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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 2 months

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Playing with his nerves

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (y/n)

Warnings: once again..SMUT!!!

The door closes behind you as you enter the apartment carrying the PR package that the delivery man just brought to you. You pass through the living room with it where Charles was casually lying on the couch watching TV and enjoying his time off.

"What's that?" He asks stopping you.

"Oh, just some PR package that I got." You nonchalantly say hoping he won't drop the subject.

"For promotion?"

"Mhm." You mutter nodding your head.

"Well, what's in there?"

"Just some lingerie" You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling before you quickly disappear into your bedroom.

"What-? Some what?" It's like your words jolt him and he immediately gets up from the couch and follows after you. "Y/n?" But by the time he reaches the bedroom, you already locked yourself in the bathroom stripping the clothes you were in down and putting on the new set.

"Y/n, open the door" He says banging on the bathroom door.

"In a minute!" Putting your hand over your mouth so that he doesn't hear you laughing, it takes everything in you to pull yourself together and to proceed with the plan you came up with.

Although it was true, they really sent you a two-piece set of red lace lingerie. You didn't really mean to show yourself in that to the whole world, but you wanted play with Charles for a bit and to spice things up knowing that he would go crazy over it.

"You're going to promote lingerie? Take pictures of yourself in it? I hope I got it wrong, y/n." You can already feel the anger building up in his voice, and he hasn't even seen you yet.

Charles sits on the armchair nervously tapping his foot up and down impatiently waiting for you. Minutes later you unlock the door showing yourself in a two piece red sheer set leaning against the door frame and arching your back.

"Oh fuck me.." He sighs under his breath running his fingers through his curls. His brows were furrowed and lips slightly parted at the sight of you.

"What do you think? Looks good? You think it fits me?" You ask provocatively moving closer to him swaying your hips, his gaze never leaving your body. That red sheer lace bra and panties fit you perfectly, hugging your body in all the right places it looked like it was custom made for you.

"I think it looks pretty good. You can help me take the pictures in it if you want to." You slowly straddled him sitting in his lap. He laid back into the armchair admiring you up and down as you positioned yourself on his crotch that was growing by the second. You wrap your arms around his neck and teasingly slow start to rock back and forth against him.

"I think everyone's jaws will drop when they see me in this, no?" He was speechless, all you could hear from him was his heavy breathing. You had all the control over him, but that didn't last for long.

"Ahh" You hiss as his hands find your waist, his fingertips leaving white prints on your skin from how tightly he gripped it.

You could feel his temperature rising with every word that left your mouth. His gaze was angry, but full of lust for you. You knew exactly what you were doing. Getting him mad hard, you knew how to do it best.

"You don't know what you just got yourself into. You better stop talking now." It feels like forever since he said anything. He makes you wrap your legs around him as he stands up with you and walks you over to the bed roughly throwing you down.

"You really think I'd let you post a picture of yourself wearing this?" He asked as he took off his t-shirt and pants tossing them to the side before hovering over you. "Cause if you do, fuck baby, then you're even crazier than I am." He attaches his lips to your neck sucking on it, then slowly starts making his way down your body leaving sloppy wet kisses all the way down to your panties.

"You think you can forbid me things?" You dare to ask.

And he could. You knew he could, there was no arguing about that. You just wanted to push his buttons.

"Oh, just watch me." He chuckles pushing the sheer material aside gliding his fingers over your wet pussy. You grip the sheets as his long fingers enter you pumping in and out making you buck your hips up begging for more.

"Charles.."

"Look at you. Already clenching around my fingers, and I haven't even fucked you yet." The pace of his fingers quickened while his other hand grabbed your butt. You were a whimpering mess beneath him. You loved it when he took control, it turned you on, he could make you cum just by his words.

You felt yourself getting closer and just when you wanted to cum all over his fingers, of course, he pulled them out you bringing them closer to his lips and licking them clean.

"So sweet"

"No.." You cry out squinting your eyes. He doesn't give you time to complain but quickly turns you over so that your butt is on full display for him. He collects your hair into a ponytail pulling on it and grinding his hard cock against your butt as you arch your back for him.

"I can't wait to shove my dick inside you. It's so fucking hard. You feel it? I'm gonna ruin you for being such a brat." He groans into your ear. You try to grind your hips against the mattress to get any kind of the friction to your throbbing clit.

"Please, Charles, please" You sounded pathetic. You don't remember the last time you needed him as much as you do now. You don't know what you just got yourself into. You remember the words.

He did warn you tho.

" I'm sorry I can't hear you over all the noise you're making. You want me to fuck you? Hm?" You don't even have to turn around to know that he had a smug smirk on his face watching you struggle like this.

"Oh fuck" You wince at harsh spanks across your ass that echoed through the room.

"Red prints of my hand on your ass look too good with this set. They match the shade you know? You wanna show them how you're taking me like a big girl?" He growls. He was getting impatient to bury himself deep inside you.

The sight of you lying so helpless and moaning his name was driving him crazy so he turned you over on your back again and without any hesitation he thrust into you. You were drenching him, he could literally hear how wet you were from slapping of your skin. Gasping into each others mouth both of you drunk off of pleasure, he wrapped his hand around your neck.

"You look so good like this. When you're struggling to breathe underneath me, fuck, it makes me go wild. You like it when I fuck you hard don't you?" He asks and you nod digging your nails into the skin on his back.

"You could've just asked me then, you don't have to play with my nerves every damn time" He says through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw. The smirk on your face outrages him.

"Oh you think that's funny?" He asks slamming into you as hard and as far as it goes hitting your deepest spot making you wince in pain.

"Fuck Charles, it hurts" You cry out and regret provoking him in a heartbeat.

"Then better start behaving." His movements were slowly starting to get sloppier, holding back and waiting for you was getting too difficult. Both of you were panting, moans escaping your lips, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. "I'd love to finish inside you like every night, fuck, but since you wanna promote this, I'll just have to cum all over that red bra and panties you know?"

Your breath was hitching with his every thrust, your walls starting to clench as you creamed all around him. Him hearing you scream out his name and seeing your eyes roll back sent him over the edge and he quickly pulled out of you cumming all over you just like he promised to.

"Fuuuckk ahh.." He was growling out loud while jerking himself off watching his cum spray all over. "You can take pictures now before you hand that set over to me."

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xlatiwritesx · 2 months

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For Good | LN4

Genre: angst

Words: 1.5K

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: after four months of healing, you think you’re finally over the love of your life. But when he randomly shows up heartbroken at your doorstep late at night, you start questioning everything.

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If someone asked what was one of the greatest luxuries that life offers, you'd immediately say the ability to forget. The ability of time to mend broken hearts and stitch up wounds. Even if not entirely.

You think of this as you wave goodbye to your friends whom were still talking around a small, round coffee table at a cafe downtown you've been planning to go to for weeks. You don't realize it until you were leaving that Lando was the one that had recommended this place to you. Your smile widens at your progress as you get in your car to drive home.

You stop at a red light, watching as the people pooled into the street to cross it, going on with their day. You smiled at a couple holding hands. You smiled at another holding each other close. You think back to the earlier days after your break up. How these scenes would've sent you over the edge. How these scenes kept you locked up in your apartment because it was easier to be a prisoner to isolation and loneliness than to endless heartbreak.

As you take the elevator up to your floor, you can't help but think of how it would’ve been if things were different. If he was different. No. If his life and what he was was different.

Would your heart have been torn apart into shreds and just barely brought back together?

You shake your head as if it would shake off the thought and unlock your door. You hang your coat behind it and drop your keys on the kitchen island.

Throwing yourself on your living room couch and kicking off your shoes, you can't help but think of how many nights you've woken up in the middle of, lonely and choking on nothing but a lump caused by loss and heartache. You shiver, feeling grateful that part of your life was over. That you've grown since then.

You focus on whatever was on the TV to stop you from thinking of the worst period of your life. You take a deep breath and force it out, getting comfortable by pulling a throw blanket over your cold body.

You get lost in the many ads and all their flashing colors, almost missing the ringing doorbell. You frown, wondering who could show up at that hour. You check your phone clock and it reads 11 pm. Your frown deepens as you sit up, giving the ringer one last chance before you went to open.

It rings again.

You finally get up, walk to the door and open it. Suddenly, it made sense why someone would visit you at that hour.

You look at him, his curls messier than you remember them to be, his eyes darker than you do as well. His athletic physique seems weak and beat up by something only you would know so well. He looks at you the same way you looked at his pictures when you left him that night.

"I can't do it, y/n" he whispers, barely having the strength to shrug. You open your mouth slightly, but nothing comes out.

You just open the door farther, moving out of the way so he could come into the place he has memorized by heart. He drags his feet along your wooden floors to the living room you had danced around in for many nights. Where you've shared words for only both of you to hear, confessions of admiration, and jokes no one else would laugh about but the both of you.

He drops on your couch and his head falls back. You shut the door and stand there, your hands behind you and your brows furrowed. So many emotions run through your body. Longing. Worry. Panic.

You didn't know how to act. Because the only way you knew how was to run into his arms and hold on to him forever. But you shut your eyes and pierce your lips. You couldn't do it to yourself. Not again.

You slowly walk closer to where he was, yet still stand far enough to be out of reach. You take a closer look at him. You've never seen him like this and it killed you.

"Lando" your shaky voice echos. He opens his eyes and look at you. You didn't think it was possible for more pain to find its way to his eyes. But somehow it did.

"Don't call me that" he frowns, standing up and walking closer to you. You keep your eyes on his, not able to move any inch of your body.

"You never call me that" he whispers, his face finally just inches away from yours.

Your heart squeezes. Squeezes so tightly that your eyes are forced shut and your tear ducts are suddenly full. His scent. His face. His voice. His mere existence. You missed it. You missed him. So much that you were barely standing on your feet still.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is barely audible when you finally speak, your eyes still shut to keep your uninvited tears from exposing your tortured soul.

“Look at me” he begs, voice desperate. Way too desperate for you not to listen. Your eyes meet his again, except it’s a blurry version of them this time.

“Why are you here, Lan?” You promise yourself to call him by his nickname once. Just once more. He smiles through the storm of his emotions when you say it and you immediately question your integrity for already wanting to break the promise you’ve just made.

“What is it?” You pressure and his faint smile fades. He opens his mouth to answer, but no words come out immediately.

“I can’t do it. Being away from you-“ you turn around before he could finish, pressing the bottoms of your palms against your eyes to hopefully keep the tears in, but even dams fail to keep raging rivers.

His hands find your waist, his forehead resting inbetween your shoulder and neck. You both stay like that for a while. It takes every ounce of strength you have to keep yourself from sobbing. Whaling, even.

You thought it was over. You thought you were okay. That time did heal. And that you broken heart was mending. But it took one look at him to get you right back to that night. And one touch to make it all worse.

“No, Lan” you shake your head, unable to keep yourself from crying anymore.

“We already talked about it. This won’t work and-“

“No! We didn’t! We never talked about how every night it feels like bricks are piling over my heart, crushing me into pieces because I can’t reach out and feel you by my side!” Lando’s voice fills every inch of your apartment. You keep your back to him, hunched over as tears streamed down your face.

“I can’t do this anymore! I’ll do anything. Anything you want, just name it and I’ll do it. I’ll buy it. I’ll be it!” He continues. You feel him coming back to hold you and you don’t move. Instead, you anticipate it. Hoping, praying, begging for it.

“Just please come back to me” he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his temple on your wet cheek. You keep crying silently, hoping for a moment of strength so you could reply.

You slowly turn in his arms to face him, holding his face and pressing your forehead to his. You both close your eyes and for a moment it’s like nothing changed. It felt like the many nights you spent loving him over and over again until you were incapable of loving anything else.

“I believe we tried everything, Lan. It’s time to let this go. For good” you somehow manage to say that. He somehow heard you, because he shakes his head slowly, disapproving.

“Yes” you whisper against your wishes. Against all your deepest desires and dreams to be with him forever. To hold his hand and never let go.

“No” his voice breaks and you break beyond breaking with it.

“Please” you breath shakily.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is, Lan” you beg. His arms find their way around you again, his head buries in the crook of your neck. You feel him shake against you. You wrap your arms around him too. Taking him in as if you didn’t have him memorized already.

You both stand there, in each other’s arms, listening, watching, feeling your hearts shatter for the millionth time, cursing your circumstances for tearing you apart. For being too drastically different.

“I love you” Lando mumbles and you smile lightly through your tears, holding him tighter.

“I love you, too”

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schelamski · 5 months

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Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 4)

-Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu

Part 1: Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo

Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku

Part 3: Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu

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Ushijima Wakatoshi: Helping you put a necklace on

Wakatoshi likes to spoil his girlfriend, especially on your birthday. Right now you are struggling to put on the beautiful necklace that he gifted you, special to you because of the engraving on the back. “Toshi can you help me?” you ask him and his hands are immediately on your neck, closing the necklace around it. He is looking at you in the mirror while letting his hands linger a little longer than necessary on your nape before putting your hair back in place and stretching out his hand to take you to the dinner reservation he made to celebrate your special day.

Tsukishima Kei: Deep convos about random shit

Normally he doesn’t talk that much and especially not over something so seemingly unimportant but with you he is conversing without any snarky remarks or hesitation. Kei could talk for days about the deeper meaning of a recent book you two happen to have read, a theory regarding his most beloved fossils or everything else that’s running through his head. You always admire his way of thinking and you are happy each time he gives you insight on what’s happening in this smart head of his. The way you are listening and talking to him never fails to make him want to shut up again and just kiss you, after all he is better at showing his emotions through actions than words.

