#then when he finally had to let her go he tightened his hands so he didnt reach out to pull her back again

[moonlightwritingf1]

One of the girls | LN4

⋆˚✿˖° summary ━━━━━━━ Based on the song One of the girls by The Weeknd

⋆˚✿˖° pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

⋆˚✿˖° word count ━━━━━━━ 2.3k

⋆˚✿˖° warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, spitting in mouth, mean Lando?

Based on this request.

The rain tapped a restless rhythm against the windowpane of Y/n’s flat, a sound that mirrored the chaos in her mind. She stared at her phone, the screen glowing with Lando’s latest text: I’m outside. Her heart skipped a beat, her fingers trembling as she typed back: Come up.

They’d been playing this game for weeks now, ever since they’d met at a mutual friend’s party. Lando had been magnetic from the start, his charm effortless, his cocky smirk enough to make her knees weak. But it wasn’t just his looks or his fame as a Formula One driver that drew her in. It was the way he looked at her, like he could see right through her, like he knew exactly what she needed—even when she didn’t.

The knock at the door was firm, commanding. She opened it, and there he was, leaning against the frame, his leather jacket dripping with rain. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

“You’re late,” she said, trying to sound casual, but her voice betrayed her, trembling just enough for him to notice.

Lando smirked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Traffic,” he said, his voice low, dripping with that Bristol accent that sent shivers down her spine. “But I’m here now.”

He didn’t wait for an invitation. He never did. He moved with the confidence of a man who was used to getting what he wanted, his hands finding her waist as he backed her against the wall. Y/n’s breath hitched as she felt the coolness of the wall press into her back, the heat of his body searing her front.

“Were you waiting for me?” he asked, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

She nodded, unable to speak, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. He chuckled, a deep, sinful sound that made her stomach flip. “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her skin just hard enough to leave a mark.

Y/n gasped, her head falling back against the wall as he kissed her, his hands sliding under her shirt, his fingers rough and demanding. She’d never felt like this before, so completely consumed by someone else’s touch. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and she loved every second of it.

“Lando,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but he heard her. He always did.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching hers. “What do you want, Y/n?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. She’d never been honest with anyone about what she really wanted, but with Lando, it felt different. He wouldn’t judge her, wouldn’t make her feel ashamed. He’d take what she gave him and give her exactly what she needed in return.

“I want…” she started, her voice trembling. “I want you to control me. I want you to…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but Lando’s eyes softened, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Say it,” he urged, his voice gentle but firm. “Tell me what you want.”

Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard before finally whispering, “I want you to take control. Make me yours.”

His smile widened, a predatory glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go.” 

He stepped back, his gaze never leaving hers. “On your knees.” 

Her chest tightened, but she obeyed without hesitation, sinking down until her knees met the cool wooden floor. Lando stood over her, his presence commanding, his shadow engulfing her. He placed a hand under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. 

“Open.” 

She parted her lips, her pulse racing as she saw the molten desire in his stare. He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and spat into her open mouth. Her breath caught, but she didn’t flinch, swallowing it without breaking eye contact. He chuckled, a low, approving sound that sent heat pooling between her thighs. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, his hands sliding into her hair, gripping tight. He pulled her head back, exposing her neck, and she gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

His lips crashed against her skin, biting and sucking until she whimpered. He dragged her to her feet, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall. His hand moved to her throat, his grip firm but careful, tightening just enough to make her gasp. She arched into him, her back pressing against his chest as he leaned in, his lips grazing her ear.

“Tell me to stop. Say it, and I will,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint. 

She shook her head, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Don’t stop. Please.” 

His grip tightened slightly, and she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. “That’s my girl,” he muttered, his other hand sliding down her front, fingers roughly pushing past the fabric of her jeans.

She cried out, her body arching off the wall as his calloused fingers pressed harder, circling her clit with a rough, deliberate rhythm. Her hips jerked against his hand, desperate for more, but he held her pinned, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her gasp. “Scream for me,” he demanded, his voice low and gravelly, the command dripping with authority.

“Lando,” she gasped, her voice already breaking, the pressure building mercilessly. Her fingers clawed at the wall behind her, nails scraping against the paint as she struggled to find purchase.

“Louder,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to send a shiver down her spine. His fingers quickened, the pad of his thumb pressing directly into her clit with unwavering focus. Her legs shook, her knees threatening to buckle, but his other hand kept her upright, his hold on her throat steady. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel.

The sound tore from her throat—raw, unfiltered, her cry echoing off the walls as her body coiled tight. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice dark and possessive. “Let go.”

Her orgasm hit like a shockwave, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her, sharp and unrelenting. He didn’t let up, his fingers still working her through the peak, grinding against her clit until she was writhing, her screams dissolving into broken whimpers. The room spun, her vision blurring as her legs gave out completely, but he caught her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her back against him.

“Every bit of it,” he reminded her, his voice harsh but satisfied, his lips trailing down her neck, biting at the tender skin he’d already marked. She shuddered, her body still trembling, every nerve alight with oversensitivity. His hand slid out of her jeans, slick with her release, and he brought it to her lips, smearing it across her mouth. Her tongue flicked out instinctively, the taste bitter and sweet and wholly his. He watched her, his eyes unreadable, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough, his approval sending a fresh wave of heat through her. She was his, and she knew it.

Her legs still trembled as Lando lifted her from the floor, her body humming with the aftershocks of her release. He carried her to the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud. His dark eyes locked onto hers, piercing through the haze of arousal that clouded her thoughts. His hands were rough as he stripped her, fabric tearing under the urgency of his movements. She didn’t protest, didn’t even flinch. She wanted this—needed it—more than air.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice dripping with lust as he stood over her, eyes raking over her exposed body. “So fucking perfect like this.”

She reached for him, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with his belt, but he swatted her hand away, the sharp sting making her gasp. “Behave,” he warned, his lips curling into a smirk. He undressed slowly, deliberately, letting the tension build until it was unbearable. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in shallow pants, but he didn’t touch her. Not yet.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. She obeyed without hesitation, her thighs falling open, exposing herself to him completely. His hand came down hard on her inner thigh, the sharp slap reverberating through her body, and she cried out, her hips jerking off the bed. “Stay still,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned over her, his breath hot on her skin.

He spit into his hand before wrapping it around his hardening cock, stroking himself slow and deliberate. Her eyes fixated on the way his fist moved, the way his veins bulged under the strain. She wanted him inside her, needed it more than anything she’d ever known.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Lando, please.”

He gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “Do you want it rough, love?” he taunted, his voice a dark promise. “Do you want me to take everything?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her body trembling with need. “Take it. It’s yours.”

He didn’t give her a moment to prepare, slamming into her with one brutal thrust. She screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely, stretching her to the point of pain. He growled, a feral sound that made her pulse race, and his hands moved to her throat, tightening just enough to make her gasp.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his hips snapping into hers with unrelenting force. “Take it. All of it.”

Her vision blurred, her body caught between pleasure and pain as he pounded into her relentlessly. His grip on her throat tightened, cutting off her air, and she arched into him, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck, Lando!” she choked out, her voice raw and broken. “Don’t stop!”

He leaned down, his lips crashing against hers in a savage kiss as he slammed into her harder, deeper. She could taste herself on his tongue, bitter and sweet, and she moaned into his mouth, her body spiraling out of control. His hand moved to her neck again, his fingers pressing into her pulse point, and she felt herself swaying on the edge, her body trembling under his relentless assault.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness as he bit down on her shoulder. “All mine.”

She nodded frantically, her mind too far gone to form words. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him as he continued to thrust into her, prolonging the pleasure until she was screaming, her voice breaking under the intensity. He didn’t stop, his pace unrelenting as he chased his own release, his grip on her throat tightening until she was gasping, her vision darkening at the edges.

“Lando,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. “Please.”

With a guttural groan, he finally came, spilling into her with a force that left her shaking. He collapsed on top of her, his grip on her throat easing just enough to let her breathe, but he didn’t let go completely. His eyes met hers, dark and possessive, and he brushed a strand of damp hair from her face. “Always so fucking perfect for me,” he muttered, his voice rough with satisfaction. “My girl.”

She lay there beneath him, her body still trembling, her heart pounding in rhythm with his. Tonight, she was his—completely, utterly, and without question. But she wasn’t naive. She knew it didn’t mean more than this. She wasn’t the girl he’d write songs about, or the one he’d introduce to his family. She was just one of the girls in his orbit, a secret pleasure he craved when the world became too loud. And she was okay with that.

Lando rolled off her, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. He didn’t speak, just traced a lazy finger along her collarbone, his touch light but possessive. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes searching his for something—anything—that might’ve hinted at more. But there was nothing. Just that same dark, unreadable gaze that made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff.

“Is this it?” she asked, her voice soft, barely above a whisper. “Just tonight?”

He smirked, leaning over to brush his lips against her ear. “Tonights don’t have to end, love,” he murmured. His hand slid down her body, fingers grazing her hipbone before gripping it tightly. “You know that.”

She did know. It was the unspoken agreement between them—the thing she’d learned to brace herself for, even if it left her hollow when the lights came on. She wasn’t his one, and she didn’t have to be. All she had to do was be there when he needed her, to give him whatever he wanted without question. To be one of his girls.

Her hand found his cheek, her thumb brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “I’ll keep the secret,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. “You don’t need to love me. Just don’t let go.”

His eyes softened, just for a moment, and he pressed a kiss to her palm. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. “Now get some rest. You’ll need it.”

She closed her eyes, her body sinking into the mattress as exhaustion took over. The weight of his arm draped over her was both comforting and suffocating, a reminder of where she stood in his world. No commitment, no promises—just this. And for now, it was enough.

[littlelamy]

can you make a story where rafe and reader broke up 3 years ago, but she comes back to Outer Banks only now she has a daughter(who looks just like Rafe) and a husband (Whom she doesn't really love) and rafe still loves her

lamy's notes: i feel like i should do a part 2—send a request if you want one!

you never thought you’d come back.

three years was a long time. long enough to build a new life, to convince yourself you were better off away from this place, from everything that once kept you tangled in its grip. long enough to pretend you had moved on.

but then your husband got a job offer in charleston, and suddenly, outer banks was just a short drive away.

and now you’re here. back where it all started.

“mommy, look!”

your daughter’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you glance over to see her pointing at a row of seashells scattered across the sand, eyes bright with excitement. your heart squeezes. she looks so much like him. blonde-ish hair, sharp blue eyes—features that don’t belong to your husband.

you force a smile, kneeling down beside her. “those are beautiful, baby.”

“can i take some home?” she asks, looking up at you expectantly.

before you can answer, a voice—deep, familiar, and entirely unexpected—cuts through the salty air.

“i think you’ll need a pretty big bag for all those.”

your breath catches. slowly, you rise to your feet, turning toward the voice you haven’t heard in three years.

rafe cameron.

he looks different. older. sharper in some ways, softer in others. but his eyes? they’re exactly the same. the same piercing blue, the same intensity that always made it hard to breathe when he looked at you.

“rafe,” you say, his name barely a whisper on your lips.

his gaze flickers to the little girl standing at your side, and you see it. the moment realization hits. the way his jaw tightens, his fingers clench.

“mommy, who’s that?” your daughter asks, tugging at your hand.

rafe swallows hard, tearing his eyes away from her to look at you instead. waiting. silently demanding an answer.

“he’s…” your voice trails off, the words catching in your throat. you glance at your daughter, then back at him. “he’s an old friend.”

his lips press into a thin line. he knows you’re lying. but he doesn’t push. not yet.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, trying to ignore the way your pulse is racing.

he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “funny. i was about to ask you the same thing.”

you hesitate, glancing at your daughter before looking back at him. “we… moved back. my husband’s job—”

his expression darkens at the mention of your husband, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “your husband.”

there’s something bitter in his voice, something that makes your chest tighten. before you can respond, your daughter tugs at your hand again.

“mommy, can we go now?” she asks, oblivious to the tension crackling between you and rafe.

you nod quickly, eager to escape, but rafe steps forward, gaze locked onto yours. “we need to talk.”

there’s a part of you that wants to run. that wants to pretend this moment never happened. but deep down, you know you can’t.

because the past has finally caught up to you.

and rafe isn’t letting you go this time.

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[greengoblinswifey]

Off Limits

pairing— stepdad!in-ho x stepdaughter!reader

summary— since in-ho has married your mother, you’ve had him wrapped around your finger and your pussy wrapped around his cock—but lately, he’d been neglecting you in favor of her. you get his attention in the only way you know how, making him jealous.

warnings— minors DNI. age gap(19, early 50s) jealousy, spanking, face fucking, daddy kink, katoptronophilia, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, orgasm denial, begging, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— i feel like after this you guys can tell i have daddy issues but enjoy! requests for stepdad!in-ho are open.

You had spent the last few weeks feeling almost restless. Ever since In-ho started spending less time at home, and more with your mother at the request of wanting to hang out with her husband more, your usual interactions had been reduced to fleeting glances at dinner and quickies when he finally managed to slip away. He was distant and when he wasn’t with your mother—he was occupied with his mysterious occupation and you hated how much you noticed. How much you missed him. But you weren’t the type to sit around sulking. If he was going to ignore you, you’d make sure he regretted it.

Sure, you had no right to be jealous. He was your mother’s husband. No one told you to go fuck your stepfather, of course he’d start spending time with his own wife instead.

So when a popular frat boy from your university asked you out, again—you finally said yes. Not because you liked him, but because you knew it would get a reaction from In-ho.

