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heart-of-the-morningstar · 2 months

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✨Pretty Boy✨

OOOOOHHHH BUDDY I'm excited to post this story! I'm not gonna ramble for this one, so please enjoy the ride 😉

(I'm a teeny bit late on posting this but better late than never!)

Summary: You find something peculiar in the walk-in closet...

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, lingerie, mention of toys, oral (f receiving), collars, pegging

"Damn it! Where the hell is it?," you shouted in frustration. You should have looked for that dress before you hopped in the shower, things would have been way smoother. Now you stood in your walk-in closet with damp hair and adorning nothing but a towel that was wrapped tightly around your chest. You could have sworn you saw that purple sequence dress hanging in here last night! Where could it have gone? You rummaged around your closet for 10 minutes now, but you still came up empty handed! You stomped over to the last rack of hanging clothes closest to the back wall, scanning every article of clothing.

While pushing each dress from left to right that wasn't the one you were hoping to find, something had caught your eye. A small golden handle on the left side of the wooden wall with hinges on the right side. A door? You were in here so often, it's hard to imagine how you could have missed it! Tentatively, you reached out to grab the handle, curious as to what you would find. The small door slowly creaked open and...woah...

You blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing what you saw hanging in there. "Lingerie?," you mumbled to yourself. Well, it certainly wasn't yours, you never really cared to wear something like that yourself, and Lucifer never seemed to mind your decision either, thankfully. You pulled one of the hanging pieces from the rack to examine it closely. The design was elegant as far as lingerie was concerned. Black fabric with lacy red leaf designs on the breasts and stomach area with no coverage around either side of the abdomen.

It was cute...but who's was it? Perhaps it was Lucifer's ex-wife Lilith's? You weren't sure why she would leave it behind. Or why Lucifer would keep them. But the more you looked at the piece of clothing you held, that didn't seem right either. This was small, smaller than most lingerie you'd seen before. And from what you had seen from pictures, Lilith was not a small woman, far from it. She had to have been at least 7' ft. tall, she would never fit in something like this.

You continued to ponder this until you went back to explore the hidden closet. There were more items located at the very bottom that brought a sudden blush to you face. "Holy shit...," you mouthed, struggling to get your brain to process what you've just found. You felt like you just accidently stumbled into one of Hell's sex shops! Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, collars, bottles of lube and...was that a strap on? What the hell was this perverted closet?! It didn't make sense! Why was this here? Who did this stuff belong to? Why would Lucifer...?

Wait...Lucifer...

Oh! OH SHIT!

It finally clicked in your brain. This was never Lilith's. This was Lucifer's!

“Ok, ok, it’s ok, it’s fine,” you told yourself, “it’s…oh fuck me…”

You stood there dumbfounded, imagining him in the skimpy outfit you held in your hand. You saw him sprawled out in front of you on the bed, drool trailing down the side of his mouth. You saw his half- lidded eyes staring back at you as you hovered over him, his expression filled with need and lust. Your face suddenly felt hot. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the footsteps growing louder behind you.

“Honey?,” Lucifer called out, “are you ready to go? We’re gonna be late for-” he froze as soon as he turned the corner and saw you in your hypnotized state. You snapped your head towards him, holding him in place with your vacant stare. You both stood there wordlessly for a few seconds until Lucifer finally found his voice again.

“I-I…,” he stuttered, “I can explain.”

Oh, you would love to hear his explanation for this. But you quickly decided that you were going to have a little fun with him. Feigning annoyance, you folded your arms across your chest, still hanging on the piece of lingerie.

"And when exactly were you going to tell me about this, Lucifer?" you chastised, almost cracking a smile. "Or were you hoping that I wouldn't find this dirty little closet of yours?"

"Yes! I mean no! Th-that's not it!," he stumbled over his words. He was panicking. It was adorable watching his cheeks turn a shade of red you've never seen from him before. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to cool himself down after the sudden heat spike he felt climb up his face. "Please, love, I'll tell you everything! I'm so sorry, I-I didn't know what you were going to think. I was going to tell you...eventually."

"So let me get this straight," you replied as you sauntered your way over to him, making your way over to the shaken-up man. He backed away from you slowly until he hit the end of the vanity on the other side of the room, gripping it for dear life. Once you finally stood in front of him, you grabbed Lucifer by his tie and forced his face to be inches away from yours. He held his breath as you leaned in closer and closer until he could feel your hot breath on his lips. "You mean to tell me…,” you whispered, “that I could have been fucking you senseless in lingerie this entire time?!"

In that moment, Lucifer’s mind absolutely shattered. Did you say what he thinks you just said? He inhaled sharply after remembering how to breathe. “Y-You…I…th-this is…WHAT?,” he choked out.

“Did I stutter?,” you snickered. You closed the gap between you two and placed a searing kiss on his lips. Though hesitant at first, Lucifer couldn’t help but melt into you, his eyes fluttering shut, your tongues entangled in an elegant dance. You pulled away from him, much to Lucifer’s dismay and flashed him a lustful yet devious grin. “I’m sorry for acting like I was upset with you just now, Luci. That was a tad mean, I admit. In all honesty, it’s actually quite the opposite.”

Lucifer finally released his death grip on the vanity and stood up straight, adjusting his tie that you had loosened. “Th-That’s umm,” Lucifer swallowed hard, “that’s a relief to hear, darling. This is probably the best reaction I could have hoped for.” He flashed a nervous toothy smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think,” you smiled coyly, dropping the towel you had wrapped around your body and revealing your nakedness to a now wide-eyed and mouth agape Lucifer, “we can be a little late for dinner.”

You saw Lucifer swallow hard at the sight of you. “S-sweetheart,” he began,” I admire your eagerness, I really do! B-but we shouldn’t be late, it’s nearly impossible to get a reservation there and-”

Before he could finish making up excuses, you tossed the lingerie onto the vanity behind him and leaned forward to place your hands on either side of him, effectively trapping him against it. “You’re the King of Hell, Lucifer,” you retorted, “what are they going to do if we’re late, turn you away? Besides…” you took one of your hands and palmed the very apparent bulge in Lucifer’s suit pants, causing him to moan, “we really shouldn’t go out while you’re in this state, don’t you agree?”

Lucifer tried to steady his breathing as you continued to rub him through his pants which were now becoming extremely tight and uncomfortable. “It’s-mmph fuck…your fault,” was all he could manage.

You chuckled, loving the effect you had on him. Not to be outdone, one of Lucifer’s hands quickly slipped down between your wet folds, eliciting a surprise yelp from you. You removed your hand from his pants and gripped his shoulder for balance instead. “Well, well,” Lucifer hummed against you, “seems like I’m not the only one who’s needy right now.” He continued to tease your entrance with his fingers, your grip on his shoulder growing tighter with every passing second. But you refused to let him have the upper hand.

“So that’s how we’re gonna play this, huh?” You breathed against his neck.

“You started it, so don’t-HEY!” With one swift motion, you latched onto Lucifer’s hips and threw him over your shoulder while he tried to playfully squirm away from your grasp. You turned and marched your way over to the bed with a coy smile. “Damn it, let me go!,” Lucifer laughed, but the hold you had on him tightened even further. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry! Please put me down, love, I didn’t mean to-WOAH!” You gave him wish by tossing Lucifer onto the mattress beneath him.

“If you’re really sorry,” you teased as you hovered over him, “you’re gonna put that tongue of yours to good use.”

Lucifer’s smile widened, nodding his head vigorously. You chuckled at his eagerness to please you; it was always so endearing. “You know this is supposed to be a punishment, Luci,” you joked.

“Oh trust me, darling,” he smirked, “this will NEVER be a punishment for me.” With that, he grabbed ahold of your waist and forced your body forward, your dripping cunt now mere inches away his lips. You had no time to respond before you felt his tongue dart across your slit. A wanton moan escaped your lips as he worked his tongue around your clit, circling it with such vigor and passion. His hands dug into either side of your thighs, making sure you couldn’t move away from his ministrations. You couldn’t help but begin to grind your hips against his face, attempting to feel as much of him as possible.

“So g-good for me, Luci,” you staggered, “ffffuuuuck, s-such a good boy for me.”

Your words only seemed to make Lucifer pick up his speed, humming against your slick. His forked tongue darted in and out of you at a relentless pace, his own erection all but forgotten at this point. He was more lost in your pleasure and your intoxicating taste to worry about the almost unbearable tightness in his pants. You felt yourself reaching your peak. No matter how many times Lucifer goes down on you, you knew you’d never last long. He knew exactly what he was doing and he took pride in it. That knot forming in your stomach was on the verge of snapping at any moment.

“FUCK LUCIFER,” you moaned, “FUCKFUCKFUCK!” You forgot how to breathe as your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching around nothing as Lucifer lapped up your juices and helped prolong your high. You caught your breath once your body began to relax again. You shifted your body downwards so you could see Lucifer’s face again, now freshly adorned with your release. He flashed you an innocent looking grin, making you smirk and roll your eyes. You gave him a quick peck on his lips, tasting the faintest hint of yourself on them.

“Good boy,” you praised him, a small whimper escaping Lucifer’s throat. “Go change for me,” you tossed your head to side, indicating to the clothing you left on the vanity. Lucifer’s face flushed a deep shade of red, nodding his head wordlessly. “I’ll be right back, love.”

You made your way off the bed and walked over back to the walk-in closet, stopping at your now new favorite section. You grabbed the strap on and placed it around your waist, adjusting the harness to make sure it was snug against your body. The appendage itself wasn't overly large, around the standard 6 inches. It was perfect for both of you though, who knows how long it's been since Lucifer's done this. You wanted to take things slowly. You grabbed a bottle of lube and were about to leave when you something else in that small cupboard caught your eye. You reached down and grabbed it, wanting to complete his little ensemble. You hid the object behind your back so Lucifer couldn't see it at first.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the closet once more. You scanned the bedroom in front of you until your eyes landed on him. His back was towards you, sitting on the opposite edge of the bed, seemingly gripping the sheets below him. You could sense that he was nervous. And if you were being honest, you were too. But tonight you we're going to take care of him, he more than deserved it.

"Luci?," you called out sweetly. Lucifer sat up straight when he heard his name, looking over his shoulder and giving you a faint smile. You slowly moved towards him, your breathing becoming shakier. He stood up from his seated position, hands clenched at his sides when you stopped in front of him. There was no way to hide the flush of your cheeks when you saw him in his lingerie for the first time.

Breathtaking.

The minimal clothing hugged his body so well, and the black and red coloring made his pale skin pop. You couldn't stop staring, and he noticed. He looked away from you, feeling embarrassed, as if he were on display. You took your free hand and placed in under his chin, turning his head and gazing into his lovely yellow eyes. "You look absolutely stunning, Luci. So beautiful..." you trailed off, placing a small kiss on his forehead. Lucifer couldn't help but bury his face in his hands from your words of affection.

"Can you turn around for me, baby? I have one last thing for you," you asked. Lucifer did as you asked, exhaling a deep breath. You took the object you had in the hand behind your back and wrapped it around his neck. A deep red collar with beautiful golden patters and swirls embroidered onto it. Sewn into the front in large cursive letters spelled the words "Pretty Boy". Lucifer turned around and faced you again, lifting his hand to grab his newly embellished neck. "It suits you, my pretty boy," you cooed, palming his cheek and gently rubbing your thumb against his soft skin. You could make out the tiniest of tears forming in your lover's eyes as he leaned into your touch.

"Are you ready?," you asked sweetly.

"Yes," he whispered against your hand.

"We're going to take our time, alright?," you soothed. "If at any time you want to stop, tell me and we'll be done, no questions asked. You promise?"

"I promise," he smiled.

"That's my good boy," you approved. "How do you want to do this; on your back or on your hands and knees? Whatever you want."

Lucifer swallowed hard. "B-Back, please. Wanna see you."

"I was hoping you'd say that" you chuckled. "Lay down for me."

Lucifer quickly crawled back onto the bed and laid down flat on his back, his legs dangling over the edge. You grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it underneath his head, doing your best to make him as comfortable as possible. You walked around to where his legs hung, grabbing the bottle of lube and placing some on your first two fingers. "Legs up," you told him, and he complied immediately. His ankles now rested on either of your shoulders as he looked at you with the neediest expression you've ever seen from him.

"Let's warm you up, love," you hummed, "just relax for me, okay?" Lucifer shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths in and out as you shifted the fabric out of the way from his entrance. It also wasn't lost on you that his cock had been straining against his clothes this whole time, you planned on giving it some much needed attention. Slowly, you placed your first finger against his hole, feeling his body jolt from the sensation.

"I'm alright!," Lucifer nearly shouted, making sure you didn't pull away from him, "just...surprised me is all! Please don't stop."

With a smile, you pushed your index finger inside of him, feeling the tightness squeezing around you. Lucifer bit his lip and released a guttural moan. You set a slow pace as you thrusted your finger in and out of him, feeling his muscles relaxing with every movement.

"M-more, please more," Lucifer babbled. It was impossible to ignore his pleading, so you complied by inserting your second finger into him, picking up your movements slightly. "Ssshhhiiitt..." you heard Lucifer curse as you separated your fingers inside of him, stretching him further. You stretched and pushed your fingers inside as far as you could; Lucifer was already becoming an incoherent mess. After a minute or two of your continued ministrations, you finally removed your fingers from him, causing Lucifer to whimper desperately.

"You're doing so well for me, baby," you praised. You took the bottle of lube once more and applied a generous amount to the strap. You lined up the tip up against his entrance, hearing Lucifer's breath hitch. "Ready, Luci?"

"Yes, please," he whispered almost inaudibly.

You pushed the tip into him as slowly as you could, stopping only halfway when you heard Lucifer nearly scream.

"Do you need me to stop?," you asked anxiously.

"No, no! It's...it's alright," he heaved, "j-just give me a minute, please. It burns somewhat, I kind of forgot about that part." You stayed motionless for about 30 seconds before you heard Lucifer give you the okay to start moving again. You shifted your hips to pull out of him and began to slowly sink back into him. Lucifer clawed at the sheets beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations you were giving him. After only a few more seconds, you had sheathed yourself inside of him as far as you could go. The noises Lucifer was making sent shivers straight down your spine; you wanted more.

"F-fuck..." Lucifer choked out, "Please...please move...n-need it...need you..." He was barely able to form a complete sentence anymore. Not wanting to deny him any longer, you started thrusting your strap in and out of him at a steady pace. The slapping of your skin against his echoed throughout the room, mixing with Lucifer's moans of pure ecstasy. Lucifer arched his back as each of your thrusts brushed against his prostrate. You reached down and pushed more of the fabric away, finally freeing his aching cock that was already leaking an excess amount of precum. You began to stoke him in tandem with your thrusts. Lucifer's eyes shot open from this new sensation he could feel all throughout his entire body, letting out a scream of pleasure.

Lucifer stared back at you as you continued to pound into him. You saw the tears welling up in his eyes, a smile of pure joy spread across his face. It was a feeling of pure bliss; a sense of euphoria had ripped through him. His heart was full. You were and are his everything. You leaned down closer to him, and with your free hand, interlaced your fingers with his own.

“You’re taking me so well, Luci,” you cooed, quickening your thrusts. “You look so pretty, my sweet boy.”

“Hnng, c-can’t…fuckfuckfuck, so c-close, please, don’t stop…gonna-FUCK…gonna cum…” Lucifer mewled. “L-Love you…love you so much, my angel, p-please…”

Your thrusts became erratic and you felt his cock twitching in your hand, ready to burst at the seams. “Love you more, Lucifer. Cum for me, baby, it’s alright. Let it all out for me.”

With a few more sharp thrusts of your hips, his orgasm had knocked the wind of of his lungs. Strings of his hot seed burst out of him, ruining his lovely outfit and spilling over your hand. Your thrusts and stroking had slowed as you helped him ride out his high. Lucifer was left a breathless mess beneath you. You hummed as you licked your hand clean of Lucifer’s mess, savoring its taste. You inched your way out of him gently, locking your hands around his ankles and letting his legs sway freely off the bed once again. After stepping out of the strap, you went and picked up the towel you had left on the floor over by the vanity. You patted down on Lucifer's stomach, wiping away the remains of his orgasm. Crawling up beside him, you outstretched your arms and brought him flush against your chest.

"You did so well, Luci," you murmured against his ear, "are you alright? Do you need anything?"

Lucifer shifted himself so he could face you. His eyes seemed to shimmer when he looked into yours, his expression was soft and serene. "All I'll ever need is you, my dear. Thank you...for this. For everything. I love you...more than anything."

You leaned into each other, your lips crashing together as if it would be the last time. But you knew it wouldn't. You'd always be there for him, just as he would for you. You pulled away and brushed his fallen hair away from his face.

"I guess we missed our reservation," you joked.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm absolutely famished," Lucifer laughed. "I should probably go change again, huh?"

"Yes, go get your suit!" Before he could sit up, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, placing his forehead against your own. "But leave the lingerie on underneath. I'm going to want dessert after our meal."

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I got a lot of explaining to do when I meet Gigachad St. Peter after I leave this corporal realm.

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azsazz · 2 months

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Off Grid

Azriel x Reader [Formula One AU]

Summary: Ferrari has signed on rookie driver Dorian Havilliard. Azriel must learn to navigate the 2024 season with a new teammate and his secret relationship, with you, who just so happens to be the team’s media trainer.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,109

Notes: This one goes out to @moosemahboi for the ask this morning 😏 enjoy 😉 (idk why I can’t tag u but hopefully you see this)

Also, sorry if the formatting looks like shit I’m posting this from my phone. I busted this out so fast tho whoops

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“Azriel, how are you feeling knowing that Ferrari has signed young Dorian Havilliard for the 2024 season?” The reporter asks, sitting eagerly on the edge of his seat. He has his phone out, recording Azriel’s responses. The man has been hanging onto every word Azriel has said; him and the other thirty journalists eager to pester him, all cramped within the small room.

Beside him, Cassian snickers under his breath, all too obviously happy that he’s not the one who must suffer this torturous questioning. Azriel refrains from rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all. Well, it’s not absurd but it feels like it because it’s been the only question anyone seems to care about right now, they no longer care to ask how the new chassis feels, what his thoughts are about the new Las Vegas race added to the schedule, how he’s projected to be one of the top drivers this season. Was supposed to be one of the top performing drivers of the season. Ever since Ferrari leaked that Dorian Havilliard is making his debut with the team for the first race, it’s been a feeding frenzy for the media, trying to be the first to glean insider information about the fresh meat.

