#maybe this is just a drunk thought and when I wake up tomorrow I’ll be like ‘hey what was that’ ahdjfl

[mrs-kelly]

Still breaking down Charlie’s character in a way that justifies my worthiness of his love even tho the crux of our relationship is the realization that you can’t earn love, it’s just given

[f1goat]

more than friends + lando norris x part one

In which your best friend wants to help you so you get more sexual experience, but he discovers quickly that he never wants to share you and your new sexual experience with others.

masterlist - playlist

warnings: smut with a plot or a plot with smut? :) sexual content starting next chapter. minors dni! i never proofread so probably grammar or spelling errors

requested: yes, based on: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things (ofc pretending for it to bot mean anything), while he’s actually in love with her

Lando is holding you tightly when he helps you to get into your car. The two of you did talk about him picking you up tonight, but it’s not even near to the time you agreed on. It were your friends who texted him to come pick you up, since you’re drunk. When he arrived he was quick to find out how drunk you are. Lando lets you lose when you’re seated in his car, he puts the seatbelt around you and walks towards his own side. He’s quick to take his seat next to you and to start the car.

“Oh my god,” you slur, “did you already turn on the seat warming for me?”

Lando laughs about your enthusiasm. “Yeah I did,” he tells you.

“You’re the best friend ever,” you continue to slur drunkly. You make yourself comfortable on the car seat. Lando drives away. He can’t help himself and looks at you whenever he has the chance. He wonders why you’re this drunk. 

“Why did you drink so much?” He asks you after a bit of wondering. He can’t think about any reason himself. Normally you don’t like to drink too much. 

“They kept talking about their boyfriends,” you confess without even thinking about it. The alcohol has made your mind hazy. You don’t think things through right now. “And I felt single,” you continue to tell Lando, “and then I realized I’ll probably stay single forever.”

“Don’t say that,” Lando quickly states, “You’re a catch for every boy.”

“And if I ever find a boy who likes me,” you slur further, “he’ll probably lose all interest when he figures out that I have no sexual experience and don’t know what to do.”

Lando hits the brakes as hard as he can. Your confession made him almost ran through a red traffic light. He looks at you with a confused gaze. Of course he has been your friend forever but the two of you never talk about things like this. He knows you aren’t dating a lot and you’re certainly not sleeping around. But he did think you had lost your virginity once. Now that he thinks about it, he has no idea with who he thought that should be. 

And the most fucked up part is that it kinda turns him on to know that you’re a virgin. It makes him think about everything he could teach you and do with you if you were his. The thought of having you while no one else ever did makes him lose all his sane thoughts.

“See even you think it’s weird,” you exclaim annoyed, “just say so Lan. You’re my best friend, you can tell me that it’s weird. The girls also told me.”

“It’s not weird,” Lando is quick to say, “and if anything, I would say a lot of guys would like it.”

You let out a weird fake laugh. “Nice try Lando,” you say annoyed, “I should just find some random guy to take my virginity and teach me some things.”

“No!” Lando says quickly, “Don’t do that. Not with some random guy.”

“With who then Lan? Maybe I should text all my guy friends and ask them, that seems like a great idea,” you continue with the same annoyed tone.

“Just text me,” Lando says so soft he almost whispers it to you. 

You barely hear him. At first you thought your drunk mind made it up that he said that. But when you notice the way he looks at you, you start to believe that he actually said it.

“You would want that?” You ask him.

“Yes,” he confesses, “I can teach you a few things. If you want to.”

“Deal,” you quickly say.

“You can tell me if it’s a deal tomorrow, when you’re not drunk anymore babygirl.”

Babygirl. That’s new.

+++

The following day you wake up with a massive headache. Lando is still sleeping next to you. You wonder why you ended up in his bed instead of in the bed in the guest room where you normally sleep. Weird. You have almost no memories left from last night. When you turn around you notice that Lando is following your moves in his sleep. He presses himself against your body. Weird. You unlock your phone and read some of the messages from last night. Your friends send a couple messages last night in the group text.

Friend 1: did you get home?

Friend 2: ??? Answer y/n

Friend 1: nvm we texted Lando and he told us you got home safe with him

You let out a sigh and start to type a message.

Y/N: oops sorry girls, I’m with Lando & having a massive headache  rn :(

You open your socials and scroll for a bit while waiting until Lando wakes up. It doesn’t take long before he wakes up. You feel him moving next to you in the bed. Carefully you turn around to look if he’s really awake. You’re quickly greeted by his open eyes.