Getting ready, you chose the skimpiest two piece outfit you owned. The fabric clung to your body in all the right places, the skirt riding just high enough to show your ass cheeks and your thong strings were on your hips. You knew exactly what you were doing when you stepped out of your room.

He was there, standing in the hallway, watching you with an unreadable expression. His gaze dragged over your figure, slowly, before settling on your face.

“Where are you going?” His voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath it.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have a date,” you smirked, tilting your head.

His jaw tensed. “Go back inside and change that sorry excuse of an outfit. You aren’t going anywhere.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, not happening.”

He exhaled through his nose, something dark flickering in his gaze, but he didn’t say another word. You walked past him without looking back.

The date was fine. The guy was charming, a little full of himself, but he paid for dinner and made you laugh a couple of times. Still, your mind was elsewhere. And when he dropped you back home, you made sure to lean in and kiss him on the cheek before stepping out of the car.

As you turned to walk inside, you threw one last glance over your shoulder. “You know, you’re free to touch if you’d like,” you said playfully, knowing full well a certain someone would be watching.

The guy grinned, slapping your ass and biting his lip before driving off. He hadn’t gotten any pussy but he definitely scored that night.

You didn’t need to turn around to know In-ho was there, standing just inside the house, waiting. The door clicked shut behind you, locking you in with the storm brewing in his gaze.

You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe you had pushed too far.

“What the hell was that?” His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the irritation beneath it.

You rolled your eyes and moved to push past him. “Isn’t my mother waiting for you?” you said, asked.

Before you could take another step, his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not painful. “It’s just us right now,” he said, his voice heavier.

You tried to yank your arm away, glaring up at him. “Let me go.”

His jaw tightened. “You’ve been a brat all night,” he muttered. His gaze dropped briefly, taking in your outfit again, and his grip tensed just slightly. “And you really walked out of here wearing this? For him?”

You scoffed, looking anywhere but at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You think I didn’t see you? Letting that kid put his hands on your ass like that?”

You lifted your chin, crossing your arms. “And?”

That muscle in his jaw twitched. He let go of your wrist only to grab you again, firmer this time, pulling you toward the bedroom.

“Hey—” you started, trying to dig your heels into the floor, but he was stronger.

“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, kicking the door shut behind you. “You’ve been running your mouth all night.”

You shoved at his arm, cursing under your breath. “This is ridiculous.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you forward over his lap. You gasped, trying to push up, but his hand pressed against the small of your back.

“In-ho—”

“You went out with that little boy wearing nothing but a thong?” he asked, lifting the hem of your skirt, scoffing. “Figures.”

You squirmed. “Let me go.”

“You know the drill.” His voice was calm, almost amused. “Count.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the sharp sting that followed had you sucking in a breath instead.

“One.”

Another.

“T-two.”

His hand came down again, this time a bit harder. “I’m sorry,” you whined.

He scoffed, smoothing his hand over your burning ass. “Sorry who?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

It clearly wasn’t enough for him as his hand came down once more.

By the time he reached fifteen, your breath was shaky, and your ass tingled with heat.

He exhaled, running a hand over your ass before finally letting you go. You sat up quickly, glaring at him through glassy eyes.

He smirked, leaning back slightly. “That little stunt of yours was cute.”

You huffed, wiping your eyes. “S-shut up.”

Still, the way he was looking at you made it clear—he knew you weren’t going to pull something like that again.

You pouted, the look on your face making his resolve falter. “Can you hold me? Please daddy.”

He wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and tell you all was well but you needed to learn. He tilted your chin, meeting your watery, pouty gaze. “When you’ve learned to be a good girl but you’re not there yet.”

He undid his belt, his hard cock springing free and you immediately knew what you had to do.

“Get on your knees, worship this cock and show me exactly how sorry you are.”

You nodded, getting on his knees to place a soft kiss on his tip, murmuring, “I love how perfect you are.” Your lips traced a slow path on his shaft, and you could feel his gaze on you. “So big daddy,” you whispered, your words a mix of praise and awe. You knew he liked hearing it, the way his jaw tightened and his fingers threaded through your curls told you so.

“Shut up,” he said, his tone more commanding now. “I don't need you to tell me, you're going to show me.”

Your lips parted, and you took him in your mouth, your gaze flicking up to meet his. His hand tightened in your curls, guiding you to remind you who was in control. “That's it, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Keep going, just like that.”

You continued, your focus entirely on him, feeling his quiet approval in the way his cock throbbed, though his hand remained firmly in your hair. He let out a soft moan, “You're doing so good for me,” he murmured, his words making your pussy throb. “Sometimes you can be a good girl.”

You glided your tongue along his length, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “I love making you feel good, daddy.” Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his balls, adding to the warmth of your affection.

You took him deep into your throat, gagging as you did but it only turned him on. His grip on your curls remained, pushing your head down then thrusting when you got too comfortable. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, saliva and pre cum dripping down your chin, and you made sure your eyes looked up at him, full of admiration as he fucked your face.

“Such a beautiful fucking slut for your daddy,” he moaned. He began thrusting faster, ready to shoot his load down your throat. “Get ready, and you're going to swallow every drop.” You hummed in response, the vibration sending him over the edge and he pushed your head all the way down until your nose touched his pelvis. His cum shot down your throat and you swallowed every drop like the good girl you aimed to be.

He pulled you off him by your hair, his breath shaky, cock twitching.

“I’d eat your pussy but you don’t deserve that right now.” You pouted at his words. “Get on the bed. Face down, ass up. Move.”

You obeyed, biting your lip as you crawled onto the bed, positioning yourself as he instructed. Your heart raced as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, where you could see the reflection of the both of you. In-ho stood behind you, his intense gaze fixed on you as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the muscles of his torso.

He tore your skirt and your thong off, then your skimpy top followed. His smirk was almost cruel, his hands brushing along the curve of your now bare ass as he positioned himself behind you.

“You're going to behave now, aren't you, sweetie?” he murmured. “Or do I need to remind you who's in charge?”

You rolled your eyes and he slapped your ass in response, making you yelp. He didn't hesitate, gripping your waist tightly before plunging into you with a force that left you screaming. Your face buried into the pillow instinctively, but his low, commanding voice brought you back.

“No,” he growled, his fingers tightening around your hips. “Look at yourself. Look at what happens when you act out. Watch me punish you."”

You turned your head toward the mirror, catching sight of him in all his glory. His dark eyes met yours in the reflection, a look of dominance swirling in them.

“That's fucking right,” he said, slamming into you harder, making your entire body jolt. “Don't you dare look away.”

Your breath hitched as his pace quickened, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Daddy, I'm sorry,” you cried, your voice trembling.

“Too bad.” he said sharply, his lips curving into a smirk. “You've been a brat and a damn whore all night. You don't get to apologize now.”

His rhythm didn't relent, his grip firm as he hit that spot inside you that made you tremble uncontrollably. “You're enjoying this way too much," he murmured, his tone almost teasing as he noticed the way your pussy soaked his cock.

He could feel the way you clenched around him and he grabbed your throat, pulling you back to his chest.

“You wanna cum for daddy? Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy,” you sobbed. “P-please let me cum. I promise I’ll be good.”

He chuckled darkly, shoving you back down into the mattress, your face pressed into it. “Beg me, scream for me. Tell me how sorry you are.”

The overwhelming urge to cum was so much, you couldn’t hold back the words that tumbled from your lips even if you tried.

“Please daddy! Please, let me cum. I- I’m so sorry! I won’t be a brat anymore, I swear. Please, wanna cum s-so bad,” you cried, your voice breaking into a pathetic sob.

You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you at your words. He pulled you back by your neck, your gaze locked on him in the mirror.

“You’ve earned it, baby. Cum for daddy, soak my cock.”

His words were all you needed, your body shook in his arms, and your orgasm took ahold of you. Babbling incoherent words, you squirted, the sensation so intense that his cum spurted deep inside your pussy. He pressed your face into the bed, moaning loudly as he fucked his cum into you and rode out his high. When he was satisfied, he collapsed onto the bed, laying kisses all over your face as he tried to ground you.

In-ho exhaled as he stood up, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a warm cloth. He crouched down beside you, his touch surprisingly gentle as he wiped your face, brushing away the dampness on your cheeks then cleaned between your legs. His fingers lingered for a moment, thumb grazing your cheek.

“What’s really wrong, sweetie?” His voice had softened now, no longer edged with frustration.

You pouted, crossing your arms. “You’ve been spending so much time with mom,” you muttered, barely meeting his gaze. “I feel alone.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he sat beside you. “You don’t have to be jealous or seek attention from some little boy to get a reaction out of me,” he said, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. “You’re the one I want. You know that.”

Your defenses crumbled at his words, and without thinking, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close, stroking your hair and your back.

“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hand down your back in soothing strokes. “You know I’m yours regardless.” His lips brushed the top of your head. “And you’re mine. My princess, my baby girl.”

You exhaled, finally relaxing against him as he held you, warm and a bit—fatherly, exactly where you wanted to be.

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[antinousletmehit]

HAIAIA REI!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAYY/NIGHT/EVENING , REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER AND TAKE BREAKS!! I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY BUSY WITH A LOT OF REQUESTS BUT I WAS THINKING OF A TELEMACHUS X READER WHERE THE READER IS LIKE MANHANDLES HIM (I thought it was funny and a bit silly THEHE) AND HE JUST FALLS MORE IN LOVE WITH HER BUT ODYSSEUS WAS NEARBY AND HE'S JUST LIKE "😧" please do it if you're not uncomfortable tho!! And when you have time!! :33 ANYWAYY HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/EVENING

୨୧┇how I feel after doing Aikos request after a month

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Odysseus had seen battle. He had faced monsters, endured storms, and survived the wrath of gods. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the absolute absurdity of watching his son get dragged by the hair through the halls of the palace, looking completely smitten.

You had a firm grip on Telemachus’s thick curls, yanking him along as he stumbled after you, only half-resisting. “You absolute idiot,” you growled. “I told you to stop sneaking out at night, but do you listen? No. Now I have to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.”

Telemachus, despite being unceremoniously hauled by his hair, was grinning like an idiot. His face was flushed, and he looked practically delighted. “You’re so strong,” he sighed, stumbling slightly as you yanked him forward. “Gods, it’s hot.”

Odysseus stood frozen in the middle of the hall, watching with an expression of pure disbelief. “You’re—what?” you snapped, throwing a glare over your shoulder.

Telemachus just gazed at you with open admiration, like you had personally brought him down from Olympus. “I love when you handle me like this,” he said, voice a little too dreamy for someone being dragged.

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “You would.”

Odysseus couldn’t take it anymore. “Boy,” he barked, stepping forward, “why in the name of all the gods are you letting someone drag you by the hair?”

Telemachus blinked at his father as if the answer were obvious. “Because she’s perfect,” he said, shrugging even as you tightened your grip on his curls. Odysseus opened his mouth. Then shut it. He inhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Have you no pride?” he finally managed, voice strained.

Telemachus just grinned. “Not when it comes to her.”

You scoffed, finally releasing his hair with a shove. He barely even stumbled, just beaming at you like a lovesick fool. “I swear,” Odysseus muttered under his breath, shaking his head, “I should’ve left you in Pylos.”

Telemachus dusted himself off, still watching you with that infuriatingly fond expression. “So,” he said, tilting his head. “Are you gonna toss me around some more, or is that it?” Odysseus gave up. You, however, grabbed Telemachus by the collar and pulled him close.

“Do that stupid sneaking-out act again,” you warned, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll throw you down the stairs next time.” Telemachus’s breath hitched. His face went red.

Odysseus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m leaving. I can’t witness this.” As he stormed off, you huffed and let go of Telemachus, who was now watching you with an almost dazed expression.

“…You really like this, don’t you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Telemachus just smiled, still flushed. “With you? I’d let you throw me off a cliff.”

[urmum-lovesme]

Ok but toxic!dad!rafe where this don’t effect the children’s life but when it come to the mother of his kids he’s still very overprotective. I mean she is a MILF.

This is the best thing I've ever heard anon I hope both sides of your pillow are cold.

Toxic!Rafe as a dad?

Surprisingly present. 

His kid adores him, and in their eyes, he’s just their cool, protective father. He spoils them, takes them out on the yacht all the time, and he makes sure they have everything they could ever want. He told himself he would never be like Ward if he ever became a father, and he- for a change- was living up to his word.

But when it comes to their mom? That’s where the real problem is.

Because Rafe does not change when it comes to Y/N.

Y/N falling pregnant, certainly wasn't planned. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was young, she had a future and more than anything, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to stay with Rafe, let alone have a baby with him. She didn't tell Rafe right away. Not because she was hiding it, but because she knew- deep in her gut- that he wouldn’t react like a normal person. She needed time to think, to weigh her options, to figure out what she wanted before he got involved.

But Rafe found out anyway.

Y/N had been so incredibly careful, she didn't leave any trace of the positive pregnancy test in Tannyhill; but he just knew her too well, sensed that something was off when she stopped drinking.

“What?”

His voice was quiet at first, his brows furrowed, like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. But then the realisation hit. His blue eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, the room suddenly feeling too small. His voice was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it.

“You were gonna tell me, right?”

“Rafe, I—I don’t know what I’m going to do yet—”

Wrong answer. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“The fuck do you mean, you don’t know?” His breath was hot against her face, his fingers digging into her skin.

“That’s my kid, Y/N.”

Her stomach churned, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“I just- Rafe, I need time to think—”

“No, you don’t.”

He cut her off, shaking his head like the idea itself was ridiculous, angrily running a hand through his messed up hair.

