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coolyiooo · 11 months

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BSD Men - When Someone They Know Has A Crush On You

pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor

❗Warnings❗biting, marking, hickeys, slight angst, PDA stuff

🖤DAZAI🖤

Dazai has been noticing how Kunikida has been acting differently towards you. He just seems more timid and nicer to you than the rest of the ADA members. You don't seem to notice it, but he definitely does.

I feel like Dazai wouldn't say anything directly towards Kunikida about how he knows he likes you, but he'd give subtle hints to him. He saw how Kunikida kept looking where you sat in the ADA office ,which was right next to him, and Dazai would say in a teasing tone,

"whatcha looking at Kunikida?" Kunikida blushes a bit

"go back to work. I was just spacing out" he said nonchalantly, only making Dazai smirk.

Sometimes during work, Dazai will just walk up from behind your chair and hug you and whisper sweet nothing's in your ear, but loud enough for Kunikida to hear

"Your so beautiful my belladonna~" he gave you a kiss on the cheek. You were blushing.

"Can't stay away from me for two seconds?" You teasingly asked

"I don't see you complaining my love" he kissed your cheek again with a loving smile.

"I suppose you don't recall our last discussion about PDA rules? Can't you guys wait until you go home?"

"I think someone is jealous~" Dazai responded

"What do you mean?" Kunikida asked a bit startled, wondering if Dazai found out about his secret.

"Just that you don't have a girlfriend, but wait didn't your little journal say you won't find your soulmate until-"

"Enough! Go back to your seat Dazai!"

Dazai would also definitely leave bite marks and hickeys on your neck just so Kunikida can see and remind him who you belong to.You tried your best to cover your hickeys and bite marks Dazai gave you last night, but some of it was still noticeable. You'd have to really look directly at your neck to notice.

During work Kunikida looked at your direction and noticed some marks on your neck, the longer he looked at it he finally knew what it was. He'd get a bit hurt, just another reminder you belong to someone else, but why does it have to be him?

He looked at Dazai and Dazai felt his stare, he'd look back at him "Hm? Getting distracted again Kunikida? Its becoming a bad habit~"

"Oh shut up I was just thinking for one second"

"Oh? About what?"

"None of your business. Get your work done"

Dazai's lips curled into a smirk. Honestly he'd probably feel a tad bad for Kunikida, but at the same time he doesn't just bc there's no way he'd willingly give you up for Kunikida. He knows that you love him and not Kunikida and that he wouldn't make a move on you.

💚RANPO💚

The second he saw how Dazai looked at you, he knew instantly that Dazai has fallen for you. Dazai would know that Ranpo knows that he likes you and Ranpo would know that Dazai knows that he figured out his little crush on you.

Sorry for making this confusing, but they're intellectuals so.

Ranpo wouldn't be insecure or scared about you leaving him for Dazai because he knows you love him, but he'd still keep a close eye on Dazai because he's very flirtatious and a bit touchy towards you. Ranpo would probably confront Dazai about it.

"You do know that being flirty with y/n won't get you anywhere right?"

Dazai smiles sinisterly " yes I'm well aware, but are you perhaps a bit frightened she might choose me over you?"

Ranpo laughs "HA! ofc not! I know she loves me dearly, I just wouldn't want you to get your hopes up so please know your place" he says with a smile.

Dazai looks away, a sinister smile still on his face "Alright, You always know what's best "

Ranpo would know Dazai wouldn't really try anything too bold and Dazai really wouldn't just because he knows it's a loosing game. Still doesn't mean that Ranpo won't show Dazai how much you love him.

It was another normal day at the ADA office and Ranpo was craving some love from you.

He yells across the office "Baby cakes! Can you please come here?"

Everybody jolted from the sudden yelling after the office being quiet for a long period of time. You looked at your boyfriend who was smiling at you.

"Hm? Alright" You walked right next to your boyfriend's side

"is there something wrong?"

Ranpo then suddenly held your waist and forced you to sit on his lap making you yelp. He put his arms around you, hugging you from behind, and put his chin on your shoulder. You were a blushing mess and caught by surprise. Everybody in the office just ignored you and luckily Kunikida wasn't there at the office today.

Ranpo chuckled, "nothing wrong, you were just so cute I couldn't help myself!" He snuggled his nose to your neck .

You chuckled softly, "alright but if you become more of a distraction I will have to go back to my seat"

He sighed gently "fineee" he gives you a quick peck on the neck making you smile.

Ranpo knew Dazai wasn't really watching but he didn't need to, to know what was happening. Ranpo was just smiling to himself. Dazai would feel sorrowful about the situation but he'll just smile through the pain as always :( he'd probably keep his distance from you and that distance will grow larger just so he won't be so heartbroken.

💜FYODOR💜

Our man is very observant so he noticed how Nikolai was more open with you and would try his hardest to make you laugh or how he also took notice on Nikolai's body language and tone in his voice when he's with you. He just knew Nikolai is interested in you.

I feel like Fyodor wouldn't say anything to Nikolai just so there wouldn't be conflict and that'd ruin his plans so he just keeps you and Nikolai at a distance.

I can see Fyodor sneakily making up excuses to separate you two from interacting, but when he can't, he'll find other ways to show Nikolai that he can't have you

Fyodor walks into a room while looking for you, when he does find you he sees that Nikolai is there with you. You were both laughing at whatever the hell y'all were talking about that you didn't even notice your boyfriend standing by the doorway, staring at you two. When you finally realize Fyodor is there, you smile at him.

"Oh hi Fedya! Are you taking a break?"

Nikolai looks at Fyodor with a bit of disappointment, you can barley notice it but Fyodor did.

"No my love, but I do need to see you for a moment" he walks towards you two

"Oh alright! Well bye Nikolai"

You wave Nikolai goodbye while getting up from your seat, he waves back at you

"Don't be gone for too long! You are the only one who cures my boredom" he replied

Fyodor's held his arm out to you and you take his hand, but he smoothly slides it to your hips and takes you to your room. Nikolai's eyes follow you two until your completely out of the room.

When you and Fyodor make it to your room, he starts to gently kiss you and caress your body while putting your back against the wall. You were caught off guard, but you immediately kissed back. Your arms were around his neck and his were on your waist as you both make out passionately.

You pulled on his hair slightly to pull away from the kiss.As you were slightly breathing heavily you asked

"is this why you wanted to see me?" You smiled slightly while tilting your head to the side

"Not exactly"

"Hm? Don't tell me you were a little jealous Fedya~" you asked with amusement in your voice

"Why would I be jealous my love? I have no reason to"

"Yeah your right, jealousy doesn't suit you.. but maybe possessive?"

He pulls your hair back, leaving your neck exposed, making you gasp.He then sinks his teeth into your neck, not enough to make you bleed, he then leaves a couple hickeys on your soft neck and pulls away.

"I just have to remind others what's mine" he kisses your bite mark then looks into your eyes with his harsh ones.

"Don't hide these do you understand?"

You smile at him "wasn't planning on it"

When you return to Nikolai, he sees the marks on your neck. He'll joke/tease you about it as a way to cope with what he's feeling and Fyodor will be able to see the pained look in Nikolai's eyes, but he'll hold no sympathy for him only pity.

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itsvelyria · 4 months

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"types of date the f1 drivers would love"

Charles Leclerc

Exercise Dates: Charles has a newfound love for workouts, he realises as he watches you expertly straighten your arms — the ones currently holding onto the weight bar like a pro. You had convinced him to join you in a morning yoga class, claiming it did wonders for mental health. Like the stupid in-love fool he is, he had agreed, on the condition that you would join him in a gym session. In his head, you were completely taken by his impressive show of strength in a new environment. That was not the case. And to make matters worse, the bicep curls you two had did earlier had resulted in a little, minor, unnoticeable tingle in the back of his spine that sent blood rushing to the bottom half of his body.

