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caotictimmy · 10 months ago

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if you're doing mouthwashing can i have daisuke x reader hcs plz... just pretend the tulpar never crashed i want him to be happy hjdkjkdsjg

OMG ANON…you get me. Daisuke has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Ok so here are how the headcanons are gonna go. Pre dating/confession. Dating and NSFW. I had another anon ask me to do NSFW head canons with daisuke. So why not kill two birds with one stone. The regular head canon r gonna be Gn. But the NSFW are gonna have some AFAB stuff. Still can kinda be read as Gn.

Crushing - Confession

- I believe Daisuke crushing on you would be a very, you fell first, but he fell harder kinda thing.

- I think that because Daisuke can be well.. a bit dense (still love him though). That he’s not really gonna pick up on any hints or flirting. So you kinda of have to wait till he realizes he likes you.

- When he does realize he likes you is probably when you were sticking up for him against Swansea(I love you Swansea but you still were mean to Daisuke🙁).

- It’s gonna be easy to tell when he likes you. This man is gonna be so obvious😭🙏

- We all know he’s eager to please right? He’s doing this with you 2 times more. Always asking if you needed anything, he’d be right on it.

-Little things to. I’m talking some laying his shirt over a puddle for you to step on. I feel like he tries to woe you with these gestures.(and it works)

- Daisuke loves listening to your voice. No matter how your voice sounds. He’ll go out of his ways to find you to ramble on about something. He thinks you look and sound cute rambling. o(^w^)o

- Also I think he just likes looking at you. There have been MANY times where Swansea has smacked Daisuke in the back of the head, cause he got sidetrack staring at you with this very lovesick grin. Staring like you personally hung the stars for him.

- Daisuke would be a bit too nervous to think of confessing first. So Swansea would definitely be pushing him to confess. He’s tired of seeing you two ogling at each other and doing nothing about it😒.

- Our sly little man some how convinced Curly to make a cake for him to give you. (I swear on my life curly is a die hard romantic but I’m saving that for when I do headcanons on him later)

- I feel like Daisuke would sneak in your room. Waiting for you to enter. When you do he lifts up the cake in his hands, “ Imadeyouthiscakewillyoudateme” He rambled out. Being scared you would say no.

- But when you say yes. I’m not kidding he shouted “WHOO HOO!!!”. It was very funny. Daisuke would quickly put the cake down and rush to hug you,

Dating

- I feel like the affection he likes to receive is words of affection and physical contact. And for what he usually gives. Acts of service and physical affection. Let me explain

-(Daisuke receiving) It’s a bit obvious that Daisuke probably hasn’t gotten a lot of praise in his life. So I believe that he absolutely melts when you give him these encouraging words. It can range from a lot. From a small, “good job” to a “I love you so much, no matter what.”. It makes him so happy like you don’t even understand.

-(Daisuke receiving) Idk it’s just a an itch in my brain telling me. I think he likes all kinds of physical affection. From holding his pinky, to wrapping you arms and legs around him cuddling. If it insures some sort of touching he’s down. I also think he like resting his head on either your thighs, or chest. Resting his eyes. PLEASE scratch his head or tangle your fingers through his hair. He loves it so much. Like it calms him down so much.

-(Daisuke giving) You can’t tell me this man isn’t at least a bit clingy. Not in a “if you talk to someone else I’ll kill them” type of way but a “ you make me feel safe and secure” kind of way. Does that make sense? Anyways, he loves flopping onto you when he sees you laying down. Like I’m talking full rag doll flop. I fully believe he brought a stuff animal on the ship. So he fully treats you like a stuff animal. Quick random switch. I don’t think he likes being the small spoon. Only because I feel like he needs to sleep holding something. I don’t think he would mind being big spoon. But overall he prefers you two facing each other.

-(Daisuke giving) We all know he has a knack for trying to be as helpful as he can. We can see that when he tried to fix the vent! To trying to crawl up it to save Anya… guys I can’t do this anymore. ANYWAYS. This man does not want you to lift a FINGER. He is so head over heels inlove with you. He’ll do anything for you. He’ll ask him to bring you a star and he’d ask which one. LIKE HE LOVES YOU SM AND JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU HAPPY.

- He loves kissing. Receiving and giving. From a simple peck, to kissing your face all over. He just loves it so much. He finds it so romantic. Listen hear me out. Non sexual neck kissing. He could be waking up before you(highly unlikely). Softly kissing your neck to wake you up. Just soft and sweet.

- Late night talks are a must with him. It could be about anything really. From what plot twist you guys thought would happen on the shitty soap opera you guys were watching. What ifs, what your guys future would look like, what you guys would be if you were animals. The topics you guys talk about are far and wide. But he enjoys the comfort of being by you.

- You can’t tell me this man isn’t a big back. Daisuke definitely brought a bunch of snacks with him. So he will happily share with you. He is a very giving person. But also expect to get your food stolen sometimes.. make sure you get extra food in your plate to give him the rest. He would appreciate it a lot!!!!!:3

- He also really loves spending anytime he can with you. Especially if it involves games. Let me tell you. YOU DO NOT WANNA PLAY DRESS TO IMPRESS WITH THIS MAN. He would cook you so hard in the game it’s not even funny. He’s literally in the top 10 players in dress to impress.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Praise kink. YOU GUYS CANT TELL ME I’M WRONG. You guys could water board me. Scream at me that I’m wrong. Every time you praise him when y’all are getting freaky. Busting. Like it gets him going SO HARD (pun intended) Like omg… Especially if you praise his efforts/ how good he’s doing. Pray that you’ll be able to walk after.

- This man is LOUD…… grunting, whimpering, moaning, panting. Any noise you can think of hes made it. Like he doesn’t even think of suppressing his noises. He also doesn’t want you to either! He loves hearing you. He thinks the louder you are = the better he’s doing. So please don’t suppress your noises he’ll get so sad:(. But back to the topic. This man needs something to muffle him. Wether that be kissing you, or lightly nibbling your neck. When he starts to get to loud you need to find a way to shut him up.

-Speaking of loud Swansea has definitely caught you guys once’s. Y’all were a bit to loud and he was wonder what was going on and… Let’s just say he wasn’t able to look at you guys for a bit. But after he gave Daisuke a fist bump. Man to man🗣️🗣️🗣️

- Daisuke is willing to try almost everything. I full heartedly believe this man is a virgin. The furthest he’s ever gone is making out. So he’s eager to learn! He was a bit nervous your guys first time. But after a bit that nervousness dissolved into eagerness! I don’t think he’d be into hurting you badly. And I don’t think he likes pain that much either. But I think he would like his hair being pulled. Or maybe you lightly scratching his back.

- I think he would be open to having sex not just in your rooms. Either in random room barely used. Or a couple of times on the couch when everyone was in their sleeping quarters. Thankfully you guys weren’t caught!!! But Curly was wondering what that clear sticky substances was on the couch…

-(AFAB) Munch no question asked. LISTEN WHEN I SAW HE WANTED AN EXTRA PACK OF SWEETENER I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BIG BACK MUNCH BEHAVIOR. Also because this man loves to please. DO YALL SEE ME VISION. This man who’ll slurp it up like no tomorrow. His favorite made is your pleasure is his pleasure. But omg like he gets so into eating you out it’s not even funny… You have to pry his face away from your core. And he looks so hot. His hair a mess. His eyes dazed but still has that love in them. And your juice all over his face like…

- He doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes way too many. And when you asked him what position he liked the most, he only responded with, “how can I pick a favorite when there all so good, and what about the ones we haven’t tried yet!” Safe to say you guys went to go try some more positions 😜

- I know I’ve been doing really freaky headcanons but I think Daisuke loves soft sex and morning sexy to. Maybe the morning after a bad day HES still feeling bad. You both are still groggy but you have time before you have to get up. Hell sink himself into. Before thrusting as his arms are wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck, as he trailed kisses all along it. Just because he can be a freak doesn’t mean he can’t be really soft either.

- Daisuke loves cock warming. Try. Try to prove me wrong. He loves cuddling. He loves being as close to you as possible. What’s better than combining the two! But after a bit he does get a bit impatient and starts to subtly thrust. He really is trying to not to be you feel to good!

Authors note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED THIS WHEN I GOT HOME AND FELL ASLEEP MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THIS. Again sorry for request being slow I’m trying my best😭🙏

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targaryenluvs · 2 years ago

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OH BABY!

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader, young!naive!tribute reader

summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) smut, FILTH THIS MAN IS DOWNBAD, possessive, corruption, pervy finnick, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist? degradation, oral (m & f), p in v, overstimulation, praise, mirror kink? spanking 👀 rough sex? tummy bulge, my first time writing smut be kind 😭

word count: 5k - this is literally the longest fic ive written.

a/n: this is what happens at 6am and i can’t sleep, thoughts are thunk -UPDATE HOLY CRAP THERE IS GONNA BE A NEW MOVIW AND BOOKKKSJSNABS

taglist: @coolchick333 @doublesideeye

“and the female tribute for district four, y/n l/n.” your eye involuntarily twitched at your name being called. the people around you, distanced themselves from you as a path was carved to your own hell.

as you walked to the platform you kept your head down. you were actually hopeful that you’d get through this reaping, your last and then never see the inside of the arena. but of course fate was against you. as you stood in front of the people you couldn’t help the silent tears that fled down your face.

your mothers face was tired and drained, she had a feeling you’d get picked. mothers intuition? your father was pissed, his little girl, his sweetheart, being thrown into an arena to die? and worst of all, there wasn’t anything he could do.

you felt alone, as if no one could help you. and as you said goodbye to the life you knew, you could only pray for safety, and a quick death.

as you were escorted to the train you fiddled with your sweater sleeves. pulling them down, rolling them up, just to focus your mind on something. it was chilly, most likely the air conditioning on the train and sometimes you had to hold down your skirt.

finnick couldn’t take his eyes of you once he saw you on the train. you looked so tiny in the chair and he couldn’t help but smile.

he practically had you all to himself.

“y/n?” your head shot up at your name being called and you were met with finnick odair in all his glory. “finnick? finnick odair?” even calling his name you sounded so unsure, so he smiled and nodded.

“i’m your mentor, and i promise to try my best to get you to win.” he sat down in front of you, spreading his legs and you felt your face warm up. he found you adorable, with a cute white sweater and a short black skirt. you had your hair down with the front parts tied up with a bow. his own personal present.

your shy demeanour reminded him of your young age, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. you were looking everywhere but at him and he loved it.

“do… do you think i can win?” god no. the tributes would eat you up alive, but he’d try his best. “i do.” with just two words of encouragement, you smiled at him for the first time.

finnick wanted you to smile at him forever.

“are you hungry?” the rumbling of your stomach answered his question, as you ducked your head in your hands in embarrassment.

he moved your hands aside, tilting your chin up, "it's okay to be hungry sweetheart, come on." he held his hand out for you and he laughed at your hesitance. "i don't bite, not unless you want me to.” the last part of his sentence came out hushed and you averted your eyesight from him.

there were so many foods laid out before you, and it wasn’t as if you were poor, but god, it all looked nice. the eclairs took your attention away as you reached for one, your finger sweeping cream off the top before placing it in your mouth. it was sickeningly sugary but you had a sweet tooth, you retracted your finger with a pop! and you somehow didn’t hear finnicks groan.

how on earth were you not realising how dirty it seemed? and it was there finnick realised how pure you were, “its so good,” you flashed him a toothy grin, “you'll have some won't you finnick?" you offered it up to him with two hands and how could he resist? the two of you spent the rest of your time on the train eating and talking, finnick utilising his time to get to know you.

you’d spent a day getting settled and were now to get ready for your interview.

after being prepped and readied, you were shuffled into your dressing room where analise, damian and sarah awaited. a range of compliments were thrown your way.

“oh isn’t she adorable?”

“i could pinch her cheeks forever!”