Oikawa Tooru: Having a special song

It was the song that was playing in the small copy shop where you were waiting to receive your printed pictures when you met Tooru. He wanted to print out some pictures to craft a photo album for his nephew when he noticed you humming the melody of the song absently. On your third date in a mini golf arena the song started playing again and since then it’s been the song to which you have the best memories. If he ever gets the chance to marry you, he wants this song to play during your first dance.

Bokuto Koutaro: Randomly looking at each other and saying, “I love you so much”

Currently you were suffocated with the weight of your boyfriend who was laying on top of you but you wouldn’t be able to catch a breath anyway because suddenly he told you that he loved you. That was the first time he told you and you weren’t able to say it back until he moved to look at you because you’ve been silent for too long. After that it happened at the weirdest times. For example, when Kou asked you which type of rice to bring or when he walked in on you sitting on the toilet or even in front of all of his team when you came to watch the MSBY team practice. After hearing it some more in unexpected situations you even started to learn to say it back to him in time.

Miya Osamu: Hugging the back of them and putting your face on their shoulder

There is no better feeling after a long exhausting day than coming home to find Samu standing in front of the stove working on some meal for you to eat. You make your way into the kitchen and collapse against his broad back while leaning your face on his shoulder, humming in appreciation. You follow him around the kitchen like this until he leads you to the table and places a plate of incredibly good smelling food in front of you and him. Over dinner you ramble to him about your day during which he reminds you with a soft smile to eat before the food gets cold. After the dinner you two spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa, both enjoying the soothing warmth of each other’s bodies.

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allywthsr · 4 months

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TRAVELING HOME | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando travel home for Christmas

wordcount: 1.2k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: read this please, I don’t know when the rest is coming out, I’m writing as fast as I can 🫶🏼

advent calendar

”Lando, do you have everything?“

You two were standing in your hallway with the luggage and backpacks, ready to fly home. Or at least to Lando’s home. This year was the Norris‘ turn of hosting the Christmas dinner and morning, your family would join you tomorrow.

”I think so.“

”You think or you know?“

”Uhm, I think that I know.“

”I‘m gonna check again.“

You shook your head with a smile, you were anxious. Anxious that you would forget something, you didn’t care about clothes because you could borrow some from Lando, but if you would forget a present, that would be fatal. You couldn’t exactly just pop over and get it, so you check at least five times if you packed them, before closing the suitcase. For one last time, you went into the guest room to check it for remaining presents, the bed was empty, under the bed too, just like the closet and the floor. The guest room was where you kept every present and wrapped them too, Lando didn’t help you at all with the wrapping, but you knew he wasn’t good at it.

The first two Christmas you got presents that were self-wrapped, and boy did they look funny, the wrapping was all over the place and it was more wonky than straight, and let’s not start with the amount of tape he used to secure the paper. Now he gets it wrapped immediately in the store he buys it from, or lets his mum wrap it. You always told him you didn’t care what it looked like wrapped, as long it came from the heart, but he was fed up with Oliver making fun of his (non-existent) skills.

After double-checking the guest room, and the office, because you had to make sure no one placed anything there, you went back to Lando to the hallway and grabbed your suitcase after pulling on your winter jacket.

”Do you really have anything? Toothbrush?“

”Put it in my bag this morning.“

”Underwear?“

”I brought enough, I hope you didn’t bring any, makes it more thrilling.“

”Gross! Beanies?“

”More than enough. Calm down, will you? We’re flying to my parents, they have stuff from me still in my room, and even you‘ve left clothes there.“

You let out a shaky breath.

Lando opened his arms and you fell into them, holding him close to you. You wanted everything to be perfect, you loved Christmas and it should run smoothly.

”But we really have to leave now.“

You nodded and let go of him, opening the door and walking through it, Lando locked the door and you stepped into the elevator. Outside of your building, a taxi was waiting for you, you two got in and it drove you to the Nice airport.

Lando had a cap on his head and a hoodie, trying to disguise, so he wouldn’t get recognized by people. Normally he always took his time with taking pictures and talking, but you’re already late, and he wanted you to be safe, mobs of people didn’t care about you, and more than once it happened, that you were pushed and shoved until you were crying.

You gave up your bags and made your way to the security check-in, the line wasn’t long, so you didn’t have to wait as long as you thought. The duty-free section was something you always admired, you always bought a little snack for the plane ride, sometimes it was some gummy bears or a chocolate bar, but Lando always had a bite, or multiple, not that you would tell Jon about it. But now, it didn’t matter, Lando was free for the next few months and could devour a whole Kinder bar pack and no one would care, he still needed to work out a few times a week, but it was less stressful.

You still had about thirty minutes until boarding would start, so you sat down in a quiet corner and talked about the most random things, your head was lying on his shoulder and his hand was gripping your thigh, stroking it gently every now and then. You loved cuddling with Lando, it was your favorite thing to do with him, even in public.

When the flight was announced, Lando and you slowly made your way to the counter, you avoided the big crowds, just in case someone recognized Lando or you. Scanning the pass quickly, you two walked through the long tunnel with your backpacks in your bags, where important stuff was packed. The plane was packed, so Lando pulled his cap further in his face and hoodie higher, so he could hide his face more. Luckily you didn’t have to walk for long through the plane, Lando booked business class tickets. You tried to tell him, you two didn’t need this, but what Lando wanted, he got. That was his Ariana Grande ’I want it, I got it‘ moment.

He insisted you two flew in business class, because, one, you didn’t need to walk through the whole plane and the chance of getting recognized was smaller, and two, you had more legroom, which he loved. But you let him buy it, because it was his money, and he could spend it on whatever he wanted.

When the plane was in the air, and you were settled in comfortably, you couldn't wait to get home, even if it was Lando’s home, it was still home. The smell of Christmas always smelt different when the whole family was there, especially because Cisca went big on Christmas. Tons of cookies were waiting for you, hot chocolates and teas as well, and let’s not forget the beautiful Christmas dinner and breakfast she always did. And that your family also came, made things even better. Normally you would’ve hosted Christmas, but the flat was way too small for everyone to fit in, and Monaco was expensive, the hotel costs would’ve been unnecessary.

”I can’t wait to be home, see everyone.“

You hummed and thought about the last Christmas you spent there, it was the second Christmas you two were together and you decided you wanted to spend it together. The Norris‘s hosted it and it was like you always joined them, everyone had a small gift for you, they all welcomed you beautifully in the family, not that they hadn’t before, but now it felt official, and the whole mood was perfect.

When you arrived, you quickly got off the plane, to avoid the other people and waited for the luggage at the strap, of course, yours came almost at the end, you couldn’t wait to get out of the airport. London Heathrow was busy, very busy. While walking next to the big crowds and lines, you could hear mumbling ’Is that Lando Norris?‘ but you only pulled more on his hand and you two were almost sprinting through the halls, wanting to reach the exit where Oliver was kindly waiting to pick you up.

You greeted him with a hug, Lando did the same and you quickly got in his car and you were driving home for Christmas.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas

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ashtheketchum · 1 month

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How they met you Bayverse TMNT

A/N: I kind of felt like writing something with the turtles again. :3 In my private time I have written a lot about them (especially about Donnie) and I could publish my stuff here :D (Picture from Pinterest!)

Warnings: Mention of weapons and violence

Part 2

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Leonardo (Strangers to Lovers):

On the night patrol, Leo had decided to split up a bit

On the roofs, he looked closely at the streets and alleys to ensure the safety of the city

At a traffic light, Leo saw you

You were standing next to an older lady and you were chatting with her as you helped her across the street

Your smile was gentle and loving as the older woman laughed with joy

Leo looked at the scenario for a while before you and the older woman walked across the street

When you were on the other side, you waved to the older lady and then continued on your way

Leo briefly looked after the older woman before following you over the rooftops

He followed you until you were at your apartment and put some food out for the street cats

With such a simple action you had Leo's full attention and he was happy that there were still people like you

He made it his own mission to take care of you

Raphael (Cinnamon roll and Guard dog):

Raphael spotted you while he was on patrol

You were backed into a corner and threatened with a gun. The thief wanted your valuables and all your money

Raphael immediately intervened by throwing his sai so that the weapon was knocked away by the thief

Then he grabbed a few bricks and threw them down to knock out the thief

The thief ran away while you still stared up to see your savior

Raph saw a dark corner where you couldn't see him and he jumped into it

"Give me back my weapons."

You had thrown them into the shadows as you silently looked in his direction

You thanked him several times before you stood up and tried to walk towards him, but Raph immediately growled loudly, making you jump back

"Can I meet you again?" you asked him

Raph just huffed before climbing up and leaving you alone

Donatello (Sexy sassy and timid nerd):

Donnie sometimes sneaked into famous universities (without Leo knowing) to see what it was like at a public university

He also saw you quite often during class

Donnie found you very interesting, even though you never really listened, didn't take notes, and never participated in class, you got good grades and got through every class

You were quite popular, with the boys and girls, but you had rejected everyone

One day Donnie had put his number in your bag, hoping he could get to know you better

He knew it was risky, but he wanted to try it. His brothers simply weren't allowed to know

Of course you found his number and called him immediately, but it was a video call

Donnie had always taped up his cameras, but it still scared him. Then he answered

You talked for a while and he had to spend a really long time proving that he didn't go to your university but was homeschooled

You had a good time and even became friends

Donnie found himself admiring you as you still had your camera on and sometimes smiled into it

Michelangelo (Aggressive chihuahua and calm giant):

Mikey had spotted you when it was Halloween and everyone was out celebrating

He snuck out and tried his luck at talking to you. He always got along well with his looks, including you

You had put on the Hogwarts uniform and even had a wand

Mikey complimented you and you had a very long conversation, which you both enjoyed

You told him that his costume looked incredibly realistic, to which he could only giggle nervously

"I've been working on it all year, little one."

His little nicknames for you always made you giggle and his heart fluttered every time he heard it

But when Mikey was whistled back by Leo, he staggered towards you in disappointment before disappearing into the crowd so that no one noticed him anymore

You were disappointed that he had to leave, just like Mikey was disappointed to leave

Since then, you came to the place where you met every day and Mikey saw you there all the time

But Leo had forbidden him to talk to you

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livelaughloveneteyamm · 1 year

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“sit.” — ao’nung

ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings : oral (f), p in v, dirty talk, praise, teasing, fluff, daddy kink. i know this is not ao’nung in the picture but i feel like this is what he’d look like as Olo'eyktan. not proof read

today was the day ao’nung is to become Olo'eyktan, you hadn’t seen him all week because he was out doing things to get ready for this day so you were looking forward to finally seeing him during his celebration, you knew him all your life, the chiefs son and you were best friends with his sister tsireya because you were her age. when you were young you would admire him from a far, the way he was so fit but never had abs, the way he was so rude to everyone but you, that way he was good at everything he did. when you turned 13 and ao’nung turned 15 that’s when he started to notice you took a personal interest in him, the way he felt your eyes burning on him whenever he turned the other way, the way you would clench your thighs everytime he would tease you. when you would bite your lip whenever his hand brushed your thigh.

when he turned 16 and you turned 14 everything changed, ao’nung had lost it. he pulled you out of your tent in the middle of the night and just let everything out “i see you.” he whispered hands sliding onto your waist and he kisses your jaw and all the way up to your lips and closes the gap between you two, kissing you hard. he pulls back and looks you in the eyes “ Oel ngati kameie yawne” he says gripping his nails into your hips “Oel ngati kameie” you say out of breath.

by the time you were 16 the two of you were mated and this leads you to were you are now, you’re 18 and ao’nung 20. ao’nung never changed once personality wise but looks wise he was absolutely a different person, his body toned up so much more. the stomach that once had no abs has a 8 pack now.

you and whole clan are at ao’nungs celebration of him becoming the new chief, everyone is sitting quietly waiting for him to come out, you and tsireya and your family are sitting in the front row. that’s when you hear foots steps. then you see him. you take in everything about him, his long legs, his abs, his shoulders and then that’s when you see it. his new tattoo. that went from his shoulder to across his face. you swear you could’ve just came at the sight of him like that, everyone cheering but you drown out the sound just focusing on the way your mate looks.

ao’nung was walking around the whole time just greeting people as their new leader with you by his side until he no one left to greet. you and him were standing before everybody watching them dance and have fun. “you know, i really like it” you say catching his attention “like what?” he laughs, “this” your hand moves between you two and you trace your finger tips along his tattoo your fingertips brush along his nipple by accident making him inhale fast, you laugh at how sensitive they are, your movements fall onto the side of his face that was tattooed you cup his cheek “though i do miss seeing your pretty face without the tattoo, i still really like it” you smile at him making him smile two times wider at you, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder making you squeal “put me down ao” you hit his back while laughing.

he takes you away from the party. he takes you to where you first mated. a small cave with the floor completely covered in moss and flowers that would glow different colors depending on the feelings in the room. he puts you down finally. you stand in front of him looking him in the eyes, the flowers all turn pink “sit.” he says, you look at him dazed “hm?” you say “sit.” he says a little louder. you instantly submit. you usually put up a fight but today you felt as if you needed to listen. you sit on your calfs in front of your mate. the Olo'eyktan. looking up into his eyes as he slowly gets on his knee in front of you “lay back” he says rubbing your thighs, you let yourself fall back on the soft moss. he spreads your legs and slides his body over yours his hands up above your head are supporting him his eye contact lingers for a little while like he’s in a trance or something.

without a word he starts kissing your neck and down your shoulders, taking off your top and throwing across the floor somewhere for him to find later “i love you,my mate” he gives a little kiss to your right breast “i will never stop loving you” his kisses the other, the kisses trail down to your stomach “i will worship the ground you walk on.” he leaves another kiss on your stomach and slides off your loincloth and throws it aside. “and i promise to give you endless amounts of pleasure mentally and… physically” his tone is deep and his are eyes locked on your glistening pussy. he dives in right after saying that you immediately feel the heat spread through out your whole body, your hands fly to his newly done hair “fuuuk ao” you moan out trying not to mess up his hair.

he hums at his nickname that everyone calls him but only one gets to moan. his hands are gripping your thighs to hold them from closing on his head as he devours you sucking at your clit while you tweaked with your nipples, the attention he was showing your clit now falls onto your entrance, he lifts his head up and spits straight onto you cunt rubbing it in with his thumb “you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he praises as you trying your hardest not scream from the pleasure. you feel like you’re head is gonna pop from him shaking his head from side to side as his thumb works on your little clit, you feel the pleasure build up in your stomach “ao wait wait” you breath out, he stops and looks at you “i wanna cum with you inside me” you pled with him and he doesn’t waist a second sitting up and basically ripping his loincloth off his cock springing out and hitting his stomach he pulls you closer to him by your thighs. he rubs his angry cockhead against your clit, you whine just wanting him in you “stop teasing me ao!” you huff and it only makes him laugh “that’s no way to talk to your Olo'eyktan” he says as he pushes in you slowly, you had never fully taken him to say the least because you two never really had time. it felt like he ripping you into two but in a good way. your grab onto arm as he sets a steady pace snapping his hips forward looking for your sweet spot and when he found it. he had a field day.