“I think he’ll make a great addition to the team,” is all Azriel offers in response.

He’s hot and sweaty from practice and being blinded by flashes of cameras that don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon isn’t helping his mood in the slightest. It’s the part of his job that he despises the most. All Azriel wants to do is drive, because nothing feels as good as the adrenaline when he’s behind the wheel, but right now all he wants is to go home, not respond to million questions he’s already answered too many times before. And to be honest, he’s kind of pissed about Ferrari signing Dorian Havilliard and nixing Rowan Whitethorn, who has signed on to be McLaren’s first seat after Aedion Ashryver’s accident at the final race of the 2023 season that sent him into early retirement.

There’s a beat of silence, and when it’s clear he has nothing else to say about the matter, someone else pops up from their seat and another question is hurled his way. “And what about your former teammate, Rowan Whitethorn? How is he taking the news of losing his seat to Havilliard?”

The urge to roll his eyes into his fucking skull is so great he almost doesn’t stop it, but the last thing he needs is the team’s media trainer on his case about the appropriate ways to conduct himself during media panels, no matter how pretty she is.

They should be asking this question to Rowan or even Dorian, whenever he begins press for the upcoming season.

“Rowan understands,” he tries to hide the sour tone in his voice. Azriel and Rowan have been driving together for the past three seasons and it’s been one of the best experiences he’s had with a teammate in Formula 1. He knows the constructors are too worried about placing him on the same team as Rhysand or Cassian, who he grew up with at karting school. They’re like brothers and they act like it too, but if they were on the same team the rivalries would feel even more drastic than they already are. “He’s a good driver and talent like his isn’t going away anytime soon.”

Rowan’s new teammate, Hunt Athalar, nods from Azriel’s other side. He and Cassian seem to be enjoying not being pestered with surface-level questions, and Azriel wishes that he was feeling the same.

With a few more unnecessary queries about Dorian, press finally ends. He, Hunt, and Cassian are escorted from the room, the trail of flashes and conversation starting up clinging to his back as he walks.

“Fucking hell,” Azriel mutters to Cassian, who jabs him in the side with a snigger once they’re cleared the room, the door shutting with a loud click behind them. “I hate these interviews.”

“Don’t need to tell me that, mate,” he laughs wholeheartedly, and Azriel glares. “I’m pretty sure everyone can tell. Might want to learn to act like you like it, though. Ferrari won’t keep you if your attitude sucks. But I’m sure that media trainer of yours is about to hunt you down and tell you the same thing.”

Azriel frowns. He thought he’d done a pretty good job at deflecting the questions about his new teammate.

“People like me for me,” Azriel shrugs, defending himself. He’s never been a bullshitter, no matter how badly his team has wanted him to be. This is what the people get, 100% Azriel, take it or leave it. And Ferrari has decided to take it, for the last three seasons. The second half of his sentence is drowned out as Cassian’s snickering becomes full-bodied laughter. “And my trophies speak for themselves.” He doesn’t mean to come off as cocky, but he’d rather be authentically himself than a puppet to the media.

Cassian shakes his head, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes. “No, people like me for me,” he winks at Azriel’s glare. “They like you because you’re a decent driver.”

Azriel’s nose crinkles. “Decent? My car is projected to perform even better than Rhys’ this year!”

They three drivers turn down a hall, nodding to the two Haas drivers they pass: Bron and Hart.

“We’ll see, won’t we, Athalar?” Cassian cranes his neck around Azriel, directing the question to the silent driver on his other side. Hunt and Azriel have never been close, but the angel of McLaren offers a genuine smile in response.

“Should be a good season, boys.” Azriel and Cassian share a look. A perfect media-trained answer, Hunt gave. The other driver turns off down another hall, “See you later.”

“What a weirdo,” Cassian mutters once Hunt has disappeared from sight. “Good luck to Ro, having to deal with that.”

Azriel finally rolls his eyes like he’s been wanting to do since he left the press room. “Yeah, and I’m the asshole.”

Cassian huffs and the pair of drivers stop at the end of the hall where it splits to go to their respective driver rooms.

“I’ll see you later, man.”

“Hopefully in a better mood, Azzy,” Cassian chuckles and dips down the hall before Azriel can toss another glare or remark at him.

Shaking his head, Azriel returns to his driver room. He’s going to grab his things and get the fuck out of here, because relaxing at his hotel sounds much better than waiting around here any longer.

A knock on the door interrupts his actions, and Azriel wonders why the Mother fails to grace him with one sliver of luck today.

“Come in,” he grunts, snagging his water from where he left it on top of the desk.

You enter the room with your phone and clipboard in your hands. You’re typing on your phone, fingers flying across the screen as you reply to another email. The water does nothing to quench Azriel’s suddenly dry throat.

He can’t help the way his eyes drag down your body with your attention on your phone, drinking in the sight of you in your pressed pants and professional button up shirt. There’s a lanyard around your neck with your Ferrari employee access printed on it and he wants to wrap his fist around the strap and—

Wherever his mind was drifting off to is completely shattered by your piercing eyes. He hasn’t had enough time to prepare for your apparent annoyance at his attitude during the press conference. You don’t look happy, and neither is his name as it rolls from your lips in a disappointed manner. “Azriel.” You step further into the room. “What the hell was that out there? You know you can’t—”

Your rant is cut off as Azriel consumes the space between you in two long strides, leaning in to slant his lips over yours, eating up your words. You can’t help but to melt into it a little, a lot when his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you part for him, brushing up against your tongue in a sensual move.

When he straightens, you’re panting and a bit flushed. Arousal burns through your body like petrol on the track, but you steel yourself against that fire in his eyes, all ready to light you up.

“Not even going to say hello before you start in on me?” Azriel asks, licking his lips. Your eyes follow the motion, and he smirks. The way his body is pressed up against yours and the firm grip of his hands on your hips threatens to distract you further, especially when his red racing suit is slung around his waist, leaving him in that tight, black long sleeve that contours around his lithe body perfectly.

“No,” you agree, and he frowns. “I’m upset with you.”

“Was it something I said?” He cringes at his own lame attempt at a joke, ducking from your serious gaze. “‘M sorry, I’m just sick of all the Dorian questions. They’re not asking anything about the season or the car, only how I feel about a rookie taking Rowan’s seat.”

You ache for him, you really do, but things like this happen in the sport and he’s been in it long enough now that Azriel should know better than to act like this. You can admit, Rowan had been an asset to Ferrari and to Azriel, wriggling his way under the stoic driver’s skin like a worm, burrowing deep into his heart.

“Az, you need to stop playing it like Dorian took his seat on purpose,” you console gently, “We both know that it was Rowan’s time, and he couldn’t resist what McLaren might’ve proposed.”

“I know, I know,” Azriel replies unhappily, retreating to perch on the arm of the small couch. He can accept it, but he doesn’t like it, preferring to blame the new driver instead. “I don’t want to deal with that little punk,” he groans, because the thought of putting up with a cocksure rookie tires him. “Coming in here thinking he owns the damn place.”

“Azriel,” you tut, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on your hip. “That was literally you four years ago.”

“It’s different,” he mutters, but you both know that it’s not.

You abandon your phone and clipboard on the desk in the room before standing between his parted thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. His damp hair is slicked back but a strand falls across his forehead and he looks really good like this, head tilted upwards, gold eyes painted with false innocence.

“Why don’t you, instead of being Dorian’s enemy, you become his ally?” You ask softly, fingering the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Because that’s not how the team works, baby,” Azriel sighs, enjoying the way you’re scratching his skin. He wants to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of your neck, maybe take a cat nap or nip at the skin there. “We might drive for the same team, but I’m not looking to be the supporting driver.”

Fuck that. There’s no way he’s letting a rookie take his seat when he’s worked his ass off since he received it. He’s been driving for Ferrari since he first got an in the sport, four years ago. He fought tooth and nail to work up from second seat to first, and Azriel will be damned if Dorian rips it from under him in one season.

“Your jealousy is showing,” you tease your boyfriend a little, poking him on the nose. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, hanging all over each other when anyone could walk into the room, but you can’t resist your draw to Azriel. “It’s not as endearing as it is when you’re jealous that I’m talking to one of the engineers.”

“Don’t remind me,” Azriel grunts, eyes hardening a little. “You’re mine and I don’t like to share.”

You snort, “That much is clear, babe,” you step out of his arms and miss the heat of his body already. You collect your things from the desk and return to him for a quick kiss. You shoot him a final knowing look, dodging his attempts at capturing you against his chest again. “Work on it, Azriel. I mean it.”

He salutes you as you open the door to slip out. “Yes ma’am.”

It shuts quietly behind you and Azriel slumps back onto the couch, sighing.

It’s going to be a long season.

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@iambored24601 @secretlyhers @kylaisra @daily-dose-of-sass wasn’t sure but figured u might want to see this one 😅

#acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #f1driver!azriel #formula 1 au #acotar x f1

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 7 days

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Guilty as Sin?

James Potter x f!reader (mentioned), Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, lots of descriptions of what ifs (you’ll understand with the song), underage smoking, if you squint it may just be cheating but oh well, this is so good to me

summary: someone once told you, there’s no such thing as bad thoughts… right?

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m in love with this song from taylor’s new album!!! sorry if this characterization isn’t what you like but this concept has been eating me alive. i love remus tho. might be a part two if you guys want !!!

part two is here!!

~~~

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me “Downtown Lights”

I hadn’t heard it in a while

~~~

“Oi y/n!”

You turned on your heels at the sound of your name being called. Down the hallway, you could see James Potter striding toward you. Despite the bodies of other students that filled the hall, you could see he was holding something in his hand. It looked big, and as he came closer and closer you could see more and more of what it was.

“Hello James, something I can help you with?” You asked once he was close enough to hear your normal tone. You looked down at his hands, you could see what he was holding clearly, it was a record. And from the cover of it, it looked to be a muggle one. “What’s that?”

James smiled his intoxicating smile and held the record up. “Something for you.”

You gasped and one of your hands moved up to cover your mouth. In his hands, he held the latest album of your favorite singer, Heroes by David Bowie. It had come out in October, and every time you searched for it, it was sold out. You traced your eyes over the beautiful shining black and white cover, you were practically speechless.

“How did you- when did you- James...”

“I have my ways, don’t worry about it,” the black-haired boy replied with a small laugh.

“It’s not close enough to be a Christmas gift, and you know my birthday isn’t till spring,” you observed out loud. Your eyes met his again and you blinked. “So, what’s this for?”

He shrugged. “For the past few weeks, I haven’t been the only one to take notice of how much you’ve been playing Bowie in the common room. And I heard you talking to Moony about how you haven’t got the new album yet... so here it is.”

He held it out to you and with delicate hands, you accepted the gift, still amazed. “James, you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m surprised Moony didn’t already get it for you.”

“Yeah...” You looked down for a moment before meeting his eyes again, and you smiled. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Play it tonight, put it to use. Anyway, I’ve got to run, I’m supposed to be helping Peter with his Charms homework. See you at dinner.”

He gave you another smile before turning and walking back the way he came. You were too preoccupied with the flawless record in your hands to say goodbye. For a split second, you felt your heart flutter with a feeling you knew you shouldn’t have felt. So, you pushed it away and restarted your walk to the dungeons.

You knew better than to let those thoughts linger in the open hallway.

~~~

My boredom’s bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

~~~

“James got that for you?”

You had just put the record on, and the sound of David Bowie's voice began to fill the Gryffindor common room. Your cheeks almost hurt from how much you’d been smiling. On one of the couches, your boyfriend Remus sat, his typical book in his lap. You turned and flung yourself on the open spot next to him, nodding your head to the beat of the song.

“Yeah, he gave it to me earlier, isn’t it wonderful?”

Remus nodded; his eyes locked on his book. “It’s definitely something.”

You rolled your eyes. “You like Bowie too last I checked.”

“You play him so much I’m surprised not everyone likes him,” Remus replied. Suddenly he shut his book and turned his head to look at you. For a split second, you felt hope that he was going to just listen with you. But of course, that wasn’t the case. Instead, he rose from the couch. “I can’t concentrate with it playing, I’m going to go read in my dorm.”

“But we barely spend any time together Rem, unless it’s a shag,” you protested, anger suddenly taking you over. “When’s the last time we went on a proper date? Or anything at all? I’m so bored of this.”

Remus as usual, kept his composer and showed no sign of any emotion. “If you’re so bored you’re welcome to leave me.”

“You know that’s not what I want,” you said.

“Then I’m not sure what to tell you. You’re welcome to join me, you know where to find me.”

He left before you could say anything else.

You ran your hands over your face in frustration. How did your relationship come to this? You started dating Remus in fifth year, and it had been the happiest moment of your life. He was your first love, the boy you shared almost all of your firsts with actually. You loved him more than anyone, yet it never seemed to be enough. So, you began to give up.

After all, it was your last year at Hogwarts, after it ended, you’d never have to see him again. Because really, was so much pain worth a moment of happiness? You didn’t believe so anymore.

Instead of following him up to his dorm as you would have the year prior, you simply laid back on the couch and enjoyed the first listen of the album.

~~~

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he’s a paradox

I’m seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

~~~

The first time you ever thought of James in the way you knew you shouldn’t be was about a year into your relationship with Remus. After he had begun his distant behavior, his cold manners, and all those awful things. Previously, you had only ever felt attracted to the one Marauder. You saw Peter as a sweet little brother, you saw Sirius as an older annoying brother, and you saw James as well, a friend. That was until one late December night.

You and Remus had one of your arguments and you went outside for a smoke to help with your anxiety. For a few minutes, you sat in silence, the cold air and smoke in your lungs a great distraction from the boiling fears that consumed your mind. You were afraid to lose Remus. More than afraid. So, you inhaled a deep puff of the cigarette to focus on something else.

“You’ll catch a cold out here you know.”

You jumped at the sudden sound of a voice. James sat next to you, and you were perplexed at how he managed to sneak into the spot so quietly. You were also confused as to why he was there in the first place.

“If that’s the case then why are you out here?” You questioned as you let out a cloud of smoke.

He held up his hand and you passed it to him. “I had a... date anyway Filtch was in the corridor, so I ran out here. I doubt he followed, he and Mrs. Norris hate this time of year.” He inhaled a deep breath and passed the cigarette back to you. “Why are you out here?”

“A date? Is that what they call a shag now?” You laughed for a few seconds before your frown resurfaced. “Remus and I had a disagreement. We both said some nasty things, I needed to clear my head.”

“Ah, lovers quarrel. Are you all right? Remus can say some pretty nasty things when he’s mad,” James said as he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

You stared at him in silence for a moment. Never before had you realized how attractive he really was. Sirius was known to be the most attractive of the Marauders, but his crude personality, at least in your opinion, always outshined his natural features. James, however, since the start of sixth year, had matured. That meant he was no longer solely physically attractive; he also had an attractive personality. He was funny, caring, outgoing, and a leader. And of course, he was six feet tall with curly black hair and a perfect smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

You swallowed away the tingly feeling that shot through your fingers as you passed him the cigarette again.

He’s your boyfriend's best mate, stop thinking like that. You thought to yourself.

But as you watched him exhale another breath of smoke you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how his perfect lips would feel against yours.

“I’m sure you two will make up by the end of the night, he really loves you,” he spoke. His eyes caught yours, you could see the small smirk on his all too good-looking lips. “Who wouldn’t fancy a girl like you anyway?”

“A lot of guys actually,” you responded.

His hazel eyes were practically glowing. “They’re blokes. Have you seen yourself y/n? You’re pretty, smart, funny, and you have a fascinating music taste. And anything Remus might’ve said to make you feel less than perfect well... he didn’t mean it. Trust me, that wouldn’t be possible.”

You laughed. “What? Me being less than perfect or Remus meaning what he said?”

“Both,” James answered.

He must’ve felt it too. That pull. You almost considered moving closer to him, but before you could make the decision James stood. You were relieved, the spell was broken. Your senses came back. You shouldn’t have even thought about what it would feel like to kiss James Potter.

“Let’s get back up to the tower, it’s pretty fucking cold,” he said.

You only nodded and threw your cigarette to the ground, crushing it with your sneaker after you stood. “All right.”

The two of you walked back up silently and you were greeted by an apologetic Remus. As he held you in his arms though, all you could think about were the thoughts you had previously thought.

~~~

What if he’s written “mine” on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

~~~

You gripped the red sheets of Remus’s bed so hard your knuckles turned white. Your breathing was heavy and unsteady. You tried to lean your head up to kiss him, but he wasn’t paying attention. It was something you’d grown used to. He liked to fuck you hard, not soft, not lovingly. No. He liked it intensely. You did too, but you also liked being gently taken care of.

Too bad he didn’t enjoy that anymore.

“Rem I-”

“I’m- almost done.” He cut you off, his breathless voice which once made you squirm now made you angry.

It was despicable, it was so wrong. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it.

You closed your eyes and began to imagine someone else on top of you. Instantly, you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks at the picture in your mind. He would be so much more careful, and considerate. You’d heard from many girls how good of a lover he was. All of them would dote on how much he liked pleasing them. With his fingers, his mouth, and his...

You tried to squeeze your thighs together.

You should’ve stopped, you knew that. But your mind kept going.

You pictured him on top of you. His curls would be so soft. His hands would be callused from Quidditch. He’d use them on you, make you cum over and over again. You imagined how he’d curl his fingers so perfectly inside you.

“That’s it, my perfect girl,” he’d whisper to you as he went on with it. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, without warning, you felt yourself reach a peak you hadn’t reached in a while. You squeezed your eyes shut and came at the thought of how good James Potter's praises would make you feel.

When Remus was done, he lay next to you on the bed breathless. “You came?”

You only stared at the top of his bed. “Yeah.”

~~~

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath, takin all of me

We’ve already done it in my head

If it’s make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we’ll both uphold somehow?

~~~

There was something so exhilarating about being around James. Especially when the two of you were alone. It was as though every time the two of you had a moment alone, he gave you another reason to keep your fantasies going. Often, it made you wonder if he knew of your terrible thoughts.

The two of you sat by the black lake, the rest of your friends were further away playing a game of football. It was funny watching Lily get frustrated trying to explain the rules to Sirius, but it was even funnier when James commented on it from beside you.