“you are precious!”

they were so nice to you and you loved it, but you barely ever learned how to take compliments so you ended up just nodding your head. “she is gorgeous,” you snapped your head up to the doorway and there stood your mentor, in all his glory. his compliment felt heavier than the rest, like he truly meant it, and you looked down at your hands as you fought off the blush threatening to rise on your cheeks.

in an hour you’d been through a whirlwind of makeup, dresses and jewels. orange, blue, black and all, you loved each one but for some reason after the four of them discussed you’d always be taken out of it.

it wasn’t until you were placed in an off the shoulder, floor length, white dress that you remained in it. and as you looked in the mirror you couldn’t help but stare. your hair was pinned up again, and small flowers were placed throughout. you felt like a princess and finnick agreed. you hadn’t even noticed that your stylists were gone until you heard the door shut.

it was just you and finnick.

“you look incredible.” finnick whispered, he was behind you now. his hand had a mind of its own as it placed a stray hair behind your ear. you turned your head his way, “really?” your voice was so soft and doused in disbelief. if he wasn’t next to you he wouldn’t have heard you. his hand trailed along your neck as he placed your hair behind, he nodded. “i have something for you.”

he pulled out a small seashell, and your eyes lit up, “oh finnick.” you sighed as he placed it in your hands. “it reminded me of you, small, gorgeous.” you looked up at him with doe eyes and he felt like grabbing you and taking you away.

you were breathtaking and you looked at him as if he was god.

“thank you finn, do you mind maybe putting it in my hair?” he took the trinket and placed it above your ear, entangling in with your hair. your heels were on but untied so finnick got onto his knees before patting his knee. he grabbed the straps before tieing them. his fingertips worked quickly and his face was concentrated. he was done and he looked up at you before turning you to the mirror.

finnicks hands were on your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “all done, you look perfect sweetheart.” you turned before reaching up on your tiptoes, “thank you finnick!” you kissed him on his nose before turning back and finnick grinned, “aren’t you cute?” he stood behind you, attached like a shadow. your skin felt soft underneath his fingertips and he couldn’t help but wander. down your arms, to your waist, he could feel you tensing up underneath him and he could feel his face trying to fight off his smirk.

“finnick?” you breathed out, “what’re you doing?” your voice was small, and unsure. “tell me to stop.” you should. you should tell him to stop. but all you could think about was finnicks hands and how good they felt.

“it’s time!” damian shouted out as you peeled away from finnick to open the door. damian was all too happy to see you as he clapped his hands together. “ah, my special girl you are truly an angel.” finnick knew that. finnick has already said that. finnick had you in his arms and oh so close and this idiot took you away. his sweet girl.

finnick was wondering where his trident was so that he could impale him through the stomach.

“come on y/n.” he ushered you out the door but you managed to slip another look at finnick and all you saw was pure rage.

the interview went well, in your eyes at least.

caesar was as upbeat as usual and it did mostly centre around your dress and looks but you felt you could try your best to use it to your advantage.

the audience was enamoured and you felt you did your best. “and y/n, tell us, what’s your secret strategy for the games? any tricks up your sleeve?” you patted his knee before pointing at him jokingly, “well caesar, it wouldn’t be a secret if i divulged now would it?” everyone loved your answer and caesar doubled over, “aren’t you cheeky! isn’t our diamond here so playful? but a sweetheart nonetheless!” the crowd agreed loudly.

“now, since you came out i think we’ve all been wondering where that seashell came from. it doesn’t exactly match the theme of your outfit.” you could hear the murmurs from the crowd agreeing with his words.

“am i right in suspecting a certain blonde mentor of yours?” you pursed your lips and a giggle began to form as caesar pumped his fist in the air, “i think we got it! can we expect the two of you together once you win?” you’d never even had a boyfriend and here you were being put together with the finnick odair, you were sure everyone could tell how giddy you were.

you felt as if you had a million eyes on you, your whole body was heating up as you buried your head in your hands. “ah we caught her out! someone’s got a crush! but then again it’s finnick odair so don’t we all?” a bunch of cheers erupted as you beamed.

“well it was a wonderful to meet you, truly! our diamond here, y/n l/n!” screams and shouts directed your way came in full force as you waved at caesar and blew kisses to all. as you walked back you bumped into someone.

“y/n right?” the boy from three, theo.

you nodded and stuck your hand out, “nice to meet you!” he looked down at your hand and back up at you before laughing, “very formal, i like it. i’m theo, your dress is nice but i think the girl wearing it is breathtaking.” you giggled before tucking your hair behind your ear.

finnick stood with the other mentors and held himself back from shoving haymitch out the way to get him to stop rambling on. his grip on his glass was solid, so it wasn’t a surprise when it shattered. “oh my!” effie yelled out as finnick apologised before someone came to clean it up. he stepped around the person before excusing himself to get to you.

you were laughing, hard. what in panem was so funny?

you were wiping tears away from your eyes as finnick joined the two of you, his hand on your back as theo nodded at him, “finnick.” he hated him. why the hell did theo speak as if he knew him personally? his smug face was unbelievably irritating. “finnick! how’d i do?” and the second you spoke he felt the anger dissipate, he adored the way you waited for his response as if it held all the answers.

“you did well.” finnicks answer felt snippy and made you feel as if you’d done something wrong. “we should get going.” he directed you away from the boy as you shouted out, “i’ll see you around!”

the entire elevator ride was, to put it lightly, awkward. it left you feeling confined in what little space you and finnick had. “finn? are you okay?” you placed your hand on his arm and stood in-front of him. you were hoping he’d explain what was wrong but what you didn’t expect was to be pushed against the side of the elevator and finnick kissing you. his hand was on your waist again and he shuffled your dress up, slithering underneath.

you moaned in his mouth, his hands playing and gripping at your ass. in reaction, your fingers thread through his hair and your grip tightened, “finn- not here.” the elevator was glass and you were scared of people seeing. finnick found it hard to care, drunk off your perfume. in a panic, you pulled away from him, your hands cradling his face to make him listen. “i’ve… never,” the whisper hung over the both of you, the tension in the air thick and hot.

instead of being met with judgment, he murmured, “i’ll make it good for you, i promise.” finnick had finally gotten a taste, and he could only crave more. his lips met your neck, his warm tongue painting wet desire into your skin. it was almost too much for little old you, letting out quiet whimpers as he explored you. his sleeves were rolled and you needed to ground yourself, your nails dug into his veiny arms. “finn-” you protested but he could tell you didn’t want to. just a little longer and he could get you to give in. “just let me feel you.”

the elevator stopping brought the two of you back as you fixed your dress and finnick fixed his own hair, running his hands through it. he directed you out of the elevator and nodded in acknowledgment to the people entering. as you walked onto your floor you were met with servants, stylists and others. it seems damian and analise had taken it upon themselves to invite some friends and you were eager to meet them.

whereas finnick wanted to rip your dress off and take you till the morning.

the same dainty hands which were running all over him were shaking others and waving as you all sat down to eat. as everyone feasted away you couldn’t help but play with your own meal. you were flushed and all you wanted was to kiss finnick again. he was sitting next to you and wasn’t hungry for food, he wanted to eat something else.

your dress didn’t hide much of your chest and when you reclined in your seat, crossing your arms and pushing up your breasts?

finnick needed to see more.

the clattering of his fork on the floor drew the attention of some, but they went back to their conversations and bets. “i’ll get it for you.” you pushed back your seat and got down to your knees, flicking up the tables sheet and searched around for it before hitting cold metal. you reached your hand out with the fork to finnick. his cock was throbbing at the image of you on the floor, chest on display and a sweet smile on your face. he bent down and grinned, “you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

his words went straight down between your legs and your mouth fell open at his words.

such vulgar words from such a beautiful man.

his hand came down to close your jaw. you felt, weird. as you sat back on your chair you felt warm? but a good warm? it was tantalising. you wondered if it was normal.

finnick would tell you right?

“finnick.” his head turned your way, “what is it y/n?” you leaned closer and so did he, your hands cupped around his ear, “i feel weird.” his eyebrows shot up as a sign of interest, “oh? what’s wrong honey? where do you feel weird?” you gulped, your throat felt dry and for some reason it felt dirty to talk about.

your eyes drifted downwards and as you looked up finnicks eyes seemed darker. “here?” his touch was soft on your thigh underneath the table as you gasped.

“everything all right dear?” sarah questioned as you nodded. it felt so good, his touch. but it wasn’t exactly where needed, his hand trailed closer and higher, until it was gone. your head snapped up at him as he smirked at you, mocking you.

for the rest of the night he didn’t even pay attention to you. and you had no clue why.

you couldn’t sleep after the day you had and all your mind was thinking of was finnick. finnicks hands, his arms, his mouth, his words.

“i don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

“yes, here.”

“i’ll make it so good for you.”

“just let me feel you.”

“you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

your room was too quiet, making it unchallenging for your thoughts to run wild at the anticipation of finnick odair. you couldn’t bear it, so you left to the busiest room you could think of.

your leg was shaking up and down and your mind was pacing whilst your body couldn’t. the butterflies were practically knocking around in your stomach and you hoped perhaps finnick could help. he’d help you right? but he didn’t before. maybe he was just tired? you were so desperate for help and answers that you’d forgone knocking and walked right in.

only to be met with an extremely wet finnick odair.

by your luck your eyes were probably poking out of your head at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but stare. it was your first time being in the same room as a man so, naked? for the lack of a better word, he still had a very short towel wrapped around his bottom half. was it small? or did he make it look small?

“see something you like sweetie?” god his voice was so saccharine, how the hell did his voice work you up? “i- i wanted to t-talk.” and you were stuttering, great! he walked closer to you and you stepped back, all the way into his wall. “yeah? does my pretty girl wanna talk?” you nodded along dumbly as your breath quickened. “words sweetie, use your words.” you swallowed, “yes.”

his thumb caressed your cheek before brushing along your lips, “you sure you just want to talk?” and there they were, the butterflies. you shook your head, “no? what do you want?” you played with your night dress, “you?” it was a soft murmur and finnick wanted you to beg. he’d been pining after you since the second he saw you, it’s only fair right?

“where do you want me?” his words were hot in your ear, his body was wet and your white night dress was suddenly see through. his hand rested on your ass, “here?” you shook your head, “no?” his thumb brushed over your nipple as your nails pressed into his neck, pulling him into yours. your breath was heavy and he was unrelenting.

his hand moved from your ass to cup your front as you gasped, “here?” you nodding along dumbly, “please finnick, i’ve been wanting you for the whole day, i’ll be good for you i promise.” your words were music to his ears, “yeah? you’re gonna be good f’me?”

“yes, yes, yes.” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck. standing on your tiptoes as you bit your lip. “you gonna let me use you yeah? do whatever i want?” you were practically jumping up and down at this point, your tits with you. your straps were pushed down as your dress fell down to the floor. his cock was throbbing at the sight of you, he’d been waiting for this.

“then on your knees honey.” you were quick to obey as he pushed you down to the cold floor, his towel quickly ripped off, courtesy of you.

it was your first time doing anything sexual so any cock was bound to be big in your eyes. finnick loved the sight of you on your knees, innocent as ever. fully nude, hands slotted nicely between your thighs. he wanted to ruin you. he ran his hand along his dick, pumping it before resting the tip on your lips.

as if you were on auto-control, your lips parted to let him through. a salty taste flooded through your mouth as he cooed down at you.

“you’re doing so well for me.”

“pretty baby on her knees, who knew you’d be such a slut?”

your eyes flickered up at him as you moved your head forwards on your own accord. “fuck.” he groaned as you replaced his hands with yours.

he wanted to go easy on you.

but kitten licks at the tip and soft kisses weren’t doing it for him. you opened your mouth again, gaining confidence and feeding off of finnicks praises. his large hand placed on the back of your head, fingers spread out as he thrusted down your throat.

the sounds that filled his room were lewd. squelches and groans as you tried your best to keep going. your cheeks hollowed out as finnick guided you, “relax your throat, try breathe through your nose. if it’s too much just tap my thigh sweetie.”

you retracted, catching your breath as you gazed up at him whilst simultaneously blinking away the tears in your eyes but a few fell free. he couldn’t help but moan. your messy mouth mixed with your saliva and his pre-cum. “you think theo’s this big? you think he could make you choke on his dick?” you shook your head immediately.

his member felt cold without the warmth of your mouth, but he was feeling nice so he let you take a break. “too big for you sweetie?” you shook your head furiously, “naw is my baby tough?” you giggled as you wrapped your lips around him again, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick as he eased himself in. “ah- fuck.”

but he can only hold out for so long as he began to fasten his pace, chasing his high. your fingers dug into his thighs right under his ass, for some reason you seemed to have something to prove as you took him all the way. your moans egged him on as his hips thrust forwards, “so good f’me, my s-sweet girl.” his praises fueled you on as your nose met his naval. salty tears fell down your cheeks and finnick was in his right mind to lick them all up.

god you were better than he’d imagined. and trust him, he’d imagined a lot.