Carlos Sainz

Nature Dates: Mountains were for hiking and running and the occasional stargazing session when he was in the mood for it. What he was unaware of, was their ability to host camping sessions. But you did. And you had asked him with unmistakable joy in your twinkling eyes. So now here he was, sitting on a camping chair that you had set up. In fact, everything was set up by you — the chairs, tent, fire. You had even brought metal sticks specifically for roasting marshmallows, which was what the pair of you were doing now. He watched as you purposefully burned your marshmallow, fanning out the flames that had engulfed the treat. It was quiet in the background and unlike in the city, he found himself fully focused on you.

Daniel Ricciardo

Driving Dates: He thought you were mad when you brought up a road trip. But he went along, thinking that a little road trip through Australia couldn’t be that extreme. He was so wrong. First, because it wasn’t through Australia and second, because he had forgotten you were the one planning. So now here he was, listening to your off-tune rendition of Coast by Hailee Steinfeld as he drives through what he is 60% sure is Wanaka in bloody New Zealand. The weather could not be more perfect, with amber coloured leaves decorating the trees and ground and the morning sun still shining through the mountains. You offer a chip to him, holding the delicate thing out between your fingers. He takes it without a second thought. In his opinion, being with you made the best dates.

George Russell

Educational Experiences: It was supposed to be a public conference about dinosaurs at the Natural History Museum. And you had plans to go alone, take some time to yourself, enjoy the strange bout of nice weather London has been bestowed. George was the one who had invited himself and waited by the door. And how were you to say no, while the man was dressed like an academic, even going the extra mile of wearing glasses. So you spent a quiet, calming few hours listening intently to a few speakers then touring the museum with your hand tucked into his. It was a nice feeling, sharing your intellectual interests with him and having him actually pay attention unlike some other ex-boyfriends you've had. Maybe you would invite him on a few more dates like these from now on.

Lando Norris

Adventurous Outings: He had brought you because it was what he did as a child and you two were on a trip to visit his parents and hometown so it only made sense. Then he saw you having the time of your life, racing down straights and winding round corners. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair matted but you had clutched to his arms and asked if you could do another round. Now, it was his personal mission to bring you go-karting in as many tracks as possible. It also helps that he actually (secretly) likes losing to you, because you spend the rest of the day with the biggest grin on your face and nothing beats seeing you like that. He also likes the little kisses you give to comfort his "bruised ego", but he will deny it till the world ends.

Lewis Hamilton

Group Socializing: He loved this. He thinks he can die happy like this. Okay, maybe not. But this would definitely be one of the scenes that would flit through his mind while he was dying. The immense rush of serotonin that fills his brains and muscles when he sees you fluttering around the room should be studied. His eyes never leave your form, clad in a simple cream dress, the perfect contrast to the glow of your skin. You pour bubbly champagne for his friends and have little interactions with the kids scattered around the room which sends them giggling. The adults are enthralled by you too, countless eyes lingering on your form as you leave their small groups. He can’t blame them – being the most shameless one ever. But even so, he’s the only one who can wrap his arms around your tiny waist, pulling you into his chest, the beam on your lips the brightest thing he’s seen all day.

Max Verstappen

Romantic Retreats: Being away from his simulator for this long felt a little weird. He acknowledged the tingly feeling in the back of his spine every morning when he woke up in the largest bed he had ever seen, looking out onto the turquoise ocean. The sea breeze that greeted him this morning was cool, and his robe hung alone beside the bathroom door. The other was wrapped around the figure gazing out onto said sea out on the exposed balcony. Someone has been by the private island with breakfast, he notes, smelling the spread of breakfast foods from the adjoining dining room. He would join you soon, thick white robe around his shoulders and you between his arms, but until then, he lets the tingly feeling settle and just enjoys the view.

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to-mah-to27 · 2 months

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Kubosai but its just Kusuo curling up into fetal position after a really stressful day and Aren curling around him like a protective ball and they fall asleep like that

Kubosai but its just Aren getting super excited about finding a new coffee flavored sweet and buying it for Kusuo, but he's so excited his accent slips in and then when someone asks about it he accidentally calls Kusuo his husband because he's been subconsciously thinking of Kusuo as his husband for years

Kubosai but its just Kusuo turning into a cat when he's tired of people because cats aren't expected to put up with shit and he starts putting Arens number on his lil collar because sometimes people will try to figure out who his owner is cause he's too clean to be a stray and when they call Aren will come pick him up

Kubosai but its just Kusuo bringing Aren with him when he teleports to the middle of nowhere to train, and Aren sits on the sidelines cheering enthusiastically, then Kusuo decides to ask Aren to try and get a hit on him so it turns into something of a spar with Aren swinging throw after throw and watching in awe as Kusuo manages to dodge each one and Kusuo is fighting a smile because as it goes on it gets harder to dodge and he feels intellectually stimulated for the first time in a long time

Kubosai but its just Kusuo staring at and admiring Arens hands on a lazy afternoon

Kubosai but its Kusuo reversing time on Arens injuries after a fight with a kiss on the forehead

Kubosai but its Kusuo and Aren breathing heavy and covered in scrapes and blood after a fight they didn't pick, Arens hands clenching and unclenching and Kusuos eyes glowing as they glare at any remaining potential enemy with a look that says "fucking touch him, I dare you."

Kubosai but its Aren laying on the grass with his eyes closed on a summer morning and Kusuo sits next to him with a book and he thinks heaven must be this moment for eternity

#kubosai

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kolyasupremanxy · 1 year

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Fyodor with a s/o like makima please?? <33 like incredibly high intelligence, sly manipulations, detailed plans, etccc

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 + 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Idfk

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Mentions of manipulation.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.5k

𝐀/𝐧: Sorry for the wait—

Fyodor is intrigued by s/o's intelligence and finds their sly manipulations impressive. He enjoys watching them plan and strategize, and often asks for their input in his own criminal activities.

Fyodor sees s/o as a valuable asset to the Decay of Angels, and often uses their intelligence to further the organization's goals.

S/o's manipulative tactics sometimes clash with Fyodor's straightforward approach, but he trusts them enough to let them work their magic.

Fyodor is often the face of the Decay of Angels while s/o works behind the scenes, pulling strings and making calculated moves to further their agenda.

Fyodor and s/o's relationship is based on mutual respect for each other's intellect and abilities, and they often have intellectual discussions about their plans.

Fyodor sometimes worries that s/o's intelligence and manipulations may be too powerful, but he cannot deny their effectiveness.

S/o often tests Fyodor's patience with their schemes, but he can't help but be drawn to their brilliance and cunning.

Fyodor finds it fascinating to watch s/o work, and often observes them with a sense of awe and admiration.

Despite their shared criminal affiliations, Fyodor and s/o often have philosophical debates about morality and the nature of power.

Fyodor is aware of s/o's manipulations and is not afraid to call them out when necessary, but he ultimately trusts them to further their shared goals.

S/o's intelligence and strategic thinking often help Fyodor avoid dangerous situations and come out on top in their criminal dealings.

Fyodor and s/o's relationship is built on a foundation of power and mutual respect, and they work together to create a world where they can rule supreme.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You and Fyodor were seated in his dimly-lit office, discussing the latest developments in your criminal organization's plan for world domination. Fyodor's piercing gaze was fixed on you as he listened to your detailed report, nodding occasionally in approval.

"Your plans are impressively cunning, my dear," Fyodor said, his lips curling into a cold smile. "You truly are a master manipulator."

You smirked in response, pleased by his praise. "I learned from the best," you replied, your voice laced with seductive undertones.

