel in front of Megumi to meet his eye level, telling him good morning and asking if he was excited for the day.Â
You raise to your feet, Toji hands you the cup of coffee he purchased earlier. âFor you,â he says, âAs a thank you for everything yesterday.âÂ
âAw.â Your eyes light up as you accept the cup. âMr. Fushiguro, thisââÂ
âToji,â he corrects softly, and he ignores the way his heart stutters when your smile grows.Â
âWell, Toji, this is lovely. Thank you so much.âÂ
âI never caught your name last night.âÂ
You tell him your name, and Toji tests it once. From the way you shyly avert your gaze, he can tell you that like the way it sounds in his voice. Megumi clears his throat, and Toji looks down to see him staring up at him, his brow raised in suspicion. âYou never stay this long. Donât you have to go to work?âÂ
Damn, kid. Thought we were on the same team.Â
You laugh as Toji rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out at Megumiâa gesture that the four year-old returns immediately. âWell, heâs right, gotta get going,â Toji says, looking back up at you. âIâll see you later?âÂ
âYes.â You nod, then point to the warm cup in your hands. âThanks again for the coffee. Have a great day at work.âÂ
âYou too.â Toji then gently ruffles Megumiâs hair. âBe good.âÂ
He doesnât realize how big heâs smiling until heâs back in the car, and he sighs as he remembers Shiuâs words from the night before. A crush. That word seems so silly. Heâs not a teen in high school. Toji looks up just in time to watch you take Megumiâs hand and lead him inside the building with the other children, and he chuckles to himself as he starts the car up.
Maybe âsillyâ was okay when youâre this pretty.
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Don't break up with me â Oscar Piastri
Because of a misunderstanding, Oscar thinks you want to break up with him. Signals made him suspect he was right, but in fact, you just want to surprise him with a new puppy.
word count â 1,3k
note: i promise you this is pure fluff and romantic stuff. oscar here loves reader soo much, so I hope you enjoy it!
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Oscar started to think about the last half of the year. Everything in your relationship had been so wonderful in those last few months, almost too perfect to be real.
You went to support him to his races every weekend, had romantic dates in your favourite places, went to museums and book stores and enjoyed ordinary things such as going together to the market. You had a beautiful relationship, where you supported each other and talked about your concerns as well as your future. Having known each other since you were teens, you and Oscar had talked many times about what you wanted to do in the future: to get marry and start a family.
Your families were very close, his mother loved you and you loved her, even spent time with her when he was not around. Your side of the family adopted him as their son, showing love to him.
There was no way you would break up with him. It made no sense.
However, the signs were there. That morning before heading to the circuit he had called you and you interrupted him, saying you were busy. That would have made sense and it was fine, except then he talked later to his mom and she told him you had been texting her all morning. Why didnât you want to talk to him?
It was bad. That couldnât be happening.
âOscaaaaaaaaaaarr.â Someone shouted and that made him come back to reality.
Lando was in front of him, while he was sitting on the couch. Oscar used to be the most calm in your relationship. He took things easy, used to think before taking action, but now thinking so much was turning him into a person full of insecurity.
âWhat's wrong?â Lando asked, realizing that his teammate was acting differently than usual.
âNothing.â
âIs this about your girlfriend?â
Oscar didn't try to hide the truth, not with him. âI think sheâs going to break up with me.â
Lando was silent for a moment, until he burst out laughing.
âDonât laugh, I feel bad. Iâm devastated.â
âSheâs not gonna break up with you, mate.â
You didnât live together yet, you hadnât taken that step in your relationship yet, but you practically lived next to each other. Your apartments in Monaco were only a few meters away. Yesterday he had invited you on a date and you told him that you couldnât go. Lately it was as if you didn't want to spend your time together, as if his mere presence was annoying to you.
âHow are you so sure?â
âBecause you're the perfect couple. You love each other, you show the world how adorable you are, and then make everyone else feel miserable.â
âI donât think thatâs true anymore, Lando.â
âGo talk to her, then. Crying and feeling bad about it wonât solve a thing. Go and win back your lady.â
Oscar listened to his teammate, knew he couldnât waste time or the opportunity to talk with you. He found you just a few minutes later and you hugged him, while he left a kiss on your forehead.
âBaby, I missed you.â
âI missed you too, Oscar. Congratulations for the race, I'm very proud of you.â
That had to mean something, didnât it? If you hadnât missed him and if you didnât want him more in your life, you wouldnât have answered that. Oscar was trying to convince himself that he still had a chance with you.
âLetâs go to my house.â he suggested, as you raised your head and looked at him with a face that showed no feelings.
âWe better go to mine. We need to talk.â
Damn. You were going to break up with him. You never spoke like that, you had never said those words before.
On the way to your apartment in Monaco, he drove quietly. Oscar noticed you were nervous. You ran your hand through your hair and barely spoke. You were acting strange. He was increasingly convinced that once you arrived at your home, you would tell him that you wanted to break up with him.
The road was eternal and the worst of the worst. You arrived and stayed in the living room.
âWould you like some water?â
âYes, please.â
You went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and came back a few seconds later. He drank the water in a single instant, too thirsty and nervous.
âIs something wrong, Oscar?â
âDo you want to break up with me?â
You stayed silent, until Oscar spoke again. His eyes were shining, his hair was messy from all the times he had passed his hands over it.
âDonât break up with me, please. I donât know what I would do without you in my life, you're my everything. I love you, thatâs all I know. If I did something wrong just tell me, I'll try my best to not make the same mistake again."
âOscar, babyâŚâ
He hesitated, but he walked a step closer to you. Oscar was trying to not lose his mind.
âWe canât break up."
His supplicant gaze begged you not to leave him, not when he needed you so much.
âI love you and my life would be shattered without you.â
And something happened. You smiled.
âOscar, Iâm not breaking up with you. I donât know what made you think I would.â
Calm made Oscar relax, but he remained confused. He was very sure of all the signs he had seen, he wasn't crazy and he was not imagining things. You had been acting strangely in those last days.
âThen why have you been acting so weird?â
âWait for me, Iâll be right back!â
You left and came back a while later with something in your arms. A little puppy.
âItâs for you, honey.â
Oscar couldnât help but come closer to you to see the puppy. The animal looked at him with a little mistrust, but once his hand came to caress the dog, the puppy began to move his tail with happiness, while you saw him with a smile on your face.
âA dog? For me?â
âIt was a surprise. I talked with your mum about it and she even helped me. When you'll be busy with work stuff, I will be taking care of him.â
Your boyfriend grabbed the animal in his arms, the puppy ran his tongue over his face and Oscar squinted his eyes, while he couldn't stop feeling his heart beating frantically in his chest.
âl didn't expect this, thank you.â
âI would never break up with you, Oscar. You make me happy. Thatâs why I thought of adopting a puppy for you.â
âThen why were you acting so weird?â
âBecause I wanted it to be a surprise. Yesterday I went to get him and thatâs why I canceled our plans. Today the puppy peed in the clothes I was going to wear, just when you called. Also, he started barking and didnât want you to find out. It was my little secret.â
Oscar had never been so happy, he left a kiss on your lips. Your mouths joined and he smiled so happily.
âI love you, you made me the happiest man in the world.â
âWe have our little family now, Oscar. We are parents of a dog.â
Even as you planned to start a family when you were old enough, sharing the life of a pet was everything to him. Sharing the care and affection of a puppy made his tender and loving part appear.
âI love you and I love this animal. I will take care of you and him for my whole life.â
You weren't breaking up with him, that was the best part of all.
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Kink Discovery | jjk âĄ
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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with jjk characters!
reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!
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genre: smut (minors dni)
characters included: choso, nanami, gojo, shoko, geto, toji, utahime, yuki
cw: fem!reader, desperate loser choso <3, low-key mean!dom yuki, mentions of cheating (but no actual cheating), semi-public sex (car), crying, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, filming sex, lots of dirty talk, manhandling, lots and lots of cunnilingus.
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Choso Kamo - high heels
He'd never put much thought into your footwear, but as he watches you getting ready to leave for a girls' night out, his cock twitches with every clack of your brand-new heels against the floorboards.
After you leave, he waits patiently for you to get back, trying not to give in to his sinful thoughts until you come back to help him out. You walk back through the door around one, and being the designated driver, you're not drunk. Choso greets you in the entryway, all but pouncing on you as soon as you close the door behind you.
âI missed you so much,â he says between kisses. His hands come to grip your ass as he walks you back into the apartment and the bedroom. He fiddles with the back of your dress for a few seconds before succeeding in tugging the zipper down and sliding the fabric down your body. He groans into your mouth when he feels that you went braless. You push him to sit down on the bed, and he obliges, leaning back on his hands as he watches you slide your panties down your legs. However, he suddenly sits up and protests when you go to kick off your shoes. âPlease don't take them off,â he says, embarrassedly flushing red.
You listen, keeping the heels on, but with the added knowledge of Choso's newfound kink, you can't help but tease him. You lift your foot and press the front of your shoe against his crotch. He whines and rolls his hips upwards towards your foot, and you can't help but laugh a little.