“swallow for me yeah? be a good girl and open wide.” thick cum coated your tongue as you gladly accepted. finnick proudly gazed upon your painted face. watery eyes, sticky face. all for him. you gulped it down before wiping off the remaining waste on your face, eyeing finnick up before licking it off your fingers.

“what happened to the diamond? only a whore for me right?” your fingers were wet as you pulled them out. “uh-huh.” your agreed as he pulled you up. “do you even know what that means?” he teased as you puckered your lips before shaking your head. “thought so, you wanna be good for me?” you nodded, “on the bed baby.”

you sat down on the bed as you waited for finnick to join you. he situated himself between your legs, running his hands along them. “lean back for me. you took me so well, you want me to make you feel good too?” your eyes widened at the idea, “yes please finn.” his hands reached up and rested under your breasts, “i don’t know if you’ve earned it honey.” your lips twisted into a slight frown, your waterline glazing over.

“i was! i did what you asked finn, please.”

he palmed your breast, massaging it softly as you threw your head back, “please. please keep going.” your begging was more than enough for him, his baby asked so nicely no?

“yeah? you like me playing with you?” incoherent babbles fell from your lips as finnicks mouth kissed your breast. his hand trailed down to feel you, and he was met with warm wetness. the moan you let out was ungodly, “finnick please! oh god it feels so- so good.” he couldn’t help admire you, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the pristine white sheets.

“oh baby, can you be quiet for me? quiet for finn?” a string of ‘uh-huhs’ came from your mouth as finnick slid a finger into you, a tight fit. “oh my god!” you yelped before slamming your hand over your mouth. he was knuckle deep as he worked his finger in before curling it, then another, then another. his free hand was pushing your hips down into the mattress as your hips lifted upwards with every move he made.

“finnick, finnick. you feel so good.” you cried out as he retracted his fingers before curling them upwards. he knew exactly what to do, where to be, what to say. his name fell from your lips like a prayer and your nails raked down his back as he grunted.

now, finnicks fingers were one thing, but his mouth?

his tongue pressed against your clit and you swear you saw god, finnick was probably the god. his tongue flicked over your clit as his fingers entered your cunt again, the pressure in your stomach was building so high you were afraid of the fall.

a wave of pleasure fell over you as finnick talked you through it, “that’s it baby, let go.” he hovered over you as his fingers worked your cunt. your nails had bloodied his back, scratched raw. as you moved your fingers finnick hissed into your ear. “m’ sorry, m’ so so sorry.” your head was spinning and you wanted to rest, but apparently finnick had other ideas as he lowered himself to your core. your mind was hazy as your hand clutched the pillow your head laid on, the other twisted in his hair.

“what’re you doing?” finnicks green eyes pierced through you as he raised his head from in between your thighs. featherlight kisses trailed upwards to your pussy as your thighs twitched and closed around his head, still sensitive as ever. “just want a taste, clean you up.” he mumbled as he tongue breached your entrance and you were back where you were before.

this man was driven youd give him that.

“finn s’ too much, please.” your words were slurred as he delved inside. he couldn’t find it in himself to let up, you were so sweet, he just wanted a taste. so he kept going, his tongue, his hands, his words. if there was one thing you knew about finnick it was that he could talk anyone into anything. so you found yourself squirming underneath his strong arms, forearm pinning you down to the bed as he made your back arch and your toes curl.

“sweet baby, so sweet.” all attempts of getting away, only caused him to get annoyed with you, can’t you just lay down and let him ruin you? at this point it was for his pleasure rather than yours. your thighs were practically squeezing his head and neck but he kept going. you didn’t know where to put your hands, pulling his hair was no good. your hand somehow ended up on your clit, moving in a circular motion as the other palmed your breast.

each time he made you come you rested your head, energy depleted. but again he ended up between your legs and pathetic pleas from you did nothing to make him stop.

“wanna make you feel good.”

“just one more, you can take it sweetheart.”

when your fourth rolled around you were so far gone. “pretty baby, not a single thought up there huh?” you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, and he didn’t expect you to. he brushed away the stray hairs from your face and kissed you passionately. “you did so well f’me honey. made me proud, you got one more in you for me?” it wasn’t a question, his dick was painfully hard and he only knew of one solution.

you tiredly shook your head, “no more finny.” he grinned, “no? you don’t want my cock?” your breath hitched at his words and you knew you were fucked. “mhm. want it.” you were reduced to one to two words in a sentence.

“yeah you do. on your knees baby.” you tiredly rolled over, situating yourself on your knees and the palms of your hands as finnick kneaded your ass. his hands grazed over the skin before-

smack!

“think you should be able to see yourself baby.” his hand yanked at your hair as you found your reflection glaring back at you. “so pretty, aren’t you?” finnick knew you were horrible at accepting compliments and he was more than happy to use it against you.

smack!

you’d taken too long to answer, but based on finnicks smug expression you could tell he was hoping for it. “you have to answer baby.” finnicks arm came across your waist, pulling you up, flush with his chest as his hands pawed at your chest.

“you wanna be my baby yeah?” you could only manage moans and finnick was not happy. he threw you forwards as you caught yourself with your hands infront of you.

smack!

“fucked you so good you can’t even talk.” he taunted you as he dragged his cock in between your drenched folds. finnicks groans were deep, and so hot. “you know how long i wanted to fuck you baby? in that short skirt on the train? when you licked up that cream? my girls dirty huh?” you didn’t respond and it only fuelled his fire, he’d wanted you for so long and now you had the audacity to ignore him?

he thrusted into you without warning and you screamed out. “want to act like a slut? i’ll treat you like one. fuck!” your walls were squeezing down on him, sucking him in and he was more than happy to oblige. his hips snapped against your ass as you gripped onto the sheets for dear life. his grip on your hips bruised, leaving a fiery impression in their wake. finnick had stamina for days, he was strong and built. you were small and fragile, finnick was glad to be the one to break you in.

he pulled you up to him again as he kissed you frantically, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. he was relentless in his pursuit for his high, he marked up any place he could as he continued to drive into you with determination.

“bet you dreamed of this, of me.” his hand gripped your throat, his eyes bore into your own, finnick was inescapable. every touch, every thrust, all him. you were enveloped in his being and he worshipped yours. finnick continued to pound into you harshly, cock gliding easily against your inner walls. he was deep inside but he wanted to be deeper. “yes! yes! harder!” you cried out.

his hand pressed down onto your stomach, “feel that?” his breath was prominent by your ear, “oh god!” you exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you. thick, hot cum released into you as his and your moans were raising in pitch and his hips began to stutter.

the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, the promise of silence forgotten. “let go baby, you’re close. let go.” the two of you had eachother and it was more than enough. his groans were deep and animalistic as he spilled himself inside you. your hand reached behind you to caress his neck. thank yous spilled out from you, your whole being was ignited, you never knew you could feel so good.

the two of you lied together, entangled in sheets and a mess of limbs. you couldn’t tell where finnick odair began and y/n l/n started. all you knew was that he was yours, and you were his.

you’d fallen asleep a bit ago, your chest rising and falling steadily. finnicks arm curled around you as you rested on his chest. from the moonlight spilling into his room he could view the bruises tattering your smooth skin. as he traced over them he couldn’t help but grin, he could imagine you limping in the arena.

you sure as hell weren’t forgetting him anytime soon.

#dark!finnick odair x fem!reader #dark!finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x fem!reader #hunger games x reader #finnick odair x female reader #finnick odair x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair smut #finnick odair x reader

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evilmenarehot · 7 months ago

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Jealousy

Rafe Cameron x Reader (established relationship)

Summary: Reader meets Sofia and isn’t pleased.

*this is my first time writing so don’t be mean😭

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You slam your car door behind you and set fourth to meet Rafe and his boyfriends at the country club bar. Tired from coming straight from working the opening shift at the local coffee shop, you’re hoping you can convince Rafe to go back to tannyhill and just spend a relaxing day with you. Being the nice girlfriend you are however, meant agreeing to meet at the club when he texted you during your shift. Your outfit wasn’t terrible so you skipped stopping at home and here you are. You make your way inside and see the boys all standing around a table on the deck and decide you need a drink before you can handle that much toxic testosterone. You make your way to the bar to and grab the bartender's attention. “Can I get a glass of rose please” she timidly nods and hands me the glass once she’s done pouring. “And what tab name should I put that under?”

Looking her up and down you realized she was probably new, no one had to ask who your tab was under. They knew you were Rafes. You politely smiled back “Rafe, Rafe Cameron,” she looked at you with confusion and protested “um I unfortunately cannot put your drinks under someone else’s tab if they’re not here with you, but If you give me your name I can add it to your club account!” The look you gave her was one of pure disdain. You were simply not in the mood for this today. “I don’t have a member account I’m a guest, a guest of Rafe Cameron, who if you use your eyes you can see is literally right there, on the deck. Right behind us.” You blinked at her waiting for her to get on with it and hopefully let you leave this irking conversation, but no, she continues

“See I understand but since he didn’t accompany you here I have now way of know-“ you turned around and walked away cutting her off mid sentence. You marched towards Rafe who had his back to you, you gripped his wrist promptly ending his conversation with kelce and topper and dragged him to the bar. He looked down at you confused considering he didn’t even know you were there. Once you reach the bar you put on your best fake smile until the girl speaks up while fluttering her eyelashes “oh hi Rafe!” So that’s what this is about. Miss bartender bitch is also a pick me bitch. Got it. You bite your lip while giving this girl a look that could kill and put your hand over Rafe’s chest possessively “sweetie, this lovely new girl… what was your name?”

“Sofia” she answered with a scared look.

“Yes, Sofia, thinks I’m some wandering alcoholic from the street who roams in unaccompanied and tries to add my drinks to strangers tabs, so please for the love of god tell her I’m with you so we can end this wonderful conversation and I can get on with enjoying the rest of my day.” You blink up at him waiting for his response, while he looks at the girl looking like a deer in headlights. You clear your throat and he snaps out of his daze and gives you an evil look. “Yeah actually I have no clue who this girl is, I’ve never see-

You smack his chest simply not having his childish behavior. He sighs and rolls his eyes down at you “Yes yes I unfortunately know this woman.” You smack his chest again “unfortunately?!”

“No sorry, I mean that I get the great pleasure of dating this terrifying woman” he blinks down at you with a stupid smirk, you turn your attention back to Sofia, “are we good now? Is this over?” She gulps and nods her head frantically. “Great, bye Sophie” you grab your drink and while you’re walking away you hear her mutter “it’s Sofia” . You roll your eyes and look up at Rafe who pulls you aside before you reach the table with the boys at it. “Someone’s feisty today” he settles his hands on your hips and looks down at you lovingly. “It was just a shitty day and I can’t put up with people's stupidity anymore.” You take a sip from your glass and rest your free hand on his chest. “I don’t know why you don’t just quit, I told you I can take care of you” you think it over for a second while swirling your wine around. “Yeah but I’m not a gold digger, I don’t have it in me, I would get too bored being a stay at home girlfriend” let’s not forget the fear of him leaving you and you being stuck with nothing! He chuckles at you and gives you a peck to your forehead while moving his hand to the small of your back and ushering you to the table.

“Ayo y/n” topper loudly shouts as you approach.