“shit!” you cry whenever he starts speeding up hitting right where you needed it “is this what you needed my love?” he asks gripping waist and pushing him self deeper making tears blur your eyes “yes! please daddy please!” you scream not noticing what you just called him, he slows his pace making your eyes shoot open “what did you call me?” he’s smiles at you “ao i-” he cuts you off “mmm daddy. i like it”.

MY FIRST AO’NUNG FIC?!!?!?. and honestly i hate it so much. i might delete this. love y’all!!

#avatar way of water #neteyam sully #jake sully #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #smut #loak x tsireya #neteyam x you #avatar fluff #stepdad!jake #ao’nung #ao’nung smut

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Hello can i request yandere catboy x reader, so the yandere is reader's cat (in cat form) but in school yandere is also reader's classmates (in his human form (so he can change his form to cat and something perfect human even human with ears & tail)) so automatically the knew each other as classmate (they're not close in school) but reader didnt know that their classmate is their cat too, the yandere its so obsessed with reader inside school and house, but he more clingy when he in his cat form because he can get patted and cuddled with reader, but one day when they're cudding together the cat turn into human which make reader shocked, the reader keep trying to get rid of him even start to ignore him in school where he suddenly being clingy ans touchy, the rest of the story i let you continue (≡^∇^≡)

Yandere catboy x reader

Note: longest fic I've written It got longer than I expected 😙

Summary: you find out your cat is actually your classmate.

drawing of yandere catboy 1

drawing of yandere catboy 2

Your friend stopped walking as an orange cat came into view.

"Oh- There's a cat over there!"

Before you could react, your friend dashed over to the cat.

"Aww... so cute."

"Come on, let's go home."

You said, standing beside your friend who is taking pictures of the cat.

"Wait- she's purring. I need to take a photo of this."

You sigh. Your friend was obsessed with cats and never missed any chances to watch them, take pictures of them and touch them. She also took photos of this orange cat just outside the school gate everyday.

"I don't have anything to feed you today.. but I'll buy some tomorrow, okay? Bye, Chesse."

After one last pat, your friend stood up.

"That cat has a name?"

You asked.

"Of course she does! Everyone in school calls her Cheese. Her soft fur is just like cheese."

Your friend proceeded to show you pictures on her social media. You had no choice but to look at her social media that is filled with pictures of cats.

You didn't hate cats, but you weren't a fan of them either. You've taken a few pictures of cats in the past, but admiring cats all day was not that interesting to you.

After saying goodbye to your friend, you went to your home.

"Mom, I'm home."

You shouted loud enough for your mom to hear.

Your mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Hey mom- huh?"

You felt something cling to your leg. You immediately looked down to find a black and white cat.

"What is this?"

You said, confused. You tried to back away from the cat, but it was still clinging on to you. You turned to your mom to hear some kind of explanation.

"It's a cat from my office. I'm sure you've seen this cat a few times."

Your mom replied. Now that you think about it, you could remember this cat from a few days ago when you visited your mother's office.

"Is this cat the one staying at the back of your office building?"

"Yes it is! I made a simple bed for it to stay.. and I decided to just take it home-"

"What? Does dad know about this? What about my brother?"

"They seem pretty chill about it. Your brother liked the idea. You know the drawing he drew in his kindergarten? That kid likes cats."

"What if this cat already has an owner?"

"I checked it, and everyone around my office said this cat was alone for a few years. So it's fine, (y/n), don't worry."

"You could have asked if I'm fine though."

You looked back at the tuxedo cat. You didn't want to blame the cat, but getting a cat without your opinion was not the best feeling.

You patted the cat's head while it curled around your leg. This cat was acting like it's smart enough to comprehend your feelings. You felt the cat clinging to you more as you touched it.

"I'm sorry (y/n). I should've told you sooner, but I was busy. Plus, the person using the second floor starting next week is allergic to cat fur, so I had no choice to take the cat to home."

Your mom said. You nodded as a reply and looked at the cat again.

"Look, the cat likes you the most. That cat never warmed up to me like that. Why don't you name the cat, (y/n)?"

Your mother was true. You visited your mother's office a few times, and this cat only liked it when you touch it.

"I'm bad with names, and why don't you name it? It's you that brought it here anyway."

"Oh come on, (y/n). Don't be so harsh on the cat."

You ignored your mom and tried to go inside your room, but the black and white cat followed you inside your room without any presence.

"You really do like me.."

You murmured to yourself.

The cat still curled up to you between your legs. You had to pick up the cat and move it to your bed to unpack your school bag and change into comfortable clothes.

You crawled into your blankets and got your phone ready to watch videos before dinner. The black and white cat also crawled beside you, using your right arm as a pillow.

"Oh right.. I need to think of a name for you.."

You said as you scratched the cat.

"What about.. just Tux? That's pretty easy to pronounce."

You said as the cat digged into your chest.

"Do cats like their owners this much..?"

You mumbled.

"So Tux it is? Or do you want another name?"

Your cat ignored your mumbling and rubbed its face onto you.

"... okay then. Your name is Tux from now on."

Your cat, now named Tux, reacted to its new name, and it seemed quite pleased.

You spent time scrolling down social media with your cat beside you before your mother called for dinner. As you got up and walked to the kitchen, Tux followed you. At the kitchen, you found your little brother and your dad talking about their experience today in the playground.

"Where have you been?"

You asked your brother.

"In the playground with my friends... wait- that's the cat mom's talking about-!"

Your brother's attention darted to Tux immediately as he touched the cat. Tux didn't avoid the touch either.

"That cat's name is Tux. I named it."

You said, sitting on your chair and eating food your mom prepared.

"That's a.. intuitive name."

Your dad said, looking at Tux.

"... Anyways, why did you agree to raise a pet?"

You asked. Looking at your brother's wide smile, your dad answered,

"Didn't your mother tell you? Uh.. your brother likes cats, and why not?"

"... yeah whatever."

You ate dinner listening to your little brother talking about Tux. You felt good that your brother got a pet that he wanted. However, at the same time, you felt uncomfortable... having a pet all of a sudden. It felt like having a new family member without your permission.

You know that having a pet will feel like having a family member as time passes. Your friends told you about how their pets meant the world to them... But there was this uncomfortable feeling about Tux.

Maybe you were just mad about your family and wanted to leash your anger to Tux. You didn't know.

When you woke up the next day, you found Tux right beside you.

"How did you get in here..."

You went to sleep alone last night. You remembered that you closed the door before Tux gets in.

You shrugged it off since you had little time before you go to school. You walked around, brushing your hair and wearing your uniform.

"Where is it? Ugh.."

You mumbled as you searched for your earphones. You put them on last night, and the right one was missing.

"Hey- don't distract me."

You lifted up Tux from the bed sheets and searched to see if the bed sheets were covering your right earphone. You rummaged through your bed sheets but you couldn't find it. While you were busy lifting up bed sheets, Tux crawled under your bed.

"What are you doing?"

You also looked under the bed.

"Oh- You found it!"

Tux was playing with the right earphone you were desperately searching for. You grabbed your right earphone and put in the case as your cat tossed it to you.

You sighed in relief and looked at Tux.

"Thanks for your help... I would've died for boredom in school without your help."

You smiled at Tux and left your room, ready to go to school.

In your classroom, you talked about your new cat to your friend. As expected, your friend was excited about it, asking dozens of questions.

"How can you not have a picture of it?"

Your friend said.

"I didn't think of it. I'll send you a picture when I go back home."

Your friend rambled about how her mother would not allow her to have a pet. You listened to your friend quietly.

"Hey."

Someone poked your shoulder. You looked back to see who it was, and one of your classmates was standing right behind you.

"Huh?"

"You're sitting on my seat."

Your classmate said.

"Oh- sorry-!"

You stood up right after.

"Don't you think you and him have a lot of connections lately?"

Your friend said, eating a chocolate bar she bought in free time.

"Who are you talking about?"

"You sat in his seat in lunch time. How could you not remember?"

"Oh- are you talking about Blake?"

"Of course I am! Don't you think he likes you?"

You knew your friend loves setting people up and likes searching for possible couples, but this time, she's talking nonsense.

"I didn't even talk to him that much."

Your friend was eager to tell you what she has found.

"That's not the point- The important part is that he's constantly gazing at you during class. Also, how can you not notice that it's you he talks to!"

"He talks to plenty of people."

"Oh no, you're clueless. If you observe further, you'll definitely realize he only talks to certain people, or friends, and they all knew Blake even before highschool."

"How do you know that?"

"My eyes and ears are open."

"..."

Blake and you? That's such a confusing match.

"Your observations can't be the reason."

"See for yourself then. I'm sure. Blake has interest in you."

"..."

You didn't believe a word your friend said before Blake asked if he can join you on the way home.

It was awkward, walking with a classmate who you've barely talked to. Blake was quiet, and you didn't know how to start a conversation.

"I thought you go home with your friends."

You said.

"Oh- I moved recently. It seemed like you go home this way too, so... I thought it could be great having another friend to go home with."

Blake said. You could see he was a bit nervous... but why?

Not much conversation went by, and you waved goodbye to Blake in front of your house. You went into your house, throwing your book bag onto the bed and taking off your jacket.

You looked around to see if Tux was around, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You went into every room in your house but Tux wasn't in any of them. You went back to your room, wondering where that sneaky cat hid himself. You were unpacking your bag when you noticed something jumping over the fence. You looked at it to realize that it was your cat that was jumping over the fence and into your home.

You quickly opened the window facing the garden Tux was walking across and let it in your room.

This was strange. The doors were all locked, and you went out of the front door in the morning, so there's no way for Tux to get out. Your mother took your little brother to kindergarten and your father went to work after you left for school.. but they wouldn't have left Tux leave the house.

"Do you get out of the house when no one is watching?"

You said, in a surprised tone.

Was this cat extra smart, or were you mistaken about all the doors being closed?

Tux didn't seem to care that it got out of the house when everyone was outside.

You were skeptical but decided to ignore it and kept on unpacking your bag and organizing your clothes.

After a few hours, your mom came home with your brother.

"We're going to have dinner after an hour when your dad comes back from work-"

Your mom said loudly enough for you to hear.

In your room, you were studying while Tux was watching. You studied until your mother called you to eat dinner.

Your little brother was talking about his day in kindergarten like always, and your mother was setting food plates on the table.

You ate quietly as your brother went on about how his friend and him played some kind of game.

"Mom, today a classmate wanted go home together with me. The funny thing is.."

You said to your mom when your brother cooled down.

"Are you listening?"

You asked your mom.

"Oh- I am listening. Go on."

"The funny thing is that.. I've never talked to him properly yet."

You went on.

"And I beat Anthony- so I got a prize-!"

Your words were blocked with your brother's babbling.

You sighed. Everytime your brother blocked your words, it felt so frustrating.

"Can't you wait when I'm talking?"

You would've heard what your brother needed to say, but this time, you felt like speaking up.

"What?"

Your brother looked at you.

"I mean.. I want to talk too."

"But-"

"Your brother is thrilled he got a present today in kindergarten. Let him talk, he's feeling good today."

Your dad said.

"I think he talked enough though."

"You talked a lot more when you were young too."

Your mother said, smiling.

You were annoyed. Why was she smiling?

Your family wouldn't listen to you, and it was so frustrating to you.

"I ate a lot, I'm going back to my room."

You said.

"You haven't eaten half of it, why?"

Your mother asked.

"My stomach hurts today."

You stood up and walked to your room. Tux follwed you.

You couldn't understand it. You wanted to talk about your new friend too. You wanted to talk about how Blake suggested to go home with you.