âBaby, please stop teasing me. Just c'mere and let me fuck you,â he whines, still rutting his hips against the sole of your new heels. âwanna feel the heels digging into my back when I fuck you good.â
Kento Nanami - mirror sex
He doesn't notice the big mirror in your bedroom has such a good view of the bed until one sweaty cum-filled night when he has you on fours in front of him. Your moans fill the room as his cock thrusts into you, filling you up the way only he can. Every part of your body reacts to his touch as he slowly takes you apart and puts you back together over and over again.Â
Kento doesn't mind the view of fucking you from behind; the arch of your pretty back and the way your ass smacks against his hips are more than enough visual stimulation for him, but when he looks up in front of him and notices the reflection of your face in the mirror he's mesmerised. There's something different about seeing your face overcome with ecstasy because of him. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls you up to his chest.Â
âLook at you, sweetheart, you look so fucking prettyâ, he coos. You force your eyes to focus as much as you can while his cock is inside you. You look a mess. Hair completely dishevelled, drool smudging your lipstick, neck and chest covered in bites and hickies. Yet, Kento still thinks you're pretty. âso beautiful.âÂ
You make eye contact with him through the mirror, and he smiles at you before picking up his pace again, almost sending you over the edge of bed.Â
âkeep your eyes open, baby. Keep looking at me.âÂ
Satoru Gojo - role-playing
"What would your friends think if they knew you begged your Uber driver to pull over and fuck you, hm? isn't that embarrassing?â Satoru, your Uber driver, laughs as you bounce on his cock in the back seat of his car. There's not much room, so you're grinding more than bouncing, but the way he feels inside you has your eyes rolling. âSuch a desperate little slut aren't you?â
You try to deny it, but you're cut off when he rolls his hips in tandem with yours, finally fucking you back. Moans leave your mouth as he grabs your hips, keeping you in place so he can buck up into you. It feels so wrong, so dirty. Satoru knows he shouldn't be doing this. That fucking you could get him fired, but your pussy feels so good around him that he doesn't even care. You whine into his neck as you cling to his shoulders.
âAm I fucking you too good, pretty girl? Are you close?â he asks. He's good at keeping his composure, but you have him so close to breaking. You nod into his skin, pressing a tender kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He slides his hand between your bodies to add extra stimulation. âWhat about your dumbass boyfriend? What will he think when he finds out you're giving this sweet pussy to another manâ You whimper at his words, you can practically taste your orgasm.
âHe's not dumbâ, you defend, and the man beneath you grins, pulling you into a messy kiss and sending you both over the edge. When you've finally calmed down, slumped against his chest, Satoru kisses your forehead softly.
âIt was cute of you to defend me like thatâ, he says, laughing, and you swat at his hands as they come up to cup your cheeks. âLet's get takeout on the way home.â
Shoko Ieri - dacryphilia
You're sitting on the sofa's edge and leaning against the back. Your pyjama top is pushed up to expose your chest, and your shorts are long forgotten on the floor.
Your wife, Shoko, is between your legs, using her fingers to bring you to your second orgasm. You've both had a bad day, and there's nothing like a good orgasm to relieve stress. Shoko is always ready to take care of you. Her tongue flicks at your clit as her fingers curve inside your cunt. You're quick to cum, sensitive to her touch. She stays on her knees, licking you through your high. She stays there until you physically push her head back.
When she lifts her head to look at your face, her heart clenches. Your eyes are welling with tears, the intensity of your orgasm almost too much for you. Shoko kisses your thighs before diving back into your pussy, shoving her tongue inside you. She's desperate to make the tears I'm your eyes fall, physical proof of how good she fucks you.
âgive me one more, baby,â she says, pulling away from between your legs to thrust three fingers inside your pussy. âlet me make it all feel better.â
You can't help but feel slightly guilty; she's had a rough day at work too, and you want a turn to take care of her, but it seems she's entirely focused on working your body to exhaustion. Her tongue works on your clit as her fingers press against the spot inside you that almost pushes you over the edge.
âShoko, baby, I'm so close,â you whine, back arching from the sofa. She moans against your pussy, and your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Shoko looks up at you, watching you clench your eyes shut, forcing the tears out. She feels accomplished. The knowledge that she eats pussy so good she can bring you to tears feels her pride.
When you start to catch your breath again, Shoko leans up towards your face, kissing your tear tracks. She then presses a kiss to your lips.
âYou're so beautiful, baby.â
Suguru Geto - breeding
You were usually insistent on him Suguru wearing a condom, but now that you've made it clear you reciprocate his want for kids, he's been obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. Whenever he can get his hands on you, he tries to seduce you into bed so he can pump a load of cum inside you.Â
âFuck, baby. I'm gonna fill you up so good,â he groans, thrusting into you. You're on your hands and knees with a pillow stuffed beneath your hips to keep you comfortably in position. Each thrust of his hips causes your clit to rub against the fabric of the pillow. He has one hand on the back of your head, keeping you face down, ass up, and one hand holding your hip in a bruising grip.
You moan his name into the sheets below you as his thrust gets harsher and more aggressive. He coos dirty talk into your ear; he tells you how pretty you'd look pregnant, how he can't wait to make you a mother. His words have you desperately clenching around him, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.
âThat's it, baby, keep squeezing me like that, and I'll fill you up just like you want me toâ " he says, rhythm faltering as he approaches his orgasm. Yours hits first, and it is so strong that you bite the sheets beneath you to silence the noises you make. Suguru follows soon after, filling your pussy with cum and your heart with a promise.
Toji Fushiguro - dry humping/clothed
Toji has you on his lap, grinding on him as he sucks on the skin of your neck, making sure he leaves a nice fresh mark. His mark. The two of you had just returned from a date, and you were still wearing your pretty outfit. His hands slide up under your skirt, and just as he's about to tear your panties off, he hesitates. You look good enough to eat, and he wants to look at you longer. His hands stay planted on your thighs. Instead of tearing off your clothes, he leans back, using his strength to adjust you so you're sitting directly over his hard cock.
âJust keep grinding on it, babyâ, he whispers as you start to roll your hips. He has a shit-eating grin on his face as he lazily watches you dry-humping his lap. The friction feels good, and he gets to look at you all dolled up for him. He also realises he likes the teasing aspect of it. He knows you want him to put you on your back and stuff his fat cock in your whole, but instead, he's making you work for your orgasm.
âToji,â you begin, embarrassed. You're utterly humiliated at the fact he's about to make cum with your clothes still on. He's still smirking, enjoying your reactions. Your legs are getting tired, and you don't want to deal with the teasing you'll get if you ask Toji to take over. Unfortunately, you don't have to finish your sentence; Toji understands your body more than anyone else. He doesn't need your pussy clenching around his cock to know when you're close.
âYou need a little help, baby?â he asks with fake sympathy. When you finally give in and nod, his hands settle on your hips, helping you keep the pace as you both near your climaxes.
âI'm gonna cumâ You whine. You hear him mutter âme tooâ under his breath as he helps you move your hips faster against his. The friction causes your orgasm to hit you hard and claw at Toji's back as you try to keep your hips moving as much as you can. Toji cums almost at the same time as you, and, by the time you're done, both of you sit with sticky wet underwear, and Toji thinks you two should do this more often.
Utahime Iori - filming
While scrolling through her camera roll, Utahime comes across a video you two had taken after one too many drinks of the two of you sloppily making out. Utahime can't help the tingling feeling in her lower stomach as she watches the video. She is so entranced by it that she doesn't even realise you are walking up behind her and leaning over her shoulder to see what she is looking at.
âThat's hotâ is all you have to say, and she jumps out of her seat, turning to look at you. She's adorably flustered but quickly regains her composure. âWe should make another one,â you say, smiling at her, and she immediately grabs your hand to drag you to the bedroom.
Despite how flustered she initially was, she quickly slips into a more authoritative role in the bedroom. She holds her phone in her hand, camera pointed at you as you strip for her. When you pull off your shirt, Utahime films herself playing with your tits.
âYou're so fucking pretty,â she says, dragging her nails gently down your stomach to your trousers. She unbuttons your trousers and, with your help, pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. She raises her hand to your face and presses her fingers against your lips. You open your mouth and let her fingers press against your tongue. âThat's it, pretty girl. Suck on my fingers.â
You oblige happily, exaggerating slightly for the camera. When she's satisfied with your work, she moves her slick fingers to your cunt and pushes her fingers in. She zooms the camera in, focusing on the way your pussy sucks in her fingers. She moves her thumb up to play with your clit, to add stimulation and push you over the edge. When you cum she moves the camera focus from your pussy to your face. She thinks there's nothing more beautiful than your face when you cum. When you come back down, she shuts off the camera and climbs over you.
âI can't wait to watch that back later.â
Yuki Tsumuko - manhandling
On your first date with Yuki, you had told her that no one had ever really made you cum. You can get there, but none of your previous partners have been able to. She makes a comment about her stroke game, and when you laugh, she takes it extremely personally. Yuki is not one to back down from a challenge. She takes you back to her place, barely making it through the front door before pressing her lips to yours, inviting you to her bedroom.
She uses her strength to manhandle you into the perfect position to take her strap. You're pliant, allowing yourself to be dragged by her, and it makes her growl under her breath as she pushes the tip of her strap into you.
âdirty fucking girl, lettinâ me ruin this pretty pussy on the first date.â
You whine as she bottoms out inside you. She waits, holding you still so you can't attempt to fuck yourself on her cock. It isn't until you're on the verge of begging that she pulls back slowly and thrusts back in. The steady pace of her hips and the angle of her thrusts have you shaking beneath her. A strong arm wraps around your torso, pulling you upright.