Fyodor leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. "And what do you plan to do with this newfound power, my love?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs and adopting a nonchalant expression. "Rule the world, of course," you said with a shrug. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

Fyodor chuckled darkly, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "Indeed I did," he said. "And with you by my side, I have no doubt that we will succeed."

The atmosphere in the room was charged with an intense energy, the air thick with the scent of power and desire. As Fyodor leaned in to kiss you, you knew that together, you and your sinister partner would stop at nothing to achieve your goals.

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anjelicawrites · 4 months

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Cringefail Throuple 💡

On a rainy day with the cringies, Reader and Billy are watching some kind of trashy reality tv, while Michael reads a stuffy intellectual book. He sits on the couch with them, but he scoffs at whatever they choose to watch.

Flash forward to about three hours later, and Michael is screaming blood murder at the tv because how DARE Tiffany wear an outfit that slutty to Rebecca’s classy holiday party!?!?!?!

It takes a good long fucking to calm him down.

Warnings: reference to panic attacks, Billy's car bomb, kissing, prostate massage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral (male receiving), anal fingering, anal, p in v sex.

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Billy started watching what Michael calls 'Trash food for your brain' TV right after surviving the bomb car incident. For some months, even though he was seeing a therapist on line, he couldn't stand setting foot outside his parents' home; the fact that their house had been besieged by journalists for weeks hadn't help his mental health but, even if that weren't the case, he couldn't stand the outside world without falling prey of panic attacks. To stop the awful thoughts in his head, and to pass the time, he had started watching all brain killing daytime TV; he didn't truly follow the storylines, he just needed the constant white noise in the background. Now that he's doing so much better, and has you and Michael by his side, it's simply a way to unwind from the stress of stepping up at the pub. Secretly he is following a couple of storylines and he's keeping mum about it, he knows Michael will never let him hear the end of it!

You have started because of a couple of friends who wanted the option of someone smart on the crazy, oftentimes, toxic situations the authors create for the participants. You and your friends still have the WhatsApp group created for this occasion even though commenting in real time is not something you can do anymore. You maintain the habit whenever you are crashing at Billy's and want some down time to completely shut down your brain.

Usually Michael is not with you and Billy when this happens, he bitches and moans too much on how this trash is bad for both your brains and you two should do something different to unwind, like reading. Billy isn't much of a reader himself and you need to stop your brain from overworking, sometimes, and a book is of no help, staring blankly at the screen works for you.

It's a rainy weekend that has forced you three to change your plans and stay at home, moping a bit because you and Michael will have your exams soon and will be drowning in work for weeks and wished to be out and about, before the library swallows you two whole. You've curled next to Billy who is playing on his phone while some inane trash reality plays in the background, Michael is sitting on the only armchair with a thick tome about some mathematical problem you'd rather ignore and is groaning whenever the people on the screen are raising their voices too much for his own tastes. You've elected to ignore him and just let yourself be lulled into a semi conscious state by the rain pelting the windows and the stupid conversations on screen.

You jump awake when Michael shouts, finger pointing at the TV. For a moment you don't truly understand what he's saying, then your ears pick up his indignant tone: apparently one of the housewives of God knows where has arrived at this fancy birthday party dressed like a hooker. You stare owlishly at Billy, hoping he would help you understand what's happening on the screen; he can only shrug his shoulders.

"He's getting into it." Billy tells you. "He's been huffing like a boiling pot since the episode started." "Why?" The situation is so surreal you think you are still sleeping and having a weird ass dream. "Someone tried to do a sum and failed. He picked that up and was hooked ever since." "54 plus 67" comes from the armchair. "What?" You're too sleepy for math at the moment. "The simple sum. Look at that!" Michael snaps, finger pointed to the TV in the corner.

Billy snickers as you try to focus on the images on the screen. OK, the housewives rarely venture into classy territory: what's having Micheal's panties in a bunch?

"Those boots with that dress? You're never shagging her husband!"

Still feeling like you've walked into an alternate reality, you stare at Michael, who is sitting on the armchair, back hunched forward, his hands like claws around the worn fabric of the armchair. You recognize the behavior: he acted like this when Oliver decided to tag along with Felix's crowd, way before Billy became part of your lives. You had to go through countless rants against vapid cunts and bootlickers and there was only one thing that helped kicking him out of this mood.

You nudge Billy who is having too much fun just looking at Michael getting more incensed with each passing minute and stand up, throwing your sweater and shirt on the floor, before straddling Michael's legs.

"Now, I think you've had too much trash telly for today, what do you say?"

Michael is hyperfocusing so much that he doesn't notice your naked breasts, it takes Billy's hand in his hair to force his line of sight away from the screen to your naked skin.

"If you're not interested we can start without you, genius boy." Billy says.

You take the glasses off Michael's nose and put them on the floor.

"You're not going to need those for a while, love."

Before Michael can start complaining, Billy's lips slant over his, tongue ruthlessly fucking Michael's slack mouth; soon moans escape when your start playing with his nipples, the cold of your fingers against his inflamed skin sends shockwaves through his body, his mind absolutely focused on you and Billy and the raging erection in his trousers.

Still kissing, Billy has Michael standing up as you undo his trousers and guide him to the couch, where Billy bends Michael over, with his hands on the backrest and his legs spread for easy reaching. You kneel on the floor, one hand around Michael's erection, jacking him slowly with a loose fist, aiming at torturing him while Billy's finds the lube stashed under the cushions.

"Shit!" Michael's hips jut forward in the pathetic attempt to take control. "Go faster!" "Are you going to beg?" "Ah! No!" He moans, tears pooling in his eyes. "Then I should have some more fun."

Michael's complaints die on his tongue when your lips slowly envelope his weeping head, all of his movements controlled by Billy's hand on his hip, who is now in forcing Michael to sit still as you slowly blow him, your fingers tight around his base to make sure he's not coming before you and Billy allow him to.

Over you, the sticky sounds of your lovers kissing resume, accompanied by the squelching of the lube poured over Michael's hole, followed by Billy's long fingers fucking hard and fast against his prostate. Michael wails and moans with every passing of your lips up and down his length, your mouth tight enough to tease but not to make him come, Billy's fingers bullying his prostate make his knee wobble and the know in his belly tighten almost to the point of pain. He needs, needs to come, empty his bollocks all over your face, if only you'd lose your fingers around his base!

"Not so fast, genius boy. I think you need to stop thinking before you get to come".

Billy drawls against Michael's ear, before his teeth find the meat of his shoulder and bite down savagely, the pain forcing Michael over the abyss with a pained wail.

Michael's body shudders when the fingers in his arse don't stop fucking against his prostate and his balls are still full and heavy. Your tongue licks the thin fluid bubbling from his cock head, before you resume slowly blowing him, now swallowing around his cock until you're flush against him and his vision turns black.

Again and again pleasure ravages through him, until his bollocks hurt and he can't stand up anymore, not that this stops you and Billy from torturing him while you two help him on his back, by letting his heavy cock slap against his contracted abs.

Michael trembles and tries to breath when you two stop touching him just to stare at his body covered in sweat and your saliva. He's beautiful and debauched with his legs spread and cock hard, a thin line of spit sleeping from his parted lips. He moans when you take his erection in your hands again and roll the condom on, before your cunt envelops him slowly: you can't risk him coming just now.

You can feel Michael's full body shudders when Billy's cock breaches him, Michael's hole already fucked so thoroughly, that Billy bottoms out easily, before he starts grinding against his prostate, slow and thorough, just following the leisure rhythm of your hips and Michael's high pitched wails.

"Look at us." You order.

Michael's tears stained eyes fixate on your body as Billy's hands cup your breasts and play with your nipples, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that have both you and Michael moan. If it weren't for your weight and Billy's, Michael's hip would have already bucked wildly under you when your muscles clench, strangling his cock, which has his arse curl tightly around Billy's engorged erection; Billy can't help it but fuck Michael with harder and faster pushes and Michael is babbling, desperate to come, every cell of his being ready to explode.