“Oh no, he picked it up again. Evans is almost turning as red as her hair, I worry for her health,” the boy with glasses joked.

You snorted. “She’s going to have a heart attack from that boy mark my words.”

“I believe that. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing she’s thinking about becoming a Healer,” he replied.

You threw your head back as you laughed, one of your hands flying up to grip James’s arm. After a few seconds though, you composed yourself and pulled your hand off him as though it had been burned. Your eyes immediately found Remus across the field. He paid you no mind.

“Y/n can I ask you something a little personal?” James asked.

Your eyes met his and you didn’t hesitate to nod. “Sure.”

“You and Remus, things aren’t good between the two of you.”

“What gave that away?” You faked a smile. “But that’s not a question love.”

He really smiled. “I know. Sorry. My question was why are you still with him if things between the two of you are like this? I understand being in love, Merlin I tried to get Evans to go out with me for ages. But you and Moony... You used to be in our room all the time, you guys used to be so happy and I dunno around each other. Do you guys even go out anymore? I haven’t seen a snog between the two of you in a while.”

You inhaled a deep breath, your attention moving to the blade of grass between your fingers. “I suppose I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Yes, afraid. Rem he- he's my first everything and I dunno. If we broke up the friend group would be torn, and everything would be complicated. I suppose it’s just easier this way,” you answered. You hadn’t been this honest about how you felt in a long time. It felt good. And it felt even better when you caught James’s caring eyes.

“Do you love him?”

His question caught you off guard. “I did. I still think I do.”

You watched him look across the field for a few seconds before he did something you never would’ve expected. Ever so gently, he placed his hand over yours on the grass. All you could do was stare wildly into his eyes. Was this supposed to make your heart race and your face red?

“I care about you y/n, and I care about Remus as well. I want what’s best for both of you and if I’m being honest, I don’t think that’s with each other,” he said softly.

“Have you said this to him then?” You questioned, you found it hard to breathe with the feeling of his rough hand on yours.

James nodded. “Of course I have. He doesn’t like advice that much though.”

“He really doesn’t does he?” You mumbled.

“No, he doesn’t. But either of you can talk to me about anything. You know that right? You don’t have to be afraid of anything y/n. Even if you do break up I’ll be here for you, you won’t be alone. Course you have Lily and Mary and Marlene as well but...” You watched his face change as he trailed off. “I dunno. I thought it would be different with me.”

“Different?” You held your breath. “How so?”

His thumb moved across your skin; you bit down on your lip.

“You know...” he trailed off again, his voice quieter than before.

All you could think about was how good it would feel to pounce on top of him and kiss him till you couldn’t breathe. You’d do it, even out there in the open. You imagined how intense and fast it would be. A few minutes at most but a lifetime of pleasure no doubt. He’d make you feel things you hadn’t felt in ages, he’d do whatever you asked. That’s just the person he was.

“James, you don’t even know the half of it,” you admitted softly.

“Love, I think I do.”

You could’ve fainted right then and there. His eyes were so mesmerizing, his voice sent goosebumps all over your body. It was terrible, despicable, and tragic. But oh, how fucking good it felt to be seen again. And as it seemed, James really saw you.

“James we can’t-”

“We aren’t doing anything.” He leaned closer to you. “And besides there’s no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk.”

“So you-”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“James...”

“I know I must sound like a god-awful prat but believe me I don’t want the two of you to break up so we can... No. I want you two to break up because both of you are miserable. And I do really care about the both of you, you’re my mates.” He explained quickly.

You turned back to the field and saw Remus slowly approaching. Without thinking you ripped your hand away from James’s as fast as you could and stood up. You took a few deep breaths before you looked down at James.

“If Remus and I do break up, I want you to know it’s not because of... all right?”

“All right.” He nodded.

“Good,” you said before turning and making your way out to Remus.

You knew what he wanted to do, and you would oblige.

You had about ten thousand more fantasies to think of during it anyway.

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gyuhanniescarat · 1 year

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King of My Heart

happy birthday to my one and only, the loml, my mingoo, my GyuGyu <3 <3

• pairing: kim mingyu x afab!reader

• genres/tropes: smut (MDNI — If you’re not 18+, then see yourself to the door n let it kick ya on the way out, ‘mkay), fluff, established relationship, slice of life, idol mingyu, non-idol reader

• warnings: cross-mix of cute domestic smut with pure, utter filth, slight sub!gyu moment (reader calls gyu ‘baby boy’ like once), love-drunk reader, love-drunk n pussy-whipped gyu, insanely — slightly unnecessary — excessive use of petnames (reader calls gyu ‘babe’, ‘gyu’, ‘gyugyu’; gyu calls reader ‘angel’, ‘princess’, ‘baby girl’, ‘darlin’, ‘baby’), daddy kink, dirty talk, slight mean!dom mingyu (Mingyu is a fucking MENACE here), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), hair pulling (m receiving), praise kink (we all know Mingyu is a sucker for some praise) bulge kink, size kink (Sry not Sry, I am one of if not THE main proprietor of the MINGYU MONSTER COCK agenda), breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI’s when intimate with a partner y’all), talks of pregnancy — no actual impregnation tho — let me know if i missed something luvvies!

• word count: 4.2k and some change

• request: no

• a/n: It’s the loml’s bday!!! Happy Mingyu day! I’ve had this blog for a year, and I just realized this is the FIRST full fic I’ve written for my favorite boy. This piece took on a mind of its own for real and became so so much more than I'd initially intended, but I guess that's to be expected when it comes to writing about Kim Mingyu. Tagging my fellow resident Gyuldaengie of the svthub server @onlymingyus out of love <3

You’re hard at work in the kitchen finishing dinner prep, when suddenly, you get pulled from your focus by the loud sound of the door to your and Mingyu’s shared apartment slamming open and shut. Gyu sluggishly glides into the living room, haphazardly tossing his bags on top of the coffee table. He unleashes a deep, exasperated sigh as his long and slender fingers run through his hair, his statuesque, athletically strong-built physique finally giving in to the utter exhaustion as he ungracefully plops into the couch.

From your position at the kitchen island, you watch Mingyu with worry as the sight of his tousled jet-black locks, bloodshot dark brown eyes, and rumpled clothes comes into view. As he stares off into the distance, one hand reaches up to rub away at his cheeks and jawline. Gently wiping your sauce and frosting-covered fingers off on the kitchen towel hanging over the oven door handle, you set aside the prepped meal and softly waltz over towards the couch.

“Gyu? You okay, babe? How did the recording session and dance practice filming go?” You question, resting a hand on your boyfriend’s knee as you sweetly gaze into his weary eyes. Mingyu’s hand reaches down to intertwine with the hand you placed on his knee and pulls you into his embrace. Basking in the warmth his muscular upper torso gives off, you wait for Mingyu to find the words to express what caused him to return home completely worn out. Breathing in the lingering, sweet scent of your rose-scented shampoo, Mingyu tries to calm himself down before he speaks, as he vowed to himself he’d never ever take out any negative emotions on you.

“Ughh, honestly… I’m beat, angel. It feels like I’m gonna drop dead any minute now. Recording wasn’t too bad, actually. But the dance practice was an absolute hellfire. We had to do so many fucking takes in order to make the choreography look its 10000% best. Sorry, I got home later than usual, princess.” Gyu starts off ranting, but ends, speaking to you like you hold the answers to all the stresses in his world. The way you grin so widely and gaze at him in pure love and adoration doing everything to heal Mingyu’s heart and mind from the chaos of his daily routine.

“Silly, silly boy. You don’t got nothin’ to apologize for, Gyu. I’m just glad you’re finally home, baby boy. Been waiting to snuggle with my GyuGyu and spend the rest of your special day together. It sucks when you have schedules on your birthday, but I hope some dinner and cake as we watch your favorite movie can make up for all the not-so-fun things you had to do today.” You giggle lightheartedly into his chest, glancing up into his chocolate eyes as your hands mischievously trace random shapes into his chest over his tight white t-shirt. Your mischievousness rubs off onto Mingyu as you note a shift in his now darkening eyes.

“Mhmm… as nice as an evening of dinner and a movie with my girl sounds… as hungry and thirsty I am for one of your home-cooked meals, there’s something else I’m feeling more hungry and thirsty for right now, baby girl.” Mingyu huskily growls, hands slipping under your frilly bustier and coming up near the hook of your blush lace push-up bra. “Mingyu” you whine out. “Ah, ah, ah. You should be saving those sweet, addictive noises for later, princess.” Mingyu lowly whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine from both his words and the warmth of his breath near your ear.

“I thought you were tired from work, Gyu? We… we don’t have to… if you’re feeling worn out from practice, babe.” You stammer out, nervously and innocently, eyes shifting away from making contact with Mingyu’s. Mingyu lightly chuckles and brings a hand under your chin, compelling you to look into his eyes, “I may be dead-tired, but I’m never too tired to take good care of my number one girl. Let me worship you and your stunning body, angel, ‘mkay?” “O-O-Okay, GyuGyu.”

“Mmph. You know ‘GyuGyu’ or ‘Mingyu’ isn’t my name right now, yea. What’s my special name during sexytime, princess? C’mon, say it for me. I know you can say it.” Mingyu prompts. “S-sorry d-d-daddy. I’ll be your good baby now.” You shyly mumble, still not confident in saying the pet name, despite all the years you’ve been having sex with your boyfriend. “Of course, you’ll be a good baby for daddy. You’re my cute, precious little baby girl, right? You want to make daddy feel good and have daddy make you feel good, yea?” Mingyu replies, easily picking you up from the couch with little effort.

You’re completely lost in the feelings of kissing Mingyu as he guides you from the living room and down the hall toward your bedroom. You don’t hesitate to help Mingyu out of his clothes along the way, one hand wrapped around his neck as the other hand reaches out to loosen the strings of his black sweats, causing the pair of bottoms to fall to the faux wood floors. Mingyu skillfully steps out of them whilst still enraptured by the spell of your lips. As the kiss deepens to a full-blown makeout session, the hand resting on his neck starts playing with the hair along the nape of his neck.

Mingyu stumbles through the threshold and clumsily tosses you on top of your california king mattress. He stalks towards the vanity area and brings your chair over right in front of the foot of the bed. “Since it’s my birthday, I can make a few wishes, yea, princess? So, my first birthday wish, Take off your clothes. Slowly. Give daddy a lil show, yea?”

“Gy-... Daddyyyy! Please!” You moan, already done with your boyfriend’s teasing foreplay. “Please, what, baby girl.” Mingyu scoffs slightly. “Daddy! I want you. I need you so so so bad right now. Please daddy, help me.” You cry, giving Mingyu your best pouty face. Mingyu looks at you with what you’d hoped was a real bit of giving in, but it’s just his mock sympathy. After all, you of all people should know by now.

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A fucking insufferable, cocky little shit of a tease. And what Kim Mingyu wants… he will get, one way or another.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You know better than that, little girl. Unless… do you want a punishment from daddy, princess? Cuz I can and will punish you, if that’s what you ask for.” Mingyu warns, trying to read your face to see if you’ll actually challenge him when he’s in fully dom mode. Feathery, dark-tinted eyebrows lifting just slightly before drawing together, you curl your soft pink-tinted lips together as you slowly slide deeper into subspace.

You sit up against the headboard, hands lowering down to grab the hem of your bustier and slowly slip it over your head, before randomly throwing the item of clothing somewhere in the room. One of your eyebrows slowly rises as yet another mischievous look pulls across your cute tiny face. “Bra on or off, daddy?” You cheekily question, noting the way Mingyu’s briefs seem to have started getting tight around his massive length. “Off. Take that cute little bra off right now, baby girl. You know how much daddy loves your pretty tits, darlin’.” Mingyu lowly mumbles, gaze intensely locked in on the view of the valley of your breasts.

Reaching back, you slowly and skillfully undo the clasp of your bra. You cutely chuckle to yourself as an idea pops inside your head, leading Mingyu to question what other ‘great’ idea you have up your sleeve. “Princess… what are you up to, huh?” Silently and with a beaming smile, you pull the cups of the bra away from your breasts and throw it right into Mingyu’s empty lap. “What’s this, baby girl?” He chuckles, fangs showing as his head tips back. “A present for daddy.” You answer. Mingyu turns his head in surprise, tongue poking out in response. “Well, thank you, baby. This is one of my favorite little bras of yours, it’s so pretty… but ya know where I think it’d look even prettier?” He rhetorically questions, chocolate eyes darkening to the point they're almost black. Your head tilts to the right in response, like a confused little lab puppy.

“On the floor. With the rest of your clothes, angel. Panties next. I’ll decide later what I wanna do with that cute little frilly skirt. Maybe, I won’t take it off. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll decide to fuck you in it.” He teases, yet again chuckling at the way your eyes widen in innocence. As if you have any innocence left in you when Mingyu’s been corrupting and intimate with you since the beginning of your relationship.

You gulp and swallow nervously, before gaining the courage to continue. Your hands slide underneath your skirt and up toward the waistband of your undergarment. Slowly, you pull the piece of fabric down your legs and slip it over your feet. Then, taking the lace panties in your hand you fling it into Mingyu’s lap. “Fucking hell. These… You… Oh my god… you fucking soaked through these panties, baby. Tell me, who made you so fucking wet, you ruined your little thong? Huh? Who is it that got you wet, baby girl?” Mingyu teasingly smirks, baiting you once again.

“You… You know, Gyu.” You groan, annoyed. Now it’s Mingyu who playfully tilts his head to the side, acting like the ever-so-cheeky golden retriever he’s always compared to. “I do? Oh, I don’t think so, princess. How can daddy simply read your mind? You gotta use your big girl words if you want daddy to know what you mean.” Mingyu playfully quips, referring to himself in the third person. Thrashing your head side to side and kicking your legs against the mattress, you whine, “You! You, you, you, You! It’s you, daddy! Only you can make me so fucking wet I ruin all my panties. I’m all wet for you, and only you, daddy! Please daddy, please touch me. Please use your fingers, or your mouth, or your c-c-cock… just use whatever you wanna give me!”

Standing up from the chair and coming closer to you, Mingyu grabs at the hem of his white t-shirt and pulls it over his head, exposing his defined pecs and well-chiseled abs to your wandering eyes. Biting down on your lip till you draw crimson and squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to stop the gushing from your core, Mingyu throws his head back and deeply laughs at the sight, “Somethin’ caught your eye, baby girl,” “I know you’ve got a lil tiddie, abs, and arm fetish… but damn princess, you’re looking at me like it’s your last meal.”

“Ha, Is it a crime to stare at my man? What can I say? You’re like a fucking model-level attractive, Gyu. You’re hot, sexy, handsome, a talented idol, and you’re so kind, caring, look out for people, and smart. Sometimes, I just can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you my boyfriend. But, even if you didn’t have the physique of a fucking greek god, I’d still love you.” You giggle, more than happily doting on your man, even during a spicy moment like this.

Mingyu is momentarily thrown off by the sudden sweetness in the air, but his heart swells with pride at the fact that he’s yours and you're his, and only his. Mingyu is truly the lucky one because he gets to call you his baby. “And you’re a fucking gorgeous queen, baby girl. So if anyone’s lucky here, it’s me who’s lucky to be the only man that gets to be with you like this. Now, come here, princess. I wanna taste you so damn bad, I actually just might lose my mind if I have to wait for a second longer.” He commands, nearly pulling you down the bed.

Mingyu lays flat on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, swiftly leaning down to kiss his way up your legs, stopping just near your core as he places a gentle peck on both your left and right inner thigh. “Mhmm… been thinkin’ ‘bout your tight little pussy all day long. Almost had to break away from the members and staff during a snack time, just to slip off to the bathrooms to get myself off on the thought of you, angel. I’ve had a fucking raging hard-on all day. Cheol and Wonu almost interrogated me ‘bout it after practice, baby girl.” He moans lowly, sending vibrations straight to your core.

“M-Min… I- Oh fuck, I need… I-” You shakily moan out, already feeling so incredibly fucked out without any stimulation from Mingyu. Mingyu looks up at the sound of you calling him, and he can’t say the view of you from this angle isn’t having an effect on him at this very moment. “Yeah, princess? Tell me what you need. I got you, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.” He groans, in response to the blissfully fucked out expression on your face. “Please, I need you to… Ahhh shit! I need you to use your tongue and fingers, please Gyu. Prep me to take your big juicy cock, daddy!” Your head falls back against the pillows, hands slowly coming up towards Mingyu’s head and gripping his soft, long, and curly raven locks.

Mingyu places his hands on either side of your hips and pulls your core into his mouth. Pulling his mouth back for a second, he collects a ball of saliva and spits it onto your clit. Strings of residual saliva connect from the corner of his bottom lip to your barren nub. Taking his thumb and placing it onto your clit, he rubs the wet liquid across the expanse of your clit, whilst his long and slender index and middle fingers slip deep into your walls, eventually curling once in deep, “Shit. Tight, so tight, so warm and wet, princess. No matter how many times I use my fingers on you, your tight little pussy somehow gets even tighter around my fingers. Fuck, I’m going to ruin this tiny pussy.”

“Gyu! Oh my god… ahhh ngggh… shit! M-More, I need more daddy! Pleaseeee.” You whine, the pitch of your voice growing higher. “More? You’ve already got two of my fingers deep in your pussy, and my tongue flicking your clit. What more do you need, princess?” Mingyu questions, momentarily pulling his tongue away from your sensitive nub. “I need more. Feels like ‘m gonna cum soon. Please give me another finger, I can take it, daddy. You know I can take it.” You beg, lightly pulling on a few strands of his hair. “Okay. Daddy’ll give you what you want. Say ‘thank you’, baby girl.” Mingyu replies, smirking at how you become increasingly more fucked out.

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…. T-th-thank you. You’re so good to me daddy. It feels so fucking good. You make me feel so fucking good, daddy!” You moan out, like a mantra. Ever the people pleaser he is, your praises go in one direction… and that’s… straight to Mingyu’s big fat dick. The praise you give him damn near snaps the last bits of his resolve and willpower. Reminding you to continue taking slow, deep breaths, Mingyu gently slips a third finger into the walls of your pussy and rubs circles along your clit with his thumb. “Let it go, angel. Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over my fingers and the sheets. You know you want to, darlin’.” Like magic, Mingyu’s words do just the trick to compel your body to jump over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm hits hard, splotches of white dots lining your vision for a minute. Your climax is so intense your thighs uncontrollably shake. “That’s it, princess. Just like that, yea. Cum for me, keep cumming for me, baby girl. I promise your next orgasm is gonna feel all the more better.” Mingyu coos, coaxing you through the aftershocks of your climax.