You turned to your cat that was cuddling you, covered in your bed sheet. You scratched its fur as it purred.

You noticed that Tux followed you everywhere in the house. You also noticed that Tux only cuddled with you. That actually felt heart warming.

Tux jumped off the bed and crawled to a shelf you collected all your goods like small stuffed animals, and some figures you collected from before. It was usually goods from a few years ago.

"Is there something interesting?"

You looked at the shelf, confused.

"I don't see anything interesting... wait-"

The shelf was missing something.

Now you searched through all your goods to find there was a figure missing. And you also found some of your markers missing. You actually needed those markers for art class tomorrow.

The first thing that came up to your mind was your brother.

You thanked Tux and went out of your room, to the table where your family was eating dessert.

"Where's my figure and markers?"

You asked your mother.

"What do you mean by markers and a figure? The ones on your shelf?"

Your mother replied.

"Yes- where are they?"

"I gave it to your brother."

With your mother's answer, you went straight into your brother's room to find your figure on the corner of his shelf. You grabbed it and put it back on your shelf. Your mom watched with a confused expression.

But you couldn't find your marker still.

"Where's my marker?"

You asked your mother again. Your brother was quiet, staring at you now that he realized how irritated your voice was.

"Why?"

"I said multiple times that I needed my markers for my art project-"

You were shouting now.

"I gave it your brother because he had a drawing competition today, and your brother left it in kindergarten because it got damaged. You can draw with something else for your art project, right?"

Your mother said, annoyed too.

You tried to calm down, but this was too much. How can your whole family ignore your words?

"That's not the point here- why would you take my stuff without my permission?"

Your mother said nothing, but she was definitely baffled from your statement.

When your mother said nothing and your brother kept whining, you went into your room again, shutting the door roughly.

The next day, you were silent the whole time getting ready for school. You didn't have your marker, and you couldn't finish the art project how you wanted to because of that.

You walked to school with heavy footsteps.

Art class was after lunch, so you still had time to think about how to do your art project. But you didn't have good ideas on your mind. Also you have already done the sketch for the drawing, which makes it harder to think of other good ideas.

Time flew by fast and it was time for art. Unfortunately your friend didn't have markers, so she couldn't help you out.

The uneasy feeling went on. You had to decide whether to switch the concept of the drawing or find usable markers one way or another.

"You'll do good with or without markers..."

Your friend comforted you.

"Thanks..."

You decided to use watercolor the school had and walked over to the sink with a small yellow bucket.

"Hey."

You felt a poke on your shoulder.

It was Blake.

"Oh- hi."

".. I have markers.. if you want to use it."

"... wait- really?"

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

"Yeah.. you can take them and use it at your table. I use watercolor anyway."

"Thanks- you're a lifesaver."

Blake was a lifesaver, and that went on for a few weeks. He gave you stuff you really needed, which made your friend more invested in your relationship with Blake.

Your relationship with your family recovered a bit over a few weeks, but you were still in some kind of a cold war, and you were still angry at them. You didn't talk very much either, so it really didn't matter.

You went home with Blake a few times a week. Blake wasn't the funniest person to talk to, but Blake was sure a great listener. Just like Tux.

Blake listened to you, occasionally talking about how he thought. He was not like your family who ignored how your life was in school, and everytime Blake helped you out, you thought of your friend's words. Maybe your friend was an expert at reading people's feelings.

If Blake helped you out in school, Tux was your company in your home. When you went home alone, Tux was waiting for you behind the front door.

You felt uncomfortable around Tux at first, but now you warmed up to Tux. You spent all your days with Tux telling your worries and secrets that you wouldn't tell anyone.

Tux stayed right beside you curling its body into your arms.

Spending your time with Tux felt soothing, and you thought this would go on for sure.

However, despite your wish, it didn't last long.

It was Friday, and you walked home alone. You went home fast to see your cat waiting for you.

"I'm home-"

You shouted.

You didn't see your cat behind the front door, so you walked into your room to find your cat lying down on the bed.

It was unusual for you cat to be like this. Tux always tried to rub itself on you if it had the chance.

You sat beside Tux, worried if the cat is sick.

"Are you ok?"

You asked. You knew Tux won't understand what you're saying, but you wanted your cat to know you're worried by your tone.

You lay down on your bed with your school uniform on. There was no one in the house, so there was no one to scold you for not changing clothes.

You turned to your cat. Tux seemed to be struggling with something, and you didn't know why. You thought about calling your mom, but you knew she wouldn't answer when she's busy with some project of hers.

What if Tux needs to go to the hospital?

Several thoughts went by your head.

Tux was still in a bad state and you didn't know what to do.

You got your phone out and searched through the internet to find some clue after you messaged your father(hoping for him to message you back).

As you searched with your phone, you felt Tux slipping away.

Tux was slowly crawling away from you. It seemed he wanted to head out of your room.

"Hey, where are you going?"

You put one arm around your cat, confused.

"Do you need something? Where are you going all of a sudden?"

But your cat was desperate to get out.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

That was the moment you saw something so unbelievable.

With a blink of an eye, Tux was gone, replaced with a boy your age.

".... Blake?"

You couldn't believe what you just saw.

Tux was no where to be seen, and Blake, who said he was going home with his friends, was exactly in Tux's place, facing you.

Surprised and confused, you quicky removed your arm on Blake's body. Then you jumped out of bed before Blake could react.

"W.. wait-"

Blake grabbed your arm and yanked you back into the bed. You lost balance and fell back first to the bed while Blake grabbed your arms still.

"What the- what are you doing??"

You said as Blake's grip got stronger.

Blake was on top of you, facing you with his face red.

"I'll explain-"

You didn't want to believe it, but from the looks of it, Tux was actually Blake.

Blake's face came closer to yours, and you could hear Blake's heart beating fast.

You pushed off Blake and ran out of your room before Blake came any more closer. Blake followed you without hesitation, desperate to explain himself.

You maintained certain space between you as Blake tried to take a step closer to you.

"I can explain-"

Blake protested.

"Get out of my house.. I'll listen to your explanation later.."

"No- no- I didn't do anything wrong.. I just.. wanted to get closer and help you out."

"I messaged my dad and he'll come home soon. I'll tell him about you if you don't get out."

You said in a harsh tone. You wouldn't tell your dad that Tux is human, but you had to threaten Blake..

Blake's face clearly showed that he was not satisfied, but he left.

When your dad came home, you told him Tux was somehow escaped. Your little brother was upset. But you didn't care to notice him because Tux being Blake was the most important topic in your head for hours.

You've done some pretty embarrassing stuff in front of Blake in his cat form. You told him all your cringey moments, you showed him your true personality.. and you even changed clothes in front of his cat form. You basically showed every aspect of you.

You went to bed imagining how it will be meeting Blake in school again. You imagine yourself being awkward in front of Blake.

You hoped not, but the thought that Blake came to your house just to be beside you made you feel a bit frightened.

The whole situation was weird. Blake was weird. His actions only tell you that he's creepy.

Instead of confronting Blake, you avoided Blake in every was possible. You ran straight to home after school, hoping for Blake to lose sight of you.

"I'm home-"

You said. You find your mom sitting on the couch.

"(y/n)-! Tux came back!"

"..."

"Why, aren't you glad Tux came back without a scratch?"

"Can we just let him be a stray cat again?

You blurted out.

"How can you say that, (y/n)? We brought Tux here, so we have to take care of it."

"It was your choice- you brought him here- then don't let him in my room, okay?

"Why are you acting sensitive lately? Don't you think this is too much?"

You ignored your mother and walked back to your room. Blake tried to follow you, but you shut the door at his face.

Your mother noticed this right away. Irritated herself, she opened the door to your room and let the cat inside.

"Don't vent out your frustration on Tux, (y/n)."

With that, your mom closed the door and headed to the livingroom again.

You glared at the person pretending to be a stray cat. With the frustration that built up past few weeks, you couldn't stand someone deceiving you.

"Get out."

You said.

Blake was still in his cat form, standing still.

"Are you listening..?"

You said. Blake just stood there, staring at you.

"... I'll just go out then."

At that moment, Blake went back to his human form, grabbing your wrists.

"Don't go out."

Blake said.

"....why don't we cuddle like we always did?"

"Are you serious? Why would I-"

You tried to get his hand off your wrist, but he's grip only got stronger.

"You can't even force me out of your room."

"Can you at least let go of my wrist?"

"Oh-.."

Blake let go of your wrist, but he didn't move away from you.

Both you and Blake got quiet after. Your mother shouting from the livingroom broke the silence.

"Stay here."

You said, looking at Blake. Then you went to the livingroom.

"Why did you call me?"

You asked.

"Actually, I didn't buy eggs since I was busy with work. Can you buy them now? You didn't even change to comfortable clothes yet."

"I'm keeping the change."

"Okay. Just come back before I prepare dinner. Oh and we need something else too. I'll send you a list."

You got money from your mother and walked back to your room. Blake was waiting for you, sitting on your bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To buy groceries."

You looked away from Blake and picked up a bag to carry groceries.

You felt someone following you while you were walking to the supermarket.

You knew it was Blake.

"I know you're following me."

You said.

As expected, Blake came out of his cover. He was in his human form.

"I just wanted to see if.."

You ignored him and kept walking. Blake followed suit.

"I like you a lot.. I'm sure you know by now..."

You stayed silent. The whole situation was strange and you didn't quite process it.

"I actually liked you way before you knew me. I can move around more freely as a cat, you know?"

"..."

Blake held your hand and walked right beside you.

"It was hard for me to keep my distance from you in school... that's why I tried to be a stray cat. To get closer..."

"That's... uh..."

Blake suddenly wrapped his arms around you out of nowhere.

"What are you doing??"

You said, trying to push him away. Unfortunately Blake didn't budge. Instead he only got closer, which made your head spinning.

"What if someone sees us?? Stop-"

"Does that mean I can hug you in your room?"

"That's not what I meant.."

Blake laughed as you panicked and didn't know what to do.

"You should stop ignoring me in school. You liked Tux, why not treat me like it too?"

Blake said, holding your hand again.

"Uhm..."

Blake didn't do anything that would attract glances while buying groceries. He kept holding your hand, but he didn't do anything other than that.

You quickly bought the things your mother asked and went home with Blake. Blake transformed into Tux by the time you arrived home and everything went smoothly after that, like a normal day. Blake, in his cat form, watched you from afar as you ate dinner.

You went back inside your room and Blake quickly made his way inside before you could lock the door.

Blake changed back to his human self as soon as he closed the door to your room. Then he lead you to your bed, wrapping his arms from the back.

"I waited for this."

He said while digging into your neck.

"Hey- don't rub your face onto my neck-"

There was no use resisting because Blake had no intention of letting you go.

"I have to study. Let me go."

You said firmly.

"I know you don't study right away after dinner. Let's watch something together. Or we can just lay on bed together and sleep."

"What if my family finds out??"

"Then you should be quiet."

Blake smiled.

You were annoyed, but you kept quiet.

Blake pestered you so you couldn't do much of anything. It was soon late at night and all your family members went to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep."

You said, organizing your desk before bed.

"Really? Then we can sleep side by side. Cuddling each other."

"I'll get you bed sheets. You can sleep on the floor."

"What do you mean-"

"Or you can turn into a cat again."

"I- I'll turn into a cat."

Blake, in his cat form crawled beside you when you lay in bed, covered with blankets.

You heard the alarm and slowly opened your eyes to see Blake's face right in front of you. You screamed right that moment.

Your mother heard your scream and opened the door to check if anything's wrong.

"What's wrong here?"

Your mom asked.

You quickly hid Blake under your blankets, covering his face with your arms.

"Nothing- just a bad.. dream."

"Well, ok. Come eat breakfast in 10 minutes."

"Alright."

Your mom walked out of your room, still suspicious of your actions.

"What were you doing? We could've been caught-!"

You jumped up pushing Blake away.

"Are you going to change into your uniform?"

Blake asked, still lying down on the bed.

"What?"

"I mean.. uh..."

"..."

You grabbed your school uniform and changed your clothes in the bathroom.

"I can't believe you watched me all the time."

You said, leaving the house. Blake already prepared for school and waited for you at the front door.

"..."

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't ate since yesterday lunch."

"I go back to my house in night and stay there until it's time for you to wake up. I do regular things I missed at daytime."

"That explains why you're sleeping all day at school."

"Then will you let me sleep in your room with you? I want to beside you all day."

"All day? That's exhausting."

"It's not exhausting for me. I want to be beside you whether it's in school or home."

"I'll think about it.."

Blake held your hand.

"I know you'll accept it at some point."

Blake said with confidence.

Blake's words were oddly convincing to you.

He was beside you when you fought with your family and got upset. He listened to your words and helped you.

It's true that you liked Tux in your home, and Blake at school as well.

You like Blake's warm touch, but you'll have to think about Blake staying with you all day.

Part 2 here

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1-800-local-slut · 4 months

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Decisions

Rio x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, sad ending, lies and deceit, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, broken family, break ups, arguing, reader has a bad mom, mention of smut, kinda creepy Rio, abusive childhood, suicidal thoughts, recreational drug use, mentions of sex but no smut, Rio calls Beth annoying but make no mistake I love me some Beth, slight canon divergence, not proof read we die like men 💪🏾

Rio get’s close to the reader, due to him having an issue with her mother. He falls for her and they start dating but 8 months into their relationship she finds out the first six months of their relationship was a lie. She realizes she can’t trust him and dumps him.