âWith the way you're letting me do what I want with you, I'd think I proved myself right, huh?â she says. You nod, and she laughs in your ear, hips not stopping as she works you closer and closer to an orgasm. âYou like when I use my strength? Like when I bend you over like this?â she asks, releasing her hold on you to push you back down. She might enjoy the power trip a little too much. She's drunk on the power her physicality gives her over you as she harshly thrusts into you.
You cum with a scream of her name, and she, despite all her dirty talk, is soft with you as you recover from your first orgasm. Her strong arms cradling you instead of manhandling you. Yuki thinks she may have found something worth waiting around for in you.
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rafe + breeding kink
warnings: singledad!rafe, implied age gap, nanny!reader, rafeâs son calls you mommy, fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and having kids, creampie
a/n: breeding kink was so heavily requested omg, i love everyone who left a req for this <3 i definitely went a little overboard lol
âwell, that worked like a charm.â rafe smiled down at you and his son who was currently cuddled into your side. âi donât want to move away from him.â you pouted, running your fingers through the little boyâs hair. you had been doing this weird thing to rafeâs heart everytime he saw you caring for his boy, and he didnât know what to make of it.
despite having been rafeâs nanny for nearly three years now, you still found yourself getting flustered every time you caught him staring at you. whether it was you folding laundry, or bending over to dust the entertainment center, all those little things were starting to add up into something both of you wouldnât be able to come back from.
âdo you think we could talk?â rafe helped you up from his sonâs race car bed, a worried expression overtaking his features. âyeah, of course, is everything alright?â you didnât miss the way he kept your hand in his, leading both of you downstairs after closing the door to little rayâs room. âyes, i actually wanted to talk about my salary-â rafe was quick to cut in.
âthrow me a number and you got it.â he dropped your hand, ushering you to take a seat next to him. you laughed softly, shaking your head. âno, i donât want more pay; quite the opposite, really.â rafeâs eyebrows knitted together in confusion. âyouâre not quitting are you?â he heard his heart beating in his ears at your lack of response.
âno, god no!â you placed a hand on his arm, âiâve been looking for another job because i donât want to be paid for taking care of ray anymore..â you met his gaze, running your nails against his skin. âwhy?â rafe couldnât wrap his head around your words, his eyes darting across your face.
âyou know, iâve been taking care of ray since he was two, and heâs going to be five next week.. iâve grown so close to him.â you smiled. âcaring for him, cooking for him, playing with him, loving him, it isnât a job for me.â you didnât realize you were crying until rafe wiped your cheek ever so gently. âyou love him?â rafeâs voice was barely above a whisper, his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
âi do, rafe. i love him so much.â you sniffled. âhe called me mom the other day and i felt terrible âcause i bursted into tears on the spot, and he thought he made me sad but i was just overjoyed.â you laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. âi want you to know that iâm not trying to take the place of his mother, i would never do that..â
rafe knew ray called you mom. it wasnât too long ago that ray said, âmommy made my favorite pancakes!â when rafe asked him about his day and made his heart damn near stop in his chest when he heard the word fall from his sonâs lips. âyouâre the closest thing he has to a mother. i donât even know how to thank you for that.â he leaned in, embracing you tightly.
you two stayed like this for a couple moments before you pulled away, adjusting the collar of his shirt. âi called mrs. anderson to set up a playdate with ray and her son, and do you want to know what she said?â you stifled a laugh as rafe relaxed into the couch. âwhat?â he admired the way you lit up while talking about ray.
âshe said that ray was a little more on the wild side and that it would be in her sonâs best interest if they didnât hang out anymore.â you watched as rafe shrugged. âthat little nerd was too boring, anyways.â you gasped, slapping his chest playfully. ârafe!â you whispered, both of you covering your mouths to keep from being too loud.
he quieted down, sighing to himself before looking up at the ceiling, you following suit. âi do worry about that sometimes. i feel like ray needs more of a permanent friend, like a sibling..â he trailed off, glancing at you only to see you were looking at him already. âa sibling?â you raised your eyebrows. âhow would you go about that?â you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the smidge of jealousy that settled in the pit of your stomach.
âwant me to explain to you how babies are made?â rafe scooted closer, his arm draping over your shoulders. âno need, iâm well aware.â you waved him off. âyeah?â he guided you on top of his lap, both of you looking at each other with dark swirling in your eyes. âtell me, y/n, âyou ever think about having little ones?â his large hands came up to rub against your thighs.
rafe felt as if he was approaching that line heâs been wanting to cross since the first time he interviewed you all those years ago. âyes.â you let out a shaky breath when you felt rafeâs fingertips move under your blouse. âyou would make such a good mother, youâd want that wouldnât you?â you cupped his face as his lips ghosted over your own.
you moaned once he finally kissed you, both of your clothes coming off before you could have enough time to think. âgonna fill you up and make you have my babies, yeah?â he laid you down on the soft cushions, running the head of his cock between your wet folds. âyes, please.â you mewled, eyes shining with lust as he took your chin between his thumb.
âfuck, youâre so beautiful.â he covered your mouth, muffling the yelp that left your lips when he entered you slowly, your silky walls welcoming him inch by inch. his strokes were slow and full of intention, his arms caging you in while you two shared the kind of kisses that made your head spin. âbeen wanting you like this for so long.â he cursed under his breath.
you whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck as you trailed kisses across his jaw. the intimacy of having his body flush against yours wasnât like anything youâve ever experienced, your soft cries driving him on the brink of fucking you senseless. âoh, my god,â you clawed at his skin, making him hiss as he tugged at the roots of your hair to make you look up.
âi can see it already; all three of us going to the beach and rubbing on your round belly, all pretty and pregnant.â rafe picked up his pace, your hips now moving with his to meet his thrusts. âi want that so bad!â you nearly screamed when he started toying with your clit, both of you holding onto one another like your life depended on it.
âjesus, fuck-â his movements came to a halt before he placed your legs on his shoulders, leaning down until your thighs met the cushions underneath you. snaking an arm around your lower back, you gasped when he started lifting you up, fucking you onto his cock so he could reach deeper than before. âr-rafe!â your mouth fell open, eyes blinking slowly.
with one hand still rubbing your clit, and the head of his length continuously hitting your sweet spot, you found yourself approaching the edge of euphoria. rafe can tell by the way you were clenching around him that you were going to cum soon. âhold out a little longer for me, baby. âwant you to cum when i fill you up.â he pressed a kiss to your temple, hips stuttering once the band in his stomach snapped.
burying his head in the curve of you neck, he moaned against your skin as he stilled, the head of his cock nudging your cervix. you felt the moment he finished, the hot ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt as your thighs started trembling. rafe clamped a hand over your mouth, whispering a âlet me feel you cum around me.â before you obliged, your orgasm hitting you in long waves of ecstasy.
you laid helplessly, trying your hardest not to scream at the intense feeling in your tummy, your eyes rolling back as he rubbed a soothing hand on your side. rafe helped you come down from your climax, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your body jolt with every stroke of his fingers against your skin. he stayed nestled inside of you, both of you embracing each other as your breathing slowed, sleep weighing heavy on your eyelids.
âyou did so good for me, are you feeling okay?â you blinked up at him, a smile making its way to his lips when he saw the fucked out expression on your face. âmhmm, âdonât think i could get up though.â you hissed once he pulled out, watching as he slipped on his pants. âletâs get in the shower, youâre staying here.â he helped you up, putting his large button down over your shoulders.
rafe carried you upstairs, tiptoeing past rayâs room before both of you got in the shower, round two well underway. it wasnât until you were laying rafeâs bed, adorned in one of his t-shirts that you two heard little rayâs voice outside the door. âdaddy? can i come in?â rafe rubbed a reassuring hand on your arm, shouting a âyes, son!â before ray strided inside, running up to you excitedly.
âcan i sleep in here, pleaseee,â you embraced him, telling him yes before rafe could get the chance to tell him otherwise. âare you sleeping over?â the little boy peered up at you, wasting no time in settling under the comforter of rafeâs bed. you giggled, flashing rafe a look. âyes, i am.â ray looked over at his father, studying him for a minute.
you watched them have a silent conversation with their eyes, the scene making your heart melt. âgoodnight, daddy,â he patted rafeâs chest, â..goodnight, mommy.â he pecked your cheek, the waterworks threatening to spill over at any moment. rafe reached over, taking your hand in his before he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. âgoodnight.â
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Leaving VIII
Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader
Summary: You win Olympic gold
Alexia will be the first to admit that she doesn't understand tennis.
She gets it from an objective stand point like how she gets football. Two teams (two opponents) meet on the pitch (the court) and kick the ball around (hit the ball over the net) to score a goal (get a point).
The scoring for tennis confuses her as does the terminology.
She doesn't get the words they use like ace and deuce and double fault.
She kind of thinks a double fault is like a foul but she still can't understand how because you're not tackling anyone.
Either way, Alexia doesn't understand tennis but this is a final and even though she's got her own quarter final today, she's still travelled to Paris to watch you.
You're against Zheng.
She knocked out Iga but now she's against you.
You've played her once before in at the United Cup and she'd knocked you out as well.
This was revenge though.