"Don't you dare!" You pant. "Not yet!"

Michael's fingers grab your arse, helping you grind tighter against him, your muscles curling around him to the point of pain, Billy's hands grasp his hips to anchor himself to push inside of him like the desperate man that he is, almost mad with the pleasure Michael's tight arse is giving him.

Michael's back arches when he comes, his nails grab at your skin with a savagery that leaves marks behind, the pain kick starting your orgasm, your cunt a vise around Michael who whines and screams, his arse so tight that Billy comes with a shout, before falling over you, effectively trapping Michael under your combined weights.

The bloody sofa is too small to house you three, not that any of you cares, breathless as you all are, your brains still coming down from the incredible high you have experienced.

You nuzzle Michael's neck, your tongue licking the sweat there.

"She's already shagged her friend's husband. You'd know that if you'd followed the whole season."

The vibrations of Billy's laughter travel down your back and Michael huffs under you: if he gets to be fucked like this every time you three watch trash TV together he's happy to watch every single episode!

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cricketnationrise · 5 months

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3:15am, anywhere in the Brownstone, Alex or Henry (or both) follow your bliss. The vibes are “Sleep Please Come To Me” by Matthew Barber — I’m not projecting, you’re projecting. As spicy or not spicy as you feel like. xoxo MJ/kiwiana(-writes)

First of all - thank you for introducing me to Matthew Barber! How does he get his voice to do that?

Second of all - mwah I love you, I wrote you some words about it

want your own ficlet? read more here.

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

3:15am, the brownstone

For all it’s the City That Never Sleeps, New York is quiet outside Henry’s window. It’s possible that the bulletproof glass windows are responsible for the unnatural hush, but Henry wouldn’t be surprised if somehow the entire metropolis got together to go to bed early on purpose, just to taunt him. Just to leave him alone with his thoughts. Just to really highlight how bad Henry’s insomnia is—and how much worse his insomnia has gotten even after finally being allowed to leave the palace.

It feels like some sort of cosmic punishment, a cruel joke: Henry gets out from under Gran’s immediate influence, gets to put a bloody ocean between himself and his biggest stressors, gets to choose how he lives for the first time in his life—and he still can’t sodding sleep.

Henry’s been actively trying to sleep since one in the morning, and it's sometime after three now. He’s tried his usual tricks of Bake Off and chamomile, even tried reading Dickens of all people. Normally, something either works by now, or he’s wired enough to realize sleep won’t come at all and he’ll grab his notebook and write until the sun comes up. Tonight, Henry is stuck in this heinous limbo—too awake to sleep, too tired to push through to morning. The real trouble is, Henry knows what would work.

Or who would, rather.

But that someone is clear across Brooklyn, tucked into his own apartment, out of Henry’s reach.

Intellectually, Henry knows it’s a good idea for him and Alex to live alone for a bit before moving in together. It will benefit them both to figure out who they are when they’re alone, away from their families and roommates—who they are as single entities. But it does gall at times like this, when Henry knows that if Alex was spending the night, he’d already be asleep.

If Alex had been here tonight, they would have eaten pasta on the couch, done the dishes side by side, sneaking light, loving touches between bites and passing clean dishes off to be dried with a kiss. If Alex had been here tonight, they would have retreated to the study for a few hours, Alex to his readings and case studies and papers, Henry to his plans for the shelter, his manuscript, his email updates for Bea, and the poetry he wants to surprise Alex with for his birthday.

If Alex had come to the brownstone tonight, Henry would have pulled Alex away from his laptop with a gentle hand in his hair, a tender kiss against his neck, a murmured plan of putting his mouth somewhere distinctly lower. Alex would have tripped in his haste to pull Henry up the stairs, would have thrown Henry’s good jumper clear across the room, desperate to get his hands on the dip of Henry’s waist, would have covered Henry’s body with his own, and met every movement of Henry’s lips with matching passion and love.

If Alex was spending the night, Henry would be curled around his boyfriend right now, soaking up his warmth, pressed so close not even a hair could get between them. If Alex was here, their legs would be tangled together, he’d be able to match his breathing to Alex’s, he’d be able to feel Alex’s heartbeat beneath his hand. If Alex was here, Henry could pull Alex on top of him, could let himself be covered and surrounded by his boyfriend, could drift to sleep with the faint smell of cinnamon in the air.

If Alex was here tonight—

There’s footsteps on the stairs, a creak of the floorboards on the landing, and then his bedroom door eases open. Henry’s brief tension melts away as a shaft of moonlight reflects off a chain necklace he knows better than the back of his own hand — the key and ring strung through it glinting in the pale blue light.

#cricket writes #youtastelike-sunlight #rwrb #ficlet fest 500 #kiwiana-writes #LOVE YOU MJ #you have the honor of being kicking off the fest #💜🦗

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miradelletarot · 2 months

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For the WIP 'midsummer' sounds really intriguing to me!! I need it!

OHH HO HOOHHH, buckle up then! *cackles* It's abundantly smutty lol. This is actually an idea i had this morning after I woke up, and had to write down everything i could before i lost it. So, it's (obviously) unfinished. I am not sure if this is gonna go into the longfic series I'm writing (since it's Gale x Sagora) or if this will be nothing more than a treato/fun brainworm thing, but I kinda dig it lol. Basically, I remember reading about the Midsummer events in Waterdeep and how debauched they are (super hot btw,) and imagined that Gale is particularly very horny b/c he has his druid wifey to play with now during these very lusty festivals (and SHE. LOVES. IT.) I head canon that after they have been home for a while, she sates some of his intellectual boredom by teaching him some druidic magic...hence the wild shaping thing I got going on here. CW: predator/prey, dom!gale, roleplay (or at least the idea of it lol) and uhhh...hot druid things I guess (eta: and probably a touch of a mention of possibly fucking outside lmao).

**Naughty things under the cut. Minors DNI**

“You know, my love –” Gale saunters over to Sagora where she stood at the kitchen counter preparing lunch. He clutched his fingers around her hips from behind, pressing his body into hers as his lips brush against the shell of her ear. “– I was thinking…we could certainly have some fun this evening.”

She shudders as his breath tickles her neck, writhing as she giggles, and spins around to face him, arms draping over his shoulders. “What did you have in mind?” Her coy smirk told him she knew exactly what he had in mind.

“Oh, I was thinking we could start with a romantic dinner, perhaps more than a little wine…a frolic through the woods?” Each thought was punctuated with sultry kisses along her neck, his hands roaming up her waist towards her breasts. She rolled her head back, surrendering to his touch as his lips traveled down along her collarbone to her cleavage that peaked out of her bodice.

She rolled languidly back into him, fingers tousling his hair as she pressed her forehead to his. “And what, my dear wizard, makes you think you can catch me?”

Gale let out a low, growling chuckle. “Well, you’ve taught me a thing or two about your magic. I think I could use that to my advantage.” He pulled away slightly, looking in her eyes with mischievous intent, and a wild smirk curling his lips. “We’ll play a little game. Hide-and-Seek.” Her breath hitched as he dug his fingers into her waist. “I’ll be the wolf, and you…you, my love…will be a cute, little rabbit.” Sagora’s eyes narrowed playfully. “That’s easy. I’ll be so small you’ll never find me.” She wrinkled her nose at him, teasing against his seductive advances.

His eyes went dark with lust as he pushed her back against the nearby wall, one hand clutching her waist, the other braced against the wall over her head as he pressed into her. His voice was thick and low against her skin.

“Careful, little bunny. You don’t want to test the patience of a hungry wolf. Do you?”