“You don’t need to think. It’s already decided.”

She tried to take a step back, but his grip tightened, his other hand settling on her waist, firmly keeping her closer to him.

“We’re having this baby.”

Her breath caught in her throat as the words passed his lips, tears stinging her eyes before she could stop the feeling.

“I don’t- Rafe, this is my choice—”

His fingers pressed harder, his face inches from hers.

“No, it’s ours.”

Even now when they have a child together, he still watches her like a hawk. Still gets unreasonably possessive when she dresses a certain way, still makes a scene when he catches another man looking at her for a second too long. And she knows better than to fight him on it- most of the time.

It’s a summer afternoon, and she’s lounging by the pool, drink in hand, wearing a bikini that makes Rafe’s jaw clench. The sun was high, casting a golden glow over her as she adjusted the thin strap of her bikini top. It was tiny- too fucking tiny. The black fabric barely covered her tits, which, thanks to breastfeeding, were even fuller now, spilling slightly over the edges. His jaw clenched as his gaze dragged down, taking in the way the strings hugged her hips, digging into soft, newly gained curves that had him gripping the bottle in his hand just a little harder.

His friends are over, and while they’re talking, his eyes keep flicking toward her, watching the way the fabric clings to her curves. And then- Topper nudges him, nodding toward one of the new neighbours talking to her.

Rafe’s face goes dark.

She’s laughing at something the guy said, totally unaware of the way Rafe’s grip tightens around his beer bottle. He doesn’t make a scene- not yet- but when the guy finally walks away, Rafe strides over, towering over her as she peers up from her sun bed. His voice is deceptively smooth, but she knows that tone.

"Having fun, baby?"

"Yes."

His fingers skim her thigh, tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"You looked like you were having a little too much fun."

She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on her head, she had a feeling she knew exactly where this was going.

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious." He leans down, voice dropping.

"Go inside and cover up."

She scoffs, shifting to sit up, the towel underneath her crumpling slightly as she moved,

"It’s our backyard and it's a pool party-."

"-I don’t give a fuck."

"Rafe, you’re being ridiculous."

"Yeah?" His grip tightens on her thigh.

"Then why’s he looking at you like he wants to fuck you?"

Her stomach flips.

"Stop," she hisses, even as heat creeps up her neck. But Rafe just smirks, leaning in so only she can hear.

"Maybe I should remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Her breath catches.

And the way he says it? The way his hand tightens on her thigh, just enough to send a warning? It sends a shiver down her spine, even as she glares at him. Because she knows- if she doesn’t listen now, he’ll make her.

Somehow, their kid never see this side of Rafe, he makes sure of it.

To them, their dad is just protective, he just 'cares about mommy so much!'. They never see the way their mother bites her lip in frustration when Rafe pulls her away from conversations. They never see the bruises he leaves- not always from violence, but from gripping her too tight, kissing her too hard. They don’t hear the way she argues in hushed tones behind closed doors, or the way she eventually gives in and melts into him anyway.

Because as much as she hates his jealousy and his control, she loves him too much to walk away.

He is the father of her child after all

[superfreakfranky]

A siren.

A temptation.

And you're the only one to hear it.

Zoro offers to keep you safe from plunging overboard and things get...heated.

Cw: 🔞 afab, mentions of a history of abuse, kissing, nudity, lap sitting, dirty talk, spanking, oral (you receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, (I see a theme here in my writing...🤙🏻)

On his way to the kitchen, Luffy finds you peering over the deck rail.

Half asleep, he blinks at you.

Weird.

It's 4am.

"Did ya see somethin'?"

It's as if you didn't hear him. There one moment, then you're gone.

The screaming wakes Zoro.

"I can't save her! Guys! Please!"

And Zoro's moving quickly. Captain calls, he answers.

You're overboard, jumped, according to Luffy.

Without blinking, Zoro goes in after you.

He reaches for you in the shadowy water, comes up short.

There's something down there. Something almost pulling you deeper.

He gets to you finally, pure adrenaline pushing him on.

Your nails break skin when you surface.

"Oi, damn it! What the Hell?"

Your eyes are glazed, you're frantic in his arms.

"Please, let me go. They need me."

"Quit talking crazy. Get on the boat."

It's almost a workout strongarming you back up as you fight him. You're so damn determined to go back under, he has to almost restrain you - which is near impossible while treading water.

Finally, Luffy grabs you, pulls you up, starts screaming a lecture at you.

The sun's not up yet.

Zoro climbs aboard again, soaked and annoyed.

With the ruckus, the whole crew's on deck now. Zoro seeks the eye of Chopper.

"Look her over, would ya? Something's not right."

You're fighting Luffy as well, Zoro stripping from his wet shirt and ringing it out as he observes.

How odd.

Luffy tightens his grip. "Damn it. Stop. I don't wanna hurt you, okay?"

Chopper examines your eyes first, notices the glazed over pupils.

"Oh, shit..." His hooves grab your hands, turn your palms up.

A mark. A single red mark, but a symbol.

The crew steps forward, eager to know what woke them so early.

Usopp flails, falls to the deck.

"Oh no! It's real! Everybody inside. Panic!!"

"What the Hell is that?" Franky speaks first.

"It's the mark of a siren. She must've been on deck," Chopper informs the crew.

"Now that you mention it, I had heard a story about these waters, but it just sounded like some old pirate ghost story. No way!" Nami gasps.

"Luffy, bring her into the infirmary. We need to tie her down." Chopper demands.

"Right!"

Usopp pulls some wrap put of his pocket, makes quick work of tying your wrists.

Zoro stills.

He knows your history. Knows how they found you.

"Wouldn't that be a bit inhumane?"

Chopper's lips purse. The crew stills, eyes downcast as they remember your first encounter. The rope burns. The agony.

Zoro just remembers your eyes; how you pleaded for help.

He could save anyone - but the horrors done to you by that monster that called himself a man - those memories stay. Nothing could be done about that.

"We don't have another option," comes Chopper's voice.

"I've got her."

The doctor hums at Zoro, looks away.

"Fine. Your way first. But, if not, we need to tie her up until we're through these waters."

You're thrashing still, tearful and begging to get the ties off your wrists.

When Zoro steps in your view, the fog clears for a bit.

His calloused hands untie the restraints. Your gaze is glued to the movement, trails up his forearms, then to his face as he steadies you.

He almost thinks he sees a flash of something in your eyes, but it's gone again.

"I'm taking her to the crow's nest. Far enough away from the water."

The crew doesn't argue. Maybe they're too tired.

"Make her something to eat," Luffy demands. "That'll fix her right up!"

If only.

"I'll look through some of my books I got at the last port. Maybe I'll find something useful," Chopper suggests.

It's going to be a long day.

---

"Oi, just quit your thrashing. You're impossible."

He's got one big arm around you, his other lifting a large barbell.

The Hell you're going to disrupt his plans for the day.

He'd trusted you to sit and wait for him to get a workout in, but the second you were out of his grasp, you were booking it for the deck.

And he refuses to fail.

Refuses to let them tie you down.

Or worse - that damned cook be tasked with guarding you.

So you're sat in his lap for now.

---

"Can I please just shower? I smell like seawater and your sweat."

He's blushing.

"Now how are we going to do that?"

"I don't know! You need one, too! You stink."

Eyebrows furrowed, he frowns, a slight growl at his next exhale.

"Fine."

...

Back turned as he sits on the ledge of the tub, he huffs a breath as he hears you bathing behind him.

"How do I know you're not gonna drown yourself or something?"

Could sirens take you in any water? He didn't want to ask.

At his words, you pause. And then he feels your small hand slip between his calloused fingers.

You finish bathing this way.

He's silent the rest of the afternoon.

---

"Distract me."

It's a lucid moment for you. As the night draws near, you've gotten antsy. He's had to rest you in his lap again, hold you back periodically.

It's like you're hearing someone calling you in the silence.

It's eerie.

The others have left you alone, as if it's contagious or something.

"Hm? What'd'ya mean?"

"Please, Zoro."

And he'd do anything to stop this; can see you're suffering.

"The sun's about to set. Please. One more night, it's all I need to get through. I'm scared."

"...Okay."

You shift in his lap. He allows it.

"What do we do?"

Your eyes travel down to his lips then back up.

Oh.

Oh.

"I just need my mind elsewhere."

Your hands trail down his chest. His sharp inhale urges you on

"Mhm."

You slide your leg over, straddle him now.

"Just a small distraction."

"It's not small," is his response.

Your gaze flicks up again and he sees a hunger in you like he's never seen before.

"This alright?" He asks, his fingers grazing your hip.

"Mhm."

"And this?" Hands trail up your torso, lifting the hem of your shirt.

"Yes."

He pulls it off and tosses the shirt, then leans toward your neck.

"This, too?" His voice is low, the moment more intimate than ever.

All that time with you fussing around in his lap today, he's a bit worked up, though he won't admit it.

You needed some help, and he was there to give it.

He captures your lips in seconds, feels you arch toward him.

His hands trace up your back, dragging chill bumps with them.

"Get this damn thing off," he mutters against your lips, fingers fidgeting with the clasp of your bra.

In one fluid movement, the bra drops to the floor.

Without warning, you grind your hips, eliciting a moan from him.

He's hard.

He feels huge, you think.

The chemistry between you is palpable.

"Distraction, huh?" He mutters. "Okay." He shifts his weight, tackling you to the floor. Your back hits as you exhale sharply. Zoro takes in your topless form, strips off his shirt, then returns to hover his body over yours.

His greedy mouth traces across your skin, hesitating before twirling his tongue around your left nipple, a hand groping your right breast; just a pause before he continues down your torso

He snakes his fingers under the waistband of your pants, shoves them down and off. You catch a slight smirk before he drags his teeth over your skin, begins pulling your panties down with his mouth.

"A distraction, I can do," he speaks against your skin.

You raise your hips when he kisses between your legs; already so sensitive for him.

And Zoro eats you out like he's a starved man. He listens for every hitch of breath, every whispered prompt, every twitch of muscles until you're cumming all over his tongue.

He's straining against his pants, cock leaking as he anticipates what's next.

You look so satisfied, blissed out on the wood floor - glazed look different from the one he saw earlier.

Thumb still pressed against your clit, he gazes up at you.

"Think you're ready for me?"

Mouth agape, you almost look combative, so he starts rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

You're speechless - which is a feat, he thinks.

When he stands, you get a good view of his tented pants.

Towering over you, pointed gaze, you see his jaw clench.

"Up," he demands.

You feel exposed, sprawled out on the floor like this.

Without him touching you, that glazed look returns and he watches your attention snap to the ladder.

He grips your hand, pulls you from your daze. Zoro guides you to the bench seats.

"Bend," he commands.

You do without a second thought.

He enjoys that you obey.

Good.

When you hear him step out of his pants, you gaze behind you, desperate to catch a glimpse.

"What, are you worried?" He chuckles. "I'll take care of you."

He grabs a handful of your ass in one hand, smacks the other cheek with his other.

Fingers find your clit again, a whisper of a touch until he's burying his fingers inside of you.

You whimper, almost begging for something else.

"Settle down," he demands, voice monotone.

"Sorry," you whisper. "Just want you."

That humors him. "I know." He slips his fingers out, slides his cock between your folds. You moan at the sensation. "We've gotta keep you occupied all night, remember?"

He punctuates the sentence with a smooth thrust into you, the foreplay allowing you to take him really well. He's impressed.

When he's fully in you, he leans his head back and groans. His balls tighten at the sensation, but he takes a breath and starts a slow pace, making sure you feel every inch of him.

Holding onto the back of the bench seat, you roll your hips back against him.

And, fuck, if he isn't mesmerized by how you look together.

His grip on your hips tightens before he smacks your ass once, twice.

Bending himself over your back, he places his hands on top of yours and ruts harshly into you.

You feel protected, safe, treasured for the first time in a long time.

He's hitting a spot inside of you that's driving you crazy.

Zoro doesn't stop this pace until he feels you tightening around him. A low hum meets your ears, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"That's it. Make a mess of me."

You couldn't fight it if you tried.

You come with a moan of his name.

"My turn," Zoro grunts, plopping down in the bench seat, you two still connected. He lifts you with ease, making you rise and fall on his cock at the speed he desires.

Your head leans back against his shoulder so he nips at your neck. The deep thrusting makes him slow down, enjoy.

His hands wander, fondling your breasts as he fucks you.

You arch back, grab at his hair, try to catch his lips to kiss him.

He's silent, focused, taunting and teasing long gone which you can only assume means one thing.

"Where do you want to cum?" You ask.

A few soft huffed breaths leave him.

"What makes you think I'm close?"

You smile at this, rock back against him.

"Just a hunch."

When you yank his hair, he lets out a moan, purses his lips.

"You want to fill me, don't you?" You taunt. "Watch it drip out of me, so full of you..."

Your words seem to be doing something to him, though he remains silent.

He's letting you take the lead on the pace, though his hands grip your hips now, guiding you on.

Grinding back against him, you lace your fingers between his, move your hands between your legs, feel him there on your clit.

When your free hand, you lightly touch his balls as he fucks up into you.

A choked moan leaves him at the sensation.

"For fuck's sake," he scolds. "Gonna cum in you."

"In me, on my tits, up to you..." You laugh.

The thought of his cum dripping out of you - of someone catching you in this position right now - sends him over the edge.

He buries his face in your neck, pants out a moan as you feel him spilling inside of you.

You sigh, leaning back against him, and running your fingers through his hair.

"Gonna need that about five more times tonight, swordsman."