You serve hard and fast or, at least Alexia presumes you do.
You're wearing your Barcelona cap and your gold Nike shoes and you look like an absolutely beast on the pitch (the court). You hit the ball viciously, catching Zheng off guard completely with the force of your shots.
"Has she got somewhere to be today?" Eli says, a little laugh escaping her as you breeze through the first set.
Alexia frowns. "No? I don't think so. I think her only plans are to go back to bed."
Alba laughs. "It was a joke, Ale. Mama thinks Y/n has somewhere else to be which is why she's getting through the set so fast."
"Wait, is she going too quickly?"
Alba sighs. "You've been to countless tennis matches, Alexia. How do you not understand it yet?"
"They're complicated!"
"She literally hits the ball over the net!"
You seem anxious to get the match started up again, wiping off what little sweat you've produced and drinking half of your water. You don't even reach for your energy gel or anything of the like.
You're up on the court as soon as you can be, bouncing around on your feet, kicking up some of the clay dust underfoot.
Zheng serves next but that's all she really ends up doing because, yet again, you dominate.
Alexia can feel the atmosphere swell from the audience and gets the funny feeling that she's missing something again.
Her head ping pongs around trying to keep the ball in sight.
There's an uproar in the crowd as Zheng swings.
And misses.
Alba's on her feet, fist pumped up in the air and a cry of triumph out of her mouth.
Eli's got her hands covering her mouth in shock.
Just lower down, Alexia can see your training partner and coaching team celebrating.
You're grinning. You kiss your racket before turning to face your family.
You bow, the exact same pose and the exact same way Alexia did at Camp Nou and at the Champion's League final.
You come up, grinning before bursting into tears.
You move to your coaching team first, being drawn into a hug by everyone including Iga.
"Should I start getting worried about my space as number one?" She teases but all you can do is let out a wet little laugh.
You make your way up to your family next.
Alexia gets to you first.
She may not understand tennis but she knows a winner when she sees one.
She gets to you before anyone else, tugging you into a hug.
You've always been smaller than Alexia. That was to be expected but you'd shot up around puberty, growing like a weed.
She's glad that you're still smaller than her though, still small enough the she can easily hold your face in her hands and kiss your forehead.
You smile at her, sniffling.
"I won."
"Yes."
Your smile widens. "You didn't even realise."
"What?! Yes I did!"
"Don't lie. I saw you. You thought we were meant to go for another set."
"What's a set?"
Laughter overtakes your tears, bubbling out of your throat at the clueless look on your sister's face.
"No, seriously, what's a set? Is it like the two different halves?"
"Don't worry about it, Ale."
"No, wait, I want to know! Did you already have halftime? The match went kind of quick. Surely you should have had halftime before it finished?"
You're properly laughing now and behind Alexia, you think Alba and Eli are laughing too.
"Does it really matter?" You tease," I just won Olympic gold."
"No, I guess not."
There's silence between the two of you for a moment before you shriek.
Alexia lifts you like you weigh nothing, like you're just that little kid again with a scraped knee and pigtails.
Like you're not the Olympic tennis champion.
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UNCONVENTIONAL - LN4
summary : In which trying to make it home for thanksgiving fails and a cute british driver feels bad.
listen up : no warnings just cuteness! happy thanksgiving to all my americans <33 im thankful for YOU𫵠lando norris x american!driver!reader
word count : 1968
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I groan out loud, dropping my phone onto the jetâs seat. âWeâre stuck.â Lando sits up from his position across two seats, and frowns.
âShit.â I look outside of the planes window, seeing the snow and fighting back tears. âIâm really sorry.â
âItâs not even december! Snow should not be here!â I wipe my eyes. I know Lando feels bad and I'm not making the situation worse by crying. But Iâm having a hard time today because I'm supposed to be with my family.
Lando offered me and some other drivers a ride to Qatar for the next grand prix. Thanksgiving happened to fall the day before media day so I thought I could stop by my parents house and leave that night.
I never particularly loved Thanksgiving, but now that iâm traveling so much because of work, I've learned how much I truly can miss my loved ones.
Lando bites his lip as I sit back down and pull the blanket over me. The pilot informed us that we wonât be getting in the air for a few hours which means we have to go straight to the track instead of seeing my family.
I take a breath, âItâs okay. I appreciate you trying.â I hate crying in front of the guys, even if he is my friend. I hate it because it just plays into the whole emotional woman thing, and even though Lando is one of my best friends, right now I canât help it.
Lando sits across from me, nudging his foot against mine, âHow about we have thanksgiving here?â My head shoots in his direction as he puts on a small smile, âI donât know a lot about it and I know I'm not your family⌠but I can try to be a substitute.â
I swallow, wiping my eyes again before I cross my my arms, âHow would we even do that?â
I did not expect Lando to take my words as a competition. Still, thirty minutes later I'm sat with a full course meal spread out on the tiny table in between seats. Thereâs no huge turkey or array of pies, instead we have chicken wraps and fries. We have chips, popcorn, pesto pasta, orange chicken, a bagel, salad, and bread. A bottle of champagne sits next to me as Lando sits down.
His smile is wide as he looks down at the spread, âGood enough?â
âHow did youâŚâ I shake my head, laughing, âYeah itâs good enough! Lando, this is really sweet.â
âItâs my first thanksgiving, I had to make it delicious, even if it is all airport food.â He shrugs and starts pulling things onto his plate. My legs are crossed on the comfortable seat and as I watch him pick his meal, I smile.
I bite into the chicken wrap thatâs actually delicious. Lando taps on his phone before music starts playing over the speakers.
I smile at him as he chews, âSo⌠what do Americans usually do on thanksgiving?â
I shrug and sip some champagne, âEat, gossip, be thankful?â
âOkay! Letâs gossip then. Sounds easy enough.â Hes ridiculously committed to the bit and I adore him for it, âDid you know Francoâs signed with RB?â I start coughing, practically choking on my food.
âWhat!?â I scream.
Landoâs laughing now, âNo I donât actually know, I just couldnât think of anything else.â I kick him under the table as he gasps.
âThatâs evil! I got so excited.â Iâm laughing with him now, our food picked apart and a mess in front of us. âWhat are you thankful for?â
He thinks for a moment, a curl falling into his face that makes my stomach flip a little. âMmm⌠My family and friends.â
âThatâs too generic. Itâs thanksgiving- get deep, Norris.â He gives me a slight smirk before nodding.
âIâm thankful that the championship talk is over. Iâm thankful for Chicken wraps.â He holds his up, proudly as I roll my eyes. âAnd I'm thankful for you.â
Iâm a tad bit shocked, âFor me?â I expect him to say something stupid or flirty, but heâs dead serious.
âYouâre a really good person. I like being around you and for that, I'm grateful.â He raises his glass and I hit it with mine, âNow go on, brag about me.â
I roll my eyes, back to smiling humorously, âIâm thankful that I'm not alone right now.â His eyes donât stray away from mine, âAnd Iâm thankful for snow. Even if itâs pissing me off, itâs very pretty.â
We both look out the window in sync, the snow still falling. The runway is fully white, matching the trees and wing of the plane.
When I look back at Lando, heâs already looking at me. His face is relaxed, his freckles prominent and curls perfect. âDo you want to go?â I say suddenly as his expression turns confused.
âWe canât yet, we still have like two hours.â
A smile tugs at my lips, âI mean outside.â
He looks hesitant, âItâs freezing.â
I stand and grab my suitcase, unzipping it and pulling out my puffer jacket at record speed, âDid I mention every thanksgiving, something really random but really fun happens?â Itâs true, for some reason this holiday brings out funny stories. âYouâre not scared of some snow, are you Norris?â I step closer, narrowing my eyes.
He stands, grabbing his own jacket, âIâm just saying, donât come complaining when youâre freezing and wet.â
âMe!?â I scoff, zipping up my jacket, âYouâre the one who needs four layers for a sunny day.â
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LANDO
Iâm freezing my ass off but I would rather become a human icicle than tear my eyes away from her smile. Sheâs giggling and running into the snow, twirling around as snowflakes fall into her hair.
âDonât slip, Y/n!â I yell after her as she turns around, the biggest smile on her face.
Her hand goes to wipe the hair thatâs being blown in her face, snow falling around her, âCome catch me, Norris.â
I roll my eyes and hurry over to her as she laughs and dances around. I canât help but laugh with her, itâs fucking contagious.
She sticks her tongue out, leaning her head back to catch snowflakes. Y/n is so perfectly caught in the haze of the snow and light peaking through the clouds that she looks like an angel.
She pokes my cheek and holds onto my jacket as if sheâs about to fall. âYour nose is red.â
âYou should get a job in detective work if the whole driving thing doesnât work outâŚâ She scoffs loudly and punches me in the arm.
Unfortunately, sheâs stronger than she looks and because the ground is icy, weâre both falling seconds later.
She lands on top of me, laughing so hard that sheâs crying, âFuck! Are you okay!?â
âLike you care!â I sit up, holding her tightly still.
She laughs and plops down next to me, laying her head back and arms out. âOh no-â
âAngel time, Norris!â She screams at me.
âIâm going to become snow!â
She doesnât respond, just stretches her arms and legs out and waves them back and forth to make the snow part below her.
Something about her is my weakness and I honestly canât complain when she looks so happy. I join her, my hair getting soaked and her laughs making me smile.