PSA: The reader has an abusive mother and no father, there's only one mention of the reader getting punched in the face. If that's something that would trigger you then please don't read for your own sake

Please let me know if you guys enjoy!

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When he saw her for the first time, it was dark out. She was standing under the streetlight, waiting for her bus and Rio was standing in the bushes behind her. The light above made her luminescent, giving her dark skin and gorgeous glow. He didn't even know why it shocked him to see her there. He had been waiting for her after all.

It was a chilly April night, she was shivering. Rubbing her hands together and exhaling a puff of cold air. He even remembered thinking that it was weird how cold it was for April. She held her phone in her hand, her headphones lightly bled music. Rio could've stared at her all day, if only he wasn't here on business.

He needed to put some pressure on someone and this was how it needed to be done. Stepping out of the bush, Rio slid close to the target of the evening.

His eyes scanned her up and down, looking for some sort of entry point. She didn't notice him, he wasn't standing too close to her yet. With a final scan, he noticed the Jordan high tops that hugged her feet. Perfect.

Taking another step, a bigger step, he made sure his presence was known. Her eyes glanced up at him, a natural response. She carefully observed him, like she was deciding if she should take a large step away or just ignore him. The leaking music shut off and Rio fought back a smile. Best not to freak her out. It was time to finally put things into motion.

"Those shoes are nice, I was looking for a pair for my cousins quince gift but I couldn't find any in her size." Of course there was no way to start a conversation with a woman this late at night in t he middle of nowhere waiting for a bus without sounding like a creep but Rio was pressed for time.

She raised an eyebrow, and glance him up and down before she glanced at the time. Checking how much time before the bus came, smart.

"Thanks. I picked them up last week." Curt and to the point. Rio admired how quickly she went on the defense.

"They suit you. The color I mean. If you don't mind can I ask where you brought those? I just moved here, and I don't know where anything is." Her plump lips pushed into a straight line as if she was contemplating.

Mentally, he willed her to just go for it. Just take the bait, so the guy he had in the bushes who was about to take a few pictures for evidence could get something.

"Yeah, you just have to head to the store on 83rd. There's a place called Sole Symphony. You can get a good deal if you talk to the right person.

"Oh I passed that place on my drive in. I'm Rio, by the way." Extending his palm, Rio heard the bus pulling up behind them. Sure, he knew her name already. But what if he wanted to know more than just her name?

As she placed her hand in his and said her name, the doors of the bus slid open behind the two.

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"Baby what do you want to eat?" She was leaning on the arm of the couch, while Rio rested his head on her lap. Clad in one of Rio's black t-shirts, and a pair of his boxers that outlined that ass he worshipped. Under the lights of her living room, she still looked radiant.

"What, you can't cook?" Rio teased, only to be playfully swatted on his head.

"Stop being annoying, I'm ordering dinner because someone's stupid self forgot to go to the grocery store."

"I forgot to go because you wanted to play around all day, so had to I come home and handle business." Rio smiled, a true smile. A smile he hadn't had in a really really long time. She giggled and bent her face closer to his, and hummed. She rubbed her thumb over his forehead, in a way that made Rio shudder.

"I only did that because you finished all my weed and then got me the wrong strain. So maybe that's your fault?" Rio rolled his eyes playfully, and accepted the soft kiss she planted on his lips.

It filled him with a warm, thick feeling. If someone made love into soup, it was filling his stomach at this very moment. Giving him a full, heavy feeling that Rio never wanted to lose. After a second they pulled apart and Rio stared deeply into her eyes. She did the same, like she could see Rio baring his soul to her.

Every now and again though, he remembered though that this was merely temporary. He never, and he cannot stress how much he means never, let himself fall for someone he was using for business. Still, some rules were meant to be broken.

Whenever he remembered that fact, when he remembered that once his debt was settled with her mother (the whole reason he approached her at that bus station in the first place), his heart died a bit.

The past four months had been nothing but a mix of stress and bliss. Stress, the stress of accidentally hurting the person who broke into his heart. Bliss, from laying with her just like this. Every night, or going to dinner with her. How six months could change a man so much was beyond him. Just being with her, even if it was technically for leverage. Though he would never hurt her.

Still, if she knew, it would hurt her more than anything. It would be like a knife, piercing her heart before twisting and causing her to bleed out unstoppably.

Realistically, speaking anyone would be. If you knew your drug addict mother got herself in too deep and your boyfriend was only with you for leverage against her, you'd be pretty cut up about it, wouldn't you?

The drug addict mother, who started exhibiting psychotic jealousy at what seemed like the moment you turned 12 , and who punched you in the mouth after you refused to be nice to her new boyfriend, who you fought so hard to get away from after your nightmare of a childhood? Who told you everyday that not only were you not shit but you'd never be shit? The mother you don't even tell people you have, like the father you never met?

How would you feel to find out that after fighting your entire life just to live a life that wasn't filled with filth, bearing your entire being to someone (the only one who knew the truth), that finally when you found happiness none of it was real? All because of the mother who you don't even acknowledge, after fighting tooth and nail to get as far as you could from, was still giving you grief.

It killed Rio to know all of this too. To see the scars that she trusted him enough to explain. To explain why she's afraid to have children of her own, to understand what made her into the beautiful, strong and confident woman she turned into too. How could Rio hurt someone who accepted him so wholly?

It made him sick to think about. Honestly, he felt like a toxic rapper who does his woman wrong and everyone but her seems to know. He felt like the definition of shit.

"...be?"

"Huh?"

"Is thai food alright with you, babe?"

"Yeah. Yeah sorry I just dosed off for a moment." Just like that, her voice was like a light shinning through the dark. Her face reflected concern, and she ran a manicured nail over his cheek. On instinct he clasped her hand in his.

"What's wrong with you?" Her voice an even whisper. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her literally everything, and he meant everything. Everything about himself, not the partly fabricated tale he told her about his life for the sake of keeping her at an arms length.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Rio gave a small chuckle.

"Nah just thinking about you mamas." Rio smirked up at her and saw her playful eye roll.

"Boy, if you don't do something with yourself." She laughed with a the smile he'd fallen in love with, pinching him on his chest and he winced before letting out a laugh. Rio grabbed his pants from the side of the couch where he hastily threw them when he came home to 'handle business'. Pulling out his wallet, he plucked his credit card out of the folds. He chuckled and handed it to her, where it was gracefully accepted. Within seconds, Rio felt like he could feel the money being pulled from his heart and his card.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, you keep an ear out for the food." She announced, slipping out from underneath him and leaving his head to connect with the couch.

"Without me though?" He watched her walk out of the living room and to her bathroom, sliding the boxers off in the process. If anything she was relentless in her desire to tease him.

"Don't be gross." She chastised, tossing her shirt off behind her and Rio admired her perfect body before she was out of sight and the door behind her closed.

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"Flowers?" Beth raised an eyebrow at the large bundle in the back of his car. Rio glanced back, the flowers and immediate reminder of what was waiting for him right after this. He couldn't even fight the grin. This girl had him feeling butterflies, kicking his feet and giggling when she wasn't even there and it was only eight months.

"For my lady." It was Fall now. The changing leaves reminded Rio of his changing heart, his changing mind. How he changed so much in the last eight months in so many ways that he couldn't even describe.

Coming up on their eight month anniversary and Rio wasn't even close to playing when it came to celebrating. That big ass bouquet was just the first part. He had a pair of matching necklaces for the two of them, a set of twin cuban links with a nice romantic saying, 'Semper Fidelis' (Always Faithful) carved into them.

Especially since his relationship with Beth had been a recent source of anger between the two. In all fairness, Rio told her he was involved in the stock market, which technically wasn't a lie. She knew he did something illegal though and didn't seem to care as long as neither of them got arrested.

What he didn't explain was what a big tittied white woman was doing calling his phone in the middle of the night and why she sounded so upset when she answered instead of him. Or why there were so many calls between the two of them when Rio was at work when Rio requested she don't blow his phone up when he's at work. Or why when he came home early to have lunch with her he had to leave in the middle because Beth had been blowing his phone up during their entire meal.

Honestly though, Rio knew better than to trip about it. Shit, Rio knew he wasn't even feeling Beth's annoying ass like that. If it was him, some dude called his girl in the middle of the night then had the audacity to sound annoyed when HE answered the phone? He would've flown off the handle before the call even hung up. He'd be out of bed, pulling up his pants and boxers, grabbing his gun and his keys and half way into his shoes.

"You have a girlfriend?" Beth asked, eyes bugging out of her head, mouth open in shock. Why did she look like a salmon?

"You sound shocked. I got game, Elizabeth. Anyways, about your issue tell your FBI man that I hit or whatever." Pushing down the button, she still sat there gaping at him.

"What...?" She blinked, hushing her voice as if someone was gonna hear them. Part of him wanted to tell her to get the fuck out so he could get the fuck home. But in the past eight months, he learned how to have a bit more patience.

"Tell him we made love." Wiggling his eyebrows he made a motion for her to get out of his vehicle and she made her way out. Thank God.

Turning on his engine he winded down the window of the passenger window.

"Make me sound good." And with that he was gone.

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As crazy and inebriated as her momma was for most of her childhood, sometimes she was smart. Like when she taught her how to fight when those girls at school wanted to jump her. Like when she taught her and her sisters to never and she meant NEVER leave your sister in a pinch no matter whats going on between you three. When she taught her how to hot wire a car, and especially when to know if a man was lying.

There were more life lessons, like how to make a crack pipe on the go or how to hide from the police but what can you really learn from someone who was drunk as shit most of your life?

So imagine how shocked and confused she was when she realized 'dang. my momma was right, all niggas are liars.' because her boyfriend had been lying to her their entire relationship? Was it lying or omission? Was she gonna pack her shit and leave without a word to his no-good-low-down-lying-scheming-dirty-bastard self, or put hands on him and go to jail? Lots of decisions for a girl to make in one night. One thing she did decide on the moment she got that phone call from her mom this morning, and got those photos that were taken that first night they met: it was over.

She wished all she felt was anger but that was a lie. With Rio, no Christopher, things were easy. She really was in love, he made her heart swell up like a balloon. When she was at her worse, he was right there and understood and helped her in the best way he could. Understood her anger, understood her sadness. Whatever choice she made, he stood behind it no matter what. He wasn't the type of guy (maybe he could've been, it was clear that she had no clue who he really was) to just sit there and act like he always knew better than you. No, he listened to her, gave her an ear and when she asked for it advice.

This hurt. This wasn't just sadness and betrayal, it was despair. To know that after she fought to get away from her mother. After she got up, walked out that house with nothing but the clothes on her back and said 'if i'm homeless i'm homeless, but its better than being with you' and never saw her again it was only because of that woman that she met someone who she was so head over heels for.

Because of that woman she was sitting here, heart broken. She was sitting here, after sobbing her eyes out in disbelief, after deleting every single picture of the two out of her phone. She was sitting here drowning in rage and betrayal. No. No for once, she couldn't put all the blame on her.

Christopher made the choice to play in her face. He made the choice to waste eight months of her life. To lie, and say he loved her like would be the only woman for him. He probably was cheating on her with that white bitch (with a name like Elizabeth she had to be) and they were probably laughing at her for the past eight months cuddled up together. He made the choice and she fell for it. Outside, the lights of his car pulling up roused some sort of rage deep inside of her. A little voice in her head spoke, it said take a bottle to the backside of his head.

Taking the bottle of liquor next to her, and rearing her arm back over her head she pondered if she was really going to listen to that little voice.

It an easy decision to make.

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"You stupid fuck! Really Christopher, this is what we on?" The scream, and the bottle hitting the wall right next to the door was his greeting. Not a 'hi baby, how was work' like usual. He could already guess he was not about to hit tonight.

"What the fuck? What is your problem?" He yelled back, in this instance he was justified in his screaming considering the murder attempt.

"My problem? My problem? You dickhead, your my fucking problem! You thought shit was sweet? You thought I was just gonna let it slide?" She laughed, anger literally rolling off her.

Taking a moment to look around Rio noticed a few things: the photo of them that was on the table next to her couch was tipped over, the glass shattered the frame on the ground. There was a half empty bottle of wine and a broken glass in the sink. There was a manilla folder, one that he was praying he didn't recognize (but he was starting to think he did), clutched in her shaking hand. Her curly hair was a mess, like she'd been tugging at it in anger.

Sure he knew she'd always been a little bit crazy, he was actually really into it, but did he think this was how their eighth anniversary would start? Nope.

His stomach started to drop. It had been a few months since his business with her mother ended and he was truly hoping from the bottom of his heart hoping she would never find out. He ruled out her mother somehow finally worrying about her enough to tell her.

"What is that?" Rio asked, slamming the door behind him and stepping into the apartment fully. Her neighbors only needed to hear the first part of their exchange, nothing more. She took three defiant steps backwards. The lights were all off, and only the TV was on.

"Got this in the fucking mail today." She growled, throwing the packet at his face. Clear as day, the pictures he had taken of them. For proof. One the first night they met, two on their first date, three when they went to the arcade together and played every game you both could manage and he found himself really trying to impress her. That was when he realized her had a bit of a problem. Then a few more, but eventually they stop after the first two months of their relationship.

The next four months of them being together he resorted to threats and by some miracle her mother found a way to pay off her debts and he was done with her by month six. But not using her for only two out of eight months of their relationship was not a good look.

