#I still have asks I have yet to response. But I really wanted to be more awake when I answer them. ^^;

[muntitled]

Boa

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're just a kid, caught in a gangster’s crosshairs. What happens when you don’t deliver like you should…

Warnings: Language, Dom!Seongje, Gangsterism, Bullied!Reader, Coercion, Bullying, Extortion, Mentions of Rape, Smut +18 (mdni), Dark fic, Dubious consent, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Desperate Sex, Humiliation, Degradation

A/N: I'm not responsible for the media you consume. I wrote this for me so...

Ever since you've started working for him, you've learned to get extremely acquainted with the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sir…” your voice is brittle as you try to make yourself heard in the suffocating internet cafe, “I'm short on delivery today..."

Hardwood. Tile. Linoleum. It's become all too familiar to you. The floor is all you see in his presence.

You never looked Seongje in the eyes unless he addresses you first. He likes that, you suspect.

It's kept you alive this long so you must be doing something right.

"I got assigned a kid to tutor and..." you clear your throat, not daring to make direct eye contact, choosing instead, to keep your eyes trained on the dirty, cold floor.

The internet cafe is the very last place you'd want to be on a Friday evening. You were caught right in between two challenging essay due dates- one for English and one for AP English. Both hung gravley over your head, threatening to set off your sympathetic nervous system and have you fainting from academic stress. Seeing him was the very last thing you needed.

"That tutoring time fucked with my system and-" despite all your achievements, despite the academic prestige and the boundless knowledge… in Seongje's presence you feel insignificant.

A bug he's letting scurry around for no other reason except his enjoyment. You didn't want to get stomped on. You saw what happened to the other kids under his thumb and it kept you up at night. All that blood. All the merciless sadism.

You aren't dumb enough to hope an exception would be made for you.

"I'm sorry,” you conclude, and for a second, you get no response. He plays his game. His friends remain silent.

That's all until he pushes the bridge of his glasses up further against his nose. A calm, quiet sigh leaves his lips.

“Before you started working for me, do you know what you were?" Seongje doesn't take his eyes off the screen. His fingers run deftly over the keys as he speaks to you without ever really acknowledging you, "You were in an alleyway, about to get raped by Eunjang scum."

"Yes, Seongje, I know-"

"And in return for my kindness, what did I ask of you?"

"FUCK- COVER ME BRO!" Your eye snaps up to the source of the loud and sudden burst of energy. Your frightened and pitiful eyes find a boy seated adjacent to Seongje and his goons. He's bent over his screen, clearly not a part of the group. Clearly far too young.

Your heart sinks when you realize Seongje's eyes are trained on the boy too.

"Ya…” Seongje raises his voice a decimal above the cacophony yet it has you flinching. “Too loud,” he says to the boy, “Didn’t anyone teach you shut up when adults are talking?” he asks monotonously to the boy- a child really- still mourning the loss of his avatar on the screen. He doesn't pay Seongje any mind.

Of course he doesn't. He's a kid.

How could he have known?

He came to an internet cafe to play a game with his friends.

It's the boy's innocence that hurts the most.

He doesn't know that the monsters under his bed are very real.

They walk where he walks.

They don't hide.

They move about freely.

Your heart makes like the titanic and sinks.

"Excuse me for a second." Seongje addresses you politely, finally giving you a fleeting glance before pushing himself out of his gamer chair. You see his entire row of friends (if that's what one could even refer to them as) remain unfazed as Seongje rounds the table to stand directly behind the young boy.

He’s bigger, far bigger as he pushes the rims of his glasses up, staring directly at you

"I know you're smart so you're probably aware that your fuck-up won't be tolerated-” he says to you, despite slithering his arm around the boys neck like a boa as he squeezes. Everyone keeps their eyes trained to their computers. Your fist curls at your side. You want to look away but you can't because you're speaking to Seongje. You wouldn't want to aggravate him further by showing him his mindlessly violence bothers you. So you try not to flinch.

You try not to let the casual violence scare you. How nonchalantly he speaks while an elementary school boy flails in his arms, begging to be released from the headlock making his lips turn blue

“You knew there'd be a punishment,” Seongje is still speaking to you. You hold your breathe in solidarity with the boy choking in his arms, “-for fucking up your delivery-” crimson blossoms onto the little boys face but Seongje keeps his eyes on you, appearing unfazed by the boy flailing like an animal in arms, "And yet you came anyway. That's the kinda work ethic, I like-” he smiles, “I like it alot-"

Eventually, after what feels like forever, he lets go of the boy. You finally breathe as well, watching as the kid slumps forward ingesting the air in horrid gasps.

Seongje bends forward, patting the boy on the back.

"No more interrupting when I speak, yeah?" Whether the boy was new to this particular internet cafe, it was unclear, but you hoped to whatever divine being that he wouldn't dare come back.

"So I'll let it slide-" He turns his attention back to you and you watch, still shaken up as Seongje leaves the little boy to make his way back to his side of the table. When he breezes past you he smells like nothing. Like his eyes, everything about him is empty.

"Thank you, Seongje-"

He nods before adding, "After you get on your knees." The goon sitting nearest to you, all the way at the end of the table, his fingers hover over the keys, and just like before, the room is rid of all air.

"Excuse me?”

He pulls out his chair for you, like some mimic of a perfect gentleman he opens his arm, gesturing you in.

"I want you on your knees, under the desk.” His words hang above you all. It has tears threatening to spill. Bile rising.

“What’s with the face? Its not like I’m asking you to suck my dick,”

"Seongje, I need to get home-"

"If you can't do it yourself I'm more than happy to help."

That has your legs moving into action. In your periphery, it feels as though everyone's watching you. A thing in psychology called the imaginary audience. When you're so self-conscious you concoct this idea of being the center of attention… only this time, it's real. You know they're all watching you. You know no one will do anything about it.

"Under the desk you go," he chuckles before sitting down and pushing his chair back in. You back away, creating intense distance between you. Your back hits dirty wires and your knees press hesitantly down onto the grime just to achieve a more comfortable position. Everything you see is his legs, his friends legs and you're suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to cry.

You want to scream at him to let you go. He's hijacked you from your endless pile of homework and yet the very thought of standing up for yourself causes a sea of nausea.

So you sit there in the dark, not knowing when this punishment would conclude. When would he let you go home? That sends you into another spiral. You've heard Seongje could game for 24 hours straight. Maybe more if he was in close vicinity to food and a bathroom. You knew this internet cafe would close eventually, that gives you the smallest sliver of hope and so you do your time.

Never once does he acknowledge you- the girl under his desk. Unbeknownst to Seongje, you catch one of his fellow gang members sneak multiple glances at you under the table. They all do. Like they enjoy seeing you under here. As time passes, and you slip further and further away from the stress, you realize that down here, on the floor, under his desk, the world is small. It's quite comforting actually and that wasn't the trauma talking.

You've always liked small spaces.

It definitely beat dealing with whatever he had going on up there half the time.

Slowly, your body begins to shut down. Your energy plummets from all the stress and all the thoughts. This is the first time you've been forced into a spot for too long doing nothing. No essays. No tutoring.

Due to tendencies from your childhood that you should've gotten rid of, you find yourself curling up against his leg. He stiffens and you snap out of the exhaustion long enough to reel back. Especially when you see his hand reach under the table. Your heart hammers in your chest, not a single word spoken as his hand searches for something. You move a bit closer until his hand catches on your hair. You wince as he drags you closer, pushing your head against his leg as you had done.

He leaves you there. You try to regulate your breathing as you feel him adjust in his seat above you.

You shift as well. Not your head. He clearly wants you there. But your legs are uncomfortable. You try to kneel and it's ridiculous because your head never leaves his leg.

No position seems comfortable enough until he stretches his leg out, right in between yours and you're made to straddle it. Above you, his fingers are still hitting the keys and you try to disassociate from the fact that his leg is pushing against your cunt. You try to sneak a peek at the surface, his glasses are trained on the screen. Not knowing whether it's your exhaustion making a reappearance but you could've sworn you hear the words, "good girl," release from him in a low drawl.

Something in his tone has you shifting over his leg. Your cunt warms against his leg and you fight the urge to buck against him. All you had to do was remember who it is that you're currently touching. That conscious reminder has you once again hellbent on doing your time with concrete resolve.

That resolve breaks.

It shatters when he eases his back against the chair, enough to once again slither his hand down towards you.

He curls his fist into your hair and tugs.

He pushes you down and lifts you up and you mindlessly follow his movements until you realize he's coaxed you into riding his leg.

He lets go of your hair, satisfied when your hips move out of their own accord.

You hate how good it feels to quite literally be beneath him. You look up and you whimper oh so quietly when you see that small smile play on his lips while his eye remains on the screen.

He's given you new instructions now and so you don't dare to stop moving your hips against him. Despite the damp spot forming on the seat of your underwear. You're not sure what it is that allows you to lose yourself so easily. Perhaps it's all the expectations that melt away when you're doing something so pitiful. You're breaking for him and he's letting you. You're not in control of anything and there's freedom in that.

“F-Fuck-” you didnt mean for the words to slip. There are still other people here but you also couldn't help the wave of pleasure that pushed up so suddenly. Your clit is moving against the fabric of his pants just right and your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your head.

The second that whimper escapes your mouth, he stiffens again.

You watch as he leans back again, this time his hand isn't reaching out for you. It's to ghost over the bulge forming in his pants. Somehow that spurs you on more.

You grind against him desperately and before he can take his hand away, this time you reach up for him.

You watch him closely. The glare from the screen reflects on his glasses. His jaw, tight.

He controls the game easily with one hand, while you bring the other into your mouth.

You're not sure where this other side of you came from. This vixen who rolls her tongue out and forces his index and ring finger into her warm mouth.

He becomes more and more restless… His breath hitching. Seongje's fingers hit the keys more aggressively, while his right hand forces his fingers further down your throat. His hips buck upwards and you can see the damp spot forming where his cock is straining against his pants. He's about to cum in his pants and you're about to cum on his leg and it's far too much for you.

You know his friends are about. You try to preserve even a sliver of dignity but it all goes out the window.

“Fuck-” he spits out, slamming his fist on the table before abandoning the game. There's a fire in his eyes as he sits back to watch you peer up at him with complete and utter desperation.

“What a fucking slut-” he snarled, cleaely audible enough for not only him but his friends too. It has your mouth snapping open. Your back arches as you try to watch him watching you cum on his leg.

You've never held his attention for this long and it sends you off the edge.

“S-Seongje-” you barely squeak out as your cunt spasms against his leg. You rut uncontrollably, spurred on by the name That fell from your lips as if your body needed a reminder of just who it was making you cum. Your tormentor.

It has you seeing stars.

For all of 11 seconds.

Until it comes crashing down on you. Your pitiful act has you reeling. Mind spinning.

You don't want to look up at him but you have nowhere else to look. Your heart sinks when you see a smile form slowly across his lips… Somehow you knew you'd never be rid of him.

[kxsagi]

hihi can i request how the media would react if they found out the bllk boys were married (itoshi brothers, kaiser, and whoever else you want)

ty, have a good day/night

“#𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬”

a/n: this is a whole new idea and i love it! also thank you, have a good day/night as well!!!

a/n #2: who let them get married (and how do i get that lucky) 

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, karasu tabito

itoshi rin

the world stops spinning when it leaks that rin married you. nobody can compute it. no one. 

he’s trending #1 globally with hashtags like #rinwifereveal #iceprincetaken. 

confused fans everywhere are asking the real questions: “how did he propose if he only speaks in death threats?” 

old clips of rin ignoring interviewers go viral again: “this man?? THIS MAN found a WIFE???” 

his agency posts a really dry statement like: “itoshi rin is married. he will continue his professional activities as usual.” 

the comments are gold – you getting praised like some mythological heroine: “if you married rin itoshi and lived to tell the tale, you deserve a national holiday.” 

when asked about you at a press conference, rin’s response is peak rin: “it’s none of your business.” 

but people notice he wears his wedding ring 24/7 and once smiled (barely) when someone said “your wife,” and fans LOST it. 

you are now officially worshiped as the woman who melted the glacier. 

itoshi sae

the media genuinely thinks it’s a typo when they find out sae married you. like itoshi sae??? able to love someone other than a soccer ball??? there’s no way he had the social skills for marriage. 

headlines are so petty: “itoshi sae ties the knot: sources unsure if he even likes people.” 

the sports tabloids zoom into old clips of him smirking mid-match like: “he must’ve been thinking about his wife 🫢” 

memes explode overnight: “you: babe, can you smile for the wedding pics? sae: raises one eyebrow slightly” 

your first public sighting together is chaotic. he’s pushing a grocery cart with a dead-eyed look while you’re happily picking snacks. 

paparazzi snap a blurry photo, and boom: “breaking: itoshi sae domesticated.” 

he literally never posts you (for privacy reasons), but when you post a picture of him cuddling you while half-asleep, fans combust: “WAIT he’s a softie for her ONLY???? iconic behavior.” 

kaiser michael

he announces your marriage like a mic drop. the german media especially loses their minds. 

posts a wedding photo with you on instagram, captioned: “still undefeated. married the hottest woman alive.” 

media outlets around the world are scrambling to write articles fast enough. 

magazines call you "the only trophy kaiser cares about.” 

he does interviews where he says stuff like: “yeah, she’s my best win yet.” 

every fan either: 1) cries about losing their delusions, or 2) makes memes of you carrying kaiser bridal-style after his matches. 

during games, opponents will yell at him: “your wife’s watching, pretty boy!” 

and kaiser just smirks, scores, and points to you in the stands like he’s in a movie. 

you literally make him even cockier. he’s insufferable. but also hot about it. 

isagi yoichi

the media basically short-circuits when they find out you’re married to him. like, nice boy next door isagi? married already??? 

they treat it like a scandal: “in today’s shocking development, yoichi isagi – japan’s golden boy – is officially off the market. hearts across the world have shattered.” 

twitter is in absolute shambles: “NO WAY isagi’s MARRIED. i thought he was married to FOOTBALL 😭” 

and you? you’re just living your best life, chilling while isagi is out here holding your hand proudly at press events like you’re his MVP. 

he’s answering interviews all starry-eyed: “yeah! i love my wife! she’s the real reason i win games.” 

you even get your own nickname in the press: "japan’s first lady of football.” 

whenever you post a picture together, comments are like: “she’s the real endgame. we lost, but we lost to a queen 😭👑”

bachira meguru

everyone immediately falls in love with you, too. like, duh. you’re the perfect match for chaotic sunshine incarnate. 

bachira’s announcement? just a pic of you both wearing matching crocs, captioned: “leveled up 💍����💖” 

every comment is crying about how cute it is. 

fans imagine the proposal like: “if i score 3 goals today, will you marry me? 😜” 

he makes finger hearts at you from the field. sometimes he even dabs after scoring because you dared him to. 

sports anchors have to explain “dab celebrations” on national TV now because of you two. 

people call you “his player 2” and it’s so iconic that a brand tries to sponsor you both for matching gamer jerseys. 

mikage reo

the media is CONVINCED it was some sort of billionaire merger. tabloids lose their minds speculating about your “secret heiress” identity. 

but really? you’re just you. you married reo because he’s a clingy, golden retriever boy that genuinely loves you and treats you well. 

he’s so defensive about it in interviews: “it’s not about money!! she’s literally perfect, end of discussion.” 

still, fans are clowning: “reo mikage gave up his entire inheritance for his wife. love wins 😭” 

reo keeps trying to pretend your life together is “normal” but then slips up like: “yeah, we took the jet to brunch lol.” 

you constantly remind him not to flex, but it’s a losing battle. he just loves spoiling you too much. 

he wears his wedding ring loudly like it’s a flex on single people. 

nagi seishiro

no one is surprised. like, yeah. obviously nagi would get married to his first love. 

he reposts a wedding pic you posted because he can’t be bothered making his own announcement. 

interviewers ask, “what made you want to settle down?” and he goes: “she’s comfy. i love her.” 

fans sob at the simplicity: “nagi just EXISTED and found true love while i’m out here struggling 😭” 

you are considered the ultimate cozy queen by the fanbase. 

nagi refers to you as “home” and it’s so casually romantic that everyone melts. 

he basically just plays games, cuddles you, and naps, living the dream. 

karasu tabito

he trolls the entire internet with your marriage reveal. 

he posts: “sorry ladies, taken for life 💍🤪” with the hashtag #wifedup. 

every comment is roasting him: “you????? married?????? how???”

no one believes him. not until you both post matching wedding rings with the caption: “teamwork makes the dream work 🫶” 

sports reporters really don't know if it’s real or just karasu being karasu. 

but it doesn’t change the fact that you and karasu become an iconic couple overnight. 

karasu’s new favorite hobby is pretending to be a “wife guy” on twitter for clout. like he’ll fake cry on twitter about missing “the single life” while literally posting pictures of you two cuddling under captions like: “can’t go out tonight, gotta watch kdramas with my wife 💔” 

fans call you "the MVP who finally fouled karasu’s heart.” 

somehow you two are both chaotic and goals at the same time. 

though media outlets are still confused whether to take him seriously because karasu’s like a walking clickbait article: “is he joking? is he not? find out on the next episode of karasu being karasu.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[thirteenheavens]

dropping a request in the mailbox! 📮

woozi saw you massaging your breasts in front of the mirror (because you saw that it can help in improving blood circulation) and offered to help massaging them then next thing you know, you were begging him in front of the mirror to not stop ♨️

Circulation|| Lee Jihoon x reader

Notes: I changed this a little bit but hope you enjoy it

Woozi enters the bedroom, rubbing his eyes as he's still half-asleep. He sees you sitting on the bed, massaging your breasts, and raises an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself." He walks over to the bed and sits down next to you, his eyes fixed on your hands as they knead your chest. "They look sore," he says, reaching out to touch them.