I make my angel in peace as snow floats down from the sky, landing on my face. I hear the rustle of her jacket as she turns her head to me, âThank you.â
I smile softly, examining her face and the snowflakes that melt as soon as they touch her skin. âYouâre welcome. Iâm sorry that I'm not your family.â
She lets out a breath, âYouâre my found family. Thatâs close enough.â her words make my heart beat faster, âEven if you are British and your first thanksgiving was on a grounded plane.â
âI wouldnât wish it any other way. Although, next year we should try for a more friendsgiving approach. Maybe with the whole grid?â Her smile grows as she looks up at the sky.
âI'm very down for that.â As iâm mentally tracing her side profile in her mind, a voice and light comes very loud.
âYou two!â I realize weâre in trouble instantly and stand up as fast as I can, slipping all over the place as the voice gets louder and the flashlight shines directly towards us.
Y/n is trying to get up with me but sheâs laughing and slipping so itâs significantly harder. I grab her hand and we make a run for it, up the stairs and into the warm cabin. The door shuts behind us and I lean my head against the wall, sighing in relief of not being caught making snow angels.
Y/n is breathing heavily across from me, a smile permanent on her face as she looks at me. Her hair is wet and I'm sure mine is the same. I canât feel my hands and I couldnât care less.
âYou look like a popsicle!â Y/n takes her hands and wraps them over mine, getting close enough that I can feel her breath on my skin.
Iâd like to pretend that what happened next was a symptom of my cold state, but Iâve never been a good liar.
As soon as she looks up at me, her eyes big and glassy, I lean down and kiss her. Her lips are warm despite her cold hands gripping my own and as soon as she pulls back, I swear.
âFuck. Iâm sorry-â I didnât even ask! God, I'm an asshole and now I'm completely stuck. Would I die if I ran outside and hid in the woods?
But she doesnât look mad. She looks⌠pleased? Her hand slips out of my reach and moves to the side of my neck, âDonât be.â
And then she kisses me. I think I blackout because I have no clue how long weâve been kissing but I do know that I'm now completely defrosted and warm.
âYou okay?â I whisper as Y/n pulls away.
She nods, âThanks for kissing me.â
I laugh, âYouâre very welcome. Thanks for kissing me back.â
She smiles again backs up a bit, fiddling with her rings, âSo⌠was that just a thanksgiving thing or a way to warm up orâŚ?â
Iâm smiling big now, moving my hands under her jacket as she squirms because of the temperature, âIâve been waiting for that to happen so if you limit me to once a year, iâll be pretty sad.â
She nods, biting back a smile, âGood to know!â She slips away from me and pulls off her jacket, sitting in a seat and pulling her blanket around her shoulders.
I slowly walk so Iâm in front of her again. Sheâs smiling at the floor, motioning me to come sit, âThereâs one more thanksgiving tradition I do every year.â
She pulls out her ipad and scoots closer to me, I feel like iâm dreaming. âAnd that isâŚ?â
She clears her throat, still avoiding eye contact.
âThe Thanksgiving episode of Gossip Girl!â She starts rattling on about the backstories and starts the episode but iâm still stuck on her face and how her eyes wonât meet mine.
âY/nâŚâ I say it softly, bringing my hand to her chin and turning her face to look at me. Sheâs blushing. I donât think I've ever seen her blush.
âMhm?â She sounds like a mouse.
I brush her wet hair out of her face and press a soft kiss against her cheek, âI really like thanksgiving.â She just smiles and nestles into my side, my arm around her.
She lets me have some of the blanket and whispers, âI really do too.â
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Good Luck Charms
pairing: kenji sato x reader
summary: Kenji has misplaced his earrings and refuses to leave without a pair. so you loan him a pair of yours
an: I wrote two blurbs involving his piercings bc I couldn't decide which one I liked more. one where he wears yours (this one) and one where you wear his (here!)
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âHey, baby, have you seen my earrings? I canât find them,â Kenji called out from the bedroom.
âHave you checked your nightstand?â You asked as you walked into the bedroom to see him looking around frantically for his lost jewelry.
âTwice. Iâve looked all over but I can't remember where I put them. Only that when I put them down I told myself I'd definitely be able to find them there.â
You chuckled, knowing the feeling all too well. âWhy donât you just go without them? I doubt anyone will be looking that closelyâ
He looked scandalized at the mere suggestion. âI canât go without them because Iâm hotter with my earrings.â
âKenji, you'd still be hot in a burlap sack. And who exactly do you need to look hot for, hmm?â
He smiled slyly âFor you obviously. Canât let people think my girlfriend has bad taste.â He shot a conspiratorial wink at you.
âWould you like to borrow a pair of mine?â You offered.
He thought about it for a moment before nodding. You walked over to your jewelry box and he sidled up next to you, browsing through your collection. He picked up a pair of chunky hoopsâa far cry from his usual studsâand held them up to his ears. âThese are definitely the ones,â he joked, mirthful laughter bubbling from his plump lips.
âOh, for sure,â you said, sarcasm dripping from your words but your giggles from his antics still seeping through.
He set them back down and watched as you dug for a more suitable pair. âWhat about these?â He asked, pointing to a much more modest pair this time. They were a favorite of yours, ones you wore often. âIt'll be like having you there with me,â he said, a soft smile settling on his face.
You melted at his sappy words. How could you possibly tell him no? You gave him permission to wear them, and he excitedly ran to the bathroom to put them in. When he came back out, the small jade studs were secured in his earlobes, the wide grin on his face displaying how pleased he was with his choice.
He walked up to you and leaned down for a kiss. âThank you,â he said sweetly.
âConsider them good luck charms,â you said. âNow get going before youâre late.â
He swooped in for one more kiss before rushing out of the bedroom to make it to his interview on time.
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âSo, Ken, a lot of your fans, especially the women, seem to be very fond of your jewelry, but they canât help but notice you donât wear a ring. Is there any special lady in your life? I'm sure theyâd love to know,â the interviewer teased.
Kenji chuckled, knowing that you were without a doubt watching this interview live from the comfort of the living room. âThere is,â he replied. He brought his hands up to finger at the delicate jewelry in his ears. âThese belong to her actually. She has wonderful taste. I mean, she must if sheâs dating me, right?â
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You heard the crowd laugh at his response, a grin of your own spreading across your face. The show went on a commercial break shortly after, and you decided to get ready for bed while waiting for Kenjiâs gorgeous face to once again grace your screen. You entered the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, opening the medicine cabinet to grab your dental flossâbut something else caught your eye. Lo and behold, there, on the bottom shelf, were Kenjiâs missing earrings.
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No Nut November Regrets
summary; nnn with jaehyun but he actually regrets it cause his about to enlist and his devasted cause he should have used those days to bang you up teehee!!!
a/n; Lets pretend he still hasnt enlisted lol.
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Jaehyunâs pacing your bedroom like a man possessed, muttering to himself with his hands in his hair.
"Are you okay?" you ask, half-laughing at his dramatic behavior. Heâs been acting weird ever since he got home.
"No, Iâm not okay," he blurts out, turning to face you with a look of absolute despair. "Iâve made a grave mistake."
You tilt your head, trying to stifle a smile. "What, did you lose a bet? Forgot your phone at the gym again?"
He stares at you like youâve missed the point of life itself. "Worse. I wasted an entire month."
You blink, thoroughly confused. "A month on what? Your skincare routine? 'Cause, babe, you look amazingâ"
He groans, cutting you off. "No Nut November."
Thereâs a beat of silence before you burst out laughing. "Oh my God, thatâs what this is about? Are you serious?"
"Iâm dead serious!" he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "Do you know how much time we couldâve spentâ" He stops, rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to find the words.
"Spent...?" you prompt, clearly enjoying his struggle.
He sighs deeply, his ears turning red. "Banging," he finally mutters, avoiding your gaze.
You choke on your laughter, clutching your stomach. "Are you actually upset you didnât? What happened to self-control, proving something to yourself, all that motivational crap you were preaching?"
"That was before I knew I was enlisting!" he practically yells, throwing himself onto the bed like a soap opera heroine. "I thought I had time. But now? Now Iâve got weeksâweeks, baby! And I just... I feel like Iâve betrayed us both."
You sit beside him, trying to hold back your laughter. "So, let me get this straight. Youâre mad because you spent thirty days not having sex with me, and now you think youâve wasted your youth?"
"Exactly!" He sits up, his expression so sincere it makes you want to both laugh and kiss him. "I thought I was doing something noble. But now all I can think about is how many times we couldâveâ"
"Jaehyun!" you cut him off, cheeks burning.
"No, listen!" he insists, gripping your hands like heâs about to deliver the speech of a lifetime. "We couldâve been doing it every night, every morning, maybe even on lunch breaks. Do you know how much catching up we have to do now?"
Youâre crying with laughter at this point, collapsing onto the bed. "Youâre ridiculous."
He flops beside you, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically. "Ridiculous and horny," he declares. "And Iâve got no time to fix it."
"Well," you say, leaning over him with a sly smile, "weâve got tonight. Think you can make up for thirty days in one go?"
He peeks at you from under his arm, his eyes narrowing like heâs accepting a challenge. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea."
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Tangerine x fem!reader
Summary: Tangerine has always chosen her over you, until he doesn't anymore.
