#you would pick up on this body language and when he tried to hide it

[goldspxcld]

thinking about venore’s frequent reminiscing about his destroyed house & just dawdling over the innumerable times he’s slaughtered his own siblings for the sake of being the strongest among them . he’s just constantly at ponder with how he can best repent . his brows always creasing & there’s a deep gruffy noise ebbing out of him . a short growl of sorts .

[psychemochanight]

You know everyone in the family has this little gestures that mean something, right?

Dick just knows his family very well.

Bruce is tired? he makes a small gesture that simulates supporting his weight on one leg, but in reality he only slightly lowers one of his shoulders.

Tim leans against his desk when he's frustrated with something and won't ask for help.

Jason still tenses his legs when something makes him happy, a reflex from when he was a kid and would bounce on his feet when he was happy.

Damian is the easiest for him to notice, not only because of the time he spent with him, but because he no longer actively seeks to hide his emotions from him. But he still has to look for that slight tension in his jaw every time he tries to hold back a yawn when he's sleepy.

Cass lets Dick see her body language, she knows how important it is to convey her emotions, so she lets him see it. Dick especially appreciates it when she picks something up from the table and plays with it in her hands, she always does this when she's about to confide something to him.

Duke and Steph are always open about what they think, so you don't need to look for anything in particular. Still, he can usually tell whether the conversation is going to be about something happy or not based on the way they walk when they approach him.

Barbara still does that thing where she squints her eyes whenever she thinks too much and needs someone to take her mind off it so she doesn't give herself a headache. She is just like her father in that.

Even Alfred has his mannerisms that Dick knows, which usually involve him going over and handing him things in the kitchen or living room, silently accompanying him.

It doesn't just happen among immediate family.

Donna: How did you know I was angry?

Dick: Aside from the obvious fact that you look like you're about to go kick Wally's ass?

Donna: Good point.

Wally: How do you always know when I'm hungry?

Dick: Maybe because I don't need to be a metahuman to hear your stomach growling from a mile away?

Roy: How did you know I fought with Oliver?

Dick, watching Roy practicing his aim with a photo of his mentor in the middle of the target: Instinct.

Not all gestures have to be subtle.

[yoyomomiko]

WHAT ARE UR HEADCANONS 4 DAISUKE X READER??????

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: a lil cringe, maybe some cursing, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, ENGLISH isn't my first language!!

(A/N): OMG I LOVE DAISUKE😍😍 ANYWAYS THIS IS KINDA SHORT AND RUSHED BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I'M SO SORRY👉👈 -> m.list

★CRUSHING/CONFESSION

Hear me out, you fell first he fell harder.

I am very confident that at first he didn't even realize he himself had a crush on you... Like, he wanted to make you laugh more than he wanted to to the others, he always wanted to help you and be there for you... So, he pieced two and two together, and figured out that he actually was in love with you.

If he were to tell someone (probably not) it would OFCCC be our nice old man Swansea☺️

You see, Daisuke is very... Uhm, an idiot, so he won't understand when you're flirting with him. That's just him, he's too dense. You have to speak up, or else he won't pick up.

He always cracks jokes around you just to try and make you laugh😀

But like, it's so obvious he likes you

He's following you like a lost puppy, eager to please you in ANY way.

He's crushing on you so hard...

You kinda notice it since he just helps you with everything, offering help with your chores or just anything in general.

HE THINKS HE'S HIDING IT SOOO WELL BUT IN REALITY AT LEAST SOMEBODY CAUGHT UP TO IT (probably Swansea duh)

Let's say he's the one to confess first...

He would do it on accident for SURE. Do what you will with that information, let your imagination get ahead of you😍 (I'm actually lazy that's why I didn't write it but yeah whatever sue ME)

So then, he realizes what he said and then you also confess and BOOM, he's all over you. Good luck trying to get rid of him (who tf would do that🤨)

★DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

This man will go show you off the moment you two have an established relationship (unless you don't wanna)

RANTS TO SWANSEA ABOUT YOU

No but fr Swansea's probably tired of hearing him babble about you, he seriously had to force him to shut up just for a small moment of peace. BUT he secretly likes the fact that Daisuke is happy so like🤭

Daisuke is a really energetic guy so I feel like if you match his vibe he's never gonna let you go

LISTEN TO MEEE, he loves both physical affection AND words of affirmation, he's big on BOTH.

If he could, he would hold your hand forever, NEVER would he let go of you. He wants to hold you, close, for as long as possible.

If you decide at some point to sleep in the same bed, you will get cuddles every single night.

Big spoon or little spoon, he doesn't care. Just TOUCH him, in ANY way, he doesn't care and doesn't mind just do it!!

OMG PRAISE HIM

He always searches for your compliments, just PRAISE HIM please, tell him you're proud of him or something IDKKKK

"Did I do good?" "I'm doing great, right?"

UGH if there's something he loves most about you (he would kiss every inch of your body but whatevs) it's definetly your laugh.

Okay, maybe it's the way you praise him at the end of each day.

Okay, no, MAYBE it's the way you play with his hair while he slowly drifts to sleep from your soothing touch.

Okay, maybe he just loves you wholeheartedly and would do anything for you (he's whipped)

I imagine that he seeks out for head pats. Just pat his head. Pet him or sum idk ask him.

While in bed, he definitely headbutts your palm just to let you know what he wants. Cause like at first he just nudges you but if you don't get the hint, he'll straight up headbutt your hand (I saw someone say this and I love you for that)

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY UGHHH

Lowkey imagine if you called him a good boy tho that's crazy

I have to say that I think Daisuke, as much of a dumbass as he is, listens very well.

He's surprisingly very good at comforting you

He might now understand you, but he listens, and tries his best

TELL HIM YOU'RE PROUD OF HIM OMG

He's gonna find cheesy nicknames for you so buckle up >⁠.⁠<

Daisuke LOVES kissing you, there, I said it.

Whether it's a small peck on the cheek or a full on make out session, he's gonna enjoy it and THANK you.

He sometimes wonders how he pulled you ngl🤨

If like, some sort of small argument got in between you, he'll be apologizing on his knees and begging you to forgive him with snot running down

Imagine you called him a good boy that'd lowkey be crazy

If you somehow ever decide to wear a piece of clothing that belongs to him, it WILL be yours.

He's gonna squeal like a school girl and compliment youuu

Overall 10/10 boyfriend. He's sweet, charismatic, energetic, a bit of an airhead, kisses the ground you walk on, and bonus for being handsome.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[lvmimis]

cw: senku accidentally makes an aphrodisiac and fem!reader helps him out... minors dni! smut but no penetration. american colony au.

Senku rarely makes mistakes, ever, but as Gen has so often pointed out, luck is very often not on the young man’s side - in fact, luck seems to avoid him as though punishing him for refusing to leave his life up to fate. 

Minutes after he’s taken the potion that had been designated by the village doctor as an analgesic, he realizes quickly he’s made a grave one. Sweat beads on his forehead as he breathes in, the very action of drawing in a breath serving to increase the deafening drumbeat in his ears. Thump, thump, thump. The heat clouding his mind right now as he tries to remember where exactly he went wrong, what could have possibly happened to have him in fetal position, tensed up everywhere but especially in the space in between his legs.

Top shelf, to the right. A small vial stopped up with a cork.

Cork. It shouldn’t be a cork, he remembers suddenly. She had said the bottle might be hard to twist open. He must have taken something else. What else could explain the fact that all the blood coursing through his body seems to have collected to one place only, giving him the hardest erection he’s ever had in his life?

The scientist can’t claim to never have thought about sex. After all, he’s young and healthy and as curious about his body as anyone else, even if he’s not so easily persuaded by the prospect of soft round breasts or plush thighs as others, and he prides himself in knowing the basic workings of everything including that particular type of recreation. 

Now it’s all he can think about as he shivers and flushes, blood gorged cock throbbing and desperate to be touched in any way, shape or form.

He’s initially thankful that he was struck by this affliction while hiding away in the lookout tower  in the middle of the night because of its privacy and the ability to rub one or ten out and hopefully turn into a logical human once again, but once he can hear the familiar soft pad of your footsteps approaching up the stairs, he’s repetitively cursing his rotten luck under his strangled breath. 

Scrambling from his position sat in the corner, back against the wall, he quickly finds his way onto a chair, but stumbles, and when your eyes fall onto him, he’s practically face down. 

“Senku?” 

Your voice is soft as usual, not completely sure it’s him in the dim light. Moonlight illuminates part of the wide room, and when he finally rolls over to a cross-legged position, doing his best to hide the embarrassing bump in his clothes, you look at him quizzically.

“Fancy meeting you here!” Senku exclaims. There’s an uncharacteristic upturn to his voice that is a cause for concern.

“You mean, in the tower you supposedly made for me?” you ask. Senku pales, but you’re already sliding down to sit cross-legged next to him. 

“Are you doing okay?” you ask. Leaning over to press a hand to his forehead, you frown at the dampness, while a shudder passes through Senku’s entire body the moment the back of your hand grazes him.

“I’m fine,” he says, coughing to cover up the strain in his voice. His body language is slightly turned away, and so is his face, because he can’t look at you, not like this. Desire pools in his chest heavily, so thick he can barely breathe, and your sweet voice is like water dripping onto an already overfilled cup.

“You don’t sound fine,” you muse. You think of yourself just weeks ago insisting on being left alone despite a raging pneumonia, and move in closer, a move that has him retreat like a trapped mouse. “Did you take the medicine for your headache like you were supposed to?”

Senku would roll his eyes if it weren’t for the fact that an accidental brush of your hand against his could make them roll into the back of his head.

“Your friend might be a quack,” he says, but then quickly adds in fairness, “...the truth is I think I might have picked up something I wasn’t supposed to.”

He laughs, and then feels his cock jump and scrambles to his feet to stand further away. You’re troubled by his anxiety and his refusal to look you in the eye and after a few more questions about his mental and physical state, you decide you’re tired of his dodging questions.

“Senku, what the hell is going on?”

“Nothing,” he lies. He’s thinking of a way to escape without you noticing, but you’ve moved now, and are standing right in front of him, far too close, and your upset look is simply too pretty, and he looks at you almost fearfully.

“I need to go,” he says, and tries to move past you, but you immediately block his path. 

“Senku.”

It only takes one look at the knit in your eyebrows to realize he’s not going to make out of this without the truth. He’s still flushing intermittently, and can feel the tip of his dick more exquisitely than any other part of his body. It takes him a moment to decide, but eventually he realizes he can approach this embarrassing predicament in the best way he can think of.

Logically.

“Whatever I took… I think might be having aphrodisiacal effects on me.”

You blink, bright eyes wide with every bat of your lashes, and he feels the genuine pull of yearning in his loins.

“Oh.”

Senku blushes, the warmth spreading throughout his whole body this time as you finally look down then quickly avert your gaze. In a flash, he wonders for the first time how much you know about sex. Are you a virgin? When was your first time? With who? Would you do it again? With him?

The last thought he immediately banishes from his mind, telling himself that it’s likely the effects of whatever potent concoction is clouding his rationale. Not now. If ever, not this way.

“I… I can help, you know,” you offer. Your voice is quiet, gentle and steady, the same way you speak when you talk to the animals when they misbehave, when you want to reassure without controlling. “Platonically, of course,” you quickly add.

Platonically. Of course. It’s just an urge, and you understand those animalistic urges pretty well, given your breadth of experience in the natural sciences. Just a want. It wouldn’t be a crime if…

You move in close, your hand hovering over his crotch but not touching him. You then look at him, asking with your pupils, and he can swear he can feel his dilate. He nods, and you let your fingers slip beneath the layers of fabric until they reach the slightly coarse grain of his pubes. Your lips part slightly as you move slowly; he’s holding his breath but the moment your finger grazes the skin of his firm shaft, he lets out a moan, covering his mouth immediately to shut himself up.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. He’s embarrassed, suppressing pants, but you press forward, letting your fingers close around his shaft, one by one. Grip still awkward, Senku shifts, pulling down his pants further, and you pull your lower lip before your teeth briefly before you tug smoothly for the first time. He gasps, and you press your thumb on the tip, right at the orifice of his urethra.

“Have you ever done this before?” you ask, wondering if you should have asked earlier. The small talk is meant to make it more casual, less intimate, but he’s quick to shake his head and say no, breathily.

“Not by anyone who mattered.”

Your heart flutters and you move just a bit faster. Senku moans, throwing his head back, and you keep your pace.

“Is that enough? Are you feeling good?” You slip. You mean better. You’re not trying to pleasure him, you’re trying to help him. 

“Fuck, can you… more… can you-” he stops, then bites his lip. He’s breathing heavier now, the expansion of his chest much more noticeable. He glances at you for a moment, then quickly looks away. If he were to do what he wants to do, ask you for more, press his lips onto yours, would it be using you? Is he allowed to ask that of you? Is it just this… or something else?

Your hand has stopped but he’s whining now, bucking his hips into the base of your fist almost subconsciously. You grip tighter, then slide up and down his shaft again, pressing against the darkened tip more, now slippery with treacherous precum. It occurs to you for a moment that maybe, maybe just a bit more friction would help, and you take the initiative of spitting on your hand, then resuming and he moans, fingers pressed to the floor beside him tensing and tightening as he accepts your onslaught.

Straggled groans escaping his throat, his eyes close, and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows spit and desire. He’s thirsty, needy, unsure if this is making it better or worse.

And just at that moment, you ask, “Are you feeling better, Senku?”

Oh, the way you say his name, he practically spills into your hand. 

“D-don’t talk…” he begs, and your face flinches with hurt, but you remember that you are only helping.

“Mm.”

Your hand keeps moving, and you watch his cock throb and twitch in its grasp. It’s a pretty thing, you let yourself consider for a moment, pretty like the rest of him, eager, greedy… it has been a while, you think, since you’ve been so intimate with someone.

Not intimate. That’s not what this is. You’re helping a friend.

Senku grits his teeth as you spit on your hand again and your moistened palm swirls around his cock. 

There’s no reason for you to be so good at touching him like this. He exhales.

“I’d be a real piece of shit if I asked you for more, wouldn’t I right now?” he finally asks. He’s looking at the ceiling now, trying to contain himself, but how can he when you’re touching him like this and he feels better than he’s ever felt in his life. He’s only mildly coherent at this point, perhaps he should count backwards, perhaps…

“Tell me what you want, Senku, I’ll do my best.”

He turns, and you look at him in just that moment, but you don’t let go of him. 

His hand goes to the back of your neck, pulling you closer and he stops quickly, inches apart. 

You’ve closed your eyes, and you’ve puckered your lips just so. Senku swallows hard, wondering how he could have ever stopped but he knows why.

“It’s not the drugs,” he’s able to eke out. Your eyes open, gentle as they look into his, your lips still parted. Your hand shifts, palm rested on the edge of his warm length. 

“It’s not the drugs,” you repeat.

“I’d feel like this anyway, in this moment,” Senku says. A moment passes. Your tongues passes over your dry lips.

“Do you mean it?” 

Senku doesn’t hesitate, before saying yes.

You press your lips to his first, letting him press his way in and explore, letting him bite your lip and suck, and pass his tongue against your teeth, letting him tip your neck backwards and deepen the kiss. You kiss, and you move your hands and your lips part, and you dip lower, to make him feel pleasure like he’s never seen.

[miumura]

MAKE THE FIRST MOVE ♡ 보이넥스트도어 🪽 ✦

( 𝓢 )﹕the more i get to know you, the more i like you !

IN WHICH with how shy they seem to be, you decide to confess to them first ────── BOOKSHELF ( 🗯️ )

──── 0t6!shy!boynextdoor x gn ! r ╱ ⌕ fluff, confession ∿ w. none just reader confessing ( or per say, wearing the pants in this situation 😝 ) wc. 1.4K+ ( 1483 ) ｡ ｡ i finally finished my midterms!!! so….Hey…this is definitely a self indulgent hc abt shy bonedo…Gulps….😁

MYUNG JAEHYUN

best believe that the moment you say, “i like you”, the once very confident and bubbly jaehyun turns into a complete flustered mess. he’s completely dumfounded, as if with the little signs you managed to pick up—from his not-so-subtle physical touch with you to wanting to take care of you endlessly—weren't obvious enough for you to assume there might be something more. you weren’t entirely sure of his intentions at first, but seeing the way his cheeks turned pink when you reciprocated back those actions, that was all the confirmation you needed. and despite his previous actions of boldness, it’s as if jaehyun couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth—and they were meant for him! sure, he's made the first move plenty of times in small, almost teasing ways, but this? this was completely different. the very person he’d been crushing on months just confessed first, leaving him completely stunned. before you could think about it—to take back your confession as a joke (or out of fear of rejection)—jaehyun immediately snaps out of it in time by blurting back a “i like you too!”. now, the two of you are completely left red in the face with smiles you both can't seem to hide.