You jump slightly at his touch, but don't stop him. "They are sore," you admit, biting your lip. "They've been really tender lately." Woozi's smirk widens as he gently massages your breasts, his fingers working the soft flesh. "I could help with that," he says, his voice taking on a teasing tone. "But I might just make it worse."

"Please, Woozi," you say, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need you to help me feel better." Woozi chuckles and leans in to kiss your neck. "Okay, okay, I'll be gentle," he says, his hands continuing to massage your breasts. He starts to kiss his way down your body, his lips trailing over your collarbone and down to your chest. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently as he massages the other breast with his hand.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and mischief in his eyes.

"Mmm, yes," you moan, arching your back into his touch. "It feels so good when you do that." Woozi smiles against your skin and switches to the other nipple, his tongue swirling around it as he continues to knead your breasts. He takes his time, savoring the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands.

"You're so sensitive," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I could tease you like this all day." He starts to nibble on your nipples, alternating between gentle bites and soft sucking, sending shivers down your spine. His hands roam lower, tracing the curves of your body as he explores every inch of you. Woozi continues to tease your nipples, flicking his tongue over them and sucking them into his mouth until they're hard and sensitive.

"I love how responsive you are," he murmurs, blowing cool air on your wet nipples and watching them harden even more. "You're so easy to play with." He pinches one nipple between his fingers, rolling it gently as he watches your reaction. "Tell me how it feels," he says, his voice husky with desire.

"Please, Woozi, I can't take it anymore," you whimper, your body trembling from his relentless teasing. "It's too much." Woozi looks up at you with a smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "But you look so cute when you're begging," he says, continuing to play with your nipples.

"I'm not done yet," he adds, his hands sliding down your stomach and towards your thighs. "I want to make you feel good all over."

[monzabee]

breathe (2 AM) - s. reid

criminal minds masterlist ||

Summary: it’s 2 AM and you are out of breath. oh, and you really have something important to tell your best friend. 

Pairing: postprison!spencer reid x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k 

Warnings: kissing, kinda angsty but also not, running  

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Breathe, you remind yourself as you push your legs to run faster, breathe. 

Then, you look at the watch on your wrist–it reads, 2 AM. Nothing good happens after 2 AM, you think. You should turn back, go home, forget about everything you’re about to do.  

It’s pure madness.  

The type of crazy you never go for under normal circumstances but nothing about this situation is normal anyway, so why dwell on it unnecessarily? Your mind is still swirling with Spencer’s words earlier that evening, and Penelope’s words from moments ago which has you running through the streets of downtown Virginia–something Spencer is probably going to scold for you, though you’ve always been an avid believer in asking for forgiveness rather than permission.  

“If you don’t tell him now, when will you tell him?” That was the last thing Penelope asked you before you made your way out of her apartment. Simple, blunt even, as if the answer should have been obvious. And maybe it should have been. Maybe you should have done this hours ago when Spencer was looking at you, almost pleadingly–or even days ago, maybe even months ago. But fear has always been a comfortable excuse, and love?  

Love is terrifying. 

“But isn’t love worth it?” Emily asked when you told her just how much you were afraid of messing things up. Because that has always been the problem, hasn’t it? It’s always you that messed up, never the other person, but always you. And messing up with Spencer means losing him, which could never be an option.  

“You could never lose Spencer,” JJ assured you, not hesitating to also point out, “he’s the most stubborn person I know, and he wouldn’t let that happen.” 

Yet, the fear still lingers, curling around your ribs like a vice. Because what if they’re wrong? It’s easy to say it in your mind, but what if saying it out loud changes everything?  

You push the thought away as you turn the last corner, Spencer’s apartment now in sight. The building is quiet, the streetlights casting long, lonely shadows on the pavement. Your heart is pounding, not from the run, but from the sheer weight of what you’re about to do. 

Breathe, you remind yourself as you force yourself to walk up to his building. It’s 2.08 AM now. Breathe, you force yourself as you inhale deeply, closing your eyes for just a second. You can do this. 

Your hands are shaking as you reach for the door, the cool metal grounding you for a brief moment before you finally push it open. The hallway is dimly lit, eerily quiet at this hour, and each step toward his apartment feels heavier than the last. The doorman gives you a small smile, and you try to return it as best as you can.  

Your lungs burn from running all the way as you force yourself up the stairs, practically skipping every other step. This is Spencer, you remind yourself. Your best friend. The one person who has always been safe. So why does this feel like the scariest thing you’ve ever done? You couldn’t have imagined the look he’d given you before you left work, right? That look; the way his gaze lingered just a second too long, the way his lips parted like he wanted to say something but never did – it’s what got you here in the first place. 

You reach his door before you can second-guess yourself again. Raising a fist, you knock–soft at first, then firmer when there’s no immediate response. 

For a moment, nothing. Then, footsteps. The faint sound of locks clicking open, revealing Spencer in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, his hair a disheveled mess. He blinks at you, sleep still evident in his eyes, but the second he registers that it’s you standing in his doorway at–he glances at the clock, 2.10 AM, his brows furrow in concern. 

“Are you okay?” His voice is rough, a little breathless like he wasn’t expecting you, but his brows furrow, scanning you for any sign of distress. “What’s wrong? You are shivering.” 

For a moment he looks like him again, the Spencer who didn’t spend three months in prison, who didn’t see his girlfriend get shot right before his eyes–the Spencer, who wasn’t forced into a drug addition by one of the unsubs.  

He calls your name, and your eyes focus on him again, “Hey.” His voice is softer now as he takes a step closer to you, “Talk to me.” 

You swallow hard. Breathe. 

“I–” You stop, shaking your head. No more stalling. No more running. You take a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. Say it. Just say it. Just say it, goddamn it. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “I tried, but I–” Another breath. Another step forward. “I love you, Spencer.” 

The words hang between you, heavy and fragile all at once. Spencer blinks. His lips part slightly like he wants to say something, but for a long moment, he just stares at you. And you start to panic. 

What if I read everything wrong? What if I just ruined everything? 

But then; so softly, like he’s afraid of breaking the moment, he exhales your name. 

“You– ” He swallows hard, his voice almost shaking. “You love me?” 

You nod, your heart beatin in your ears. “I do.” 

He takes another step forward, so close now you can see the exact moment his breath hitches. His hands hover for a second–like he’s giving you one last chance to pull away before they gently frame your face, fingertips barely pressing into your skin. 

“I love you, too,” he murmurs. “I think I always have.” 

Your heart stutters. “You do?” 

Spencer lets out a soft, breathless laugh. “I was going to tell you tomorrow. But I’m really glad you didn’t wait.” 

And then he kisses you. 

It’s hesitant at first, careful like he’s trying to memorize everything, the way you feel, the way you taste, the way you sigh against his lips. Then, he deepens it, arms winding around you like he’s afraid you might disappear. His arms envelope you as his hands thread through your hair, holding you even closer to himself. 

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I can’t believe you ran here,” he murmurs, amusement laced in his voice. 

You laugh softly; breath still uneven. “How’d you know?” 

“You’re out of breath,” Spencer presses another lingering kiss to your forehead before whispering, “Breathe.” 

[theywantedplayer]

Could you write, bringing up divorce under the angst prompts with Mat????

PromptList

MasterList

AN-I feel like I'm so bad at wrapping up fics, I generally struggle to wrap it up at the end 

Matt

“If you're really gonna say that, then maybe we should just get a divorce.”

The words slipped out before you could even process them, hanging heavy in the air between you. The bedroom went completely, suffocatingly silent.

Matt's face, which had been twisted with frustration, froze. His brows furrowed in shock, and his mouth opened, then closed, trying to find the words that would make this all go away.

“A divorce? Is that... seriously what you want?” he finally managed, his voice low and rough.

“No, no, no, I—” you stammered, reaching for him instinctively, but he took a small step back. Panic filled your chest. 

Your heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of your chest at this point. Divorce. You'd thrown the word out like it was nothing when it could end everything.

“I don't—I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry, Matt. I didn’t mean it,” you said shakily, running both hands through your hair.

A heavy silence stretched between you. You could see his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, like he was physically trying to ground himself.

Matt finally sat down on the edge of the bed, his head dropping into his hands with a shaky sigh

“I just... I don't get how we got here,” he said quietly, voice cracking. “I hate fighting with you, I just-” He took a deep breath. “I hate this thing we have between us, this constant fighting.” He told you to gesture between you.

Your chest ached hearing his weak voice. You knelt down in front of him, placing both your hands on your knees.

“I know Matt, I know” you whispered. “I shouldn't have said that, I need you to know I didnt even it”

Matt lifted his head, his eyes glassy with tears with threatening to fall at any given word. He reached out and threaded his fingers through yours; you could still feel the slight shake in his hands.

"I'm sorry too," he said, voice hoarse. "I love you more than anything. I don't care about whatever we were fighting about. I just-” He took a second to breath “I just don't want to lose you over something so stupid” 

Tears blurred your vision as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly. Neither of you spoke for a while, just clinging to each other, thinking about how you were going to fix whatever rough patch your marriage was in. “We’re gonna get through this, right?” He asked 

“Yeah, we’re gonna get through this.”

Jamie 

"Jamie?” You asked quietly as you stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom 

He hummed in response not looking up

“Do you-?” you took a shaking breath looking up at the ceiling trying to keep your tears away “Do you want a divorce?”

Jamie’s head snapped up from where he had been sitting at the edge of the bed, pulling off his hoodie after yet another late night practice. His face twisted in shock at the thought of you thinking that.

"What?" he breathed out. "No—no, Y/n Why would you even think that?”"

“Because Every game, every practice, every meeting….. it's always something more important. I'm tired, Jamie so tired” You told the tears breaking through your waterline “I'm tired of coming second."

He stood up fast to close the space between you. His eyes were wide with desperation. "You’re not second," he said quickly. "You’re not-God, Y/n, you’re everything to me." 

"It doesn’t feel like it," you whispered. "It feels like I’m just... here. Like I'm just the thing you come back to when everything else is done."

Jamie’s hands shook as he ran them through his hair, his whole body tight with panic. "No. No, that's not true. I swear to you that is not true."

"I didn’t know you felt like that," he whispered, voice cracking. "I swear, I didn’t know." His eyes searched every inch of your face frantically trying to pick out small details.

You wiped angrily at a tear sliding down your cheek. "Because you’re always gone, Jamie. Or exhausted. Or thinking about the next game"

Jamie pulled you into his chest  not wanting to hear the things that you believed because to him they weren't true,  you were never second to him. His chin rested  atop your head as he took a deep breath "I'm so sorry," he whispered, tears filling his own eyes now. "Please, Y/n, please tell me what to do. Tell me how to fix this. I'll do anything."

You looked up at him, your bottom lip trap under your teeth “I just want you to be back in marriage, physically. I don't want to have to ask for your attention”

"I will," Jamie whispered. "I swear I'll be here. No more making you feel second. God im so sorry baby–fuck,I didnt know”

He took a deep breath, “I love you so much,h” He told you as he kissed the top of your head

Quinn

"If you want a divorce, Quinn, just say it and I'll give it to you!" you shouted, your filled with frustration 

Quinn’s head snapped toward you, his eyes filled with the same frustration in your voice 

"Are you serious right now?" he fired back, his voice sharp. "You think that's what I want? You think I’m just waiting for a way out of this?"

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, trying to keep yourself from breaking apart right there, but you knew you had to hold your ground even though you were just so tired.

"What else am I supposed to think, Quinn?!" you snapped. "You don't talk to me, you barely even look at me anymore! I feel like I'm fighting for this marriage by myself because last time I checked I got married to You! But where are you Quinn!" Your tone was laced with sarcasm towards the end of your sentence 

He dragged a hand roughly through his hair, pacing a few steps before turning back to you, chest heaving with anger and the disbelief that you even brought up the idea of a divorce.

"I'm sorry Y/n I'm so sorry ok!” he shot back. "You know how stressed and tired I am when I come home, after being picked apart all day by the coaches, the fans and the fucking media. I come home with nothing left in me but don’t you dare act like I ever stopped loving you."

Neither of you spoke for a moment, just breathing heavily, staring at each other. Both wondering if this marriage was going to crumble on a random Tuesday night. 

Your vision blurred with tears you didn’t want to fall. "Then why don't you talk to me about this, i'm over here thinking that you don't even love me anymore Quinn"

He stared at you, the anger in his face changing in the guilt he was feeling, the guilt he's been feeling for a long time, just knowing this argument was bound to happen.

"Because you're already stressed with classes and work you got your own shit to deal with," he said finally, voice breaking. “I don't want to be the person that add to that"

You blinked, stunned. That wasn’t what you expected to hear, not from Quinn, the most steady man you've ever met. He felt like he couldn't come to you with this stuff?

"So you just shut me out?" you whispered

He only nodded 

“Don't do that don't shut me out right now Quinn” You told him “We are married for fucks sakes and you think you cant come to me with your problems?”

You shook your head and walked across the kitchen to look him in the eyes. “I don't care if what you have to tell me is a complaint or you're just talking about your day. You Have to tell me these things, if you want this marriage to work.”

"I’m sorry," he whispered, voice rough. "I’m so goddamn sorry."

You shook your head, grabbing the front of his hoodie, to pull him into a hug. His body seemed to relax for the first time since you both had been arguing.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he let go you would disappear

"I don't want to lose you over me being stupid," he mumbled into your hair. His voice cracking slightly 

"You’re not going to," you whispered back. "But you have to let me in, Quinn."

“I love you.”

[wol-fica]

-Oscar Winning Tears-

pairings - sabrinacarpenter x fem!reader

summary - With Sabrina being away in Europe on her tour, you just couldn’t keep up with your emotions

warnings - none

an - stripping fic is almost done, doing up the final touches before it’s yours <3

———————

Crying is a form of release, a way to let all your pent-up emotions out that have built up throughout the day. It is a quite easy option instead of losing your temper or being frustrated and sad.

Unfortunately, your body would not let you cry, for whatever reason.

It had been an awful day, and honestly an awful week, and all you wanted to do was just scream into your pillow and just let it all out. Things went wrong, people were upset, you pretty much got yelled at every day, and you had to come home to an empty house after.

Sabrina was in Europe, specifically Paris, while finishing up the last few shows of the tour. She wasn’t supposed to be home until mid-April, and normally you would never ask her to come back to you while she was on tour, but you really needed someone to lean onto and your girlfriend is always the first that comes to your mind.

The phone in your hand rang softly, your eyes focused on the screen as you waited to see if she would pick up. It was 2 AM for you, meaning it was an early morning for Sabrina, and she was usually getting ready for her show at rehearsals. She has always told you that she would prioritize your calls and do her best to answer, but it was never guaranteed while she was working, especially in the mornings.

“Y/N?” A voice sounded after the line clicked, soft and questioning, “It’s late hon, why are you up?”

You inhaled, your breath shaky and weak from the emotions piled up inside of you. Sabrina listened on the other line, waiting patiently for your response.

“What’s wrong baby?” She asked after a moment of silence, “Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, playing with the hem of your blanket, “I can’t”

A sigh came from the other end, not of annoyance but more of remorse. You heard her shuffle around, saying something inaudible to another person before the sound of a door shutting came through, the quiet chatter behind her disappearing.

“There’s melatonin in the bathroom, if you want to take that.”

“I know…I just…” Your sentence gave up on itself, struggling to find your voice to say what you felt.

“Baby.” Sabrina sounded firm, yet still gentle and loving, “Did something happen?”

Your bottom lip wobbled, the feeling of crying rising in your throat. Your hand clutched at your chest, trying to find the right way to breathe in the thick air around you.

“I just…I’ve had a r-really bad week.” You said shakily, trying but failing at steadying your voice, “I know you’re in P-Paris…but I just wish you w-were here...”

Your voice broke at the end of your words, your lip slipping between your teeth as an attempt to suppress your tears. You heard Sabrina inhale sharply on the other end, a sign of her realization and guilt.

“Oh, my love.” She cooed to you, a skill that helps soothe you, “I’m so sorry honey, I wish I could be there too.”

You nodded, a whimper passing through your lips at the thought and understanding of her being so far away. Her heart broke at the sound, her lips curling down as her mind raced with what could have potentially happened to upset you. She looked around the room as she pondered, trying to come up with a solution that would help you.

“I’m gonna come to you.” She said after a while, making up her mind, “The show can be postponed for a little.”

Your eyes snapped to your phone, wide and alarmed, “Babe no, you don’t have to.”

“Honey.” Sabrina interrupted you, her voice stern, “You need me; I’m coming home.”

You went to speak again, but the words died on your tongue as you heard her speaking to someone in the background about booking the soonest flight. You knew how incredibly stubborn she gets when she sets her mind on something, and arguing with her about leaving wouldn’t benefit anyone; Naturally, you gave up.

“Okay…okay thank you. Still with me baby?”

You nodded, wiping your eyes, “Mhm.”

“I should be home around 1 or 2, okay?”

“Ok.”

“Alright, can you do something for me?”

You nodded again, a small yawn coming through your mouth as you spoke, “Yeeaah.”

Sabrina giggled, making you smile slightly at the sweet sound, “Think you could throw on one of my tour hoodies and try to sleep?”

You hummed, carefully pulling the covers back before heading into your closet to steal the cozy article she requested, immediately sighing when the smell of her perfume hit your nose after you put the hoodie on. It was soft, warm, and infected with her aroma, your brain melting to slush at the stimulation it produced.

“Okay, I’m wearing it.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you got back into bed, “…feel sleepy already…”

“That’s my girl, I’ll see you soon.” Sabrina replied softly, “I love you so much baby.”

“Mm…I love you too…” You whispered, now struggling to keep your eyes open as the hoodie was doing wonders for your insomnia.

“Sweet dreams my love.” Her voice sounded through the phone, your eyes falling shut at the sound of the line ending.

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You groaned softly, peeling your eyes open to the sound of music playing softly downstairs. The sun was shining through your curtains, rays of light cast on the floor like angled pillars that of a coliseum.