“What’s up girl?” Kelce asks. Before you get a chance to answer, Rafe steps in for you. “She almost just bit the head off of Sofia the new girl” he laughs along with the boys as you grow annoyed again. “Bro why?” Asks topper. “She kept saying I couldn’t put my drinks on Rafes tab and she also kept batting those slutty eyelashes at him.” You scoff replaying the scene in your head. “Ahh so you're jealous.” Kelce says. You blink at him hoping that he’ll drop dead at any moment. “I will slit your throat Kelce.” You’re really not having this today. The boys all erupt in laughter while Rafe pulls you into his side. You down the rest of your wine and look up at him. “Can we just go back to Tanny? I'm not in a good mood and I was hoping for it just to be us today.” You slightly whisper so that the other two boys wouldn’t hear. Rafe looks at you with a sense of guilt in his eyes seeing as he’s the reason you’re here in the first place. “Yeah, I’m sorry baby let’s go.” He says his goodbye to the boys and you make your way off the deck holding hands while your other hand rests on his bicep. While you’re passing the bar you make sure to catch Sofias eye “Bye Zoey” you say in a sing-song voice. Rafe gives you another smirk while leading you to your car. “You’re kinda a bitch you know that?” He says with nothing but love in his eyes. He hops in your driver's seat since you’re a passenger princess at heart. You click your seatbelt in place and look over at him while he starts up the car. “Yeah I know, but you love me” you’re smiling over at him watching how handsome he looks when he’s putting his arm behind your seat, while looking back to reverse. “Yeah, I really do don't I” he says with a boyish grin. He places his free hand on your thigh and you head off to enjoy the rest of the day in peace with your favorite Cameron boy.

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dannyriccsystem · 4 days ago

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zizi, you're feeding my delusions 😭😭.

i can't see lando as a dad for now but--- him as an uncle. that one uncle the kids love and the reader is the gf and seeing lando with children puts her in suuuuch a baby fever. omg i will die i don't even like little children why am i like that 😭😭😭.

oscar is such a girl dad, i can't.

— 🌱.

MAYBE WE CAN SLEEP IN

LANDO NORRIS X READER

SUMMARY: When Lando Norris finally meets Oscar’s new baby, his girlfriend can’t help but fixate on a potential future together.

WORD COUNT: 986

WARNINGS: Talk of pregnancy, reader gets baby fever, mature ending (no actual smut), Oscar is a dad + Lily’s a mom :)

FEATURING: Lando Norris x Reader

“Congratulations on such a healthy pregnancy, Lily.” You wear a grin as you sit beside the other woman, watching her own tired face lift into a matching smile. You heard the first weeks of parenthood were always rough with sleep, but seeing her now was living proof. But even then, she was glowing. She looked incredibly happy.

She lifted her glass of water, carefully sipping the ice cold beverage. “Thank you,” she replied, eyes darting over to your boyfriends. Oscar was gently cradling a bundle of pink blankets, and within his arms lay a snoozing baby, barely two months old. Lando was hovering, his eyes not daring to leave the child’s chubby face. You followed her gaze, nearly melting at the scene. “I’m just glad everything went smoothly.”

“I bet.” She had looked away finally, but your eyes were still pinned on your boyfriend. You were encapsulated by the look of wonder and awe on his face— A rather boyish expression. You watched as Oscar held his arms out, successfully handing his newborn over to Lando, who immediately softened up. He held her to his chest, hands rubbing smooth circles along her back. He stared down, unable to hold back the grin on his face.

“I can’t believe he managed to convince Osc to give him up,” she joked lightly. “He barely lets his own mum hold her.” You giggle under your breath. You tilt your head. Lando coos softly, one finger poking the baby girl’s nose. You heard her exclaim in a sort of half-laugh half-cry manner, a small hand weakly wrapped around his index finger. “Well, your boyfriend’s a natural.”

“Good to know,” you whisper, finally breaking your staring streak. It was hard to look away from such a heartwarming sight, but the longer you looked the more you felt an unwelcome sensation settle in your stomach.

You wanted that.

You continued to gossip with the new mother, free from her responsibilities for just a moment while visitors happily held her baby in turns. Eventually Oscar came back over with Lando in tow, the child cradled in the younger man’s arms once more. He smiled. “Do you want to hold her, Y/N?”

You were somewhat hesitant. You had never really thought about children before, and while they were cute, you lacked a lot of experience with the really young ones. However, you nodded and got comfortable in your chair before accepting the small bundle of joy. Your hesitation was immediately pushed aside when you looked down to see an adorable, chubby, sleeping face. “She looks more like her mom,” you comment, making the parents of the child occupying your arms laugh.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone says,” Oscar replies with a hint of playful bitterness in his tone.

Lando sat on the love seat beside you, one arm around your shoulder as he looked down at the baby, and then to you. He leaned in, kissing your cheek. “She’s cute, huh?”

“Very.”

When the night officially ended, you had spent the ride home staring out the window as Lando drove, his hand resting casually on your thigh like it always had. You watched the city lights of Monaco race on by. A familiar sight, but still a beautiful one. Lando had picked up your quiet behavior, but wasn’t sure how to comment on it without upsetting you.

He sighed, gently squeezing the muscle on your leg, and then he hummed. “What’s on your mind?”

“Hm?”

“You look lost in thought,” he says despite not looking away from the road. “Something happen?”

“No, just… Thinking,” you shrug, brushing his question off.

He doesn’t pry, and the rest of the car ride is silence. Aside from your music playing over the speakers softly.

You’re subconsciously pacing around the apartment, looking for something to occupy you. Lando’s sat on the couch, leaned back as he watches TV. You study his figure from afar— Sharp jawline, nice nose, tan skin, curly mullet, pretty eyes. He’s muscular, hard-working, and defined. If he had a daughter, she’d be beautiful.

You slowly approach him, climbing onto his lap without any warning. He smiles up at you rather boyishly, his hands finding your hips. “What’s all this about?” He inquires, kissing your cheek in a sneaky manner. You smile, turning away to tease him when he goes for the lips. “Hey!”

“Lando,” you interrupt, grabbing his full attention. He leans back, hands falling to the couch at his sides. You run one hand through his hair, watching him melt like a cat as you carefully scratch his scalp. “Have you ever thought about…” You trail off, unsure of how to word your thoughts.

“About what?” He raises your other hand, kissing your knuckles reassuringly. He doesn’t know what you’re gonna say, but he can see that it’s not something easy.

“Having kids.” The words feel heavy as they leave your mouth. Lando’s quiet, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. In fact, it was so quiet that’s all you could hear. “I mean— Probably not right now, but… Eventually.”

“Of course I do.” You’re surprised at this. “When I saw you today, holding that baby, that’s all I could think about. You’d be a fantastic parent one day, and I hope that I can be a fantastic dad for our child.”

“You will be,” You sniffle, turning your head to wipe the tears threatening to spill. Lando chuckles, gently guiding you back to look at him and then brush them away with his index finger. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m getting so emotional.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he kisses you, and you’re swept away by how gentle and considerate it is. “You know, maybe we should get a head start.” He grabs your thighs firmly, hoisting you up with ease as he stands. You yelp, legs wrapping around his waist and hands on his shoulders. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Weirdo.”

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mrsjjongstby · 30 days ago

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A scenario where husband jay is a total support to his wife who just gave birth... I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD MAKE US CRY😭

Stawppppp thats such a good req! i HAD to write it off as quickly as possible! hope u'll like it!

tw: mentions of pregnancy, skinship, kind of angst, comfort, mentions of blood and giving birth (lmk if there's more!)

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The room is dim and quiet now. The storm of hours-long labor has passed. You’re lying in the hospital bed, exhausted beyond words, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds as nurses gently finish their tasks.

Jay hasn’t left your side. Not even once.

He holds your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. His eyes are red — not just from lack of sleep, but from watching you go through pain he couldn’t take away. Every time you screamed, every tear you shed — he felt it all like it was happening to him.

The nurse walks in, carefully handing you the baby. But your arms are trembling, eyelids too heavy.

“I can’t,” you whisper brokenly, guilt choking you. “I’m too tired... I should hold him, but—”

Jay stops you gently. “No, no, love,” he murmurs, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead. “You’ve done everything. You carried him. You brought him here. That’s the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You burst into tears. Not because you're sad, but because he gets it. He doesn't push you to perform the perfect mother act. He just holds your hand tighter.

Then, Jay picks up your son carefully, like he's holding the universe. And maybe he is.

“Hey, little guy,” he whispers, voice cracking. “You have no idea how strong your mama is. I watched her fight for you. And I promise I’ll fight just as hard for both of you.”

You manage a tired smile, eyes fluttering shut again as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

"Sleep, my love," he whispers. "I’ve got him. I’ve got you."

He sits in the chair beside your bed, baby in his arms, gently rocking.

And that’s how the nurse finds him two hours later — holding your son, watching over both of you with the softest expression, as if he’d protect this little family of his with everything he has.

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It’s your third day home from the hospital.

The house is quiet — too quiet. No visitors, no chaos. Just the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional sleepy coo from your baby resting in the bassinet by the bed.

You’re curled up under a blanket on the bed, still healing, still sore, still figuring out how to be a mom in this new world that shifted overnight. You’ve barely showered. Your hair’s tied up in a lazy bun, your eyes are puffy from crying two hours ago — over nothing and everything.

You hear the gentle creak of the door.

Jay walks in, quietly, like he’s scared to break the air around you. He’s wearing an old hoodie, sleeves pushed up, hair a little messy, holding a tray — warm soup, a glass of water, a folded towel.

“I heated the soup again,” he says softly, placing it beside you. “You didn’t eat much earlier... I added more carrots. You like it that way.”

You look up at him and feel your eyes sting.

You whisper, “I feel like I’m failing. I’m supposed to be stronger. Better. I couldn’t even change his diaper properly this morning—”

Jay kneels beside the bed, eyes locked on yours.

“No,” he says firmly. “You are recovering from literally creating life. You bled, you tore, you fed him from your body. Baby, you are not failing. You’re healing. That is strength.”

You break again. Quiet tears, shaky breaths.

And Jay just pulls you into his arms.

“Let me be strong for both of us right now,” he whispers into your hair. “That’s what we promised, didn’t we? I’ll hold you, while you hold us.”

You stay like that for a while — his hoodie against your cheek, his heartbeat steady against your ear.

Later, he walks around with the baby tucked into his chest in the wrap carrier, whispering lullabies under his breath as he cleans up the dishes and folds laundry with one hand. When you wake up from your nap, the soup’s still warm, your meds are set out, and a small note on the nightstand says:

“You are everything he needs. And everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Rest, angel. I’ve got the world in my arms — and it’s ours.”

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©mrsjjongstby all writing belong to me. do not copy, modify or repost my works.

more of jay x pregnant reader!

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peachyggirl · 1 month ago

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Nic and the reader are doing the milk challenge, but the reader goes far and does a lot in the challenge, and that makes nic upset and jealous even, and the reader has to be punished for it ✨️

♡ gameboy (what’s your beef?) - nic love island s7

THIS IS LONG… literally my longest one shot ever. i was listening to gameboy by katseye the whole time haha, mature themes, kissing, spitting milk into someone’s mouth, make outs, groping, ass smacking, 18+! p in v, lilfingering, nic is a meannn boy… LMAOO, edging, cumming inside, hitting it raw, just strap in 😭 full on smut. NOT PROOFREAD!!

you felt so sticky… this challenge felt the dirtiest for you. you’ve kissed jeremiah and ace so far. but nic was bothered. you looked so alluring, captivating. your little white and pastel yellow corset dress and your knotless braids half up half down with a green bow to match nic’s bandanna.

when pepe and hannah went, pepe picked out your name for the kissing. you squeal as nic side eyes you. hard. pepe helps you down while walking down.

“to be honest… i knew that pepe was gonna go in because he pulled y/n for a chat. i don’t want my girl to kiss any other guy,” nic says with a straight face and a soft smirk forming.

pepe pulls you down as the islanders cheer and scream. you craw on top of him and kiss him. your dress rides up as chelley pulls it down and sits back at her spot.

pepe kisses you, sloppily. it felt like he was hungry for you. nic watches and shakes his head as taylor covers his eyes. pepe’s hands rub up and down on your waist, his lips going down to your neck.

you fake moan and bounce up and down on him. nic shouts, “hey! hey! chill!”

you laugh and get off of pepe and help him up. you sit back next to nic. he stares at you, bitter. you look back at him, “what?” you smile. he shakes his head, “you gon’ learn tonight.”

you laugh, “yall… he’s literally mad as fuck. it’s so funny… that’s my man! that’s my man!” you sing and do a small dance.

after the challenge, you sit with amaya, hannah and huda. you changed into a orange and pink-like loose piece with a fake white flower between your braids.