PARK SUNGHO

if anything, sungho feels like he should be calm—getting confessed to first isn’t that big of a deal, right? but as it turns out, seeing it actually happen to him feels like a much bigger deal than he ever expected. your confession is enough to send his normally composed and rational demeanor to spiral, his thoughts heading in all kinds of directions. still, sungho is nothing if not determined to keep everything together. he convinces himself that he’ll snap out of it at any given moment now, and somehow, manages to wear a calm, almost effortless expression. but don’t be fooled—beneath the surface, his emotions are anything but steady. excitement, adoration, and just about every happy feeling imaginable are coursing through him, making it almost impossible to think straight. and even if sungho wanted to take more time to be able to process what just happened, his naturally observant side quickly picks up on the slightest shift in your body language. the seemingly unnoticeable-but-very-noticeable-to-him movement of yours was enough to remind him that he has to say something. with his soft tendencies shining through, he doesn’t just give you an answer—he absolutely says yes. and because one confession clearly isn’t enough for the moment, he follows it up with one of his own. sungho simply does this after working up the courage to finally say something that he should’ve done way before. but, after all, two confessions are definitely better than one, right?

LEE SANGHYEOK

he is absolutely starstruck. riwoo completely freezes in place, blinking rapidly as he tries to figure out whether he is dreaming or not. his heart is pounding so hard that it just might burst, and he also can’t ignore the feeling of his breath being hopelessly caught up in his throat. even with the lack of his response, you can see the unmistakeable joy that lights up in his eyes. it silently gave away the fact that he also felt the same, and how much your confession meant to him. he might just be unable to say anything but give you a shy nod, a smile and a hint of blush taking over his face. it was an unspoken answer, but it was so crystal clear. he would listen intently to your words, his heart continuing to swell up with many emotions that he isn’t too sure of how to contain them. the moment you start complimenting him, it’s almost as if that was enough to make him faint right then and there. your words start hitting him ten times harder now that he knows how you feel, which makes him undeniably happy. just hearing you consistently hear you praise him is just enough for him of wanting to run out the room with how bad he was burning up. but, of course, riwoo isn’t one to just sit there and take it—no, he tries to match you, fumbling through his own compliments and maybe even attempting to one-up you. safe to say, his adorable efforts are more than enough to make it clear that the feeling is entirely mutual.

HAN DONGMIN

taesan is completely composed—at least, that’s what he’s been trying to tell himself. contrary to his sweaty palms, his eyes darting everywhere except yours, or the fact his brain is short circuiting—yeah, he is definitely doing just fine. despite him not wanting that part of him shown to you, he isn’t even completely sure of what he’s been saying for the past few minutes. a bunch of awkward “oh” and “um” slips out and believe it or not—taesan is mentally screaming at himself because the last thing he wants to do is make it seem like he’s about to reject you. that is certainly not his goal—he just happens to be processing everything you’re saying. slowly. he’s just sitting there, completely dazed, as you continued to talk—explaining why you liked him, and those very reasons seemingly filling up every part of his brain with ease. he was simply admiring you—the sole reason why he wanted to avoid eye contact—only because he knew if he looked at you any longer, he might really have no words left to say. but already, he could feel himself getting distracted, your words soon turning out to be like…blah blah blah…proper name, place name, backstory stuff…none of it registering in his brain as he’s entirely focused on you. give taesan a minute to reboot, though, and suddenly, he’s blurting out a nonchalant acceptance of your confession—like it’s no big deal. however, the moment he turns away, he can’t hide the fact that a huge smile was creeping across his face, one that only betrays him and shows how overjoyed he actually is.

KIM DONGHYUN

leehan just simply ends up nervously laughing it off because, honestly, this guy has no idea of how to react. given your usual dynamic, he can only assume you’re joking (although, normally, he would hope the flirty things you said were never that). so he smiles—completely casual, but also playful—until he catches the serious look in your eyes. now, that was the moment where everything shifted. his laugh soon falters, turning into more of a i-know-this-feeling-but-why-does-it-feel-even-more-serious kind of chuckle, especially with his heart increasing picking up its pace. with how leehan usually acts, he would’ve thrown out a teasing remark with that kind of look on your face, but this time? the words don’t even come out right. instead, he’s stuttering, fumbling, and sounding completely incoherent—drastically different from his usual self. it’s almost as if you were brought back in time, seeing the quiet and soft spoken guy from the first time you two met. now, it’s your turn to tease him, and you’re more than ready to do so. as you kept going, the redness in leehan’s ears only deepens as he desperately tries to get you to stop, mumbling protests that do nothing to help his case. that’s when you suddenly hit him with the one and only line, “you still didn’t give me your answer yet”. and just like that, he is completely wrecked. leehan practically hides behind his hands, his voice barely above a whisper as he mumbles out a shy “yes” in embarrassment. deep down, though? he’s absolutely loving every second of it.

KIM WOONHAK

congratulations, you’ve officially broken the kim woonhak. this guy is completely freaking out, and if he could, he would definitely be bouncing off the walls. but what is this poor guy instantly going to think about? that you’re joking. he knows you two are great friends—close enough that maybe this could just be one of those playful, friendly moments. but the second he catches the way you’re looking at him? yeah, that thought completely disappears, and suddenly, he’s melting into a puddle of mush. definitely pulls out the “well if you insist,” only to attempt to play it off cool, as if his heart is practically waiting to jump out of his chest at any second now. but, the second those words leave his mouth, woonhak suddenly follows along with a whole ramble about how he really feels. he’s fully convinced that his first response was awful, so now he plans on just oversharing every moment or thought he’s had about you and reconsidering your friendship with him (though he would’ve been scared to make a move to make you two pass that stage). even with him being able to somewhat pull himself together, he is still a complete mess inside. your confession is definitely not leaving any time soon—it will live rent-free in his head, for who knows how long. expect him to be smiling, giggling, and replaying the moment over and over, unable to believe it actually happened.

‘💬’ ─── after writing this… can you tell that i was also going crazy with the lengths of these… ++ requests/ideas are SOOO welcome i fear i need to write more for my faves 🫠

BND PERM TAGLIST ( OPEN ) ─── @juyeoz @j4d

[fungateshortcakes]

Come as you are

Pairing: oldman!Logan x chubbyfem!Reader

Summary: You have developed a crush on the man that has offered you safety and friendship all these months ago. But how could he ever love someone like you?

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: english is not my first language, slight angst, fluff, age gap, body image issues, insecurities, self loathing, happy ending, very self indulging

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The air in the smelting plant was heavy with the silence that stretched throughout. The only sound came from the slow crackle of the fire, its light casting soft, flickering shadows onto the walls. You sat at the edge of the old, worn down couch, picking at a loose thread on your sweater, trying to focus on anything but the man across the room.

Logan was drinking his fifth coffee of the night while reading through some newspapers, his movements methodical while he turned a page, his soft groan cutting through the silence as his reading glasses slipped lower on his nose. You’d always found him fascinating to watch—so gentle with the things he handled, except for when he handled himself. The way his brows knitted together as he read, deepening the shadow of a wrinkle between them. There were so many mundane things he did that drew you to him.

It was part of why you had fallen for him in the first place.

But you would never tell him that.

You sighed quietly, your fingers curling into your lap. Logan had been your friend for a few months now, ever since he helped you out of a scrape you didn’t want to think too much about. He had offered you safety, companionship, and a kind of loyalty you’d never known from anyone else. And you?

You had given him nothing.

Sure, you helped around the home, if you could call it that, cooked dinner for him and Charles, patched his clothes when they tore, patched him when he got into another fight at his job—but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t enough. That you weren’t enough. Never enough.

It wasn’t just the way your body didn’t fit society’s definition of “perfect" and that your clothes could only hide so much. You had made your peace with being chubby long ago. Or at least, you thought you had. But sitting here, watching a man like Logan chiseled, hardened, and impossibly strong, you couldn’t help but feel painfully out of place.

And then there was the age gap.

You were in your early twenties. He was... what? Pushing 200? Sure, he didn’t look it. His is healing factor had frozen him in what seemed to be his late 50s, but the years between you loomed like a canyon you would never be able to cross.

Why would someone like him ever look at someone like you?

“Somethin’ on your mind?” his voice startled you, rough and low, breaking through the haze of your never ending, self deprecating thoughts. You looked up to find him watching you, his glasses sitting on the table, his dark eyes sharp and focused just on you. “No,” you said, too quickly for his liking, shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

His brow furrowed deeply, a look you had come to know too well on him “Ya don’t look fine.” He states matter of factly. You tried to laugh it off, but it came out forced. “I’m just tired.” Logan didn’t buy it.

“Bullshit,” he said bluntly, leaning forward in his chair. “You’ve been quiet all day. You're never quiet. What’s goin’ on?” Yeah, you never shut up. You were quite the chatterbox around him because you felt so at ease, as if you wouldn’t be judged. Now you thought maybe that was something that annoyed him about you. The constant talking and noise because of you, not a silent moment because you were never able to read the room and shut up. You frowned, turning away from him. “Nothing,” you insisted, standing up abruptly. “I’m going to bed.”

You didn’t make it two steps before he shot up from his seat, striding over to you and catching your wrist in his large, rugged hand. He didn’t grip hard, Logan never touched you with anything but the gentlest care, but it stopped you in your tracks with a gasp.

“Talk to me,” he urged, his tone softer now. You hesitated, your chest tight with the weight of all the things you had been holding back for so long “Logan, just... drop it, okay?” you pleaded, trying to get your hand out of his grasp. “No.” he stood, his hand still around your wrist, his eyes searching yours. “You don’t get to shut me out like that.”

Your resolve started to crack, but you weren't about to let him win, so you forcefully ripped your arm awas from his grip “Why do you even care?” you sputtered out, your voice starting to feel raw. His brow furrowed even more, his chest heaving with your rejection “What kind of question is that?”

“Because you shouldn’t!” you snapped, throwing your hands in the air. “I’m nothing to you, Logan. Just some stupid kid who’s too young, too... too fat—” you weren't able to finish your sentence as Logans hands shot up to hold you by your shoulders, not letting you go “Don’t.” His voice was sharp, cutting through your words like a blade. You froze, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. You swallowed thickly, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” he rasped lowly, his tone softening again but no less firm. You bit your lip harshly, a distressed sound ripping from your throat “Why not?” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. “It’s the truth.”

Logan stepped closer, his rough hands gentle on your body, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering. “You really think that?”

You nodded, shrugging his hands off you despite needing the warmth, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Why wouldn’t I? I mean, look at you, Logan. You’re... you’re everything. And I’m just... me.” you sniffled, avoiding his eyes. He exhaled heavily, his hand coming up to rake through his grey hair. “You think I care about any of that? About numbers or size or—”

“Yes!” you cut him off, your voice trembling. “Because you could have anyone, Logan. Someone more mature. Someone prettier, someone better!.” you nearly yelled, but undeniably got chocked up on your tears. He stared at you for a long moment, his jaw tight, his hands clenching at his sides. Then, without a word, he closed the space between you, making you press yourself against the wall.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice low but steady, his tired eyes piercing “You think I care about how old you are? About how much curves you've got? Hell, sugar, you’re the only good thing I have left in my life, and you’re standing here actin’ like you’re not enough?”

You blinked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “Logan—” you started breathlessly, but he lifted a warning finger at you. “No,” he said, cutting you off. “You don’t get to tell me what I want. And what I want is you. All of you. Just as you are.” Tears spilled over your round cheeks before you could stop them, and Logan’s hands came up to cup your face, his thumbs firmly brushing them away.

His hands held your face as if it was a precious artifact made out of porcelain, one that would shatter if handled too carelessly “I know I’m not good at this,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “Hell, I’ve screwed up more times than I can count. But I know what I feel. And I feel it for you.”

Your breath hitched and he tilted your chin up ever so gently to meet his eyes, his gaze locked on yours. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he said quietly. “Tell me you don’t feel the same.”

You couldn’t.

Instead, you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his broad chest as the dam finally broke. Logan held you tight, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other wrapped firmly around your plush waist. He was so warm and he smelled so good. Like home. This was home. “You’re it for me, sugar” he whispered into your hair, his salt and pepper beard scratching your temple “Don’t ever doubt that.”

When you finally pulled back, your eyes met his, and for the first time in what felt like forever you let yourself believe it. “You mean it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Logan’s lips quirked into a small, rare smile. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.” you didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, you leaned in slowly, giving Logan every chance to pull away, though you knew he wouldn’t. Not after that. He met you halfway, your lips brushing softly at first, tentative and sweet.

The kiss deepened, a tender exploration that spoke of all the moments you hadn’t been brave enough to share until now. Logan hadn't thought he would ever feel like his younger self again, kissing a pretty lady while his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. His broad hands smoothed over the soft curves that were your hips, trying to map your body like he had wanted for so long.

When you finally seperated, just a breath apart, you were suddenly lifted up into the air. You shrieked, clinging to Logan while he held you up by your thick thighs effortlessly. He smirked smuggly at you, a rare sight, and you pouted. "Just because I am dying doesn't mean I can't handle a girl like you, sugar" he drawled and carried you back over to the couch. He let himself fall onto the worn down cushions with you on top of him, your weight comforting on him. You were no light feather and he appreciated that. He could actually feel you on top of him, actually had something to grab you by.

Upon his mention that he was actively dying because of the adamantium lacing his bones, a heavy feeling settled in your stomach and your smile dropped. He noticed and gave your cheek a kiss "Hey. Don't worry. I'll be here for as long as you'll have me" and when he leaned down to kiss you again, it was slow and steady and full of promises you knew he’d never break.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

I really hope you liked this short fic and maybe can relate to it as well!

Characters like Logan are always paired with the skinny, dolled up, feminine, conventionally attractive woman and that kind of makes me feel like (if someone like Logan existed) i wouldn’t have a chance because i am fat. I already think that, but still!

We need more representation because we are people like everyone else and deserve to live in peace just like everyone else.

I know it's hard to believe- but you are beautiful and worthy, no matter your size. I still have to believe that myself, but I will get there someday🎀

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Blind Date

Pairing - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary - Rafe doesn’t date but he will never not go through with a bet.

Warnings - language, drinking, oral, sexual intercourse (18+)

A/n- apologies if I’ve made alot of spelling errors, my word doc is broken!

Rafe Cameron didn’t date, he fucked and moved onto the next girl. But when he loses a stupid bet to Topper he’s forced into attending a blind date, Rafe tries to reason with him and tell him he’s wasting a bet on something so stupid. But Topper knew what he wanted and he wanted to watch Rafe suffer at the hands of him.

Topper ended up persuading you into a blind date, said some cute billionaire was in town and looking to meet up with wealthy locals, you couldn’t not go.Your dad would be disappointed if you turned down a date with a billionaire. You lived over in Charleston and rarely saw Topper nowadays, too busy sleeping his way through the town since Sarah left him. So, you also felt like you needed to help him. He kept going on about business prospects and getting on this guy's good side.

“What do I wear?” You questioned Topper knowing full well he had no idea. However, he surprised you by pulling out a bag from his boot. “Here”.

You pull the dress from the bag, unable to hide the crease between your eyebrows as you stare at a very conservative dress. Something you’d find your mum dressed in. “He’s very big on women not flaunting their body”.

You nod your head and agree to wear the dress, before you know it you're walking through the building a few days later and letting the waiter know you're here for the table under ‘topper’, as you're escorted between tables your eyes fall on the man sitting at the table you're walking towards.

He sits tall, almost blocking the view of the narrow table in front of him. His shoulders are large and seem tight underneath the cotton of his shirt, your hands flex at the sides of your body. You couldn’t even see his face but knew he was attractive just by the back of his head. “Sir”

The waiter stepped in front of you as the gentleman stood from his chair, your eyes trailing up the length of him until he stood a few inches above you.

Your eyes widen just a smidge when he turns to look at you, he was handsome. Ocean blue eyes and a jaw that could cut you, his lips just the right thickness and his tongue picks out to wet them. “Hey” you whisper the thump of your heart rings in your ears. The nervous butterflies in your belly begin to fizzle as you watch his eyes travel down the length of your body, a crease appearing between his eyebrows and his jaw hardens. “Y/n?” He questions as though he can not believe the person standing in front of him is his blind date, no way would Topper have hooked him up with a damn church girl.

The dress that Topper had given you left everything to imagination, the skirt stopped mid calf, the neckline sat too high for Rafes liking. Literal church bells went off in his head when he looked at you. “Yeah I’m y/n”.

Before Rafe can say anything else the waiter ushers you to your seat, taking a seat he pushes you in closer. You don’t miss Rafe’s eyes shooting to the exit and back to you as though he’s contemplating ditching. “Right right.. um how are you?”.

You can tell he’s not interested, he hasn’t even looked at your face. His eyes fixated on the god awful dress Topper made you wear, you knew it had to be a joke. This guy looked extremely rich but did not give off billionaire vibes but also Topper was definitely messing with him, no way would someone who likes conservative girls raise an eyebrow at this dress.

A part of you felt hurt that he’d put you in this situation, your cheeks redden in embarrassment. “I’m fine thank you, how are you?”.

He’s eyes have finally left the god awful dress but now peer down at his watch, he doesn’t even look up when you speak, the crease in his eyebrow a permanent fixture now. “Yeah good”.

Silence falls between the two of you, slipping your hand into your purse and you quickly text Topper telling him he’s an asshole and owes you for putting you in such an embarrassing situation. “Okay so, Topper made me go on this blind date. I’m not really looking for anything serious” he states, his eyes now reach your own and the crease flattens just a little. “Right..sure”.

Heat travels through your veins, causing your cheeks to flush in embarrassment for the second time already. You don’t miss the deep sigh he takes, as though this is the hardest thing he’s had to sit through.