Vision finally clearing up, coming back down to the space of your shared bedroom, you take deliberate breaths, steering yourself away from any haze and overstimulation. “Fucking hell, Gyu. That was fucking otherworldly how you did that.” You laugh, pulling your tall, muscular, long-limbed man back up the length of the bed, and directing his lips toward yours. “You taste sweeter than the sweetest fruit, baby girl. Can you taste yourself on my lips still?” Mingyu praises, laying the endless nothings on thick, as his hands rub circles into your hip bones. “Shit, I do taste good, don’t I, daddy…” You giggle, licking your lips and blissfully beaming at the man hovering above you. “You taste so fucking good, darlin’. I’d honestly eat you out all damn day if I could.” He chuckles, wholeheartedly laughing with his whole chest.

“Your turn now, daddy. I wanna return the affection and make you feel good too. Second wish, daddy? Anything you want?” You ponder. Mingyu suspiciously hmms, pretending to be thinking about what he wants, when he clearly already knows and more likely than not has known exactly what he’s wanted since the moment he stepped through the door of your apartment tonight.

What Kim Mingyu wants, he will get, one way or another.

“Hmm… while the idea of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock does sound quite nice, I have other plans. I need to be buried balls deep inside of your tight little pussy, my cock making your cute tummy bulge from how deep inside I am, feeling your tight, tiny walls clenching down on my cock, as I breed you nice and full… filling your little cunt with my cum till my seed takes and knocks you up. I wanna make you a cute little mommy. Your petite little frame would look so cute with a round stomach full of my babies, your pretty tits growing as your milk comes in. You’d be the prettiest, sexiest little mama alive. Don’t you want my babies, princess? Imagine it, baby girl.” Mingyu suggests, knowing you’ve always had an infinity for babies and motherhood.

Throwing your head back deeper into the pillows, you bite down on your lips, hard, in an attempt to stifle the feral moans threatening to spill their way out your lips. “Oh-ho-ho, you’re getting turned on by the idea of carrying my babies, and being my hot little baby momma, aren’t you, baby? Should I make you a momma then, angel?” He chuckles, in response to the way you moan and seemingly tighten around his length at the thought.

“Gyu! Gyu, Oh god, yes, yes, yes! Mhmm… Ohh fuck, Ohh fuck, Ohhhhh fuckkk! So fucking good. You’re always so fucking good to me, daddy! God yes, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! You’re so fucking big, Gyu! Oh god, it’s like your cock is gonna rearrange my guts and tear me open. Just like that, daddy! Just like that. Oh, fucking shit! I love you, Kim Mingyu. I love feeling your cock so deep inside of my little pussy.” You repeatedly moan, deep in subspace and even deeper in a hormone-filled daze. Nails alternating between gripping tightly onto Mingyu’s beefy biceps and roaming his back muscles.

“Your tiny little pussy is so greedy for my cum, darlin’. Your wet, tight cunt is sucking me in so deep, Don’t you feel it? Look, baby, look at how desperately your pussy wants me inside.” Mingyu grunts, grabbing one of your hands and trailing it down in the direction of your stomach and core. “Ya feel that, baby girl. Can you feel your cute little stomach bulging every time I push my cock deeper inside you? I’m in so deep, it feels like my cock is gonna hit your cervix for sure. Your tiny cunny is working overtime just to take my whole cock inside you, but even though I’m stretching your tight little walls out to the max right now, we all know your perfect little pussy is just gonna tighten up even more again.”

“Fu-ff-fuck… Oh my fucking god! I- M-Mm… Mingyu! ‘M gonna, ‘m gonna… Oh my god! Aaaahhhh…. Ngggghhh. D-dd-don’t… mhmm fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, Oh god! Mingyu, don’t you dare fucking stop. Don’t fucking stop, just like that, fuck… Just like that, daddy! Oh my god, Gyu, it’s so fucking good. I feel so fucking good… so so so fucking good. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. I’m… mhmm shit, shit, shit! I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours! I’m yours and only yours, forever okay…” You loudly cry, tears spilling down your eyes from the mix of the intense pleasure coursing through your veins and the strong, overflowing love you feel for Kim Mingyu.

“Damn right you are, angel. Mine! You’re mine forever and I’m only yours. I love you so much, y/n. Thank you for being with me all this time, thank you for giving me the great privilege of getting to be with you, of getting to call you my one and only baby. Thank you, baby girl.” Mingyu softly whispers, gently caressing your face and lovingly gazing into your eyes like you’re the only girl in his world.

“You said you wanna make me your hot little baby mama, yeah?” You ask so casually, throwing the usually confident, cocky little shit off his game. Taken aback by the out-of-the-blue line of questioning, Mingyu is frozen in place for a moment. His chocolate eyes widened in sheer surprise and disbelief at the string of words he just heard. Yes, he has thought hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of times about the idea of further making you his girl by impregnating you with his ropes of cum. He’d have to be a damn fool to not have an unspoken desire to see you pregnant with his child.

“I… It-It w-ww-was.. ‘nt… I... are you sure princess?” He stammers, nervously, feeling his blood run cold as he simultaneously feels beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. You lightheartedly giggle, as a wide, bright smile etches across your face, your legs working to wrap around your boyfriend’s waist and trap the man in your embrace. “Gyu, I told you. I love you. I’m yours, only yours. Would it be such a bad idea if we started trying to have a family of our own? I wanna have your babies, Gyu. I wanna make you a daddy for real.” You sweetly admit.

“Of course, I’ve thought many times about you being pregnant with my children. I’d be a fool not to think about how you’d be and look with a child, with my child, our child, but this relationship is a two-person team. So, I don’t wanna put you in any position where it feels like you don’t have a say. I’m just trying to make sure you really want this, baby. As hot as the idea of me possibly knocking you up is, it’s way more than that. Pregnancy is no joke, baby girl. What do you think, angel? I’m open to the idea of trying if that’s something you’re also open to.” Mingyu confesses, nerves running rogue and heart beating a million miles a minute. “Hmm…” You trail off, both mimicking Mingyu’s earlier action and actually giving deep thought to the idea of a family with Mingyu.

“I’m open to it, Gyu. We’re two hot ass people, so our babies would be some pretty and handsome as hell little humans. I wanna have your babies, Gyu. Now, cum for me, babe. Cum inside me, breed me nice and full, daddy! Make me a hot little baby mama, and I’ll make you a hot, sexy ass dilf that all the guys wish they were, and all the girls wish they could get with. Make me yours even more, daddy. Breed me, fill my tiny cunt with every last drop of your hot, thick cum. Breed me, daddy.” You sultrily moan, pulling Mingyu in closer despite already being pressed up right against each other.

“Ohh fuck! You’re gonna be the death of me one day, princess.” Mingyu groans, throwing his head back. “What an iconic way to kick the bucket, babe.” You giggle brightly, kissing and licking a trail of love bites down the side of his neck and along his clavicles. “Oh my god, you’re a menace, a little vixen.” Mingyu feigns shock. “Uhh…. excuse me! I’m the menace?! You, sir… Oh, let’s see… who’s the one that pulled us both away from the notion of having the dinner I worked hard to make because they were ‘hungry and thirsty for something else?’ Oh, wait… I do believe that was you who said those very words, Kim Mingyu.” You scoff, in disbelief at your boyfriend.

“I mean… can you really blame me, if I’m about to make you have the fucking orgasm of your life, darlin’? You’re the one who asked to be bred by daddy Gyu.” Mingyu counters, throwing you off your game now.

Kim Mingyu is a tease. A damn menace. A fucking ethereal, otherwordly cross-breed of model-level, actor-level, idol-level visuals and greek god physique. A man who seems too good to be true. But you truly wouldn’t have it any other way. Kim Mingyu is yours and you’re the luckiest person in the world to be his.

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sevenpoyo · 9 months

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school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

#miles morales x reader #42 miles morales #margo kess x reader #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr my beloved #atsv x reader #atsv spoilers #spider byte x reader #the prowler x reader #42 miles morales x reader

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dabislilbaby · 1 year

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Blue Moon

Soft Dabi x f!Reader Fluff

A/n: Today is my birthday 🙇🏽‍♀️ I woke up this morning after having this very sweet dream about my crispy chicken nugget💕 it honestly made my entire day better before it even started. I want to share with you guys bc it was really fluffy and just made my heart melt🥹 enjoy <3

P.s. my dream wasn't very detailed so it's mainly a base for this little fic

I might do some fluffy birthday fics for my other boys too<3

Word Count: 1.4k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

It was late in the evening, just before midnight. You were cuddled up on your couch with a blanket, your cat purring in your lap as you scratched under his chin. The lights were dim, just a small lamp on the opposite side of the room and a candle with your favorite scent on the coffee table. It was nice and quiet, save for the low volume of conversation coming from your TV. It was almost perfect.

Suddenly you were startled by a mismatched pair of lips meeting your cheek from behind the couch. "Happy Birthday pretty girl." One of Dabi's arms reached around to hold your chin, turning your head to give you another kiss on the lips this time. You swatted his arm. "Dabs! You scared me!" You pouted. He smirked at your adorable expression. "You didn't think I was gonna let someone else be the first one to tell you happy birthday, did you?" He rounded the couch and just then your phone dinged with a text from Toga.

Toga🩸

ITS MIDNIGHT!🥳 HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!

He took a seat next to you on the couch and both of you glanced at the lit up screen. "See? A minute later and blondy woulda beat me to it." You rolled your eyes, picking up your phone to text Toga a quick thank you. "You could have just called, or sent a text like Toga did." He faked a hurt expression. "What? You mean you don't like when I sneak thru your window in the middle of the night for a visit?" You tried your best to pretend to be annoyed but he saw the smile that threatened to peak thru. "Besides..." He reached over the back cushion of the couch to where he was just standing moments ago. "...if I'd just called you then I wouldn't have been able to bring you this."

He pulled out a tiny chocolate cake, about the size of both his fists put together. And knowing him, it probably wasn't paid for. He handed it to you and hopped off the couch, headed for your kitchen. "You can't have a birthday without cake, it's illegal." He called as he left the room. You heard your silverware drawer open and close and you giggled. "As if the law has ever stopped you." You teased. "Oh shush, just eat your damn cake you little brat." He teased back, handing you a fork and taking his seat next to you once more.

Your cat crawled off of your lap and headed straight for Dabi's. He always paid more attention to your boyfriend when he'd visit, cuddling up to him for his warmth. Dabi swears he's not an animal person, and that he doesn't like your cat, but he never complains when he curls up in his lap and gives him a few ear scratches anyway.

You popped off the clear plastic lid of the stolen Walmart cake, the smell of rich chocolate filling your nose. You leaned into dabi's shoulder, and set the cake in-between you. You both take a fork full and shove it in your mouth. "Did you make any plans for today?" You shook your head no, shoving more cake in your mouth. "Mind if I stay then? Spend the day with you?" You smiled. "You don't need to ask, I always enjoy your company." He softly smiled. He always forgets that you don't find him to be a burden like most other people do. "just a habit I guess."

The two of you eat and talk for a bit. He rants to you about how much toga and shiggy get on his nerves, and hints at the fact that sometimes he misses twice, tho he'll never fully admit it out loud.

"Oh!" You jumped in excitement. "I bought a new record the other day, do you wanna hear it?" Dabi was more of a metal head himself, but he found it cute how much you liked to listen to old music. He'd indulge you often and let you show him your favorite songs, some he'd heard so many times while in the car with you he'd probably know them by heart. "Sure doll, show me whatcha got." You slipped out of his arms and stood from the couch. A few feet to the left of your sofa there was an old victrola. It was in surprisingly good condition for its age.

You crouched in front of the dark wooden music player, filing thru your collection of records until you found the right one. As you were pulling it out of the small cabinet, you felt Dabi's presence behind you. When you stood, he rubbed his hand along your arm and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you place the black vinyl under the needle. The static began and a few seconds later the music poured out of its old speakers.

🎶Blue moon🎶

🎶You saw me standing alone🎶

🎶Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own🎶

This song sounded familiar to Dabi, he wasn't sure where he'd heard it though. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and hummed along to the rhythm.

🎶And then there suddenly appeared before me🎶

🎶The only one my arms could ever hold🎶

🎶I heard somebody whisper "please adore me"🎶

🎶When I looked to the moon, it turned to gold🎶

And then it clicked, his mother used to hum this song around the house when he was little. Sometimes she'd sing the words, but not very often. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, slowly swaying you to the music a bit

🎶Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone🎶

🎶Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own🎶

You turned in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face there as well. You and Dabi continued to sway. His hands found place on your lower back, they fit so perfectly, like you were made just for him. He hugged you close, heating up his quirk a bit to make you feel warm. He hummed the lyrics right next to your ear, the low rumble in his throat sending goosebumps down the back of your neck.

🎶And then there suddenly appeared before me🎶

🎶The only one my arms could ever hold🎶

🎶When I looked to the moon, it turned to gold🎶

You nuzzled your head into his neck comfortably, playing with the hair at his nape. He sang the next part to you. So quiet it was almost a whisper, deep gravel in his vocal cords. "Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone. Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own." To anyone else, his voice was nothing special. Some may have even disliked it. But to you, right now in this moment, slow dancing with him in your living room at 1:00 in the morning on your birthday, there wasn't a sound more beautiful then the words he sang to you.

You lifted your head and kissed the scarred skin on his jaw. "Thank you" you said sweetly. "For what doll?" You laid your head back on his shoulder and swayed some more. "Just for being here. You make life a whole lot more worth living." You didn't see the pink that tinted his cheeks, or the soft look in his eyes when he tucked your hair behind your ear, watching how you found comfort nuzzled in his chest. He scoffed, his next words not matching the expression on his face. "Yeah yeah, just don't tell Shigs that I went all soft on ya. I'd never hear the end of it." You smiled and the two of you swayed in a comfortable silence.

Eventually the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms on your couch around 3am. He stayed, just like he said he would. Attempting to make you breakfast in the morning even tho he wasn't that great of a cook, eventually letting you take over when he almost caught the whole stove on fire. He let you play with the soft spikes of his inky black hair while the two of you laid in bed, him between your legs, resting his head on your stomach.

The day was perfect. Not because you did anything fancy, or got expensive gifts. But because you spent it with the person you loved the most.

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shawty-writes-a-little · 2 years

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Frequent clashes

Ram (RRR) x fem!reader

Word count: 2.2k+

Warnings: Angst (happy ending tho)

Summary: The reader is an activist and there’s always a difference of opinion between them but it turns out it be a bigger fight between them—they make up w an emo ending

An: Im sorry if I didn’t capture Ram’s character well HES VERY COMPLEX OK I TRIED

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The copper vessel made a loud sound as it clashed with the stone floor before circling and finally getting place, scattered. Y/n flung it across the room, opposite to Ram’s direction of course. “What is your problem?!” She exclaimed frustrated. Their marriage was an arranged marriage an expected box for their checklist they both had to cross off. Time went by and despite of their changing views on everything they grew close. Both of them learned to not come in either’s way. Y/n was an activist, moreover she didn’t let anyone come in her way. Rigid and calm and wild and loving. She never hid her activism or her projects from Ram, rather flaunted them to him given his job.

Quarrels like the current one where normal with the pair. Not frequent, but not unusual. One always provokes the other out of line for this outcome but it was different this time. “I did my job? That’s the problem?!” Ram replied exaggerating his hands in front of her.

“Your ‘job’ you rated our rally out to your officers! That was a month of my work!” Y/n wasn't angered easily with the problems she faced with her activism. It took a lot and she was aware of the hardships by now. But taking taunts from Ram here and there was one thing today he was inconsiderate.

“Alright I am sorry for stopping you and your group of misguided rebellions from committing federal crimes?” He scoffed turning away, only so he resisted from saying something even harsh. He had the common main aim as hers, he made her aware of that but every now and then he walked on the thin line of making her doubt him.

“Crime? CRIME? A peaceful rally is a crime but being a traitor to your own country isn’t? Did your classicist white seniors forget to pass an amendment on that?” She asked in a self evident and provocative way. Very less did y/n ever lost her temper but the same couldn’t be said for Ram.

“I am not a traitor to th—” before he could raise his voice y/n interrupted him mid way.

“Does beating your own people feel good to you then? Blockading the city—stopping a peaceful protest of your own people?” The volume of her voice during their arguments never matched his. She never raised it at him or anyone for that matter but her words held more meaning, speaking louder.

“If you are so good at what you do why didn’t you keep your journals in a better place then? Write every information of every plan laid out word to word-and to think you would know better” He huffed insulting her capability in one way.

“So you admit it—You read my journals?! That’s where you got to know about it? You sick—”

“No I did not open your journals to know about anything-I stumbled upon them and it was open.” He spoke with confident but y/n knew enough not to fall for it. Moreover she knew he wouldn’t have simply “stumbled upon it” she never left her planning journals in casual site.

“You know I can’t change what you think is correct neither can you so I thought we had an understanding that we wouldn’t come in each other’s way—I could easily stumble upon the records you keep lying around but I don’t. That’s a line I choose not to cross for our sake. But YOU-you spiteful—”

“Namaste Anna, Bhabhi!” Akhtar greeted walking into the house in his normal cheerful demeanour but he heard Ram from the middle of the street and just walked in on whatever foul words that would’ve followed y/n’s vocabulary before he interrupted them. The tension in the room seemed heavy and the dismantled vessels and arm rest pillows here and there explained even more. Wrong timing.

Y/n was quick to collect herself and cleared her throat “Namaste Akhtar! Come on in!” She replied in just as cheerful tone and a wide smile. Ram stared at her in amusement of her changed tone so sudden, as if only a moment ago he wasn’t about to get the knowledge of every curse word in the book.

It rarely happened that Akhtar ever hesitated entering their house, current situation didn’t seem so favourable. “I was just passing by if you two are in the middle of something I’ll com later.”

Y/n waved him off and shook her head “Not at all! Your Anna and I were just discussing his treacherous—sorry I meant his love for the country” She said that more to tell off Ram than Akhtar.

Ram shot her a glare reading he didn’t appreciate it but she just gave him a mocking short smile “You’re in right time for breakfast come on settle down!” She motioned Akhtar to the living room seating.