“girl, you were going insane during the challenge! you kissed almost every guy,” huda says. you roll your eyes and laugh, “i was… i was tired of kissing. i can’t lie.”

amaya laughs along, “nic was fuming! he was so angry!”

you shrug, “it’s just a game, boy.”

nic quickly steals you away from the girls. he asked the producers to open up the hideaway for an hour.

you sit next to him, your smile soft as he stares at you. why did he look extra beefy right now? his sturdy build with his veiny hands… and big biceps… and his gold chain. why did he have to wear a black shirt with jeans.

he’s an asshole.

“you have fun tonight?” he asks flatly. you nod, “it was a challenge. they’re always fun.” you look up and him as you both lay on your sides.

“mhm..” his eyes drag over your body, lustful. lewd. chilling a little bit. “you looked like you were auditioning for an only fans.”

you scoff, “first off, you don’t need to audition. second, you were being freaky. you were literally drinking the cow milk like a thirsty teenage boy.”

he furrows his thick brows, his head bucking back a bit. “you were grinding and moaning on pepe.. what?” he says. oh.. he was mad.

you knew you overdid it. okay, maybe way overdid it. but if that’s overdoing something than nic goes overboard everytime.

he leans closer, brushing a braid out of your face, voice low. “you embarrassed me tonight.”

you roll your eyes, “you’re being so dramatic. you go all out all the time.”

his jaw ticks. “you think i’m playing?” he mutters. “you were bouncing on pepe like you wanted to ride him next. you were moaning for him. made me look like some loser in front of the whole villa.”

you laugh. opening your mouth, but he grabs your face— soft enough to not hurt, but firm enough to shut you up. “nah,” he growls. “you don’t get to talk.”

he kisses you, hard. not sweet. not gentle. just lips and tongue and teeth and anger. messy. you whimper into his mouth, thighs clenching.

he pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “lay on your back, take off your clothes too.”

you stare up at him, “nic—“

“baby.”

you take off the two piece, leaving you in your lace bra and panties. he takes off your panties, stuffing them in his back pocket. he slides his fingers between your legs. you’re soaked— humiliatingly so.

he pushes two fingers inside you, rough. your mouth slightly falls open, eyes squeezing shut. he starts pumping them slow, curling them just right, dragging it out while your hips lift.

“that’s it,” he whispers, “you know what’s comin’. but you don’t get to cum yet. not till i say.”

his fingers speed up—fast and relentless now—and then he pulls them out without warning. you whine.

he lays you on your stomach, your ass up and back arches. he grabs your braids, yanking your head back. “you don’t whine, mama. you take it.”

you feel him line up behind you. his tip rubs along your entrance, slow. he’s taunting you.

“nic… please—” he slams in.

he gives you no time to adjust, just grabs your hips and starts pounding, deep and rough and furious. his body slaps against yours over and over, and you swear you’re seeing stars.

“who do you belong to?” he growls through gritted teeth.

“y-you—” he slaps your ass.

“say it like you mean it.”

“you! it’s you, nic, i swear—”

he lets out a low moan, hand curling in your braids, controlling your rhythm now. he’s deep inside you, almost brutal. like he’s trying to mark you.

“this pussy’s mine,” he pants. his hand pressing against your warm back.

you’re gasping, shaking, gripping the sheets like they’ll save you. he starts hitting that perfect spot. over and over— until you’re babbling his name like a prayer.

he feels your walls clench, “don’t cum,” he snaps.

your body jerks. “i— i can’t—”

“then hold it.”

he slows down suddenly, deep, thrusts that make you sob.

“you wanna be a brat?” he pants, dragging his teeth across your shoulder. “then you’ll cum when i say. not a second before.”

you’re a mess. makeup smudged. legs trembling. but all you can think is yes yes yes, please more. nic leans over, whispering in your ear again, voice calm but filthy,

“when i’m done with you, every time they look at you, they’ll know.. you were fucked stupid by me.”

you’re dangling on the edge. body trembling, every muscle screaming for release. you’re so close it hurts, but nic keeps slowing down, dragging it out.

“please,” you gasp, head hanging low. “i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he growls. “you’re gonna take this cock and not cum until i say. since you like to perform, prove how good you are at behaving.”

you sob into the sheets. he’s still deep inside, grinding now, just barely pulling out before slamming back in— slow, punishing strokes.

he leans forward, mouth against your ear. “you don’t cum without me.”

and just like that, he picks up pace— fast. the kind of pace that makes your brain white out. his name spills from your lips over and over.

“you close again?” he pants, voice wrecked.

“yes—yes, nic, please—”

he pulls out. completely.

you scream. actually scream. he flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing, eyes dark, hungry, possessive. his hand grabs your throat— not choking, just holding.

“i told you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your lip. “i own this.” he thrusts back in, this time watching your face as he pounds into you. “look at me when you cum.”

your legs shake. tears prick at your lashes. your nails claw at his back.

“cum for me,” he finally says, voice low and brutal.

your body snaps. back arching, mouth open in a silent scream, your whole world collapsing into white hot bliss. you swear your soul leaves your body. he holds you through it, hips still driving into you like he’s trying to ruin what’s left of your sanity.

“fuck,” nic groans, eyes squeezing shut as he follows you, hips stuttering. “fuck, baby… fuck—” he spills inside you, pulling you against his chest like he needs to own every inch of you inside and out.

you’re both panting, sweaty, wrecked. your body feels like jello. he finally leans up, smirking down at you. “bet you won’t be crawling on another man like that again.”

you blink up at him, dazed. “…i might.” he grabs a pillow and smacks you in the face with it.

“i’m deadass.” you burst into laughter, still breathless. he lays beside you, pulling you close.

you hum, soft. “you’re so mean.”

“you’re so annoying,” he mutters into your neck.

you smile and kiss his face, “my baby.”

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fiastomatocheek · 2 months ago

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MOMMY, WHAT IF…?

pair: dad!luke hughes x f!reader

genre: fluff, family, domestic.

warnings: none! just heaps of family fluff and heart-squeezing sweetness.

summary: it’s pizza-for-breakfast sunday, and lucy is ready with her usual table-side interrogation. but this time, her questions about her parents’ love story take a tender turn. from wondering if she’d still exist to asking whether luke cried when he saw you in a wedding dress, lucy unknowingly reminds her parents just how magical their story truly is.

fia’s note: maybe some of you might be getting a little tired of all the lucy ideas but truthfully, i’m still very much obsessed with dad!luke and lucy. actually, i don’t think i’ll ever stop writing this series 😭 i could probably write 100 parts and still have more to say. but if you’re feeling a little over the dad!luke content, feel free to skip this one and hopefully i’ll see you in another fic soon! thank you so much to everyone who’s been reading and supporting, it means the world.

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Pizza-for-Breakfast Sunday is a sacred tradition in your house that had started as a joke and quickly become a favorite.

Luke stood barefoot, sweatpants, carefully sliding slices of breakfast pizza onto plates. You were leaning against the counter, still in your comfy pjs, watching Luke multitask with an ease.

And at the island sat Lucy, your brilliant, soft-hearted daughter, wearing a bunny robe and holding her ever-present stuffed rabbit under one arm.

She had that look. The one that meant she wasn’t just here for pizza.

Luke noticed it too.

“She’s loaded up,” he whispered to you, smirking as he brought over the plates.

“I can see the questions forming.”

“She’s been rehearsing in the mirror again, hasn’t she?”

“Oh, 100 percent.”

Lucy cleared her throat dramatically.

“Snoopy. Mommy. I have a few questions.”

There it is.

“Go on, baby,” you said as you took your first bite.

She tilted her head. “Mommy, what was Nana like when you first met her?”

You smiled softly, leaning back in your chair.

“She was so warm. Nana hugged me like she already knew me. She smiled and said, ‘Finally! I get to meet the girl who turned my son into a walking love song.’”

Luke groaned. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was sweet,” you said.

“Nana asked Mommy questions about my family, work, and then she pulled me aside and said, ‘You’re very special. Don’t let him get away with too much.’”

Lucy giggled. “That sounds like Nana.”

Luke chuckled. “It is Nana.”

Then Lucy leaned forward, serious as a judge.

“Mommy… did you pick Snoopy from a line of daddies?”

You blinked. “A line of daddies?”

“Like, they were all standing in a row, and you walked past each of them like, ‘Hmm, nope. Hmm, nope. Oooh, this one! This one looks like he gives good hugs.’”

Luke nearly choked on his juice.

You reached over to ruffle Lucy’s hair.

“No line of daddies, baby. I didn’t pick him from a parade. I picked him from the whole world.”

“Why?” she asked.

You looked over at Luke, “Because he was different. Daddy didn’t just make Mommy laugh, he made me feel safe. He looked at me like I was magic. He showed up for me, even when things were hard. And everytime I tried to imagine a future without him… it just felt wrong. He was always it for me.”

Luke reached under the table and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“And Mommy was it for me.”

Lucy sat with her chin in her hand, nodding slowly.

“Okay. That makes sense.”

Then, with zero warning, she asked, “Mommy, if you hadn’t married Snoopy… would I be someone else… Lucy?”

You blinked. “That’s a big question for a six-year-old.”

“I am six and a half,” she said proudly.

You smiled. “If I hadn’t married Snoopy, there wouldn’t be a Lucy at all. Not you, not the way you are now.”

“But then where would I be?”

Luke stepped in, his voice soft.

“You’d still be somewhere… maybe just waiting. But we’re really glad we found eachother when we did. Because you’re the best part of us, Luce. We couldn’t have dreamed of anyone more perfect.”

Lucy looked thoughtful. Then she whispered, “Good, I like being me.”

“We love you being you,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She beamed. Then turned to Luke with renewed energy.

“Snoopy. Did you ask Nanna and Pappa before you married Mommy?”

“I did,” Luke said proudly.

“I asked both. Nanna squealed, and Pappa gave me a serious handshake and said, ‘Good choice. Don’t screw it up.’”

Lucy gasped. “Pappa said ‘screw it up?!’”

You and Luke burst into laughter.

“He was joking, I think,” Luke added quickly. “Mostly.”

Lucy smiled wide. “Did you cry when Mommy walked down the aisle?”

Luke blushed. “A little.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A little?”

“Okay, a lot. I wasn’t prepared. Mommy was so beautiful and smiling at me like I was the only person in the world.”

“What about you, Mommy?” Lucy asked. “Did you cry?”

You nodded. “Only a tiny bit. When I saw Daddy crying first.”

Luke grinned. “I started it.”

Lucy hugged Button tighter. “That’s so romantic.”

Then, with a dramatic pause, she delivered the next blow.

“But… Snoopy… what if Mommy never said yes to you?”

You and Luke stay stilled for a second.

“Then I’d still be out there,” he said gently.

“Trying again. And again. Everyday. Until Mommy saw how much I loved her. Until she said yes. Because I never wanted anyone else. Just Mommy.”

Lucy clutched her bunny to her chest. “Snoopy, you’re lucky she said yes.”

“I know I am,” Luke whispered, brushing your hand again beneath the table.

Lucy sighed dramatically.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough for today. I do have three more questions.”

You smiled. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. But I’m saving them for next Pizza Sunday.”

Luke leaned in. “Should I be nervous?”

“Hmm… Extremely.”

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psformybss · 2 months ago

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could write smthn ab actress reader n drew going to f1, n drew myb getting a little jealous at the drivers obviously trying to charm her

No Overtaking Allowed

drew starkey x actress!reader

a/n: ngl this is not my best work. i also dont know much about f1 so all of the information in here was provided by my boyfriend and google so im sorry if something is wrong 😭

The sun spilled like molten gold over the Monaco harbor, turning the water into something unreal. Everything shimmered. The air buzzed with salt, champagne, and the kind of money that made your teeth ache if you looked at it too long. You stood on the private terrace of a luxury suite above the famous street circuit, arms loosely crossed, trying not to let the glamor make your eyes roll too far back in your head.