With a groan, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, your head falling into your hands as you slowly woke up. You peeked an eye at your phone, seeing that the time was 3:30 in the afternoon, and started to stretch and exit your bedroom. A yawn fell from your lips; arms raised above your head with your eyes squeezed shut as you made your way downstairs towards the music. The sound of someone singing along filled your ears, a sweet and melodic voice that you knew all too well.

Once you round the corner, your heart skipped a beat from the sight. Sabrina stood at the counter, gently stirring a spoon in a saucepan while she swayed to the beat. Her hair was up in a ponytail, messily clawclipped together with her bangs settle just above her glasses. She was wearing one of your shirts, the oversized style completely swallowing her small figure like a dress, with a pair of fluffy pink socks covering her feet.

“Baby…” You whined, rubbing your hand over your eyes as you approached her.

She turned to you, a smile curved onto her lips from hearing you, “Hi beautiful.”

You grumbled something in response, the feeling of sleep still heavy on your body. She giggled at that, setting the spoon down and holding out her arms so you could fall into her. You burrowed yourself into her, your face falling to her neck as your arms went around her shoulders. She wrapped you up in her embrace, rubbing your back softly whilst leaving little kisses against your cheek.

“You’re home.” You mumbled, squeezing her gently, “Thought I was dreamin’.”

“Well, I am here! In the flesh.” Sabrina pressed her lips to your temple, “I missed you.”

Her nails ran up the back of your shirt, scratching gently at your skin. A low rumble sounded from your throat at the feeling, almost purring into her neck from her soft touch. She hummed at that, squeezing your abdomen before pulling back to cup your face.

You locked your eyes with hers, smiling softly when you noticed the subtle blush on her cheeks. She slid a little closer, her nose brushing your tentatively before you pulled her into a kiss. Your lips slotted into hers perfectly, soft, and long awaiting your attention from being away for so long. Fingers danced across her waist, squeezing and pulling her in as close as you could.

“Missed you too.” You murmured, nipping her bottom lip slightly as you pulled away, “Europe is too far; I’m going with you when you go back.”

Sabrina giggled, poking your stomach gently whilst nodding, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Long distance is always a struggle, but a few tears and some kisses does the trick; Fortunately, you have an amazing girlfriend who can do just that.

———————

honey? where’s my super suit?

[irritatedirishfrog]

"𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐗"

— 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳

CONTENT: how some of the wind breaker boys would react if you told them that you wanted to get pregnant.

[ ᯓ Someone help me PLS! I can barely write. I'm pretty sure that if my lively hood was contingent on making enjoyable NSFW tings, I'd be a goner. This is probably as close as I'm getting to it, SO Y'ALL BE GRATEFUL! ᯓ ]

✓ requested by anon

✓ warning, poorly written work

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ SAKURA was flustered immediately, having no idea what to think. What did you mean you wanted a freaking baby? Like—a real one? The ones that stay in your stomach for nine months before getting an eviction notice? No, that couldn't be what you meant. Why would you ask that? And with him of all people? Were you blind? Have you seen him? He must have misheard you, his subconscious throwing him a curveball yet again.

It had to be that, it would make sense—especially given all the dreams his brain was forcing him to have recently and whatnot. It wouldn't be entirely surprising that the thought came to mind. But still, what?

"... Say that again?" He muttered, silently praying he wasn’t losing it.

"I want to have a baby with you."

His face twisted instantly in silent confusion, and you scowled in response. He looked like he might throw up, but really, he just felt exposed. The way you said that so casually—he wasn’t ready for it, it made him feel all hot. He wasn’t used to hearing words like that out loud. And, well, he had thought about it before. He just forced himself to brush it off as a stupid idea.

Hearing it come from you was shocking to say the least, and he'd rather not think about giving in like that.

“If you don’t like the idea, just say I’m talking out of my ass and we’ll drop it,” you huffed, eyes flicking back down to whatever game you were playing on your phone previously.

... Wait

... What?! What did you mean by that?! You can't just drop some crazy shit like that on his head and then tell him to choose! Were you insane?! What kind of emotional whiplash was that!?

"Huh!?" Sakura blurted, his face burning even redder. The reaction pulled a small smile from you, but you were already distracted again by your screen.

"It's okay."

"W—what's okay!?"

"If you don't want a baby," You chuckled. "I was only thinking about it."

And then it was quiet. The silence made Sakura’s chest tighten with anxiety. You looked unbothered—calm, like you didn’t even care about his response, despite clearly wanting one. But he still wasn’t entirely sure if this was real or just some weird prank.

Would you think he was weird if he said yes right away? If he let you know just how desperate he actually was to give you what you wanted?

He was always a sucker for you, after all. But it was worse than that—he’d quietly caught baby fever a long time before you. Ever since he saw you helping a little lost kid, gently guiding him back to his parents, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you as a mom. The only problem was... he wasn’t sure he’d make a good dad. Should he take it as a sign that you asked him for this first? He isn't sure.

“Why?”

“Hm? Why what?” you asked, glancing up from your phone.

“There… Well, th-there’s a chance that if we had a kid… it’d look a little bit like me, right?” Sakura mumbled, eyes dropping as he tried to hide how nervous he was. He shouldn't be like this, not in front of you.

“Would you really want a baby that kinda looks like a freak?”

You didn’t respond right away. Just blinked at him as he kept his eyes downcast.

You forgot sometimes—how much he struggled with that. The stares, the comments, all because of his differently colored hair and eyes. Traits that made him stand out, often in the worst ways. But you were pretty sure those same traits caught good attention, too. After all, he had friends. He had a place at Bofurin. And—he had you. A pretty girlfriend. Or, at least, you hoped he thought you were pretty.

“…Y’know,” you finally said, turning off your phone and standing up, “I wouldn’t be asking for a baby if I thought you were a freak.”

Sakura closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath to steady himself. He shouldn’t be feeling this weird about it. You asked a question—he should’ve just answered. It’s just… he really wanted a baby. But he was too self-conscious to admit it. Too unsure that he’d be good enough. He didn’t think he was even boyfriend material half the time—though you seemed delusional enough to believe he was.

“Honey,” you said gently, “look at me.”

His face burned at the sound of your voice. He barely cracked his eyes open before squeezing them shut again from embarrassment. You were standing in front of him now, your eyes intense enough to swallow him whole. Without a word, you reached out. Your hand touched his, then slowly intertwined your fingers with his.

That simple gesture sent a shiver through his entire body, but he didn’t hesitate to squeeze your hand back, tightly—like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I love you,” you breathed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You know that, right? That’s why I asked. And I think you look perfect.”

“…I… I know. I—I love you too,” Sakura whispered, his voice barely audible.

But his blush had mostly faded now. That had to mean something. You weren’t sure what exactly—but there was something different about him now. A look of quiet determination had settled in his eyes, like he was suddenly planning something.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?” you asked, raising a brow as he stared past you, seemingly lost in thought.

“Nah… It’s nothing… I think.”

Nope. Definitely something.

But before you could press him on it, he suddenly grabbed your arm and kissed you. Hard. Maybe a little too hard. But enough for you to feel it deep in your chest—a rush of heat flooding through you. He understood what you meant earlier, and this was him answering, in his own, overwhelmed way.

“Do you want a baby right now?” he murmured against your lips, watching with interest as your eyes widened. His usual shy, fumbling self had vanished, replaced with this strange, intense confidence.

“You’d want one too? Really?”

“Yeah, I should be the one asking that. I still can’t believe you want one with me,” he scoffed, kissing you again before pulling away and reaching for his jacket. Though in your defense, you weren't used to him initiating any sort of physical touch either. Apparently it was your turn to get flustered. The blush had returned on his face after her saw yours, but it was softer now—a light, pink hue, no longer boiling red.

“But we’re not doing it here. Your place is less run-down.”

“Does it really matter where we try to have the baby?” you giggled—only to be cut off with another kiss as he grabbed you and tugged you toward the door.

“Hell yeah, it matters. I don’t wanna have a baby here. Now c’mon,” he muttered.

“You’re acting like the baby’s already in there, dummy,” you snickered, poking his cheek and making him flare up all over again. “Maybe I should bring this up more often, huh?”

“Sh-shut up,” he grumbled—but you didn’t miss the soft smile tugging at his lips as the two of you stepped out of his apartment together.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ SUO didn’t believe you at first—he just blinked at you like you were the one who was confused. To be fair, you were drunk. Not just a little tipsy either—scarily intoxicated. Honestly, he was impressed you were still conscious. Technically, it was your fault. But then again, could he really blame you?

"A baby?"

"Yeah! A small one, that's all cute and squishy." You grinned, your words mushing together as you mumbled out some other stuff. "And we can buy the baby a cute little eye patch to match with yours."

You probably didn’t expect your friend to drag you to the sketchiest part of town and then vanish. At least she had the decency to call him afterward, claiming she had to leave for a family emergency. Still, the fact that she left you behind in a place like this made Suo question her legitimacy as your friend.

And you—you hadn’t realized that some of the locals were trying to drug you. All it took was a glass of “expensive wine” that was really just beer spiked with a disturbingly unhealthy amount of sugar followed by all sorts of incapacitating drugs.

“Just to taste,” they’d said, “so a pretty girl like you can give us some advice on how to make the wine better.”

At least that's what the younger man had said had happened, Suo was quick to kick the leaders neck hard enough to knock him out.

You were a little naive, he knew that much. Soft-hearted. You turned into putty in someone’s hands the moment they made you feel special. Even though you were loyal to him, compliments from anyone still made you glow.

“Also, there was this lovely scarf I saw near here, but I didn’t have enough money to buy it!” you rambled, your voice dreamy and slurred, as if you hadn’t just tell him to get you pregnant in the middle of a crowded sidewalk.

Sweet, clueless thing. You were going to be mortified when you remembered all of this tomorrow. Suo, surprisingly, wasn’t embarrassed. He probably should’ve been, but he didn't feel like he was. This was a terrible place to wander around aimlessly, especially when you didn’t know what you were doing. He’d come fully prepared for a full on fight if anyone tried to stop him from retrieving you—so much so that he brought both Sakura and Nirei along for backup.

And now, those poor bastards had to stand there and listen to his girlfriend shamelessly ask him for a baby.

“Please don’t mind her,” Suo said, turning to his friends with a calm smile. “She’ll be fine once she gets some rest.”

"Seriously, what did she even drink?" Sakura muttered, face beet red as he stole another glance at you. “Was it just alcohol or pure ethanol?”

Sakura was clearly flustered by your drunken boldness. The way you’d said it had sounded almost romantic, which only made it worse. Meanwhile, Nirei was grinning like a kid at a comedy show, clearly finding the whole thing adorable.

“Hayato, take me home, please,” you whined, pulling away from his hand to wrap your arms around him in a hug. “I’m tired, I’m hungry, and my feet hurt!”

Suo just smiled gently, his voice calm and certain. “Don’t worry. We’re going home.”

He then adjusted his hold on you slightly, one arm steady around your waist as you leaned more of your weight into him, your head nestled lazily against his shoulder. You were heavy in that drunk, warm way that only made people more pliable. Almost like a sleeping cat.

"Anyway, we’ll leave you two to it. I don't think she needs an audience right now.” Nirei gave a two-fingered salute, still grinning ear to ear. “She’s wild when she isn't sober, man. It's funny, just know that we're praying for you.”

Suo nodded. “Thanks for coming. Get home safe.”

"Text us if you need backup!" Nirei added over his shoulder as he and Sakura started down the sidewalk.

Then for a moment, it was quiet. Just the two of you now, standing under the halo of a flickering streetlamp. You swayed slightly, then yawned like a baby bear, your grip on him tightening again.

“Home,” you mumbled. “I like our bed. It smells like you.”

His heart squeezed a little. Damn you. Even drunk off your mind, you somehow knew exactly how to say things that made it impossible for him to stay annoyed.

"Of course, princess."

You sighed against his shoulder. “Hayato,” you mumbled, almost too soft to hear. “Do you think the scarf’s still there?”

He glanced down at you, your hair sticking slightly to your forehead, your lips parted just enough to let the question float out like a drifting balloon.

“I’ll get you a scarf,” he promised. “Not from here though. A prettier one. And something warmer.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Make sure it’s bright. The woman at the fabric tent said that bright colors will look good on me.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I'll do that.”

You didn’t respond, just tightened your arms around him like you might dissolve if you let go. He didn’t rush you either. You'd trip once in a while over your own feet, muttering curses under your breath, but he'd catch you every time—making sure you were stable before continuing. He was a very patient person after all.

Suo looked down for a moment when you leaned more against him. You were still latched onto him like a human koala, your face smushed into his chest.

“Mmm...you feel like warm bread,” you murmured.

He snorted. “I feel like sweat and stress.”

“You always feel nice to me,” you mumbled, completely oblivious to how that sounded.

Suo shifted you a little to help you walk without tripping over your own feet. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get moving before you fall asleep standing up.”

You trudged beside him, holding onto his arm, your heels clicking unevenly against the pavement. Every few steps, you’d either hum something off-key or dramatically sigh, like a tragic heroine in a play.

"So, did you think about it?"

He blinked, looking down at you. “About what?”

“The baby thing.” You looked up with eyes too wide and honest for someone who could barely say the alphabet right now. “I think you’d be a good dad. You’re good at being kind to people and protecting me.”

Suo laughed—actually laughed, the sound low and rare. “That’s your criteria?”

“Mhm. You’re also nice to animals and you never forget to bring me snacks. So can we have a baby now?”

“You’re drunk, so no.”

“Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean it.” You whined, almost on the verge of tears already.

He sighed, but there was no irritation in it—just that soft kind of exhale people give when they know they’ve lost. Because he had been secretly thinking about it ever since you said it. They always say that a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, or something like that.

So, had you been thinking about this for a while then?

"So you have to promise me something then," You yawned. "When I'm not drunk anymore, that we'll have a baby."

"I have to?"

"Yeah! Pinky promise." You held up your hand, poking out your pinky finger for him.

Suo sighed, propping you up more against him as he got to the front of their house. Something in him wanted to agree, mostly due to the fact that you had riled him up. But even so, he had enough discipline to keep himself in check... You just looked so damn cute though.

Now he wanted a small baby that was all squishy and cute.

"I won't promise that," Suo started, grabbing your hand before kissing the back of it. "But I promise that when you're better in the morning, if you still want a baby, we'll make a baby."

"... Really?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind being a baby daddy." Suo kissed the top of your head. "I'd mean you'd stay with me, wouldn't it?"

"I'd stay with you anyway." You simply giggled, hugging him tighter and warming his heart.

"Alright, come on now. We need to get you to bed."

You giggled as he opened the door to your house and helped you in. “Hayatoooo… you love me, right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“You dooo!”

He sat you down on a stool in the hallway and a second later, shut the front door with a click. Though his smile lingered.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ NIREI felt his face grow warm, stumbling over his words as he tried to process what you’d just said. A baby? That had to be a joke—something ripped straight from a fever dream after getting his ass handed to him.

“Come again?” he blinked, bewildered.

“I want a baby.” You shrugged casually, your cheeks tinged pink, though your smile stayed bright. "Can we try now? Or should I wait until you're not busy?"

...Now?

Nirei flushed even deeper, his skin nearly as hot as the fiery yellow strands framing his cute, startled face. His hazel eyes widened—like a deer caught in headlights. Sure, he got flustered sometimes, but no one got under his skin the way you did.

“D-did you just say—?” he stammered, waving his hands like he could somehow cool the heat rising in his cheeks. “I don’t— I mean, I do want one, but—did you mean now? Like, right now? That’s—”

You cut him off with a soft smile, slipping your hand into his and stepping closer. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his blush bloom beneath your lips.

“Akihiko,” you whispered, using his name like a secret. As always, he gasped quietly at the sound of it. No matter how long you'd been together, he never quite got used to hearing his name from you.

“I want a baby with you,” you murmured.

You pressed another kiss, this time to the center of his brow, as your arms curled around him, pulling him closer—closer still.

Nirei took a steadying breath, like he was bracing for impact, then gently tugged you even tighter against him, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. The two of you both had acknowledged that in the future, you'd want a baby. However, you've both been kind of ignoring anything past that.

“I want a baby with you too,” he mumbled, “but... don’t you think it’ll make your parents angry? They don't really like me..."

He was about to say more, but you silenced him with another kiss.

You smiled against his skin, feeling the way he trembled slightly in your arms. You knew he worried too much, especially about your parents—but none of that mattered to you. Not when he looked at you like this. Not when his arms around you felt more like home than anything else. Your parent's were just gonna have to suck it.

“They’ll live,” you whispered. “I love you. That’s enough for me.. They don't get a say in this, they'll have to get over themselves.”

You bit back a laugh and leaned in, brushing your nose against his. “Unless you’re getting cold feet, Akihiko?"

He made a soft, scandalized noise. “N-no! I’m not— I would never—”

You grinned mischievously, tightening your hold around him like you might never let go. “Good. Because I was serious about starting now.”

Nirei swallowed hard, face practically glowing at this point. “You’re gonna be the death of me...” he muttered, but the way he smiled—nervous and so full of love—gave him away completely.

Nirei’s breath hitched, and for a second, he just stood there, soaking in the plan and ignoring the fact that your father might come after his throat. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching your face like he was memorizing it, every little detail that made you you. His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin.

“I love you too,” he said, voice rough with emotion. “More than anything.”

You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling, and for a moment, neither of you said anything at all. The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable either, it felt right for some reason.

Then Nirei chuckled—a soft, nervous little sound. "I, um... I should probably take a shower first," he said, cheeks flushing again. "I kinda smell like I lost a fight to a brick wall."

You laughed quietly, threading your fingers through his hair. "Fine. But hurry up. I'm not changing my mind."