You try to keep your facial expressions simple, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you are angry at his words. His eyes leave yours and instead scan across the quiet restaurant as though he was looking for someone better to occupy his time. His fingers rub at his knuckles, and you can feel his leg bouncing against the feet of the table. “So how do you know Topper?” You question, you too did not want to be here. Dressed in something your grandma would wear, the high collar itching at your neck.

He finally meets your eyes and it’s as though he takes a proper look at your face, slightly taken away with the simple beauty of your natural looks. His eyes do a once over, taking in the curve of your lips which are coated in a soft pink colour. “Grew up with him”.

His eyes are back looking across the room, annoyance radiates from you as you cross your arms across your chest. He doesn’t ask you how you know Topper, he doesn’t even give you a bit of background on growing up with Topper. Instead, he pulls his phone out and starts typing a message, the crease of his eyebrow deepens as his fingers harshly tap at the screen. “I am going to use the bathroom”.

The sound of his grunt has you quickening your pace to get away from him, your chest feels heavy with anger but mostly embarrassment. You were angry at Topper for putting you in the dress just to get a rile out of Rafe, you could see how turned off he was with the whole outfit. Thankfully you had known Topper for many years and knew he enjoyed a prank. Tonjust never expected to be the main part to the prank, thankfully you had brought a back up dress in the car, you made a mental note to kick the shit out of him when you see him next and slip out the exit, B lining towards your car you made a quick change in the back seat.

As you stepped back inside the waiter who had walked you to your table earlier went to greet you again but stopped mid-sentence when he realised he had already greeted you prior, his eyes drop to the dress you wore.

“Oh. Um, wait”.

Confusion etched on his face as he looked back at your empty seat in front of Rafe, he was sprawled back in his chair as he texted on his phone, Unaware of your wardrobe change, unaware of anything around him in all honesty. “Yeah, don’t even worry about it, but I do need your help…”.

Rafe finally looks up from his phone when Topper tells him you’re a nice person and he made you wear the dress. He was even more angry now knowing he must have acted like a real douchebag; he didn’t want to go on a blind date.

So, when you showed up in a damn old ladies dress, he couldn’t hide the distaste, it just proved even more that he was not interested in dating. Sure, he shouldn’t be wanting a female for their body only, but he wasn’t going to shack up with some prude who only puts out once a year. He was a busy man who enjoyed sex, he wasn’t going to give up his healthy way of destressing. The other alternative was coke, and he wasn’t going back down that route.

He notices you the moment you lay your hand upon the waiter’s chest, you’d changed your dress. His eyes roam the length of your body, the material stops mid-thigh, the colour black flatters your bronzed skin. The dress clings to your body, soft curves and thick thighs cause his mouth to drop open just a touch. His skin pricks from the heat radiating up his body, he has this urgent need to touch your skin. Kiss the curve of your neck and bury his hands between your legs but most of all show that waiter who you belong to.

He doesn’t like the way the guys eyes drop to your chest, eyeballing your cleavage as though you weren’t on a date with the richest man in the building. He pushes back on his chair causing the legs to scratch against the marble flooring, the sound echoes throughout the building. Rafe’s eyes stay on the waiter who’s now looking over at the noise, Rafe can see the nervous tick of his wrist as he tries to step away from your grasp. “Oh, Rafe, just the person I was coming to see… I found someone else to spend my night with. Someone who’ll give me the time of day” You purr, leaning your weight into the side of the waiter. “This is Carlos”.

You can feel the tremble of Carlos as he looks up at Rafe who stands a few inches taller than him, you feel him step closer to the bar putting space between the two of you. Rafe is quick to place his hand on your waist, a shiver runs through your spine and his fingers tighten on your hip. “Felt that” he whispers, his eyes still on Carlos who has now rounded the bar and hidden himself behind a tray of drinks as though Rafe might punch him for even looking at you. “We will take 2 shots of tequila” Rafe states, nudging you towards the seat at the bar.

You take a seat on the stool, leaning your elbow on the bar as you watch Carlos pour small glasses of Tequila. He keeps quiet and pushes them towards you, Rafe grabs both glasses and passes you one. Your fingers touch briefly only to cause goosebumps to litter your skin. Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips you throw the drink back in one quick gulp, Rafe follows behind moments after.

He slaps the glass down on the bar and sprawls his palm over your thigh, crowding his body into yours. He’s got your back pressed against the chair, your head bent slightly to look up at him. “Were you in on this prank with Topper?” he questions, the smell of Tequila kisses the tip of your nose. His mouth is slightly open, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. His once light blue eyes darkened over as he took in the sight of you. “No, I wasn’t”.

You had been confident and ready to show him what he could have had, ready to leave the restaurant the moment he noticed you in a different dress. But the look in his eye and the way his skin felt on yours had your stomach full with butterflies, your panties grew wetter just at the sight of him. The hand on your thigh pushed apart your legs so he could step between them. “So, you don’t usually dress like a 40 year old woman?”

“No”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes”

He slides his hands up the base of your neck and his thumb strokes your throat, another arm reaching out to scoot you to the edge of the chair where his thigh meets your already drenched cunt. “You're very pretty” he whispers, mouth on yours before you can react. His tongue is everywhere, you can taste him and the tequila which send you into a frenzy of unknown feelings.

A muffle moan slips from your lips, Rafe presses further into your body at the sound. Fingers gripping your throat tightly, he pulls away for a moment to look down at you.

His lips wet with your saliva, eyes hooded as lust overtakes every sense in his brain. “Are you going to take me to yours?” You question, biting down on your lower lip. Instead of answering he’s lifting your body off the stool and carrying you out of the building bridal style. “Throw the drinks on my tab carlos” he shouts as he exits the building with you in his arms, his legs moving at a ridiculous speed towards his big truck.

Not even 5 minutes go by and you're being dragged out of the car and into a huge home. Much bigger than the home you grew up in and you questioned exactly how rich this guy was. “Don’t get nervous now pretty girl” he whispers, his teeth brushing your earlobe as his arms wrap around your waist, pushing you up the stairs and into his bedroom. “How rich are you!” You exclaim when you see the size of his room, a very big bed against the windows and a chandelier that looks to cost about the same amount as your car hangs from the ceiling. “Very”.

He pushes you against his bed, your body bounces slightly against the plush mattress. His hands travel up your calves, giving you a soft massage until he reaches the bottom of your dress. “Can I?”

He’s showing a much nicer side of him now and you're feeling a sense of whiplash, confused he’s asking for permission but very much liking it. “Please”.

It comes out almost like a plea and he chuckles under his breath, pushing up the material of your dress until it sits on your hips. He looks almost mesmerized by your thighs as his fingers grope at the flesh, pulling your legs apart so he can sit between them. “Fuck.. your actually perfectly.. Topper is an asshole for trying to hide you from me”.

A blush creeps up your chest and he dips to press open mouth kisses to your thighs, your panties are completely drenched now. The inside of your thighs damp as he practically sucks your skin into his mouth, his nose bushes against your aching pussy sending electric bolts up your spine.

“Oh… shit”

“Like that pretty girl? Want me to eat this sweet little pussy? I’ll devour it and have you scream my name, imprint the feeling of my tongue on your cunt and have you begging for it again and again” he almost growls, pressing a kiss to your mound and looking up at you through his lashes. You're a panting mess, sweat drips from your forehead already. “Yes.. yes please Rafe”.

He pulls your panties to the side and pushes all the air in his lungs out of his nostrils, eyes mesmerized by the sight of your bare pussy. It’s wet and practically begging for him, he doesn’t waste time and licks the full length of your pussy. “Fuck” you cry, arching your back off the bed and grinding your hips into his face.

He presses his palm to your stomach to stop you from moving, eating you out almost delicately, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. One hand scratches at his scalp trying to pull him as close as possible, your other hand moves to slip your breasts out of your dress. Rolling your erect nipple between your fingers, Rafes eyes lift up to watch you. His dick straining in his pants.

“You’re such a fucking pretty little thing, you like this? Let me give a taste of what’s to come” he groans, easing a finger into your wet hole. “oh god” you cry as he adds a second finger, bringing a third finger close behind. Stretching you wide he slides his fingers in and out, you can hear how wet you are as he finger fucks you. Bringing his mouth back down to your clit, you just about scream when he curls his fingers inside of you. “I’m so close” you whine, clenching around his fingers with each brush to your g spot. “Yes, yes! Like that oh fuck”.

All you see is white as your body gives into the best orgasm of your life, practically convulsing under his touch. He doesn’t withdraw his fingers until you lay flat staring up at the ceiling in shock. “You're very vocal,” he says, moving his body to hover over you. Your cheeks flush pink in embarrassment but he’s quick to grip your jaw and press his lips to your mouth. “I fucking love it”.

Your mouths are all over each other, fighting for dominance before he pulls away and kisses your neck and collarbones. Moving his lips to your breasts and sucking softly at your nipple while the other hand palms the other one. You reach between the two of you and begin unbuttoning his shirt, he pulls away for a few seconds to remove the material. Your hands wander over his shoulders and you push him away from you, pushing him to lay on his back to repay him but kissing and biting down his chest and stomach, placing small kisses at the waistband of his shorts.

He sits back and watches you under hooded eyes, enjoying the slowness you take. He’s so used to rushing with women, wanting a quick fuck and throwing them out. But with you it’s different he has this urge to take care of you and fuck you slow, he’s not sure where these feelings are coming from.

You pull at his shorts and throw them on the floor, his legs spread open for you. Your eyes practically assault him as you stare at the bulge in his underwear, the black contrast on his skin has you dripping all over again. “Like what you see?” He questions, his hands are up behind his head and you momentarily forget there was a person connected to the huge cock in front of you. “Very much, I think I’ll like it more once I get rid of these” you state, gripping the waistband and looking up at him for a moment, he sends you a quick nod and you pull down the material, your inside clenching as his cock springs free and hits his lower stomach. Pre cum spurts out and you have an urge to lick it from him and that’s exactly what you do, he groans loudly and grips a handful of your hair. Your mouth sucks at his tip, slowly pulling him in deeper and deeper until he hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly. “Jesus Christ… this fucking mouth is perfect” he breaths out through his nose and squeezes his eyes closed, your mouth works against him, your hand cups his balls and you can tell he’s holding himself back. His fingers clench and unclench your hair, as though he’s fighting with himself. You pull away for a moment “you don’t need to hold back, you can be rough”.

He pulls you up towards his head moving your legs to straddle him, your hands lay flat either side of his head and your tits hang in his face. “I’m going to fuck you now, I want to feel this pretty little pussy around me okay?” His hand cups your cunt and you nod frantically, wanting to feel him stretch you so bad. His eyes spark with color and he reaches over to his bedside table, grabbing a loose condom from the drawer. You watch as he rips the foil packet and hands you the condom, your hand reaches down between the two of you and you roll it over his throbbing cock, it’s warm and you're eager for it to fill you.

You lower yourself onto him, just the tip at first, already this felt too good. Dropping lower until his cock stretches you wide, both your breaths jagged and sharp. “Fuck this feels like heaven” he moans, his big hands find home on your hips. He watches you find your confidence, bringing your body back up off his cock and drop back down, grinding your hips with each thrust. Your hands splay upon his chest as you brace yourself on him. He slides one hand up from your hip, tickling you as he brushes under your breasts, giving them a soft squeeze before moving to your throat. Wrapping his fingers around the base, his thumb strokes you momentarily before pressing slightly into your windpipes, causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You like the feeling of being trapped, bouncing harder against him until the familiar tingle floods your vein. “Fuck” you cry, your clit is aching needing some attention. You reach between the two of you to fondle the bud. “Rafe”

He flips the two of you over, pushing your legs apart and up towards your shoulders. His eyes drink in the site of your wet stretched hole, wide open for him and only him. He pushes back inside of you and deepens his pace, you can feel everything and it’s making you dizzy. “You like this? Like the feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you? Should have fucked you in that grandma dress, coated it with my cum and given it back to Topper” he growls, pinching your clit between his fingers. “FUCK” you scream, your finger nails scratch up the length of him. Desperately trying to get him closer, he kisses and sucks at your neck leaving little marks of ownership on you. “I’m goi-ing to come”.

Gripping his shoulders he quickened his pace, slipping his arm between you and the mattress to angle your hips just a little higher.

“Fuck, fuck” “fucking perfect y/n”.

Hearing your name sends you off the edge and you crash around him, pussy pulsating around his heavy cock. Nails so deep in his skin you're sure he’s bleeding, vision blinded by white hot heat. He’s close behind as he curses over and over again into your neck, you can feel his cock trembling within you. He half collapses on you, bodies sticking together and your synchronized breaths fill the still room. A million different thoughts run through your brain when you come to terms with what just happened.

However Rafe notices the change in the atmosphere and slowly pulls out of you, moving to lay beside you with a humph. “Well that was the best blind date of my life… Topper has a lot of explaining to do, can’t believe he’s been hiding you from me” he grins, his pearly white teeth and crinkles by his eyes sets the butterflies off in your belly all over again.

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[mattrempeswife]

FOR MY WILLIAM.

pairing: dad!matt rempe x actress!reader

genre: fluff, romance, domestic, slice of life, light drama.

warnings: pregnancy-related themes (nausea, fatigue, physical discomfort), public attention, lots of emotions, soft!matt rempe, minor language.

summary: your relationship with matt has never been a secret, not the whirlwind romance, not the wedding, and definitely not the baby growing inside you. at 32 weeks pregnant with your first son, you’re still showing up for your husband, even if your ankles are swollen and your bladder hates you.

notes: hope you enjoy this dad!matt x actress!reader one!! william is actually a name i used in a previous one-shot for matt (posted back in sept 2024), and i thought why not bring him back but with a famous reader this time? hope you like it!!

You were thirty-two weeks pregnant, running on exactly three hours of sleep, a half-eaten protein bar, and the kind of determination that only true love or stubbornness could fuel.

“I swear to God,”

You mumbled under your breath, lowering yourself slowly into the cushioned WAGs section seat at Madison Square Garden.

“If I have to pee before second period again, I’m filing a complaint with the universe.”

A couple of the girls around you laughed. You were trying to be a good sport.

Really.

But your back hurt, your feet were starting to swell, and the baby, William, named weeks ago and already kicking like a future athlete was currently headbutting your bladder.

Still, you were here.

Because Matt was playing.

And that meant you would be too.

You and Matt never played the ‘secret relationship’ game. From the first time paparazzi caught him picking you up from a late-night table read, to your surprise wedding announcement last fall, your life together had been on full display. You were an Emmy-winning actress with a decade in the spotlight. He was the NHL’s favorite giant with fists of fury and a heart made of marshmallows.

When you got pregnant, it wasn’t a leak. It was an announcement, joint Instagram posts, interviews, baby bump on late night shows.

Matt didn’t want to hide a single second.

“He’s already the best thing I’ve ever done,”

He said during a pregame interview once.

“Well, besides marrying Y/N. But I think he gonna be taller than both of us combined.”

You’d blushed watching that clip.

You were always blushing when it came to him.

The first period started slow.

The Rangers were struggling to get on the board. You sipped water, adjusting your jersey with Rempe stitched across your shoulders and tried not to let your body complain too loudly.

Matt skated hard. You could see it even from here. Shoulders tense, eyes sharp, jaw set.

He’d told you this morning, rubbing your belly as you lay in bed, that he had a ‘feeling’ about tonight.

“I’m scoring one,”

He said confidently, tracing light circles on your bump.

“For you. And for him.”

“You sure he’s not gonna kick every time you check someone into the boards?” you teased.

“He’s my kid. He’ll love it.”

Second period. Still 0-0.

You shifted again, trying to ignore the growing ache in your lower back. Emelie reached over and handed you a little heating pad, pre-warmed in her bag.

“You good?” she whispered.

You nodded.

“Just feel like I’m carrying a future linebacker.”

“He’s gonna come out skating,”

She said with a wink. “Helmet and all.”

You laughed quietly, one hand resting instinctively over your stomach. William gave a little kick back, like he was listening. You smiled to yourself. He always kicked during games.

Always when Matt was close.

Midway through the third period, tension was thick. The game was still tied. Fans were getting louder. The announcers were probably frothing at the mouth.

You were about to shift again when you saw it.

Matt on the breakaway.

He caught a pass, controlled it clean, dodged a defender with surprising grace for a guy his size, and shot a laser right through the goalie’s glove side.

GOAL.

The crowd exploded.

So did your heart.

But it wasn’t until Matt turned, skating backwards with a smile that could light the city, that he did it.

He looked right at your section.

Pointed directly at you.

And yelled, loud enough that every mic caught it.

“For my Y/N and William!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth.

The arena lost it.

You heard shrieks, gasps, cheers. Phones went up. The camera flashed to your stunned, overwhelmed face. You were crying, actual, hormonal tears while laughing.

You waved back, breath catching.

Matt grinned like a man who’d just won something bigger than any game.

By the time he got off the ice, he was still glowing.

You met him in the tunnel, security easing the crowd aside.

“Hey,” he breathed, sweaty and grinning.

“You said his name,” you said, eyes still glassy.

“I told you,”

He shrugged, stepping close, careful hands brushing your arms,

“I had a feeling.”

You reached up, cupped his jaw.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it.”

He kissed you gently, sweetly, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.

“I’m taking you home,”

He said, rubbing your bump.

“You need to eat and rest and let me brag about our boy kicking mid-goal like a true Rempe.”

You snorted. “He was kicking because I almost peed myself when you screamed.”