“I feel underdressed,” you muttered, watching a woman glide by in head-to-toe Dior, balancing a tiny espresso in one hand and a Yorkie in the other like it was nothing.

Drew stood behind you, sunglasses pushed into his hair, hands tucked in his pockets like he wasn’t currently surrounded by some of the richest people on Earth. “You’re wearing custom Louis Vuitton.”

“Exactly. Custom. Someone had to design me into this setting. That woman just woke up and manifested wealth.”

He laughed, warm and low. “You look incredible.”

You turned your head just enough to glance at him. “Don’t try to distract me with compliments.”

“I’m not distracting. I’m stating facts.”

“Mm. Convenient how your facts always make me feel hotter.”

“That’s just science, babe.”

You gave a short laugh and leaned against the railing. Below, the circuit looked impossibly narrow, like a dare wrapped in steel and asphalt. Pit crews and media buzzed around the grid, the last few minutes of calm before the thunder.

“Remind me again why we’re pretending this is safe?” you asked.

Drew moved closer until his arm brushed yours. “Because pretending is more fun.”

“You say that like someone who’s never had a tire fly at their head.”

“I mean, not yet.”

“You’re unbearable.”

“That’s what keeps it spicy.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek. You didn’t lean away.

The sound of engines building swallowed any reply. Your gaze snapped downward as the cars lined up. One by one, the lights went out and the start exploded in a rush of sound and velocity. They tore through Sainte Devote like missiles.

“Two-stop rule this year,” you said over the roar. “Love that they tried to manufacture excitement with tire math.”

Drew tilted his head. “The what rule?”

You smiled. “Two mandatory pit stops. They’re hoping it’ll force more strategy, maybe shake up the order. It’s Monaco though, so basically still a parade.”

Drew smirked. “You know way too much about this.”

“It’s called having hobbies.”

He squinted at the screen overhead. “Which car is ours again?”

You laughed. “We don’t have one, babe. We’re neutral spectators. But if you mean who I’d pick—Ferrari, obviously.”

“Right,” he said slowly. “Because… the red’s fast?”

“They’re not even leading this season.”

“But they look good?”

You gave him a look. “That’s like saying a guy’s a good actor because he’s tall.”

“…Okay, I deserved that.”

You smiled, eyes flicking back to the screen. When one of the Ferraris clipped the barrier near the tunnel, you flinched and Drew’s arm circled your waist.

“You good?”

“Heart’s racing.”

He tilted closer. “Mine too. Though that might just be you.”

You snorted, resting your hand over his. For a while, neither of you said much. Just watched.

When the checkered flag waved and the crowd roared for Lando Norris, you let out a low whistle.

“Well,” you said. “Guess I owe someone a drink. Again.”

“Told you he was due.”

“You don’t even know what that means.”

“Sure I do. It’s like betting. Eventually the guy has to win.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you’re here.”

Drew beamed like he’d just won a bet.

The paddock buzzed with post-race chaos. Photographers darted through teams, glittering PR reps barked into headsets, and mechanics began the slow teardown. You and Drew walked side by side, fingers brushing.

You were halfway to hospitality when someone called out.

“Drew?”

You turned just as Anya Taylor-Joy appeared, somehow untouched by the oppressive heat and humidity. She looked impossibly cool in a flowing white dress and oversized sunglasses, not a single strand of hair out of place.

She pulled Drew into a quick hug before turning to you with a grin.

“And my favorite person.”

You smirked. “You only say that because I promised you early access to the new Knives Out movie.”

She gasped, clutching her chest in mock betrayal. “How dare you accuse me of being both manipulative and correct.”

Drew let out a quiet laugh beside you. “She’s got a point.”

You turned to him with a raised brow. “Whose side are you on?”

“Whoever brings snacks to the screening,” he said, deadpan.

Anya nodded approvingly. “See, this is why I like him.”

The banter flowed easily, the three of you falling into a familiar rhythm. You’d met Anya a few times on set visits, and always appreciated her quick wit and easy charm. Drew stood comfortably between you both, that relaxed glint in his eye that only showed up when he wasn’t on.

A few minutes later, you glanced toward the crowd and took a step back. “I think I’m gonna wander a bit.”

Drew looked over, brow furrowing. “You sure? We just got here.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I just need to move. People-watch. Breathe a little.”

He studied you for a beat. “Stay close.”

“I’ll be in yelling distance,” you promised, already easing into the flow of the crowd.

“Text me if anyone gives you a hard time,” he called after you.

You tossed a smirk over your shoulder. “Only if it’s a pack of wild drivers. Or Cate Blanchett.”

He rolled his eyes, but the smile lingered. “Noted.”

You wandered toward one of the temporary bars. The crowd had thinned a little, but the energy was still thick. It wasn’t long before someone stepped into your path.

“Excuse me,” a British voice said. “I hope this isn’t weird, but were you in Glass Onion?”

You turned and found yourself face to face with a tall driver, hair damp from his helmet, smile confident but not too polished.

“Yeah,” you said, surprised. “That was me.”

“I knew it. You were brilliant. I watched it on a flight last month.”

Another driver appeared beside him. Shorter, blond, with that unmistakable grin you’d seen a dozen times during podium interviews.

“You were in Anyone But You too, right?”

“Guilty.”

“Love that movie. Got me through a breakup, honestly.”

“Then you have great taste in both film and emotional survival.”

He laughed and extended a hand. “I’m Oscar.”

The first one added, “And I’m Lando. Big fans.”

“Well I would be wrong if I said I didn’t know who you guys were already” you said

You shook both hands, cheeks warming a little. The conversation stayed light. They asked where you were from, how long you were in Monaco. You mentioned your love for the sport, and Lando perked up.

“You follow F1, then?”

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve got a soft spot for the older races—Senna, Prost, Schumacher. But the new kids are growing on me.”

Oscar laughed. “Even Lando?”

“I tolerate him,” you teased.

Lando gave a mock-wounded look. “Harsh.”

“Well, if your boyfriend ditches you again, we’d be happy to give you the grand tour.”

You raised a brow. “Oh? Do all the grand tours include flirting or is that a special Monaco feature?”

Lando smirked. “Only when the guests are movie stars.”

Before you could fire back, a familiar voice cut in.

“She’s not stranded.”

You turned as Drew appeared beside you, one hand already slipping around your waist. His smile was tight, eyes sharp beneath the sunglasses. He didn’t look at you first—he looked at Lando.

“I just got caught up for a minute.”

Lando nodded, clearly sensing the shift. “Lucky guy.”

Drew’s hand flexed at your waist. “Luckier than they know.”

Oscar lifted a hand. “See you around.”

You waited until they walked away before looking up at Drew.

“That was subtle.”

He looked down at you, brows drawn just slightly. “You were trying to disappear.”

“I was being polite.”

“And they were flirting.”

“Little bit.”

“You were smiling.”

“They were charming.”

He gave you a look. “You’re not allowed to know that much about racing and be hot. It’s too dangerous.”

You nudged him with your elbow. “Jealous?”

“Not even pretending I’m not.”

“Relax. I’ve got a soft spot for actors who learn what a chicane is just to impress me.”

“Is that what I’m doing now?”

You smiled. “Trying very hard.”

You kissed him, slow and certain. The paddock faded out around you. Just for a second.

When you pulled back, he didn’t even try to hide his grin.

“You ever going to get tired of kissing me in public?”

“Not if you keep showing up right on time.”

He slid his fingers between yours and pulled you gently toward the exit.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go celebrate. And the fact that I didn’t actually have to fight anyone today.”

“Yet,” you said.

He grinned. “Yet.”

You walked together through the Monaco chaos, golden light painting everything around you. And for once, all that noise felt quiet. Just for the two of you.

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y2kstarr · 2 months ago

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— ᥫ᭡ better than me . . . chris sturniolo

where . . . You and Chris get into a big fight, which ends up in him leaving, claiming that he doesn't need you and that he can find someone else, but you know he'll come crawling back. He always comes crawling back.

contains . . . Fighting, slight angst, slight fluff, hurt with comfort?, lead up to smut but no full smut (i don't really know how to label this guys, it's not like my usual pieces😭)

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #11

"I can't fucking believe you!"

Your voice rang through your small apartment, your tone one that the walls had heard time and time again anytime Chris pulled dumb shit on you, and boy did he pull some dumb fucking shit this time.

"Oh my god, here you go again.." He groaned, rolling his eyes like you were some bratty toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Here I go again?" You snapped at him, your eyes glaring down at him as you stood in front of him in your far too small living room, dishes in the kitchen now forgotten in favor of continuing the fight you thought you could just put behind the two of you.

Clearly that wasn't an option.

"You went behind my back and made fucking plans with your ex, then told me it was just some friend of yours! You lied. But sure, yeah, let’s pretend I’m the dramatic one here.”

Chris sighed like you were interrupting a peaceful afternoon. “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you everything. Because I knew you’d blow it up like you always do.”

Your lips parted, a scoff leaving you as you shook your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

He finally turned his head, eyes tired, expression flat. “You’re exhausting.”

Your jaw clenched, your eyes twitching as you huffed out a breath. “Oh, poor fucking you,” you snapped in a mocking tone, putting your hands up and using a mocking baby voice. “Must be so hard, putting up with someone who actually gives a damn. God forbid someone hold you accountable.”

“You don’t care,” he said, sitting forward now. “You want control. You want to pick fights, win them, and make me grovel. That’s not love.”

“Oh, and what you do is love?” you shot back, voice rising. “Emotionally disappearing every time something gets uncomfortable? Acting like you’re better than me because you stay quiet instead of saying how you feel?”

Chris stood now, quickly, like he’d had enough, and it was fast enough to make you flinch for a moment, his height coming into play as you now had to look up at him. “Because every time I do talk, you twist it! Nothing I say is ever right unless I say it your way.”

“Maybe because your way is shit!” you snapped. “You don’t want to be right — you just want to be off the hook!”

His jaw clenched, his voice rising with yours. “You don’t listen! You never fucking listen! You just wait to attack. You treat every disagreement like it’s a goddamn war!”

Your hands shook at your sides, the two of you nearly chest to chest with the tension straining until it finally snapped. “You treat every emotion like it’s a fucking threat! But guess what, Chris? One day you’re gonna miss someone who actually gave a shit!”

Silence, eerie and still, enveloped the two of you, your chest rising and falling with harsh breaths and Chris's face still in a way that made your anger start to crack just a moment. And then, as if a knife was stabbed into the thick air, you heard him scoff.

"You know what? I'm done with this." Chris huffed out a half hearted laugh, putting his hands up in mock surrender, his words sudden, like a bullet going through your chest.

For just a moment, you felt your chest get heavier, your breath stutter, and your glare falter. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I'm fucking done. We're done." His hand gestured between the two of you. "'M not puttin' up with this shit anymore."

Your throat tightened, but you didn’t show it. Not now. Instead, you smiled, sharp and bitter as you watched him walk over to grab his keys from the bowl on your counter, making his way over to the front door and slip into his shoes.

“Yeah?” you said, tilting your head slightly, fist clenching by your sides. “Yeah? Good fucking luck finding someone better than me!”

Chris’s body froze, his body language unreadable. For a second, you saw the clench in his jaw — the sting. You hit something. But he masked it just as fast.

“I don’t need someone better,” he said over his shoulder, voice like ice as he grabbed opened the door, looking back at you with a harsh glare. “I just need someone less like you.”

As he slammed the door shut, you stood there, the echo ringing in your ears, your chest rising and falling with stuttered, angry breaths. Your palms were clenched, your throat tight, and your mind reeling.

You told yourself he’d be back, even though the small voice of fear lingering in the back of your head before you pushed it down.

He'd come back. He always came crawling right back

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A week had passed.

The apartment was quiet, save for the hum of the TV casting a soft glow against the walls. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket twisted around your legs, a half-finished bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, a movie playing more for noise than attention.