Genre: angst and fluff
Warnings: Lemon, Tangerine, and reader are in their early twenties, toxic relationship, swearing, violence, men (the gross kind), body/weight insecurities, cheating, intoxication
~ based on a conversation i had with my wife @little-miss-dilf-lover and lightly inspired by Dial Drunk by Noah Kahn ~
TANGERINE MASTERLIST
It was midnight when you heard the sharp knocks on your apartment door. You knew your roommate was already asleep so you quickly pad out of your bedroom and through the living room, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you open the door a sliver and peer out into the corridor. You see Lemon first, a sympathetic look painted across his features as he holds up an extremely drunk Tangerine.
Tangerine's face is covered in bruises, the skin around his eye is slowly turning purple and you see the blood on his knuckles as he flexes his hands. Your eyes widen and you hurry out into the hall, your bare feet against the harsh carpet as you quietly shut the door behind you. "What happened?" you whisper, worried for him. Tangerine just grunts, his eyes glossy.Â
He's been crying.Â
Lemon groans and holds his brother higher, looking at you knowingly. As if he knows the news will somehow break your heart. You stare at him, as if to say 'cut the bullshit' because you want to see if it has something to do with Maceyâwhich it probably does.
Tangerine and Macey have been dating on and off for years. Since high school she's had him wrapped around her pinky, his head a lust-filled mess that very quickly turned into full-blown puppy-love. She'd always be the one to dump him and he'd always come back because he loved her so much. It was an endless cycle that lasted until now, your junior year of university.Â
You hate her. You have never hated anyone as much as you hate Macey Addams.Â
You hate her silky ginger hair, the way her dark eyes contrast Tangerine's blue ones so well, and that fake smile she reserves for you when you see her. You hate how she laughs, how she talks, and how she looks in those skin-tight dresses Tangerine loves so much. Â
You hate her.
You hate how you're not her.Â
"Ran into some 'friends' from high school at the bar," Lemon says, emphasizing the word friends with a grunt, "Said some things this dick didn't like so he had to start a fucking bar fight, like some fucking criminal. All because of some bird who doesn't want nothin' to do with you anymore, mate," Lemon scolds Tangerine, who slouches against the wall and slides down, holding his head in his arms.Â
"Someone called the coppers and I had to bail him out."
Your eyes widen and you run a hand in your messy hair, kneeling in front of Tangerine as you look up at Lemon. "Really?"
Lemon nods and removes his hand from Tangerine's shoulder. He walks away further down the hall, shaking his head as he groans. Lemon's mumbling curses under his breath and so is Tangerine, only his sound sadder than his brother.Â
"Hey," you whisper, "Tan?"
His arms attach themselves to your waist, holding you close as he sobs. You sigh, resting your hand on his head as you let him hold you. Sometimes you'd find yourself being bitter, because why does he love Macey so much when you've always been here for him?Â
You'd gift him the moon if you could, but instead, you're stuck being just thisâhis best friend.
Not that you're complaining.Â
"Y/n?" he asks a while later as you both sit on the floor of your room, having managed to sneak him quietly through the living room. You're nursing frozen peas to his knuckles as he leans his head against your bed. Knowing Tangerine was in good hands, Lemon had gone home.Â
You hum, looking at him.Â
"If I could choose who I was in love with," he begins, his intoxication still obvious only he's slowly sobering up. He blinks slowly, finding his words, "I'd choose you."
You look into his blue eyes you'd normally want to drown yourself in and your heart shatters. He means well, you know this. Plus, how is he supposed to know you're actually madly in love with him when you've never told him?
However, the words hurt like hell knowing his love for Macey is almost otherworldly. He speaks of it like a chemical reaction he has no control over and you're simply the choice. Something mundane and easier.Â
You turn your head and quickly wipe a tear from your cheek so he doesn't see. You look at him again and strain a smile.Â
"I'd choose you too, Tan."
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Four months later, although sometimes you would find him lost in thoughts of her, she was mostly a distant memory and your feelings for Tangerine have been successfully repressed. Â
The pub is extra crowded this evening and you slither your way through people to where your date is. His name is Adrien, which is a respectable name. He's handsome enough if not a little boring. You order your drinks and then the conversation turns sour.Â
"I mean, females need to watch their crabs, y'know. You should really order a salad," Adrien pushes the menu across the table, his voice calm like he'd just called the sky blue. You frown, cheeks warm as you cross an arm over your stomach, feeling insecure in your dress.Â
"Females?" you repeat in disbelief that a man like this exists.
He doesn't answer. The waiter comes with the wine and you gulp yours down in one go.
In hindsight you should have left the moment Adrien opened his mouth, but something inside you embarrassingly craved any form of affection up until he tried to kiss you outside the pub, and when you pushed him away for the second time, he called you an ugly bitch and stormed off.Â
Your lip wobbles as you stare at the lamppost, your hand clutching your purse strap so hard it hurts. You sniffle and fumble with your phone, texting the one person you know won't hesitate to come pick you up. You really don't want to walk home.
Minutes later, his car screeches in front of the pub and he opens the door from the driver's side, looking at you with a concerned expression as you climb in, buckling yourself. "Thanks," you mutter.Â
"S'no problem, poppet," Tangerine says, sending you a sideways look as he starts the car again, shifting the gear as he drives off. You sink into the expensive leather seats and look out the window. You sniffle again, still holding an arm over your stomach.Â
You keep hearing Tangerine's ringtone. Someone's bombarding him with texts. You turn, catching a glimpse of the contact's name as she calls him up again. The screen flashes her name. Mae. Macey. Tangerine turns his phone over in the center console, turning off the sound as he focuses on the road.
You look at him, your frown momentarily distracting you from how watery your eyes have become from the evening events. "Don't you want to answer?" you whisper. You know Tangerine would usually jump at an opportunity for her attention. This time, his jaw clenches and he shakes his head.Â
"Rude to answer the phone when you're with someone, innit?" he says, looking at you briefly. "Are ya okay, love?" he asks, his tone softer now.Â
You're a little surprised he's putting you over Macey but you relish in it.
You shrug. "Hm, bad date," you say.Â
Tangerine's nose scrunches and his hands tighten on the wheel. "Did something happen?"
"If you count him being a jerk who thought it was normal to comment on my food choice on the first date, then yeah." You roll your eyes and look out the window again, blinking rapidly not to cry. You cross your other arm across your stomach as you instinctively suck in.
Tangerine catches the movement and his frustration boils. "You look beautiful," he says and places his hand on your knee. "Don't," he whispers, waiting for you to relax your poor stomach. You do it with a sigh and you're silent the rest of the car ride.
Once you're back home, Tangerine agrees to stay the night to keep you company after such a horrible experience. It really isn't smart, considering your heart latches on to him immediately, and it is only sent plummeting when just before your eyes flutter shut to sleep, you hear Tangerine's muffled voice in your bathroom, her name on his tongue.  Â
Of course, he'd called her back.Â
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Six months later Lemon is throwing a housewarming party for him and his fiancĂŠe, Liv. You'd decide to bring your boyfriend of three months. Unbeknownst to you, Tangerine also had invited a plus one neither you nor Lemon approved of.Â
"Y/n/n!" her shrill voice calls over the music as you turn, your champagne almost falling from your hand as you see her. Her fiery red hair is cut shorter but it's as pretty as ever as she drops Tangerine's arm and skips over, pulling you into a hug. "I've missed you." Macey's tone is sweet, almost as if you'd been best friends for years.Â
You see Tangerine handing Lemon his and Macey's coat, whispering something to his brother who sends him a dirty look. Macey continues to hug you and then introduces herself to your boyfriend Charlie. You don't miss how Charlie's gaze flickers to her breasts in her navy skin-tight dress. Macey smiles sweetly at him.
You feel sick.Â
You excuse yourself and find Tangerine in the kitchen as he looks for a drink. "Macey? Really? You're a fucking puppy wrapped around her finger," you spit, slightly drunk from the champagne and frustrated from the situation.
Tangerine rolls his eyes. "She's changed. We're good now."
"You sound so stupid," you accuse, walking over and shoving his shoulder in an attempt to knock some sense into him. He grunts and steadies you with his hands as he frowns.Â
"You're sloshed, Y/n."
You shake your head and push his hand away, eyes lidded. "You fucking tell your girl to keep her dirty mitts away from my boyfriend then!" Tangerine's anger rises as he hates what you're implying just as much as you do.Â
"She's not like that," he argues and you scoff, turning around to storm off into the living room again.Â
"Not anymore," Tangerine calls but you ignore him.Â
An hour or two later, after some rounds of charades and sneaking glances you wish you hadn't seen between Charlie and Macey, you're even drunker. Lemon is beginning to worry as Liv insists you have more water. You don't know what you hate more, that your current boyfriend keeps looking at another woman, or how said woman keeps playing with Tangerine's tie as she sits curled up in his lap.Â
You think it's all in your drunken mind when you stumble into the backyard and see Charlie with his hand under Macey's dress, her leg wrapped around his hip as they kiss passionately. They're probably fueled by liquor and lust but it doesn't matter, the dam breaks and you turn around, stumbling inside, alerting them to your presence. You're crying as you slam your head into someone's hard chest.Â
"Woah. Bloody hell," Tangerine frowns and looks at you. He's probably the only sober person here. He's been fully sober for more than half a year now. His hand comes up to your cheek immediately as he pads at your tears. "Love, what happened?"