Sagora bit her lip, her pulse quickening as arousal pooled between her legs. She whispered. “What will happen if you catch me?” “Little bunnies that get caught...get devoured. Right there…in the middle of the forest.”

Her body shuddered, her walls pulsing at the very implication of Gale’s tongue sliding between her folds. It took her a moment to regain her composure under the crushing weight of her salacious need.

“…And what if you don’t?”

Gale thought for a moment as a sinful darkness filled his gaze. “Then I suppose I’ll have to chase you until I do.” He leaned in close, whispering against her parted lips. “Either way, my naughty little rabbit…I shall have my prize.” He licked the parted seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue before slipping inside, claiming her mouth with abandon. She moaned into him, her hips rocking against the hardness that tented his trousers. _____

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lightsoutletsgo · 2 months

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Congrats on 500 followers! Such an exciting milestone! Can I ask for a celebration ship (ideally 2 lol)? I’d describe myself as introverted, intellectual, and a walking shitpost lol I love music (literally all kinds), books (I have a booktube channel), coffee, video games, and touching grass. I’m plus size and I go to the gym everyday and I’ve been doing archery for almost 25 years (I’m not as old as that makes me sound; I’ve been shooting for most of my life) and I am an Olympic-style competitor (I’m not good enough for the Olympics yet, but a girl can dream). I have a degree in English lit/creative writing and I work in the legal field. My friends would describe me as the dependable one, the one who always shows up, the one who gives the beat hugs, and the one most likely to go to war on their behalf. In a partner I look for someone I can laugh A LOT with, someone who can talk about literally anything and who is interested in lots of things, and someone who REALLY likes cuddling.

Thank you so much in advance! Your work is so good and I’m so excited to keep reading. Here’s to another 500!

🏹 anon

hello love! thank you so so much for sending in your request! omg you sound so interesting and cool 😭 I really had to do a little thinking about who I was gonna put you with 👀 but I think I got it? happy reading! mimi

LEWIS HAMILTON ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you darling and love - loves, loves, LOVES your thighs! they're so cosy and comfy. he's also obsessed with your hips - his love language is physical touch and acts of service - nothing he loves more than a cuddle session with you and he is a firm believer that there's nothing a cuddle can't fix

as an athlete himself, lewis knows how much time and dedication you have to put into becoming one of the best and so he loves supporting you on your journey for that. he comes to as many practices and competitions as he can and he loves to offer up his physiotherapist for you to use too! of course now and again he loves to try things out himself and rather annoyingly it doesn't take him long to get the hang of it! of course it's always nice seeing his arms and hands flex when he tries so do you actually mind?

the two of you spend plenty of evenings listening to music together whether it's new tunes on spotify or golden oldies on vinyl. lewis loves to gently tap out the rhythms on your hands and hips as he holds them and it's easily a soothing motion that helps if you ever get overwhelmed while out with him.

lewis understands that your job can be stressful and so he loves to help you unload as much as he can at the end of the day. if he's far away he's right there on facetime, smiling at you as you cuddle with roscoe on the couch and rant to him. or if he's in person, he's offering a back massage, shoulder massage, starting to make dinner and telling you to go an shower the day away while he puts your cosy clothes in the dryer.

"love?" lewis emerges from the garden where he's been doing a light workout, "where'd you go?" he's not concerned at the lack of response, he knows you've had a lot of work you've been focusing on lately and so he surmises you've probably fallen asleep somewhere. roscoe is nowhere to be found either, having grown bored of watching lewis' workout halfway through and plodding back into the house, so lewis knows he'll find the two of you curled up either on the couch or the bed.

walking through the living room, the couch is empty and so he heads straight for the bedroom. he quietly opens the door, smiling to himself at the sound of your heavy breathing and roscoe's snoring. he closes the door and showers as fast as he possibly can. his body craving yours and needing to be close to you. once he's showered, he emerges into your shared bedroom once more, pulling his sweatpants on and carefully sliding into bed behind you. wrapping an arm around you, you shift in your sleep, nose wrinkling slightly as you're disturbed. it doesn't take more than a soft 'shhh' and kiss to the head from lewis before you're settled once more, body naturally wriggling closer to him a little more as you seek his body heat. lewis closes his eyes with a happy hum. this is his favourite place.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

CHARLES LECLERC ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you mon amour or mon ange - charles loves your smile! whether it's your soft half-asleep smile first thing in the morning or a massive grin that greets him when he gets home after a long triple-header - his love language is quality time - he could spend hours praising you for the smallest things, just to watch the way you melt and flourish under his love and adoration. to him, you're a goddess!

charles loves that you're his shy little bookworm! he's that much in love with you that he's turned one of the big windows of his monaco apartment into your reading nook; complete with cosy chair, shelves, lighting and a small coffee table with a mug warmer to keep your coffee at the right temperature all the time! one of his favourite ways to pass the time when he's home is to sit and play piano while you read. he tells you it's a good exercise in practicing different styles and emotions of song. he'll ask you what mood the scene you're reading is and start playing accordingly.

he loves to watch you make videos for your youtube channel and often adds his opinion. your followers love it so much that it turns into a regular weekly segment on your channel! charles is in awe that your degree is in creative writing and is summoning up the courage to ask you to write a bedtime story he can gift and read to his niece for her birthday.

he knows you're the dependable friend, he sees it in the way you are with the people around you. but he also knows that that can sometimes be a little tiring and difficult when you yourself are struggling and so he becomes your dependable person. he loves being able to do the little things for you to make it easier.

the rain gently patters against the window of your apartment as grey clouds roll over the harbours of monaco. but here in your apartment with charles, it's warm and cosy and homely. it's a rare weekend that he's home and you've been spending time existing together. you've been reading while he plays piano, a new composition brewing in his head and now in his phone voice memos but now a sleepy atmosphere is settling over the apartment.

charles leans against the big L-shaped couch as you lay in-between his legs. his hands gently run up and down your sides as you lazily hum the tune he was playing barely five minutes earlier. he lets out a breath of laughter and smiles down at you, one hand coming up to stroke your head as you tilt your head up. he stares at you for a moment, just enjoying having you in his lap. his finger gently traces your face. across your cheeks, up your nose, across your bottom lip. he grins at you, completely lovesick as your eyelashes flutter shut and you sigh. leaning down he kisses you softly once, then again and once more.

#mimi's 500 celebration ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡#🏹 anon #mimi.writes #mimi.answers #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader

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yinses · 2 years

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I am in love with reader and Tighnari!!! listen—hear me out here. two words: tighnari + ticklish

i really need to shift into my next project but tighari thoughts won't escape and you guys aren't helping !!!!

but here is a little drabble. because you're right, tighnari is protecting more than his dignity when hiding those ears.

part of this verse

there were many things tighnari could account for tolerating. at the top of the list was naturally the akademiya, the staunch ability to be such a intellectually dense institution was beyond even his comprehension. but he’d digress. practically raising collei was a task itself that nearly encouraged the idea of an infinite capacity. then there was you, who had an endless array of quirks that sometimes had the ability to stimulate the far planes of his restraint.

he’d tripped over enough odds and ends meandering through the space he now shared with you. he’d woken up to tools digging into his back and more than once accidentally ate some fauna bait you’d let sit invitingly in the food storage.

you were the embodiment of odd habits, but this was certainly the most difficult to ignore.

the first time, he simply brushed it off as a passing motion. his ears had twitched in response, but had otherwise accepted the casualty. the second time, however, they were more aware and flickered at an angle to get out of reach. and the third time- tighnari nearly parted with his seat.

“what are you doing?”

you tensed briefly, but otherwise kept your hand steady as the tips of your fingers traced over the arc of tighnari’s ear. the touch was soft, but no less threatening to his sensitivity. the ressearcher attempted to shrug away but the inquisitive fingers chased the target with an answering chuckle.

tighari grumbled under your insistence,“i give you an inch and you take a mile.”