He chuckles. "Is that all?" He breathes deeply, content. "Bet ya can't keep up."

You're instantly up, turning to straddle him. Your hands trail over his abs, making his cock twitch to life again.

When your grip settles on his biceps, you catch his lips in a deep kiss.

"Try me."

---

The crew had agreed to sail through the night.

They'll assume Zoro's naps today are because he stayed up all night watching you.

Which...they're not wrong.

He watched you ride his cock.

He watched you pleasure yourself while he worked out.

He watched you get on your knees for him, swallow him down.

He watched you start to nod off in his arms as he fucked you for the fourth time.

"Knew you couldn't take it," he taunted, stroking his fingers down your cheek.

"Not sleeping, just enjoying," you insisted, but your voice was laced with exhaustion. "Almost sunrise."

He hummed. "Good excuse to get some alone time."

"At the mercy of a siren's song. Nice, Zoro..." You rolled your eyes.

"Not used to this, but it turns out, it's a great outlet between battles."

You laugh. "Odd. You're so odd."

"I could stop," he teases.

"You could not," you whine.

---

Sunrise.

You're sound asleep on the floor as Zoro finishes another workout.

He watches the light on the water, hears someone climbing up the ladder.

You're in his shirt, but Chopper doesn't say anything.

"How is she?" He whispers.

"She's fine," he assures with a yawn, does another rep. "I took good care of her."

"Good," Chopper nods, unaware of his meaning. "Those sirens can be nasty."

"Mhm. Real nasty."

"Let her sleep. I'll have Sanji bring you guys some food."

The cook would know immediately what happened here.

"I'll bring her down when she's ready. Tell Sanji he's on call."

With a nod, the doctor descends the ladder and Zoro watches you with tired eyes.

Hell of a night, that was for sure.

He checks your palms, the siren's mark fading as the sun comes in.

Gone like a dream, but what a dream it was.

[xanneeeyyyy]

“It’s Always Been You”

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Synopsis: A month before the ball, Y/N misheard Katsuki's conversation with the Bakusquad. With Kirishima urging him to confess, she left before hearing the full truth—assuming he liked someone else. That misunderstanding made her lose hope, unaware of Katsuki’s true feelings.

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The night of the ball had finally arrived, and you donned an elegant ball gown that made you feel like a true princess. The soft, flowing fabric shimmered in the dimly lit ballroom, and your heart raced with excitement and a touch of anxiety.

As the dance commenced, your friends and fellow students glided gracefully across the floor, lost in the rhythm of the music, their laughter and joy filling the air. You, however, remained seated at your table, watching the festivities unfold. It seemed that everyone had found a dance partner, except you.

Kirishima bumped Katsuki's shoulder, encouraging him to ask you to dance.

"Oi, Bakugo, don’t you think she looks too damn pretty to be sitting there all alone?"

Katsuki scowled. "Tch, not my problem."

Kirishima had noticed you sitting alone, a vision of grace and beauty in your gown, and felt it was a shame to see you left out.

"Come on, man. Just one dance. She's our friend and besides you—"

“SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR! IM GOING OKAY?!”

Katsuki couldn't ignore his friends' nudges any longer. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, he made his way toward you.

With an exasperated sigh, Katsuki rolled his eyes and stalked over to you.

“Oi! Dumbass," he grumbled, "you look like a complete waste just sitting here. Stand up and dance or something."

His words, while not the most eloquent, held a strange warmth to them. You smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude that he'd chosen to approach you. You glanced at him and shook your head with a small smile. "I'm fine, Bakugou. I don’t need someone to dance with me. It’s just a dance, anyway."

Katsuki scoffed. "Like hell, it’s 'just a dance.' You came here, didn’t you? So get up."

Before you could protest further, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but he steadied you. "Tch, quit making me force you. We’re friends, aren’t we? Just dance."

With a reluctant sigh, you let him lead you to the dance floor. Your hand trembled slightly in his, and he noticed. "The hell's your problem? You nervous or something?"

You bit your lip before answering softly, "I just... shouldn’t be the one dancing with you."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What? Why the hell not?"

You exhaled, glancing away. "Just because…I —I shouldn’t be here with you like this. It doesn’t feel right."

Katsuki was stunned into silence. He hadn’t expected that. He tightened his grip on your waist slightly, but he didn’t say anything, only continuing to guide you through the dance.

The enchanting melody of "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift filled the room, and you both started to move to the music. Your heart ached, knowing that this fleeting moment was just that—a fleeting moment.

As the two of you danced, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that magical moment. The song's lyrics resonated with the situation, making your heart race as the chorus echoed around you.

Minutes later, you finally spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "We can stop now." He knew something was off. "No. Something’s eating at you. Spill it."

"It’s nothing."

"Bullshit."

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes. "Why are you making this so hard for me?"

Katsuki’s jaw clenched. "Because I can tell when you're full of crap. Just tell me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him. "I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to ruin things. Because the moment I say it to you, it will ruin our friendship.” You lowered your head, not wanting him to see how your voice trembled, how the tears threatened to spill.

"But…it hurts. It hurts knowing that no matter what I do, I’ll never be the one you look that way." Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, forcing the words out before your courage failed you completely. "I love you, damn it. And I know it’s stupid, and I know it doesn’t change anything, but I do. And I hate myself for it."

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides, trying to keep yourself together, but the pain was too much. You exhaled shakily and forced a weak smile, though it did nothing to hide the anguish in your eyes.

"I want to be by your side, to become stronger and fight alongside you, to support you until the day you become the number one hero."

The weight of your confession hung between you both, suffocating, inescapable. The silence that followed was unbearable, and you felt your chest tighten as you realized what you had just done.

You turned away, your vision blurred. "Thank you for dancing with me. At least I got to have this moment with you."

“Uhm… I'll go now."

As you turned to walk away, the song's lyrics played in the background,

Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you

Tears slipped down your cheeks, the words cutting through you like a knife. You took slow steps toward the ballroom’s exit, feeling the weight of every emotion pressing down on your shoulders.

But then—

“Bakugou, what the hell?!”

A loud gasp echoed through the ballroom, followed by hushed murmurs and wide-eyed stares. You barely had time to process what was happening before a strong hand grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

Katsuki stood in front of you, his crimson eyes burning with intensity.

"You fucking idiot…” His voice was rough, filled with an emotion you had never heard from him before.

He exhaled sharply, as if he was done fighting something within himself.

"It's you."

And then, before you could even respond, he yanked you closer and crashed his lips against yours.

The entire ballroom fell into stunned silence. Your classmates watched, gaping in pure disbelief. For a moment, no one dared to make a sound.

You could hear whispers, excited murmurs passing through the crowd. Some of your friends covered their mouths in shock, while others exchanged knowing smiles. Even Kaminari and Sero elbowed each other, grinning, as Mina’s eyes practically sparkled.

Kirishima let out a quiet chuckle. "About damn time," he muttered.

And then, slowly, the shock gave way to silent cheers. Smiles of approval spread across the faces of your classmates. They had been waiting for this—rooting for this.

When the kiss finally broke, Katsuki rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. "I've been an idiot," he admitted, his voice low and filled with emotion. "I never realized how much you mean to me until this very moment."

Tears glistened in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. He smiled—softly, genuinely. A sight so rare that it left your classmates stunned.

"I was blind to my own feelings, but not anymore. From this night forward, you’re mine—today, tomorrow, and for every damn day after. And I’ll make sure everyone knows it."

Hand in hand, you both returned to the dance floor. The way he held you now felt different—more intimate, more certain. This wasn’t just a dance. It was the beginning of something real.

As the song’s final notes played, He leaned in and whispered, "I love you too, more than I can put into words. I want you by my side, now and always."

Your heart swelled with happiness. You cupped his face and kissed him again—gentler this time, filled with warmth and quiet promises of forever. The ball continued around you, but in that moment, it felt like the entire universe had conspired to bring the two of you together. You were no longer alone. Your love story had just begun, set against the backdrop of a world filled with heroes and dreams.

As the night wore on, you and Katsuki danced, laughed, and cherished every moment. It was a night you would both remember forever—the night you confessed your love and found happiness in each other's arms.

And as you twirled together, surrounded by the shimmering lights of the ballroom, Katsuki suddenly pulled you closer, his voice low and questioning.

"Oi, princess. Just wanna ask, why the hell did you think I liked someone else?"

You blushed at the new nickname he gave you, hesitating for a moment before letting out a small sigh. There was no point in hiding it now.

"A month ago, I overheard you talking to Kirishima and the others," you admitted, biting your lip. "But… I didn’t stay to hear the whole thing. I just left that day."

Katsuki blinked, then groaned. "You… you really are a fucking dumbass."

You pouted. "Hey—!"

He flicked your forehead lightly. "I was talking about you, idiot. I just didn’t realize it then."

Your eyes widened. "Me—?"

He smirked. "Tch. Yeah. But I do now."

And with that, he pulled you in for another kiss—because now, he wasn’t holding anything back.

And this time, you knew.

You had always been the one he looked at.

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This was just a quick story that’s been looping in my mind, and I had to put it into words. Apologies for any grammatical errors—hope you enjoy it! 💟 also wanna know your thoughts after reading it hihi ✨

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[starset21]

Miss Possessive

Did I just write a Lando fic? Yes, yes I did. Based slightly of Tate McRae's song Miss Possessive.

Standard disclaimer: I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may currently be found is on tumblr.

She watched as Lando leaned casually against the bar, his laugh ringing out over the crowd. It was one of those nights where everything seemed perfect—the city lights casting a warm glow, the music pulsing through the air, and Lando, always the center of attention, smiling like he had no care in the world. They’d been friends for months, the kind of friendship where you know each other’s quirks, jokes, and dreams, but somewhere along the way, something shifted. Maybe it was the way he looked at her when they joked around or the soft touches when he’d reassure her after a bad day. She wasn’t sure when, but she knew she fell for him. Hard. And watching him now, her heart squeezed a little tighter.

A model—tall, gorgeous, and all curves—was eyeing him from across the room, the corners of her red lips curling into an inviting smile. She tossed her hair back, making sure her gaze lingered a little too long on him. She could feel her stomach tighten as she approached him, her steps slow and calculated. “Lando,” she purred, her voice smooth like velvet. “It’s so nice to see you out tonight.” She made note of the way Lando smiled at her—polite, distant, but still… he didn’t push her away. He was too polite, too kind to be rude. Her fingers tightened around her glass, and she felt a cold surge of jealousy wash over her. She had never realized how possessive she could feel. The model leaned closer, laughing at something he said, her fingers brushing his arm lightly. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of frustration.

What was she supposed to do with this feeling? She’d always been the quiet one, the one who didn’t make scenes. But tonight, she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t let her think she had any chance. Without even realizing it, she stood up, walking over to them. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. “Hey, Lando,” she said, her voice a little sharper than usual. His head snapped toward her, a flash of relief crossing his face when he saw her. “Can I steal you away from the her for a moment,” she asked. Lando’s smile softened, and he excused himself from the model, his eyes flickering to her with curiosity.

The model, clearly irritated, gave him a final glance before turning away, leaving them standing there. “I thought you were going to let me have a little fun tonight,” Lando teased as she grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the crowd. “She was undressing you with her eyes. And I don’t share,” she replied boldly but quietly, not looking him in the eye, the possessiveness bubbling up inside was unmistakable. She could feel the heat of the crowded bar pressing in on her, the chatter around them growing louder as people danced and laughed. But all she could focus on was Lando—his tousled hair, the glint of mischief in his eyes, and the lingering warmth of his hand as she held onto it a little too tightly.

As they moved away, the crowd seemed to part, and she couldn’t help but notice how many eyes followed him. He had this effortless charm, the kind of charisma that made people flock to him without even trying. She hated that, but she also loved it, too. For a moment, Lando didn’t say anything. He just followed her until he deemed the area of the club good enough and stopped, forcing her to look at him. His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I never thought you’d be the jealous type,” Lando chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Maybe I’m not,” she muttered, glancing up at him. “But I think I am when it comes to you.” His expression softened, and there was something in his eyes—a tenderness, an understanding. “Well, lucky for you,” he said with a smirk, “I don’t plan on sharing either.” 

She felt the words settle between them, the vulnerability in both of them suddenly palpable. She took in a shaky breath, unsure of how to respond, but in that moment, everything felt clearer. Lando smiled, a gentle, reassuring grin, and it made her heart flutter, as if the world had shifted to just the two of them. "You're mine, didn’t you know?" he said with a teasing smirk, but his eyes were softer, his tone different—more serious than it had ever been before. She blinked, her breath catching in her throat. “I think I’m okay with that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando leaned in, his face inches from hers, and for a split second, everything around them seemed to fade. The music, the crowd, even the tension—it all vanished. He leaned in just enough to brush his lips against hers, a quick kiss, the simple gesture sending a wave of warmth through her chest. "You don't have to fight for me, you know," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead next as he pulled back just slightly to meet her gaze. "I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

[yungistiny]

camgirl ═ chapter six

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter six: girlfriend

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summary: mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create

warning: emo mingi, stoner mingi, switch mingi, switch reader, mingi is hung, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, masturbation, rough sex, degradation, size kink, spitting, deep throating, possessive mingi/reader, public sex

pairing: mingi x afab/reader

genre: smut, angst, drama, romance

word count: 3k

chapter five

chapter seven coming soon

masterlist

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Y/N had never been edged before. Not like this. She had no idea how long Mingi had been teasing her, getting her to the premise of her orgasm ready to shake her core and then stop. It felt endless.

It’s what the viewers wanted and they were at over 11,000.