You don't answer him, only sobbing more as you push by him and rush into the upstairs bathroom. Charlie stumbles inside, buttoning up his shirt and he makes uncomfortable eye contact with Tangerine. He stops cold, clears his throat, and nods his head at him before he rushes up the stairs after you.Â
Tangerine's stomach drops. He takes a calming breath and puts his hands in his pockets as he walks outside and sees Macey adjusting her dress and wiping the sides of her mouth, where her mauve lipstick had smudged.
She turns to him, her voice still as she says calmly, "I can explain, T." She doesn't sound remorseful in any way, a clear indication that he's been letting her walk all over him.Â
He takes another breath and walks to her, his demeanor just as calm and Macey's expression falters. Usually, this would rile him up and she loved the adrenaline she received from calming him down and taming him. This? This was new.
"It's one thing to hurt me," Tangerine drawls, staring at her with a cold gaze. "It's another to hurt her."
Macey frowns. "Who? Y/n? Who caresâ"
"I care," he interrupts and takes Macey's chin in his hand, not tightening enough to hurt her, just to scare her. "You went too far this time and I should have never given you another chance. This? Us? We should have ended years ago."
He releases her and Macey's eyes widen. "Tangerine,"
"Get out." He says sternly and turns around, adding in a harsh tone, "And lose my fuckin' number."
Tangerine hears Charlie banging on the bathroom door the moment he enters the house again and his fists clench. He strides upstairs and pulls on your boyfriend's shoulder, feeling him jump as he looks at Tangerine. "Ya think ya haven't done enough?"
Charlie opens his mouth to protest but hearing Tangerine, you open the door just a little and peek outside, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes and a mess of snot under your nose. Tangerine's gaze softens when you sniffle.Â
"Tan," you whisper.Â
Charlie puts his hand on the door and attempts to pry it open. "Y/n!" He sounds urgent but Tangerine shoves him away, sending him a glare as he lets himself into the small bathroom and locks the door behind him again.Â
You're inconsolable now as you cry violently. As angry as you are with Tangerine for bringing her, you need him now. You grasp his shirt and rest your forehead on his chest, shaking. Tangerine is as mad at himself as you are, maybe even more so. He wraps his arms around you and inhales the scent of your shampoo as he kisses your head repeatedly.Â
"Darlin'," he whispers, his voice hoarse, "I'm so sorry. I'm so fuckin' sorry."
He hears another annoying sharp knock from Charlie again and instantly bangs his heel against the door, startling you a little but he holds you tighter and barks.Â
"Piss the fuck off, twat."
The knocking ends.Â
* * *
An hour later, Tangerine has you sitting on Lemon and Liv's kitchen counter as they clean up from the party. He hands you some water as he rolls up his sleeves. One of his hands finds your thigh and he rubs it soothingly. You look up at him from behind your glass, unable to resist the question. Â
"Is there something wrong with me?"
Tangerine's forehead pinches and pulls his hand away so he can cup your cheeks instead. He stands in between your legs, his eyes level with yours as they search your features. "Pardon? Say that again."
"What does she have that I don't? Is she prettier than me? Does she have a better body? I- I want to be wanted like her," you sniffle, your words slurred as you're still very intoxicated no matter how much water you've drank. Your cheeks are damp from your tears. "Why does she take every man I like? Why did she take you from me when I loved you damn so much?"
Tangerine's heart leaps at your words. "Loved me?" he repeats, his thumb caressing your cheek.
You nod and look into his eyes. "Love," you admit, "For yearsâand it never stops either and I tried. I tried, Tan."
You sound so sad.
His hand shakes on your cheek and for a moment you think he's leaning in to kiss you as your eyes flutter, but instead, he crushes you into a hug. You relax in his arms, shutting your eyes fully as you whimper and the sound hits him hard.Â
He'd been such an idiot.Â
"I would kiss ya," he whispers, sounding sincere, "I'd kiss ya if ya weren't so damn drunk."
You're speechless.Â
Liv walks in, holding an armful of paper towels with Lemon on her heels. She smiles when Tangerine shifts away from you, clearing his throat, and you try to look busy, your head spinning from Tangerine's previous words. Lemon raises an eyebrow at his brother and Tangerine communicates with his eyes. Lemon chuckles.
"G'night, lovebirds," he grins as Liv puts away the paper towels and smirks too, slapping Lemon's arm playfully.
Tangerine's cheeks burn crimson all the way up to his ears.Â
Once they're gone he turns his attention to you again, looking at you fondly. "I've been a real fuckin' prick, haven't I?" he says and pushes some hair behind your ear. "Lookin' at 'er, when what I wanted was right here in front of me this whole damn time."
You blink at him, his words sinking in but you're too drunk to comprehend.Â
Tangerine kisses your forehead. "I'll make it up to you," he says, his chest filling with warmth. It's a promise. One he keeps because when you wake up in Lemon's guest room, Tangerine walks in shirtless with a breakfast tray full of an assortment of toast, beans, and eggs.Â
"Monrin' love," he says. He's wearing that familiar smile. A peaceful, happy, smile. The one you haven't seen him wear in a while.Â
Damn does it look good on him.    Â
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you are drunk. and when youâre drunk you get clingy, but quinn is at home and youâre out at some random bar in vancouver with your girlfriends, which also means that youâre whiny.
it isnât even late yet, just past midnight, but three shots in and just as many drinks and youâre drunk enough to start rambling to your friends about how much you love quinn. he is such a caring and soft boyfriend, always makes you feel loved, doesnât forget to kiss you goodbye when he leaves early in the morning and youâre still asleep, sends you flowers out of the blue but especially when heâs on long roadies. heâs the perfect boyfriend and the alcohol isnât helping your cause because now you miss him too much to function and the worst part is that you canât even tell him you love him.
âsheâs so gone, should i call an uber?â
âi think you should call q-u-i-n-n.â
âwhy are you spelling quinnâs name?â
âoh quinn, he's so pretty.â you cry, not real tears, but you whine at the mention of his name. youâre not crying yet and thatâs exactly what one of your girlfriends was trying to avoid. it isn't something that bothers them as much as they would like to because you and quinn are actually cute, seemingly stuck in your honeymoon phase forever, to this day pining on each other.
and your friends are harmlessly jealous of you. you look at each other like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky. they saw it when they picked you up from your place earlier in the night and quinn came all the way downstairs to say goodbye to you and he kept on asking for one last kiss, you obviously giving in.
so to spare you from actually crying they called quinn, who was still awake despite having practice the next day because he knew well enough you were going to be needy at some point in the night.
and he giggles when he parks his car and looks at you, pouty and talking your friendsâ ears off. youâre so beautiful he needs to take a moment before walking over to you and finally bringing you home.Â
you donât even realise quinn is standing beside you until your friends nudge you, interrupting your latest âhe played so well yesterday, he looked so good too but he really needs to stop wearing that beanie because his hair is so pretty.â
âhi, baby.â
ideally, you could cry from how cozy and warm he looks in his big hoodie and sweatpants. itâs quite cold now, your choice of clothing not really ideal for this weather so you throw yourself at him to feel his warmth, finally able to love on him like you desperately craved all night.
âmy baby is here!â
âletâs get you home, câmon.â he blushes a little, teasing looks on your friendsâ faces knowing he's still not keen on pda.
you donât need him to tell you twice that youâre already jumping in the car and when heâs back in the driverâs seat you canât help but bring him closer to you. quinn giggles as you start peppering his face with kisses, smacking sounds echoing in his ear. youâre a bit sloppy because youâre drunk but heâs drunk too â on your love, so he doesnât mind at all.
and he doesnât really mind how ridiculous he looks right now after catching his reflection in the rearview mirror. face full of lipstick prints, everywhere, some more defined than others, but theyâre there and you look at him so proud of your work, your lipstick all smudged.
âhappy?â
âmh mh, very, thank you so much.â
you give him one last peck on his lips before you sit back down in your seat, admiring the blush peeking on his cheeks and thinking of how lucky you are to kiss his pretty face everyday.Â
you donât stop there, once youâre both in the comfort of your own apartment, sitting on the bathroom counter after quinn insisted on taking your makeup off for you, you keep him between your legs so he doesnât escape from more of your kisses.
âstop,â he lets out a breathy laugh, âthe sooner i take off your makeup, the sooner we can get to bed.â
âbut youâre so pretty.â
you know heâs right and youâre tired now, the remaining alcohol making you sleepy. but even after completing your night routine and lying in bed, you canât help but wrap yourself around him like a koala, lazily pecking his back before falling asleep with a small smile on your face.