“Same thing.”

Back at your apartment, you curled up in bed with Matt at your side and William doing gentle flips in your belly. The TV was on, but muted, the sports segment was playing your clip on a loop.

You and Matt. His shout. Your reaction. The Internet’s obsession.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“We’re trending again.”

“I hope he’s not camera shy,”

Matt said, kissing your temple.

“Honestly?” you whispered, leaning into him,

“He’s going to be just like you.”

Matt grinned, palm resting on your stomach, feeling for the next little kick.

“I really hope so.”

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hello! May I request Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos with an MC who had a crush on Barbatos, but hides it? Not very well, like you could tell they like him but they want to stay civil just in case Barbatos doesn’t like them back, that kind of thing.

If not that’s completely fine! Thank you!

Hello! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Lucifer's, Diavolo's and Barbatos' reactions to MC having a crush on Barbatos

Contains: Fluff

GN! reader

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

The fantastic tree Vs MC's attraction to butlers

You tried to be composed. Tried was the keyword, but your cheeks warmed whenever Barbatos looked your way, and your pulse sped up when he came close. The others noticed these tell-tale signs, though you hoped you were subtle. The situation could be… a bit embarrassing, after all. What if Barbatos didn’t feel the same way?

Lucifer:

Lucifer wasn’t blind. He had noticed how your gaze lingered a little too long on Barbatos or the way you’d fluster slightly when the butler was around. In classic Lucifer style, he remained outwardly neutral, but deep down, he found it rather amusing. In his mind, he didn’t doubt that Barbatos was aware of it, too. After all, nothing escaped Barbatos's attention.

One day, Lucifer decided to tease you a bit. “You seem a little… off today. Is there something on your mind?” His voice was even, yet there was a glint in his eyes.

Your cheeks colored instantly. “Oh, no! Just… thinking about, uh, some things,” you stammered, averting your eyes.

“Is that so?” Lucifer’s lips curved slightly as he leaned back, looking amused. “I imagine some things can be quite distracting.” He let the words linger just enough to make you glance nervously in Barbatos's direction. Lucifer’s smirk only deepened.

Diavolo:

Diavolo was nothing short of delighted by the entire situation. He’d picked up on your bashful glances early on and found it charming. For him, it was a rare source of entertainment in an otherwise regimented day of royal duties. Diavolo had a soft spot for you, and a little innocent teasing wouldn’t hurt.

One day, as you all gathered for tea, Diavolo nudged you with a knowing grin. “You always seem so polite around Barbatos,” he said warmly. “It’s sweet how you hold him in such high regard.”

Your face turned red as you tried to laugh it off, saying, “Oh, well, Barbatos is… He’s… a remarkable butler.” You fumbled with your words as Diavolo chuckled. “Indeed, he is.”

He looked to Barbatos, hoping his loyal friend might catch on, but Barbatos maintained his usual serene expression. Still, Diavolo was certain Barbatos wasn’t unaware of your little crush.

Barbatos:

Barbatos had indeed noticed. He was too perceptive not to. The subtle hints in your body language, the occasional stammer, or the way your gaze lingered before you quickly looked away—it didn’t take long for him to catch on.

Barbatos respected your desire to stay composed and civil, and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But he couldn’t deny he was somewhat intrigued. He found your earnestness endearing, and perhaps he even felt a hint of warmth himself.

One day, as you were in the kitchen together, you almost dropped a tray when Barbatos leaned in to help you with the teapot. He gave you a gentle smile. “Do be careful. I would hate to see you hurt yourself.”

The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, but you tried to nod coolly. “Of course, Barbatos. Thank you.” You barely managed to get the words out.

Barbatos’s calm, kind smile lingered as he took in your flustered expression. He spoke in his soft voice, “It’s always a pleasure working with someone so… attentive.” His words were vague but held a subtle hint that made your cheeks flush even deeper.

Later that day…

Lucifer and Diavolo exchanged a knowing glance. Diavolo chuckled and leaned toward Lucifer. “I have to admit, this situation is more entertaining than I expected.”

Lucifer smirked. “Indeed. Though I suspect Barbatos will handle it with his usual grace.”

Diavolo nodded, watching your attempts to avoid Barbatos’s gaze with growing amusement. “Let’s just say, I think we’ll see some interesting developments very soon.”

---

Barbatos, meanwhile, simply observed you from across the room, an almost imperceptible smile on his face. He had all the time in the world, and he was more than willing to see where this went.

[itaipava]

— how f1 boys would act when crushing on someone.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

tries to become your best-friend. and makes sure everyone knows you two are close. actually plays it cool but secretly thinks of you 24/7. tries to deny his feelings and puts himself in the friend-zone so that it hurts less when and if you do. sometimes, his eyes subconsciously drop to your lips when talking to you. always invites you to hang-outs with his friends and unintentionally ends up ignoring or forgetting everyone else and mostly just talks to you or sticks with you. always tries to match your pace when walking together.

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO

casually flirts with you a lot but does so in a joking or playful manner. slow to realize his feelings but doesn’t bother hiding it once he does. goes out of his way to spend time with you and talk to you. so many little touches like slight brushes of the fingertips, a light rub of shoulders, or a game of footsie under the table. is endearingly protective over you and defends you a lot. asks you to text or call him when you get home, or often offers to walk you home himself. unknowingly smiles so big while texting you and lowkey gets embarrassed when someone points it out or when he notices his own reflection in his phone screen.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

looks at you like you must be protected at all costs, but also admires you and thinks highly of you. notices your little quirks and habits, and finds them cute. wants your opinion on things because he cares about what you think. wants to be updated about your life and keeps you updated about his. lots of eye contact. soft yet deep and intense gazes. unintentionally becoming more goofy and energetic around you. smiling uncontrollably when someone mentions your name or when he gets teased about his crush on you. always picking you first for his team when playing games with friends.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

is actually timid about liking you, and tries to teat you like just another friend because he doesn’t want to be too obvious. does subtle things like tagging you in funny posts, or remembering your favorite cake flavor and buying you one on your birthday. throws surprise parties or celebrations for you — your birthday? surprise! you just finished your exams? surprise, again! sends you memes and tiktok videos at 3 a.m. his words are neutral but his body language shows his feelings; can’t look at you directly without getting slightly flustered, especially when you’re in public or when surrounded by friends. sometimes becomes tongue-tied in the most adorable way when talking to you.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

becomes more talkative and tends to ask a lot of questions about you. he tries not to overdo it but he’s just genuinely curious and interested. tries to find excuses to hold your hand; subtly grasping your hand just a little longer after a high-five or asks for your hand so that he can “read your palm” or compares hand sizes for the hundredth time. lingering gazes and touches when you’re around people. always buys you little snacks that you like. if you just casually makes a comment about how a certain color looks great on him, he remembers that and wears that color even more around you.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

more smiley around you but is also generally chill. always tries to initiate conversations with you and keeps it flowing. he’s slow to realize his feelings, so his friends are more likely to notice it first. loves to tease you and loves it even more when you tease back. the type that probably won’t look away when you make contact but also gets flustered and a little annoyed when someone interrupts the moment. initiates hang-outs with just the two of you and likes to take you to his favorite spots, but claims that it’s not a date unless you want it to be.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

enjoys teasing you, but in a good-natured way; pinches your cheeks and ruffles your hair; steals the last piece of chips from you, only to buy you a whole new bag afterwards. showers you with compliments and also likes to help you with things — basically becomes your cheerleader and personal assistant. his voice or tone changes when talking to you, like he might be mad at someone and talking to them in an angry tone but as soon as he turns to speak to you, his voice becomes softer and sweeter. stalks your social media because you’re so beautiful and he can’t get enough of you. and he always comments on your posts, even if it’s a provocative comment, but he’s always there.

[roadkillremi]

Catch Me.

Billy Loomis X F!Reader X Stu Macher

MasterList

Warnings : MINORS DNI,( the following is all consented ) degrading, tying up, chasing around with a knife, chasing through woods, language, exposing the readers chest, a small grinding moment

Summary : Billy and Stu love to play their little games on Reader. This time it's a game of cat and mouse in the woods. But what happens when she makes it past the woods?

Billy reflected his sick games onto you all the time. He would pick out clothes for you to wear. They would be the most feminine and dainty things. This time it was a white night gown that went to your ankles. Billy smiled at you, "So pretty.". You looked up at him, "Billy I wanna go to bed.". He looked at you, "and leave me alone?". You darted your eyes around the room.

"No- I'm just tired." You whined. Billy shook his head, "You should have thought of that earlier. Before you called me all needy and shit.". You looked down ashamed of yourself, Billy grabbed your chin.

"It's okay, baby. Let's play a game, hm?". You looked up at him, "Billy I'm bad at games." You whispered.

"Shh, not at this one. Now let's play one of your favorites when we were kids.". Your eyes widen and you shook your head.

"Yes. Let's play cat and mouse in the woods." He grabbed your wrist taking you outside. You breathed heavily, you were sure it was another psychotic break from his mother leaving. He walked to the border of the woods.

"You run. I count to 15.".

"What about Stu?-" you whispered. Billy looked into the woods, "You know what happens when I catch you. So Run.".

"Billy. I'm scared." You said softly. He looked over at you, "Do you know what to say when you're uncomfortable?". You nodded, "What is it? What's the word?". You swallowed, "Parrot." Billy nodded, "Now run." He demanded. You took off wincing at the pain of your bare feet hitting the sticks. You glanced behind you, nothing yet. You stumbled down a hill tripping onto your knees. You hissed in pain, you heard Billy's boots against the leaves. You stood up quickly trying to find a hiding spot. You darted around finding two big rocks to hide between. You hated to admit it, but you loved running from Billy. He knew it and that's why he did this to you. You heard a low whistle and foot step. You looked down at the ground trying to steady your breath. Billy squatted by one opening of the rocks.

"Found you."

You crawled out the other end and ran off. You knew if you ran far enough you'd make it to Stus house. And you'd win.

His heavy steps were close behind you. The cold air stung your lungs. You pumped your arms faster as you saw Stus house in the distance. You felt relief in you and tried to run faster in the field of overgrown grass. Billy's footsteps grew faster and louder, you stumbled upon the porch. You banged on the door, "Stu! Stu! Open up!". Stu opened the door and you ran in and slammed the door shut. Stu looked at you a bit surprised.

"What's wrong?" He asked. He held you close to his lanky body.

"Someone's chasing me!" You panted, a knock on the door echoed. You shook your head, "Don't answer it, Stu.". Yes I backed up from him as Stu opened the door with a soft chuckle. Billy walked in and looked at you.

"This is the farthest she's made it..." Stu said with a wide smile. Billy nodded, "It is. She usually trips so God damn much.". You backed up into the couch causing you to fall. Billy and Stu walked into the living room looking down at you. Billy squatted, "What now, Bunny?".

"I-I won!" You fussed. Billy smiled and gently grabbed your chin.

"So naive. So dumb. So Pretty. That's why you're our final girl." He said grinning. Stu sat you up right, "Look at your dress it's all dirty.". You looked at Billy, "He made me wear it.". Stu put his finger on his chin, "Better take it off so I can wash it.". You shook your head, "No.". Billy stared at you, he leaned into your ear.

"Are you still wanting to play?"

You nodded, he backed away before standing up.

"Stu take her upstairs." He demanded. Stu grabbed at your hips, you pushed him away getting up. Stu took out his pocket hunting knife flicking the blade up. Billy gave Stu a small nod, you ran up the stairs. Stu laughed running after you, "Come on! Don't be scared, baby!". You ran around the hallways before locking yourself in a bathroom. Stu banged on the door, "Let me in!". You stayed silent, "I know you're in there.". The doorknob jiggled aggressively before it went silent. You stayed there waiting for a sign of him. You slowly creaked the door open looking down the hall. You stepped out silently walking, Billy pushed you against the wall.

"Get off!" You fussed. Billy smiled, "Got her.". Stu huffed, "I wanted to catch her.". Billy glared at him, "Then handle the brat.". He threw you towards him, Stu grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his room.

"You're okay with this?" Stu asked softly. You nodded, "Yes, Stu.". He smiled pushing you onto the bed, Billy walked in holding rope.

"Let's see if she wants to be a rope bunny for us.". Billy grabbed your ankles. You kicked at him trying to fight it off. He smacked your leg leaving a red sting. He tied your ankles together tightly. You kept fighting against Stu as he tried to grab your wrists. He put his knife up to your neck, you stopped fighting him. You stared up at him instead, Stu smiled and grabbed your wrists tying them together.

"What now?" You ask softly. Billy tilted his head to the side, "We hurt you." He smiled. Your eyes widen, he chuckled "Don't worry.". He grabbed Stus knife dragging it down your nightgown.

"It won't last long.".

Stu stood above you staring down at you. He grabbed your face smooshing your cheeks.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Its the stuff you like.". He let go of your face and back away with a wide smile. Billy pushed your ankles up revealing your underwear to the two men.

"Seems like she's enjoying it." He smiled. He put his knee onto your clothed cunt. He pushed it down watching you whine beneath him.

"Poor little whore. So needy for us." Billy whispered. Stu watched intensely, "Should've thought twice before calling us. Telling us how much you wanted us." Stu cooed. You groaned causing Billy to apply more pressure. You moaned softly grinding against his knee. He smacked your thigh causing you to yelp.

"fucking whore." Billy muttered. Stu hiked up your night gown more revealing your chest.

"No bra either." He tsked looking back at Billy. You grunted, "Asshats" you Whispered. Both the boys looked up at you, "Let her go" Billy Whispered. Stu backed up obeying Billy. Billy got up and left the room, Stu followed. You stared at the door and yelled their names.

No answer. You yelled again and again until your voice grew tired. After what ft like hours Billy walked in.

"Done being a little bitch?"

You nodded, he cut the top letting you free. He gently picked you up out of the bed carrying your tired body out of the room. Stu was in the hall waiting for you, "Is she okay?" He whispered. Billy shrugged carrying you downstairs laying you on the couch. Stu kneeled down to your level.

"Did we go too rough?"

You shook your head, "No, just tired.". Stu nodded before sitting on the couch snuggling you. Billy sat on the other end, his hand placed firmly on your thigh.

[pullupinarari]

The Secret of Us [LH]

III. Fuck, it was chemical

summary: a 5 chapter miniseries in which Lewis chooses you to coordinate one of his new projects, but the instant spark flicking between the two of you makes the professional lines grow a little blurry. do the both of you feel the same?

author’s note: a 20 day break in between chapters 2 and 3 because I have been struggling with some kind of writer's block. this is NOT proofread, there's probably typos and nonsense words, and it's genuinely bad. I'm sorry.

warnings: this has a bit of a smutty part where some kind of masturbation tries to take place

• masterlist

wc: 11 109 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

As weeks passed by, the romantic encounters between you and Lewis have become more recurrent. Whenever the driver was free, every weekend in his agenda was yours, flying back and forth if needed so he wouldn’t skip any of your Wednesday's meetings. 

The shared scones, the small flowers he would pick up on the way to the bakery every Sunday morning, the warm cuddles that made it seem like your bodies would merge into just one - your fingers intertwined, your limbs connected as you two spooned on the couch, with Lewis’ lips landing careful, sweet kisses on your cheek and the crook of your neck. Every single detail helped soften your heart a little more, growing more comfortable beside the man, getting more and more used to spending your free time with him. 

And every single week, your meetings would have a different meaning to them. In public, you would stick to formal handshakes, keeping your bodies and mouths to yourselves, remaining professional for everyone to see. The discreet yet intense glances that you would share, would still be there - a way to speak to each other without using words, keeping all focus in the other’s eyes, smirks, the small details in each facial expression that you would share. 

But, inside the four walls of your office, the scenario was completely different. Lewis would immediately wrap his arms around your shape, his face hiding in the crook of your neck as his lips would attach to your skin, taking in your scent that he misses so much when you’re away, focusing on embracing your figure as close as he possibly can. 

While discussing project-related topics, trying to pick the right design for each piece, the man couldn’t hold himself from paying more attention to your beauty, to your features, to how soft your skin feels against his own - hearing your words, but daydreaming about how lucky he is, feeling grateful for having you, for being allowed to touch you, to discover you, to share his days with you. 

If someone would have the chance to see you together, they would immediately think of the two of you as a couple in love, so in love that everyone around you could feel the intense passion crashing between your figures. 

All the cute, romantic dates that would take place in each other’s homes, candlelit dinners, slow mornings wrapped in the sheets, loud, fun, comfortable showers, even catching some sun in the backyard - everything was an excuse for you to be together, for your bodies to be as close as if you were just one. And it feels like nothing can tear you two apart - getting to know the other more and more as time passes by, growing familiar with each other, to the point of already knowing each other’s quirks by heart.

Lewis can’t even hold back the enamoured facial expression he gives you every time, hearts mirroring his gaze whenever you come into sight, loving how he can remember each small detail about you and your personality, focusing on everything that makes you even more special in his eyes. 

Attracted by how simple of a person you are in your personal life, how you admire the little things in every day: the sun, a good slice of pizza, a laugh with your friends, a shared cuddle session on the sofa with Lewis. In his heart, it gives him an extra hope: you are a simple soul, not really caring about all the luxury that he can provide you. So, if you love a good cup of coffee and your toast the simple way, maybe you can love him for who he is, as well. 