“oh, are you ticklish, tighnari?”

the accused fox cringed at the allegation further incriminating him against the obvious evidence. the blow was hardly softened by the way his ears fluttered.

teeth bared in a grin, you took an offensive step forward, the smile only widening further when tighnari responded with a defensive retreat. it was endearing to see such a confident, if not a little petty, master scholar trembling from such a simple touch.

“tighnari…”

jars and assorted tools clinked together in protest as the fox backed into the workstation effectively cornered. considerate but certainly not above taking advantage of the situation, you closed in on the pensive figure keen on seeing the investigation through.

“you like to forget that i'm still your boss.”

ignoring the flimsy warning, you braced your hands on the edge of the table, rising to your toes carefully. for a moment, you met the churring storm pooling in his gaze with scrutiny before leaning closer. tighnari hissed in surprise as a tongue flicked the sharp curve of his ear, biting back another as you enclosed the tip between your teeth.

the next time you hear your name, it's lower in volume and heavy with bated breath. encouraged by the hands warming your sides, you curl closer, lavishing the delicate organ with rumbling hums. eventually, tighnari sags against you, holding you close with a defeated sigh,” you’re such a menace.”

nuzzling into the strong line of his jaw, you placed an apologetic kiss just a hair lower. “and you thought i wouldn’t notice, but i finally caught on last night.”

tighnari considered denying further, but he was aware that he was only a warm blow away from losing all sanity. instead, he turns his head at a slight incline, hoping to deter you from his other ear. he shuddered through a few well placed kisses, hands tightening as a sneaky palm pressed against the tepid skin just above his waistline.

“maybe you should show me some other ...sensitive areas and i might be persuaded to leave your ears alone.’’

fingers entangled with his own, and with an easy pull you were drawn towards the bed.

he was taught to expect the unexpected and to explore and engage in all curiosities. from his own research, he learned that not every scientist got to pick their independent variables; sometimes they were simply dependent on the course of the experiment.

at the very least, you were a study he hoped to never figure out.

#tighnari x reader #tighnari imagine #genshin tighnari #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagine

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bropunzeling · 6 months

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Mattdrai #12 pls

(things you said when you thought i was asleep)

Matthew wakes up at 3:32 AM.

It's like this, sometimes. Doesn't matter how tired he is, how hard his day was. He'll drop off, easy as anything, and then suddenly: boom. Awake. Even as he rolls over in bed, tugging the comforter down and closing his eyes, it doesn't help. Just reminds him that he's still awake, and not sleeping, the way he's supposed to. He asked a doctor, once, when he was getting checked out for something else, and they told him that if he isn't falling back asleep, he needs to get out of bed and do something else until he's tired.

Matthew's not sure if that's the right protocol when there's someone else sleeping over. But, fuck, he's awake. Might as well.

He gets up carefully, doing his best not to make too much noise. It doesn't seem to matter -- Leon sleeps like a dead thing, sacked out on his back, mouth open. There's a bit of drool at the corner of his lips. His hair is sticking up everywhere. Worst case of bedhead Matthew's ever seen.

It shouldn't be endearing. This isn't the kind of thing where Matthew can let himself be endeared.

Matthew pads downstairs; does some sit-ups, push-ups. Reads on his phone until the text blurs. Blue light is probably also bad for him, but fuck, what else is he supposed to do? His brain is racing a mile a minute, consumed by anxiety about, fuck, everything. Why he's so goddamn snake-bitten. The pointed, prickly silences when he brings up the Oiler's season, even if it's to give Leon a fucking compliment. The way Leon had looked, sneaking in after curfew even though Matthew knows intellectually that he doesn't give a fuck. Eyes wide and dark, reaching for Matthew before Matthew had gotten the front door shut behind him. Kissing Matthew like it was the only thing that would help him leave the rest of the world behind. How he asked without words for Matthew to fuck him; how he kissed afterwards, slack-mouthed and tired and refusing to let Matthew roll out of reach.

It's been a year and a half since Matthew thought this thing between them would stutter to a stop. Somehow, it hasn't. He's starting to wonder if it ever will.

At 4:12, he gives up on downstairs and comes back to bed. Leon has moved a little in his sleep, curled up on his side, one hand clenched in the pillow. His hair is somehow worse than it was before, and Matthew can't tamp down the urge to reach over and smooth it down, until it looks a little more put together. Sweep his thumb over the wrinkles in Leon's forehead until they fade away.

Then he settles down on his own side of the bed, stares at Leon's sleeping face. The sweep of his eyelashes, stark even in the darkness; the slow rise and fall of his chest.

"What the fuck are we doing?" Matthew asks quietly.

Leon shifts, exhale stuttering, and Matthew holds his breath -- but then he sighs, and rolls back on his back. His breathing evens out. Matthew listens to that sound, the slow, long inhale and the rattling exhale, until he isn't able to think any longer.

#ask meme

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wjhik · 9 months

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i’m not sure how much you know about his personality but could we please have a cutesey TAA fluff where he and y/n spend the day doing “nerdy” things he likes? eg watching harry potter, playing chess, reading, watching history movies?

basically a day where y/n allows him to be unapologetically himself and indulge in interests which other people may not be into :) 😇

i love your fics!

Let's Play A Game (Trent Alexander-Arnold)

Y/N's POV:

"Hey, love. I'm home. Missed you." I say as I walk up to Trent and give him a kiss. I look at what he's watching. Harry Potter: The Goblet of Fire is playing. (the best one idgaf) I smile at how nerdy this guy is and give him a kiss on the cheek. "Missed you, too. Put your stuff down. Dinner's ready." He says. I rush into the bedroom and put my work bag down. I sit down on the ottoman at the foot of our bed and take off my shoes. I tie my hair up before unbuttoning my blouse. I pull it off my shoulders and unzip my skirt. I slip it down my legs and pick it and the shirt up. I walk into our bathroom and use the toilet and take out my contact lenses, as well as put the clothes in the hamper. I walk back out into the bedroom and open the wardrobe.

"You look amazing." Trent says, wrapping his arms around my naked waist. He tucks his head in my shoulder and sniffs my neck. I squirm away, being extremely ticklish. I pull one of my old college shirts on and a pair of denim shorts. Trent pulls me out into the living room and sits me down on the dining table. "Trent! Hold on, I can't see!" I tell him, not wearing my glasses. He rolls his eyes and walks into the bedroom. He comes out holding my glasses by the lens. "Hey! Don't hold it from there. It'll get dirty. Wait, where are you going?" I ask him as he walks away again.

He comes back with his chess board and the pieces. "It's shameful that MY girlfriend doesn't know how to play chess. I think it's time we teach you." He says, setting up the pieces. "I think it's time you get a new girlfriend." I say, getting up. He grabs my arm and pulls me down again. "Please?" He says, looking at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes. I give up and let my boyfriend teach me.

"Checkmate." Trent says for the 7th time in a row. "Oh, C'mon! This isn't fair." I grumble, sinking into the dining chair. "You'll get it, love Don't worry. You're quite good, actually." He tells me, rubbing my arm. "I think if I play another game, my brain will explode." Trent smiles and packs away the pieces. He gives me a kiss before walking to put the board back.

"Wait, what's happening? Why's he a fish?" I ask Trent, utterly confused at this godforsaken movie. "It's because of the Gillyweed." Trent whispers. "Isn't that cheating? It's an advantage." I ask him. He's holding me close with his arm around my shoulder. His other hand is placed on the arm rest of our couch. My legs are curled into his side, a drink in hand. "It's magic land, baby. You can use spells." He says, dumbing it down for me. "Now, shush." I look up at him, offended. He kisses my frown of my face and turns my head to the screen.