“I’ll be quick,” he promised, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before practically sprinting off, leaving you standing there, grinning like an idiot. And for the first time in a long while, he didn't look like he was frustrated with anything.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ UMEMIYA agreed immediately — almost too eagerly. He wasn’t even sure what came over him; something about the way you asked had him ready to jump at the chance. Unfortunately for you, any hope of keeping things low-key was dashed almost immediately. Despite your best efforts to keep the conversation quiet, Umemiya talked like one of those front desk clerks at the bank with the mini-microphones — just determined to announce your personal business to anyone within earshot.

"Hajime?! Shh!" you hissed, scrambling to cover his mouth with your hand. The two of you sat cramped together at a little table in Kotoha’s diner. It wasn’t packed by any means, but there were enough people lingering around — enough that even the tiniest bit of gossip would spread like wildfire. You could already hear it in your head: Baby out of wedlock? How irresponsible.

Umemiya whined against your hand, his eyebrows scrunching up like a kicked puppy before he pried your hand away — though he didn’t just move it; he laced his fingers through yours and held it there stubbornly.

"I don’t care if people hear," he said, voice loud enough to make you wince. "And you shouldn’t either! Everyone already knows we’re dating—"

"Dating and becoming parents are two completely different things, you moron!" you whisper-yelled, yanking your hand out of his with an exaggerated scowl. You were about two seconds away from socking him in the chest — not that it would do anything besides hurt your own hand.

Umemiya’s grip on your hand tightened, his voice softening in a way that you weren't expecting. He could be such a clown sometimes that you forgot just how serious and genuine he was as well.

"I mean it," he spoke, staring at you as if you were the only person in the world. "If it's with you... I don't care how hard it gets. I'll do anything. I want to start a family with you too."

You froze, heart tripping over itself at the sudden shift in mood. For a second, you didn’t know whether to throw a punch or start crying. But you could tell even now, that this would definitely be a topic of conversation in town. You didn't want that. This dumb ass is always embarrassing you, and yet you wanted to kiss him. Instead, you yanked your hand away again, harsher this time.

"You're such an idiot!" you snapped, pushing your chair back with a screech against the floor. Heads turned — of course they turned — but you were too flustered to care. Umemiya immediately stood up with you, confused and not having a clue what it was that suddenly irked you.

"I don't need you getting all dramatic about it! You don't even know what you're agreeing to!" you hissed, grabbing your jacket off the back of the chair before he could. Your chest felt too tight, and you didn’t know if it was anger, nervousness, or something else. Maybe all of it. Probably just love, love was always hard to understand.

"Wait, just hold on!" Umemiya gasped as he was about ready to try and hug you until you pushed him away, storming toward the door without a second glance.

The bell above the diner door jingled as you shoved it open and disappeared onto the street, leaving Umemiya standing there, looking like he had just been cursed out at in the middle of Kotoha’s diner.

Kotoha, who’d been wiping down the counter, didn't miss a beat. She sauntered over to his table, arms crossed, a knowing look on her face. This fighting man was crazy, he didn't understand his girlfriend at all.

"You," she said, flicking him in the forehead hard enough to make him wince, "are the dumbest person I've ever met. And I know at least three people who thought microwaving foil was a good idea, two of them being your friends."

Umemiya rubbed his forehead, practically sulking. "I didn’t mean to mess it up... I know she asked me to be here to talk to me, I just didn't realize that she felt having a kid was so serious." he muttered.

"Yeah, well, having a kid is serious and you did mess it up." Kotoha leaned on the back of a chair, staring him down. "You can't just throw around big words like that without thinking. You scared her off, dummy. Plus, you need to act more responsible, a baby can't have a baby."

"What do I do now?" He groaned, slumping against the wall, making a scene yet again in front of the few remaining customers left in the diner.

Kotoha simply shook her head before smirking, thank God almighty the two of them weren't actually related by blood.

"First? Get your sorry butt to the store and buy some chocolate. Good chocolate. Not that cheap gas station stuff either. Maybe get her a small flower bouquet too." She straightened up, pointing at the door like she was kicking him out. "Then, you’re gonna apologize. For being stupid. And for making a scene in my diner, by the way."

"Right. Chocolate. Apologize. Got it." Umemiya pushed the door open with a loud sigh, still not fully understanding, but taking Kotoha's words to heart.

Kotoha shook her head with a half-smile as he stumbled toward the door. Umemiya may never understand you fully, or not get on your nerves from time to time, but at the very least, he meant well.

"And make sure to smile after the fact," she muttered. "you're gonna need it."

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ KAJI thought this might be the first time he was truly at a loss for words. He wasn’t one to talk much anyway, but when he did speak, he usually had a way of getting straight to the point. Efficient. Sharp. But now, he was just staring at you—expressionless—rolling the lollipop in his mouth like it could somehow settle the nerves buzzing in his chest.

He had even taken off his headphones so he could hear you clearly. Now, he kind of wished he hadn’t.

A baby? What for? Why? Were you serious? That was stupid. No—he was stupid. Stupid for even being considered. He wasn’t the guy you chose to parent with. Absolutely not. He had anger issues—barely managed to control himself when it came to discipline. The only thing he really knew how to do well was fight, and that sure as hell didn’t seem like a skill worth passing on to a damn baby, at least not now.

He was so quiet—so unnervingly still—that you started to wonder if maybe he hadn't heard you. Honestly, that could’ve been the case. You did tend to talk lower than you meant to, a bad habit really.

"...D-Did you hear me?" you asked, voice cracking a little at the end.

"Yeah... But why?" Kaji asked flatly, pulling the lollipop from his mouth with a soft pop He unintentionally made you want to evaporate on the spot, his words too emotionless, almost mechanical.

"Oh! Uh, no reason, really. Um… shoot, sorry. Forget I said anything."

Shit. He didn’t mean to make it sound like he was judging you. He was just… caught off guard. He hadn’t realized that 'baby fever' was, like, actually a thing.

He scrambled to his feet too fast and nearly rolled his ankle trying to stop you from leaving, catching your wrist before you could walk out. He forgot sometimes that you were a bit sensitive—that it took a lot for you to speak your mind. But you trusted him enough to do it. That meant something.

"Sorry," he murmured. "That's not what I meant. I just meant... why now? I’ve never heard you bring up babies out of nowhere like that."

"U-uhm, well, I just, uh—" you stammered, face practically on fire. "I… it’s your fault."

"...My fault." Kaji blinked, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what you meant. But whatever logic you were hiding behind didn't make any sense. Then he let out a short laugh at your completely serious tone, though it was more so out of confusion than him being amused.

"What did I do?" he asked, showing genuine bafflement. "How is it my fault?"

"I saw you hanging out with some toddler at the playground." you whispered, cheeks burning hotter and looking at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

For a second, Kaji just stared at you like you’d grown another head.

"Wait... You’re serious?"

"... Well, not anymore."

"You wanna have a kid because you saw me making funny faces at some toddler?" he asked, eyebrows lifting.

You flushed, trying to wiggle your wrist out of his grip, though he didn’t let go.

"Y-You weren’t just making faces! You were... you were good with them!" you protested. "You were patient and you weren’t even grumpy about it, and he really liked you!"

Kaji made a low sound in his throat—something between a scoff and a groan—and dragged a hand down his face.

"God," he muttered. "You have baby fever, a made up sickness by the way."

You gave a wounded squeak and tried to yank your hand free again, but he caught it easily, tugging you a little closer instead. Close enough that you could see the embarrassed pink creeping up his neck, just under his collar.

"You’ve been thinking about it this much just ‘cause of that?" he said, eyes flicking down to your lips for a second before snapping back up. His voice dropped lower, teasing, but still a little rough. "Should I be worried you’re already pickin’ out baby names or something?"

"N-No! I haven't thought that much about it yet!" you sputtered.

Okay, you had maybe thought of one or two, but you were absolutely not going to admit that now.

He grinned—smirked, actually—the kind of smile he only pulled when he knew he had you cornered.

"You sure?" he said, leaning in just enough to make your heart hammer painfully against your ribs. "You look guilty."

You slapped his chest half-heartedly, face burning hotter. "I am not guilty," you grumbled, trying to shove him away. He didn’t budge. If anything, he looked way too entertained by the whole thing.

For a moment, you thought he might keep teasing you forever. But then, Kaji’s grin faded a little. He looked down at you—really looked—and something in his expression softened. His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, almost absentminded.

"...If it’s you," he said quietly, "I don’t mind."

You blinked, stunned into silence.

"I’m not saying I know what the hell I’m doing," he went on, voice rough and a little unsure. "I’m not, like... dad material or anything. Probably wouldn’t win any awards."

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing away.

"But if you want that… if you want me to do that with you…" He shrugged, like he was pretending it didn’t mean as much as it did. "Then yeah. I’ll try."

Your throat tightened. You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but the words caught. What were you supposed to say? Kaji made it sound like he'd practically give you the world if he could.

Kaji saw the way you struggled, and to save you the trouble, he leaned in and bumped his forehead against yours with a soft thud.

"Just... don’t start showing me tiny shoes and baby clothes yet," he muttered, barely hiding the laugh in his voice. "I need, like, a week to mentally prepare."

You snorted and shoved at him again, and this time, he let you. Mostly because he was grinning like an idiot the whole way, once again sucking on his lollipop but keeping his headphones off.

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 27 Family Trip (Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu)

You walk like a zombie, you still can't accept the fact Mina has just said.

You say nothing and get on the car, ready to start the vacation. Chaeyoung is sitting next to you, while Dahyun sits at the back.

'Problem solved, Oppa?' Chaeyoung asks. 'You are not looking good.'

“Problem not solved, but I’ll deal with it. Let’s just go shopping, get you something new.” I say as I start the car and begin driving.

'Thank you, Oppa!' Dahyun kisses your cheek as she is happy to get some new clothes. 'You want me to wear that kind of dress, right?'

Chaeyoung smirks, 'New clothing is good, but aren't you want to see us naked on your bed more, huh?'

'You can see it tonight, right Dahyun eooni?' Chaeyoung teases you.

'What are you talking about...' Dahyun blushes and playfully slap Chaeyoung's shoulder.

As we arrive I’ll follow Dahyun and Chaeyoung around until I find something interesting for Mina

Chaeyoung knows you are struggling so she doesn't bother you, instead she goes to see some vintage that she likes, of course with your credit card.

Dahyun still doesn't know what happened, but she can feel you are down. 'Are you ok, Oppa?' Dahyun holds your hand while walking in the mall, 'You should focus on us if we are going out, right? Let's handle the problem later, together. Dubu will try my best to help!'

“Sorry Dubu, it’s just that clothes shopping isn’t exactly the most fun thing for me to do. Especially if Chaeyoung is the one using my card.” I joke.

'Then you should not give her the card.' Dahyun says. 'What do you want to buy? Let's go to see it together.'

You think what you should buy for Mina, and after thinking for a while, you realize that you don't even know what she likes, you have known her for quite a long time, but you still have no idea.

'Maybe Sana will know?' You talk to yourself, when you wanna ask her, you remember she mad about you last night, you may need to cheer her up too.

Damn, woman is just so annoying, you are frustrated again.

“I don’t really know,” I respond to Dahyun. “Let’s just look around until we find something interesting.”

You just walk with Dahyun in the mall casually, try to find something for Mina. Suddenly you hear some cheer from the audience, you walk there and find that there is a dance performance in the mall.

You grab Dahyun's hand and walk with her through the wave of people, trying to get closer to the stage. You finally understand why the man would cheer so loud, Tzuyu is one of the performers.

Tzuyu noticed your bulge, she smirks again and give you a signal, telling you to go to the backstage before she leaves the stage.

You release Dahyun's hand and start to move, 'where are you going, oppa?' Dahyun asks curiously while next group of performers are going on the stage. 'The show hasn't ended yet, or you want to leave now?'

“We should find Chaeyoung, I don’t want her spending too much.” I say in response.

Dahyun holds your hand again and you two leave the crowd, Tzuyu has witnessed everything from backstage. 'Another girl? Funny. He is coming to me if not stop by that girl, who is she?'

You try to call Chaeyoung but in vain, so you directly go to the vintage store, hoping to find her but you can't.

You ask Dahyun to wait for Chaeyoung outside when you go to the toilet, the toilet is empty. You try to excuse yourself, and suddenly Tzuyu comes in.

'I have waited you for so long.' She said while putting the maintenance signage on the door knob, preventing others accidentally break in.

“Tzuyu. What do you want? I’m trying to go to the bathroom.”

'I saw you need some help from the stage, so I am coming to help you.' Tzuyu walks towards and blows winds in your ear.

'Maybe I should help you to pee first.' Tzuyu unzips your trousers and takes out your still semi-harden cock, aiming at the urinal.

'Didn't you see I tell you to join me at backstage? Or do you want your sister to help you instead, I can only recognize her when I leave the stage.'

“I don’t need any help Tzuyu. Now if you could please leave and let me do my business that would be appreciated.”

'Sir, I know you are horny when you watch me dance, all the audience thought I was seducing them, but I am just dancing for you.'

'Seems your cock doesn't agree with you, look how hard it is?' Your cock is back to full hardness again when Tzuyu holding it, Tzuyu smirks and slowly rubs your tip, the pre-cum is already leaking, and she tastes it. 'Let me help you pee first, sir. I will help you for everything, no begging required.' Tzuyu then pushes you in the partition and lock the door.

I grab Tzuyu’s ass “Why pay me attention now?”

'You are the first man that can resist me, although I see you just barely make it, you still make it.' Tzuyu smiles at you. 'My daddy still begging me to let him cum every night.'

'Would you pee first, so I can help you on other aspects?' Tzuyu playfully licks her lips, signaling to you she can't wait for next. Tzuyu grabs your cock and aim at the water closet, making some 'shh' round to help you pee.

I use the bathroom, telling Tzuyu to leave afterward. “You may have an interest in me, but I’m not too interested in you.”

You try your best to resist the temptation and tell Tzuyu to leave. She is still holding your cock in her hands, 'Really? I don't think your cock agrees with you.'

Tzuyu playfully twists your cock and strokes you, soon you feel you are on the edge of the orgasm, feeling your cock throwing in her hands, 'Come on, you want to cum for me, right?' Tzuyu shows a facial expression, ready for you to cum on her face.

I turn around at the last moment cumming on the stall wall. “I think that’s enough of that.”

'Why?' Tzuyu shocked as you choose to cum on the wall instead of her face. 'Seems you like the wall more than me?'

Tzuyu doesn't hesitate to lick your rim and jerk you from behind as you still face the wall. 'Don't you love my work?' Your cock is returning to full hardness under the magic of Tzuyu. You can feel her tongue reaching deeper, and some moan leaks from your mouth.

I push her away, “That’s enough Tzuyu.” I’ll push my way out of the stall pull up my pants, hiding my erection. And walk out.

'Well, I guess I will see you in the office then?' Tzuyu gives you a fake smile and sees you leave the toilet. Once you leave, she kicks the rubbish bin away, she never feels so disrespected by other men, and she takes out her phone to make a call, 'Where are you, daddy? I just finished the performance and I want your cum...'

You leave without knowing what happens, and head to meet up with your sisters, Chaeyoung has already finished the shopping and she is in her new clothes already.

Chaeyoung looks hot in this setting and it has turned you on, your cock is even harder when trapped in your pants, 'Seems you love I wear this, wanna get a try?' Chaeyoung noticed your bulge and whispers to you.

“Soon enough I’ll get more than a try Chae.” I whisper back. “Why don’t we go out to eat next?”

'Let me help you first before we eat, we can get Dahyun eooni to get the table first.' Chaeyoung squeezes your bulge without letting Dahyun notice.

5 minutes later at the toilet, it's still under maintenance. Chaeyoung grabs the sink and lets you take her from behind. 'Fuck, oppa, it's so exciting when we have sex in public.' Chaeyoung breathes heavily as you thrust, you lick her neck and your hands are playing with her tits.

You let her keep the clothes on as you think it's hot, and as expected she is not wearing panties when you untied her belt.

'My little slut love seducing her brother to fuck her huh?' You tease her. 'Look at yourself in the mirror, look how slutty you are.'

Chaeyoung looks at the mirror, 'Yes, I am a slut for oppa. I am happy to see Oppa turned on by my body, ah... Look how horny you are, Oppa...'

I keep thrusting until I feel myself near the orgasm. I turn Chaeyoung around to face me. While kissing her I impale Chae with my cock and fill her with cum.

'Umm....' Chaeyoung moans in your mouth when you cum in her. 'Ah... You promise you won't cum in me again, is the clothes too hot to handle?' Chaeyoung smirks while getting some cum into her mouth to taste.

'We should go now, somebody may...' You help Chaeyoung gets up and ready to leave, but you hear someone is walk to the bathroom, you quickly grab Chaeyoung to hide in the toilet cubicle.

You close the door, just leave a space to peek outside. Tzuyu walks in with an old man, 'Daddy, I need your cum. You ready?' Tzuyu says while removing her dad's trousers.

'I am always ready for you, my baby girl. I haven't seen you so needy for a long time. Ah, just like that.' Tzuyu's dad starts moaning as she starts jerking him.

'Feeling good, daddy?' Tzuyu increased the speed of jerking, and his dad's leg start shaking, 'Oh, my good girl, daddy gonna cum.'

'Tell Tzuyu how you feel Daddy?'

'Oh my dear daughter, it feels so good, Daddy needs to cum... Ah...' Her Daddy shoots waves of cum on her face.

Your cock is hard again as you watch Tzuyu giving her dad a handjob, you couldn't believe it's true. Chaeyoung is jerking you as she feels horny too.

'What are you doing, Chae? They could find us.'

'Keep quiet, Oppa.' Chaeyoung smirks and start sucking you. You hold your breath and peek outside. Tzuyu's dad has finished his orgasm, but Tzuyu is not satisfied.

'Why are you cumming so little for me, did you hook with other bitch?' Tzuyu looks angry and squeezes the cock.