An awkward silence settled over the two, his stomach feeling heavy. He started to feel warm from shame and fear. The room felt like it was spinning and his mouth felt dry. Even before she said it he knew that he just lost the best thing in his life.

"And some phone calls. Not only did you fucking use me, you also threatened my mom and found my sisters houses?! You dickhead, I'll kill you." She roared, throwing a near by object, which he narrowly dodged.

"Why did you play in my fucking face? For eight fucking months you decided to play in my face and be laid up with me and act like you love me, are you serious?" His head hung low, shame and disappointment and anger. Anger because he knew one thing for sure, this was no ones fault but his. He made the decisions he made. That was on no one but him.

"What you can't fucking talk now? You don't know words? But when that hoe Beth called you could sit up on the phone with her about bullshit right?" She yelled. Rio couldn't even find words. Where should he even start? Beth seemed like the worse place to start.

"Right?" She yelled again, getting in his face before stepping back and breaking into deranged laughter putting a hand on her forehead in outrage. He was panicking. What did he do? Yell at her when he knew he was wrong? Yell at himself for hurting her? What was he even supposed to do in a situation like this? A dry and tear-filled laugh shook him from his thoughts.

"Why though? Why did you do this, I trusted you. I gave you my heart, I gave you my fucking everything. If you can't trust you, then what can I trust?!" The broken sob cut through Rio like a knife. She threw her arms out and drunkenly staggered a bit. She stared, eyes pleading for an answer. An explanation. Anything? But for the first time in a long ass time, Rio had no idea what to say. He felt his palms sweat, gaze still fixed on the photos.

She would never smile at him the way she was in those pictures again. And she grinned as bright as the Sun in each photo except for the first.

When she was still met with silence, Rio resigned. He wanted to say something. Damn, why couldn't he speak? Why was he just sitting there? She was just as confused (surely more confused) as Rio.

"I can't believe this. I let you in and you really sat there and played with me. And you really don't got shit to say either? Well guess what nigga, it's done. I'll die before you hear my voice again, before you ever seem me again. And I could sit up here and yell and scream at you but you know what my momma taught me? As worthless as she was she taught me one thing: the best way to hurt a man is to move on. Get the fuck out." And just like that, before Rio could even say a word it was all over.

The next few minutes were a blur. A trash bag with all his shit was thrown out the window after he was shoved out of her apartment. All the gifts he'd gotten her, the shoes, the jewelry, even her cart that had her name custom printed on it, were tossed out there too. Rio sat out there, outside her apartment complex for what felt like hours.

Shit it probably had been hours. The flowers in the back taunted him. He wanted to stomp on them, he wanted to kick and scream at the world. Why did he fucking do that? For his job of course. Fuck that job, look where it got him. Standing outside the apartment of the love of his life.

Worse, he didn't even speak to defend himself, and she tossed him out so quick that it left his head spinning. He wasn't even sure how he walked to the elevator and made his way to his car. He wanted to die, he wanted to collapse, he wanted to go all the way back in time and tell himself to call off everything and meet her some other way. Now he lost everything that could've been lost to him.

And it was all because of his decisions.

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auras-moonstone · 7 months

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hi ursula! would you be up to writing jack x reader where she wears his shirt for the first time ever and he’s just mesmerised by her, and kisses her face all over? i think that’d be cute!

sweet nothing — jack champion

word count: 661

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: jack goes home to his girlfriend and her sweet nothings.

JACK LEFT THE SET WITH THE FEELING OF EXCITEMENT INVADING HIS CHEST. It was an unusual thing to feel after long hours of shooting, but that day was different because Y/N was waiting for him at his house. They were both free the following day so Jack told her to sleep over and spend the next day together.

As he drove towards his home, he could picture her perfectly in his head. She was probably making his favourite food—because she loved to spoil him after tiring days of work—while humming some Taylor Swift song and dancing around the kitchen like a little kid.

And once he parked in the driveway, he sprinted towards the entrance door with a big smile, eager to see his girl. He was instantly hit with the smell of pizza and the sound of her sweet voice. When he reached the kitchen he leaned against the doorframe, and took his time to admire the sight in front of him.

Y/N was standing behind the counter, eyes furrowed in concentration as she carefully put cheese on the pizza—her perfectionist ass wanted the squares of cheese to be even and perfectly cut even though they were going to melt—, her hair was in a messy ponytail and strands fell in front of her eyes which made her sigh in frustration—something that made Jack smiled like a love-sick fool because he couldn’t believe the adorable girl standing in his kitchen was his.

And finally, the last thing that capture his attention was what she was wearing. The short sleeves of the plaid green shirt reached her elbows, and when he got to see her full body he noticed it ended by her upper thighs. She had never looked more beautiful.

Jack wanted this to be his everyday sight. He wanted to found himself running home to her warm smile, to her little rumblings about her day at uni, to her easing laugh and creases in her eyes, to her cozy arms and awful singing voice: to her sweet nothings.

“Hey” she spoke once she noticed his tall frame leaning on the door. His eyes were on her, but he appeared to be in another planet. “Babe?”

Jack blinked as he got out of his trance. “What?”

“Nothing, I just said hey” she laughed. “What happened?”

“You. In my shirt” he answered, eyes filled with adoration.

“Yeah, sorry. I spilled tomatoe soup on mine so I stole this one”

He took a step closer and cupped her jaw “It looks so much better in you. Hell, you know what? All my clothes are yours now, you should wear mine everyday from now on”

“But I like my clothes” Y/N laughed.

“I’ll burn them so you’ll have no choice” he joked. “For real, you look so beautiful. I never want to take my eyes off you” he started kissing every inch of the skin on her face, making her giggle.

“I missed you a lot” she said wrapping her arms around his neck as their foreheads touched. “How was work?”

Jack pressed a kiss on her nose “It was okay. Been looking forward to this all day, though. It was hard to concentrate” he admitted, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of their hug. “Missed you too. It was excruciating.”

“I made pizza, is that okay?” she asked. Jack looked down and smiled when he saw the pizza had the shape of a heart. “Saw it on Pinterest, and I just had to do it”

“You’re so cute. I love you.” he pressed his nose against hers, his heart pumping in his chest. He never thought how good being in love with someone felt like.

“I love you too, J.” she smiled lovingly.

And to have that someone love you back? It was priceless. He would take every exhausting day at work, every industry disruptor that made a bad review on his performance or movies, every soul deconstructor that threw hate comments at him, as long as at the end of the day he would have Y/N’s love and support.

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xuchiya · 2 months

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k.hongjoong {apron moments}

cafe love m.list || k.hongjoong || p.seonghwa || j.yunho || k.yeosang || c.san || s.mingi || j.wooyoung || c.jongho

just imagining how you [quiet, humourless] would assist hongjoong, one of the new employees of the restaurant, inside the kitchen. His job was to make breakfast menus but for his first day, he’ll be incharge with the other barista.

you hand him an apron which hongjoong finds a little— a huge problem as he finds himself getting stuck with the criss cross apron. you watch at the side before sighing through your nose and approach the struggling man.

"stop moving." your dull voice halted hongjoong in his wrestling fight and froze when you went near him; oblivious to his reaction, you took the apron and placed it over his head, height not a big discussion as you both were on the same height. when your hands run down towards the two strings of the apron, which was quite long to be only tied at the back, so it was also wrapped around towards your front and bow tie it.

and that's what you did, you lean to his side like a hug (but not touching each other) to tie the first knot of the strings then return back to the front; you pull a little too hard causing hongjoong-- who seem to be out of his mind of how close you both were are.

"oof." hongjoong stumble towards you, which you did not also expect his fall; his hand went around the back of your head while the other on the wall behind you both. Your lips open in a small gasp of surprise; both of the air knocking out of you and the approximate distance of you and hongjoong.

Your heart leaped when you made eye contact, you had been a reserved person and never been this close towards any person hence hugging your friends thus the opposite gender.

Hongjoong would run away this instant from embarrassment but he couldn't, not even his muscles were cooperating with him at the moment, he’s paralysed by your beauty and tough front. He had admired women with neutral yet fiery personality, it made dominance picture perfect them when facing challenges.

“Uhm .. hongjoong-ssi ..” he was taken out of his thoughts when he notice your redden face turn to the side, if the situation is not too serious for him; he would smile and tease you but he is playing with his cards that moment and might lose if place the wrong move and got him fire on his first day.

He moves away, clearing his throat in awkwardness, “so-sorry sunbaenim …” you nodded, walking away from him without mentioning more but motioning towards his unfinished apron knot business, “you must know how to tie a knot, finish that and meet me outside.”

Your face was painted with cherry colour as the moment keep repeating like broken record and had you groaning everytime you look at honjoong, “just why do you keep being in my mind?” you mumble as you tow away towards your senior head— Eden.

He sees your figure and immediately he knows something was up, “New kid?” You nodded before sighing softly, “I'm a little worried Wooyoung would lose his patience with him.” Eden shakes his head whilst holding his clipboard, he gave you the clipboard before walking back to his office, “Let’s talk here.”

“WHAT?!” The words hung heavy in the air. Eden is resigning. Your stomach clenched, a cold fist twisting tighter. He was gruff sometimes, a man of routine, but beneath the gruff exterior was a well of unwavering support. He'd become...well, something akin to a father figure.

He sighs, expecting that kind of reaction from you but explaining to him gets harder with each passing minute, “I am getting old sweetheart and seeing the cafe working as I expect it to be is a reassurance for me. I know someone who can monitor the cafe, he’s my godson and he’ll do perfectly for this job. I hope you take care of him well.”

You can not really lie to yourself as what he said is true, the cafe used to be a mere stand that Eden has materials to use just outside his house and now? He has his own shop where some customers can rest while talking to their friends. He started really young, guessing 18 whilst you were just 10 who served people their orders until you got used to the job and now you were his sidekick inside the shop.

But seeing him leave makes a hard time for you, the other workers were hired after 2 years of the shop opening and got close with them. Though with your “dull” personality, they still accept you.

“It’s gonna take time for you sweetheart but I’ll visit afterall, I’m still the owner of the cafe.” He exclaimed, his face showing a fake smug look to emphasise what he had accomplished. You chuckle softly, “Okay okay but at least tell the others the news.”

It was towards evening and the night was still young so in the moment of Eden’s resignation, they celebrated it inside the coffee shop. The air crackled with a bittersweet energy as the news of Eden's resignation settled. Laughter, a touch louder than usual, bounced off the exposed brick walls. Jokes flew, mugs clinked in toasts, and the warmth of the overhead lights seemed a touch brighter.

Yet, beneath the forced cheer, a dull ache thrummed in your chest. Eden wasn't just the boss; he was the steady hand that guided the little ship they called Cafe Love.

Suddenly, a nervous voice piped up, shattering the lighthearted mood. "Uh..." Hongjoong fumbled with his words, cheeks flushed a charming shade of pink. "About what happened a while ago... I'm really sorry. I promise I won't mess up and get myself fired."

You quirked a smile, a genuine one this time. "Hongjoong," you started, your voice softer than usual, "keeping your job isn't really up to me. But," you paused, the corner of your mouth twitching, "maybe lay off testing the new manager's patience, alright?"

A sheepish grin spread across Hongjoong's face. He finds you quite intriguing as your personality wasn’t that hard to break down but something inside him loves the strong facade you kept.

You stole a glance at Eden, his back to you as he wiped down the counter with practised ease. A familiar pang of something akin to loss tugged at your heart. But as you watched him, a silent exchange passed between you, a shared understanding that transcended words, “You seem to admire Eden-ssi?”

You hum, “He took me under his wing even if he had nothing.” Hongjoong saw your eyes twinkle and unconsciously gave you a hanky to which you chuckle but thank him quietly, “Just hearing him resigning just … feels uncomfortable, i don’t know but that is what I feel.”

Hongjoong nodded, understanding what it means to have someone be close to you and gone at the second, “I see, you’re still not used to the absence of someone?” Again, you nodded, Hongjoong’s hand twitch, wanting to comfort you but he respects the space you needed.

“Like they said, Time heals and tells, you just do your thing and keep moving forward.” You look at Hongjoong with a gentle smile, “Wise words. You’re not bad afterall.”

Both cackle on the tall stool near the counter for the barista. You watch the scenery of a new memory amidst the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the comforting murmur of life, change swirled in the air, bittersweet but inevitable.

Maybe Hongjoong is right, time will heal the wound of his absence and time will tell that you are now fine without Eden. Whether he is just at his home doing his music things, he will still remain the father to you and the manager to this cafe.

“Thank you ‘joong.” He shakes his head, a smile on his lips, “No need to thank me, just doing my job as your new friend.”

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez x reader #ateez kim hongjoong #hongjoong ateez #kim hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong

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ultralightpoe · 6 months

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Haunted Doorbell - Jake Seresin

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1443

Warnings: SMUT, CHOKING.

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

“You cannot be serious!” Jake laughs, watching you from your shared bed as you do a twirl, shimmying your shoulders a bit to add to it. He could not seem to look away as you walked the room like a runway, tripping over the pants of the costume a bit and trying to play it off. “Darlin….. I….”

“Before you say anything you have to get into your costume!”

“I didn’t get a costume?”

“I got you one.” You answer, grabbing the other part to your couple costume and tossing it to him on the bed. “Now giddy up cowboy.”