The rest of the night was a series of questions on my part and a series of shushing on Trent's. He explained what he could before I lost interest and opened my phone. I scrolled on Instagram for a while before looking up at him. He looks so into the movie. He always pays attention to my interests so maybe I should pay attention to his. I watch the movie with him. I place a kiss on his cheek. He simply looks at me and smiles. I feel my eyes get heavy and eventually doze off.

I open my eyes to see myself in bed, my vision blurry. My glasses are blurry. I turn over to see Trent reading a book. I can't read the title, but I'm sure it's something deep and intellectual, like him. "Hey." I whisper. His head moves to me and he gives me a warm smile. I snuggle into the warm blanket. "I love you." I tell him. He puts his book down and turns off his side lamp. He scoots down and pulls me into him. He places a kiss on my forehead. "I love you more."

Wattpad: funkyfishfeet

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Struggle (Xavier Thorpe x reader)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, groping. Cheesy pick up lines. Part two to Competition (See my pinned post) Same gif for continuity

Requested: Yes.

A/N: Blurb thing worked! Remember that requests for them are still open because they help a lot. Got my writing back. Here, enjoy. I never went to prom because pandemic. No, there won’t be a part three. No smut because to me, it didn’t fit.

“What do you think?” You asked Tyler, pinning your hair in a half up do. You were taking advantage of the biggest mirror in the house, the one in the living room. Tyler was hanging around, waiting in his white suit. “Too much?”

You had curled your hair and put on a light makeup, trying to make it look natural. The same could be said for the dress, choosing a simple white slip one, that shimmered with a pearl finish in the light and ended up in mid calve. You had worried about the theme a lot, not wanting to look like a bride.

“I think you look way too good for being the date of Xavier Thorpe.” He said, placing himself behind you to help you zip up the dress. “Maybe go for a bolder lipstick, so you look more tan.”

The bell rang at that moment, and you gave him a look through the mirror. You were just starting to get your makeup finished, you weren’t going to receive Xavier now. Besides, the door was, like, five feet away from the living room. They would be fine.

“Fine.” He muttered. “I’ll go.”

“Be on your best behavior! And maybe apologize!” You screamed after him, painting your lips red on a whim. Tyler might be the whitest boy ever, but he gave good make up advice sometimes. He had been a mommy’s boy through and through when your aunt was alive, always standing behind her when she got ready, looking with wonder how she did her makeup every day. You knew it because you used to do the same when you were kids, hanging in his house a lot.

You completed your look with some gold earrings, and looked thoughtfully at your hair, lifting it to picture how it would look if you went for a French twist instead.

“Don't.” You heard a voice say. Xavier. “Your hair is stunning. You should wear it down more often.”

“Oh, wow.” You said, turning to him and letting your hair fall back down. He looked good, all dressed in white and with his hair pulled back. But you couldn’t resist. “I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away!”

Xavier laughed, eyes scrunching up in the most adorable way.

“So our competition is still on?” He asked, reclining casually against one of the couches. Because in that case, … Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.”

“Where's Tyler?” You smiled at Xavier, but started looking around for your cousin. He had been ready, but had stayed to hang with you for a while. “Because if he is not here… We have the house to ourselves.”

“He just walked out after letting me in. Didn’t say a word.”

“Sorry. He is sorry about assaulting you, you know? He is going to therapy, he can still be an asshole, but he is trying. I know it doesn’t excuse what Tyler did, but I am sorry you have to interact with him.” And you were truly sorry about it because no matter how much Tyler was trying to get better, no victim should be forced to interact with their aggressor. Xavier was doing it for your sake only.

“Enough about him. You look gorgeous. “ Xavier approached you, hesitant hands coming to grasp at your wrists, slipping something there. A bracelet. One made from moonstone. “Goes with the theme.” But his hands didn’t let go of your wrist. You could feel the warmth there, long fingers circling your wrist. And you were sure he could feel the way your pulse was beating wildly against his fingers, but Xavier seemed unwilling to let you go, lips parted in a surprised expression. It didn’t feel real, after so much time flirting and texting. You were a good match, in terms of intellectual compatibility, you knew that already, with your similar sense of humor and love for banter. It seemed like your chemistry translated to the physical aspect, if a simple, innocent touch like that was affecting you this much.

“You know, my uncle won’t be coming back until twelve or one, maybe. He is obsessed with the murders and avoids Tyler like the plague. He will stay at work for as long as possible.” You said, looking at Xavier’s eyes. You really wanted him to kiss you, to give in. It would be so much better if he was the one coming to you and not the other way. You wanted him, but victory was sweeter. By the look in his eyes, Xavier seemed to be thinking along the same lines. His eyes dropped to your lips, highlighted by the crimson paint there, but he quickly righted himself, looking back into your eyes with a smile.

“As much as I would like to stay here and ditch the dance…” He dropped your wrist, one of his hands making its way to the small of your back. You couldn’t help but shiver at the touch. “I want to do this the right way. Even if in that dress, you look good enough to eat.”

“Oh, you could eat me out anytime.” You winked, making him snort.

“You meant up, surely.” Xavier scrunched his nose, but his lips were stretched into a smile.

“I know what I said, mister.”

Still with his hand on your back, Xavier steered you towards the door. It seemed like tonight, you were the bold one, even if he was unable to stop touching you. You weren’t sure you liked it, so decided to tone it down a little. You weren’t going to spend the whole night chasing him, that’s for sure. It was time he upped his game too.

“You are pretty confident you lead, and I follow.” You stated, letting him move you forward anyway.

“Oh.” Xavier pulled his hand away. “Sorry. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, it's fine. I like it. You wear it well.” You gave him a smile of your own, grin slightly turning more mischievous. After locking the front door, you started walking towards the path with him. “You know, if being sexy was a crime, you would be guilty as charged!”

“Fuck, that was so bad.” Xavier laughed. “ I got one worse.” His hand nestled comfortably against your waist, pulling you along. “You are a hell of a thief, you know?”

“What?” You asked, turning to look at him and tripping with your heels in your haste.

“You stole my heart from across the room.” He finished with a smirk, hands going to steady you. “Careful there. I have been told pearls scratch if they touch gravel.”

“Convenient.” You take his hand in yours and start walking more purposefully. You enter the place confidently, keeping your posture open and a smile on your face. The decorations are nice, the all white theme making it look like a winter wonderland.

“So.” Xavier says, shifting a little on his feet. “Do you like it? Want me to get you a drink?” He rubs the back of his neck. You like how nervous he gets. You aren’t a sadist, but there is something about seeing someone who is so confident in everything else get all shy from holding your hand. It makes him sweeter, softer, like he is not all smooth lines and cocky grins. Tyler was wrong, you realize, Xavier Thorpe is nothing like him at all. In Tyler, there was something harsher even, lurking just beneath the surface. He was too, all smooth words and not an ounce of shame, pulling blushes from girls left and right, with that damn overconfident smile. In Xavier's case, what lurks behind the surface is a softness, a sweetness you bet not many people see from the popular guy.

“It is a beautiful set-up.” You reply, turning towards the commotion in the door. “Seems like my cousin finally made his arrival. Fuck, they look good together.” And you are saying nothing but the truth. Wednesday looks stunning in a black vintage dress, eyes and dark hair glinting prettily. Tyler looks like a dork, but a cute one, looking at her like a lovesick fool.

“Seems so.” Xavier’s voice is bitter. You can’t tell if this is about Wednesday or Tyler, but keeping quiet isn’t an option.

“You are in love with her, too?” You ask him, reclining casually against one table. There has been a spark underneath all your flirting, but if he is in love with Wednesday, you would rather know now before you went all the way and fell for him.