Akhtar did enter the room further but wished to flight from the scene as of now “Bhabhi don’t bother—I am quite full right now.”

“I wasn’t asking Akhtar” she smiled at him before turning back and caught Ram’s eye, her smile dropped and she walked to the kitchen.

Turning down food seemed impolite to Akhtar but he didn’t intend to do that. But for now this was the last place he wanted to be at.

As soon as Y/n went inside Ram told Akhtar what happened. Y/n knew about Akhtar being Bheem and what he planned to do. He was going to know what happened through y/n either ways but he had to act on being on Ram’s side for the sake of the conversation.

“Whatever I tell her she doesn’t listen or try and understan—” Ram stopped his rant as y/n walked out of the kitchen.

She smiled wide and didn’t even look in Ram’s direction, annoyed. Placing the plate in front of Akhtar she served him the breakfast—stuffed paratha and poha. Again went in and came back with chai.

Before Akhtar was nearly done with his plate y/n was already crouching to serve him again, he refused at first knowing he planned to leave before another war waged while he was there but y/n reasoned saying it wasn’t much and forced a plateful again.

Ram rolled his sleeves attempting to sit down “I’ll have breakfast as well” he said coldly.

Y/n dropped the serving spoon and the container a few meters above the ground rather than just placing it so it made a thud sound. “Serve yourself then I’ve things to get to.”

Ram spent the entire day distressed with how things went with y/n earlier in the morning. It felt odd or maybe it was the first hand guilt. He had never seen y/n get mad like that maybe she felt hurt. They didn’t fight all the time and from what he knew of her she wasn’t someone to overreact or hold a grudge. He was unfamiliar to this, sure they had fought before but he hadn’t felt this way before. Too smug to admit it even to himself that he cared more than just to not engage with her even if she was possibly hurt. He knew he didn’t accidentally open her journals to know about the protest. Despite her never getting in his line of work he failed her plan. Could it be she felt disrespected?

He ought to do something about it he thought but coming to means with his feelings was hard for him as it is let alone putting it into words. Ram was trying this time though, he couldn’t undo what he did which he did not feel wrong of. But he wanted to undo how he made y/n feel. Took him almost the entire day to realise he was the one in fault for but it realised it nonetheless.

On his way back home he stopped at the town mithai store. A backup wouldn’t hurt if his apology turned out bad. He got the warm freshly made nakhatai biscuits, her favourite. The way back home never seemed longer.

Reaching there finally he was surprised not to see her at the stairs of the baramda today. It was a routine of her he was accustomed to by now. If she’d be home first in the later part of the evening she would be outside with her back leaned on the stone pillar reading or watching the hustle on the street.

Y/n was home he figured given their front door was open the lights inside as well. He paced through their living room and then their shared library room. Small light peeped through their bedroom he walked over to. She sat on the edge of their bed by the table lamp from what it appeared cancelling out something in her journal with her head low.

“Y/n” he called out in a hushed tone announcing his presence pulling her out of focus with whatever work she was doing.

She almost didn’t take notice of him walking inside, looking aside from him she quickly wiped traces of tears from her face and stood from her place. “I’ll get your dinner” she said not looking at him. Trying to get past him and into the kitchen as fast as she could.

Ram held her wrist in his hands stopping her in her way, “Are you alright?” Y/n nodded slightly looking away hoping she could leave his sight soon but he sensed something was wrong. “Y/n?” He turned her face towards him revealing her bloodshot eyes which read she had been crying. “Y/n-what happened?” He asked concerned, though she wanted to reply to him tears welled up her eyes again resulting in a sob escaping her lips.

Ram wasn’t familiar with this scenario, he didn’t knew what he was supposed to do or how to console someone but that thought vanished away from his mind. Worried extremely, why she would cry a thousand possibilities already ran through his head though he convinced himself it was surely something he did. She continued to sob as he sat both of them on the bed rubbing her back “It’s going to be alright y/n-what’s wrong?” He asked the rephrased question again.

Y/n exhaled managing her tears she began “The British officers found out of the men enlisted for the rally we had—they tracked them down and gave a hard beating-most of them had to go to the hospital” tears kept flowing as she recalled their hurt faces and their families, all these people with children and settled, some single earners of the family. They trusted in her aim yet she believed she was the one who led them there. Ram’s eyes softened to see her like this which felt like her most vulnerable state “We were making such progress! It’s hard to gather these many people in the first place especially if you’re a woman-I had all these other plans for other protests, send support in other movements I made them believe that we could’ve done it but it feels like I’ve just failed all of them.” She shrugged her shoulders in defeat looking at the crossed out plans in her journals.

“Y/n” he sighed at her wordings disappointed to see her spirit this dampened. Ram took her hands in his gently intervening their fingers “You didn’t fail anyone. I know I never say this but you are the bravest person I know. It isn’t easy fighting against an entire institution but you are trying! Your words have great impact with all these people but there would always be hurdles it doesn’t mean you are on the wrong path. If my father were here he would’ve really liked what you do.”

Y/n looked at him with teary eyes but this time her lips curled into a small smile, what he said warmed her heart and it made her feel much better. But knowing about Ram’s past and him mentioning his father felt a great deal “You think so?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed nodding to assure her he meant it “Also-I need to apologise to you I did read your journals to know about your protest, I know I shouldn’t have—“

“It’s alright I understand it’s your work you had to report it. I get it.” she shrugged her shoulders already forgiving him. He couldn’t take back telling his officers their plan now so it would be pointless being at each other’s throat for it now.

“No it wasn’t just because of my work.” Ram inhaled audibly and continued “You know these protests turned violent in Bihar and other places recently—the government doesn’t listen and people get outnumbered, severely hurt, some even loose their lives it turns tragic. I wanted to prevent it before anything happened. Anything happened to you. I-“ he hesitated. “I don’t want to loose you.”

Oh.

Y/n stared at him comprehending his feelings. He wanted to prevent anything happening to her. He cared that much? She had never seen this side of him before it flabbergasted her. “Ram” she said softly unsure for the right words, she pulling him into a hug wrapping her arms around his neck.

He reciprocated the hug placing his hands by waist in what time felt perfect and he never wanted to let go. Y/n pulled away slightly looking at him “You will never loose me.”

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Drink water mwah I hope you like this 🧍

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caltropspress · 9 months

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RAPS + CRAFTS #16: Curly Castro

1. Introduce yourself. Past projects? Current projects?

My name is Curly Castro. I am an MC. I release solo work and I’m also one half of ShrapKnel. Solo works: Fidel, Tosh, Little Robert Hutton. ShrapKnel works: ShrapKnel, Metal Lung, and an assortment of EPs.

2. Where do you write? Do you have a routine time you write? Do you discipline yourself, or just let the words come when they will? Do you typically write on a daily basis?

I write wherever I’m at, at the moment something hits me. I can either let the words come to me, or I might see something that sparks a Blade, or Hear something that sparks a thought, that brings forth a Blade.

3. What’s your medium—pen and paper, laptop, on your phone? Or do you compose a verse in your head and keep it there until it’s time to record?

I mostly write on my phone, but used to write in a comp book/Moleskine. But I write a lot in my phone, mainly because of the editing and saving I can do with any Blade I’m working on.

4. Do you write in bars, or is it more disorganized than that?

I write in Bars. Usually 16 a clip, unless otherwise needed, or I’m just spazzing.

5. How long into writing a verse or a song do you know it’s not working out the way you had in mind? Do you trash the material forever, or do you keep the discarded material to be reworked later?

It depends. You can get thru a verse and once it’s completed realize it’s trash. But I’m pretty harsh with myself. So after ¾ bars, if it’s not hitting, I’ll kill the whole thing. If I can salvage a bar or two from a Blade, I might reuse it, or put it in a hook.

6. Have you engaged with any other type of writing, whether presently or in the past? Fiction? Poetry? Playwriting? If so, how has that mode influenced your songwriting?

I used to do Spoken Word pieces, and participate in Slams (poetic competitions) and those are written with a moor dramatic bent to them. No bar count and the cadence is pretty different (no Beat). I also wrote a few plays in my professional life. Coming up in the competitive/battling/Slam-poetry world definitely influenced my output. It helped serrate my Blades further.

7. How much editing do you do after initially writing a verse/song? Do you labor over verses, working on them over a long period of time, or do you start and finish a piece in a quick burst?

I usually write downhill. And can be pretty unforgiving when it comes to editing. But I won’t labor over a verse for long periods of time. Songs? They are another discipline altogether. I have wrote verses on songs months apart from each other on occasion.

8. Do you write to a beat, or do you adjust and tweak lyrics to fit a beat?

I can do both. But my preference is to write to the beat. You can pull off moor symbiotic a flow that way.

9. What dictates the direction of your lyrics? Are you led by an idea or topic you have in mind beforehand? Is it stream-of-consciousness? Is what you come up with determined by the constraint of the rhymes?

The catalyst could be any of those options. No constraint other than it being iLL to the Fullest.

10. Do you like to experiment with different forms and rhyme schemes, or do you keep your bars free and flexible?

I will try out many flows at least one good time. But if I’m not adept at it, you won’t find me Phucking around too much. I carefully pick my (flow) battles.

11. What’s a verse you’re particularly proud of, one where you met the vision for what you desire to do with your lyrics?

My verse on “Cold Burn,” off the ShrapKnel LP Metal Lung. Or “Owens” off of my solo LP Little Robert Hutton. Both of those verses perfectly captured the mood I wanted, which is a difficult thing to do. When I achieve that with a Blade, I feel like my skills are almost where I want them to be (still far to go tho).

12. Can you pick a favorite bar of yours and describe the genesis of it?

“Sim Simma, who got the Keys to Oblivion? / Bruce tried to warn Us, with about a Dozen Simians.” [“Running Rebel Swordplay” off Metal Lung by ShrapKnel]

Just trying to match the madness I Know Prem was going to come with for his sections of the song. I had to match that Fury. So I dig that Blade for the sheer references I was able to stuff in there, and I hope everyone caught ’em.

13. Do you feel strongly one way or another about punch-ins? Will you whittle a bar down in order to account for breath control, or are you comfortable punching-in so you don’t have to sacrifice any words?

I used to be a stickler about that. But to expand my creativity, I have allowed myself to use a punch-in here and there when necessary. But I still like to be able to one-take a Blade in the studio, and replicate that same energy on stage.

14. What non-hiphop material do you turn to for inspiration? What non-music has influenced your work recently?

I listen to Reggae & Jazz pretty heavy. Reggae for cadence ideas, Jazz for chaos ideas.

15. Writers are often saddled with self-doubt. Do you struggle to like your own shit, or does it all sound dope to you?

Of course I do. I think I make some HORRIBLE hooks. And I’m hard to convince that my rap voice is decent. But I cut myself some slack most of the time. Lol. BUT I know when I make something undeniably DOPE. For that is Always the Goal.

16. Who’s a rapper you listen to with such a distinguishable style that you need to resist the urge to imitate them?

I never have really imitated. I’ve always appreciated. And paid homage when it’s called for. But I’m not naturally a Shark Biter.

17. Do you have an agenda as an artist? Are there overarching concerns you want to communicate to the listener?

I might have a Theory or a mindset I want to get across. But I’m just the creator. I have to let my creations go, out into this mad wilderness, to fend for themselves. My Poems wrestle cops into alleys, taking their weapons - word to Amiri Baraka.

RAPS + CRAFTS is a series of questions posed to rappers about their craft and process. It is designed to give respect and credit to their engagement with the art of songwriting. The format is inspired, in part, by Rob McLennan’s 12 or 20 interview series.

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kiyomai · 3 years

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hi bubs :) i came across this tiktok and was wondering if i could request something like it?

if it’s okay, i would like to have kenma, suna, and iwaizumi for my characters, please? maybe the roles could be reversed? (the characters are the ones with y/n’s phone) i hope you’re doing well, please skip over this by all means if you feel iffy about it (:

Suna, Kenma, and Iwaizumi Look Through Your Phone

Suna x Reader, Kenma x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (total)

Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Some curses here and there (not too many tho)

a/n: hi love :) thank you for the request! i loved it so much and this was something really new that i enjoyed writing. i went heavy on iwaizumi’s version lmfaoo (i got caught up in the moment), so his is really long while Suna’s and Kenma’s are kinda short. take care!

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Suna: (684)

You had spent the entire afternoon in the library waiting to walk back home with Suna after practice.

You entered Inarizaki’s gym and saw some of his teammates cleaning up and the others sitting around.

You noticed that the Miya brothers were arguing with each other.

It was common for those two to get into fights with each other and you could tell that Suna was ready to whip his phone out to record.

And you were right, Atsumu hit Osamu first and now Osamu had his brother pinned to the floor.

You went over to Suna but noticed that he wasn’t recording.

“What’s going on?” you asked. “Why aren’t you recording the twins?”

“My phone died,” he said while he hugged you and kissed your temple. “It’s a shame too, Osamu’s winning.”

“Record on my phone then,” you chuckled.

“Why?” You made a face while you pulled out your phone. “To record them obviously. Did Kita make you clean today? Did the cleaning fumes get to your head?” You handed him your phone and he hesitantly grabbed it. He was only going to swipe on the camera but he noticed that the lock on the top of the screen unlocked. He never put his face i.d. on your phone before so it came as a shock that it was allowing him access to your phone. Suna didn’t want to invade your privacy but he wanted to test it out to see if his face would actually unlock it. And it did.

He was going to ask you how his face unlocked it but you were already pushing past the crowd of students that made it to the gym to see the fight. He turned your phone on once more but only swiped to the camera and made his way to the front to record Osamu beating his twin.

You two were walking back home now. The fight was very entertaining and Suna knows that he did the video justice. He was just about to ask you if he could see the video but as he opened his mouth he closed it right away. He remembered that his face was able to unlock your phone and he desperately wanted to know how it was possible.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“When you passed me your phone to record, I noticed that my face was able to unlock it. I ended up swiping up to see if it actually worked and it did. I’m sorry for invading your space, but I was really curious and wanted to see.”

“Oh! You just found out about that?” you laughed.

“What’re you talking about?”

“We were hanging out at your house one day and ended up napping, I woke up before you and you looked really cute so I took some pictures of you. I saw you in your little napping position and thought that it would be a perfect time to put your facial i.d. on my phone and I did it. I fell back asleep and forgot to mention it when we got up.”

“You trust me enough to have my i.d. on your phone?”

“Of course I do, Rin. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t trust you. But I do and I got your i.d. in such a cute, romantic way.”

“Thank you, I trust you too. I can give you my passcode too if you want.”

“I already have it, and I have my face i.d. saved as well. You gave it to me quickly when you wanted me to record something on Snapchat, and the same day that you were napping I saved my face on it too.”

“Jeez, Y/N. It’s not really ‘cute, romantic’, it’s more like ‘creepy, romantic.’” Suna jokes. “But I love it anyway. Could I see the video I recorded?”

“After calling me creepy?” you scoff. “I don’t think I want you seeing that video.”

Suna reached into your pocket, ignoring your protests. “Well that’s too damn bad Y/N, I can unlock your phone with my face without your permission now.”

Kenma: (814)

You were in Kenma’s room sitting in between his legs on the floor while he sat on his bed.

You were playing one of his video games while he played with your hair (more like pulling, all he did was take the ends and pull on them)

You had this competition going on with Kenma, you didn’t enjoy video games all that much but you dabbled in a few games.

It was a single player game but you desperately wanted to beat Kenma’s high score.

You argued that he was purposely “playing” with your hair to prevent you from beating him, but he claims that he wouldn’t stoop so low when he knows he can do better than you.

That riled you up even more and you were determined to set the highest score that Kenma could never pass.

Unfortunately your phone kept buzzing in your pocket, it was starting to get annoying and you didn’t want it distracting you from winning.

“Could you take my phone out of my hoodie?”

He doesn’t say anything, but he reaches into your pocket and pulls it out. He puts the phone in front of you and you end up having to shove it away. “Hey! Don’t do that. I’m trying to beat you.”

“I was showing you the messages,” he says softly.

“Could you check who it is and read it out loud please.”

You want him to read your messages? That’s odd.

“Your messages are hidden on the lock screen. Why don’t you just wait until after you lose?”

“Kenma,” you gasp. “You assume I’m going to lose right away? You’re so mean to me.” Kenma rolls his eyes at how dramatic you are. He didn’t mean to make it sound like you were going to lose right away, he just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by looking through your phone. He knows how some people get.

“The passcode spells ‘shadow’. I thought you knew this already. I got the inspiration from that cute cat we saw on one of our dates, the one that followed you around like a shadow.”

It was a cute cat and the password is clever, but it’s still weird how easily you gave up your passcode. Nonetheless he hesitantly types it in and asks if you were sure that you wanted him to check through your socials, to which you quickly nod your head, too focused on the game in front of you.

“Uh- someone requested to message you. I’ll play for you so that you can answer them.”

“I’m not letting you play for me. Just press the ignore button if you don’t want to read it babe.”

At that Kenma looks at you weirdly, but you can’t really see it while playing the game. Why wouldn’t you want to read the message?

“We can switch out Y/N. This is probably someone more important that you need to talk to.”

You finally pause the game. You knew that there was always the option to pause but you didn’t want to stop the momentum of the game. This time you paused because Kenma wasn’t making much sense to you.

“Kenma why do you seem so scared to use my phone? And why do you want me to answer the message?”

“I don’t know. Don’t most people hate when their s/o’s go through their phones? I don’t want you to hate me for using it.”

“I really don’t mind if you use my phone babe. Do you think I have something to hide from you though?”

“No, that’s not it. I trust you Y/N, it’s just that other people don’t like it and I don’t want you to think that you can’t message other people.”

“I don’t mind if you want to check my phone. It wasn’t my intention to make you overthink that, I just wanted to know who was bothering me while I was playing. As for that message, if someone requested to send me a message it was probably some stranger that wanted to ‘get to know me,’’ you say while air quoting. “I don’t like answering those so I just ignore them.”

“Oh.”

You kiss his cheek and ruffle his hair, “Don’t overthink it babe, you have my trust and I hope I have yours.”

He nods and kisses you again. He’s thankful that you stopped him from overanalyzing all that, and he’s glad that you trust him because he definitely trusts you. He’s smiling to himself, but quickly wipes it off when he sees that you lost the game; so close to beating his high score.