'No no no, darling. I haven't fucked other girls after having you, even your mother. My cock is only for you, My daughter.' He looks in pain when Tzuyu squeezes his dick.

'You know the consequences if you dare to touch other girls, daddy. If my hand is better than Mummy's pussy, why do you need her?'

'Yes, Tzuyu. I only need you, I even rejected her when she wants sex.' Dad moans again.

'That's a good boy, now cum for your baby daughter, would you?' Feel the cock is pulsing in her hand, Tzuyu increases her speed.

'Yes, Yes! Tzuyu. I will cum for you! Ahhhh!' The horny atmosphere makes you want to cum, you focus back on Chaeyoung.

I stay silent and force Chaeyoung to a stand still. Waiting till they leave to continue.

'Baby Tzuyu, you are just so good. Oh...' Tzuyu's dad is laying on the wall, he looks much older compared to when her entering the room. Tzuyu is massaging his balls, and remaining cums drips out from his tips.

The man seems exhausted, 'Tzuyu, I still want to cum more for you.' He gets the little pills from his pocket and ask Tzuyu to feed her. Tzuyu swallows the pills and kisses her dad to feed him.

'That's my good daddy, you deserve more.' Tzuyu kneels down and start stroking again.

The men's cock is hard again and he just keeps moaning. 'Oh... Tzuyu... Don't stop...'

'Wow, that man is already drained, but...' Chaeyoung whispers to you and starts jerking you again. 'Hey, oppa, focus on Me.' Chaeyoung starts to kiss while her hands are keep stroking you.

I whisper back, “Fine, just keep stroking me like that, and stay quiet” I start kissing Chae’s neck my wandering around her body.

Separated by a plastic partition, two couples are both having their time, Tzuyu is stroking her dad, while Chaeyoung is stroking you in the cubicle.

The playful words from Tzuyu's mouth are making the toilet hornier, 'Daddy, your daughter is so happy that she can make you feel good.'

The man's eyes are red, he is just a cumming machine that keeps cum for Tzuyu, his voice is becoming weaker every time he cum. 'Tzuyu... I love it, ah...'

Chaeyoung stroking you faster and faster, while your lips never leaves her body, your hands slips into her clothes to play with her tits.

Your cock throb in her hands, Chaeyoung knows what it means, her hands reach your balls, she leans to kiss you, preventing you to make any noise.

'Um...' You cum your seed on Chaeyoung's meaty thigh, it slowly dripping down from her legs.

You two break the kiss and you turn around to peek outside, there is more cum on Tzuyu's face, seems her dad has cumed a few more times when you are playing with Chaeyoung.

''Please, daughter, let daddy cum.' Her dad is begging Tzuyu. Tzuyu smirks and her free hand go to her dad's nipple.

'Ah, Tzuyu!' Another cum splash all over Tzuyu, but she didn't stop stroking, she enjoys her dad's moan, and she keep her moves.

Seems they are not gonna stop, you check your watch, it's near an hour you two entered the bathroom.

Chaeyoung's hand catches your cock again, 'Seems they are not finishing yet, one more round?'

“No, call Dahyun and make her knock at the bathroom entrance.”

'OK, oppa.' Chaeyoung gets some tissue to wipe away your cum and wears the trousers back. She takes out the phone however she accidentally drops it on the floor.

'Shit.' You and Chaeyoung look at each other. You peek outside, Tzuyu's dad just cum another time on Tzuyu. 'Ah... Tzuyu...'

'Let's continue tonight, daddy.'

'Sure, my baby girl.'

'I will clean myself, wait for me in the car daddy.'

Tzuyu's dad dresses up and struggling walk out of the bathroom, Tzuyu licks some cum and stand up, she looks at the mirror, admiring the cum on her face.

'Come out, I know you have been watching. Show yourself, tell me who you are and I may allow you to cum.' Tzuyu seems don't know it is you watching all the time.

“Stay in here.” I whisper to Chaeyoung before coming out with a laugh to face Tzuyu.

'What are you laughing at?' Tzuyu turns around to check if is it the real you, she steps her legs as she is a bit angry of your laugher.

Soon she resumes normal and turns back to the mirror again, 'So why are you still staying here, I thought you leave already. You back to enjoy the show?'

“I didn’t exactly get to go in peace when I came in here last time. And then I get to see such a cum hungry girl. It’s funny. Especially considering who it’s with, you best be going. Wouldn’t want to keep your daddy waiting.” I say going forward to wash my hands.

'I don't think it's funny, I am just helping my dad in an alternative way.' Tzuyu gets the cum from her face and licks it.

'I don't think you are here alone, Mr. You must come to release yourself. Who is she, Your sister Dahyun? Or your subordinates?' Chaeyoung looks at the cubicle through the mirror.

'Or you just jerking to me while seeing I help my dad?' Tzuyu turns to look at you, still licking her fingers. The sight make you hard instantly.

“I don’t think that’s you helping your dad if you force him to avoid having sex with others. I think you’re just being a brat. Seems like me not wanting you earlier got on your nerves and you needed someone else to get what you wanted.”

'My dad is old now, he can't cum as many time as he was young, so he chooses to only cum for me, as he feels the best when he cums for me, what's the problem.' Tzuyu answers seriously.

'And don't pretend you don't want me, your cock is hard. You try to control yourself doesn't mean I am not attractive for you.' Tzuyu walks over and catches your cock, 'See how hard you are, every man will get hard because of me, including you!'

“Just because I’m hard doesn’t mean I want you. I think that you want me more than I want you frankly. Just go with your daddy already, I’ll introduce you to the team Tuesday.”

'If you don't want me then why would you hard? Just admit it ok, it's not wrong that you hard for me.' Tzuyu starts to stroke your cock without removing your trousers. 'My dad could get some rest on the car, I guess he can't control himself when he see me again.'

'You haven't told me yet, who is with you, let me see who you choose over me. Let me know what aspects I lose.'

“You lose in so many aspects. Meet my girlfriend, Chae.” I sag going back to the stall, opening the door. I look at her, making sure she understands she has to play along and act as my girlfriend for the moment.

'HI, I am Y/N's girlfriend, Chaeyoung. Nice to Meet you. I am sorry that we interrupt you and your father.' Chaeyoung steps out of the cubicle.

'Your girlfriend is cute tho, but I don't think I will lose to her, my tits are larger, my ass is larger and my legs are longer. What aspects I am losing? Tzuyu walks around Chaeyoung to observe her.

'But I guess your girlfriend could not satisfy you so you have to fuck other girls at work, right?' Tzuyu smirks, looking how Chaeyoung would reacts to her boyfriend cheating.

Chaeyoung seems to shock and doesn't know what to respond, 'What are you talking about...'

'Are you sure she is your girlfriend, I don't a girlfriend can act do calm when she knows her boyfriend cheats on her.' Tzuyu looks at you.

Tzuyu's words triggered your memory of Nayeon, the way she yelled at you when she knows you cheated with Momo.

“She’s greater than you Tzuyu.” I kiss Chaeyoung before dragging her out of the bathroom and back to Dahyun.

'Hey boyfriend, is it true that you fuck other girls at work? Include Mina eooni?' Chaeyoung asks.

'Not living with Nayeon eooni does make your life a mess, how many girls you are having relationships outside? I finally understand why she would break up with you.'

“Yeah, it does make life a mess” I respond without saying another word.

'Hey, you haven't answer me yet, did you fuck Mina before?' Seeing you walk faster to avoid the conversation, Chaeyoung chases you from behind.

You two speak nothing again until you reach Dahyun, three of you find a cafe and enjoy the afternoon tea. Luckily Dahyun does not ask you where you two go, but Chaeyoung is teasing her again.

'Oppa just met his friend, and he addressed me as his girlfriend, lol.' Hearing Chaeyoung's words, Dahyun looks at you immediately, waiting your explain.

“It was either that or tell her she was my step sister and we weren’t exactly in a position to say that Dahyun.” I respond.

Dahyun just nods and says nothing, and tells you she understands. On the other hand, Chaeyoung seems to realize the joke is too serious, so she did not say anything again.

You are frustrated after you hear Chaeyoung mention Nayeon, it makes you feel annoyed, your life is not good after Nayeon's leave, but you don't want to hurt her again, so you just pretend you are ok on social media, don't want her to worry about you.

However, you are not ok in the real life. Yes, you miss her, but you are trying to adopt other girls in your life, you gonna move on, but you seem to hurt other girls at the same time, Mina, Momo, Sana, and even Jihyo. You sigh as you don't know what you should do. You can feel the love from them, but you are not sure about your feeling.

The mood of you three goes straight down afterward. Silence is the only thing at your table.

I clap my hands together to get their attention, “Come on, let’s not be quiet. This is the first time we’ve been together in a long time. Let’s go to an arcade and play some games, have some fun together.” I stand up and look at them to see how they feel. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

'Yeah, let's go then!' Chaeyoung jumps from her seat and hold your hand.

'Are you coming with us, Dahyun?' You let out your hand and invite her.

'Of course.' Dahyun hold your another hand and then you three head to the arcade.

'Yah, oppa, how could you get the driving license? You keep crashing on my car!'

'Shut up, Chae. If you don't block my way, I won't crash your car.'

'Wow, Dubu. You can really dance.'

'Wanna join me, Oppa?'

Three of you spend the rest of the day at the arcade to play games together.

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 06 : bad feeling ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : nothing !... maybe

|| wc : 1.1k (real short , sorry gang )

Ever since Peter agreed to hide Bucky’s secret friend, again he still didn’t get why he was hiding you, but he was getting 20 bucks richer every week! He wasn’t going to complain. But, as said before, ever since he’d been sworn to secrecy, Bucky and him have been talking more.

Or, an alternative way of saying it, Peter’s been annoying Bucky a bunch.

“When’d you even meet them?” Again, asking about you.

“Clint’s birthday.”

“Really? I didn’t see ‘em”

“Got his birthday gift from them.”

“Ohhh, you’re the one who got Mr. Barton the flowers!” Peter snapped his fingers and had a wide grin tugging at his lips. “Wait, so.. You’ve known them for 3 months??”

Bucky bit back a small sigh as he grabbed a weight and started to do his usual work out routine as he hummed in response, a confirmation of sorts.

“Then why haven’t you introdu–”

“Peter.” He shot a small glare at the teenager, his eyebrow twitched for a moment. “If you wanna know more, you could just ask them.”

Peter huffed and picked up a weight as well, imitating whatever Bucky was doing. “Well, I want to, but every night they come home from work they look EXHAUSTED. I mean, you’d think running a flower shop’s not all too bad, but I mean you should really see them!”

“Okay, then ask them over text.”

“.. I don’t have their number, only Aunt May does.”

“Then ask your aunt.”

“But you’re right here!”

“And you live with your aunt, what’s your point?”

“Well-” Peter cut himself off before sighing. Fiddling around with the weight in his hand. “I mean, I don’t wanna ask Aunt May, she’ll tell them I asked then it’ll be awkward.”

“What if I tell them?”

“I know you won’t!”

“And why is that, exactly?” Bucky put down the weight and raised their eyebrow in confusion. As well as some curiosity. Bucky is like a lock, only one key can unlock his secrets, and that key is rusted, dusted and thrown away to the deepest dark of the ocean.

“‘cause then they’ll know you talk about them, and you have a crush on them.”

…

At that moment it was as if Bucky was frozen in ice again. He didn’t dare even take a breath. A crush? First of all, what are they? Kindergarteners, why call it a crush? Second of all.. NO. What?! He does not have a crush on you! That’s actual crazy talk. You’re just a friend, like- like Steve, but not like Steve.

“That’s false.” was all he could utter out before trudging over to the next things he used for his workouts.

“Whaaatt? But.. What??” Peter put the weight down and followed Bucky, as if he were his mama duck. Haha, Ducky-Bucky. “You hide them for 3 months, from what I hear from Mr. Wilson, you stay out longer than usual ‘cause of them a-and you pay me not to tell anyone about them.”

“Because I know how much everyone gossips, Peter. Now buzz off. I need t’get ready for a mission.”

“Awh, man.” Peter scratched the back of his neck and sighed dramatically as he started to walk away, like a kicked puppy. “You’re lucky Mr. Stark told me I had to do some extra assignment, or else I’d be here asking you all about [Name].”

“Yeah, yeah, get outta here, punk.” He muttered, almost as if saying it to no one. As much as he tolerated Peter more than some of the other Avengers, he still needed his me time. People were tiring, Especially these people.

–

It was as if time had barely passed yet stayed still at the same time. Bucky, Natasha, Sam and Wanda were on the Quinjet as of right now. Man, how he’d wish to God he was back home. Look, he respected everyone on the plane. Sam wasn’t someone Bucky’d go out of his way to hang out on a regular, but he likes him better than Tony. Natasha and Wanda, he saw the two as someone he could sort of relate to. Natasha being a part of Hydra and a trained assassin for them unwillingly, and Wanda was an experiment for Hydra.

Small comrodaries in trauma.

All things considered though, he’d be doing anything but being on this flight. All that the four would do was beat up some people, find intel on some enhanced people they’d gotten a tip about, and figure out if they’re a danger or not.

Thinking about that wasn’t what Bucky was preoccupied with though, no. His thumbs were occupied by texting you. Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for him to text in his own corner of the aircraft.

florist : we can have a movie night, my place if you want! when you get back?

james : only if you want to.

florist : i’ll provide the snacks if you pick the movie <3

That stupid looking heart did wonders on his heart.

james : how about a comedy?

florist : my, my james! i didn’t think you’d want a comedy! with how stoic you act all the time LMAO

james : even i need a laugh sometimes.

The main reason was ‘cause he wanted to hear your laugh.

“Prepare for landing, gang!” Natasha yelled to the group. Oh, great, mission starting soon. Bucky stood up from the metal flooring of the quinjet and shot you one last text before powering his phone off:

james : mission time. i’ll text you when i’m back.

–

You stared at the text on your screen for what felt like ages. You didn’t know why, but that text made you feel.. Anxious. Worried, all the bad feelings. Sure, Bucky was a super soldier AND an Avenger.. But you knew of the dangers, of the threats. He’s still only human.

But, you pushed your emotions aside and texted back, even though you knew he wouldn’t get it back until after the mission.

florist : goodluck, james. <3

Okay. Before we start, yes.. You may have a small, itty bitty, miniscule, super insignificant crush on Bucky. I mean, who doesn’t? He’s tall, muscular, and a quiet giant. And he actually LISTENED to you. He liked to listen to your yaps, and when you think it doesn’t get better, IT DOES! Because he actually remembers the details.

Bucky’s sweet, patient and kind. Despite the rough edges, he’s a good person. Even if he didn’t think that.

A small sigh left your lips as you clicked your television on and started to drift asleep,letting your anxieties and worries melt away with the old British narrator guy talking about “the three toed sloths” on the tv. Your dreams consisted of darkness, flowers, and warmth.

You were calm in your voided dreams, unaware of what the hell was going on with James.

|| smiles deviously, deviously smiles !!

taglist : @iyskgd , @highhopes1008

[rosesarewilting]

Is that what you want? Do you want me to apologize?

Hah! You've fallen for my trap... That's right. I've tricked you into a character analysis post with angst art. How devious.

OKAY so …I listened to A Neon Darkness. I have thoughts. Damien is such an interesting, insanely well written and endlessly frustrating character, and I honestly went into the show expecting him to improve over time.

I think part of that is that I (a pretty neurodivergent person) relate to his inability to read other people’s wants, and to me it was… really obvious how he could solve his own problems? Despite what he may believe, he’s not the only person in the world who struggles to connect. And somewhat ironically, that very disconnect is what made me empathize with him.

But unlike everyone else in the show, he also doesn’t try.

He wants to have actual connections to people, but refuses to express his feelings or even make the slightest attempt to control his power. He wants to understand others, but refuses to ask what they want until it’s the last possible option. He wants others to forgive him when he can’t even forgive himself. It’s like he wants to want to change, but can’t bring himself to actually do anything differently.

If, at any point in his story, he had taken accountability for his actions, his life could have been totally different. If he’d just tried to control his powers when the Unusuals asked him to, if he’d given any of his therapists an actual chance, if he’d brought Mark to Dr. Bright like he agreed to, if he’d listened when Mark said he wanted to go back, then he could have gotten what he wanted. Hell, he could have solved most of his problems with some guided meditation and online chats. But instead he acts as though he has no agency or responsibility in his own life. He puts all the responsibility of changing his situation on the people around him.

It’s also fascinating to me how close he gets to understanding. At the end of Neon Darkness, Marley directly tells him that using his ability hurts people and that he would have been accepted if he’d put in effort. He has all of the answers laid out in front of him, yet he doesn’t connect the dots because he’s still convinced he’s the victim. This is especially present in the second half of the Roadtrip From Hell. He talks constantly about how violating his own power is… without ever realizing “Oh, this is how everyone around me feels all the time. That’s why no one feels safe around me.”

Damien could have everything he wants, and he’s the only person who doesn’t see it.

[lewismcqueen]

could've been. 2/2

lh44 x black!reader

start from beginning summary: things between you and Lewis escalate quickly, and you learn to become a very good liar. wc: 6k...sigh cw: girl they fuckin a/n: you can low key tell when i got tired and just started saying anything but shhhh. open ending because why not lol

Lewis texted you not long after the party ended. Your phone flashed in the car on the ride home.

Lewis: hey, you seemed a bit uncomfortable back there. 

Lewis: sorry if i ambushed you lol. Just got a bit excited to see you after so long

You stared at the messages, not wanting to start crafting a response just yet. Instead, you looked up at Joshua.

“That was fun,” you sighed. “Nice to see some familiar faces.”

Joshua didn’t have to turn to you for you to hear the self-satisfaction in his voice. “You saw Lewis there, right? I really don’t know how, but I managed to get him on an off-day—more of an off-afternoon, really, you know those drivers—and he said he’d just love to catch up. I didn’t tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise. Did you manage to speak to him?”