“Mi….” Y/N couldn’t barely catch her breath, completely worn out at this point, she just wanted to cum and then sleep. “Mingi….. I can’t….” He had her at the edge again, his dick in his hand, rubbing his length against her poor, aching clit.

She really couldn’t. She was so overstimulated she could cry, she was a little. Mingi turned his gaze towards the camera pointed perfectly at them and then let his eyes fall onto y/n laptop on the bed, the stream on display, comments flooding in so quickly you couldn’t read them.

The sight of himself between y/n splayed legs, her face flushed, sheen of sweat covering her from exertion looked fucking perfect. Mingi felt a possessive hand clench around him, his conscious telling him to make sure everyone knows she’s his.

Y/N was so overstimulated that her orgasm crashed through her as soon as Mingi sank his entire length into her, walls grasping his dick so tight, so warm, Mingi enveloped her. He was flushed against her, one arm under her head, the other pinning one of her arms above them, fingers intertwined together.

Y/N other hand was tangled in his hair as she was a mess under him. Her orgasm hit her so hard, so intense, she barely had time to register it before Mingi’s deep, slow, strokes had her on the edge again.

Y/N second orgasm pulled Mingi with her. Both coming at the same time, moans, whimpers and cries all mixed together. Her pussy was full with Mingi’s cum and his dick still buried balls deep, was moving again.

How he was still going, thrusting again, chasing another orgasm, y/n had no idea but after finally getting to climax herself after all the edging, she let him drag her with him.

Mingi, stream forgotten the second he finally buried himself in her, was whimpering as he felt his stomach tighten, his dick twitching and then he was coming again, face buried into the crook of y/n neck to muffle his cries when she too came again.

Their shaky breaths echoed together in the otherwise quiet room, y/n gasping when Mingi moved just enough to pull his dick out of her, their mixed juices leaking from her and staining the sheets.

11,000 plus strangers watching the stream. All of them unknowingly witnessing as both Mingi and y/n came to a realization, refusing to voice it allowed.

They might be in love with each other.

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Mingi had just finished getting dressed when his phone alarmed him of a new text.

💗: I’m here

He rolled the sleeves of the light blue button up shirt he had on up to his elbows, his beaded bracelets displayed on his wrists. “San, come on!”

San emerged from his own bedroom, pulling a black blazer on over the simple black shirt he had on. They were going to Mingi’s parents anniversary party.

Y/N drummed her fingers along the steering wheel of her car, the heat from the vents keeping her warm from the chill outside. It was October so the weather was starting to grow much cooler.

She shocked herself when she agreed to go with Mingi to his parent’s anniversary party. It would be the first time, other than when she had surprised him at his party weeks back, that the two of them would be together around others.

A lot has changed since that night at Mingi’s party though.

Y/N got out of the car when she saw Mingi and San. “You’re driving.” She sent Mingi one of those smiles that always got her anything she wanted, walking around her car and getting in the passenger seat.

Mingi stared at the new black camaro, he’d never driven a car that nice before. He just knew his brother was gonna take one look at y/n in that dress, a black one that ended mid thigh, long sleeves with a neckline that plunged a little to show just enough cleavage, that and her car, and Mingi would be accused of using her.

He wasn’t. He’d make sure everyone knew that.

Mingi could feel her eyes on him, San oblivious as he told y/n about how it was to work with 5 year olds all day. She had been curious what it was like for San being a kindergarten teacher but one look glance at Mingi in the driver’s seat distracted her.

He had one hand on the wheel, the other gripped the grab handle, elbow resting against the window. His glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of his nose and his new hair looked so damn good. Mingi had gotten it trimmed shorter than it already was and had it bleached blonde now, the pink fully gone.

San was still talking, none the wiser, his gaze on the scenery passing them, as Mingi switched hands on the wheel, his right finding it’s way across the console to rest on y/n thigh.

His fingers flexed against her exposed skin, y/n reaching to intertwine her own hand with his, leaving them to rest against her.

Y/N got lost in her thoughts the rest of the ride. She had been doing that a lot lately since realizing she might be in love with her new….. partner? She wasn’t sure what to call Mingi.

She did know that her sudden onslaught over overwhelming feelings towards him was giving her anxiety. The last relationship she had been in broke her. Her ex had been an abusive, cheating piece of shit and it took a long time for y/n to heal from it.

She hasn’t been with anyone, other than sex, that intimate since. Until Mingi. Until Wooyoung sent him crashing into her life and making her fall again.

It crossed her mind, that maybe Mingi was just using her. He got sex. He got paid. Any other guy would jump at that opportunity with no strings attached. But the strings had gotten attached. Really attached.

Mingi’s family restaurant was reserved solely for his parent’s anniversary party. He was nervous, he’d never brought anyone to meet his family before.

“Mingi, you’re gripping a little tight.” Y/N gave him an amused smile as she allowed him to lead her into the restaurant, his hand that interlocked with her own indeed was gripping a little too tightly. “Sorry.”

Maybe this was a bad idea? He could always usher y/n and San back to the car and leave but then his mom would kill him. “Dude,” San bumped his shoulder with his own. “relax.”

There wasn’t too many people there, enough to crowd though and y/n made sure to not let go of Mingi’s hand, her smaller frame between him and San.

“I tried calling you.”

Mingi stumbled back when his dad was suddenly in front of them. “Your mother invited Nari.” His dad turned to look down at y/n beside him.

“Who’s Nari?”

Y/N had their attention on her, all three of them. San excused himself to go find a drink. “Son, you’re not going to introduce us?”

Mingi was thankful his dad changed the subject. “Dad, Y/N,”

he hesitated….. the words suddenly stuck on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what to say, what to call y/n, how to introduce her.

Then, the words left him without thinking, his dad smiling at y/n, a genuine smile that looked so much like Mingi’s own, and y/n blinked, arching a brow at him. “my girlfriend.”

The statement hung in the air, Mingi wasn’t lying this time. He was done pretending like that’s not what y/n was. Like that’s not what he wanted.

Y/N felt her heart speed up, a little flutter? “my girlfriend” He said it so sure of himself. Like it was just natural to call her his girlfriend. The first time he said it, Mingi was just trying to shut her stepmother up.

This was different. Mingi’s hand squeezed her own before pulling his free so he could wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side.

“I think you’re the first person my son has ever brought around the family.” Mingi’s dad was teasing, that same crooked grin as his son’s.

“Dad…” Mingi groaned, face red now. Y/N didn’t have to know that! “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Song.” Y/N had on that real smile of hers, one that Mingi had fought hard not to fall in love with.

“How did you two meet?” Mingi’s dad asked curiously which resulted in Mingi’s eyes widening, gulping, arm tightening around y/n waist who lied straight through her teeth, well, not all of it was a lie. “Our friend Wooyoung.” She giggled, placing a hand on Mingi’s chest. “I swear he thinks he’s Cupid.”

Mingi just smiled, playing along to the little white lie. “My son!” His mother was rushing to him, y/n almost tumbling down from the way his mother engulfed Mingi into a hug.

Y/N was thankful for Mr. Song’s quick reflexes or else she’d be sprawled on the floor. She bit her tongue, Mingi having already warned her about his mother. She had rolled her eyes, boy moms.

“Look who’s here!”

Y/N eyed the other woman beside Mingi’s mother with clear disdain, obvious by the glare of her eyes and the way she had folded her arms across her chest.

“Nari is back home from abroad! I told her the two of you would have a lot to catch up on.” Mingi’s mom was practically giddy, smiling between Mingi and Nari, she was taller than y/n, pin straight dark brown hair, pale and a smug little smile that y/n wanted to punch.

Was she an ex girlfriend?

“Would you like a drink?” Mr. Song could sense the tension pouring off his son’s girlfriend in waves. If looks could kill like they used to say, the anniversary party would turn into a wake.

Y/N wasn’t ignoring him but, no, she didn’t want a drink! She wanted to know who the fuck Nari was. Mingi, she noticed, looked annoyed at Nari’s presence which only fueled the thought of her being an ex.

Was she jealous? Y/N bristled at the thought. Jealous of what? Of Nari? It wasn’t Nari that could make the tall 6ft emo boy fall to his knees and beg to be fucked. It wasn’t Nari that Mingi liked to call mine.

“Mom,” Mingi reached for y/n, his hand gripping gently against her arm, pulling her back to his side. “This is y/n, my girlfriend.” This was the second time he called her his girlfriend and meant it. No trace of hesitation.

The smile left Mrs. Song’s face, a judging pair of eyes that looked just like Mingi’s stared at y/n. She needed a drink, maybe she could sneak off and find San? Where Mr. Song was very welcoming, his wife was the opposite. Fucking boy moms.

“I’m gonna go find San,” y/n gave Mrs. Song the most sickly sweet smile she could. “Mrs. Song, it’s so nice to meet you.” She spotted San where he was talking to some other guy across the dining area. “Happy anniversary!”

“Y/N..” Mingi’s voice held a warning tone to it, as if telling her to not run off, to stay beside him, but she ignored him. Her shoulders relaxed as she approached San.

“Y/N,” San smiled at her, the glass of wine in his hand gesturing towards the other guy who y/n could only presume was Mingi’s older brother. He had their father’s eyes but their mother’s face, giving him that same nose as Mingi but he was certainly shorter, maybe an inch taller than San. “This is Mingi’s brother.”

“You’re my brother’s girlfriend San was telling me about?” Mingi’s brother also had that crooked grin. “My little brother had never brought anyone home before…” he also had that same wandering gaze as Mingi did. “the hell do you see in that big tall idiot anyways?”

Y/N didn’t answer his joking question but instead asked a question of her own. “Who’s Nari?”

San’s dimples poked out as he covered a hand across his mouth to conceal the laughter now escaping him. Mingi’s brother was laughing too. “Mrs. Song has been trying to get them married forever.”

“My brother sleeps with her one time and she thinks they’re soulmates.”

Y/N jaw clenched at Mingi’s brother, his words like a punch. “Don’t forget New Years.” San added, not thinking before speaking, he’d blame it on the alcohol in his system.

It’s not that she’s jealous. No. But….. Mingi was hers. He told her so, given he was balls deep inside her at the time, but he told her nonetheless. Y/N needed a drink. “Excuse me.” She grabbed two glasses of wine from a tray going by them with a waiter.

San watched her chug the first glass, lips smacking when she finished. The second one was gone just as fast and y/n blinked as the alcohol rushed through her system. “Thank you.” She smiled at another waiter who came by, taking her empty glasses and handing her another full one.

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Mingi couldn’t find y/n anywhere. After listening to his mother berate him about his girlfriend, demanding to know who she was, what she did, was she not freezing in the dress she chose to wear? He had to finally excuse himself, before he said something his mother wouldn’t like.

“San, where’s y/n?” Mingi was growing agitated, he could feel Nari watching him, trying his best to ignore her. It’s not like he hated her or something, hated the way his mother had been trying to make him date and marry her since he was 15 years old, that he hated, but Nari certainly knew how to annoy him.

He was 17 the first time they had sex, losing their virginity together, Mingi saw it as just that, two forced friends by the fact that their mother’s were friends, ripping that virginity bandaid off. Nari grew a little obsessed with him.

The second time Mingi slept with her, New Years, he was drunk, high and honestly forgot the majority of it. Nari told his mom they were dating. Mingi had to clear that lie up real quick and he hadn’t seen her since.

“She went towards the restrooms a few minutes ago.” San grabbed his arm before he could go look. “She’s a little drunk I think….”

Great. Mingi moved through the small crowd, searching the restrooms for y/n but not finding her. He moved on to the back, where the small lounge and his dad’s office was.

She was in the lounge, a bottle of water grasped in her hand, drinking it as if she had grown dehydrated. The light was off, the window high up on the wall in the far side of the room casting a glow from the outside.

“Why did you just run off?” His voice caused her to jump, water dribbling down her chin. “You scared me!” Y/N glared at him, sitting the water on the counter behind her.

“Did I do something?” Mingi was in front of her now, keeping a small distance. “Was it because I said you were my girlfriend?”

Y/N knew she was a little drunk because she suddenly had no control over what she was saying, her emotions taking over for her. “Is that what you want? For me to be your girlfriend? Because if you do….”

She found herself backed up against the wall between the counter and a worn old pleather chair. The glare from the lighting of the outside pole lamp, casting them in a small glow through the window. “that means you’re my boyfriend…”

Her breath hitched when Mingi caged her in with his arms, forehead leaning down to rest against her own, eyes never breaking contact. “mine. Only mine.” Maybe she was a little possessive.

Mingi smiled at her, a real smile, one that showed his pretty teeth and reached his eyes before turning that smile into a smirk. “Only yours.” He promised.

Their lips met and it was like a shift, they hadn’t exactly admitted any feelings or anything, but they could feel it. Their kiss less hungry, more passionate.

Mingi lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his waist, breaking the kiss wanting to just leave and take her in her car. “Someone’s gonna walk in.” It was a 50/50 chance, no one was this far back in the restaurant but that didn’t mean someone wouldn’t stumble there eventually.

Y/N raised a brow at him in challenge, teasing him. “You fuck me in front of thousands of strangers every week and you’re worried about someone walking in?”

And someone did walk in. Just as Mingi was moaning into the crook of y/n neck, dick deep inside her, y/n legs wrapped around his waist, dress pushed up to her stomach, Mingi’s pants around his ankles.

Y/N wrapped her arm around his shoulders, the other reaching to grip her hand at his short hair, eyes opening and gaze meeting Nari’s shocked one.