You turn to face him and pout. “I don’t want to play anymore.”

He opens his arms and you take that as your invitation to jump on him to land on his bed. “At least you were close,” he prods and you flick his forehead.

Iwaizumi: (2.1k)

It had been a long day at work for Iwaizumi; don’t get him wrong the day went great, but he was physically exhausted.

You wanted to relieve his stress so you decided to cook dinner for him.

You were almost done and Iwaizumi had decided that he was going to keep you company.

He claimed that he wanted to be as close as possible, so here he was holding you by the waist.

You complained that he would slow you down, but he said he didn’t mind.

You gave up on your complaints and let him hold you, but it soon became a problem when you got distracted and missed a few steps. Now you were lost and you didn’t know what you were supposed to do.

You wanted to reach into your back pockets for your phone but your boyfriend was in the way

“Haji, I need to get my phone from my pocket please.” He leaned in closer to your neck and shook his head. “Could you reach into my pocket and text my mom then?” you sighed. At that Iwaizumi looked up. What did you just ask him to do? You wanted him to use your phone to openly text?

“Don’t be so stubborn,” you complained. “I know that you want to stay like this, but if you don’t hurry and text my mom, the food’s going to turn out bad.”

“You want me to use your phone?”

Huh?

“Um… yes? I need you to text my mom and ask her for the recipe. I got a little distracted and now I’m lost. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, sorry about that. I uh- don’t know your passcode so I’ll just pas-”

“Oh, it’s just your birthday.”

What is going on? Why are you telling him your passcode? And why is it his birthday?

“Why would my birthday be your passcode?” You turn around to look at him, “Obviously to never forget your birthday,” you joked. This was unreal. He couldn’t understand how you were so trusting with your phone, why wouldn’t you just do it yourself? Your phone is something private, he shouldn’t have to go through it. “You want me to text your mom? Like… go to your messaging app and text her.”

“Alright,” you squish his face with your hands. “I know that you’re a very smart person, Haji. And I don’t mean this in a rude way, but what aren’t you understanding? I just want you to text my mom and you’re acting like this is the strangest thing on the planet. Why are you acting so… awkward?”

“It’s nothing Y/N, there’s nothing going on I’m just surprised is all,” he mumbled. But there was something wrong. You’re just allowing him to look through your phone with no problem. He doesn’t understand.

“Okay, I’m a pretty smart person too so I’m going to say what I think and you can tell me if I’m right or not. Let’s see, I asked you to grab my phone to text my mom and you asked me if I wanted you to use my phone. Then I gave you my passcode, but you weren’t really shocked that it was your birthday, no… it was more like you were shocked that I even gave you my passcode. And finally I asked you to text my mom and you made it sound like you couldn’t believe that I was giving you permission to go onto my messaging app.” Wow, he thought, you were spot on with your observations.

“Am I right to assume that you’ve had issues with past partners about trust?” And there it was. You figured it out.

“You were right, you are a pretty smart person,” he chuckled. “I guess you could say that. Are you sure you want to hear about it though? It’s not that big of a dea- hey! Why’d you hit me brat?”

You couldn’t help it, hearing him try to put down his own feelings was horrible. Iwaizumi always encouraged you to speak your mind, that he would never judge you or invalidate your feelings. You wanted him to know that the same applied to him. “Because I’m here for you, that’s why! I most definitely want to hear about why you struggle with trust. Please don’t be afraid to be vulnerable with me Haji, I won’t ever judge you for that. If you’re comfortable I would like for you to explain how and why you feel this way.”

“Thank you,” he sighed in relief, he didn’t expect to have this conversation but he knew you weren’t going to judge him. “When I was in high school, I played volleyball with Oikawa.” Ah, Tooru Oikawa, well known as ‘Shittykawa’ to you after hearing Iwaizumi refer to him as such. “Well, I told you all about his stupid fan club right?” you nod your head. You learned that almost everyone that came across Oikawa instantly fell in love with him, and when they were in high school all his underclassmen would swoon every time they came in close contact with them. “Oikawa was always getting love confessions, gifts, letters and all that crap. The rest of us never really got that sort of attention, we would just see a bunch of people go up to him and we’d make fun of him to not boost his ego. But one day some girl came to one of our practices, we assumed she wanted to talk to Oikawa but he wasn’t there that day. It was my turn to let her down easy, but when I went up to her she ended up confessing to me.”

Oh no, you could already tell where this was going. You wanted to just kiss and hold him so that he wouldn’t have to relive this awful memory, but you knew that he needed to let this out now. So you took hold of his hand and squeezed it gently, letting him know that you were listening and that you were here for him.

“I was confused, that was the first time I had ever received a confession. At that moment I didn’t think ‘hey I got a confession’, no, instead I thought ‘someone confessed to me and not Oikawa’. I’m ashamed of feeling that way, though. That was shallow on my part and I understand that now, you get what I mean right?”

“Yeah. I don’t blame you though, a lot of people date for shallow reasons but that doesn’t make you a shallow person. You were used to every single person confessing their love to Oikawa only, getting that first confession must have meant a lot to you.”

“It did, yeah. I ended up rushing feelings and didn’t really think about what I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted to date her as soon as possible before she could change her mind. And we were together for about five months going on six. The start of the relationship was perfect, she was a sweet girl and always treated me well. Came to all of my games and she’d wear my number. But after the initial ‘cute’ stage of our relationship I noticed that she was extremely secretive. She would use her phone a lot, but the moment I asked about it or tried to see what she was doing, she’d shut it off immediately and change the subject. I ignored it for the most part, figured she wasn’t ready to trust me with something personal.

“But one day I felt…” he chuckled, “this is kind of embarrassing.”

“Keep going, I won’t judge babe,” you encouraged.

“I felt good one day and I wanted to leave her a cute little photo of myself. She left her phone on her desk so I picked it up and took the picture. Right when I finish she comes into the room and she gets mad, she gets into an argument saying that I have no business being on her phone and that I’m being extremely paranoid. She ignores me for the rest of the day and, since it was a Monday and I didn’t have practice, I go explain myself to her. She apologizes for assuming and she gets all excited that I left her a picture of myself, and we left it at that. Months pass and I don’t go anywhere near her phone, I didn’t want to risk making her upset again.

“She keeps coming to my practices and games, but I noticed that she was hanging with Oikawa’s fan club a lot more. She didn’t participate in cheering for him though, but she didn’t cheer for me either. She was way more focused on Oikawa than she was on me. One day she comes over to my house and leaves her phone on my desk while she goes to the bathroom. I wasn’t going to look through it at all, but it kept going off constantly. The vibrations were getting annoying and I really wanted to know what was going on, so I leaned in and saw the messages. Turns out she was talking to the girls from Oikawa’s fan club and they were asking if her plan was working. That plan was to confess to me and get closer to Oikawa.”

“Oh Haji. I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine Y/N,” he sighs. “I finish reading the messages and she comes out and sees. She started yelling at me but I was extremely angry and didn’t care that I invaded her privacy. When she realized that she was caught she said some things that messed me up. Told me that she didn’t understand why I was so shocked that this happened, that I should have never expected someone to ever give me a fraction of their time. Said that I was nothing compared to Oikawa and that this is what I get for snooping, she claimed that it was all my fault that I lost happiness because I couldn’t mind my own business. She made me believe for a long time that I lost everything from my own doing, that it was me that ruined the relationship.”

You knew where the story was leading to, but hearing that left you speechless. Iwaizumi’s ex girlfriend made him believe that because he looked through her phone, he ruined the relationship. Before saying anything you hugged your boyfriend tight and peppered his face with kisses. “I am so sorry that happened to you Haji,” you started. “And don’t you dare say that it’s okay, because it’s not okay. What she did was not okay. You didn’t ruin the relationship at all, she was the one to ruin it. All along she wanted to get Oikawa’s attention and she used you for her own selfish reason.”

“Look at me Haji.” His eyes were starting to fill with tears. You held onto his face and softly kissed his forehead. “I understand why you were hesitant to use my phone. Some asshole made you feel like it was your fault for even touching it. But I want you to listen carefully: it wasn’t your fault and it will never be your fault. She took advantage of you to get with another guy. She didn’t want you and let you be vulnerable for her sake, and she is messed up for that. It makes sense why you felt uncomfortable to use mine, but I promise that you’ll never experience that with me. I want us to gradually gain trust with each other, and I’ll wait however long that is for you. I don’t need you to give it to me right away, you go at the pace you want to go and I’ll be here along the way.”

Iwaizumi felt a thousand times better after hearing that. He appreciated how understanding and caring you were for him. He isn’t going to lie but he was hesitant getting into this relationship with you, not because of you but because of what he dealt with in the past. The one time he felt better than Oikawa, and it turned out to be a lie. But you proved time and time again that you weren’t using him, you loved him, you loved Iwaizumi Hajime and he loved you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too… I know this is too soon, but could you order takeout on my phone? We didn’t text my mom and the food probably tastes bad.”

He flicked your forehead and grabbed your phone with confidence this time. “What would you like to eat, you brat?”

a/n: if you read this far i just want to say that i’m sorry that iwaizumi’s is so freaking long! i got caught up in the moment and kept writing with no care in the world. i really wanted to comfort him so bad ahh he’s such a cutie! this was my first time writing for kenma and iwaizumi, so i hope the characterization is decent please send in more requests guys! comments, likes, reblogs are welcome :)

#mai’s grimoire #mai’s healing #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #kenma x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyu x reader #hurt/comfort #haikyu hurt/ comfort

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jungw8ns · 3 years

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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬)

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jungw8ns

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80s4life · 3 years

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The Things I Feel For You

Word Count: 1,349

Status: Requested!

Ask: "Hey! Could you write number 15 on the Fluff Prompts list for Barney Ross please? hope you're doing well!" - @one-boring-person

Fandom: The Expendables 2010-2014 {1-3}

A/N: This was very fun for me! Now I know why people use prompts! It gives you something to work towards, doing whatever just to make that one sentence click! I appreciate every prompt maker lol!

Relationship: Barney Ross x Reader

Summary: After a long mission, the team parties off all of the month-long-jitters. But, with the fuse of alcohol and strong feelings, the drunk host speaks the sober truth, the reader and Barney finally revealing things they've kept under hard wraps, some things their field of work may call a weakness. And weaknesses are dangerous, or are they?

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, partying like crazies, fluff, sexual themes (mentioned, not actually in here), Christmas being a child, the GROUP being children

Masterlist The Expendables Masterlist

Prompts: #15 (from this list @waiting-for-motivation)

15: "I'm asking because I've seen the way you look at me."

{I do not own the prompts, credits to original owners above, nor do I own the gif below -> @slystallone}

{God damn! Sorry, this gif tho}

Flying head first into the cabin of the aircraft, I crash right into Gunnar, the broad Swede quickly grabbing my waist on instinct, just as a bomb and multiple rounds of ammunition are fired in futile attempts of subduing us. Quickly pushing past us, Barney quickly glances at us as he and Christmas charge to the front of the plane, starting the engine and pulling out as quickly as possible.

As for the rest of the team, Toll and Yin Yang protect the rampart of the bridge as the door pulls up to a close. All the while Caesar checks his bag, securing the sole purpose of our mission, all the stolen goods accounted for. With a sharp nod, we all take a collective sigh of relief, knowing we had done well once again, knowing we are gonna hear shit from Barney, but not as much this time 'round.

As the plane is led safely out of danger, all we have left is ample free-time as we wait for the long ride home. Gunnar, making note of this, pulls his flask from his chest pouch, walking over to the radio, putting it on full-blast. Caesar, not one to miss a party, hops up to grab himself a shot of whiskey, joining Gunnar on the first shot of the night.

I giggle, nudging Yin Yang, "This is gonna be a long night."

He just grimaces, knowing the extent of my words. Last time, we had gotten so trashed, Gunnar and Caesar became male strippers, Yin Yang became the Keg Drinking King, Barney has painting pictures with the ashes of his cigars against the walls of the plane, Christmas had left only about a dozen phone calls to Lacy, and Toll had been found laying naked on top of the plane the next morning. Given, we had luckily been home before the party had started, hidden in the shadows of the warehouse, Tool also attending that time.

However, that was one of the last parties he had attended afterwards, having given himself a horrible, unstable handiwork of a dick on his thigh. I guess he had thought it was the most intricate design yet though, as I had recalled bits and pieces of that night, him being drunkenly pleased with himself. He was less than pleased when he awoke that next day.

"We deserve it. Besides, how bad could we possibly get this time? It can't be any worse than before," Toll adds, handing us each a beer, leaving shortly after to hand the new arrivals, Barney and Christmas, a drink of their own as well.

Christmas all but laughs, already watching as Barney goes to get the keg out of the closet, knowing damn well how this night's gonna play out. Yin Yang nods approvingly, not going to let anyone beat his new record of 2 minutes.

This had surprised me as we were both around the same height, him being similar in size and weight as myself, both being light-weights in a group of drunkards. In our defense, we were smaller in comparison compared to the rest of the muscular 5'10" and up men. Drinking came easy for them, Yin Yang and I having to watch ourselves as the alcohol hits us the worst and quickest.

I, however, did not take this mental note seriously as, about an hour and a half in, I was already more than buzzed. In a giddy mood like this, my mind tends to wander to the one person that makes me feel special, Barney.

Looking around the room, I realize he isn't anywhere in sight. Taking this as a sign, I make my way silently to the cockpit, avoiding the men in the middle of a poker and drinking game full of laughter, punches, and teasing.

Toll gives me a look of appreciation and an "I know what you know" kinda look, making me blush crimson. He was always good with the women, something I will never let his pride get a hold of, stating the fact very often to the group of mercenaries.

I take a seat in the co-pilots chair, Christmas' usual throne, just missing Barney's sideways glance. I instantly know what's going on, him going through his moods every now and then. Something's making him overthink, plaguing his mind, and making it uneasy for him to enjoy the party in full swing behind him.

"What's up Old Man? You've got that look on your face again," I say easily, looking out the window in front of me.

"Nothin', just shit...as usual," his natural husky voice grunts, deeming his side window more interesting than the person on the opposite side, trying to ease his mind.

"Well if it's nothin' then why are you acting like a stubborn asshole? C'mon Barn, I've known ya' long enough now to know your thinkin' of something," I muse, trying to coax him into letting go and confiding in me.

Sighing, he turns his head to the front, gazing out into the blank space, mumbling, "Are ya' int' me Kid?"

Taken aback, I blush furiously, now being the one avoiding eye contact and looking out the side window. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm asking because I've seen the way you look at me. It makes me think things, messes with my mind...makes me hope," he almost whispers the last bit, just barely catching my line of hearing.

I can't help but gasp lightly, noticing the alarm in his features as he'd hoped I didn't hear the ass-end of the sentence at all. He's into me. And I'm into him. This shit's nuts.

With little confidence, I turn my whole body in his direction, the same as he had. I take on of his hands, bundled together as he had been anxiously cracking them, playing with his fingers and marveling at how small mine are in comparison.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm into you, and I've thought everything over, trust me. Your age doesn't bother a thing at all, I never really minded it honestly. I just want you," I say, forcing myself to meet his gaze with every word, wanting him to know the sheer weight and sincerity behind them.

He's the one to take a sharp gasp now, not expecting the answer I'd given to him just now. His eyes skim my face and features admiringly, never in a million years seeing himself right here, right now.

"Well good. 'Cause I feel the same and it'd be a damn shame if this shit was one-sided," he teases lightly, pulling my chin upwards to meet his gaze once more.

Giggling, I indulge in the moment as I press my lips to his lightly, sealing the bond we've longed to share. Him quickly deepening it, pulling me as close as possible, my body straddling his waist now. I moan out a feeling pleasure as he bites lightly on my lower lip, teeth clashing.

We quickly break apart, however, as Christmas screeches like a little girl, running back to the group, yelling something like, "Guys! They're together!" Followed by laughter and cheers as Barney and I, now greatly embarrassed, shuffle into the doorway, some of my lipstick smearing both of our faces.

Barney quickly recovers, "What? Why you all starin' like you haven't seen two people together before? You guys are children, I swear," he muses lightly.

Giggling flow in the room once more, Caesar motioning to his lips, Barney following suit and looking at his fingers. The red shade coating the pads. He's the one laughing now, looking at my smeared complexion, his fingers, and his own face as Toll tosses him a small, hand-held mirror.

"Fuck you," is all Barney says, laughter flooding his very being, now contagious as I have to give in as well, knowing we've been caught.

All I do is give the group the bird playfully, leading Barney back into the cockpit, locking the door behind us. "So, where were we?"

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the-girl-who-cried-wolf · 3 years

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Place In Me - L.H.

5SOS Luke Hemmings fanfic

Place In Me is just one of those special songs for me and I've been listening to wfttwtaf on repeat recently, so I wrote a little something on it. I used Place In Me as the song in this one (lyrics in italics) and tried to create a little scene about him writing and sharing the song. Hope you like it!!

Background: so many songs to write and record, and so much love to share

Warnings: none (it's so soft tho <3)

Word Count: 1.3k

“Hey, Luke. I’m home!”

You dropped your keys onto the table and shrugged off your jacket as you made your way through to the living room, wondering where your boyfriend was. You guessed he had already eaten, judging by the container of takeaway food sitting empty on the kitchen bench, and the silence probably meant that he was working in the studio again.

“Luke?”

You quietly made your way down the hallway and stopped at the studio door. It had been left ajar slightly so you peeked in, listening to the quiet sound of the piano being played. You cracked the door open a little more and looked in, seeing Luke sitting at the piano with his back to you, headphones blocking out the sounds around him as he focused on the tune, nodding his head slightly to the beat. Then he began to sing as he played.

Hold on I never meant you any harm Got no legs to stand on I was just dancing in the dark Now with my eyes wide open It's heaven in your arms

The simple chords blended perfectly with his voice, the harmonies dancing around the room as you watched. You smiled as you listened to him, admiring the way the glow of the sunset outside drifted through the window to settle on his hair, casting long shadows across the room.

Hold on I never meant to start a war I was just dead wrong I know we’ve been in this before Now with my eyes wide open, I tore you right apart

His voice drifted off, fingers playing with different chords now until he found one that suited and he stopped playing to pick up a pencil, jotting something down in the notebook balancing on the piano.

You knocked lightly on the door, “Hey, Luke.”