Leave it to your husband to answer your questions before you’d even asked them.

You nodded, your mind already elsewhere. “Yeah, we had a…a chat.”

Joshua’s eyes became crescent moons in the rearview mirror, and he laughed.

“That’s great. See? And all it took was a phone call!”

“M-hm.”

You watched trees whizz by, becoming progressively smaller and skinnier the closer you got to your neighborhood. Elbow resting by the window, you let your mind drift towards thoughts of deep brown eyes and tattooed fingers.

One week ago…

Joshua was off traveling for work again, a fact that you were only made aware of after he called you from the airport. The man had apparently “assumed you knew the deal by now”. As evening fell, you paced around the empty penthouse, no longer quietly seething like this morning, but still terribly bored. You’d cleaned the kitchen twice in a sudden whirlwind of restlessness, now spotless and smelling of a cocktail of cleaning products that nearly gave you a headache. There was nothing on television or Netflix; you'd checked. So you decided to give up and hop into bed early. 

You pulled your bath robe over your shoulders, freshly-washed coils dripping water as you sat beneath the heavy blanket, laptop sitting in front of you with YouTube pulled up. 

Formula One interviews had become your bread and butter; it was a comfort to quietly pick apart strategies and post-race analysis, to delineate between who had a good head on their shoulders and who was just bullshitting for the cameras. In the corner of your eye, a thumbnail for a post-race interview  featured a familiar face. 

He looks so different now.

You can't help yourself. 

Neat braids tied back in his usual ponytail, with two loose strands framing his face. Lewis pulls up the collar of his coat to shield from the cold. The boyish way that he tilts his head while gazing at the interviewer brings an old memory forth from the back of your mind. You remove your robe halfway, suddenly feeling too warm. 

The longer you watch Lewis’ shifting expressions—intense focus, then a knowing smile after telling a joke—the harder it becomes to register the words coming out of his mouth. Something about stewarding, said more eloquently than the younger him would have ever been able to manage. He's gone and gotten a nose piercing, which somehow suits his face so well that it feels like he's always had it. You can't tell if the moisture on your skin is from the shower or your own sweat.

A noise outside—a trash can—startles you and you abruptly shut the laptop closed with a sharp clap. As if you were afraid of being caught. But caught doing what? Surely, watching sports interviews was perfectly legal. 

Maybe it's because you realize that your mouth has fallen open while watching, and that your fingers are now beneath the blanket, squeezing and pinching your inner thigh while your other hand gently squeezes your breast. You begin imagining that they're someone else's hands.

I just miss Joshua, you tell yourself. It makes you feel less guilty for reaching beneath your robe and rubbing the pads of your fingers against the soft fabric of your underwear. It's already sticking to you, creating a bit of resistance as you try to slide them off. You only get them down to your knees before running out of patience. You massage two fingers up and down sensitive folds until they come away wet and glide easily. Easily enough to finally slip inside, making your breath hitch. 

When you shut your eyes, you stop trying to imagine your husband’s fingers in the empty bed. 

They turn into Lewis’—first clear of ink before they become covered in tattoos that you want to ask the meaning of—then you imagine his lips. It doesn't take much imagination to dredge up the feeling of them, trailing fire along your skin before sending burning pleasure coursing through your system as they caught on the bundle of nerves between your thighs. He'd be unrelenting with his tongue once you gave him permission. Would he smile kindly at you now, or smirk at how easy it still was to make you fall apart?

Lewis’ soft voice echoes around your head as you inch closer to the edge. The words start out as things he's said to you before. You speed up as the tension in your middle builds.

The more you lose yourself, the more your mind starts weaving together sentences that you might never hear him utter in your presence. Soon, he's talking you through it, breathy and polite as ever as your fingers make disgusting sounds that you cannot hear over your rapid heartbeat.

“You're doing so well, sweetheart, that's it.”

“I missed you.”

“You're so close, that’s a good girl.”

“Let it go.”

Soft moans spill from your lips as your back arches, and you release in waves.

With a clear head, you realize that there's a darkening wet spot beneath you. You hadn't felt yourself squirt, but it seemed you had. With a deep breath, you decide to take another shower. Cold this time.

Present day.

The blue light of your screen illuminated your face. It was close to midnight when you finally decided to reply to Lewis’ texts.

You: you didn't make me uncomfortable, no worries! Josh just didn't tell me you were coming to ‘surprise’ me 

Lewis: 🤣 were you sufficiently surprised?

You: I nearly had a heart attack when I turned around lol

“What's giving you the giggles, hun?”

“Just messaging a friend,” you held your phone close to your chest, even though Joshua was rolled over in the opposite direction under the covers. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“That's alright. Your stuff’s all packed for tomorrow?”

“I've just finished packing the last of it.”

You feel the covers shift as he turns to face you. The moonlight filtering through the window reveals the outline of his face, allowing you to make out a gentle smile.

“Good. We've got a tight schedule.”

You chuckled. “For a vacation?”

“You bet. I take fun very seriously.”

-

You foolishly thought that a trip to Monaco would take your mind off of Lewis, but he managed to find himself invited to nearly every single dinner, outing, or poolside hangout.

Every. Single. One.

You had begun to ask yourself if Joshua was somehow fixated upon the idea of reconnecting you with your childhood friend, or if he just really wanted to be seen around Lewis Hamilton. Based on the number of times he raised his phone to take a selfie with the man, you were beginning to suspect the latter. 

“Another one, mate? Don't you have enough?” Lewis laughed as Joshua grabbed his phone off of the wooden table sitting between the two men's lounge chairs. 

“Just making memories, man!”

Your husband’s arm lowered to examine the photos. While he wasn't watching, Lewis glanced over him to make eye contact with you. He gave you a questioning look. You smiled, and shrugged. Joshua’s shenanigans were just another Tuesday for you. 

“Alright folks, I'm gonna go get us some margaritas. Wish me luck!” 

Joshua rose from his seat and gave a two-fingered salute before turning to leave, making a beeline for the poolside bar. You rolled your eyes, silently begging and pleading to whoever could be up there that he would eventually tire of the cool guy act and take you home early. 

Lewis seemed to be chuckling at something. When you turned your head, you realized that he was watching you intently.

“Is he like that at home?” He asked. He had one hand behind his head, and the other idly resting on a bare torso. It took a great amount of focus not to stare at the ink in the middle of his chest: a compass. 

“Ah, well, he's…definitely calmer at home,” you replied while rubbing your temples. “But it never really stops. Love him, though. What can you do?”

It might have been the sun, but Lewis seemed to narrow his eyes just slightly, his grin faltering a bit. Had you not known any better, you’d say he looked skeptical. He put on his sunglasses and said nothing.

You fiddled with your hands before getting up. “I'm gonna go for a swim before Josh gets back. He takes eons to order.”

Lewis stopped you as soon as you approached the pool. 

“Oh shit, hold on—do not move another inch.”

You froze with widened eyes, immediately fearing the worst. Did you put on normal underwear instead of your bikini and forget? Was there a massive bug on your shoulder? 

He was behind you in a moment. 

“What is it? What's wrong?”

“Your bikini strap’s come undone.”

Relief washed over you. You were still covered despite the string that tied behind your neck being loose, but you soon wouldn't be if it wasn't tied quickly.

“Thank you,” you gestured towards your back. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, what are friends for?”

You immediately regretted your decision. Not because Lewis did a poor job (he tied the string at an impressive speed), but because the brush of his fingers against your skin sent a shudder down your spine. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne—an understated, clean musk today—and feel his breath hit the nape of your neck, making the tiny hairs there stand on end. You stepped away as soon as you could.

“Thanks for…” 

You trailed off as soon as you spun around. Your noses were nearly touching, he was so close. The sun glinted off of the stud in his nose. You wanted to trace the pigment lining the edges of his lips with your finger. Thank God he had his glasses on.

“Are you alright?” Lewis’ voice snapped you out of your daze, brows knitting together with concern.

You briskly pushed past him. “I'm fine. Thanks for helping.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned with refreshments!”

The sight of Joshua’s face had never felt like nearly as much of a relief as it did just then. Lewis glanced between you before awkwardly settling back into his chair, unsure of whether to address what had just occurred between yourself and him, or to greet your husband.

If there was one thing about Josh, he may have been brash and loud, but he was not oblivious. His lips contorted into a frown.

“Everything alright over here?”

You quickly put together an explanation. “Nothing wrong, love, it's just that, uh…Lewis has just informed me that he doesn't drink. He forgot to tell you, right Lewis?”

His lips quirked up in amusement, but he played along. “Yeah, I don't do alcohol anymore. Sorry, mate. I let you buy one for me by accident.”

Joshua looked genuinely shocked for a moment before regaining his composure, as if he had been introduced to a new concept. He shrugged despite the tray of delicate drinks in his hand, million-dollar smile returning in full force.

“All good, brother. I might quit the drinks myself at some point, to be honest,”

He passed Lewis and moved to where you were so that you could take your own glass. “Just not today. One of us is gonna have to take one for the team and down an extra glass, right, honey?”

Joshua winked at you. Caught off-guard, your mouth opened and closed before you resigned yourself to your fate. It was certainly not the worst thing you'd ever had to endure. You smiled awkwardly.

“Sure.”

You were now holding two small but vibrant lime margaritas in both hands, the chilly condensation dripping all over your fingers. You made quick work of them both, prompting a whoop and a fist pump from your husband after you set the empty glasses back onto the tray.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

“I aim to please,” you said flatly before descending down the steps into the pool.

As it turned out, the poolside drinks were a pregame for the a restaurant visit later that evening. You sat in front of the vanity in your hotel room while Josh shaved in the bathroom. Still in your robe, you rubbed shea butter cream between your palms to melt it before slathering it over your arms and chest. You bent down to get your legs when he emerged, freshly shaven. 

“Your skin’s always so shiny,” he marveled. This was the quietest his voice had been for the entire trip. He gave you a timid grin that you returned.

“It’s just body butter. Makes your skin shine even when it dries.”

He scratched the back of his neck, chuckling softly. “I’ve just got my Aveeno lotion in there. You seem to have it all figured out.”

You smiled sadly to yourself. If only that were the case.

It was 8pm, and you were nursing a glass of sparkling water while your husband spoke to (or spoke at, rather) Lewis. Save for the racer, who wore a bright yellow polo shirt, the place was filled with flowing evening dresses and button-up shirts. The men sure did love their watches, heavy metal weighing down the wrist of nearly every single one. Joshua called your name, interrupting your thoughts.

“You haven’t touched your alfredo at all! Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?”

Your head snapped up. Both men seemed to be observing you. Mustering your most photogenic smile, you brushed it off, waving your ring hand dismissively. “Oh, my appetite’s just not particularly large tonight.”

Lewis looked like he was holding back a laugh.

He chimed in, looking at you despite addressing Joshua. “I remember my dad used to take the two of us out to eat after race weekends when we were kids. Didn’t matter where we were at, it was shrimp alfredo no matter what. She hasn’t changed one bit.”

Too late, you tried to cover your mouth as you burst into laughter. 

“There’s no way you actually remember that!”

“You were such a picky eater, it was ridiculous. Remember that one night when you took so long to pick something off the menu to order that the place closed?”

You reached over and smacked his arm, making the both of you laugh even harder. “I did not. Stop lying in front of my husband, Hamilton!”

“Mate, it was after I taught you how to drive in that dirty parking lot!” 

“It's coming back to me now. We just grabbed fish and chips after and went home, right?”

A cough came from the opposite side of the table. Joshua had gone quiet over the course of the exchange. He turned to Lewis with a strained grin. 

“You taught her how to drive? I hope you didn’t have her street racing, my friend.”

Lewis was too busy looking at you fondly to notice. “She’s a good driver. Got her first license the week after. Wouldn't let me drive her anywhere since.”

You twirled the alfredo onto your fork with a half-smile spreading across your face. “The rumors are true, I’m a natural talent at parallel parking.”

Joshua chuckled, “I wouldn’t know, I’m usually the one in the driver’s seat. Right honey?”

Picking up on the sudden terseness of his voice, you made a point of turning to him, giving him full eye contact and placating. “Yes, you're quite the gentleman, love. I do still steal the car to go shopping on the weekends, though.”

“You’re not speeding down the road just because Lewis taught you to, I hope,” 

He looked at the man like he was aiming at a target. “I hear he's a bit of a thrill-seeker.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, unsure what to say to that. Lewis stopped smiling as soon as he caught a glance at Joshua’s expression, quickly turning back to you.

“...Anyway. Speaking of cars,” Lewis carefully changed the subject, “Do you still want a tour of the factory? They’re working on a new model.”

Predictably, the phrase ‘new model’ made your eyes light up as your attention immediately snapped back to him. “Did they finally change the front wing?”

“Yup, side pods too.”

“My goodness, people, English!” Joshua interrupted with a laugh that sounded too obviously forced. “Not all of us are racers.”

Your smile faltered a bit. “Right. We can discuss later, then.”

With an arched eyebrow, Lewis’ eyes darted between you and your husband. He suddenly looked down at his watch.

“Well, it was nice chatting with the both of you,” he announced as he rose politely from his seat, “But I should get back home. Manager’s been blowing up my phone all night.”

You gave him an apologetic look. “You'd better get to it, then. Goodnight.”

Josh gave him a curt nod. “‘Night.”

-

After an awkward dinner, you rode back to your hotel. The car ride had been uncomfortably quiet. Anger simmered in your chest, but it would be impossible to tell Joshua why without making things worse. What would you say? That you’d prefer some alone time with a hotshot racer to him? It would sound incriminating no matter how you put it. In spite of the tense air between you, though, he still attempted to make stiff conversation.

“So…he’s giving you a factory tour, huh?”

“Of Mercedes, yes.”

“You’re really into the car stuff. Makes sense.”

You rested your chin on top of your hand, staring blankly out of the window. “I was planning on becoming an engineer in one of those factories, a long time ago. Changed my mind.”

Joshua kept his eyes forward, expression unreadable. He seemed deep in thought.

“You never told me you wanted to go into F1 specifically. Interesting.”

“Yeah.”

That night you lay awake, staring up at the ceiling while Josh snored beside you.  It wasn’t the loud, obnoxious kind of snoring. More of a low rumbling, like an engine. On your nightstand, your phone flashed with a text message. Something told you you knew who it was. You reached over and grabbed it without hesitation.

Lewis: still offering that factory tour if you’re still up for it

You: I’d love to. I’ll let you know when I’m available :) 

You: Also…Sorry about dinner. Idk what set Josh off like that. 

Lewis: I have an idea lol but I won’t say

You: I also have a theory, but I’m not sure how to bring it up to him

You bit the nail of your thumb. Was it strange to be telling Lewis about the state of your marriage right now? 

Lewis: He's not gonna be too upset if I ask you to hang out with me tomorrow? 

Lewis: It won’t be long. I just want to catch up with you without stepping on any toes 😅

Your heartbeat was loud in your ears. It sounded so innocent on paper, hanging with a childhood friend. But it felt more like plotting.

You: It’s not like he can keep me inside, lol. Where are we going?

Lewis: How does doing donuts in an empty parking lot sound? Like the old days.

A smile threatened to split your face in half.

You: Hell yeah.

-

Josh seemed determined to fill the next day with as many impromptu activities as possible, as if he wanted to keep you from thinking about doing anything else. By the time you finally managed to get all of the Louis Vuitton packaging through the door, the sun was already setting. You set down the last of it by the bed and sighed. You were close to sweating in your velour tracksuit, glad that you had taken running shoes. Josh sank into the bed while still in his shirt and jeans, equally if not more winded from helping you carry half of the bags. The time was now.

“I’m gonna head back out, babe. I’ll only be a couple hours,” you announced with both hands on your hips.

The man sat straight up, running a hand through ruffled, jet black hair. “Why? Where’re you going?”

“For a walk. I’d like to slow down and enjoy the scenery a little.”

You don’t know why you lied, but he seemed to relax. He flopped back onto the bed, looking about ready to knock out for the evening.

“Alright, have fun.”

-

“Oh, come on, you definitely used to go faster than that!”

Lewis smirked at you from the driver's seat. “I can, but I don't want you losing your lunch in my car.”

“That was only one time, Lew. Let that shit go.”

His face softened.

“Back on nickname terms, are we?”

You shrugged. “I don't see why not.”

Like a kid at an amusement park, you screamed with delight as Lewis whipping the car around in rapid circles. He looked serene by contrast, finding solace in the eye of a storm while he spun the wheel and wrangled the shift lever with expertise. The window was open so that the wind hit your face while Lewis drifted. 

There were other little thrills to it, like getting to watch the rings on his fingers gleam as the last rays of sunshine caught on them. Or his thick lashes coming together a bit when he squinted at the sunset. Adrenaline with a healthy dose of admiration. 

Your throat was sore from all of your whooping and hollering once Lewis finally brought the car to a smooth stop. He slowly pulled out of the lot, giving you time to fan yourself off. 

“I missed this,” you breathed.

Lewis had one arm resting behind the head of his seat, steering one-handed as he twisted to watch for cars behind him, earrings dangling with every movement. He stole a brief glance at you, then smiled. 

“Me too.”

The drive back was comfortably silent. Both of you were coming off of the adrenaline rush, and whenever you tried to think of something to ask him, the questions became too many for just one car ride. So you said nothing.

The texts came at the same time every evening for the remaining week of your vacation, and you became an expert at lying. 

“I'm just going shopping.”

“Headed to a museum, babe!”

“There's a lovely ice cream shop just around the corner.”

Driving with Lewis became drifting then grabbing a bite to eat after, which turned into grabbing a bite to eat then having long talks in his car. It wasn't long before he stopped picking you up in his car at all.

Loose curls with fading blonde highlights fell just at his shoulders when he removed his helmet. You carefully stepped off the motorcycle, afraid that you might somehow cause it to tip over.