Y/N smirked over Mingi’s shoulder, his thrust, his body, everything about him, all hers. A smirk full of smug possessiveness.

Mingi was hers and now Nari was certainly aware of that fact.

While Nari was still frozen at the doorway, y/n moaned, voice loud enough the other woman could hear. “Come on, baby,” she could feel her orgasm ready to burst. “I want my boyfriend to fill me up.”

And that did it. Both Mingi and y/n came at the same time, Nari snapping out of her shock and running back up front, past San who was looking for his friends.

San followed the way she had ran from and cleared his throat at the sight of Mingi pulling his pants up and y/n fixing her dress.

“You couldn’t make it to the car?”

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Part 2 of this

The stadium lights still burned bright, illuminating the field where Blue Lock had just secured their victory. The deafening cheers of the crowd were fading now, replaced by the quieter hum of players and staff moving through the tunnels.

You barely noticed any of it.

Your grip on your jacket tightened as you made your way through the stadium halls, heart pounding against your ribs. You should’ve been excited—Blue Lock had won, and it had been an incredible match. But all you could think about was him.

Rin

You hadn’t seen him in so long, not since that night in the park when he had walked away from you like you hadn’t meant a thing. And now, after all this time, you were finally going to face him again.

But the anger in your chest burned just as much as the longing.

He had left. Pushed you away. Made you feel like you were the only one who cared. And if he thought you were just going to pretend none of that happened—

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

You snapped your head up, startled from your thoughts.

Chigiri leaned casually against the tunnel wall, arms crossed, that knowing smirk already tugging at his lips. His pink hair was damp with sweat, strands sticking to his face, but his sharp red eyes gleamed with amusement.

You had met Chigiri in the hospital when you got injured from soccer. He was the only one your age so you guys naturally bonded. You didn’t expect the next time you’d see him would be here though

“You really are full of surprises, huh?” he teased.

You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s been a while,huh.”

Chigiri chuckled. “Right! Glad to see you’re doing well.”

You gave him a smile. “Yeah you too.”

Then, his smile softened slightly. “But seriously… what are you doing here, Y/n?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the hem of your sleeve. “Remember those brothers I was really close with and told you about….”

Chigiri raised an eyebrow. “Hmm” he thought out loud “I do recall that yes”

“Well one happens to be Sae itoshi,he’s how I got a ticket..”

Chigiris eyes widen “no way?! I would’ve never guessed that! Why’d you never tell me?”

You just shrugged”didn’t think it was worth mentioning”

Chigiri hummed, tilting his head. “Fair..” he suddenly starts eyeing you”And let me guess… Sae’s not the one you really wanted to see.”

Your breath hitched.

Before you could respond, you felt it.

That familiar presence.

The air around them shifted, the tunnel growing quieter, heavier. You didn’t need to turn around to know who was standing there.

Slowly, you turned your head.

And there he was.

Rin Itoshi stood just a few feet away, his sharp blue-green eyes locked onto yours. His uniform was slightly wrinkled, his hair messier than usual, strands falling into his face. He looked the same, yet different—sharper, older, the weight of Blue Lock’s intensity pressing into his posture.

But his expression was unreadable.

You felt your stomach twist.

The memories of that day months ago in the park were all coming back and suddenly you started to regret your decision coming here

Rin's voice cut through the space between them, low and cold. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the sharpness of his tone. "Excuse me?"

Rin's gaze darkened. "I said, what are you doing here?" His eyes flickered toward Chigiri again, his jaw tightening. "And why are you with him?"

Chigiri raised his hands up “relax dude, we met at the same hospital when I tore my ACL, but I’m going to give you guys some privacy” and with that chigiri gives you a small smile and a nod before leaving.

The silence after was deafening. Rin was staring you down and you were struggling to face him.

“Sae offered me a ticket” you said abruptly cutting the silence.

That did it.

Rin's expression twisted, something sharp flashing across his face. "Of course he did."

You frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" You say finally looking up at him

Rin scoffed, looking away for a brief moment before meeting her gaze again. "So that's why you're here? Because Sae wanted you to be?"

You felt frustration bubbling up in your chest.

"No, Rin. I wanted to be here. Why does that bother you so much?"

Rin clenched his jaw, his fingers curling at his sides. "Because it's always him," he muttered under his breath.

Your heart twisted.

So that was it.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head.

"You're unbelievable."

Rin snapped his gaze back to you. "What?"

"You think this is about Sae?" You asked, voice rising. "You think I came here just because of him?"

Rin stayed silent, but his expression remained tense.

You took another step forward, your voice softer now. "I came here because of you, Rin."

His breath hitched—just barely, but you saw it.

"I wanted to see you,I rejected Sae’s offer at first but he promised me that chance of seeing you and I couldn’t risk not taking that offer" you continued, your voice steady despite the storm in your chest.

Rin's fingers twitched. He swallowed hard, his expression unreadable.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept that”

Something in his expression tightened. “You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand,” you shot back. “Because all I know is that one day we were fine, and the next, you decided I didn’t matter anymore.”

Rin’s jaw clenched. He turned his head slightly, his gaze dark. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then tell me how it was,” you challenged, stepping even closer. “Because I spent so long trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

He stayed silent.

Your chest ached as you looked at him. He was right in front of you, yet it still felt like he was miles away.

“I missed you, Rin.” You voice wavered, but you didn’t care. “And I hate that. I hate that you left, that you shut me out, that even now you won’t just talk to me.”

Rin stared at you, his fingers curling into fists. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

You sighed, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just—just let me know if I was ever important to you.”

Another beat of silence.

And then—

“…Of course you were.”

Your breath hitched.

Rin’s voice was quieter now, more raw. He looked away, his shoulders stiff, but the tension in his face cracked. “You were everything.”

You felt your chest tighten.

“Then why did you shut me out ?” You whispered.

Rin exhaled, running a hand down his face. “Because I thought I had to.”

His voice was quiet, but the weight of his words pressed into you like a punch to the gut.

You swallowed hard, studying his face. “And now?”

Rin finally looked at you again. And this time, there was nothing guarded in his eyes. No anger, no coldness. Just something raw, something aching.

“…Now I don’t know how to fix it,” he admitted.

You inhaled sharply.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with everything unsaid, everything they had held back for so long.

Then, slowly, you reached out.

Your fingers brushed against his hand—hesitant, unsure.

Rin stiffened, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, after a long, tense pause, he turned his hand over, letting his fingers intertwine with yours.

You felt your heart stutter.

It was small, barely anything. But in that moment, it was enough.

You squeezed his hand gently. “Then let’s figure it out together.”

Rin held your gaze for a long time.

And finally—he gave the faintest nod.

“…Okay.”

You exhaled, relief washing over you.

“You’re such an idiot you know” you say without any real bite to it looking into his eyes

Rin let’s out a small chuckle while closing the distance between you two giving you a soft but sweet peck

It wasn’t everything. It wasn’t a perfect fix.

You knew he’d be in here for a while and who knows if things will be okay again.

But it was a start.

A/n: Kinda long but I hope this is good enough I kept changing the ending lol ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ also pls send requests!!

[sturniololuvz]

a fic where 15 year old sister is having nightmares every time she sleeps but she is embarrassed about it since she thinks it’s babyish. she doesn’t tell the boys and after over a week of not sleeping she faints infront of the triplets and when she wakes up she finally tells them while crying

😞🙁okayyy

“You Should’ve Told Us”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : crying, nightmares, fainting

Y/N hadn’t slept in over a week.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true—she had tried to sleep. But every time she closed her eyes, the nightmares came. Every single night. And they weren’t just bad dreams. They were the kind that left her gasping awake, heart racing, drenched in sweat, too scared to go back to sleep.

She didn’t know why it was happening. And she didn’t tell anyone.

It was embarrassing. She was fifteen, not five. Who still got nightmares at her age?

So she kept it to herself. She forced herself to stay awake, downing energy drinks, blasting music in her headphones, keeping the lights on in her room. Anything to avoid closing her eyes.

But after over a week of this, it was starting to catch up to her.

She felt horrible—exhausted, dizzy, constantly nauseous. Her body felt weak. Her brothers had noticed she was acting off, but she brushed it off every time they asked.

She figured she could handle it.

Until she couldn’t.

They were in the living room, all four of them. The triplets were in the middle of a conversation, laughing about something stupid, while Y/N sat curled up in the corner of the couch, barely listening.

Her head was pounding.

Her body felt too heavy.

Everything sounded far away.

Then, suddenly—her vision blurred. The room tilted.

And then—

Black.

The next thing she knew, she was waking up on the floor.

“Y/N? Y/N, wake up!”

Her eyes fluttered open to see three panicked faces hovering over her.

Chris, Nick, and Matt.

Matt had her head in his lap, his hands gently tapping her face. Chris looked like he had seen a ghost. Nick was next to them, looking beyond freaked out.

“Yo, what the hell just happened?” Chris asked, his voice shaking.

Y/N blinked, her brain still foggy. “…I dunno.”

Matt’s jaw clenched. “You fainted, dude.”

Chris ran a hand through his hair. “Why didn’t you say you weren’t feeling good?”

Y/N tried to sit up, but Matt stopped her. “No. Stay there for a second.”

Nick frowned. “When’s the last time you actually slept?”

That question made her throat tighten.

Chris’s eyes widened. “Wait. Have you not been sleeping?”

She stayed silent.

Nick’s voice softened. “Y/N…”

That’s when it all hit at once—the exhaustion, the fear, the overwhelming feeling she had been ignoring for days.

Her eyes filled with tears.

Matt immediately noticed. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

And just like that, she broke.

“I keep having nightmares,” she admitted in a shaky whisper. “Every time I fall asleep. And I—I know it’s stupid, but I didn’t want to say anything because it’s so embarrassing, and I just—”

She couldn’t finish, because the sobs took over.

Chris’s heart shattered. “Oh, Y/N…”

Matt tightened his grip on her, gently rubbing her back as she cried. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?”

“Because it’s babyish!” she choked out.

Nick shook his head. “No, it’s not.”

Chris scooted closer, his voice firm but gentle. “Dude, we would’ve helped you. You didn’t have to deal with this alone.”

Y/N sniffled. “I didn’t wanna be annoying.”

Matt frowned. “Annoying? You’re our sister. We literally love you. You could’ve woken any of us up.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah, dude. We would’ve stayed up with you. No question.”

Chris sighed, pulling her into a hug. “Don’t do that again, okay? If something’s wrong, you tell us.”

Y/N buried her face in his shoulder, nodding. “Okay.”

Matt kissed the top of her head. “C’mon. You’re sleeping in our room tonight.”

Chris grinned. “We’ll watch a movie till you pass out.”

Nick smirked. “And if you have another nightmare, we’ll just wake you up and start another one.”

Y/N let out a watery laugh.

And for the first time in over a week, she felt safe.

[wrtzia]

𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 - 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝟷

𝔍𝔍𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔵 𝔎𝔬𝔬𝔨!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

⁻ ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ ; After a toxic ex tries to get her back, the reader convinces JJ to have a fake relationship, only to keep her ex away for a night. That's what it starts at, for just a night. But then her ex is at every single party, then on social media, and finally it's not fake anymore.

Warning ; mention of toxic relationship, fake dating, small fight, anxiety,

Main masterlist

You were asleep when your phone buzzed, signaling a message. Your eyes scanned the screen and immediately, your chest tightened at the sight of the name on the screen. The last thing you had expected was that ; a text coming from your ex.

If it was just a normal ex with a normal story, you probably wouldn't have minded, but the story behind all of that was darker than that, immediately causing you to send a text to your bestfriend.

user_me ; JJ, I need your help

And immediately, even though it was so late at night, you got an answer, the boy growing curious as to what his dear best friend needed so late, imagining the worst. And he wasn't wrong.

Your fingers were shaking as you tapped out a response to JJ, showing him the text from your ex. You stared at the words for a long moment, your mind racing. Then, an idea clicked—a plan—and you knew what you had to do to stop Aaron from coming after you. You needed to make him believe you had moved on. And that’s when it hit you.

The two of you needed to date. And without a second thought, that's exactly what you told JJ.

jj ; What ?

user_me ; If we're dating, he will leave me alone. Just for tonight. Please

Convincing the boy was pretty hard, thinking your idea was crazy, but eventually, as he noticed your determination and how much it mattered to you, he accepted.

And that's how the two of you ended there, standing together at the midsummer party. JJ didn't fit in, the awkwardness showing on his face. He always hated Kook, kook parties even more. And nonetheless, here he was, standing in a bunch of them, you by his side.

Compared to you, the way he was dressed was ridiculous. You were wearing a long green emerald dress, your shoulder showing and a necklace decorating the cleavage of your dress. Your wrists were both honored with bracelets, each having a different story. Him, he was simply wearing a costume, one not so fancy with a bow tie. It was slightly messy, clearly had already been worn before.  Around everyone dressed so nicely and fancy, he sure looked basic.

The blond beside you was looking around, trying to find the one boy who made your life hell. His eyes landed on him, Aaron, hanging near the bar. Almost as a reflex, his arm snatched around your waist, bringing you closer, "he's here."

And you nodded, Aaron's presence being the first thing you had noticed here, the way he was walking as if he was the best person on this island. As if he was a good person.

JJ noticed how you seemed lost in your thoughts, his eyebrows furrowing when he realized what you were staring at. "Hey, you're safe with me. Let's just enjoy the night." his eyes scanned the different people here, all kooks except for the waiters. "..Or try to enjoy it.."