Your eyes were on the screen, but your mind wasn’t.

It kept slipping — traitorously — back to Chris.

You told yourself you didn’t care. You said it out loud more than once this week. In the shower. Into your pillow. At the mirror. “I don’t care. He’s not worth it.”

But he hadn’t texted.

Not a single call. No muted Instagram story views. Not even one of those 2 a.m. “are you up?” texts he always sent after a fight.

You shifted on the couch, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your jaw ached from how often you clenched it lately. You hated the way your stomach flipped every time your phone lit up, only for it never to be him.

He said he was done.

Maybe this time… he meant it.

You dragged your eyes back to the screen, blinking hard, determined to stay still. You were fine. You were—

Knock. Knock.

You froze as the sound cracked through the apartment like thunder, a single breath catching in your throat. You didn’t move, your mind flipping through all different possibilities, cause it... it couldn't be Chris. Maybe it was a delivery. A neighbor. Maybe—

Knock. Knock. Again. Louder this time.

You swallowed hard. Every nerve in your body pulled taut as you rose from the couch, pulling the blanket off and smoothing your shirt down with trembling hands you hoped looked calm.

You approached the door slowly, heart slamming against your ribs like it knew before you even got to the door, your hand coming out to open it.

And there he was.

Chris stood in the hallway, hair tousled, eyes tired and bloodshot like he hadn’t slept right in days. His jaw was tight, hands in his pockets, but his shoulders weren’t tense like he was angry — they were heavy. Defeated.

You arched a brow, leaning casually against the doorframe like you hadn’t spent the last seven days checking your phone with every breath.

“Well, look who it is,” you said flatly, arms crossing as you eyed him up and down, not letting him realize just how happy you were to see him in front of you. “Didn’t think you remembered where I lived.”

Chris stared at you for a long second, his throat working like he was swallowing down whatever pride he had left, until he finally said those magical you just knew he was gonna say.

“You were right,” Chris muttered almost weakly, voice low and rough like it had taken everything in him just to say it.

You didn’t move, you just blinked slowly, arms still crossed, your eyebrow raised at him as if you were waiting for more.

“I was right…?” you echoed, letting the words drag a little, feigning confusion even though you knew exactly what he meant, you just wanted to hear him say it out loud.

Chris let out a breath, his eyes flicking away for half a second before landing back on yours. “About everything.”

You scoffed softly, rolling your eyes as if your heart wasn't skipping a bit. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific.”

He rubbed a hand down his face, clearly unraveling. “About how I run. About how I act like I don’t care until I lose something that actually matters. About how I act calm just to avoid admitting I’m the one screwing everything up.”

You tilted your head slightly, keeping your expression unreadable, even though your chest was tight.

“And..?” you prompted.

He took a small step closer. “And about you... About what you said.”

The silence stretched between you again, thick and tense.

Chris swallowed, hands falling to his sides helplessly as he sighed softly. “There’s no one better than you,” he finally admitted, quieter now. “I looked. I tried to prove it to myself — that maybe I’d feel peace with someone else, or alone, or anywhere but here. But... nothing felt right. No one knows me like you do. No one challenges me like you. No one... makes me feel like you do.”

You shifted slightly, arms still crossed, even as your heart thudded against your ribs like it wanted to leap into his hands, a smile held back. But your voice stayed steady, unmoving.

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

He almost smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I know I hurt you. I know I pushed you too far. But I swear to God, if you’d just… let me fix it—”

“Chris.” you cut in, tone cool as you put your hand up, “you don’t get to come here and act like just showing up is enough.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, stepping in closer, desperation edging into his voice now, and you felt as if the air was shifting, your eyes looking up at him as your walls felt as if they were falling slowly. “I’m not... I’ll do anything. I’ll show you. I’ll earn it back, whatever it takes.”

You felt as he reached out for your hand, and instead of taking it back, you let him hold it, his thumb gently swiping over your knuckles in that way he always did to make you calmer, and you could already feel your body melting, you muscles becoming less tense.

"Please..?" He softly asked, and as you looked into his eyes, deep blues that held nothing but want for you again, you couldn't help yourself as your walls fell down for him again.

It wasn't another moment before you surged forward, your lips crashing into his, the warm, dark taste of him pulling you back into his arms like a feeling you'd been longing for since he'd left.

You felt as he froze for a moment before melting into the kiss, his hand releasing yours to wrap around your waist. The kiss was desperate and clumsy, mouths crashing and teeth grazing, like the two of you were trying to make up for every second wasted in silence.

You stepped back, pulling him with you into your apartment as he closed the door behind you, your feet carrying your back until the back of your knees hit the couch, and suddenly both of you went tumbling down into it.

You landed with a muffled laugh caught in your throat, breath stolen from the fall and the way Chris looked at you now — like he couldn’t believe he’d gone a week without this.

The TV still flickered across the room, some scene playing you hadn’t been paying attention to in the first place. Its glow danced over the curves of your body, over the mess of your hair, over Chris as he leaned over you, bracing himself on one arm against the plush of your couch while the other gripped your hip.

“You’re so damn beautiful..." he said, voice hushed and wrecked, like it physically hurt him to not be able to say it out loud until now.

You tilted your head, breath catching as his thumb circled your hip beneath your shorts.

“Shut up,” you murmured, but it came out softer than you meant it to — not a real protest, not really. Not when your fingers slid up curl into the strands of his hair like muscle memory.

His mouth found yours again, slower now, savoring instead of chasing. His hand on your hip slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips dragging along your skin like he was relearning it.

“Missed you every night...” he murmured against your lips, slowly trailing down your jaw and neck, pressing sweet kisses to your chest and down to your stomach as his hands slid your shirt up. “Missed your voice. Your smart mouth. Even your attitude.”

You smirked, tilting your head down just to look at him — his cheeks flushed, eyes blown wide with everything he wasn’t saying.

“I know...” you said, smug but breathless, blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as he slid his hands down to tug at your shorts, his kisses trailing to places you were far too embarrassed to admit you'd needed them at.

Too embarrassed to admit how badly you'd needed him.

☆ : Im really really sorry for no smut for like two days in a row, I just really wasn't feeling it for this one. I was gonna just lead it up to smut, but i liked the depth a little too much sooo 😭 but i hope you guys still enjoy this!! I PROMISE SMUT TOMORROW

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nerdyjaw · 3 months ago

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crybaby. | l. ackerman

content warnings (please read before continuing): smut, squirting, reader is strong, degradation, babbling, bottom reader, fem reader, overstimulation, levi makes reader count. mdni.

summary: youre the strongest in the room— until you’re under him, babbling his name like it’s the only thing you know.

age in bio or you will be blocked.

creator notes: hihi its jaww!! gonna hop back on my grind and fill up my drafts with posts so i can have them on standby. so sorry for inactivity 😭😭. this might seem ooc for some people (cause we all know levis a HUGE virgin haha) but just ignore whats canon rn and live in a world where he’s experienced in these fields 😭. highkey had to take inspo from other writers’ styles because i cannot write smut in my own style to save my life. holy fentballs. this one is kinda slowburn but not rlly, its just not straight to the point ifykwim. as always, constructive criticism and feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!!!

you, who has the strength of two blue collared men.

doesn’t cry. doesn’t flinch. doesn’t wince when you hit the ground. does not back down for shit. got slammed during training once and bit through your tongue— yet didn’t even blink.

you don’t even look that strong. to literally everyone, you have the build of someone who minds their business. you look tired. maybe a little mean. people assume they can take you on in a spar and have an easy victory— until they’re thrown over your shoulder with one hand. you lift what needs lifting, does what needs doing, and keeps it pushing.

you and levi met during squad reshuffling. you got assigned to his unit because you had a track record for handling fieldwork solo and keeping a calm head. levi didnt speak much to you at first. just gave orders. short, dry acknowledgements when you executed them well.

but the way you picked up full grown soldiers like paper? the way you carried two jugs of water in one hand, and a gear pack in the other? the way you held formation like a wall?

thats enough to get anyone wrapped, even levi.

one day, during a particularly messy clean - up, he noticed blood running down your leg. you were limping slightly, still hauling equipment. and you looked bored. like it wasn’t even worth stopping over.

“sit down.” he told you bluntly.

“i’m fine.” you attempted to argue.

“i didn’t ask.” he retorted.

so you sat. but you laughed a little.

and that was the start.

after that, he’d call on you more often. partnered you with him during scouting runs. paired you up for drills. you didn’t speak much, but when you did, it was always dry, smart, sharp. simple, just how he liked it.

and then one night, after hours, when the barracks were quiet and your hands were bruised from the day’s work, you ran into him. told a joke that got a small smile out of him. told him goodnight— and actually got a response.

and that was how it began.

levi’s quiet, and you are too. the kind of quiet that has its own rhythm. over time, he learned that you like your tea strong and your bathwater hotter than hell. you learned that he stares too hard when he’s tired, and that he can’t sleep unless something’s covering his hands.

and now he knows you.

he knows how you fold under praise.

how you melt before he even puts anything in.

how your voice gets thin and your breathing starts to skip when he whispers in your ear.

how your legs always twitch when all is said and done.

you’re strong. that’s still true.

but now?

now you’re on the bed, back against his chest, gushing.

“p-please—levi—levi— fuck, —i—i’m gonna— i’m gonna—“

hes fingering you quickly, hitting that spot just right. his other hand’s around your throat— barely pressing. just enough to keep you in place. keep your back arched. keep you open for him.

he watches your face closely. watches your lip tremble. watches your eyes start to roll. and he just tilts his head.

“gonna what?” he asks.

you sob. actually sob.

he pushes in again.

“one.”

your eyes roll. your pussy clenches and squirts, warm and sudden and so loud against his palm it echoes.

he hums.

“there she is.”

you’re crying now. deadass crying, drool on your lips and your hips bucking against his hand, your moans becoming hiccups as your eyes start to flutter.

“levi—levi, please—“

“what?” his voice is low. mean. but calm.

“you wanted more.”

“you wanted to be good.”

“so count.”

you shake your head, whimpering.

“i-i c-cant— levi, i need—i need to—“

he grabs your chin— firm, fingers digging just a little.

“you need to shut the fuck up.” his tone is sharp, slicing clean through the haze fogging up your brain. “youre taking it, that’s what youre doing.”

your breath catches. your body violently twitches. the second orgasm hits before the first even fully fades, and you let out a moan that could genuinely just pass as a scream. you can’t even stop it.

and when you come down, you don’t even really come down.

you crash.

“levi— levi i— hahh— fuhhh— i can’t— please—hahh— fuck, fuckfuckfuck— no more—i—s’too—s’too much—i c-can’t— please—“

you’re slurring every other word, drool clinging to your lips, whole body shaking as he curls his fingers just right and presses down harder with his palm, putting pressure directly on your clit. every time you try to breathe, another moan slips out. it’s like your brain is fried and stuck on a loop.

he just watches it all. listens to you babble and squeal like youve never been touched before.

“then stop running your mouth.”

you let out a high pitched, broken whimper— and it just spurs him on. he doesn’t slow down. definitely doesn’t stop.

you’re twitching, thighs trembling around his wrist, voice climbing up into glassy, desperate moans that barely sound like words anymore. it’s just noise now. messy, choked, wet sounds and the obscene slap of his fingers pumping into you, over and over and over—

“cmon,” he whispers directly in your ear, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. “be good. give me another.”

your eyes roll back, and you squirt for the upteenth time. though, the sound of it is barely coherent through the scream you let out.

oh, and you lose count again.

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xoxolaw · 2 months ago

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hello! if you wouldn’t mind, a fic of jun-tae very VERY attractive older sister/brother? like, i’m tired of small and fragile little sisters tbh 😭 I was thinking of the smug, flirty, cool and confident type — where they know that they’re attractive. I imagine jun-tae maybe in the middle of getting bullied by hyo-man and his gang, or just a happy episode where jun-tae introduces them to his friends. but, it’s up to you!

+ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡'𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘

in which Jun-Tae's older sister, swoops in to save him from Choi Hyo-Man's gang with her magnetic charm and sharp wit, leaving her friends in awe and the bullies in retreat

+ 𝗪𝗛𝗖 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cracked pavement outside Eunjang High, where Seo Jun-Tae stood cornered by Choi Hyo-Man and his pack of sneering lackeys. The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the skin like humidity before a storm. Jun-Tae’s shoulders hunched, his eyes darting nervously as Hyo-Man loomed over him, twirling a stolen phone—Jun-Tae’s phone—between his fingers like a trophy.

“Thought you were done playing errand boy, huh?” Hyo-Man sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “What’s this? Got brave all of a sudden, Jun-Tae? Or just stupid?”

Jun-Tae’s fists clenched at his sides, trembling not from fear but from the ember of defiance Yeon Si-Eun had sparked in him weeks ago. Still, he was no fighter—not yet—and the three goons flanking Hyo-Man made it clear this wasn’t a fair fight. Behind him, the school’s chain-link fence rattled faintly, as if mocking his predicament.

“Give it back,” Jun-Tae muttered, voice low but steady. The words felt heavier than he expected, like a line drawn in the sand.

Hyo-Man barked a laugh, stepping closer, his shadow swallowing Jun-Tae’s smaller frame. “Or what? You gonna cry to your little friends? Where’s that brainiac Si-Eun now, huh?”

The mention of Si-Eun stung, but before Jun-Tae could respond, a new sound cut through the scene—a slow, deliberate click of heels on pavement. The rhythm was unhurried, confident, like a metronome setting the pace of a song only she knew. The goons froze, heads turning toward the source.

She sauntered into view, her presence like a sudden shift in gravity. She was tall, statuesque, her leather jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder, revealing a fitted black top that hugged her curves just enough to demand attention. Her dark hair fell in loose waves, framing a face that carried a smirk sharp enough to cut glass. She knew she was stunning—had known it since she was old enough to notice the way heads turned—and she wielded that knowledge like a weapon.

“Well, well,” she drawled, her voice a smooth, teasing lilt that seemed to wrap around the group like smoke. She stopped a few feet away, one hand on her hip, the other lazily twirling a set of car keys. “What’s this? My baby brother getting picked on by a bunch of wannabe tough guys?”

Jun-Tae’s eyes widened, a mix of relief and embarrassment flooding his face. “noona, I’m fine, you don’t have to—”

“Oh, I have to,” she interrupted, her smirk widening as she tilted her head, sizing up Hyo-Man like he was a particularly unimpressive insect. “See, I was just passing by to drop off your lunch, Junnie, but this—” she gestured vaguely at the scene, “—this is way more interesting.”

Hyo-Man’s sneer faltered, his bravado cracking under the weight of her gaze. She had that effect—her confidence was a force, magnetic and disarming, like she’d already won the fight before it started. The goons shifted uncomfortably, their eyes flickering between her and their leader, unsure whether to stare or look away.

“Who the hell are you?” Hyo-Man snapped, trying to regain control. He stepped forward, puffing out his chest, but she didn’t even flinch.

She chuckled, low and sultry, stepping closer until she was just outside his reach. “Jun-Tae’s big sister. And you—” she leaned in slightly, her eyes glinting with playful menace, “—are the guy who’s about to hand over that phone before I make you regret it.”

The air seemed to tighten. One of the goons snickered nervously, but a sharp glance from her silenced him instantly. She had a way of commanding a room—or in this case, a dingy schoolyard—like she was born to hold court. Her beauty wasn’t just in her looks; it was in the way she moved, the way her voice carried a promise of trouble wrapped in charm.

Hyo-Man scoffed, but his grip on the phone loosened. “You think you scare me, lady? This ain’t your business.”

Her laugh was a melody of mockery. “Oh, sweetie,” she purred, the word laced with enough condescension to make Hyo-Man’s face redden. “When you mess with my brother, it’s all my business.” She tilted her head, letting her eyes trail over him deliberately, as if assessing whether he was worth her time. “And trust me, you’re not half as tough as you think you are.”

Before Hyo-Man could retort, a new voice cut in—calm, precise, and edged with danger. “She’s right. You’re not.”

Yeon Si-Eun emerged from the shadow of the school building, his slight frame deceptively unthreatening. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Hyo-Man, assessing the situation with the precision of a chess master. Behind him, Park Hu-Min and Go Hyun-Tak flanked like twin pillars of muscle and menace, Hu-Min’s grin wide and reckless, Hyun-Tak’s scowl promising pain.

“Si-Eun!” Jun-Tae’s voice cracked with relief, but her attention didn’t waver from Hyo-Man. She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the arrival of her brother’s friends.

“Well, look at that,” she said, her tone teasing as she glanced at Si-Eun, then Hu-Min and Hyun-Tak. “Junnie’s got himself a little posse. Cute.” She winked at Hu-Min, who blinked, caught off guard, his usual swagger momentarily thrown. Hyun-Tak coughed, looking away, while Si-Eun’s expression remained impassive, though a faint flush crept up his neck.

She turned back to Hyo-Man, her smile sharpening. “So, what’s it gonna be, tough guy? Hand over the phone, or do I let these boys have some fun? Fair warning—” she leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “—they don’t play as nice as I do.”

Hyo-Man’s bravado crumbled. He tossed the phone at Jun-Tae’s feet, muttering a curse under his breath. “Whatever. Not worth it.” He jerked his head, and his goons slunk after him, casting wary glances at her as they retreated.

Jun-Tae scrambled to pick up his phone, his face burning with a mix of gratitude and mortification. “Noona, you didn’t have to do that,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

She ruffled his hair, her touch affectionate but firm. “Oh, please, Junnie. Someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble.” She turned to Si-Eun, Hu-Min, and Hyun-Tak, her smirk softening into something warmer but no less confident. “So, you’re the ones looking out for my brother, huh? Not bad.”

Hu-Min grinned, recovering his usual charm. “Park Hu-Min, but you can call me Baku. Nice to meet the legend behind Jun-Tae’s stories.”

Hyun-Tak nodded, still a bit flustered. “Go Hyun-Tak. Uh, thanks for the assist.”

Si-Eun said nothing, his gaze steady but curious, like he was trying to solve the puzzle that was her. She met his eyes, her smirk returning. “You’re the brainy one, right? Keep my brother safe, Sherlock. I like you already.”

Jun-Tae groaned, covering his face. “Noona, stop flirting with my friends!”

She laughed, the sound rich and unapologetic. “Oh, Junnie, relax. I’m just having fun.” She slung an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close as she addressed the group. “Come on, you lot. I’m buying dinner. Gotta make sure my brother’s hanging with the right crowd.”

As they walked off, her leading the way with a swagger that turned heads, Jun-Tae muttered apologies to his friends. Hu-Min and Hyun-Tak chuckled, clearly charmed, while Si-Eun’s lips twitched in the ghost of a smile. She glanced back, catching his expression, and winked.

+ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 + 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Hope you liked this!!!

#fanfic #weak hero class two #weak hero x reader #weak hero webtoon #weak hero class one

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nadvs · 3 months ago

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hii i love LOVE love power play! can i ask a blurb where rafe's pissy again so he's a bit hostile to reader but this time she doesn't take his shit? she's kind but this time she wants to reiterate that he can vent but she's not a punching bag

thank you!! ong the man has zero emotional regulation skills 😭 most of the time, she doesn’t take it personally and just makes a joke about him being a brat, but when he crosses a line, she doesn’t play around. blurb set in the power play au.

Rafe presses down on the horn yet again, earning another sigh from you.

This is not how today was supposed to go. He’s already been in the car for three hours just to get to you, and five minutes after picking you up, you hit standstill traffic on the freeway on the way to a place you said is your favorite spot for lunch.

This is the second time he’s seeing you this summer, only a few months of officially dating behind you.

You’d greeted each other affectionately, but his mood turned sour the moment you hit traffic. He honks again, glaring at the bumper of the car ahead of you.

“I don’t think that does anything,” you say lightheartedly.

“How is nobody moving?” he mutters.

“I’ll check when it’s supposed to ease up,” you offer, picking up your phone to open a traffic map. “Yikes. We have two exits to go.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Rafe groans. He wants the purge the stress he’s been under. This is only making it worse.

“Is that all you’ve had today?” you ask, pointing to the empty shaker bottle in the cupholder.

He nods tersely and you decide against making a joke about him being hangry.

He rakes a hand through his hair. He tried hard today. He wanted to look good for you, but his clothes are damp and wrinkled against his skin, and when he looks in the rearview mirror, he can see the fatigue in his eyes.

You clasp your hands together, determined to bring up the mood.

“How was the gym this morning?” you ask. Now that he’s fully healed from his injury, he’s just gotten back into training.

“I’m not even close to hitting what I used to,” he answers, disappointment laced in his tone.

You wince. That wasn’t the right question. He takes his conditioning seriously, and you obviously just reminded him of how much work he has ahead of him.

“We could work out together one day,” you say.

“Sure,” he scoffs, already grown to despise the distance between you. “When?”

You suck your teeth, your patience starting to wear thin at his harsh tone.

“Whenever you’re in a better mood,” you mumble under your breath.

Rafe shakes his head to himself. The last thing he needs is your judgement.

“I’ve been driving for so goddamn long,” he mutters.

“I know,” you empathize, “but we’re finally together again and we’ll be eating lunch soon and we don’t have to be miserable the whole ride there.”

“You think I want to be miserable?” he says with a sarcastic scoff.

“I didn’t say that.”

Rafe bites his tongue from muttering that you’re saying a lot. He only stares forward, trying to remind himself of how shitty he feels when he loses it on you.

You smooth down your pants, the silence biting at you.

“So, we should just not talk until we get there?” you ask. He shrugs in response.

You scowl. Frustration bubbles up inside you. You know your boyfriend well, familiar with how anger is his fallback, and you usually can take it in stride.

But this is too much. It hurts that he’d rather give into his temper than just enjoy being with you.

“You’re being mean,” you say quietly.

“I’m just tired,” he mutters.

“How do you think it makes me feel when you’re like this, especially after we haven’t each other in so long?” you say. “I thought you…”

You trail off into silence, trying to cool yourself down.

“Thought I what?” he mutters.

You swallow hard. You knew going into this relationship that even though you typically think on the bright side, you hold a pessimism about romance that you can’t shake. It rears its ugly head any time you feel like Rafe doesn’t care as much as he says he does.

“I thought you missed me,” you reply.

Rafe grips the steering wheel and says, “I do.”

“So, why make me your punching bag?”

His brows pull together, irritation pricking at him.

“That’s how you feel?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” you reply, on edge.

Rafe’s heart twists in his chest. Underneath the frustration, it hurts that you don’t see that he’s making an effort.

“I try to be better about it,” he says. “I’m always trying.”

You look out the window as he eases on the break, following the slow moving traffic.

“It’s not fair that I have to do this for you every time,” you mumble.

“Do what?”

“Tiptoe around you and talk you through your own emotions,” you say. “Is it that hard to say, I’m tired and hungry and none of that is your fault and I’m sorry I’m taking my bad mood out on you?”

Rafe meets your eyes, guilt seeping into him, cutting overwhelmingly worse than his anger is.

“I am sorry,” he says.

It cracks through your frustration. You have a weak spot for him, you always have, and you can tell by how quick he always is to apologize that he has one for you, too.

“And?” you say.

“I don’t think any of this is on you,” Rafe says. “I just want us to have a good day, alright? You deserve a nice date. Not this.”

You not, a soft smile on your face. He can be rigid and grumpy, but this is why he stole your heart; the softness underneath, the pressure he puts on himself to be lovable, the way that even when he’s annoyed, you can tell that he treasures you.

“Okay,” you say. “We can listen to some music to pass the time.”

“I want to listen to you.”

“You listen to me every night on the phone,” you remind him.

“And?” Rafe replies, echoing your tone.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. He puts his warm, heavy hand on your thigh, making your skin tingle with endearment.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “I know I got shit I gotta work on, okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply.

You put your hand on top of his, hope blooming in your chest, louder than the doubt.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron and you #rafe cameron and reader #rafe cameron and y/n

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