“How do you like the motor?” Lewis asked, tucking the helmet beneath his arm. He wore a black sleeveless shirt with a silver bracelet fastened around his wrist beneath the usual watch. At that moment, you thought he'd be a shoe-in for an action movie role.

You removed your own helmet and dusted your jeans off. “Fun, but I think I prefer driving still.”

As the sky darkened outside, the two of you got lost in conversation. Lewis aired out his frustrations without needing to worry about how the media would spin it, you dreamed aloud about how you wanted more than just garden parties and small talk. At one point, the discussion turned to reminiscing on Lewis’ karting days.

“Do you still have the helmet?”

Lewis nodded. “It’s in my room on a shelf somewhere. D’you wanna go take a look?”

He led you to his bedroom, surprisingly cozy for some luxury home in Monaco. His walls were covered in candid polaroid photos, minimalist shelves filled with memorabilia. He lifted the bright yellow helmet off the shelf closest to one of the large windows, and gently deposited it into your hands. You turned it in the low light; had it always been this small?

“I loved watching this thing zip past me,” you said wistfully with a tiny smile. “Even if you lost the race.”

You handed the helmet back to Lewis, who returned it to its place. He asked, “Do you still watch me race?”

“When it’s not at 3am in the morning, sure. I try,” you replied, reaching out to brush his hair back. It was out of the blue, but the movement felt like instinct.

He watched your fingers gently tug at the end of a strand until it was straight and taught, then release it so that it bounced back.

“I’m glad you started getting your hair braided. I don’t think I could’ve handled the blonde any longer.”

Lewis laughed. “It was a weird phase, I dunno. I think your braids are even nicer than mine.”

“Oh, stop,” you waved him away with a smile. “They’re all frizzy and grown out now.”

The space between his eyebrows creased, and he gave you an earnest look. “You don't have to be fake polite, y'know. It's just me.”

A pit began to form in your stomach, the awkward display at dinner last week returning to you. You looked away and briefly saw your reflection in the window. Heat rushed to your face at the image of your two figures as he drew closer. The image feels right. Like a peek into an alternate timeline where everything went the way you’d planned.

You really shouldn't have, but you turned to face him. He was close enough that you could count every lash and every pore, and see the slight crease between his brows. His eyes were filled with uncertainty, but he leaned in anyway. You didn't move, just closed your eyes.

The kiss was light, exploratory. Testing the waters. Allowing your lips to part, you seemed to give him permission to explore further. When he pulled away he searched your eyes for any sign of apprehension on your part. He found none, which relieved and worried him all at once.

“Before I do anything even more stupid, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you…love him?”

You sighed. “Lewis, now is not a good—”

He said your name, gently but firmly, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“I need you to answer me, and answer honestly. No bullshit. The man you're married to.

Do you love him?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip.

I like when he smiles at me like it's the first time we met. I love his compliments when they're soft and genuine. I like running my hands through his hair.

But none of these were the answer to the question. 

“No,” you replied so quietly that Lewis had to ask you to repeat it. You shook your head very slowly, and like a doctor delivering bad news, you said it again. “No.”

A stormy expression passed over his features. He appeared to struggle to put his thoughts together, until finally shaking his head and beginning to back away.

“I didn't think so.”

You caught his wrist before he could put any meaningful distance between you, the metal of his watch digging into your palm as you pulled his body flush against yours. Releasing his wrist, you grabbed his face and kissed him desperately, as hard as you could remember how. 

He responded just as quickly, grabbing your waist with one hand with the other sliding below it. A breathy moan escaped you when you felt him tighten his grip, hard hands digging into soft flesh.

A flurry of discarded clothing, and soon you were falling back onto the king-sized bed, braids undone from the bun they had been in and spread across the sheets in black rivulets. The quiet air was disturbed only by your gasps and labored breathing. 

Because old habits die hard, Lewis had left reddened marks all over your neck, chest, and up your thighs. A red dotted map of everywhere he’d just been. He gazed up at you from between your legs while he planted a kiss on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“D’you still remember the first time I tried to eat you out?”

How could you forget?

“M-hm,” you ran a hand through his soft curls. “Can't say you were the best at it, but it's the thought that counts.”

You felt Lewis laugh against your skin, his lips parting to reveal that adorable gap toothed smile, sharp white canines on full display.

“Fair enough. Let me make it up to you, then.”

He sucked on the spot he'd just kissed, letting his tongue dart out to lick it while he maintained heavy eye contact with you. You looked down with half-lidded eyes and a lazy grin.

“Go on.”

Make it up to you he did. He had your legs trembling within ten minutes, having to hold them up so that they wouldn't collapse onto the mattress. He would not let you come down from the high of your orgasm, lapping up the mess you were making with the flat part of his tongue before going right back to stimulating already-tingling nerves. Your stomach already ached from the muscles squeezing so much, your vision speckled with tiny stars.

After a minute or two, Lewis finally let you breathe. The sound of rushing blood in your ears eventually subsided, and you realized that Lewis was snapping his fingers in front of your face. You furrowed your brows to try and concentrate on the sounds coming out of his mouth. 

“...okay? Are you alright? Come back to me, love.”

You blinked once, then twice. “I'm…fine,” you replied, your voice thin. “Better than fine, really.”

You heard soft laughter from above you. “Good to know. You got a bit quiet there. I was worried.”

Lewis’ face shone with what you presumed to be sweat and the results of his hard work, his lips especially shiny as if he'd applied Vaseline to them. They were parted slightly as he released quick, shallow breaths, his tongue swiping over them.

You realized that he had switched on a small bedside lamp while you were still returning to Earth. It cast a warm glow over his features, reflecting in his eyes.

“You're really pretty,” you remarked suddenly, still partially in a daze.

The dimple in Lewis’ cheek made an appearance. “Alright.”

“What? You are.”

“Yeah, yeah. It's getting late,” he dismissed as he adjusted himself to a sitting position on one side of the bed. “I should get you back to your room, unless you wanna take a cab.”

You pouted at him like you were eighteen again. 

“That's it?”

Lewis’ brow lifted slightly. “Did you not hear me? It's getting late. As in, ‘Joshua’s gonna be worried about you’ late.”

You sat up, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the man suddenly regaining a conscience. “Right. I'll see you tomorrow, then?”

Lewis pressed his lips together.

“We shouldn't make this a thing.”

-

“Tell me you love me.”

Lewis’ breath hit the shell of your ear as he held you against the kitchen counter, his thigh wedged between your legs as he plunged two fingers into you beneath your sundress. Gasping, you had your arms wrapped around his neck with your underwear balled up in one hand.

“I-I love you,” you managed to get out. “So much.”

You heard your phone vibrate beside you and made the mistake of glancing at the screen. It was Josh. “Be there in an hour. Pick a movie ;)”

Lewis grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye as he hooked his fingers upwards and hit your favorite spot. “Say it like you mean it.”

Torn between figuring out how you were going to get him out of your room unnoticed within an hour and your rapidly approaching orgasm, your voice was crackly and uncertain. So Lewis made you repeat it over and over again as you finished, hips bucking uncontrollably with nowhere to go.

“Lew, he’s gonna be here in an hour,” you attempted to sound assertive, but it came out more like a whine or plea. “We can’t—”

You bit down on your bottom lip to suppress an embarrassing whimper, feeling his palm travel up your thigh to squeeze your ass. He kept holding your chin, an amused grin playing on his face.

“Can’t what?”

Lewis pecked your lips when you fell silent, giving you a small amount of wiggle room so he could turn you around. “Thought so. Bend over.”

Your dress was now hiked up to your waist, and his pants now hung below his. Lewis had a thick gold ring on his pinky finger that dug into your skin just slightly as he wrapped his hand gently around your throat to keep your head up. Your knuckles were beginning to ache with how hard you were gripping the opposite end of the counter. His other hand was still holding your hips, making sure you stayed where you were and keeping your back in an arch. He had pushed so far into you that you felt him pressing against your middle, as if he had entered your stomach. Once in a while, he’d pull out a little farther just to overwhelm you with the additional force, ripping out raspy, broken moans from the depths of your throat.

In between thrusts, you began to wonder how you managed to get Lewis to go this far with you every time. What was it this time? The way you switched your hips whenever he was behind you, or when you sucked on the soft spot behind his ear after telling him you “just wanted to smell his cologne?” Either way, he gave in like he always did. 

You rocked on the soles of your feet and pushed back into his hips as if it could make him go any deeper, focusing on nothing else but the warm feeling gathering and releasing from deep within you as you came a second time. Every muscle seemed to contract and shudder at once as your vision went white. You would’ve fallen over if Lewis wasn’t still holding you upright.

“Stay with me love,” he encouraged. His own voice became rough, wavering the more he sped up. “Almost there…”

You clenched around him just as you felt something hot release inside you—it wasn’t certain whether or not it came from you or from him. Judging by both the clear and the milky-white running down your leg after he pulled out, you’d finished at the same time, or something close. The belt buckle hanging from Lewis’ jeans made a clinking sound behind you as he pulled them back up.

After Lewis helped clean you up with a nearby roll of paper towels, your legs nearly gave way beneath you as you struggled to slip your panties back on. Your phone flashed again. 

“Joshua gets back in fifteen minutes,” you said breathlessly. “You gotta go.”

He gave you a lopsided grin. “You’re kicking me out? Ouch.”

“I’ll talk to you later. Tonight.”

“Promise?”

You planted a kiss on his cheek. “Promise.”

Just then, the sound of a car honking cuts through the air like a warning signal. Your stomach dropped. You’d know that car horn anywhere. It was your car, after all. Frantically, you unlocked your phone to check the timestamp on Joshua’s second text message. He’d sent it ten minutes ago.

Lewis gave you a worried look. “What’s wrong?”

You began to slip your sandals back on. “He’s here early.”

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Hi there!

This is all I read this month, listed more or less in chronological order. I loved all those fics, read new authors and I was so thrilled about it, found familiar comfort in someone else, tried my best to keep this various and not only Joel Miller (I read a lot of Dieter this month and I never do that sooo. Also welcome in my dreams, Clint Flood, it's been amazing to meet you), as usual I'm still far behind in my tbr. *cries in Italian* Some fics are from my challenge, I listed them here as well because I loved everyone's dedication and I loved those stories. Read warnings and tags and if something is not for you just skip it, it’s simple and it can be done just by scrolling. I'm not responsible for the kind of content you choose to consume, only you are. If you're a minor, just stay away from my blog and this list. Please make sure to give love and appreciation to these authors, they're out there writing and delivering all these amazing stories for free! Reblog, comment, make some noise! Delicacies under the cut, bon appétit!

All my previous recs can be found here.

Edited because I’ve lost a couple of things around 🥲

❥ I feel you - @80ssong no outbreak Joel x female inexperienced reader

❥ The payout - @yxtkiwiyxt I Series Masterlist Clint (Freaky Tales) x f!reader Clint, a retired “tough guy” for hire, gets lured back into the game with a lucrative job offer: one last job for a life-changing payout. $5 million dollars. However, his plans take a twist when he meets you—his new neighbor who makes him question… everything.

❥ She’s a rainbow - @milla-frenchy Joel Miller x f!reader Joel returns after a long patrol and you greet him with a surprise

❥ Due - @cas-readsandwrites

Un named Pedro boy x f!reader

You're dancing with a handsome young man - and you shouldn't be. But is it really what it looks like?

❥ Safety Net part 1 - @gothcsz and @ovaryacted | Series Masterlist Sugar Daddy!Marcus Acacius x BIWOC!Sugar Baby!Reader Marcus Acacius finds more than what he expected on a sugar dating app.

❥ Communication breakdown - @cuppajoel Clint (Freaky Tales) x F!reader

❥ Say Ahh - @mushgloomz // Dead Dove Do Not Eat dentist!dave york x patient!reader (gender neutral)

❥ Did you miss me? - @yxtkiwiyxt Clint Flood x f!reader Clint returns after a week away for work, and you're fucking pissed because he didn't bother to call you even once. But now, all he wants is to be close to you, and he's got that irresistible way of turning things around and getting back in your good graces…

❥ Clint gets cock worshipped - @almostempty Clint Flood x f!reader

❥ Got muscle? - @clubsoft Clint Flood x f!reader clint looks good in his old t - shirt , too good .

❥ Cherry lips - @aurorawritestoescape Clint Flood x f!reader Clint and you have a simple relationship - you fuck each other and go on with your lives. Can it stay that way? What if one night changes everything?

❥ Distraction - @baronessvonglitter Dave York x f!reader You and Dave are finding it hard to forget that one night.. and a chance encounter gives you both a second opportunity..

❥ You oughta know - @milla-frenchy Clint Flood x f!reader after your ex breaks your heart yet again, you ask your dad’s best friend for a favour

❥ Without chains - @604to647

Pero Tovar x Chinese Fem!OC Reader

You help Pero shave in preparation for his journey back West with William.

❥ You ain't falling asleep again - @myownwholewildworld an old man!Joel Miller Drabble

❥ Sunrise - @tateypots Joel Miller x f!reader You love the sunrise, but it’s even better with Joel.

❥ Poison either way - @guiltyasdave Dave York x f!reader x Javier Peña Agent Peña walks in on you and Dave taking a bit of an... unusual break.

❥ Friend zone - @milla-frenchy Tim Rockford x fem!reader an event leads your best friend to reveal a secret he's been keeping from you for years, and you finally find what you've been searching for

❥ Stretched - @mandaloriankait Reed Richards x reader

❥ Little showgirl - @604to647 Modern AU Marcus Acacius x f!reader You do your roommate a favour that lands you in hot water with the head of security at Caesar’s Palace.

❥ Star-crossed - @baronessvonglitter Dieter Bravo x gn!reader On a shoot in Italy, Dieter has one of the worst weeks of his life. Perhaps one unselfish act can turn all that around..

❥ Cerchiamo insieme tutto il bello della vita (Let's look together for all the beauty that there is in life) - @maroonpascal Javi Gutiérrez x f!reader it’s summer and as every year it is time for your annual trip with your best friend, not knowing that this time you will come back home with a lover

❥ Coraline - @tateypots Protective Frankie Morales x wife f!reader

❥ For emergencies only - @myownwholewildworld oldman!jackson!joel miller x f!reader joel has a lil' accident, but you know exactly how to help. or joel cums in his boxers a bit too early and you feed him a blue pill for endurance.

❥ In this world of heroes - @joelalorian Marcus Moreno x f!reader Amid a brutal battle in Florence, Marcus Moreno realizes his heart belongs to you, a fellow Heroic. After the fight, he finally tells you the truth he's kept hidden for far too long.

❥ Chupa mi verga- not his - @stitch-away // tw:stepcest Javier Peña x male reader x Joel Miller the miller's have invited you over for one of their neighbourhood barbeques. old man miller is a flirt and your abuelo hates it

Hungry man (Chapter 2 - God the animal ) - @slimybeth69 dark&sneaky!Joel x unhinged&crazy!reader “…made me think about what it would be like if God the animal bit me with his razor-sharp fangs. God has huge poisonous fangs and he loves to bite people who follow the rules. If you follow the rules, God's going to kill you with his long teeth ; and I love knowing that.”

❥ Lunch in an elevator - Where Marcus met Cat // Part 2 of "The Assistant From Hell" - @baronessvonglitter the story of how Marcus met Cat

❥ Stumbling - @nonbinairyboi Francisco “Catfish” Morales x disabled!afab reader Frankie’s support is necessary when your symptoms flare.

❥ Starstruck - @clubsoft Dieter Bravo x bipoc!F!reader dieter eats his co-star in a field .

❥ I think of you all the time Part 1 and Part 2 - @schnarfer // Series Masterlist Young Dieter Bravo X f!reader Best friends to lovers, to worse.

❥ D X C - @whocaresstillthelouvre Bodyguard Clint Flood x Dieter Bravo x female reader Clint walks in on you and Dieter in a particular situation and decides to join in.

❥ Paying off the debt - @baronessvonglitter Joel x fem!plus size!reader x Clint when your husband doesn't pay his debt, the two men coming to collect decide on a different form of payment

❥ In need of a top up - @tateypots //tw: lactation kink No outbreak!Joel Miller x wife!reader It's Joel's turn for a top up so you pay him a visit at work.

[sgiandubh]

Not really an Ask, just wanted to say I’m thrilled for you that you got to the Con and met Caitriona, though admittedly I’m seriously jealous 😉😊. I too am a BIG fan of Lauren, delightful and talented, and you must check out her podcasts, they’re unfailingly interesting, and fun at the same time! It’s been awhile since I’ve been to Paris and personally I did love the Orangerie, it was lovely! My big regret is that I haven’t gotten into d’Orsay yet on any of my trips, only managed to hit its closed doors on state days and strike days, sigh… I console myself with having made it to Monet’s Giverny home twice and leaving it with the memory tattooed on my soul of the scent of roses hitting me like a wall as I entered his garden!

I look forward to more of your reportage on the Con, AND on Paris! Bisous! 😘😘

Dear Bisous Anon,

How melancholically thoughtful and sweet of you to send this! These submissions are just the best. I don't know, can't figure out and do not even want to know who you are, but keep them coming 💖!

First of all and for all purposes and intents, the Landcon's schedule was grueling, especially for people who made a substantial effort to travel far and wide, in order to get there. By the time we managed to coordinate everybody, Versailles was sold out at the right visiting hours for us on Friday and closed on Mondays (as always). My mistake and I am taking full responsibility for being sloppy about it. And Monday's cruise lunch was deliciously rich, but also tiresome to many, who could have rather used a welcome nap. So, we had to limit ourselves to whatever we could quickly do, which is - I admit - almost a crime and certainly butchering our best laid plans.