A slight giggle escaped your lips, finding the way he was so uneasy near Kooks amusing. "oh yeah, spending the night with Kooks is such a nightmareeee." at your words, JJ rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. He didn't have the time to answer before a pair of black hair interrupted you two, saying your name in a voice you knew too well.

"It's been a while," he tried to grab your hand, causing you to hide it behind your back, the second one finding room in JJ's calloused hand, "I sent you a text, you didn't get it ?"

"She did, just didn't want to answer you."

Aaron's head snapped towards JJ, anger immediately filling him when he saw the blond, the one who helped you get away from him. "You. What are you doing here ? You're just a poor dude."

You felt his grip on your hand going tighter, causing your thumb to rub the back of it. You probably should but you were incapable of talking to him, your mouth so dry from anxiety, not letting a word leave.

Just like he could sense it, JJ gave you a reassuring look, letting you know he would take care of it, not afraid of protecting you. "Like ya can see, we're dating. I'm her date tonight."

It's like his eyes' color changed, his expression darkening even more and his hands going into fists at his side. Suddenly, you felt as if he was about to kick or scream at you. You felt as if he had power over you again, just like when you used to date, just like when he used to lay hands on you.

"Dating ? Why would she date a piece of shit like you ?"

And your best friend shrugged, "Well, she dated you. Next to you I'm an angel."

You barely had time to blink before Aaron's fist was in JJ's face, the boy's head snapping to the side, his hand finding his now red cheek. With a last insult thrown towards JJ, the black haired boy left, making you reach for your best friend. "Are you okay ??"

"...Yea, yea don't worry. I survived worst than a dumb punch."

Your eyes softened, guilty taking place inside of you. A part of you wanted to stay here, loving to see the jealousy in your ex's eyes, the anger every time he looked at JJ. But the second part of you just wanted to take care of your best friend, to bring him home and make sure he's okay.

Sensing Aaron was still staring, you put a chaste kiss on JJ's cheek, your cheeks slightly turning pink and your heart beating just a bit faster, the boy's eyes widening before you whispered in his ear. "Fake dating, remember."

And he smiled, arms pulling you in a hug. You tried to let yourself relax in his arms but no matter how hard you tried, your eyes stayed fixated on where Aaron had disappeared. Your heart was beating extremely fast, the music around suddenly diminishing as everything around disappeared. Your ears were thumbing, your eyes turning closed as flashbacks of your past relationship ran into your head.

You were torn between guilt from involving JJ in everything and gratitude towards your best friends, the one who, like always, was there for you. Your eyes opened again, eyes finding the boy's blond hair. A sigh escaped your lips as you forced yourself to relax, doing your best to put every bad thought away and focus on the boy in your arms.

Tonight hadn't gone like you expected, but it could turn even better, relaxing in your best friend's arms as you were now done with your ex, for good.

Or that's what you thought.

Here we go. I was honestly so excited to post this one ! Please let me know what are your thoughts on it !

Please mention any spelling mistake or any amelioration you would have !

1112 words <3

[dementedkittenribbon]

In love with my best friend

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Rafe finally asks you out.

CW: Panty stealing, oral male recieving, PnV sex!! (Female is just aesthetic purposes!!!!!!)

“Mmm, Rafe. This is delicious. What do I owe the pleasure?” Rafe had to keep himself from drooling as you licked the ice cream cone. Your heels clicked on the sidewalk as he walked you to his car.

Your cropped shirt hugged your waist as you waited for him to open the passenger door. Rafe waited until you were situated inside before shutting the door. He wanted you to be happy today. After getting all that money, you were the first person he thought of. He wanted to spoil you. His best friend since middle school.

As he drove, you had your legs crossed as you hummed happily. Savoring each taste of ice cream as you listened to lil peep. Rafe wanted to ask you now but he kept losing his nerve.

“So, what’s the deal with uh-Caleb or whatever?” He asked instead and you glanced at him. Your lipgloss slightly mused.

“Colin? Oh, it wasn’t meant to be.” You giggled and flicked your hair out of your eyes. Rafe snorted and let his face fall on your chest for a few seconds.

“Think you can fit in a movie with your schedule?” Rafe gave you a playful elbow and you pouted.

“What’s wrong, Rafe? Are you jealous of all the time I’ve been spending with other people? And not you since you’re rich again?”

He flexed his jaw, used to your bratty remarks but that specific time hit a nerve. Yeah, he was jealous. Jealous of anyone who got to have you or be near you.

He was addicted to you. The way you moved, smelled, talked…everything.

Rafe had collection of panties in his room, all yours when he knew you wouldn’t miss them. His cock was familiar with the lace of them.

“Doll, you’re the only one who gets spoiled by me.” He saw your lips curl into a smirk and naturally, he rested a hand on your thigh.

Rafe tested your reaction, leaving his palm on the meat of your leg. But you didn’t pay attention, as if you were used to such physical displays. That made him feel even more jealous. You being so used to intimate touches that you didn’t even spare him a glance?

His grip tightened ever so slightly as he drove home. Rafe didn’t wait for your answer about the movie. He needed to be around you in any capacity. After he parked, Rafe walked out of the car and opened your door. “Cmon,”

He appraised you as you took his hand as support, standing and you batted your eyelashes. Rafe did smile at the sight of your necklace, two ballet slippers. Dancing was something you loved, were damn good at and he did remember how genuinely happy you looked a few years ago. He gifted you that piece of jewelry. You never removed it.

Later, In his loft, he came to the living room where you made yourself comfortable. Curled up like a kitten as you eyed the selection of films. You subconsciously leaned towards him as he sat next to you on the couch. Rafe kept telling himself, now. Ask her now.

“So. What are you doing Friday evening?” His voice was easy going but not casual. You looked over at him with raised eyebrows.

“Why?” Rafe rolled his eyes. Of course, even when he was trying to ask you on a date, you were bratty.

“Well? Do you have plans?”

You shrugged and he decided to take a more direct approach. Maybe his dick gave him courage or it was being fed up with your flippancy.

Rafe took hold of your chin, turning you towards him and you nuzzled into his palm. His breath caught as you gave him a soft expression.

“I want to take you out. Not like this. I want to take you on a date, princess. I’ve wanted to forever but I was too much of a pussy.”

“Yes.”

Rafe blinked at your response but quickly smiled. “Yeah? You’ll go out with me?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You giggled and he cupped your cheeks. He moved in, easing his way towards you, caught your lips in a kiss.

Rafe always wondered what it would be like. Kissing your sweet lips. Feeling your tongue against his as he touched your perfect body. He explored your figure, appreciating your curves as he began shifting. Rafe pulled back, hovering over your breathless mouth.

“Not here. I wanna do this right,” Without another word, he lifted you into his arms and walked to the bedroom.

Rafe set you down gently, still standing as you looked up at him, sitting on the mattress. Your eyes were a little glazed, lashes coated with mascara and you glanced at his pants.

“Oh, you want my dick, princess? Where exactly do you want it?”

Your fingers worked to unzip his pants, pulling down his underwear too. Rafe watched you take in his form.

You took hold of the shaft, spitting on the tip and you ran your tongue along the sides with expertise. He shivered and set a firm hand on your head. You sucked the head, moaning as you did it and fondled his balls. Rafe groaned as you took him as deep as possible, your throat bulging and he took the back of your head, pushing it down until your nose hit his stomach.

“That’s my fuckin girl, taking my cock so well. Goddamn, you know what you’re doing,” Nothing could ever compare to your mouth around him. Especially when you pulled off his dick to suck his balls. Using your tongue at the same time and he was seconds away from busting in your mouth. But he pulled you off, watching the spit fall from your lips.

Rafe crawled on top of you, licking the sweet spot on your neck until he kissed you messily. He sucked your lower lip, palming your tits and his hands clumsily taking off your shorts. Rafe kissed down your chest, hauling your shirt off and he sucked your nipples as he exposed them.

“You’re so fucking pretty, needed to taste every inch of you,” He panted and worked his way down your stomach. Rafe let his hands settle on your hips, his fingertips feeling your panties and he pushed them to the side.

“I need to fuck your pussy, baby. I gotta feel you squeeze my dick and cream on it.” He maneuvered your legs, bending them at the knees and he moved upright.

Rafe grabbed his cock, slapping the head against your clit a few times. Smearing the precum and he savored every second as you moaned when he pressed into you. HE felt your stomach bulge from his dick, he saw stars as he thrusted. Your hands moved, not being able to settle anywhere and Rafe lifted you up. Pressing your chests together, your arms wrapped around his back as he got a better angle.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” You whispered in his ear and he wrapped a hand around your throat.

“Is this what you needed? Needed to choke on my dick to quiet that mouth? Next time you wanna be a brat, you’ll just be a little slut for me.” Rafe used his momentum to fuck into you harder, playing with your clit at the same time and you were whimpering. Moaning his name and he wanted to make you cum so badly.

“What do you need, baby?” You shifted your legs higher and Rafe pushed them back. Your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a chorus of pleasured sounds.

“Let go, cum for me, princess. You’re so fucking pretty.” Rafe couldn’t resist meeting your lips as you were pushed over the edge and you gripped his back. Nails digging into his skin and he followed you soon shortly after.

Rafe came deep in you, he watched it from your pussy and he pulled his dick out. Jerked it so more cum decorated your bare skin. You sharply exhaled when he licked it off your lower stomach.

“That was round one, baby girl. Now that I’ve felt that pretty little pussy, I gotta sample it with my mouth too. It’s my job as your best friend.” He gave you an arrogant smirk as you gently smacked his arm.

@hauntedfawnn @eerielamb @songbirdmunson @loserboysandlithium @rafesheaven @marchsfreakshow

[minorlyatfault]

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 !

p. jackson x child of demeter!reader

only want to fix it with a kiss on the lips,

but i think i might,

take a bite !

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc(?). my attempt in being poetic. talks ab leaving camp.

𝓝otes:

001. to that one random girl who let me borrow her dictionary earlier at the café while i was writing this, thank you😭😭 (i forgot to ask for her name or ANYTHING)

002. cherry cherry cherry cherry

003. def a guardian angel

sunlight passed through the leaves to cast dappled patterns across the picnic blanket spread between the roots. the cherry trees danced in the soft summer air, the branches weighted with juicy fruit.

you sat opposite percy, a bowl of newly picked cherries between you. he picked one up, rolling it in his fingers, investigating it as if it contained some deep secret.

"you know," he said, looking up at you with that crooked grin, "i think i like it here more than any other place in camp."

you raised an eyebrow. "more than the lake?"

percy paused, then nodded. "yeah. i mean, the lake is fine & all, but this," he waved his hand around at the cherry trees, the small square of green you'd cut out of nothing with your own two hands. "this is more.. okay."

you snorted at his statement.

it was. this wasn't just part of camp half-blood; it was part of you. a part of your soul that had been buried in the roots, in the flowers, in the fruit that grew sweeter each summer. you had sown it yourself, tended to it with the same patient reserve your mother, demeter, had taught you.

& somewhere, somehow along the way, it had grown into yours & percy's.

not formally. not in any manner you could speak. but it was in the way he seemed to always end up here, like a tide drawn in. in the way you reserved the reddest cherries for him, even when you swore you didn't. in the way he looked at you now, like there was nowhere else he'd prefer.(he sometimes jokes about making blue cherries)

you extracted a cherry from the basket, spinning the stem around your fingers. "why is this place so okay?" you asked, your voice teasing.

percy let out a soft snort of laughter. "what, you want me to go all sappy about some trees?"

you grinned. "perhaps."

he tossed his cherry pit into the grass & stretched out on the blanket, hands behind his head. “fine. it’s peaceful. it smells good. &…” he turned his head to look at you, something unreadable visible in his sea-green eyes. “you’re here.”

your breath hitched.

it wasn’t fair, really, the way he did that. said things like that so casually, like he didn’t know what they do to you.

you swallowed, eyes on the cherry in your hand. "do you. . . ever consider leaving?"

percy flinched. "camp?"

you nodded, still looking at the fruit. "yeah. just… escaping. no gods, no monsters. just… us."

the words felt dangerous, even as you said them. he knows you didn't want to leave permanently. he knows you don't want to abandon camp, your cherry trees, the strawberry patch, your half siblings, annabeth, clarisse, will, nico, grover, chiron.

a break? definitely. the half-bloods have experienced war, not once. lost many. you know percy is exhausted. with all the quests, the gods. he led wars. he mourned(you all did). you remembered the first time he came to camp. clueless of the half blood life, the sparks in his eyes, shined. he was like a fire that refuses to go out.

this is the price he's paying for simply existing. said the gods.

percy was silent for a long moment. when he finally spoke, his voice was gentler. softer. "yeah. i think about it all the time."

your heart tightened. "really?"

he looked away from the sky again. "yeah. but i don't think we'd ever really be able to get away from it, you know?"

you knew. gods, you despised that you knew.

demigods weren't cut out for peaceful lives. no matter how much you wanted to hope otherwise.

percy jerked up, grasping another cherry. but he didn't pop it into his mouth; he held it in front of you, an unspoken offering.

you hesitated, then leaned forward, biting into the fruit he held out to you. his fingers touched your lips▰only for an instant, hardly more than a suggestion▰but it made heat unfold in your chest nonetheless. you heart began hitting, punching, slapping your lungs & rib cage. beating so hard that it hurts.

percy grinned. "see? fleeing wouldn't be so terrible."

you swallowed, heart pounding. perhaps it was the angle of the sun on his face, or perhaps the way time seemed to be holding its breath, but something inside you burst. like a cherry when it gets squished.

before you had time to think twice, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his.

percy stopped in mid-motion for half a second. long enough for uncertainty to seep in▰but then his hand wrapped around your cheek, pulling you closer, deeper. the kiss was slow to start, tentative, like the manner in which the waves of the sea crash against the beach. but then he breathed against your lips, tilting his head to one side, & then it wasn't slow anymore.

your fingers went to his shoulders, curling into the collar of his shirt as he drew you onto his lap. the basket of cherries fell over, abandoned, fruit rolling across the blanket. his arms around your waist, holding you tight against him as his mouth worked against yours▰hungered, urgent, like he's been waiting as long as you had. like he's been craving your lips for decades as long as you had craved his'.

the flavor of cherries hung between you, sweet & intoxicating.

percy pulled back just far enough to press his forehead against yours, his breathing unsteady. "we're going to be late for dinner," he whispered, a lazy smile pulling at his mouth.

you laughed, fingers tangling in his dark hair. "perhaps we should simply run away, then."

his hold on your waist tightened ever so slightly. "tempting."

you kissed him again, slow & lingering, as the cherry blossoms above you continued dancing.

perhaps you would take a bite.