An hour later you have Jake standing behind you as you take pictures in the mirror from your hallway, getting ready to debut the world to the new Ken and Barbie. “I cannot wait. We are going to have so many trick and treaters-”

“Or. It’s or, Darlin. Pick one and stick to it. Kids can’t do both.”

“Well I believe in anarchy, Seresin.”

“You say that until our house is covered in toilet paper and eggs-” He murmurs, watching you throw your phone on the couch and dash to the kitchen in your pink costume, far too excited.

“Darlin’, We are just putting the bowl out with a ‘take one’ sign. Right?” He asks, leaning against the doorway, trying to lean his head on it but the pink cowboy hat stops him. You gasp and snap your head to him, a truly offended look written on your features as he takes a step back. “Easy-”

“Jacob Hangman Seresin. I don’t know how you texans do it, but we must admire each and every trick or treater.” You use the cheapest southern accent when you say Texas and he does his best not to laugh, choosing to move closer and help you empty the candy bags into the bowl.

“Fine, fine. What do we do in the meantime?”

“Cider and movies?”

“What movie do you have in mind?”

He felt like a teenager again.

After turning on the tv to Barbie he had planned to sit and watch it with you until the bell rang, but then he saw how pretty you looked and just couldn’t help himself. One thing led to another and next thing he knew he had you in his lap, the taste of cherry flavored sugar coating his tongue as he explored your mouth with his own.

Before he could get too into though the doorbell rang out and you were launching off him in excitement, fixing your hair and dashing to the door with him close behind.

By the time he opens the door you have the candy bowl, smiling from ear to ear when you see the group of kids.

“TRICK OR TREAT!”

“Oh my god, is that Wednesday Addamns and Batman?”

“It’s barbie!” The girl smiles and Jake watches as you put a handful of candy into each of their buckets before waving them off and shutting the door once more.

He turns to you with a sultry smile. “Now where were we?”

But you were gone, already heading to the kitchen rambling on about how cute their costumes were as you began prepping to make cider.

He moves to help you, using any possible chance he can to kiss you, and finally you both are curled back up on the couch with the movie. Both cups of Cider steaming on the coffee table before you as he shuffled closer to kiss you.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” He whispers, pecking the corner of your mouth as you smile. “So so so pretty Darlin’.”

He kisses along your jaw as he goes before he gets to your neck, only to be interrupted by the doorbell, and he can do nothing but watch you jump up to get the door. When you return you once again are smiling ear to ear as you sit beside him and he starts the process over again.

And again.

Over and over, getting you close just for that crappy doorbell to ring out once more. Beginning to lose his patience each time he hears it.

He finally loses it when he has you in his lap, hips grinding into your own as his hands squeeze at your thighs, biting your lip softly when the doorbell sounds out.

“You have to be kidding me.” He groans and you can’t help but smile, launching up to answer it. You take a little longer before you return, but this time he knows you are up to something.

You lean onto the frame of the living room, finger tracing up your side so slowly and Jake’s full attention is on you. He watches as your finger travels up your abdomen and across your breast until you reach the top button of your costume.

“Whatcha doin’, Sugar?” He croaks out, watching you closely.

“I know you like a bit of competition….strive off it actually.” You smile mischievously. “So I was thinking about a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“You have until the next doorbell to put a baby in me. If you fail then you have to wait until tomorrow.” Your smile widens like a cheshire cat, and you begin unbuttoning the pink vest. “Think you can put a baby in me hangman?”

He’s up in a flash, crossing the room to snatch your hips into his hands and smash your lips together in a forceful kiss that has you both moaning out. He bites into your bottom lip, slapping your hands away from your buttons and finishing them off himself, chucking your vest off quickly before moving to your pants.

When you pull back to breathe you help him with his own top, kicking out of your pants as he reaches a hand into your panties.

“Jesus you are so wet-” He groans, forehead falling against your shoulder as his fingers slide through your folds. “Fuck Darlin’...I love ya’.”

You moan out as he rubs his thumb on your clit, pulling at his top. “You wanna waste time right now?”

He growls out, eyes narrowing as he tears your panties off in one swoosh. “You gonna keep your attitude up tonight, Barbie?”

“You know it, Ken.” You wink, watching him strip before his hands fly to your thighs and he picks you up, your back slamming against the wall as he positions himself.

“Ready?”

“You know it.” And in one easy movement he is sliding you down onto him.

Jake takes you like a mad man, one hand flying to the wall to keep you both upright as his other hand keeps a hold on your hip while he thrusts into you as hard as he can. “FUCK!”

His fingers dig into your flesh as he helps you bounce against him, once you get the movement down he reaches his thumb as your clit then sliding his fingers up your abdomen to pinch as your nipple.

“You said you wanted me to put a baby in you. Yeah?” He asks, voice gravelly as he twists your nipple, slowing down his thrusts to tease you a bit. “I don’t think I can do that Darlin’.”

“Why not?” You whine out, trying to shove your hips into his own before his hand flies to your throat and tightens until your air is cut off.

“Because that would mean no more Halloween like this one. No more taking you in our living room, instead we would be out there.”

“And?” You gasp out, tightening around him at his stare. “I could make it worthwhile.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You swear?”

“SWEAR IT!” You shout, and the smile that spreads across his face is ruthless as he begins picking up pace again.

You have one hand in his hair, the other scratching at his back as he shoves you into the wall with a hard thrust, skin slapping against skin as your body begins clenching. Your nerves are on fire as he hits the spot inside you that has you falling apart.

And then you both are falling, figuratively and physically. His knees give out as he cums within you, sliding down and wrapping his arm around your head while you both fall to the floor. His forehead is laying on your collarbone while you both try to catch your breath.

“How did I win that?” He pants, casting a skeptical look to the direction of the door.

“I put a sign out with the bowl.” You gasp out, smiling a bit when his head snaps to you.

“You rushed me for no reason!”

“I find you work best under pressure. Happy Halloween baby.”

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mosaickiwi · 5 months

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Hi hi, if your requests are still open, could you do [REDACTED] becoming self aware and finding out that the player is super obsessed with him? From his pov cuz I wanna see the internal dialogue. Been meaning to write this myself, but alas, writer’s block 😞

obsessed angel is best angel hehehe >:3c

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Super Obsessed Angel~

The library was often slow in the morning, so you always put some extra time into helping whoever came in. You were getting a few books off the higher shelves for an elderly visitor. As you climbed down the ladder, a stack of novels held to your chest, you were completely unaware of the other visitor who’d been sneaking through the aisles since they arrived. [REDACTED]’s gaze was glued to you, lost in thought as he watched you go about your day.

Something about you had changed since he did away with the Ren persona, as if a certain switch had been flipped on in your brain. It was easy to connect the dots for them—you'd been so obvious about it. Or maybe years of watching you just made every little change easy to spot: you were utterly obsessed with them.

The first clue was a genuine shock for once. He'd dropped you off at your apartment after a date as he always did. You were well past nervous and shy the whole time, but it was to be expected since he wasn't “Ren” anymore. Under the dark mess of hair, black outfit, piercings and tattoos, he was a nervous wreck, too. Far more than normal to pick up the hints of what came next.

As soon as your door closed the dark-haired man pulled out their phone to admire you through the cameras placed in your home. He thought you'd surely wind down on your couch before bed like usual. Maybe even chat up a friend while catching up on your favorite anime.

Instead they were greeted with the sight of you still standing in the entry and typing away on your own phone. He quickly switched to watch your screen, eyes widening at the rapid barrage of texts you were sending to Moth. All gushing with joy about your date.

Of course he committed them all to memory immediately—and his eyes had widened at some of the more interesting things you'd typed before hastily erasing it for a slightly less unhinged message. But one in particular stood out.

“I don't think I can be normal about them.”

That was months ago, and each new thing you did only reminded him of it. He noticed everything and he loved it.

Your bright smiles as you leaned into their touch, their side, their embrace at any chance you got—they had his heart soaring. If only they had let you convince them to do away with “Ren” sooner.

You even accepted the ring once thrown away all those years ago. Still on the necklace he’d worn to keep it close to his heart, but now a favored offering he would catch you playing with throughout the day while distracted by something or another.

It was everything he ever dreamed of. Of course, the quirks you picked up when you thought they weren’t looking were just as fascinating.

The way you always hastily tucked your phone away when he came back into a room was precious. As if they hadn't seen the photo of them you used as a wallpaper, least of all the dozens of other pictures you thought were safely hidden in the depths of your phone gallery. He had a picture to match each of yours in the thousands that filled his own devices.

Innocent calls in the middle of the night where you’d say you couldn't sleep just to hear their voice. He thought about teasing you and saying you could just record it, but then you wouldn't have an excuse—a blatant lie, he knew—to call. They always wanted to hear you just as much anyways, if not more. And even if you did figure out how to record it, he'd make sure the audio file somehow mysteriously disappeared.

He was almost certain of your obsession once you started taking clothes. Hoodies and jackets were obvious, especially since he intentionally left them out for you. That was more than enough to have him practically ecstatic.

Until one morning after you spent the night he realized a few things were missing from his wash pile. A cursory glance through their security system’s recordings confirmed it. The items in question had been purposefully stolen from the middle of the basket so as not to arouse immediate suspicion, and squirreled away in your bag without their notice. He’d only left your side for a moment that day to pick up the takeout order at the door. You were starting to get careful. It made him all the more desperate in seeing what else you’d do.

The sound of a scanner beeping in the silence of the library brought him back to the present as you finished up with the elderly visitor. You politely bid them farewell before sitting back in your chair with a huff.

They couldn’t help but notice the hopeful glance you threw towards a spot on your desk that was obscured from their vision. No doubt the place where you always kept your phone during work. Your hand reached out of habit for the golden ring—his ring—dangling from your neck.

Were you thinking of him? It was only fair that he indulged you. He was thinking of you just the same. One text hurriedly tapped out on his cracked screen, and he was intoxicated by the love struck way your face lit up at the buzz of your phone mere seconds later.

Eventually he knew he'd have to come clean about spying on you. But he had a feeling you wouldn't complain too much. The obsession was finally mutual, after all.

#14 days with you #14dwy redacted #momo reqs #now they're BOTH silly lil guys yippee!!!#[redacted] is still worse tho c:

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itstheghostofmypast · 2 months

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23.37

(Idol) Kim Hongjoong x (F)Reader

Summary: What could be worse than being in love with someone, than being so close to the person you love yet so far, than laying in their arms, counting the seconds pass by till it all slips away?

Genre: Angst (tinge of fluff?)

Warnings: Autophobia/monophobia

Word Count: 1.2K

Est. Read Time: 10 min

Rating: nc-17

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

"Oh, it's giving rich old man vibes- kinda like those men who-" she paused mid-sentence, feeling the intense glare of the man of the hour.

"What?" she scoffed, pulling the soft, drycleaned blankets over her shoulders, pouting at the man.

"When you said you want to spend time with me, did that mean take nonconsensual pictures of me and comment on my sense of fashion?" he asked, eyes still on the laptop screen, sitting cross-legged.

"Well, I meant you, me and a nice movie." huffing she put her phone down and turned to look at him, "Not you, me and our friend 'your laptop'. " sitting up straight she grabbed a cushion, ready to toss it at him, though his head turned, causing her to stop mid-motion- caught red-handed.

"What are you doing?"

"Stretching." with that she placed the pillow down, looking at her reflection through the glass window, trying to tame her hair as she got off the bed and walked over to him, standing right next to him.

He looked up at her, smiling when she leaned down to read the lyrics, "Ah...so this is what you're working on." His fingers reaching for the hem of her -his- shirt, of course, she'd choose this over her actual pyjamas. He got them matching ones, though she would just say they were 'reserved for their bedroom, not a hotel', whatever that meant.

"Are you almost done?" turning to look at him, her breath hitched at the way he was looking- no admiring her, it was always this specific look that had her knees buckling, heart hammering, soul-shaking, hands tremoring-

"You can kiss me, you know?"

His words caught her off guard, taking a minute to process then realising he had a smug smirk, cocking his head to the side as he looked up at her- and he ruined it.

Clicking her tongue she pulled back, rolling her eyes before making her way back to the bed. Crawling to her side before flopping down and glaring at the ceiling, "If you were going to work, shouldn't have called me then." with a sigh she pulled the covers back around her, snuggling onto her pillow, "I could've slept alone back at home too- at least that way I wouldn't have to take the bus to work as I'll do tomorrow."

Being with Hongjoong came with its perks, the man spent well on himself and his loved ones, he was caring and sweet, he was sensitive and never rushed her or forced her to do anything she didn't want to, he respected her boundaries; physical and abstract- but for everything that made him oh so perfect, came a factor that reminded her of how he too was after all just a human- he was a workaholic. It's not like she didn't know this beforehand, both were aware of this setback, but perhaps the blooming relationship had them them attached by the hip, willing to bend enough to let the other climb up.

Although that didn't change how much she loved him, yet, at times like these, when he would call her, claiming to spend time together only to have her just there would make her feel as if their relationship had just become no different than a duty- where the dissonance was part of the ordeal, an analysis paralysis that would drag in one partner while the other deemed the relationship to be but a mundane chore, a requirement to be filled- there were times she'd wonder maybe if he was tired, they were way past their honeymoon phase, perhaps they were only together because this 'situation' was just comfortable. Perhaps she was waiting for the moment of dread, for him to finally slip away, turning her November cold and bitter once more.