He turned in his chair, a smile capturing his mouth when he saw you. He tugged the headphones off as you walked over, leaning down to give him a quick kiss.

“Hey, love. How was work?”

You shrugged as you sat on the arm of the couch beside him. “Boring same old, I guess.”

“Sounds fun,” he said with a little smile as he turned back the piano, his hands fitting the keys to form a chord. Then without pressing, he silently changed to the next chord then the next, playing along in his head.

“What are you working on?”

He pushed aside the curl of hair falling into his eyes and looked over at you, an excited smile already forming.

“Just a little concept that me and Sam came up with today. We got pretty much all the lyrics done and some of the melodies set, I’m just trying to fit some chords and stuff now…”

His hands lightly danced over the keys again, bringing out a short tune. He looked back at you. “Do you want to hear it so far?” he asked quietly.

A smile curved your lips as you answered. “I’d love to.” You sat down on the couch properly now, tucking your legs up under you and resting a hand under your chin to get comfortable.

He rarely played you unfinished works like this, you thought to yourself, as he settled himself in front of the piano and starting playing. You guessed it was just a self-conscious thing for him - it must be hard to share something you so raw and personal, especially when it’s not been perfected yet. Like a little piece of his own heart was being exposed, an uncut diamond that you already loved before it was even polished.

You let all these thoughts drift away as he played and began to sing, the piano blending perfectly with his voice.

Call me in the morning, yeah I'm sorry that I let you down I'm so apathetic, it's pathetic But I need you now

Your eyes were closed as you listened, soaking in the words and gently swaying to the rhythm. His voice was quiet and soft, and it had such a vulnerable, almost desperate feeling to it as he sang the chorus, then turned quieter as he moved into the second verse.

Sun's gone But you always liked this time of day No words left to play on How many chances does it take? Now with my eyes wide open I'm nothing but a fake

You stopped thinking all together as he sang the chorus through again, eye squeezed shut, nothing but a warm feeling running through your veins, like a star itself was bursting in your chest. You wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, it was incredible. Luke kept playing and singing, fingers sliding over the keys and picking out a pattern of high notes to finish the outro.

Don't you move Can't we just stay? Can we start over? Don't fade away

'Cause you'll always have a place in me You'll always have a place in me

Another flourish of the piano, and it was over. You hadn’t even noticed the tears staining your cheeks until Luke looked over, slight worry flickering in his eyes as he reached out to wipe them away. His hand lingered there, hovering over your cheek, the silence now overwhelming in the absence of the music.

You both sat there looking at each other for a moment, a million feelings being conveyed without single word. His raw honesty and vulnerability, your understanding and appreciation, underlying love laced through it all.

“Do you like it?” his voice was a bare whisper.

You smiled softly at him and took his hand, holding it tightly in your own. He watched you closely, looking for an answer.

“Yes. Yes, Luke, I love it.” You brought his hand up to your lips and pressed a kiss to it, trying to express something before the star in your heart exploded all together. “It was perfect…I don’t know how to explain it, but it just…it feels like a big hug.”

He smiled at that, a few of his own tears glistening in the golden light. “Come here.”

He tugged at your hand, gently pulling you to your feet. His arms wrapped around you waist and pulled you onto his lap, holding you tightly against his chest as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You let your fingers wander through the curls of his hair as you pressed your cheek against his head, holding him close to you. He took a moment to breathe in the scent of you, focusing on your steady heartbeat before pulling back again, his hand fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“I’m glad you like it,” his eyes flitted up for a moment to meet yours, “I kinda wrote it about you, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. For everyone that I love, but especially you.” His eyes fell back down to his hand, still playing with the edge of your shirt. Then the quietest of whispers, “I never want to lose you.”

You could feel more tears gathering in your eyes at his quiet confession, as you pressed a kiss to his head. “You never going to lose me, love. Never.”

He looked up at you again, a smile beginning to pull at his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back at him as the fiery sunlight cast it’s warmth on you both, lighting up all the shadows and making the flares in his eyes glow.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” you said, making him grin.

“Sure, love.” A little chuckle escaped him as he leant forward and gently bumped his nose onto yours. “But I think you’re the amazing one here,” he said before pressing his lips onto yours. All protest left your mind as he kissed you in the golden sunlight, lips warm and soft, pressing and tugging against yours, his hand fitting your waist to pull you even closer to him.

You were both smiling when you pulled away, breathless as you whispered a quiet, “I love you.” Your hand traced the edge of his jaw, pushing away a strand of hair from his face as he smiled and whispered his reply.

“I love you too.”

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One of the commissions I'm doing for @randomfandomfan ft Hurt/Comfort Adrinino. Find it on my AO3 here.

Set post Rocketear and pre any kind of romantic relationship (tho it's hinted at). This was already a fic I wanted to write, and one of the prompts they sent me fit the concept almost perfectly, so I ran with it.

Under a cut for length.

“It’s your fault.”

Nino jumped about a foot in the air, whirling from where he’d been shutting his door with his phone pointed menacingly at the source of the voice. His backpack smacked him in the hip, knocking him off kilter, and he stumbled, bracing himself on the doorknob. His eyes scanned the room slowly, shoulders easing when he didn’t spot anyone. “Hello?”

“What are you, dense, kid?” scoffed the voice again, from right in front of him, and Nino squeaked at an embarrassing pitch when he registered the Kwami floating there.

The Kwami.

A black cat Kwami.

Nino dropped his defensive (if somewhat undignified) stance, staring at what was definitely Chat Noir’s Kwami. “Um. You’re not supposed to be here.”

The cat’s eerily green eyes rolled. “Wow. Intelligent.”

Nino spluttered, feeling awkward. “W-Well I’m sorry, dude, how do you expect me to react!” he demanded, throwing his hands up in the air. Something like ice settled in his gut as the Kwami’s existence finally clicked. “W-Wait, why are you here? What happened?”

“You happened,” the Kwami snapped, and uh. Okay. Not what Nino wanted to hear right now.

“What?”

“YOU. Do you have any idea how much you upset him? How much you hurt him the other day? He won’t say it, Nino, but he’s hurting. He’s been hurting, and you unloaded on him and beat him and told him how awful he was and if you weren’t his best friend and I didn’t think you were the only one who could help right now, you’d be in a pile of rubble.”

Um.

Holy shit.

Nino had never heard a Kwami so pissed. Wayzz could get a little condescending sometimes, and Ladybug had admitted that her Kwami could be a little snarky (as could Trixx, as Alya had confirmed time and time again). But never had he seen a Kwami literally shaking in rage.

He’d be more terrified if the cat’s words weren’t sinking in.

“Hang on, hang on, dude,” Nino said, crossing his arms in an “x” through the air. “Is this about Rocketear? I apologized, I-I thought me and Chat were okay. Also like, I respect the guy, but he has no idea who I am, dude, we’re not best friends.”

“Had,” the cat spit out. “He had no idea who you were.”

Nino’s stomach swooped out from under him and he gripped his desk chair tightly to keep from tripping. “What?”

The Kwami gave him a smug, if not irritated, smile. “You told him yourself.”

“D-During…when I was fighting him?” Nino squeaked. “N-No, I saw the footage, I didn’t tell him I’m Carapace!”

The cat softened. “Before, Nino. Before you were akumatized.”

“I didn’t-”

“Of course, when Ladybug appears, he throws himself to her feet with roses and love confessions!”

Fuck.

“But he is always rejected, because Ladybug thinks that he’s annoying. And she is COMPLETELY right!”

Oh, fuck.

“I know because I’m also a superhero. I’m Carapace.”

“Shit.”

Nino fumbled for his desk chair, sinking into it hard and banging his elbow on the back. The pain was almost numbing. He put his head in his hand, pushing his hat back off his head and staring blankly at the wall.

“Oh my god, dude, I-?”

“Yeah.”

The Kwami sounded almost sad this time, and that, somehow, was worse than him threatening to kill Nino.

He didn’t really remember being akumatized, until the end, when Alya broke him from Shadowmoth’s hold. And despite warnings from his friends, he’d watched the footage from his akumatization. Even without Alya recording, someone usually was, and the footage was always online by the end of the day.

He knew what he’d done to Chat Noir.

He’d seen the way he dropped his baton, a sign of surrender. The way Rocketear hadn’t hesitated to push him back with everything he had, pounding him again and again and again into that van, how he’d grabbed him by the head and slammed him backwards like-

“Nino!”

The Kwami’s paw was gentle on his wrist and Nino shuddered, scrubbing at his eyes furiously and dislodging his glasses. “Oh my god, oh my god, where is he?” he choked out. “I-I need to find him right now, Kwami dude, I-I can’t believe I-”

“Plagg,” the Kwami offered, his scratchy voice easing Nino from his panic. “And it wasn’t you, kid.”

“B-But it was, that’s the worst part,” Nino whispered, standing and pacing now. “I hated him, I hated him so much I – oh my god, he tried to tell me.” He laughed, bitter, holding his hands together behind his head. “He tried to tell me Alya and Chat didn’t have a thing and I-”

“Nino,” Plagg interrupted. “He’s on the roof.”

Nino stopped, blinked at him. “He’s what.”

Plagg nodded upwards, his antenna bobbing. “On the roof. Been there every night for the last week.” His voice lowered. “He wanted to talk to you, but he’s too scared.”

“He’s on the…he’s on my roof?”

Nino scrambled around his room, grabbing a jacket and an extra hoodie before reaching out, snatching Plagg, and shoving him into his hat. He froze a millisecond later. “Um. Please don’t cataclysm me for that, dude.”

Plagg’s chuckle was more like a purr. “Please. As if I’d need to use all that on just you.”

Nino supposed he should be insulted, but with everything he now knew, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. It was nearly one am – he’d been out late studying with Alya – so now he crept from his room and to the front door, hopeful not to wake his family. Grabbed his key off the hook by the entrance, and then eased the apartment door shut behind him.

It was only one flight up to the roof access, usually locked, but Nino had come up here with Alya more times than he could count, so he knew that if you wiggled the lock just right, it would come undone on it’s own. They’d oiled the hinges ages ago so that it didn’t scream every time it was opened, and now it was silent as Nino pushed it up and stared over the flat top.

Adrien was silhouetted in the moonlight, precariously close to the edge, and it made Nino’s breath hitch. He pushed the door all the way open and clambered up onto the roof as quietly as possible, easing the hatch shut again before turning back to his best friend and slumping.

Best friend.

God, how could he have-?

“You didn’t know,” Plagg whispered, gentler than Nino had expected him to be. The Kwami zipped from his hat, hovering in the air next to him, and he offered Nino a grim smile. “I might hate you a little right now for what you did to him, but you didn’t know, kid.”

Nino let out a shaky breath and started the trek over to his friend, fiddling with his extra sweatshirt. The night air was chill, and he was glad he’d brought it – Adrien was in nothing but short sleeves.

“All week, huh?” he murmured, watching as Adrien jumped a little, fingers tightening on the edge of the roof. “Could’ve just called, dude.”

Adrien twisted, lips parting. “How did you know I was-?”

His eyes landed on Plagg and a squeak slipped from his mouth as his hand shot to his shirt pocket. It wouldn’t have been funny if he hadn’t gone so pale.

So Plagg hadn’t told him he was telling Nino. Interesting.

“Y-You can’t-! You told-?”

“You’ve been here all week, Adrien,” Plagg snapped. “You weren’t gonna tell him, I was. You need a cheese in your corner.”

Nino had no idea what that meant, but he couldn’t stop staring long enough to care.

Adrien’s eyes were tired. There was no glint in them. The circles under his eyes were deep – he must’ve been wearing makeup to school, because Nino hadn’t seen them until now. His hands were trembling, his lips were bitten raw, and Nino felt his entire heart shatter.

“I am…so sorry,” he choked out, tears spilling over. Adrien jolted, turning his gaze from Plagg to him.

“Nino-”

“No, dude, no, I-I-I…I don’t care that I didn’t know. I should never have said those things, I should never have hurt you like that, oh my god dude, I hurt you so bad, I like could have killed you, a-a-and…”

He froze, reeling, and stumbled back. Adrien got to his feet warily, holding his hands up. “Nino?”

“You were gonna let me.”

He wanted it disproved, but Adrien’s flinch told him everything. His chest seized and Nino choked on his breath. “You were gonna let me, you would’ve fucking let me, you fucking asshole how could you? Do you have any fucking idea how much I care about you dude?”

He shoved Adrien without thinking, hands firm against his shoulders, pushing him back and away from the edge. Adrien’s eyes were wide, lip trembling, and Nino pushed him again, closer to the center of the roof, this time forcing the sweatshirt into his grasp. Adrien clung to it, lips parted, and Nino dragged his hands through his hair, pacing as Adrien shrugged the sweatshirt on. He’d left his hat downstairs, he registered somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Oh my god,” he choked out. “I-I…I’m so sorry dude. I’m so sorry, your dad, and then school, and modelling and your stupid model diet and then you’re a literal superhero and I’m supposed to be your best friend and I didn’t even…”

“You weren’t saying them about me,” Adrien whispered. “I know that.”

Nino spun to face him, vision blurry. “If you knew that you wouldn’t have been on my roof every night for the last week working up the nerve to talk to me. If you knew that you wouldn’t have thrown down your weapon and let me beat you to-”

He cut himself off with choked cry and he rushed at Adrien, clinging to him with a force he didn’t know he possessed. He cradled his friend’s head gently, heart sinking for a moment until he felt Adrien’s hands lift to settle tentatively on his back.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispered into Adrien’s ear. Nino swallowed, throat aching. “I don’t hate you, and I don’t hate Chat Noir. I was mad. A-And that’s not an excuse for what I said, and I’m so sorry. I’ve never hated Chat Noir, dude. He was always my favorite. I just…”

“You were upset,” Adrien finished, soft.

“Jumped to conclusions,” Nino corrected. “I was jealous of Alya keeping stuff from me, and I jumped to conclusions, and I hurt you, shit I-I hurt you, I-”

“I’m okay, Nino. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Nino croaked, tightening his grip. Something in him breathed easier when Adrien tightened his own back, harder, his shoulders starting to shake. “It’s not okay, I love you, dude. Don’t do that for me. Don’t ever stop fighting back when it’s your life at stake, I-I can’t…”

Adrien’s grip clenched in his hoodie and suddenly Nino’s neck was wet with tears. Nino carded his fingers through Adrien’s hair, turning his head just slightly to press his lips against his temple. “Talk to me, dude,” he whispered. “I’m here now, you don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

“You can’t tell, Nino,” Adrien croaked. “I mean it, not even Alya. Y-You can’t. Promise me.”

“Hey.”

He pushed Adrien back, gentle, and cupped his cheeks, swiping away the tears on his skin. “I promise,” he said firmly, staring Adrien in the eyes to show he meant it. “This is too big to tell, dude.”

“You told me-”

“I trusted you,” Nino said, squeezing Adrien’s shoulders. “I was pissed, and I knew I trusted you more than anyone, and I knew you wouldn’t say anything. A-And I was wrong, dude. I shouldn’t have told Alya’s identity. Mine is one thing, but that wasn’t okay. But man, dude, you have it rough as it is, without anyone knowing you’re a superhero. I’m not telling, dude.”

Adrien swallowed, throat bobbing, and glanced behind Nino, where he presumed Plagg was floating. Plagg must have indicated something, because he slumped and gave a weak smile. “Thank you, Nino.”

Nino shook his head. “Don’t thank me. D-Don’t…not after that.”

Adrien’s hands were on his cheeks now, fingers freezing. “Hey. It wasn’t you. You might’ve been mad, but it wasn’t you. It was Shadowmoth amplifying those emotions, and you beat him. You beat him, Nino. I’m…so proud of you for that,” he whispered, voice cracking.

Nino pulled him in again, arms clinging to his back and his nose pressed into the hood of Adrien’s borrowed sweatshirt. “I’m proud of you too, dude,” he said. He felt Adrien’s grip tighten on his back. “No one ever says it. I’m proud of you. And I’m-”

“If you say sorry one more time,” Adrien croaked, laughter behind his tears, “I will personally dangle you off the Eiffel Tower by your shield.”

Nino chuckled and stepped back, tugging Adrien’s wrists gently. “Come inside,” he pleaded. “It’s cold out.”

Adrien glanced behind his shoulder, teeth worrying at his lip. “I should get home,” he said. “It’s late.”

“Then they won’t notice,” Nino said, pulling him a step further. “C’mon, dude. You’ve been by yourself for so long. I wanna hear about being Chat Noir.”

Adrien looked back to him, lips parted. The glint in his eyes was illuminated by the surrounding buildings, and something in Nino’s stomach twisted in a way he wasn’t going to question at the moment. “Really?”

“You kidding? Of course, dude.”

Adrien’s mouth slid into a tiny smile now, head tilting in that puppy-dog way only he could pull off. “Yeah. Y-Yeah, I’d like that. If you’re sure it’s-”

Nino knelt down and lifted the roof access cover, climbing onto the ladder and looking back up at Adrien with what he hoped was an inviting grin. “Dude. Just get inside already.”

Sneaking back in was harder than sneaking out, only because now he had another person in tow, but they managed to get back into his room without waking anyone (even after their quick excursion to the kitchen for a block of sharp cheddar, because Plagg was whiny). Nino shut off all the lights in his room except his desk lamp, leaving the soft glow to illuminate the corner and moving to his bed.

Adrien hesitated at the foot of it, fiddling with the sweatshirt strings on Nino’s hoodie (and Nino was ignoring how much he liked that image, that was something he could confront in the morning). “Um.”

Nino rolled his eyes and held out an arm. “Come cuddle, bro. And tell me about being the hottest bachelor in Paris.”

That got a snort from his friend, and Adrien crawled into the bed next to him, flopping against Nino’s side and leaning his head against his shoulder as Nino tucked an arm around him. “I thought I was the hottest bachelor in Paris.”

“Oh my god, you and your alter ego literally are competing for the same spot, that’s so fucking funny,” Nino cackled, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake Chris next door.

Adrien chuckled and then fell quiet, and Nino traced a circle on his arm, feeling the mood shift. “Wanna talk about what’s been going on with you and Ladybug?”

“How did you-?”

“It’s pretty obvious when you’re working directly next to the two of you. And especially now that I know it’s my best bro behind the mask? What’s up?”

Adrien went still again, and then rolled over, pressing his face into Nino’s shoulder. “Can we talk about that tomorrow?” he mumbled. “I’d rather just…hang out, for now.”