© minorlyatfault, 2025.

[prettyangellllll]

Marked by You

Summary: After months of pushing and pulling, Rafe Cameron finally gets what he wants—his girlfriend, and he’s not letting anyone forget it. Determined to claim her for himself in the most possessive way, he buys her a necklace engraved with his name.

Warning: Toxic behavior, possessiveness, manipulation, and gaslighting. Themes of control and unhealthy dynamics.

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The neon glow of the beach club’s lights flickered as Rafe Cameron leaned against the bar, watching her. He knew she was talking to Pope—probably something harmless, maybe even about school, but Rafe couldn’t shake the feeling in his gut. It was that primal, possessive instinct he always tried to suppress, but lately, it had been bubbling over, threatening to explode.

He didn’t like seeing her laugh with anyone else. And the way Pope was grinning—like he had something he wanted to say to her that was more than just friendly—irritated him. She was his, and Rafe made sure to remind himself of that every time someone else looked at her the way he wanted to.

She was standing there, so fucking beautiful in that dress he’d picked out for her. It wasn’t a typical thing he would’ve chosen, but for her, it was perfect. She looked stunning, even more so with the confidence she carried. He wanted that confidence to be for him alone. For the world to know that she wasn’t just some random girl that could slip through his fingers.

That’s when he decided. He wasn’t just going to tell her she was his—he was going to show her.

The next morning, he found himself in the jewelry store, staring at a glass display case, his fingers tapping impatiently against his thigh. He wasn’t a sentimental guy, never had been, but this was different. She was different. He could feel his chest tighten as he looked at the necklaces laid out in front of him.

His eyes zeroed in on one—a silver chain with a bold, engraved pendant. His name. Rafe Cameron. The letters etched in a way that was almost too bold, too obvious. He smirked at the thought of her wearing it, the weight of it a constant reminder to everyone that she belonged to him.

Without hesitation, he made the purchase.

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It was that evening when he walked into her apartment, his hands gripping the bag that held her new necklace. She was sitting on the couch, hair pulled back, eyes focused on her phone.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a little more commanding than usual.

She looked up, her lips curling into a smile when she saw him. That smile—he lived for it, especially when it was for him. But there was something more behind it now, something that had been creeping up in their relationship. She was starting to see him for what he was. She had started questioning him, questioning them. Rafe didn’t like that. He wanted her under his thumb, completely. And tonight, he was going to make sure that happened.

He stepped closer, sitting down next to her on the couch. He held the bag out in front of her, his gaze intense.

“What’s this?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“I got you something,” he said, his fingers brushing against hers as he handed her the bag. “Something special.”

Her brows furrowed, and she opened it slowly. Her eyes scanned the necklace inside. For a moment, she was quiet, studying it. Then, her gaze lifted to meet his.

“Rafe, what’s this?” she asked softly, her voice a mixture of confusion and hesitation.

“Put it on,” he demanded, his tone firm. “Now.”

She hesitated, looking at the necklace again, then at him. “It’s... your name.”

He nodded, watching her closely. “Exactly. I want you to wear it. I want everyone to see that you’re mine. That you don’t belong to anyone else but me.”

Her breath hitched, and she looked away, her fingers fiddling with the chain. He could see the conflict in her eyes. She didn’t like being told what to do. But Rafe didn’t care. He wasn’t going to give her a choice. He wasn’t going to stand around, watching other guys take her attention.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said, her voice quieter now, uncertainty lacing her words.

“You think I care what you think?” Rafe’s voice dropped an octave, sending a chill down her spine. “You’re wearing it, whether you like it or not. And if you really want to make this work, if you want me, you’ll wear it.”

Her chest tightened, the weight of his words sinking in. This was Rafe Cameron, the guy who always got what he wanted, even if it meant breaking every boundary she set. She hated it. She hated that he could manipulate her, twist her into doing things she didn’t want to do.

But she loved him too. Even when it was toxic. Even when it hurt.

Rafe wasn’t going to let her think about it for too long. He reached out, brushing her hair from her neck, and slid the necklace on her, his fingers lingering a little too long, his breath hot against her skin.

“There,” he said, his voice low, satisfied. “Now, everyone will know.”

She couldn’t bring herself to argue. She knew what he was capable of. The necklace felt heavy on her neck, a constant reminder that she was his property, something to be owned. It made her stomach twist with a mix of anger and something else—something darker.

Rafe stood, looking down at her with a possessive gleam in his eye. “Now, let’s go out. I want everyone to see how lucky they are to look at you, knowing you’re mine.”

As she followed him out of the apartment, the weight of the necklace around her neck felt unbearable. But she stayed quiet, letting him pull her along. After all, she knew Rafe Cameron didn’t just want to claim her—he wanted to keep her under his control.

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The rest of the night played out in a blur of flashing lights, music, and the gaze of everyone at the club. But it wasn’t the crowded dance floor that had her attention—it was Rafe’s eyes, never leaving her, always watching. She could feel the intensity of his gaze on her neck, as if the necklace was a leash, and he was the one holding the chain.

Every man who glanced her way earned a glare from Rafe, a warning to stay away. His possessiveness was suffocating, but strangely, she didn’t want to pull away. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt like a twisted sort of validation. As if wearing that necklace meant she was special to him in a way no one else would ever be.

[i-dared-myself]

Avoidance of Spiraling

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by @lynni3x: wanted to see if you could do reader had struggled with depression? Maybe it went away and something that staff mentioned triggered it, like saying she wasnt gokd enough but then one of the members over hear it and comfort her, slong with everyone else,

You wipe your forehead off on a towel, glad to have practise finally over. It’s been gruelling lately, with times going far into the night. Chan tries to not overwork the group, but it can’t be helped sometimes.

You see Felix and Seungmin in the corner, giggling about something stupid probably. You’re happy that they’re still enjoying themselves.

You, on the other hand, have always found the long nights tiring. On your body of course, but also on your mind. 

You need your moments of rest to remain in the right headspace. The relaxing times to yourself, or lighthearted times with the other members always help you. When you don’t get your spare time, it has a major impact on your mental health.

You’ve been okay so far, making it through the recent comeback with no issues depression wise, but there’s always the worry in the back of your mind. What if you go spiralling? What if what little free time gets taken away?

Changbin bumps elbows with you, nudging you gently. “What’s up? You have a look on your face.”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. Are we done yet?”

“Yeah,” he answers, uncapping his water bottle. “You tired?”

You roll your shoulders out. “And sore. Very sore.”

“You could always ask Chan for a massage,” Changbin says, gaze flicking over to said leader. “He’s always happy to please.”

You hum at the thought, slipping your jacket on. “Maybe. Are you heading home now?”

“Yeah,” Changbin replies. He squeezes your shoulder, smiling softly at you. “You can sit on my lap and sleep when we get home.”

Car rides always made you sleepy, and being on Changbin’s lap after made your rest even deeper. There was nothing quite like a cuddle nap.

You grin excitedly. “I’ll take you up on that.”

“If I don’t get there first!” Jisung jokes, smiling broadly. He giggles to himself when Changbin flashes him an irritated look.

“Meet you in the van,” Changbin mutters to you as he wanders off. Jisung follows close behind, bickering with Hyunjin about something.

You reach for your phone on the table, glancing up at a staff member. She has silky hair and a grimace directed at you.

“Uh, hi,” you awkwardly say to her.

She forces a smile. “Should I tell the driver to wait for you or to go home now, because…”

“Because what?” You stand up straighter, shifting between feet.

“Because you need the extra practise,” she says, voice cold. “Did you not know that?”

You swallow thickly. “Excuse me?”

She flicks some hair over her shoulder. “You’re not as smooth as them. You’re not as fluid.”

You blink and stare down at the floor. You need to fix this. If you stay two more hours tonight, you can practise. Then you’ll get at least five hours of sleep before up for tomorrow.

You would be giving up your time, but it’s okay. If you need to extra work you can push through.

“So what do you want me tell the driver?” she impatiently asks.

You chew the tip of your finger nervously. “Uh- I- I’m staying. I’ll be practising more.”

Jeongin clears his throat, his usual bright smile weak. “Um, no?”

“What?” You turn to face him, eyebrows shooting up. It’s not often that he puts himself into these situations.

“You should come home.” Jeongin fidgets, avoiding eye contact with the staff member. “You don’t need the extra practise.”

There’s something tightening in your chest. It’s reminiscent of affection, but there’s too much whirling in your head to fully comprehend the implications.

“You’re great, and some people are just difficult,” he pleasantly says. He holds his hand out for you to take. “Now let’s go home.”

You feel nauseous. “But what if I’m not good enough? What if I need the extra practise and it’ll take away my spare time and I won’t relax and-“

“Listen,” Jeongin softly says, breaking through your spiral. “You’re okay. You’ll still get your time to yourself. Just breathe.”

You sniffle and nod, wiping at your eyes. “But what if-“

“None of that,” Jeongin scolds, not harshly, but sharp enough to draw you from your panicking state. “Let’s go home. I promise you that you’re doing great.”

You take a shuddering breath and clasp his hand with yours. He tugs you along with him, swinging your arms wildly. It elicits a small laugh from you, which causes his eyes to scrunch up on joy.

The others are aware of your depression, and what triggers it, but it’s always nice to know that they remember. That they remember what can help you through these moments before it leads to depression.

Jeongin’s squeezes your hand, dragging you from your thoughts. “Looking forward to sleeping on Changbin?”

You flash him a look that you hope expresses how grateful you are for him. “Yes. I might even drool on him.”

He laughs. “You’re lucky he’s not Hyunjin.”

The van is in sight now, the door open for you. Your hand is only released once you’re in your seat, and Jeongin leans down to buckle you in.

“I’ve got it,” you say, but you let him do it.

He pats your thigh as he pulls away, settling into his seat. “Chan, a staff member was mean to her.”

“Who was it?” Minho’s eyes glint darkly and he shifts in his seat. “Was it that guy who was staring at your legs? Because I noticed him.”

“What? No.” You shake your head and relax into your seat. “It really doesn’t matter.”

“Want a massage later?” Chan calls from the driver’s seat. “I heard that you’re sore.”

You grin excitedly. “Yes please.”

Seungmin gazes out the window. “It’s not too late to turn around and beat someone up.”

“We if you could take someone in a fight,” Hyunjin scoffs. 

“What, like you can?” Felix’s lips lift into a mocking smile. “I’ve seen you cry because you stubbed your toe.”

Hyunjin crosses his arms. “You don’t know.”

“I think we all know,” Chan remarks. “But it’s okay, Hyunjin. We love you anyways.”

You let your head drift to Jisung’s shoulder. “I believe in you, Hyunjin. You could do it.”

They all start arguing about who would be the best in a fight. You don’t say anything else, because you know it would be you. 

Then you arrive at the dorms, and Hyunjin’s fingers are laced with yours. He insists it’s because he doesn’t want you tripping, but you feel his thumb moving in circles on your skin.

You change into your pyjamas, finding Jisung outside your room. He wordlessly holds out a Quokka for you, and you clutch it to your chest.

“Hurry up!” Changbin yells from somewhere. “We have a shitty drama to watch!”

You and Jisung sprint into the living room, met with the scene of the members spread out across the room. Practically every spot is taken, so you settle into Changbin’s lap.

You make it about halfway through an episode of some amnesia based show before almost falling asleep. You have the best pillow of all and the most comforting friends, even though you’re aware that Minho is gone.

You jerk back into full consciousness. “Where Minho?”

“I’m not sure…” Felix frowns. “He left a couple minutes ago I think.”

Seungmin stands up and stretches. “I’ll find a shovel.”

Chan’s eyebrows pull together in confusion. “Why? Why do we need a shovel?”

“Oh, poor, stupid Chan.” Seungmin sighs and clicks his tongue. “Put two and two together.”

Chan narrows his eyes. “Watch your tongue- Oh. Oh no.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Is our yard big enough for a body without hitting a waterline when we dig?”

“I’ll check the blueprints.” Jisung gets to his feet with a weary sigh.

“Hey, maybe he just went out for cupcakes,” Jeongin argues. “You don’t know for certain that he’s going to kill someone.”

“I’ll give you my entire bank account if he walks in here with cupcakes,” Seungmin seriously says. 

“Okay, we’ll see then.” Jeongin lifts his chin.

Minho did not return with cupcakes. He also didn’t come back with a body.

Instead, he puts his cat on your lap with a warning to not make her unhappy.

And you melt into a pile of goo at the cute kitty, and also how much you cared for them all and how much they care for you.

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