He can’t help but dream about a life beside you, of sharing his apartment with you full-time, giving you half of his closet so your clothes would take up all the space you’d like, waiting for you to come home from work while the man cooks dinner for the two of you. Lewis can’t quite figure out why yet, but you manage to bring out his most domestic side, the side of him that wants to settle down with the right one, have babies, dedicate his entire time to his family, always with the right one - you. 

It’s a nice feeling that erupts in your chest every time you see him, actually. It’s warm, comfortable, almost protective, allowing you to feel special in the man’s eyes, especially once you are wrapped in his arms, your head gently lying in his chest, making you feel safe… almost even too much. 

The truth is: you are not emotionally available to merge yourself in a romantic relationship - at least not in the way that Lewis dreams about. You don’t dream of having kids, of getting married, of finding the love of your life. 

That would have been a thought of the old you, you are sure of it. The old Y/N, the girl who dreamed of a ‘forever’ type of love, of finding her prince charming, believing that you would be happy by his side for the rest of your life. But that’s not true, that’s not real. Reality is: love seems to not exist to you. 

After getting hurt so many times, being deceived by the men you gave a chance to (and more than one, most of the time), your heart got tired of getting broken. Maybe you are the problem. Or maybe you are just unlucky. Maybe you just tend to pick the worst men known to mankind to date. Maybe you put way too high expectations into people who can’t fulfill the scenarios in your head - probably because they always seem way too good to be true. 

So after all this, you slowly come to the realization that you are done with it: with the heartbreaks, with the tears flooding your eyes every time you tried to give your all to someone who gave you nothing back. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do love anymore, not even wasting your time thinking about it. 

And Lewis is a nice guy, you know he is. He brings you flowers, scones, and your cup of coffee. He cuddles you close, kisses your skin tenderly, wraps his arms around your figure safely, making you feel protected and cared for. And maybe that’s where the danger lies. 

Feeling your heart softening up to him is definitely not a good sensation, not for you at least. Lewis absolutely loves it when you stay in bed with him a little longer, finding it hard to leave your place in his chest, your limbs intertwined as you warm each other in between the sheets.

However, as much as your body wants to give in, to kiss him harder, to hug him tighter, the voice in the back of your head seems to never stop reminding you of how dangerous it is to give into this situation even more. You have already given too much of yourself, if you stop and look back at all the dates, all the romantic moments that should have never existed. 

You two were supposed to just have some fun together, and that’s it. In your head, the plan was to go out with him on a first date, meet him in bed, and leave right after. But the man switched everything for you. Changed your ideas, the way everything was supposed to go. 

Now, he is picking you up at work on your lunch break - parking his car a little further from your company’s entrance, so your boss won’t see him - taking you back to his place, where he has cooked a nice meal to share with you, alongside some warm kisses, tender touches, and a genuine smile playing on your lips. 

Deep down, you know that you need to push Lewis away, one way or another. You see him at work, you see him after your office hours. Your brain is continuously delving into him, all the information surrounding the man and everything you know about him. So, after another morning of leaving his house, you decide to make a decision. 

It’s Monday, 10:39 am. Inside the four walls of your office, the sound of your nails tapping on your desk are the only soundtrack stringing your line of thoughts along, mixing with the way your leg keeps bouncing up and down nervously. 

Your eyes scan the email that you just finished writing. Professionally immaculate, written in the right tone, using the most appropriate words, the few lines that inform Sir Lewis Hamilton that the project you’ve been working together on is well advanced, and, for that reason, you believe it’s no longer necessary to schedule weekly meetings with the client, informing the man that, from now on, you will only be scheduling one monthly meeting with him. Adding your boss to the recipients, you take a deep breath before clicking ‘send’. 

It’s done. The first step to keep him away from you, at least while you’re at work. Maybe that can help your brain get a break from the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. 

There’s an unsettling feeling inside of you, you can’t deny it. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to do this, you don’t want to push him away. Deep, deep down, you just want to go home to him, so you two can cuddle on the sofa again, or cook dinner together while sharing stories about what happened during your day at work. 

Your heart feels heavy. But not in a good way, when it feels heavy with love and care. Instead, it’s heavy with sorrow, pain, harsh memories that you would rather forget, but that life insists on bringing back to you. People say that you need to learn to react differently, so the same situations can stop coming to you, right? So maybe this is it. Maybe, this is you reacting differently, not letting Lewis get too close to you, like all other men did - just so he could end up hurting you, manipulating you.

There’s almost an urge to cry, quickly approaching your body as you think about everything again. It’s like a movie playing in your head, making some hot tears tingle in your eyes as Lewis is the one person who’s splattered on the front of your mind. You can’t stop thinking about how happy he makes you, how fulfilled you feel when you’re by his side, in his arms, sharing hours on end with him. 

If your love life hadn’t fucked you up so bad, you know you would be so, so happy by his side. And every time he opens up a bit more to you, sharing his deepest secrets with you, showing how he truly feels when he is with you, it only makes your heart twists in your chest even more, to the point where you can almost feel drops of blood sliding through your insides. 

Why does everything have to be so difficult? You know you are the only problem in this situation, but still: guilt occupies all space in between your organs. You’re the one who’s going to break Lewis’ heart now, just like all those other men did to you. Hurt people hurt people - you guess they’re right now. 

It’s bitter, it’s harsh and it will hurt, but you know it’s for the best. And the driver needs to understand that you’re not the one for him. You could never be. But it seems like he’s not even thinking about any of that, as your phone starts ringing nonstop with messages and calls from him. 

His name appears on your phone screen one time after the other, and it grows consistent every time you decline his calls. “I’m at work, can’t talk right now” - you text him, only to be completely ignored by him, noticing how the man doesn’t stop calling you. He is persistent, and you know he won’t stop until you pick up, even if it will take for him to dial your number countless times for hours.

Still, you stand your ground. Not replying to his endless texts, not picking up his never ending calls, putting your phone on do not disturb mode, so you won’t get bombed with his insistence anymore. 

And it seems to work for a couple hours, at least until you’re almost done with your work for the morning, finishing some essays before your lunch break. 

You managed to fight the urge to touch your phone, to open and check every Lewis’ attempt to reach you, diving in the silence surrounding the four walls of your office, matching the emptiness in your mind as your heart seems to scream on your chest - only to be muffled by the sound of you typing on your computer, trying to focus on what really matters: your job. 

That is, until you’re getting ready to leave your workplace, heading for lunch, just before your secretary is knocking on your door, rushing to let you know that there’s someone that is insisting to talk to you - even after you specifically said you don’t want to meet anyone today. 

- Who is it, Lydia? - you ask the woman in front of you, who’s visibly confused with what to do in that situation.

There’s an annoyed tone leaving your lips that you can’t quite hold back, feeling overwhelmed by the immensity of different feelings inside of you, that definitely makes you not want to see anyone or talk to anyone right now.

- It’s me - a voice erupts through the door, seeing his figure appearing behind your assistant. - This is an emergency and I need to talk to you right now, Miss Y/N. 

There he is: Lewis, standing straight as his eyes pierce yours with a ravishing intensity, almost stealing all the oxygen from your lungs. The closed facial expression on his features lets you know that he is not happy with what you did, and the thought of having to talk to him about it now, makes you bite your tongue. 

You gulp, using all your strength to hold back a sigh that wants to leave your body so desperately. Nodding at Lydia, the woman leaves your office, closing the door behind her - leaving you and Lewis alone. 

- I’m not in the mood to talk, and I was just about to leave for lunch, so please, get straight to the point - you tell him, sipping on your water bottle as you turn your back to him. Your tone is cold, uninterested, not really feeling like having this conversation with the man in front of you now. - Oh, I’ll be fast. Why the fuck did you just cancel all of our weekly meetings? - his words come out harsh, spitting all the annoyance pooling in his own figure, as well. 

There’s the question that you really don’t want to reply to, the conversation you wanted to avoid, the one you wish you wouldn’t need to have. You keep your back turned to him, as your eyes inspect the view of the city from your office. A deep sigh leaves your form before you speak. 

- As I said in my email, the project is right on track. I don’t see a reason for us to continuously meet every week, when most problems are solved, and there’s not much more that needs to be discussed in the current state of the investment. - your tone is flat, not showing much emotion as you try to remain professional, slowly turning to look him in the eyes again, standing your ground as if you were informing him of the most natural thing in this world.

And maybe you are. Maybe everything makes sense. Maybe there’s no need for you two to have meetings all the time, if the project doesn’t require it anymore. However, as much as it might be true, Lewis doesn’t want to accept it. He can’t, in his mind, fathom the idea of not having an entire morning just to yourselves inside of your office, where you would exist for his eyes only - in the exact same way that he feels like he has been existing just for you, as well. 

He sees you almost every night when he is in town, he has you entirely to himself on the weekend’s when he is on break from racing. But still, he can’t help but feel anxious for Wednesday to arrive every week. 

Every Wednesday morning, he wakes up with a tingling feeling in his chest, sensing some nervousness surrounding him as the man anticipates your meeting. He chooses an immaculate outfit - a professional one, to match yours, as he tries to guess what color you’ll be wearing that day, wanting to look good for you, wishing you can desire him just by looking at him, as soon as he walks through the door of your workplace. 

Even if you are really just talking about business and not doing anything forbidden, he loves the adrenaline of taking over your office, moving around as he pleases as he reaches for the opposite side of your desk, only to disturb your focused and professional mindset - by stealing kisses from your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist when you leave your seat at the chair, adorning the skin of your neck with open mouth kisses, loving the way you have to suppress a moan every time he does it, seeing you snaking away from his arms for your own sake, since your boss is in the room next door.  

But even if he doesn’t do anything, he wants to look at your gorgeous face, pray to every small crevice of your skin, begging god to allow your soft hand to touch his as the most intelligent words leave your mouth - blowing Lewis’ mind, as he can’t help but feel so lucky that he has the opportunity to unveil your brain in such an intimate, personal way, seeing how you shine in your field, the way you deserve, like the star that you are. Above it all, he wants your presence. He wants to feel comfortable and warm just by hearing your voice, your laughs, seeing your smile. It has become his weekly boost of serotonin, and he doesn’t want to give up on that. He knows you have a lot of projects to work on, and a lot of meetings to attend, but you can give them any other day. Wednesday belongs to him. 

Walking over to meet your silhouette, the man seems to soften up as he feels your gaze up close. His face is mere inches away from yours, and his fingers are gently reaching for your hand, caressing your skin softly as he tries to ground himself from all the anger that was running in his veins just some minutes ago. He knows you’re right; but he doesn’t want to lose you, the time he has with you. He feeds himself off every second that his eyes land on you, so he tries to convince you to go back on your decision.

- Don’t do this, baby. Please. You know how little time we have to ourselves, and this weekly meeting makes all the difference. - he pleads. 

You know that, that’s why you’re canceling all of them, wanting to cut short all the time you have with him, especially when you spend it in between his arms. 

- Don’t call me baby. We are just work partners that have slept together a few times. That’s it and we are nothing more than just that, Sir Hamilton. - his name sounds cold in your lips, especially due to the way you avoid eye contact with him, the closer he gets to you. 

His eyebrows are furrowed, looking at you with such intensity as he tries to read you, your closed facial expression, your body language. The way your arms are crossed in front of your body, as if to protect your figure, how you force yourself to look away from him, trying to pretend that he is not even there, right in front of you, his frame meeting yours slowly and carefully. 

- You know that’s not true, Y/N. What we have is chemical. And you are so, so much more than just sex to me. - Lewis whispers, his body standing tall in front of you, as his face tries to follow yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible. 

His voice is soft, even sultry as he knows that you agree with him. What you two make the other feel is no joke, and it definitely is not just something that you can label as ‘casual’. It’s not a feeling that you can just turn off tomorrow if you feel like never seeing him again. 

And you know that. That’s why you don’t reply to his statement, gulping as you feel the tip of his finger gently caressing your thigh, slowly pulling up the fabric of your skirt as his eyes never leave you. 

- Say you don’t want me, Y/N. Say it and I’ll leave. I’ll leave this office and your life for good, if that’s what you want. - he is serious as he tries to find answers in you. 

You can’t say it, of course you can’t - the last thing you want in this life is for him to leave you… even if you feel that’s the best thing for the both of you. You bite down your tongue again, sensing some tears threatening to spill from your eyes, due to the constant battle that you have to fight against your own feelings. 

Lewis knows it. And he can see the shine in your eyes growing as you try your hardest to fight back the tears as well, not allowing yourself to relax, to open up, trying to keep your composure - but you don’t have to do it around him. He accepts you just the way you are, with all your flaws and qualities, he wants you to be comfortable enough to be yourself around him, without any masks.

- Baby girl… - he calls softly, melting as your gaze finally connects with his, your arms finally uncrossing with a small sigh leaving your lips, a silent sign that you are giving in again, not having it in yourself to hold the façade that you are trying to carry around with you. 

When you open your arms to welcome him, Lewis immediately attaches his lips to yours, his hands gluing themselves to your waist, holding you close so you can stop running away from him. 

The warmth of your mouth on his own feels right - it’s the only sensation that he longs to chase every day, waiting as much as necessary if that means he can get a taste of your cherry lips once again, even if that moment only comes to him late at night. 

After all, you’re his constant. Believe it or not, knowing that he has one day of the week where he is guaranteed that he will be allowed to see you, even for just a little bit, it’s enough for him - because, in the middle of the driver’s insane world, your meetings, your kisses, are the only thing that can bring him some sense of stability. 

Whenever your bodies meet, you feel alive. You can’t deny that no one else makes you feel the way Lewis does, and maybe you are dumb for trying to turn off this glimpse of light and hope that he has brought you, but, right now, you can’t even think about it - and most importantly, you don’t want to think about it. 

At this moment, as the man is pressing your body against the full-height window that allows your body to have a panoramic view of London, his hands confidently travel through your silhouette, making you focus on his touch, on his sweet lips that are magnetized to yours, allowing your brain to escape the cage of intrusive thoughts that seems to desperately try to tear you two apart.

Your tongues are fighting a silent battle, as your hands snake around his neck, pulling the man even closer to you, as if it was possible, as if your figure isn’t already trapped against the window. For a moment, there’s just the two of you, your gentle hands, your heated kisses, your bodies screaming for each other, feeding yourselves off the neediness, the desire erupting through you. 

Picking you up, the man sits you on the desk, standing in between your legs while your mouths are still connected. Your hands instinctively reach for his shoulder blades, while his fingers slenderly travel down your figure, leaving his print all over your body as he feels the way you grow more touchy, more needy for him. 

It’s like his mouth has power over you, the man being everything you need when your days get hectic, your patience gets low, your body gets tired. Lewis is the one solution to all of your problems, and the world seems to stop, everyone else seems to disappear when his tongue is drawing patterns on the skin of your neck. 

Your breathing grows erratic, your hands reaching for the back of his neck now, your fingers gently pulling on his hair as you bring the man even closer to you, desperately wanting him to make you feel more of the fire that he is slowly lighting up on your body, making you forget about everything else. 

His lips feel hot against your cold skin, that grows warmer due to his touch - gentle, yet so thoughtful, heavy against your soft skin, touching you in your favourite places. He kisses your sweet spot just below your ear, massages your boobs slowly but seductively, making you moan into his mouth, in the middle of a meeting scene that your tongues portray. 

You’re ready for him, like you always are; your body always reacting to his presence, to his aura, to the way you’re both immediately attracted to each other as soon as your eyes land on each other. You don’t want him to leave, you want him to own you, to possess you, right here and now, not giving two fucks about the fact that your door is unlocked, and someone can catch you two - getting a show of the way Lewis’ hand reaches for your core, now that your skirt is all folded up past your hips. 

Your boss could come in right now, finding it strange that Lewis wanted to see you in a hurry. He could question himself about the driver’s clear emergency need to talk to you, worried about some serious problem taking over the project you’re working on together. The man could burst inside your office - he owns the entire place, after all. But instead of being met with a brainstorming session, he would just be met with a provocative image in full display for everyone who wanted to see the way Lewis rubs you through your panties, making you gasp for air, as you try your hardest not to moan loudly. 

The driver learned every detail about your body quickly over the weeks you’ve been together, knowing you and your reactions like the palm of his hand by now. He touches you where you need him the most, kissing down the way of your unbuttoned blouse, his lips feeling how your heartbeat pumps incredibly fast in your chest, feeling it on your skin as he sucks a small hickey just above your left boob. 

Lewis’ fingers rub circles on your pearl through the fabric of your underwear, his digits feeling your wetness soaking the cloth of the lace lingerie that rests under your professional, perfectly neat skirt suit. 

His eyes burn your figure as he loses himself in your sounds, on the way you use him to hold yourself up, trying to keep it together - but clearly failing. He can’t help but groan slightly at the sight in front of him, loving to see you losing it, him being the only reason why you ruin your composure at your workplace, forgetting about all your professional duties when you’re near him. 

The man’s bulge grows in his pants, dreaming about taking you right here, in your office, merging his body with yours while your silhouette effortlessly lays on the desk, in between the piles of documents, papers, information about all the projects you’re working on, all the meetings you have with other people right inside this room. But never in the same way you meet him. 

The air around your figures grows thick, hot, almost making you feel like there’s steam erupting from your bodies, revealing all the desire and passion that you feel for each other, clouding your minds as your kisses and desperate touches speak for the two of you. 