“Just had a tiny crush on her. And… I thought we were friends. ” Xavier answers, leaning on the table too. This way, both of you have eyes on the dance floor, where Wednesday is already causing a commotion. “Seeing her with your cousin… You tried, you know? And I like that. You said you were sorry. But if she is my friend, why would she be his? You are tied to him, I know how blood…”

“Yeah. Blood is thicker than water.” You grab at his hand, holding it in yours once again. This has to be the oddest first date you had ever had, consoling a guy who is moping about his crush going on a date with your cousin, who also assaulted the guy. It is such a ridiculous thought, you can't help but laugh. “You realize how absurd this is?”

“Yeah. Now, let me finish. I might have had a tiny crush on Wednesday, but I have a big, fat one on you.” Xavier drapes his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, until your bodies are touching. You don’t resist. Xavier seems more at ease than before, like the cloud of sadness has lifted from him. But his touch is hesitant, and the way his eyes keep darting to yours shows he is worried his advances might be unwelcome. You have to defuse the situation somehow, and you know just the way.

“Ever the flatterer.” You answer and snicker. Xavier blushes, but doesn’t apologize for the innuendo.

“Dirty mind.” He chastises instead, tugging at a strand of your hair. His hands are gentle, careful to not mess up your curls. You smile at him. It would be easy, you realize, far too easy, to fall for him.

“Oh, I didn’t say anything. You did that all on your own.” Xavier smiles back at you, blush still prominent on his cheeks. It’s kind of cute. “I think we can’t let Tyler embarrass my family name by making all the Nevermore students think we can’t dance.”

“Is that an invitation?” Xavier leans closer, allowing you to smell his cologne. It must be something expensive because it is delicious. You can’t help but lean close too, and going by the way his smile grows, Xavier notices. “I think you look good already, but I bet you would look even better in my arms.”

“Laying it a bit thick there.” But you let him pull you to the dance floor. You catch Tyler’s eyes and give him a wave. He frowns at the way Xavier is pulling you closer to him, hands on your waist, body flush with his. Your eyes open as wide as saucers, and you stop looking at Tyler, instead looking up at the confident grin Xavier is sporting. The heat on your cheeks intensifies, blush coming out in full force.

“Got your attention now?” He arches one eyebrow, a genuine smile threatening to break his facade. You feel giddy, oddly. Like you could end up in a fit of giggles any time from now. Quickly but swiftly, you are losing ground against him and it shows. If you are competing, Xavier just scored twice. The song doesn’t call for this kind of dance, but Xavier seems to want to touch you more than anything. And so because you refuse to lose so easily, you let him do it, peering at him between your lashes, coyly. “You know, we should go to the movies sometime… No, bad idea…”

“Why?” It is a weird conversation topic, for sure. It has nothing to do with your previous talk, nor with the way, he is holding you.

“Because they don’t let you bring your own snacks.” Xavier smiles, dimples in full display. You can't help the groan that leaves your mouth. “Got one worse.”

“Do you?” You arch an eyebrow. That was so cheesy, there was hardly anything more outrageous.

“If you are here, who is running heaven?” Xavier brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, seemingly unable to contain himself. He looks like an eager preschooler showing his friend a new toy. His smile is contagious and so, you end up laughing too. “If you let me, I could worship you all day long.” The second part is more of a whisper, Xavier’s voice going all low and raspy, making your body tingle. He won. That you will admit. There is still honor in losing to a great competitor, after all. You want to jump his bones right there because this boy isn’t only pretty and funny, he’s got a sharp mind and hotness in spades.

“Well, I love me a pious man.” You say, going on your tiptoes. You desperately would like to kiss him, admitting defeat. Overall, it doesn’t matter because you bet tasting his lips would feel like winning too. You don’t get the chance because suddenly, you feel something slimy and cold fall over you. A tiny scream leaves your throat at seeing it is red. The sprinklers… They are leaking something all over the hall. Red liquid splashing everywhere, with a weird texture that reminds you of blood. A terrible thought crosses your head, and you try to get away from Xavier. But his grip doesn’t budge, pulling you even closer instead.

"Shhh, it's just paint.” He says, running a hand over your hair, like one would do to soothe a scared animal. “Don’t freak out. Breathe.” You try to obey him, taking deep breaths. “Look, smell it.” Xavier sweeps his hand over your face, collecting some of the red liquid that covers both of you. He presses it against your nose, which wrinkles at the smell. Xavier is right. Only diluted paint. You feel stupid for panicking, but the way he is rubbing your back prevents you from feeling too bad about it. Now that you aren’t as afraid, you risk a glance at him. Xavier looks silly, all covered in paint, and you can’t help but smile.

“My dress is ruined.” You complain, watching how everyone is evacuating the place, most people running around in blind panic. Xavier keeps holding you, preventing you from rushing to the exits. It is a smart move because you would get trampled if you did the same. You are already getting pushed around from the haste everyone has. Xavier shields you with his body from getting the worst of it.

“Maybe.” Xavier rubs at your back, gently. “You still look gorgeous.”

“You don’t, you look silly.” Xavier gives you a fake wounded look. “You know, you are quite the artist…. You were great at drawing me in.” At that, he laughs, throwing his head back. He looks cute. You hate it. To distract yourself from his stupidly cute face and kissable lips, having came back to your senses and refusing to surrender in this game of yours, you take a look across the room. People have started calming down, only a few students left, calmly heading to the exits.”I should go home, right?"

“Let me find your cousin first. If he doesn’t show, I’ll walk you home. You can’t go back on your own this late, with all the attacks.” Xavier scans the crowd, but he is unable to find Tyler, too. You bet he has gone with Wednesday somewhere. You pull out your phone, checking your lock screen. It is just as you suspected.

“Tyler texted me, he is going after Wednesday.” You say to Xavier, not sad at all. You would much rather have him walk you home than your cousin.

“Come on, I'll walk you home.” Xavier takes off his jacket, soaked in paint as it is, and places it over your shoulders. “It must be cold outside.” He explains. You smile at him.

“Thank you.” You slip your hand in his, and lead him towards the exit. You spent the walk in a comfortable silence. Occasionally, Xavier’s thumb rubs at your knuckles. When you make it to the doorstep, you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach, anticipation cursing in your veins. Is Xavier going to surrender and kiss you goodnight? Or is he going to tease you, make you work for it?

“So.” Xavier says, holding both of your hands in his. “That was a great date.”

“Great enough so I can get a kiss?” You ask, teasingly.

“Maybe. Why don’t you kiss me and find out?” Xavier advances towards you, smirk firmly in place. He was going to be the death of you. Why did you have to love cocky boys? Why?

“Oh, darling, I won’t give in so easily.” You advance towards him, too, until you collide with his chest. Xavier’s eyes drop to your lips and then go back to staring at yours.

“Neither will I.” Xavier answers, grabbing your waist. “No matter how sweet you ask. Not even for this.” He brushes your lips gently with his thumb, smearing the paint covering it. You can’t tell if the red on his thumb is paint or lipstick.

“Are you sure?” You raise yourself on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. Then, to his jaw. The paint smears, covering your lips. You smile against his face, dragging your lips against his skin.

“Sure.” But his hands are gripping your waist even harder. You can tell he wants to pull you even closer, until not even an inch of space remains between your bodies, until you are so close he can feel your heartbeat.

“Sure.” You say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Xavier loses it, then. He pulls you close and kisses you, practically pouncing on you. In his haste, your teeth knock together, and you snicker, but he quickly fixes the angle. One of his hands remains in your waist, gripping the fabric of your dress harshly in his fist. The other comes to grab at your hair, pulling a little at it. You moan, and pull away from him. “Maybe you would like to come in?”

“You drive me crazy.” Xavier grasps at your thighs, palming at your legs over the dress. Then, suddenly sobering up, he pulls away. “But, I am doing this right. And make no mistake. You might have won this battle, but I will win the war.”

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