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husband!seungmin
â° notes: my brain is not working properly and idk if i could write any lengthy fics as of the moment but hereâs husband seungmin because iâm bored and i love our puppy so much. not proofread. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33
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Husband Seungmin who cried when he saw you walking down the aisle with a big smile on his face thinking that heâs the luckiest man on earth to marry you. He couldnât wait for the priest to finally announce you as husband and wife then kisses you in front of your friends and family.Â
Husband Seungmin whose love language is act of service and words of affirmation with a little bit of gift-giving.Â
Husband Seungmin who is still shy about engaging in physical touch. But when he does, he gets really clingy and refuses to let you go. You never complain. He also loves looking at you dreamingly while you sleepăźwhispering how much he loves you and kisses your forehead before going to sleep, hugging you tightly.Â
Husband Seungmin who cooks every morning before going to workăźsometimes at nightăźand holds your hand while brewing coffee as he steals kisses whenever you arenât looking.Â
Husband Seungmin who would take the day off from work just to stay home and take care of you when youâre sick. He wonât allow you to move and insist that heâll do everything you ask for.Â
Husband Seungmin who gets a bit possessive when someone who seems interested in you makes a conversation so heâd kiss your lips out of the blue and say, âWeâre married.â then show off your wedding rings.Â
Husband Seungmin who doesnât pressure you to have kids with him since he respects whatever decision you make. It doesnât matter anyway, as long as the two of you are together, thatâs enough for him.Â
Husband Seungmin who is still feeling nervous when he asks you out on a date. It would always feel like the first timeăźhis heart racing, cheeks red as a tomato, the giddiness and sparks, everything goes in slow-motion. He would take you to your favorite places and have the best time.Â
Husband Seungmin who loves tea time and is literally serving you hot gossip from workăźlaughing at how everyone was so dumb and problematic in the industry.Â
Husband Seungmin who used to prefer texts over calls but now he tends to call you often because he misses you. He would also wait for you to hang up first.
Husband Seungmin who would hug you tightly while kissing the crown of your head and whisper words that might comfort you when youâre breaking down and vulnerable in front of him. He would refuse to leave until you feel better.Â
Husband Seungmin who makes weird noises and funny faces just to make you laugh.Â
Husband Seungmin who acts like a puppy when he wants to be babied and asks for a kiss.Â
Husband Seungmin who treats you like royalty.Â
Husband Seungmin who gets over the moon when you surprise him with lots of (useful) Sanrio-related gifts. Mostly Pochacco and Pompompurin with a little bit of Cinnamon Roll.Â
Husband Seungmin who loves to take A LOT of pictures of you with his phone or camera. Youâd complain (playfully) about his storage getting full but he doesnât mind because you are his muse.Â
Husband Seungmin who brings you flowers on random days because they remind him of you.Â
Husband Seungmin who kisses your lips intimately because he wants to. It could happen multiple times a day which could lead to something moreăźmost of the time.Â
Husband Seungmin who would walk away after an argument and come back hours later to apologize.Â
Husband Seungmin who doesnât want you to see him cry but gives in when you hug him.Â
Husband Seungmin who gets brutally honest, cries over silly things, and does his little twerk when drunk but still cute as hell.Â
Husband Seungmin who always scores 98-100 on coin karaoke and gets cocky. He knows you love listening to him when he sings and gladly does the favor when you ask him toâwherever, whenever.Â
Husband Seungmin who is always good at everything.Â
Husband Seungmin who doesnât say âI love you,â most of the time but expresses it in different ways or says it with the things he feels about you.Â
Husband Seungmin whose smile is the most precious in the world. You promised not to take it away and never make him cry.Â
Husband Seungmin who loves you so much, makes you happy, never fails to make your heart beat, makes you feel loved and accepts you no matter what your flaws are.Â
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THIS WAS A PRANK?!
drew starkey x fem!reader
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SUMMARY: y/n pulls her family into a trending prank where you pretend to embarrass your partner in front of your familyâŚi wonder how drew reacts?
based on this ask!! i really hope you enjoy this @xoxosblogsblog , and i hope itâs what you asked for <3
WARNINGS: i think maybe one curse word?, just pure fluff really, me crying because i used âmomâ instead of mum because theyâre american </3 (lmk if i missed anything!)
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SECOND PERSON +
Drew always tried his best to make a good impression on your parents. Even after three years of dating you, meeting them countless times, and attending every family barbecue or holiday dinner you invited him to, Drew still got a little nervous around them. You found it sweet, honestlyâhow this confident, charming actor, adored by fans worldwide, could still feel the need to impress your mom and dad.
You were currently spending the week at your parents' house, a cozy rural home in Vermont that felt like a world away from the bustling chaos of Los Angeles where you and Drew lived.
Drew had taken the week off from filming to join you, and so far, everything had been going smoothly. That was, until you saw a TikTok prank trend earlier that morning.
The prank was simple: embarrass your partner in front of your family by saying outrageous things and watch them squirm. You couldn't resist. Drew had pulled plenty of pranks on you in the past, and this felt like the perfect opportunity for some playful payback.
While Drew was in the shower, you shared your plan with your parents.
"Are you sure he's going to find it funny?" your mom asked, trying not to laugh.
"Oh, he will," you grinned. "Eventually. After he panics a little bit."
Your dad chuckled. "I'm in. But I'm not holding backâI'll really sell it."
Your mom rolled her eyes fondly. "You two are terrible."
"We'll keep it harmless," you promised.
By the time Drew emerged from the shower, fresh and smiling in a casual hoodie and jeans, you were ready to set your plan in motion.
The four of you were gathered around the dining table, enjoying your mom's homemade lasagnaâa dish Drew had raved about during every visit. You decided to start small.
"You know," you said casually, "Drew actually told me he doesn't like your cooking, Mom. He says it's too... plain."
Your mom froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. "Really?" she asked, her tone clipped.
Drew's head whipped toward you so fast you thought he might get whiplash. His eyes widened. "What? No! That's not true at all! I love your cooking!"
"Hmm," your mom said, narrowing her eyes. "That's funny, because you always seem to clean your plate."
"Exactly!" Drew said quickly, holding up his hands. "I do, because it's amazing! I don't know what Y/N's talking about. I would never say that!"
You bit back a grin and focused on your lasagna, mumbling, "If you say so."
Drew shot you a bewildered look, his brow furrowing. You could tell he wanted to press you on it, but he let it goâfor now.
Later that evening, the four of you were in the living room watching a football game. Your dad had always been a big fan, and Drew had made it a point to bond with him over it.
"He doesn't actually like football, Dad," you said offhandedly during a commercial break. "He told me it's boring."
The room went silent.
"What?" your dad asked, turning to Drew with a stern expression.
"No, no, no!" Drew stammered, his cheeks flushing. "I never said that! I love football! We've watched games together! Weâre both huge fans of the Kansas City Chiefs!"
"You mean the team you pretended to like just to get on my good side?" your dad said, raising an eyebrow.
Drew looked like a deer caught in headlights. "No, I swear, I really like them! I even looked up their stats before we came here so I could keep up!"
Your dad folded his arms, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I thought we had something, Drew."
"IâMr. Y/L/NâI mean, sirâI promise, I'm not lying!" Drew's voice grew more frantic, and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.
When your dad turned back to the game with a dramatic sigh, Drew leaned over to you. "What's going on?" he whispered.
You shrugged innocently. "I don't know what you mean."
The final straw came later that night when you were all sitting around the kitchen island, enjoying dessert.
"Mom," you said with a sigh, "Drew said he's still hungry. He wants you to make him something else."
Drew nearly choked on his forkful of pie. "What?! No, I didn't!"
Your mom gave him a sweet but pointed smile. "Well, Drew, if you don't like the pie, I suppose I could whip something else up for you."
"I love the pie!" Drew insisted, looking panicked. "I never said that! Y/N, why are you doing this?"
You shrugged again, fighting the urge to burst out laughing.
When your parents finally went their separate waysâyour dad retreating to the living room and your mom heading upstairs to fold laundryâDrew cornered you in the kitchen.
"Okay," he said, crossing his arms. "What is going on?"
"What do you mean?" you asked, feigning innocence.
"Don't give me that," he said, narrowing his eyes. "You've been throwing me under the bus all day. First the cooking thing, then football, now this? I swear I didn't say any of those things!"
You tilted your head, pretending to think. "Hmm, maybe you did, and you just don't remember."
"Y/N," Drew said firmly, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice now. "Are you messing with me?"
Before you could answer, your parents reappeared in the doorway, both looking serious.
"We need to talk," your dad said, crossing his arms.
Drew paled. "About what?"
"About all these things Y/N's been saying," your mom added. "We just want to know if there's something you need to get off your chest."
"IâI don't know what she's talking about!" Drew stammered, his hands flailing as he tried to explain himself. "I love your cooking, Ms. Y/L/N and sir, I love football, and I would never ask you to make me more food! I swear!"
That was it. You couldn't hold it in any longer. You burst out laughing, doubling over as tears streamed down your face. Your mom quickly followed, and even your dad cracked a smile.
Drew stared at you all, realisation dawning on his face. "Wait... this was a prank?!"
"It was a TikTok trend!" you gasped, clutching your stomach. "I had to try it!"
Your mom patted Drew on the shoulder. "We're sorry, Drew. It was all in good fun."
He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "I can't believe you all ganged up on me."
"You've pulled worse pranks on me," you reminded him, wiping your eyes.
"Fair point," he admitted, pulling you into a playful headlock. "But don't think you're getting away with this. I'm going to get you back."
"I'd like to see you try," you teased, grinning up at him.
As Drew laughed along with your parents, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to have someone who fit so seamlessly into your familyâeven if he was already plotting his revenge.
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this was such an adorable one :â)) i really hope you enjoyed it my lovely !!
iâm still trying to figure out a master list, so fingers crossed iâll have it up tonight !! but for now, you can click on my personalised tags to access my fics <3
likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated !! <3
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