Moaning Lewis’ name quietly, your eyes let him know how badly you want him, and he wants to give in to your needs and pleads so badly, finding it hard to keep it even just slightly together as you try to take off his jacket. 

However, as the fabric starts sliding down his arms, ready to fall to the floor, a gentle knock on your door startles both of you, making your instincts kick in, as you immediately distance your bodies, composing yourselves. 

Quickly fixing your skirt and blouse, you share a compromised look with Lewis while clearing your throat and taking a deep breath, before allowing the person to walk inside. 

- I’m sorry to interrupt, but your next appointment is here, Y/N. - Lydia peaks through the door gently, informing you that you don’t have any more time to dedicate to the driver now, and that your activities will have to be postponed until you’re out of work. 

You nod at her words, seeing how she closes the door again, giving you a couple more minutes to say goodbye to the man in front of you. 

Lewis closes the gap between your bodies again, kissing you hungrily one last time while his soft hands cup your face. 

- My place after you leave work? I’ll cook us a nice dinner - he mumbles while his lips are still faithfully glued to yours - pecking them over and over again, giving you only the chance to nod at his invitation. 

You try to regain your breath as you see him walking out of your office, leaving your body to feel cold and helpless without his touch, his presence, the influence he has on you.  

For the rest of the day, your brain doesn’t seem to be able to concentrate on anything else. Lewis is splattered on the front of your mind, but, unfortunately, it’s not just because of how skilled his fingers are against your skin. 

Your mind works as a factory, creating problems that don’t really exist anywhere besides inside your head. And again, you find yourself feeling guilty. For letting him in again, for giving in to his silky touch, to his warm lips. Losing your mind for him, forgetting about how serious things could have gotten if someone caught you two touching in such an inappropriate way, inside of your office. 

Sighing, you lean on your chair as you stare at the ceiling. There you are: fighting another battle with yourself, forbidding your true self from feeling, from loving who you love, from being happy. Lewis is the one who makes you feel alive. Your heart knows it, so stop denying it. 

However, your brain begs you to be more rational than this. Put your brain cells to use, remember everything that has happened before. All the pain, the cries, the screaming, the hurt, the loneliness that crept on your bones every time you gave love a chance. You can’t do that to yourself again - especially not now, that you finally managed to recover and stand tall again, after all the falling that the damn sensation in your heart put you through. 

Even if you try to play numb and careless, your heart isn’t frozen all the time. As the sun goes up, it instinctively searches for a love, for a reason to beat faster, for someone to drain you in adrenaline, a motive to lose your mind and strictness, reminding you how we all should lose our postures sometimes. 

While your heart is carefully on the look during the day, your mind becomes awake at night, unlike the rest of people, forbidding your body from getting any sleep or rest whatsoever - replaying the most traumatic events of your life, making you relive the way your figure used to contort while you cried yourself to sleep for weeks on end. 

Lewis might just be the one for you, if you think about it with your heart, with all hope and romance that can still inhabit inside of you. But, your brain doesn’t let you believe it, telling you repeatedly that you will be better off without it, letting love go, enjoying just a little fun instead.

Your body hurts, physically feeling the toll that your thoughts take on you. And as your shift comes to an end, you drag your feet across your office, packing up your belongings, so you can finally go home - Lewis’ home, actually. 

Inside his apartment, the man tries his hardest to cook another immaculate dish for you, even while already knowing that you don’t need much to be happy - you appreciate his effort and company either way.

Lewis was lying if he said that he didn’t feel his chest heavy with the urge to see you again as soon as possible, praying that time could go by faster, so you could finally be knocking on his door. 

Having to leave you in the morning, closing the door behind him as he left your office was always the hardest part of the moments he had with you. The distance, the time when you’re apart, are the things that kill him. And every time he hears the doorbell finally ringing, an eruption of anxiety floods through his veins as the man rushes to see you, to get you inside, so he can hug you, kiss you, nestle you on his chest again as you two love so much. 

He wants you, entirely. He doesn’t want just your body, or the steamy moments that you share together. Above all, he wants the kisses, the laughs, the cuddles, the dedication that he is willing to give you. He wants to feel his heart beating faster every time you walk inside his place, always noticing how your smile and your perfume make everything around him seem brighter, happier. 

That’s why he is so desperate for you to come home, to him - as his fingers slightly tremble every time he thinks about the set of keys to his place, that rest in his pocket. A set of keys that will hopefully, belong to you very, very soon, so you can open the door to the place that will be your home as well, officially fully unlocking the door to his heart, as well. 

You finally get to his house, ringing the bell - igniting another loving fire inside of the man, without even knowing anything about it. Lewis opens his arms for you as soon as he opens the door, welcoming you warmly with his embrace, holding you tight and close to the driver’s shape, landing soft kisses on your head as his fingers gently tangle with your hair. 

A deep sigh escapes your body as you wrap your arms around the man’s figure tightly as well, almost holding on to him for dear life as you try your hardest to quiet down the whirlwind of thoughts that has been haunting all day. 

Lewis feels some frustration tensing your muscles, his hand rubbing your back up and down, not breaking the hug until you decide to break it. He senses that something is bothering you, but he has no idea about the tears that escaped your eyes while you were in the car, letting out some of the exasperation that crept on you for hours, since the minute that he left your office. 

Still, it feels like he can put you together, gluing back all your missing pieces with his touch, being patient enough to hold you for as long as you need. And you appreciate it. You appreciate his time, his effort, the silence that strings you two along, the way he doesn’t rush to ask you a bunch of questions immediately, giving you time and space until you decide to talk, not minding the silent touches at all either. 

Once you break the hug, you finally reach to land a small yet soft and caring peck on his lips. Looking into his eyes, you force a small smile to paint your lips and Lewis notices how tired you look - however, in his mind, you just had a tough day at work. He doesn’t even imagine that it was so much more than that - and that he is the reason behind all it. Still, you don’t say much, so the man gets the hint, serving you a plate of food as a way to let you know that he is here, right by your side, and he is going to take care of you for as long as you let him. 

Sitting at the table, you mess with the food on your plate for a second, taking a small bite of it before turning your attention to Lewis’ features again. His eyes are soft whenever he looks at you, and a genuine, kind smile is splattered on his face while he looks at you completely enamoured. 

Silence is still filling the space around you two, while your thoughts are loud in your mind. You can’t help but think of how amazing he is, how he is so thoughtful to always cook you dinner, caring about you like no other man ever did. 

But still. He’s just a man. Just another man that will, eventually, leave you behind once he finds someone better than you. And you notice the love in his eyes; of course you do - he is not subtle at hiding it at all, but maybe he is not even trying to hide it. 

The thing that Lewis wants the most is to be truthful about his feelings. He wants you to know every single emotion that you make rush in his blood, every new sensation that you introduced to him with your presence, with your intelligence and spirit. 

That’s why his hand instinctively reaches for his pocket, where the set of keys that’s destined to you still rests. And as you finally speak to let him know that his cooking is amazing, he just gives you a smile, getting ready to talk to you.

His heart starts beating faster in his chest, clearing his throat while his leg is nervously bouncing up and down. Man up, Lewis. Come on, do it. Do it for her, for you, for your future with her. – the man thinks to himself. 

- I’m glad my cooking can help you a bit after you have a stressful day at work. - Lewis tells you softly. 

You raise one eyebrow slightly, instinctively thinking to yourself that it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t just “a stressful day at work”. Work was just fine, and your day would have been better if he hadn’t showed up at your office, demanding to speak to you after your attempt to distance yourself from him - starting an eruption of different thoughts and feelings inside of you. But still, you don’t reply to his statement, and you decide to show him just a smile in reply. 

Taking a deep breath, the driver decides to continue his train of thought. 

- You know, I really love having you around. I love when you come to my place after you leave work, I love how you have the power in yourself to make every space feel lighter and brighter as soon as you walk in. It’s like magic. - Lewis confesses, feeling all the anxiety running through his body as he tries to read your facial expressions. 

There’s not a lot to read, though. You have an expressionless face, your features don’t show much, while contrasting with your brain, that’s working like the devil’s office. 

You hear Lewis’ speech loud and clear. And the alarm inside of your mind immediately rings, as if an emergency has surfaced. There’s too many ‘I love’ in his line of thinking, and you know how this will end, if you don’t stop him right now. 

So, to avoid hearing an ‘I love you’ coming from him in some minutes, you decide to cut the message the man is trying to pass. 

- I enjoy the time we spend by each other’s side as well. At the end of the day, we’re just having fun. I’m glad this isn’t something that we need to take seriously. - you can almost hear Lewis’ heart shattering as soon as the words leave your mouth, seeing his face falling, the smile disappearing. 

He gulps. His hand leaves his pocket, trying to forget about the keys, the words that he was about to say, the love confession, the idea of you moving in with him - or at least the scenario of you having the keys so you could erupt through his house every time you wanted to. 

You don’t want it, and you just made it very clear, now. No words can describe the way Lewis’ heart has dropped at what you just told him. Sadness immediately washes over him, and you can see it. You notice the shine disappearing from his eyes, his face showing you a dull expression, where all the brightness and happiness have disappeared from. 

And looking back at you, he sees how you look at him coldly, almost as if you have no remorse about it. Seeing his heart shattering in front of you, and still, it’s like you can’t feel a thing, in his eyes.

But you can. Oh God, you feel so much - you’re just good at hiding it. Your face is closed, but your heart is open, ripped in the middle, sensing all your feelings, thoughts and pain washing your figure from the inside. You do feel guilty. You didn’t want any of this to happen, but you need to protect yourself, you need to put an end to all the infinite ‘boyfriend moves’ that Lewis does to you everyday. 

He is not your boyfriend, even if you would love for him to be. But you’re not the one for him, and you could never be. Unconsciously, you ask yourself why. Why did those words leave your mouth? Why is your brain winning, pushing him away, even when your heart is screaming in your chest, making a lump form in your throat from the agonizing pain as you fight back the tears that your body wants to let out so much. But you have no response to your instincts. Maybe it really was a mindless move, but one that’s right. One that will protect you from getting even more hurt in the future. 

You’re both hurt now, though. And the dark, heavy silence that sat at the table in the middle of your bodies lets you know it. It’s like a wall that separates you two, now, making it seem pointless that you’re still here, sitting in front of each other. 

And it’s like Lewis can sense that you’re thinking about leaving, as he finally breaks the silence to reply to your statement. 

- Yeah, you’re right. No strings attached, just two individuals having fun and enjoying their time together. - he replies, forcing a smile on his features as he goes back to eat his food, as if nothing has happened.

You can’t help but feel startled by his words, your eyebrows furrowing at his attitude. He was basically on the verge of confessing his love to you and now… no strings attached? You try to read him, but you can’t. 

Turns out that Lewis isn’t as transparent as you thought he was. On the inside, he is so hurt that this pain could make him disappear in seconds, turning all his feelings and dreams of a life with you into ashes. And he can’t believe that these words just left his mouth, either. But, in the end, the man would rather have you on your own terms, than not having you at all. 

Just two individuals enjoying their time together. That’s why you end up watching a movie on the sofa that night, even if both of you feel stiff from the conversation you had at the table, as if you’re afraid to touch each other after the things that were said. Still, you want the other’s company, so neither of you really wants to leave, or cut the night short. 

You end up sleeping in his bed, feeling way too overwhelmed with all your feelings and struggles to drive back home. And as much as this might sound bad after what you told him, you know that you can always find solace in the man’s embrace. 

But now, as you lay peacefully asleep beside him, Lewis connects all the dots in his mind and everything seems to make sense. He was always amazed by the way you would just go back to work on your computer after having sex with him, not wasting any more time cuddling him in bed right after giving into your pleasure and needs. 

You would always tell him about your tight deadlines whenever he called your name to meet him in bed again, but maybe it was never about the projects and the deadlines. It was because you never saw him as the cuddle type, really, as the type to actually get to know you. And as much as he is so sweet, so thoughtful with you, you never fully opened up to him - always keeping a very private side of you completely locked and unreachable, forbidding anything from coming out, and anything from coming in.

And he understands it now. You never really wanted him, you never really cared about his feelings, you definitely didn’t fall as hard as he did for you. You could feel his love reaching for your heart sometimes, but you never really allowed yourself to touch it as much as you could, as you are able to do. You know how dedicated you are when you are in love, and Lewis definitely deserved that side of you. But unfortunately, he is paying for all the things that other men did to you, and he has to put up with this personality that you created - one that doesn’t believe in love, that doesn’t even want to talk or think about it. 

It runs in your family, really. Your mum and dad had a terrible marriage, you grew up surrounded by fights and lies, the image of what ‘love’ was supposed to be, doesn’t look the same to you as it does for the majority of people. And sometimes, when you think about, you question life, you grow frustrated, and you even put the guilt on your family, on your parents from getting married, for bringing you to this world to such a fucked up childhood, that never taught you what real love felt like, looked like. But there’s no point in putting the blame on someone else. This is your life, and you just need to deal with things the way they are.

Now, while your head is lying on his chest, your arms wrapped around his figure as you find some heat to help you sleep, his fingers play with your hair, his hand softly travels up and down your back while he still leaves some gentle kisses on the top of your head. And whenever he gets the chance to hold you close like this, breathing in your scent, he realizes how good it feels to finally have a bit of you, besides all the times you block him out. Lewis can’t sleep, and the thoughts of every word, every moment shared between you two, fly through his mind, not letting him get any rest. Instead, he just wonders what he did wrong, where did he fail, why don’t you want him just as much as he wants you. His brain kills him, haunts him, to the point that the driver can feel some hot tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he keeps looking down at you, imagining the incredible future that you two could have together, but that will never happen. 

He catches himself hoping, almost praying, that at the end of all this, you won’t regret him - that’s a thought that he can’t even fathom, one that he will not be able to deal with. It’s crazy how, over the months that you’ve been seeing each other, he felt immediately hooked, and that sensation just keeps growing more and more every time he looks into your eyes. He belongs to you. And it kills him, because now he is attached to someone who is going to get rid of him anytime soon, when you get bored out of your mind and he doesn’t seem enough to fulfill your wishes and needs. 

His heart races in his chest as he can’t control his emotions anymore, and Lewis grows scared that his heartbeat might wake you up from your slumber. So, carefully lying you back on your pillow, the man leaves the bed, desperately to find a safe corner where he can just breathe and let everything out of his body and mind. 

He finds some peace and quiet while sitting on a stool in the kitchen, under the dim, yellow-ish light of the stove. Fidgeting with his fingers, Lewis tries his best to take deep breaths, trying to calm down his state. But instead, the more he tries, more tears escape his eyes, as the man allows them to slide down his features.

The salty water feels cold against his skin, staining his cheek as he hides his face in his hands, questioning why is this happening to him, how he can get rid of these feelings and situation now. The love he has for you won’t fade so quickly, and he knows he will suffer a lot when trying to forget you, because even now that he still has you in some way, he can’t help but see you everywhere when you’re not by his side. 

Lewis quickly realized that he was falling for you, but he never really knew that you were so much, that you mean this much to him. After all, you came into his life in a glimpse of hope and fun, but you brought time with you, patience, kindness, happiness - things that he sometimes lacks on a daily basis full of work duties. Still, he has it all with you, because you have that effect on him. 

And now, you ripped all hope from his figure, leaving him dark, cold, hurt and full of doubts. While his fingers clean the tears from his face, he can’t help but wonder: what is he supposed to do now, with a burning heart that stays still in his chest, waiting for yours to come by, to come closer, so they can meet once again and make love while you’re just simply talking or looking at each other, sharing small touches such as the tips of your fingers slowly intertwining across the table. 

Everything has more meaning to him when it’s with you, whether it’s a kiss, having pizza together, singing in the shower. There’s no way this is just ‘two people having fun’. It was way too intimate, way too chemical, way too real. However, right now, it doesn’t really matter what he thinks, nor what his anxiety tells him. You made it clear that this is nothing that you want to take seriously, and he can’t force you. And just like history always shows, someone always ends up in ruins.

As you’re turning in bed, your arm mindlessly reaches for Lewis’ side, searching for some more comfort and warmth - only to be met with emptiness in his pillow. Slowly opening your eyes, you look around the room, noticing that you’re alone. 

On any other night, you would turn to your side and go back to sleep again, patiently waiting for the man to come back to bed. But tonight, there’s a heavy weight lying on your chest as well, as if your conscience feels all the guilt pooling over you due to what you said earlier. Like a magnet, you get up quickly, walking through the corridors until you see his shadow sitting at the kitchen. 

Sitting on a stool with his back to the door, some small sniffles escape his body from time to time, making you stop in your tracks. Leaning your silhouette on the door frame, you pay attention to the man’s movements: how his fingers wipe the tears from his face gently, the way he continuously shakes his head ‘no’ to himself, as if he is denying all his thoughts. 

The sight truly is heartbreaking, and it’s enough to make you feel even worse than you have been feeling all day. The fear of getting hurt made you push Lewis away, even while sharing the bed with him, making him feel used and kicked to the side right after. The fear of not being enough, of being replaced by someone better, made you hurt the man that always treated you like a priority, even in the middle of his chaotic routine and schedules.

Even while being away, Lewis would send you cute ‘good morning’ texts, he would send flowers to your house, surprising you with them after a stressful day at work, alongside a loving card and your favourite chocolate. Even when he has little free time, he always thinks of you, calling you, talking to you, wondering how you’re doing, letting you know how he can’t wait to be back to London, just so he can be by your side again. 