Nino tightened his grip, focused on the ceiling, and tried to quell the racing thoughts in his mind. “Of course, dude. Of course.”

Adrien’s breathing evened out, and Nino had a feeling he probably wasn’t heading home anytime soon. He didn’t care, just shifted to put his phone and glasses on his nightstand and then rolled over to hold his friend closer, smiling thinly when he instantly clung back.

Plagg was curled up on the pillow above Adrien’s head, and his cat eyes blinked sleepily as he studied Nino. “Thanks, kid.”

Nino loosened a hand and reached up, scratching the cat on the head, fully prepared to lose a finger. To his surprise, Plagg just purred and nudged up into the touch. “Thanks for breaking the rules for him,” he whispered back. “I’m sorry I put both of you through that.”

“You’re a good kid, Nino,” Plagg said, yawning and curling his tail around himself. “Stupid, but good. Wayzz likes you for a reason.”

The Kwami went quiet and started snoring, leaving Nino to flush at the compliment, run his fingers through Adrien’s hair, and fall asleep with a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

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jedijesi · 3 years

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Biblichor: Chapter 1

Javier Peña x F!Librarian!Reader

Warnings: angst? (Not really tho just a pinch), age gap (nothing crazy), cursing, FLUFF, no use of Y/N (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Javier Peña is convinced the library is a living hell when he’s forced to go for work but a certain little librarian makes him want more.

Words Count: 2000+

A/N: Thank you @syndxlla for letting me use their fabulous More To Love series as the book the reader reads🤍 also this is my first fic so I’m sorry if it’s shit🤍 Thank you @babypedrito and @lordabovehelpme for being my muse🤍

It was another dreadful weekday morning. Work had been slow this past week and a half due to the lack of leads. This caused Javier Peña to be stuck in the same old routine of pissing off Steve, paperwork, grunting, pissing Steve off some more, and the frequent smoke breaks. It was torture for Javier, without the normal excitement of being a DEA Agent it meant he was stuck digging through piles of information to find any nugget of gold.

Steve didn’t mind it though he enjoyed the break from the fast life and was, for once, able to go home to Connie before dark. Javier didn’t have that luxury of going home to a loved one though. He married his work so that the idea of perpetual loneliness couldn’t consume him. But it was there. It haunted him. He never admits it, but Javier envied that part of Steve’s life. The feeling of being wanted or maybe even loved.

“ABOUT DAMN TIME!” Javier yelled, holding up the cream-colored folder. Steve jumped at the sudden commotion, almost spilling his hot coffee on himself. Unamused, Steve looks at Javi and arches his eyebrow in confusion as Javier hands the document over.

“Read this. I think we might have some sort of evidence here, not enough to get any godfathers but we could catch a goon or two” The file contained a witness claiming that some sicarios had flown planes full of illegal items across borders by using media distractions as a coverup. If it was true then they could easily find and extradite these men for good.

“Yeah, I guess so but we’ll need more if you want anyone to take it seriously,” Steve says, placing the paper back down on the desk. Javier grunted, falling back into his chair in defeat.

“I’ve spent the past week and a half going through these damn files and nothing. If it’s not in the past thousand boxes then I don’t know where it is” Javier complained, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why don’t we just go to the library and look at the old newspapers. There’s a date on this document all we have to do is work backward.” Javier rolled his eyes at the suggestion of going to the Library. Of all places they could go in Columbia, the Library was not on his list, yet it sure beats sitting in the same office for another boring day.

Javier grunts and stands up, grabbing his leather jacket and keys “Let’s get this over with.”

. . . . .

After Steve and Javier’s ten-minute drive to what he believes is perpetual doom, Javier walks in greeted with the smell of old books as Steve takes a big whiff. “Man, I haven’t been to the library since I’ve moved! I love the smell of books.” All Javier can do is roll his eyes.

“Yeah… I prefer the smell of booze over the smell of rotting paper and old ladies”

Javier rushes through the library trying to reach the newspaper records so that they can get their evidence and go home. Javier and Steve grab a few stacks of newspapers from 1990 and walk over to the microfilm readers to read them.

. . . .

It was quiet as per usual. Nobody really came into the library, and when they did it was only a few kids picking up a book for school and running off to play outside. After college, you wanted an adventure, something spontaneous and extravagant. You wanted to travel but you also wanted something unique. You don’t really know how working in a library in Columbia came about but it sure was spontaneous. Extravagant? Mmm, not so much but the luxury of the job left you to be paid to read in a vibrant country and that was something you could get behind.

Your day normally consisted of waking up in your tiny studio apartment, grabbing breakfast at the cafe downstairs, reading working, walking to the diner across the street for lunch and dinner, and going home only to repeat it all the next day. It was your perfect life... but it also wasn’t. It was the same thing. Always so... vanilla. You didn’t want to leave though you loved your vanilla life. Still, you can’t help looking for that something more.

“Ahem” ripping you from your thoughts you saw the head librarian's eyes looking at you from over the brim of her glasses. Your relationship was always a bit rocky. You don’t know how it got that way. Thankfully the only thing keeping you alive was that you tutor her 5 and 6-year-old granddaughters in English.

“Lo siento señora, no estaba prestando atención. ¿qué dijiste?” (Sorry madam, I wasn’t paying attention. What did you say?)

“Dije que necesitas trabajar en la recepción por el resto de tu turno, me duele la espalda” (I said that you need to work at the front desk for the rest of your shift, my back hurts) The Your boss said with annoyance.

“Sí” (yes)

As you walk out to the front desk you couldn’t help but get your book, More to Love, out and fall into the magical world of Princesses, Knights, and Elves. You only had to check out books and answer questions so since today was easy a chapter or two wouldn’t hurt.

. . .

“You find anything yet?”

“Nope,” Javier said, popping the “P” with utter annoyance. Javier slides in the next newspaper and freezes completely shocked.

“I got something!” Javier springs up to yell.

“Shut up! You do realize where we are, you idiot?” Steve aggressively whispers.

“Yeah yeah. Look there’s one of The Godfathers’ men at the airport behind that guy”

“Shit. You’re right. Go ask if we can get that newspaper to bring back. It’s not enough though so I’m going to keep looking.”

“Ugh fine I’ll go but we’re leaving when I get back! I can’t stand being here any longer.”

Javier walks through the corridors towards the other side of the library where the front desk is. As he walks out of the hallway of books he’s confused yet stunned to see that the old lady has been replaced by this young beautiful woman. Javier immediately switches modes, fully prepared to charm.

. . . .

You’re so far gone into your book hanging onto every word of the Princess and Knight’s secret romance.

“Hello, Princess,” the knight says to his love.

“Hello, Princess,”

Your eyes widen and you freeze in utter shock. Confused at first but when reality sets back in and you realize where you are you slowly lookup.

Your mouth opens a jar but you don’t speak. Why can’t you say anything? Is it because of how tall he is, or his leather jacket, or even how handsome he is, or how strong he looks or it's probably the mustache or maybe just because you think your book came to life?

“You okay there, Princess?” Javier says with a little smirk appearing on his face. You quickly close your mouth and gather your thoughts.

“S-sorry um how can I help you?” God! Why are you acting this way? This is ridiculous, you've never done this before. But you take a breath and reclaim your composure.

“I wanted to know if I could check out um t-this newspaper?”

Shit, why are my hands sweating? That’s not good. I never sweat while talking to a girl. But then again I've never met anyone as gorgeous as-NOPE!

Javier’s mind starts racing with endless thoughts, some even dirty, but he shuts them all down the moment you start speaking.

“I don’t think so we’re not really allowed to check out the newspapers, I’m sorry.”

“Shame. I thought that after reading More to Love you would have learned about the kind generosity that the Elf Ahsoka extends to the Princess but-“

“W-wait! You’ve read More to Love?” You begin to smile, not expecting the mysterious man in front of you to be one for romance novels.

SHIT. Why would I say that?! I’ve blown it. All my masculinity, straight out the window.

“Woah, no! I heard someone talking about it, a friend of mine actually-“ Is she giggling?

“So you’ve totally read it before.”

“No! Stop that!” You start giggling even harder trying your best not to get shushed by the other people. Javier put his hands on his hips in annoyance and tried his best to give you a stern look but failing miserably.

“Awww, I’m sorry,” You said, trying to compose yourself.

“No, you’re not.”

“Not really. But don’t worry it’s cute” you did not think before saying that resulting in a blush creeping onto your cheeks, ears suddenly feeling hot. Now the tables turn once again as Javier’s smirk finds a way back on his face.

“You think I’m cute?”

“Um-uh... Oh goodness y-you know that’s not what I me-“

“No no, it’s ok I know exactly what you meant” Javier smirks leaning over the desk only inches away from your face. “I think you’re cute too, Princess.”

You swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. The blush on your checks, now permanent.

“Excuse me, Miss, can I check out this book?” The little girl peeking over the desk on the tips of her toes pulls you and Javier out of your entrance as she holds out the little book about space for you to grab.

“Oh yes, of course, little one!” You feel Javier’s stare as you check out the book for the little girl. When you’re done you look back at the handsome man who’s watching you with the biggest heart eyes. The blush, still hot on your cheeks.

“Give me that newspaper.” You say sternly. Javier hands over the newspaper in defeat but is confused when you turn around to the copy machine until he smiles and realizes what you’re up to. You walk back with copies of the newspaper and smile.

“Us More to Love fans gotta stick together right? Just don’t tell my boss.” You say with a little wink. Javier can’t help but let out a beautiful chuckle that makes your heart soar.

“Thank you. Do you have a name?” You tell him your name and he can’t help smiling at its beauty and in return, he tells you his. Javier looks at the time and realizes he's been gone for far too long.

“I better get going now. Is there any way I can get your number?” You spend a moment thinking before you respond.

“Nope.” Your statement throws Javier off, not expecting to have been rejected so quickly. “You got your newspaper, now you’re gonna have to work a little harder if you want my number." The new sudden courage surges through you like adrenaline.

Javier is taken back but can’t help but admire your boldness. “I'll take that challenge. I’ll see you around, Princess.” He smiles and walks back to Steve. Leaving you a flustered mess and in shock over the interaction.

. . . .

“What took you so long? I was really hoping to get home early tonight, Connie is making Mac and cheese, and I-“

“Mac and cheese?! Dear God, are you 8?! You want to rush home so your wife can make you Mac and cheese?”

“...well ya.”

“... you’re ridiculous. Did you know that? You’re absolutely ridiculous. Fine then, we’ll just come back tomorrow.”

Javier felt a little ache in his chest at the thought of leaving but it was perfect. He knew he'd be back soon enough to see that beautiful Princess again.

Chapter 2

A/N: I left it open ended enough so it could potentially have a part 2 depending on how it’s revived???🤍 but thank you to anyone who’s made it this far it means so much!🤍 if there are any mistake you caught please let me know I tried my best catching them all🤍Feel to leave any feedback I appreciate any and all support🤍 xoxo

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So this is love

pairing: cordelia x female!reader word count: 261 or so warnings: angst summary: readers reaction to cordelia liking someone else and breaking it off with her a/n: hiii this is my first one shot here, i'm a sucker for angst so... i kind of hate and like this at the same time wejdncjkdn i hope you like it tho <3 enjoy !! (the ending is so rushed bye) ------------------ "Could you dance with me?" was all that came out. Not anger, not a string of questions, not a bargain. She looked at me with a questioning look "y/n-" "Please delia, for the last time. It's all I ask." I pleaded Hesitantly she stood up, as did I. Walking up towards the record player, I took out the record that held our best memories. The sweet melody began a few seconds after the needle had been placed.

"So this is love" I walked back towards her, took her by the hand, as she held my waist. Swaying side to side, holding her in my arms for the last time. "And now I know, the key to all heaven is mine" Listening carefully to the words, I realized the heaven that was once mine, slipped right through my hands and softly landed on someone else's. I leaned my head on her chest to listen to the soothing beating of her heart that would often calm me down. Reminding myself of the days we would spend together, I got lost in my thoughts as an absent-minded tear rolled down my cheek. "So this is love" The song ended making me force myself to pull myself from her. I walked back towards the record player to put back the record. After finishing that I looked back at her and locked eyes. I couldn't bear being in the same room as her now. So, I said my final goodbyes and ran towards the bathroom of the room we once shared, locking myself in. The intoxicating scent of her shampoo filled my nostrills. I fell behind the door as the tile walls swallowed my sobs and screams.

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Can i get a chris when you two acted on a movie together (not as love interest tho cause shes only 22) and became good friends so they decided to quarantined together in readers LA home bc chris was worried about her being alone. Reader got asked to be part of the mv for "stuck with you" and so she asked him to slow dance with her for it (since thats what everyone was doing) & thats when he realized he has very strong feelings for her heheh

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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy 2021! I’m just cleaning out all the requests from my inbox. You guys are truly amazing, and I love all the sweet messages that are sent to me. I love you guys, and I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.2K

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Chris bit into his folded pizza that you had teased him about earlier. You always found it odd that he ate his pizza that way, but it just gave more of a reason for Chris to make cute remarks back to you. He had been a good friend of yours ever since you starred in the same movie as him. He always claimed that you stole the spotlight from him, but you would just play along and agree with him.

When Quarantine had hit, Chris was more than happy to invite you over to his place and spend as much time with you as needed. Many nights of board games, movies, videogames, and just hanging out talking about life. You had gotten to know Chris on a deeper level. What shocked you the most was that he had gotten an Instagram!

It was like teaching your father how to use technology, but Chris eventually got used to the app. Tonight was one of those nights of a movie night. Chris had bought a pizza for the both of you to share. Chris had paused the movie for you to use the restroom. He was peacefully eating his pizza before he realized that you had been gone for a long time.

Normally, he would start the movie without you, but he knew how much you’ve wanted to see the movie. He wiped his hands onto his blue jeans after taking the last bite of his pizza. His ocean blue eyes scanned the area of the living room as he chewed up his final bite. He swallowed his bite and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, [Y/N]! Where’d you go?” Chris called out, moving his plate off the couch and onto the little table in front of him. “You still alive?”

Chris lightly chuckled to himself as those words left his mouth. Although he found it humorous, he knew that it wouldn’t be funny if you actually were extremely hurt. Chris cleared his throat and rose up to his feet. He walked around the couch and started to go on a hunt for you through his house. He checked every room, every bathroom, but you weren't present in any of them.

Chris was beginning to worry. He speedily made his way back to the living room, only to see your figure sitting on the couch. Chris released a sigh of relief. He was glad to see that you were safe. If anything bad were to happen to you, Chris knew that he possibly wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. Chris walked up to you from behind.

“BOO!!!”

You shrieked in fear, your phone slipping out of your hand. Luckily, it landed on the cushion beside you instead of the ground. Chris wheezed out his laugh before patting you on the head.

“That’s what you get for worrying me,” Chris joked, walking around the couch back to his seat. “Anyways, can we start the movie back up?”

You slapped your hand onto his back as he lowered himself down onto the couch. Chris froze as he felt your hand push him back up.

“You almost sat on my phone you fool,” You said, swiping the phone from the cushion. Chris smirked. “There, now you can sit down.”

Chris plopped down onto the cushion beside you, immediately swiping your phone from you. You gasped as you had lost the possession of your phone. You glanced over at Chris who had wide eyes.

“No way, is this the Ariana Grande? As in the girl from that one Nickelodeon show?” Chris asked, swinging his eyes over to meet with yours. You nodded. “What’s the occasion?”

“I-It’s nothing,” You stuttered, retrieving the phone back into your hands. Chris stared at you in disbelief. You sighed in defeat. “Fine. She asked if I could be part of her newest music video. It’s called stuck with you.”

“I don’t see any problem with that.”

“Um, the issue is that I need to find a dancing partner, which I was thinking would be you,” You explained further, his eyes piercing into yours. Your heart skipped a beat. “I’m a terrible dancer Chris, and you know that.”

“Unfortunately, that is true,” Chris said, slowly rising up to his feet. You remained seated as he descended his hand toward you. You shifted your eyes between his hand and his eyes. “But I’m not going to give up on teaching you.”

“I guess you could say that,” You mumbled, sliding your hand into his hand. Chris assisted you off of the couch. “Wait, before we start. I can play the song, you know, so we can get a feel of what it is. She said that she just wanted just a little slow dance sort of thing.”

“Slow dance? That sounds easy,” Chris said with a nod. “I’m ready when you are.”

You quickly pressed the play button. The song blasted through your phone speaker. Chris could already tell what the feel was. As you were focused more on listening to the song, Chris turned your attention from the phone.

“[Y/N], it’s a great song, but I kind of want to dance,” Chris said, pulling you closer to him. “I’ll lead the way.”

Chris kept you close as he began to sway back and forth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you got more into the song. It was romantic in a way, and you couldn’t be anymore happier. Chris was the only one you remotely even planned on slow dancing with, and now that it was happening, it felt like a dream. You gently laid your head against his chest as the song continued.

His presence had never felt so sweet. Chris tightened his grip onto your figure, smiling widely to himself. He couldn’t fight those butterflies that were appearing in his stomach. Never did he think that he was going to fall for someone like you so soon. He knew so much about you, and wanted to continue to learn even more.

He could feel himself falling for you the longer you remained close to him. He felt extremely intimate with you this very moment, and he couldn’t love it even more. Before Chris knew it, the song had come to an end. The sensation of having you this close to him lingered with him. You didn’t even realize that the song was over before Chris stopped moving.

You blinked yourself back into reality. You raised your eyes to meet with his diamond blue eyes.

“And you say you can’t dance,” Chris scoffed, causing you to blush lightly. “Anyways, is it time to start recording?”

“Yeah let me-”

“I want to record it on my phone,” Chris said, sliding his phone out of his back pocket. “I want this video on my phone so I can post it on Instagram afterwards,” Chris said, making you crack a small smile. “I want to show the world how terrible of a dancer you are.”

You acted offended and playfully whacked Chris on the shoulder who just laughed at your response. Chris set up his phone to record as you restarted the song. You two returned to your positions. Chris held tight onto your hand and smiled brightly at you.

“I know that we’re only supposed to do a snippet of us dancing,” Chris said, stepping closer toward you. “But I want to dance with you through the entire dance again. The first time was nice.”

“I agree.”

The moment you smiled up at Chris, that was when he knew. Although he was stuck with you, he was also in love with you.

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