The reason I chose the Musée de l'Orangerie is purely pragmatic, since it is compact enough to easily navigate and definitely off the beaten track. It is one of the most poetic places I have ever had the joy to see and it is, of course, very French ;). Once a glass house built on purpose to accommodate the Tuileries Gardens' citrus trees, it is now home to eight compelling late Monet murals, depicting - as you rightly pointed out - the painter's garden in Giverny.

With an absolute focus on the water lilies, or Les Nymphéas:

To me, this is a perfect, deeply introspective place, designed on purpose by Monet himself - who donated his labor of love to the French Government, in recognition of the First World War victory - to make people pause and meditate. Color and light and shimmering shapes are a synesthetic invitation to deeply explore one's own feelings and reactions. I can assure you they are never the same.

The best way to fully enjoy this is very, very early in the morning, with as few visitors as possible. This time we were not that lucky, but I think we still managed to share a special moment there.

Paris being lately a ridiculous mess, because of Mayor Hidalgo's stupid new traffic policy, we were unable to be in time for the Sainte Chapelle. But perhaps that allowed for more compelling memories, who knows?

PS: The Orsay is one of my favorite museums, on par with the Hermitage, in Saint Petersburg. I particularly love the subtle game of light and shade through the huge train station clock glass dial.

Off to take Baby the Lab back home. More about the Landcon - later ;) But thank you for this, Anon - and welcome!

[anyknotrants]

Prompt: Phone call

words: 1627

It was one of those nights again. Running across the rooftops of Gotham, Dick was starting to ask himself if it was really worth it. 

Sure, Red Hood was still a Crime Lord, but he mostly avoided them if anything. They stayed out of Crime Alley, he stayed out of the rest of Gotham. Mostly. It was *** work relationship, that didn’t really work, anyway. Hood still antagonized them, Batman still tried to catch him. 

And they still had yet to find out who’s hiding under the hood. They still haven’t figured him out. Which, after almost three yeast since Hood’s appearance, was quite an accomplishment for him. Not that Dick will ever say that out loud. 

What did change things up a bit for this particular chase, is that it was barely 2 pm, not really a time one would move drugs, but then again, that might have been the point. They all had to leave their current responsibilities and suit up specifically for this. Needless to say, Dick was not amused. 

And if that wasn’t enough, even though it was still early, Gotham was getting darker by the minute. Thick, black clouds obscuring the sun. Undoubtedly preparing for a heavy rain. 

“Hood’s in the warehouse, most likely waiting for us.” Came Tim’s voice through the coms, 

“Enter through rooftops, stealth, don’t engage,” barked Batman right back. They all knew stealth was useless. Hood somehow alway knew where to look for them. It was creepy, and not something Dick really wanted to think about right now. 

Still, for once they did as they were told, entering the warehouse through one of the many holes in the roof, hiding in the rafters, in the shadows. 

And there Red Hood was, standing in the middle of the open floor plan, guns in his hands, but still pointed to the floor, his stance might seem casual to any outsiders, but those trained by the Bat could see that he was ready to attack a second notice. 

“Come out, come out, little bats, I don’t have all day.” 

A moment of silence, before Batman jumped down in front of him. It may not be the smartest thing to do with an armed crime lord, but then again, Hood proved himself to be competent and civil enough not to shoot on sight… anymore. 

Dick, not waiting for permission, jumped after him, standing just a bit behind him to his left. Red Robin did the same, just on his left side. 

By the grunt Batam sent their way, he was not pleased, but also aware that he really didn’t have much say on what they did anymore.

“Hood.” Batman growled, yet did not make any move. Not any visible one. 

“Let’s make this quick,” Hood started, cocking his guns and pointing one at Batman and the other at Nightwing. It did sound some alarms in Nightwin head, but not as loud as they might have been three years ago. Hood was still a bit too trigger happy, but he no longer shoots unprovoked. 

“You get out of my territory, no-one gets hurt and I’ll—”

Obnoxiously loud ringtone started blaring  through the warehouse. It originated from Hood’s pocket, yet the crime lord seemed wistfully ignorant of it. His guns still pointed at them, not making a single move. This was a waiting game, at this point. 

Ultimately, the ringing stopped, if only for a second, before starting again.

Something in Hood’s stance changed. Almost as if he just realized something. Something that didn’t make him really happy. 

“...fuck, I actually do have to take this.” he uttered under his breath. Probably. It was hard to tell with the helmet.

“No-one moves.” he warned, pulling back the gun he had pointed at Nightwing, clicking the safety on and holstering it. He reached into one of his pocket, his gaze still *** at them, fishing out a phone and accepting the call.

“Mrs. Whitebone!” Red Hood greeted whoever was on the other side of the phone, giving all the bats a pause. He sounded… normal. All roughness and anger from his voice disappearing, replaced by normal, if a bit chiperly tone. Suffice to say it left them a bit dazed, especially since he was still very obviously pointing his gun at Batman. 

“I’m really sorry I’m kinda in the middle of….. she did what?” And what? Now he sounded almost proud?? Who was he talking to? Who was he talking about??? 

“Damn, did she win?” Dick resigned himself to understanding anything that was happening. 

“I can’t, sadly, but I’m sure I can call my husband to take care of it.” 

And that— what?????

The clicked away on his phone a bit, still keeping half an eye at the bats. Not that any of them would try anything right now. Everyone, even Bruce, was intrigued as to what was actually happening. 

“Hey, love……yeah no, I need you to go pick up Li from school…..well, your daughter got into a fight…. no, I know she’s my daughter as well, but I’m in the middle of something—.... I’ll cook dinner for the rest of the month…. yeah I do that anyway…..thanks…. yeah, yeah, love you too.” With these final words, he ended the call and pocketed his phone, turning to look back at the bats. Not like any of them really were any threat to him right now. Not with the whiplash he just gave them. 

“Now, where were w—” he started, cocking his gun, but was cut off before he could continue his evil monologue. 

“YOU HAVE A HUSBAND???”

“YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER???”

Tim and Dick shouted at the same time, completely ignoring Batman's pointed look and the gun pointed at them. They both stared with their eyes blown wide. To hell with professionalism, this was big. They need details. 

“Yeah? So what?” he growled, making a grab for the gun he holstered when he picked up the phone. 

“Since when?” Dick exclaimed, his voice cracking at the end a bit.

“Not of your fucking bussiness, but if you must know, two years. Now get the fuck out.” 

“Nope, nope, nope, I need details.” Was this stupid? Probably, but if there was one thing Dick was, it was a gossip queen, and he needed the details. 

“Jesus fuck, you’re supposed to be trying to bring me in, not interrogate me about my lovelife, Dichibird.” Hood huffed out, sounding more annoyed than anything. But to the surprise of all, he actually pulled back the guns, and holstered them. Still kept at least one hand on them, but no longer pointing them at him. And Dick wasn’t about to look a gifted horse in the mouth or however that saying went. 

He also had a nickname for him! That was nice—

Wait.

“What did you just call me?” he asked, letting his voice drop a bit. There was only ever one person that called him that, and that person was dead. Sure, it could be a coincidence, but Dick stopped believing in them a long time ago. 

Hood freezed for a moment, like a deer caught in the headlights. Which was actually the first they saw him like that. And a glowing evidence that it was something deeper. 

There was a tense silence

“You know what? Fuck this, I’m not dealing with this family drama right now.” Red Hood decided, taking advantage of their shock, shot grapple to one of the broken windows and got the hell out of there. 

By the time they went to follow, he was already gone. 

Bruce sent Dick home, saying he and Tim will handle the patrol alone. It was clear Nightwing was really not up for it right now. Not that anyone could blame him. Hood just used his dead brother’s nickname. 

And that was a can of worms Dick was not opening tonight. 

Instead he lied in his bed, trying desperately to get his mind off of Jason. Not that he was really successful. 

After a tortuous 30 minutes, he gave up deciding talking to someone might just help. 

Wally was on a mission with Barry, Donna also wasn’t available, but there was one more close friend of Dick that he could call. 

“Hey Dick, what’d ya need?” Answered Rox after the fourth ring. 

“Hey Roy! How’s it going? I’m not interrupting, am I?” Dicks hot right back, already feeling just the tines a bit better hearing his friend’s voice. 

“Not at all! So, is this a social call or do you need something?” 

“Social call actually. I haven’t heard from you in a while, how’s it been? Is Lian doing okay?” The tiny girl was one of the most adorable human beings Dick’s ever met, and it also helped that Lian herself liked him as well. 

“Nah, she’s fine. Got into a school fight today though. She wasn’t the one to start it, but she was the one to finish it.” Roy sounded way too proud of that. Not that Dick could really blame him.

“Oh? Do tell me more.” Dick got more comfortable in his bed, after all, Roy’s stories tended to be long, and a bit dramatic if you ask certain people. It was also just what Dick needed. 

“Okay so–” Roy launched into the story of how one of the kids was being an asshole, and how Lian handled it. Dick listened to the whole thing. But unknown to him, there was also another person listening in. The one that was in the same room as Roy, preparing dinner, and trying very hard not to laugh at his brother. He succeeded…mostly. 

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This is kinda shit, I don’t care, I wrote this at like 3 am yesterday, too lazy for to read and redo it, deal with it

[hufflezki]

helloooo! could you write for 3rd-4th year harry and reader going on a date in hogsmeade? but they're actually just stealing food under the invisibility cloak and eating it in a secluded area LOLOL thankyuuu<3

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-> harry potter x gn!reader, word count: 742

　　“Where are you off to now?”

Hermione reveals herself—standing in the doorway of Harry’s dorm—asking a very obvious question, though her tone suggests that she might already know the answer. This was the second time she had caught Harry in the middle of sneaking out to see you. Of course, she had pieced the puzzle—that is the two of you dating—long ago. Even before the others did. It wasn't that hard to figure out, especially not when the both of you were indiscreetly holding hands under the table whenever you were together.

And it certainly wasn't hard to figure out the fact that Harry has been sneaking you both to Hogsmeade, using his invisibility cloak. But in his defense, he was only making do with what he has. All thanks to his aunt and uncle for not signing his consent letter.

“You know where.” Harry responds easily, his back turned towards Hermione still, as he picks up his book bag along with his invisibility cloak, putting it around him—immediately hiding himself. She shakes her head, which was more out of amusement if anything.

　　“Well, have fun with your date.”

　　“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And he did. After seeing you waiting in the courtyard, he immediately swooped you in his arms—and inside the invisibility cloak. On the way to Hogsmeade, you hear him ask. “So where should we go to this time?” And, honestly, no matter how many options you had—the two of you always seem to end up in the same place.

　　“Three Broomsticks?”

“Good one.” Harry jests, making you chuckle. Yet again, he couldn't really think of anywhere else to go, which is why he leaves most of the decision making to you.

“Do you ever think Madam Rosmerta notices?” He adds, as you enter Hogsmeade. You shrug, a part of you thinks she does but doesn't give you two much trouble for it. Hagrid does hang out there pretty often. “Maybe. But I don't think she pays much mind.” Harry smiles at your response, squeezing your hand in agreement.

Your dates in Hogsmeade were pretty interesting. Seeing as Harry isn't supposed to be in here, you had to sneak into shops. And while it was unethical, the two of you still end up leaving with food—that definitely aren't yours—in your hands. But, hey, sometimes you leave some little tips when you can remember.

And before the sun could set, you share whatever snacks you both have in a quiet and secluded area, overlooking the town.

Though, sometimes Harry worries that you might not be as pleased as you let on. There’s been several times where he had to apologize for not being able to take you to a proper date. And, well, you had to reassure him that you didn't really mind. If anything, it feels like he really cares, putting so much effort just to accompany you to Hogsmeade. Its not everyday you get treated like such.

“Thanks for putting up with me.” You shake your head, leaning against his shoulder. And Harry finds your hand once again, liking the way they fit perfectly with his. “You’re acting as if you forced me to be here.” He can't help but laugh, now that you put it that way, it does sound a bit ridiculous.

　　“You know I’d do anything you ask me to, right?”

　　“Mhm, I know that. And its a tad bit worrying.”

“Then, I guess, you’d also know that if you ever want to go on those fancy dates, I will take you to one.” And you look at him as if he’s said something ridiculous, but Harry’s expression is anything but kidding.

“I’d let you take me anywhere, and I would still consider it a date.” You squeeze his hand, but he doesn't look near convinced. Letting go of his hand, you turn to him and cup his face. “Listen, Harry, I really don't mind where you take me, okay? And its a bit cheesy, I know, but I enjoy them because you’re there.” Despite how cliché it may be, those were the exact words Harry needed to hear.

Feeling the sudden surge of emotions, he leans closer to kiss you, catching you off guard at first. But when you do kiss him back its sweet and short, sending flutters to your chest.

　　“I don't think we need to stop by Honeydukes anymore.”

　　“Harry, don't.”

　　“I’m just saying, too much sweets isn't good for us.”

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[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

Sam Week 2025: Day 5 - favourite Sam arc / Sam & music / psychic powers

I'm SO happy how this one came out! I think it's my favourite so far :D I feel it's really nailed the tactic I wanted to take of these prompts of coming at the a little sideways/not the first thing you'd think of. Shout out to @aliusfrater - for always helping fuel my Soulless Sam fascination/obsession - and also inadvertently inspiring this fic by including the quote below in an ask response about "favourite Soulless Sam lines".

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"Dean, I am still me – same melon, same memories. I-I still like the same music. I still think about Suzie Heizer . . ."

Creed - With Arms Wide Open

Sue Heizer. “Biology class”, Sue Heizer. Weirdest possible way you could have remembered that, by the way, you hadn’t been in school in years. Front seat of her car. Volkswagen Jetta. You and Dad loved to gripe about “modern cars”. Some things don’t change. My hands were fumbling with her tits, and hers were in my hair and this ring she was wearing kept getting caught in it. And it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Seventeen, ten times more hormones than experience. More than made up for that this last year. I tried to flip us so she was on top, and my foot hit the radio dial. Turns out the very last song you want to hear whilst finally getting to fuck the girl you’ve been mooning over for weeks is one about finding out you’re gonna be a dad. I had to endure that song for the next three weeks, it was at Number 1. I hated it then, and I hate it now. I can’t feel embarrassed anymore - I just think it's cheesy. This was a bad place to start. Let’s try again.

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Digging in the Dirt - Peter Gabriel

Flagstaff. I bought a week’s supply of junk food. Last five dollars from the money Dad gave me to live on two hunts back. The one where dad sent you back after three days while he went lone wolf and you bitched about it every hour of every day until he got home. Funny how fast you shut up the second he walked in the door. You had cash on you, so we used that for food instead, and I squirrelled the note away. And waited. I don’t know why Flagstaff. Actually, I do. You were hogging the TV and wouldn’t let me watch anything I wanted to, and I got fed up, and grabbed the remote while you were in the kitchen, and wouldn’t give it back. And you hit me. It wasn’t the first time, but I didn’t think it was normal yet. The kid at the register in the 7-Eleven was singing along, and he gave me an extra bag of Funyons. Before heaven, I’d hear it and feel free. After, it made me want to vomit. Now? I like it again. Must be all that emotional growth I’m not having.

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Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Bus to Stanford. It stopped for an hour somewhere in Nebraska. Everyone else got off to stretch their legs, use the bathroom, grab a shitty reststop sandwich. I stayed. It was like I was afraid that if I stepped off before we got there, everything might disintegrate; it all felt so fragile. Stupid way to think. The bus driver came back from their smoke break. I remember she smoked the same brand as Dad, the smell, it was the closest I ever came to turning back. She saw me in the mirror. “Mind if I put the radio on, honey?” I knew I was doing the right thing, really knew, for the first time. I used to do that, second-guess things that were blatantly fucking obvious. Guess having a soul really slows you down. It always made me feel strong. Stevie’s voice is still beautiful.

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The Captain and the Hourglass - Laura Marling

You were dead. You were dead, and I was in the car with Ruby. And I had that laser focus that you always found unnerving, although that wasn’t the way you said it, “Sammy’s an obsessive freak” were the exact words. And still, I decided to take the time to put an iPod jack in the car. I’m still like that. Moreso. Sammy got so scared of his own melon, he started agreeing with you on the freak part. I was in the car with Ruby, and she told me she was impressed at how quickly I was learning my powers. And she made me feel in control of myself in a way I never had before. And completely at her mercy. We stopped by the side of the road, and the song came on, and she opened up and vein in the top of her thigh, didn’t give me the option of anywhere else. I always felt kinda felt like running when I heard it again, even though I loved the song. I could never quite place why. I can now. Lack of a soul gives you a strange kind of clarity about a lot of things. You should try it sometime. “He's done with all this bullshit, he's going back to war” means something different now. 

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Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin (kinda)

First gig I ever went to. You and me, and those ridiculous fake IDs. I was so sure we’d get arrested or something, I was fourteen, and the shortest kid in the class, who were we kidding? Should have known you’d found the shittiest, dingiest, divebar in town. Maybe they didn’t care. Probably, they just couldn’t see me through the fog of cigarette smoke. I think they’re still the worst Zeppelin tribute we’ve ever heard, and we’ve probably got some kind of World Record for bad cover bands by now. They’re like roaches, everywhere, and hard to kill. It was the last song of the night and, somehow, barely recognisable. And you turned to me, and you were so mad that they were butchering your favourite song. But the music was so bad, and your face just looked so cartoonishly angry, and I laughed, and then you were laughing, and we couldn’t stop. It doesn’t seem funny when I think of it now, but I remember feeling it. Dad couldn’t play it in the car for months after without one or both of us corpsing, and we couldn’t tell him why. Our own private little joke. I think you forgot about it eventually, but I never did. I didn’t think it was possible to hear it and not feel that asinine, childish joy. Still love that guitar solo.

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Sorrow - The National

The song playing in my ears on the way to die. For once, you didn’t complain about me using headphones to listen to my own music in the car. You’d given me this big speech about how I wasn’t a kid anymore, you had to learn to let me go my own way. Guess this was part of that. Didn’t last, did it?

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