No, this isn’t something casual - and you know that since the beginning as well. Ever since the first kiss, sparks flew from your figures, erupting into the sky, almost showing the whole world how happy you feel whenever you’re together. But still, your brain and heart would fight an intense battle, trying to get you to listen to both, but you always let your brain win - the fear of getting hurt again is just too big. 

But you never wanted any of this. You never really wanted him to leave your life, you never wanted to push him away. Instead, you just want him closer and closer, and if you both could be together, cuddled on the sofa 24/7, that would be ideal for you. So, seeing the man you love crying, heartbroken because of something you said - that you deeply regret, kills you. You don’t want to keep playing this façade, you need to finally be honest to yourself, above all, and admit your feelings. You know you feel safe enough with Lewis to do it. 

Taking a silent deep breath, you walk inside the kitchen, startling the man as your hand carefully lands on his shoulder, catching his attention. The driver immediately rubs his face with his palms, wiping away all the tears that could still linger on the surface of his skin, trying to pretend like he had not been crying just now. 

You sit beside him, looking at him with all the attention and care in the world. To tell the truth, Lewis feels way too self conscious to enjoy your intense stare on his figure right now, so he looks down at his hands again, trying to focus on anything but you. 

- What are you doing here, this late at night? - your voice sounds soft and quiet, trying not to break the glassy silence that surrounds the environment around you two.  - I just couldn’t sleep - he says, and it’s not a lie. But it’s not completely true, and you know that you will need to take charge of this situation, until he feels comfortable to open up to you again.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, his figure welcomes you instinctively, relaxing his tense muscles just so his body doesn’t feel so stiff when you lay on his skin. 

- I think it’s time for us to be honest, Lew - you land a kiss on his arm, looking up at him when he meets your gaze, while still staying silent.

It’s time to use your heart, and not your eyes. It’s time to relax your mind, and allow your feelings to show, pouring them out to the man in front of you without feeling scared, showing him your most vulnerable side. 

- Lewis, I’m scared… - you start, feeling your voice slightly trembling already as you try to open up to him, and show him why you’re so complicated, why your mouth says one thing while your heart feels another. 

He still doesn’t say a thing, giving you time and space to organize your train of thought, to fight all the demons in your mind without pressure - but his eyes never leave you, reading every crevice of your face, every line telling him how much you regret what you said, and the way things have been developing. 

- Love is not really something that I know how to do. My parents’ marriage was a fiasco, I grew up with a very distorted image of what love looked like. As I grew up, I tried to look for true love in everything, in everybody. But, as much as I would try, every romantic relationship I was in, ended up with me being completely heartbroken, ruined. I lost myself many, many times because of failed romances and cried myself to sleep so many nights. I’m actually such a sensitive person, I feel everything, I feel everybody, but it’s just easier for me to put on this ‘frozen heart’ persona. Because, this way, I don’t suffer. I don���t let anyone in, I don’t let any of my feelings out, always trying to protect myself the best I can.

As you start explaining, Lewis’ arm instinctively wraps around your figure, rubbing your back softly while you’re the one letting it out, crying in front of him. It feels weird to be honest and vulnerable after so many years of pretending, and as you do it, you just allow your pain to take over - but, in the end, this is who you are. This fucked up person, hurt, the result of so much trauma, constantly intoxicated by the other’s manipulation. 

The more the cold tears paint your face, the more you realize how frail you actually are, how many problems you still need to bury and fix inside of you, and fear grows inside of you again - but now, you’re scared that Lewis will be the one leaving you alone after knowing all this about you, perceiving you as being ‘too much to deal with’. 

- But then you showed up in my life, and changed everything. Changed the way I looked at life, how I saw my days at work, how I enjoyed my free time outside of my office. When I’m around you, I feel safe. So, so safe, maybe even too much, and that’s what makes me think, what makes me realize that I am falling for you more and more every day. And that’s why I slowly started to try and push you away. I was just trying to ignore these feelings that pop up in my chest every time I’m around you, trying to keep myself from suffering again. But the funny thing is, the harder I try, the more I hurt myself, and now I’m hurting you too… And, deep down, I don’t want any of that. I don’t want to push you away, I just want to pull you closer, and to explore our connection even further. Because you were right. We’re so much more than sex. I can’t stop thinking that every other person in my life, I just met them by chance. But you, Lew, I met you because I had to. And I need you - even if it’s really hard for me to admit this.

A river of tears is still silently sliding down your features, while Lewis gives you all the time to be honest with your feelings, and with himself. There’s a sensation of relief in the air after your words come out, a feeling that both you and Lewis can recognize inside of your hearts. 

One new, single tear escapes the man’s eyes as he gives you a soft smile, his thumbs working to wipe away all the remains of sadness from your face. A moment of silence settles in again as the driver takes a deep breath. Even if he smiled at you, even if his facial expressions seem much lighter now, you can’t help but listen to the anxiety that reaches your brain now - still scared of his reply, of him realizing that you aren’t made for him. 

You absolutely dread the thought of losing him, especially now that you were so transparent about your feelings, your reasons. He is the only person that truly gets you, in your good and bad moods, that knows how to deal with you in the best way - and because of all that, you only love yourself when you’re with him, when you’re feeling understood and held by him. 

It might have been just a couple of seconds, but it felt like an eternity to you, until Lewis decided to finally speak up.

- I knew you were the one for me since the first time I saw you. Since the very first flirt, the way you called me a prick, how your eye rolls were enough to make me feel silly and warm inside. And after our first kiss, I was sure of everything I felt. And even if you have your fears and problems, I have mine too, baby. But I could never give up on you, never. I just want to make our little bubble the safest I possibly can. I want you to always feel secure and understood around me, so you can recover from everything that happened to you in the past - something that will never happen again with me by your side, love. - the man guarantees you, his hands cupping your face as you sniffle quietly at his sweet words. 

Cutting the distance between your mouths, the driver lands the sweetest, softest kiss on your lips, leading you to hold his face closer, with your hand resting on the back of his neck. It’s slow, gentle, and warm. It feels like a cure to you. 

- I had a spare set of keys in my pocket, while we were having dinner. I was going to give it to you. Please, take them - I want you to be here as much as you can, I want you to come in and out as you please, even if I’m not here, this place is a bit yours as well now. Do you have any idea of how many times I’ve been lying on the sofa, and I just daydream about you walking in without me expecting it? I want those kinds of surprises, the ones who allow me to spend more time with you - Lewis confesses, whispering in your lips as the tip of his nose gently nudges yours, making a genuine smile appear in your face. 

Your chest races in your chest, not really believing that any of this is real, that he is still willing to fight for you, not giving up on your complicated self, but instead helping you recover from everything that hurt you. 

- I want to take things slow, Lew… - you say low, almost ashamed of what you’re asking him, but he really understands you for who you are, and he knows that it’s hard for you to completely open up and face all your fears at once.  - We have all the time in the world, my love. I’m not in a rush. I could never be when I’m with you, I just want to make the most out of every minute that I spend by your side - he immediately replies, pecking your lips softly again. 

There it is: the shine that you love seeing so much, back into the man’s eyes as he looks at you - now, with the vision of a future by your side, the scenario that makes the blood in his veins run faster through his body. And you can’t see it, but you can feel your eyes glowing as well as you look back at the only man that always made you feel welcome in his arms, cared for, that sees you for you, lightening up parts of you that no one else knows about. 

With the moon reflected on your features, Lewis opens his arms to nestle your body closer to his, hugging you close as your head rests on his chest, finally letting out a deep sigh of pure relief. 

Maybe, all that pain, all the cries, all the trauma wasn’t in vain. Maybe everything was necessary, so you could find the right man for you, the one you truly love, the one that loves you right back in the same amount and intensity. Even after hurting him, pushing him away, breaking his heart in a million pieces just a couple of hours before, Lewis is still the pure, selfless soul that holds his hand out for you to take, the one that’s sympathetic, that does everything he can for you, your happiness, your wellbeing, willing to hop on this journey with you. The one that forgives you.

So now, it’s time for you to hold your soul, setting yourself free from all the guilt and shame that has lived inside of you for so many years now, breaking the generational curse that your family has been buried in when it comes to true love - praying that your kids won’t inherit you and the feelings you attract. 

And as you cling on to Lewis’ figure harder, you thank life for putting him in your way, for giving you another chance at learning how to be loved, for allowing you to find a cure for your heart. Hugging him tighter, you set free Lewis’ power - may he heal you, may you two cure each other, creating a happier future together. 

[mtheonott]

Sabrina

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⌗ comf, stuffed toy, bf!TheodoreNott

word count: 641

note: first of all, it was a request from @annaisabookworm that I lost. Sorry for taking so long to respond! I didn't see it.… I'm a bit dumb. secondly, English is not my native language, and even though I wrote a project about American slang (I'm still writing it), I still didn't understand who fred was(pls help). Third, thank you for your kind words! Fourthly, I'm sorry that I didn't post for a long time, I was all in my studies. but I have written you two sketches, one of which is below this one. I love you!

You have no idea when exactly Theodore started noticing your affection for the stuffed pig. Probably back in your fourth year, when you used to sneak it into the library during particularly difficult exams. Or in fifth grade, when after a bad day you were hiding in an empty classroom, clutching a stuffed toy in your hands.

But in the sixth, he knew it for sure.

— Do you realize how ridiculous you look? — Theodore sits down on the sofa in the Slytherin living room, watching you, wrapped in a blanket, nuzzle your piggy.

You look at him with displeasure.

— I realize that it's time for you to mind your own business, Nott," you grumble, clutching the toy tighter.

It's been a long day. Transfiguration has taken all your strength, and there's still a potions exam ahead. The piggy, whose weight pleasantly presses on your body, helps you relax.

— You're not a kid, — he continues, as if it's crucial for him to be right.

— Legally, I am a kid, — you correct him, burying your face in a soft cloth.

You can hear him sigh. Then you feel movement — he settles down next to you, putting his feet up on the table.

— Does it at least help in any way?

You turn your head. There is no mockery in his voice.

—Yes, — you admit. — It's weighted. It's... soothing.

Theodore is silent, and then reaches forward and gently touches the toy with his fingers. The soft fabric feels good, forcing the phalanges of the fingers to return to this thing again.

— It's weird, but it makes sense, — he says, — Some kind of Muggle thing?

You nod.

He leans back, — Does it have a name?

You look away. It's embarrassing to show a toy, and even more so to admit that you gave it a name.

— Sabrina.

Theodore chuckles.

— You do realize that if Malfoy finds out, you'll be laughed at for the rest of the school year, right?

You just shrug your shoulders. Everyone has known for a long time that you have mumps. At first, someone really tried to make fun of you, but you didn't care. Over time, most just got used to it.

But Theo doesn't seem to be used to it. Because now he's everywhere you are, and he always notices Sabrina.

In the Spell exam, you finish your work ahead of time and, while waiting for the others, hug the toy to somehow relieve the tension. When the exam is over, you look up and meet Theodore's gaze. He grins.

— With your pig again?

You roll your eyes.

— Leave me alone.

— I'm starting to think that you love it more than you love me,— he whispers mockingly as he passes by.

You blush, but you don't say anything.

And then, a week later, you notice something strange.

Nott is sitting in the far corner of the library, poring over a textbook on Potions. And everything would be fine, but next to him, she lies completely calmly... a stuffed duck.

You stop, blinking.

— Theo…

He doesn't look up.

— Don't start.

You bite your lip, holding back a smile.

— What is it?

He sighs and still looks at you.

— It's... something that turns out to really help, — he admits reluctantly.

You sit down next to him and carefully pick up the toy. It, like Sabrina, is weighted.

— It is cute,— you say.

Theodore snorts,

— It's a duck. Ducks can't be cute.

You shake your head.

— This one can.

You're just silent for a few seconds, and then Theodore lazily remarks:

— If Malfoy finds out, he'll laugh at me for the rest of the school year.

You're laughing.

— Get used to it.

[writtenbyan-aries]

when is the last part for that colby babysitter coming out girl im impatient more like excited damn

Cravings Between Us

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR [final]

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mature confrontation, kissing, biting, scratching, hair pulling, oral (both), unprotected sex, creampie, general filth

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

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As your phone lit up with a call from Colby, there was a knock on your door.

You had their kids, so you couldn’t run and hide. You took a deep breath, walking over to the door and opened it.

You didn’t say anything, what could you say, really?

Vanessa just stares at you, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to, last night when you came over. But then you beat me to the punch saying what you said.” You swallow, “It probably doesn’t mean anything, but I really am sorry, Vanessa.”

She shakes her head, “You don’t need to be sorry.”

You pull your head back slightly, “What? I’m sorry, I don’t-“

“Can I come in so we can talk?”

You motion, “Vera just went down for a nap. Caden is about ready to take one.” She nods, “That’s fine, gives us time to talk about everything.”

You were waiting for a slap to the face, her rage to get the best of her, something.

You stay silent, waiting for her to start the conversation because you honestly have no words, no clue on even what to say.

“So, let’s just, I guess, address the elephant in the room, shall we?” She looks at you as she sits down on the chair by your counter and you nod once.

“So you slept with my husband.”

“I did.” You feel a chill run over your body, “and again, I’m so-“

“Stop, saying sorry. You should be saying you’re welcome, because I need to thank you.”

You laugh, “Sorry.” You shake your head, pressing your lips together, “That’s not, funny. I shouldn’t be laughing, uh, what.. exactly do you mean you should be thanking me?”

She takes a deep breath, “I didn’t want to accept it, at first, but our marriage was over a few months after me having Vera.” She looks out of the small kitchen window and sighs, “I love Colby, he’s the father of my children, but I guess I’m not.. in love with him.”

“I, um. I tried getting him to talk to me. The night you came home. I asked him if you guys were okay, and he said he something about wanting to be, but he wasn’t sure.” You cross your arms, “I didn’t.. this sounds bad, but I didn’t want to ruin your marriage.”

“Honey, you didn’t ruin anything. Colby and I did by letting it fizzle out. I always had a feeling he loved the kids more than me, which I mean, I guess is fine, normal, they’re our kids, but I was always pushed to the back burner, and I didn’t realize I was doing the same to him until I was halfway through fucking that guy at the airport.”

You nod, “Right, yeah.”

“I wish you would have told me last night, that way I could have just faced it head on instead of running away and looking like a coward.” She laughs, “Oh my god. I was a mess for absolutely no reason.”

“I wanted to tell you. I was going to, I argued with myself for a solid two minutes before finally setting myself on doing it and then you went and dropped your bomb and I was like whoa, okay. Not the time.”

“I get it, and I’m sorry for coming over like that. It’s just, I really do like you, y/n, and I know I should be mad at you for screwing my husband, but I just can’t help but think that you were put in our lives to make us realize that we needed to finally just pull the trigger and get everything over with.”

You nod, taking a deep breath, “So.. with all of this, I assume I need to start looking for a new job?”

She furrows her brows, “Why would you want to do that?”

“Be-cause I slept with your husband?” You look at her confused and she sighs, “I know Colby is going to eventually move on, and to be completely honest, I think you’re the best person he could pick.”

You were so confused.

“So- wait..” you shake your head, “Sorry, I’m just, really confused right now.” You laugh slightly, “So you and Colby are divorcing?”

“Correct.” Vanessa nods, and you nod, “Okay, and you’re saying that it’s okay for Colby and I to be together?”

“Right.” She nods again and you stare at her, “Can I ask.. why? I mean- you’re just really calm right now, it honestly kind of scares me.”

She laughs, “To be honest, when Colby told me he’s been seeing you, I wanted to come over here and have a whole different conversation with you, but he reminded me that I did the same exact thing, the same exact night you guys did and we agree that it kind of made us even, so we just agreed that splitting up would be for the best.”

“I’m.. actually in shock.” You laugh, “Like this is actually kind of unbelievable.”

“Y/n. When Colby and I first got married, I would lay awake at night and think about if Colby and I were to divorce when we did have kids, would he pick someone that would love my children like they were her own?”

“I mean, I would probably think that, too.” You shrug and she nods, “you.” She points, “Are the literal definition of who I wanted Colby to pick, I mean, minus the sleeping with him while he’s still married but hey. I didn’t, too, right?”

You stare at her, unsure of whether to laugh or run and she laughs, “I know it’s probably too soon for jokes, but you can laugh.”

You let out a small laugh and nods, “Yeah, right. Okay.”

“I kind of knew there was something up with the way he was acting at that dinner party for Ana. I wanted you to meet Damien just so I could really confirm it was jealousy or not.”

You press your lips together, “I just- I should have stopped and told you right after the first night and I will always be sorry. I know you said you look at this like something else, but I still feel bad.”

“And that’s okay. But just think, you helped me see that Colby and I can finally be who we want to be. We don’t have to mold ourselves into something we aren’t for the other person anymore.” She smirks, “And honestly, I don’t blame you. Colby is hot, but sometimes, that just isn’t enough, you know?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“are my kids still sleep?” She leans up and looks over into the living room. You walk over, nodding as you look at her, “Do you want me to wake them?”

“No, no.” She shakes her head as she stands up, “I’m going to go over and pack a few things. I booked a hotel room for the next two days, so I can just kick back and reflect on everything you know?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You walk her over to the door and sigh, “I’m sorry, I have to ask this. Are you sure that you’re okay with everything? I just don’t want to wake up tomorrow with my tires slashed or anything.”