The sudden warmth shook her awake- well, actually he shook her awake, before snuggling closer, spooning her, "Sorry." That's all he'd say and she'd melt, no longer wrapped in her dilemma, perhaps she was just a foolish girl, too love-struck to see the curve ball, perhaps she was a foolish girl fully aware that in the morning he'd be gone, while she'd be mourning, trying to hold onto the memory of him.

For someone as careful as her, it scared her how it took no less than three days for him to change the world around her, with the wind feeling just right and the gold of the sun never too bright- she knew that deep down she was but a girl who was too caught up in the whim, too caught up with him, a girl who was, lovesick.

"How long?" she whispered, feeling his arms tighten around her, pulling her closer as he tangled their legs together, the material of his pants soothing her burning skin, a nostalgic blanket wrapping them in its arms, humming the usual melancholic hymn.

"A few days." his words were soft, just like his touch, his fingers caressing the skin under her hoodie, trying to soothe himself more than her, "Just a few days and I'll be back." Repeating a bit louder, as if to convince himself- well, he was trying to convince himself, but he needed her to know, he needed her to feel the same as she did when he first met her, he needed her to hold onto him, to keep him grounded, to keep his head afloat and above the water.

"I'll be waiting..." she yawned, placing her hand on his, "Just like always." Closing her eyes she took a breath, trying to remain calm, though the way her body quivered had his stiffen, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he buried his face in her hair, letting her scent engulf his senses, flooding them in all his being, making sure all his mind, body and soul knew were her, now and forever.

"Thank you." his muffled voice caught her ears, and she choked on her words, choosing to only nod at the statement, hand gripping his forearm and trying to pull him closer and much to her pleasure he followed her lead, almost on top of her, too guilt-ridden to object- for how could he object, who was he to object when she had endured everything, for the past many years, standing by his side, in the shadows, a quiet spectator, a lover within the confines of secrecy, letting up on her own freedom and happiness that came with many suitors, only to stay by his side, to support him from the corners of his heart, reminding him of his worth and value- after all he was nothing but a boy who was just lovesick.

"I love you, Joong." her words echoed within the cold corridors of his heart, filling them with her warmth as he nodded, humming in approval, sniffing quietly, trying not to breakdown at the feeling of her fingers tracing his arm, both laying in the dark, in the cold, in the silence of the night. Knowing that tomorrow they will be mere strangers, one leaving the room before the other, only to meet whenever he is able to slip away from work, sneaking away from the prying eyes, trying to hold onto whatever form of personal life and relationships he still had the blessing of calling his own, of calling her his own, because no matter what Kim Hongjong went through, the self-doubts, the isolation, the pressure, the anxiety and stress, he was sure of one thing- that at the end of the day when the world chose only to see him as the celebrity he was, she saw him for who he was, for who he could be without feeling the pressure suffocate him, pulling him back to the surface and into her arms.

"I love you."

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @marsvillee @the-cereal-simp @mlysalt @spooo00oky

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diomaster69 · 6 months

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Jotaro Kujo (Part 3) x Reader

Dating Jotaro Kujo would include:

- Boy I don’t even know how the hell you got him to fall for you. You probably didn’t bother him like his fangirls and just talked to him like a normal human being. I feel that’s all he wants

- It might take him a while to actually start liking you, he’ll slowly start falling though as he realizes you’re a pretty cool and chill person

- Chillin with him while he smokes whether you join him or not

- If you don’t like the smell of smoke (like me and my lungs fr) then he won’t smoke in front of you, though that doesn’t mean he might have the scent of cigarettes on him

- We established he’s a tsundere, he loves you a lot just doesn’t know how to show it straight up, especially in the beginning

- If you ask him out he’d accept, probably acting like he doesn’t care and pulls his hat down to hide his face and smile

- If he asks you out he’d keep it very straightforward, short, and simple. It’s just “Let’s go on a date.” And you BETTER accept, do not break this big guy’s heart :(

- The first date would also be simple, maybe a small picnic in the park or going out for food

- I feel a lot of the dates wouldn’t include a ton of talking, and if there is talking then you’d be doing a good amount of it. Jotaro comes off as the type of guy who enjoys just being in your presence

- So basically his love language is quality time

- He’ll give you small gifts like seashells and jewelry or have Star Platinum get things for you if you wanted

- As your relationship progresses his gifts will get bigger. Such as giant ocean animal plushies

- More dates like going to an arcade so he can win you prizes effortlessly and impress you

- There will be aquarium dates, might be the place where you first kiss. Picture it, standing under a tunnel of fish swimming all around you and he pulls you in for a kiss

- Will beat people up for you, no questions asked

- You got a girl from school picking on you? Don’t worry, his fists are rated E for everyone. Equal rights equal fights

- Will not let his fan girls bother you, like they will never even get close to you (don’t ask how)

- Listening to music together whether it’s blasting in his room, on the car while you guys watch the stars, or sharing ear buds

- Even though he holds up his bad boy personality around everyone including his mom, he has his moments where he just melts with you

- Please hold his face once in a while, he’ll love it

- Very minimal PDA, closest you get is you and him wrapping your pinky fingers (if his giant hands let him)

- His mom would love you so much oh my god, sweetest woman alive

- She’d invite you to come over so often and loves that someone got Jotaro to settle down with

- Jotaro’s friends would be so surprised if they found out he was dating someone, Kakyoin wouldn’t be as surprised but Polnareff? Polnareff would be so lost as to how Jotaro got a girlfriend before him

- Forehead kisses, he has to bend down all the time to kiss yours

- Probably has back problems because of you

- Despite his fists being brutally scarred and coarse, he’s so gentle whenever he touches you in any way. I feel his hugs are the best and he’ll try to be careful when you hold hands

- Will carry you

- Let’s you wear his hats and clothes (but not for too long cause he wants them back)

- If you ever go on any transport, plane, boat, train, you name it, he will let you rest on him. Just don’t bring Joseph, it’ll give Jotaro PTSD

- Carefully caresses your face and admires every part of it, even plays with your hair

- If you can see Star Platinum he would love you so much, they say that Stands are a reflection of one’s soul. So basically Star will be very excited to be out and to see you

- Jotaro will smile with you a lot more than others

- He’s not the best at communication but once you get to know him it’s very easy to tell how he’s feeling

There’s probably more stuff but that’s all I got for this one. I am currently going through a JJBA brain rot please let me know if you have any requests!

#jjba #jjba part 3 #Jotaro #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #star platinum #stardust crusaders #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jotaro x reader #x reader #jjba x reader

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vipersproperty · 10 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞?

Summary: you dreamt of having her lips on yours, finding the right time and place to confess your love! Oh- but you missed a step out of eagerness…”can I kiss you?” Reactions of Fem!heartslabyul cast.

Featuring the following - residents of Heartslabyul

|| Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia ||

Riddle is stunned!

“Can I kiss you?”

Riddle let’s out a shriek of a scream, her hands quickly push the side of your face for how close you were.

“What!? Are you insane, [Name], did Ace set this up—!”

You laugh softly at her accusations, you would’ve been just as flustered as she is, if it weren’t for her adorable reaction.

She bites her bottom lip when she sees how calm you were about this, you’re serious. You gently lift her wrists off you, holding them between the both of you as you hum for her awaiting answer. She can’t stand the way you’re staring at her, it’s making her even more embarrassed with how heated her body felt.

“A kiss? How forward of you to sweeten me up on this…date, I suppose—“

“So is that a yes?” She flicks your forehead.

You giggle to yourself, apologizing even though you knew it wasn’t hurting anyone. And Riddle would be the fattest liar if she denied this request because of her nervousness. She tried to regain her confidence back but with how you managed to confess a kiss!! —Baffles her.

To call this a date on her part made it worse, you can practically see steam flow from her head and into a mist of hearts. How unusual.

“Just one!” You blinked at how loud she was, her eyes squinting as her head faces the ground.

Surprised by how Riddle shyly pulled at your collar to reach on her tippy toes as she quickly gives you a peck on the lips. It’s quick but you can feel the soft gloss of her chapstick. A smile rose on your lips at how cute the aftermath was. She’s a stuttering mess, perhaps that was her first kiss?

“Did I do it right? Was it too short, do I need practice—! [Name]!!”

Maybe..

Trey is confident!

“Can I kiss you?”

Trey stops poking at her food. A raised brow and a goofy smile on her face that she failed to contain. At first she planned to pretend to not hear you, but the way you stared up at her with a desperate glance made butterflies in her stomach.

“Where did all of this come from?”

“Nothing crazy…would it be if I told you I always wanted to kiss you?”

She folds her fingers together through her knuckles, resting her chin on them as she gives you a soothing hum as result in thinking.

“I wouldn’t say crazy. Is there anything else you’d want from me?” Your plan to stare confidently into her eyes didn’t work out, leaving you wandering to the table and food in front of you out of intimidation. You don’t want her to think your selfish, this was your first step into confessing and you’re blowing it off!

“No! Uh, no. Just…that..?” You’re not even sure yourself, way to go.

Trey laughs at your failed attempt in seducing her, although she admires your boldness. You weren’t expecting the tables to be turned this quickly, picturing Trey to be the one all flustered and red yet here you are. Taking her place. Trey calls for your name, making you perk your head up to see her finger motion for you to come closer.

A excited gasp leaves your lip before you can register, too busy scooting your way towards her.

She stops you by placing her hands on your cheeks, making your lips slightly pucker and pausing your excitement. It’s gentle yet loving, her head tilted to give a kiss wanting more. She separates leaving you with a whine until she placed one more on your forehead. Her smile showing all teeth made hearts float around you.

“Don’t get too greedy now.”

Cater is playful!

“Can I kiss you?”

Cater’s eyes flickers towards you from her mirror, eyeing you up and down as you grow nervous the longer she gazed. You sat on her bed all stiff and sweaty now that you’ve broken that out. Praying that you made the right decision.

“What’s that cutie? Did you say something?”

Your mouth went dry. She didn’t hear you!? To get out of this embarrassing mess you trip over your words to make up the request. Her attention was on you now, the makeup on the table forgotten as she creeps closer to further role you up. You’re not even sure if you understand how her voice carried a jokingly tone. Too caught up in your slip up to notice how close she is.

“Can you repeat it, if you ask nicely that is.” You swore she’s making fun of you at this point, but her puppy eyes leaves you stuttering the truth once more.

“Can I kiss you—!…please..?”

A small laugh erupts from her perfect lips, she’s inching towards you in a second to catch you off guard. Laying flat on the bed as she leaves kisses down from your lips to cheeks, her legs straddling your hips. Your hands shake; daring not to place them on her hips.

“Mwah! Look at you, you’re so cute..” She squeals at you after retreating, grabbing her phone to take a picture at your flustered face.

“Hey! Don’t send those to anyone!”

Cater places a finger on your forehead to push you gently back down. A grin creases her cheeks as she places the phone to your direction. Lipstick marks are painted from your lips to cheeks. A part of you can’t help but feel shy yet happy that your crush reciprocated her feelings back.

“Can you send me that?”

Ace is suspicious

“Can I kiss you?”

Ace stops herself from further stuffing her face with the homemade cookies you guys just made. Well more like you made. But she quickly swallows her snack to respond loudly.

“Are we starting truth and dare already? What’s going on, are there camera hiding!”

She’s agitated now, looking around the kitchen with furious whips of her head to look bottom to top. You sigh helplessly for this woman. Ace frowns yet twitches a smirk, crossing her arms in a now defensive stance.

“Oh I see what this is…sure! I’ll do it, I’m not wussing out on this.” You aren’t sure if that’s some sort of cover up.

Shrugging, you got the call to do what you started. Closing your eyes and leaning close to Ace who you can particularly hear squealing through her shut lips. She stops you by grabbing your shoulders to a halt, now going on a nervous rant on how she needs to get ready.

“It can be quick.”

“No! I mean..no, I can handle a normal kiss, I’ve kissed my ex before you know!”

There’s a glint of satisfaction in your eyes in seeing her excited yet timid, it’s not like Ace to act this way. You reassure her by taking her hand and rubbing it gently in yours, bringing it to your cheeks so you can tell her to take her time.

A sigh of relief, Ace recalls her experience then leans forward. Her kiss is sweet and long. She doesn’t pull until you tap at her shoulders. A hand over her mouth as she finds her voice.

“Can we do it again?”

Deuce is ready!

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

You stare at Deuce who’s gnawing at her bottom lip with a determined look. Her face is serious yet it was hard to take her serious, not when she pulls out a neatly and surprisingly not crumbled envelope from her pocket. She’s also shocked from her sudden answer now that she slowly comes to terms of your halfway confession.

“I’ve been waiting for months to give you this, [Name]. I’m glad you feel the same.”

Holy moly she’s cute. You can feel your own heart bursting as you take the envelope from her hands, it smells like her perfume. It feels like some sort of movie, throwing yourself on her to embrace in a hug. A hug that had friendship and love, so much that it came to a point of comfort.

Within each others arms, you both slightly pull away to gaze at one another’s cheeky grin. Deuce was the first to capture your lips, taking your breath by how bold and eager for someone who’s never kissed before.

There wasn’t a need for words, not when both of your actions and hers speak louder, showing love you wish would never end.

In the moment you brace yourself for another hug, burying your face in her hoodie and neck. Her skin was so warm and so was the kiss, you didn’t even look back to see Deuce holding onto you so tightly.

Until you heard sniffles and a wet patch on your shoulder.

“Deuce, are you crying?”

You can hear her rapidly rubbing her eyes with her sleeves.

“No!”

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader

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