“Y/n, if I wanted to do that, I would have just went right into it. I’m a grown woman and I know that having maturity about a situation is the best thing you can do. I also appreciate you keeping it together because I don’t think I could have talked to you while you were sobbing.”

“I think it’s the shock, you know. I expected something totally different.”

She laughs, giving you a nod, “Well, I’m going to go. Give the kids a kiss for me. If you need me, text me. Please don’t call.”

“Got it.” You nod, closing your door as she walks down the steps. As soon as you close it and rest you back against it, there’s a light knock and you let out a sigh.

You turn to open it, stopping when you see Colby, “Hey.”

“Hey.” He smiles, “I figured I’d give her some space.”

“Are things really okay?” You ask and Colby nods, “It was a mutual decision, considering we both cheated on each other on the same night.”

“That’s.. sorry I just..” you shake your head, “Come in.” You step out of the way and he walks in, “How was the talk?”

“I’m actually, surprised that it went as well as it did. She said she wanted to thank me for making you guys realize that your marriage was done.”

He raises his brows, “Yeah, she was pissed at first, but then I told her that I was pissed because she did the same thing to me and we talked, for two hours we just sat and talked and it was actually really weird because I can’t remember the last time we did that.”

You nod, “I bet it was nice, but how- how do you feel?”

He shrugs, pulling you into him, “I can do this without worrying anymore.” He presses his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing back.

He smirks against your lips, “She said you’re really good for me.”

“She told me that I’m the definition of who she imagined you being with if you ever got a divorce.” You laugh slightly, “I just, this whole thing.. I was expecting screaming and crying and getting hit across the face.”

“Vanessa can handle conflict really well, it’s scary.” He laughs, “But now we both and just take a deep breath and find who we’re really meant for.”

“Might take some time though, right?” You tease and Colby shakes his head, “Not for me it won’t.” He pulls you back in and kisses you again, “My mom said she’ll take the kids tonight, so you and I can talk.”

“Colby.” You smirk, “You know we can’t just do that.”

“That’s the point.”

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You wait by the door, standing there in one of you lingerie sleep dresses.

You seen Colby’s headlights pull into the driveway and you bite your lip, resting your hand on the couch and leaning against it.

You heard the knob turn and you put on a smile, shifting your weight to your one leg as it opens. Colby stops, raising his brows, “What’s this?”

You shrug, “Just thought I’d slip into something more comfortable while you were gone.”

“Oh, I see.” He bites his lip, closing the door behind him, “Are you comfortable?”

You shrug, walking up to him, “I’d be more comfortable if I was on my back upstairs in my bed.” Colby smirks, nodding his head as he walks over to set the bag of food down on the counter, “I got us dinner, but that can wait until after.”

You smirk, racing up the steps to your room, Colby following close to you.

His hands are on your waist as you reach the top, pushing you against the wall across from you. His lips attack yours as he his hands slide up and down your body, gripping and kneading at your hips.

You slide away from him, pulling him with by his hand into your room. You walk backwards to the bed, sitting down before your hands move to his belt, “Let’s get you a little more comfortable, yeah?”

He nods, “Please.”

You pull his belt apart, unbuttoning and zipping down his pants before shrugging the jeans down his thighs.

He bites his lip, watching as your hand brushes over his already hard cock that’s being restrained before his thin boxers.

You slide his boxers down, leaning in to press a kiss to the head of his cock. You stick your tongue out, leaning down to lick up under the underside before wrapping your lips around him.

He groans, his hand pushing your hair out of your face, “Fuck, baby.” You work your tongue, around the tip before slowly bobbing your head up and down.

“Oh, shit.” Colby’s knees buckle as you suck, groaning loudly as his fingers gather your hair in his fist, “Just like that, baby.”

You pull back, resting the tip on your tongue as you look up at him.

“Oh my god.” Colby runs his hand over your head, “you are so fucking sexy.” He bites his lip, “Keep going.”

He slightly pushes his hips forward and you push your head down, slowly working at taking him into your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut, keeping your breathing steady as he enters.

“O-oh, fuuuck.” Colby moans, “That’s it.” He retracts his hips, slowly pushing them forward, his cock returning to the place it just was.

Your hands grip his thighs, humming around him lowly.

“S-shit.” He pulls your head back, “You keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.” He smirks, nodding towards the bed, “Get up there.”

You crawl backwards, eyes on him as he steps out of his pants and moves to lay next to you, “Come here.”

You move to straddle him, leaning down to press your lips to his. His hands slide down your back, gripping your ass and he smirks, “No panties? Fuck, you must have really wanted to talk, didn’t you?”

“So bad.” You mumble against his lips, “I’ve been needing to talk to you.”

Colby smirks, pecking your lips before pushing you to sit up, “Move up here.” He grips your thighs, “I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours.”

You bite your lip, nodding as you move up to straddle his head. His hips pull you down and your hands fly to grip the headboard, “Oh fuck.”

His slides his arm up around your hips, his hands gripping your thighs as his tongue works over and around your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, Colby.” You tilt your head back, one hand moving to tangle his hair around your fingers as you moan loudly.

His lips wrap around your clit, teeth gently nipping which causing your thighs to twitch, “Fuck!”

You pull on his hair which earns a groan from him. You gasp as you slowly grind down, “Fuckfuckfuck!”

Colby holds you tight, tongue pushing in and out of you as he guides you through your orgasm. You pant, whining out before his grip loosens.

You fall over, lying down and looking up at Colby as he rolls over on top of you, “You taste so fucking good.”

His lips crash onto yours, swallowing your moans as you taste yourself on his lips. You both pause the kissing, gasping together as his cock slips into your cunt.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into you more. His lips resume moving with yours, moaning deep as you swallow his cock fully, “Fuck, baby. You feel so good around me.” He bites your lip, pulling it out before letting it slap back against your teeth.

You sink your nails into his shoulders as he pulls out, thrusting back in which ears a gasp from you, “Shit.”

His threats pick up quick, slamming into you as he attacks your neck to paint little purple marks all over the skin, “tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.” His voice is low, “fuck, I need to hear you.”

“Feels so fucking good, baby.” You moan, “So fucking good, i-I’m already so close.”

“Come for me, baby.” He presses a kiss to your jaw, “Wanna feel you come undone around me.”

Your walls pulsate around his cock, moans ripping non stop from your lips as his thrusts guides you into that sea of pleasure.

Your nails drag up his back, face buried in his neck as you moan over and cover again.

“God, you sound so beautiful.” Colby pushing himself up, looking down at you as he watches your face twitch with constant pleasure, “You are so beautiful.” He leans down, lips on yours.

“Where do you want me?” He whispers against your lips, “You have me right there, baby.”

“Don’t stop.” You whimpered out, eyes locking onto his, “Don’t stop.”

He nods, groaning lowly as his thrusts turn sloppy, “Fuck, fuck.” He looks down at his cock slowly going in and out of you, pushing in fully as his cum fills you full.

“Fuck.” He breathes out as he lays down next to you, reaching over to lay his hand on your thigh. You roll over, your head resting against his chest, “I really do love you, Colby.”

He drags his fingers up and down your back, “I love you, y/n. Since the day I first met you.”

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Here’s your happy ending! Thank you so much, I really didn’t expect this to turn into a little mini series, but I appreciate all the love! 🖤 I love you all, and I’ll catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[ddarker-dreams]

Which one of ur yanderes take care of you way too much that it's suffocating to you <3333

oh boy.

geto and gojo from the golden girl yan au are suffocating in ways that'd make your sanity wane. separate, they're semi-tolerable. heavy emphasis on semi. geto hides his obsessive tendencies better but gojo barely bothers.

geto's self-aware enough to know you won't appreciate your privacy/autonomy being blatantly violated. he's careful, always gauging your body language to see what he can and can't get away with. he paints himself as the more reasonable one (which gojo finds funny, considering geto's need for control exceeds his). geto eases you into this new reality of their heavy involvement in your life. it's gradual, starting off with him casually asking where you were or who you were with.

the way he phrases and times his questions won't have you thinking twice about offering the information up. should you ever hesitate, your instinct swearing that something's just off, he can handle that too. he'll get quiet, almost solemn. geto professes to knowing it's a bit much and apologizes. the last thing he'd ever want to do is make you uncomfortable, he'll say. you're dear to him and he doesn't know what he'd do if anything happened to you. by the end of the spiel, guilt festers in your chest for doubting his intentions.

then there's gojo.

he's always finding excuses to be in your vicinity, soaking up all your attention like a sponge. from his perspective, there's no point in you talking to anyone besides him, geto, and shoko. nanami and haibara are on thin ice but he can tolerate them, so long as your interactions remain short. gojo ramps up his obnoxiousness to a blinding degree, ensuring yours eyes never wander from him. he's always draping himself over you, cracking jokes, prodding for reactions, or otherwise invading your personal space. shoko made an apt comparison, likening him to a parasite 'that doesn't know when to stop feeding.'

while his fussing over you might seem melodramatic, he's very in tune to your emotions and overall wellbeing. you couldn't hide anything from him if you tried, he knows you like the back of his hand. it never hit how observant he is until he picks up on something troubling you before you were aware of it yourself.

they both see how easily exploitable your kind disposition is. hell, it's how they're able to get away with half the things they do. the world would devour your sweet qualities, spitting out whatever pieces of you remain. certainly, your naïveté could be taken advantage of, but, ironically enough, in 'protecting' you from this, they're participating in what they've set out to prevent. they both kinda know it too. ultimately, their greed outweighs any guilt they might feel for monopolizing your attention.

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Guess? - Sirius Black

Summary: Sirius loves to guess the color of his girlfriends underwear

Warnings: suggestive (18+), foreplay, consuming alcohol, female reader, sirius’ pov

Word count: about 1500

A/N (Please read!): Hello!! Okay, I haven’t written anything in close to 7 years and never on this blog so fair warning for everything that follows. I’ve also never written anything smutty before so again, sorry if this is terrible🤍 I would like to continue with writing on this blog but would love to hear any thoughts you have when reading this! English isn’t my first language so warning for that too.

Again, I haven’t written in several years so preemptive excuses for any mistakes. I’ve just been listening to Charli’s guess a lot, and the marauders are my current muses so🤷🏽‍♀️, enjoy I guess!

(This was also written on mobile so again, again, again -Sorry!)

It’s unlike Sirius to be so disenchanted with the lively atmosphere of Londons nightlife. but on this specific outing he can hardly be at blame for the daze clouding his mind.

There’s a step down from the bar area to the dance floor, giving those lingering by the bar an overlook of the crowd dancing the night away. Sirius takes a sip from the bottle he ordered from the bar, the fizzy liquid does little to quell his racing pulse.

His eyes scan over the crowd for a short instant, he didn’t need to search particularly hard before he zeroes in on one person in particular. Your hair catches the color changing lights as it sways with your carefree movements, the pinstripe pants clings to your hips and bottom in a way that makes Sirius’ mouth dry up quickly despite his attempts to water it with the bottle in his hand, a hand coming up to tug a lock of dark hair behind his hair.

The black vest you recently purchased clung nicely to your body, accentuating your chest in a way that made his jeans tighten.

Sirius’ eyes swept over your frame several times before they once again focused on your hips. The pants were a favorite of his, and although floor length pants in any other circumstance may be a more modest clothing item, the pinstripe pattern stretched deliciously over your ass making Sirius tighten his grip on the bottleneck.

Sirius was enchanted with the sight on the dance floor, your hips swaying to the beat of the music. Despite the wonderful sight in front of him, Sirius couldn’t help his imaginative mind from wondering what might hide beneath those pants he was so infatuated with. The longer Sirius’ eyed your dancing form, the further his mind wandered from the London club. If you had gotten ready at your shared apartment he would have had the luxury to participate in your pre-party routine. Your usual shared routine having been passed over in favor of you getting ready at Marlenes, the birthday girl having summoned her closest girlfriends for pregames at her apartment.

Sirius was obviously no stranger to the body beneath your clothes. Much to the annoyance of the rest of the marauders who had been forced to listen to him wax poetically about your legs, the curve of your arms, and that oh so pretty neck of yours. No, Sirius was no stranger to your body. But standing here in this nightclub, Sirius liked to imagine what you were hiding under your pants.

Was it the pretty pink pair he had picked up a few months back? The ones with the matching bra? He recalls how your face had flushed when he held up the magenta colored piece of fabric, and how you had tried to argue that you were in no need for even more clothes, but had shut up when he so easily countered that “darling, I’m a selfish man, if anything this are more for me than they are for you”. And true to his words, Sirius was more than satisfied with the way the pretty pink had laid against your skin. His hands had mapped out every crease and crevice of your lingerie clad body later that night.

The jeans he had chosen for tonight suddenly felt even tighter than they had a minute ago. His eyes still never leaving his dancing girlfriend. But ones again they drifted down to your ass. Maybe you had forgone the pink pair today, he can recall that you wore them not too long ago to a date night. Perhaps you had decided on the nude colored ones, the ones that give the illusion that you weren’t wearing any at all?

Sirius thinks back to several weeks ago, on one of those odd mornings where he had been up with the sun, leaving you to rest for a little while longer. He had sat by the kitchen window sipping his morning coffee and looking out onto the street below, anything but envious as he watched passersby fight against the cold winds of a rainy morning. He had greeted you with a smile when as you joined him in the kitchen, the pajama pants you’d borrowed from him hung low on your hips. Sirius eyed you with that same easy smile as you walked over to the counter to get your own cup.

His breath had however caught in his throat when you had reached up into the cupboard for your favorite mug. The simple t-shirt you were wearing rising up. From where he sat a couple meters from you it appeared that you had forgone wearing underwear under the borrowed pajama pants. The image had had his boxers tighten slightly and distracted him enough to the point where he barely noticed that you had turned around to lean against the counter, your coffee mug nestled in your hands.

His attention drew back to your face as you addressed him by name, “hmm what was that darling?“

“oh nothing Siri, you just seemed distracted“. Sirius licked his lips, his own mug long forgotten on the kitchen table. His eyes drew back to your face as his lips curled into a confident smirk, “You know I’m always distracted when you’re around love“ he spoke lowly as you hid behind your coffee mug, “did you forget your underwear this morning darling?“ he had continued in an attempt to fluster you further. Your brows had furrowed, “what do you mean?“, you lifted your t-shirt to above your bellybutton reveling the skin colored sheer pair you were wearing, Sirius’ eyes darkening at the action. “I guess they kind of look see through“ you had chuckled before taking another sip.

Your brows had furrowed when your usually talkative boyfriend hadn’t answered with a quip of his own. Your mug lowering to reveal the hungry look in his eyes, the tight fabric around his crotch indicating that the otherwise quiet morning wouldn’t last very much longer.

“Careful, anyone who doesn’t know you might think you’re an ogling creep“ Sirius couldn’t have hindered how his body jumped as Lily appeared at his side, a self-satisfied smirk taking over her face at having successfully frightened the otherwise confident man. “har-har Evans, I happen to know someone even worse than me“. Lily chuckled as he tried to divert the attention towards James and away from himself, “She looks good tonight” she continued, ignoring his attempted diversion.

Sirius’ attention returned to your smiley face, your body swaying with the music as you and Marlene serenaded each other the song currently playing from the speakers, your hands outstretched towards one another. Even if he had tried to, Sirius doubted he could’ve stopped the genuine smile that stretched wide over his lips, pointedly ignoring how Lily muttered a short ‘whipped’ before leaving him alone once again, that previous smile never leaving her own lips. Sirius could barely wait to get you alone, suddenly thankful that the taunt fabric of his jeans hid at least some of his growing affection.

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Later in the evening, as Sirius has you laid out in front of him on your shared bed, your heaving chests pressed tightly against each other as you seem to breathe in tandem. Sirius’ lips briefly leave yours in favor of roaming your neck, leaving teasing nips at your skin. Your heavy breaths intermingled with soft moans when bites down particularly hard at the junction between your neck and shoulder. The sounds are music to his ears as he works your pants zipper down, the buttons of your vest top already having been worked open in the hallway, a darkening mark just above the cup of your bra replacing the fabric that had previously covered that spot.

A particular high moan pulls Sirius away from your neck, admiring the tiny bite marks he’s left behind. He straightens up between your legs at the foot of the bed. Sirius looks at your face, the adoration in your eyes make him simultaneously want to melt through the floor boards and scream at the top of his lungs, happiness radiating off of him in waves.

His eyes travel down your body for the millionth time today as his hands finish pulling down the zipper, a gentle pat at your thigh signaling for you to raise your hips as he works your pants down your legs, they’re discarded in a pile on the bedroom floor as his attention once again this evening returns to your hips, this time unhindered by any fabric as he takes in the lacy black material of your underwear. Trailing his fingers along the waistband and over the little bows sitting at both sides just above your hip bone.

The soft wine of his name finally pulls Sirius’s attention back to you. The pupils of his eyes having nearly taken over that lovely shade of grey you’re so used to. His grin widens when your eyes meet, you beckon him back up to your lips, desperate to feel the closeness he’s depriving you of.

But you can’t be to upset when instead of crawling back up to your lips he sinks to the floor on his knees, his hands and eyes once again returning to your underwear.

Perhaps he was wrong in his guesses at the club, but Sirius can’t seem to pay any mind to that right now. Not when your breathy calls of his name intermingles with the soft moans of earlier.