“Morning babygirl,” Lando says with a raspy morning voice. 

“Hi Lan,” you reply softly.

Since when does he call you babygirl? Your mind switches back to yesterday night and you remember him calling you that as well last night. Weird. You remember him something saying that you would have to agree as well when you’re not drunk anymore. About what was that? You try to remember, but your mind leaves you hanging. 

“How are you feeling?” Lando asks you.

“Terrible,” you sigh, “I barely remember anything and I have a massive headache.”

Lando lets out a frustrated sigh, he hoped that you’d remember the conversation from you two from last night. He wonders if he needs to start about the subject or let it be. 

“You drank a lot,” he says eventually, “Why did you even do that?” Of course he already knows the reason, but he wants to hear it again from you. He needs to know for sure that last night wasn’t a drunk lie from you. 

You think about the reasons why you drank that much. Slowly you feel your memories coming back to you. You remember feeling frustrated when you realized how single - and inexperienced - you’re in comparison with your friends. They talked about their boyfriends and their sex lives a lot, both subjects you couldn’t say anything. You remember drinking too much because you wanted to forget about your awful love life. Then you start to remember the car ride back with Lando.

“Fuck,” you mutter, “I already told you, didn’t I?”

Lando nods to confirm your thoughts. He waits for you to continue. You should remember the rest by now as well, right?

“Oh my god,” you suddenly exclaim, “did I really ask you to teach me those things? Fuck I’m sorry Lan, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Lando realizes that you don’t remember everything correctly. It went different. You were talking about different boys who could teach you those things, random guys even. He was the one who offered to do it himself. 

“It didn’t go like that babygirl,” he says slowly, “I offered.”

You start to remember the conversation in more details now. Lando is right. He did offer. You feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks. What do you need to tell him now? You think about everything that can go wrong when you’re getting involved with him like that. But you also can’t shake off the thoughts about doing those things with Lando. You have had a crush on him for a while, you can probably say that you’re in love with him. In love with your best friend like a real idiot. It wouldn’t be bad to explore everything with him, he’s the guy you trust most. But what if you can’t keep it casual like that? You already know you want more.

“I remember now,” you confess.

“And I’m still offering,” Lando continues, “I don’t even want to think about you doing those kind of things with a random guy.”

“But you do want to do those, uh those things with me?” You ask awkwardly.

“Yes,” Lando is quick to confirm, “It’s not like I’m the most experienced guy around, but I can teach you some things.”

“But what if that ruins our friendship?” You ask him afraid.

“It won’t,” Lando quickly states, “We have to set some boundaries. Like having a safe word for if you’re not comfortable with what I’m doing and about how we will keep it from ruining our friendship.”

The following conversation is a bit awkward, but it’s a good one. Lando tells you about his boundaries, he doesn’t want you to have sex with someone else in the mean time - but he does want to teach you everything he knows. Teach. It even sounds ridiculous when you think about it. But you can’t deny that you want it. Fuck, there’s nothing you want more on this moment.

“So what safe word will you chose?” Lando asks you. 

“How do you see this going?” You ask back, “Do I need to make you a list or something with everything I want? Do we need to plan this like teaching sessions?”

Lando softly laughs. He pulls your body closer towards himself. In only milliseconds he’s pressed up against you. You squirm under his touch. Lando lets out a groan. It’s insane what you’re already doing to him. Your innocence is turning him on so much. 

“If you want you can make a list,” he tells you with a smile, “and if you want we can plan your so called teaching sessions. Although, I suggest to let things happen a bit more naturally.”

“Naturally?” You ask him confused.

“Yes babygirl,” Lando replies, “Can you turn around and face me?”

You do what he asks you. You turn yourself around. Lando his face is only a couple inches away from you now. It takes you everything to stop yourself from going closer. He stares at you and you can’t stop staring back. Of course you already knew he’s beautiful, but now you’re seeing it from even closer.

“Can I touch you?” Lando asks you while he maintains eye contact with you. You can’t find the words to answer his question, even when you only want to say yes. So you show him a simple nod. 

“I need words baby,” he says, “I’ll only do things to you if I’m sure that it’s what you want.”

“Touch me,” you say with a soft voice. When Lando takes a couple more seconds you even add another word. “Please.” 

Fuck if he wasn’t turned on already this would be the moment for it. Lando can’t stop imagining you begging for him - for his touch, his cock and more. He shakes the thoughts off, maybe that’s something for later. If he’s lucky. 

He softly puts his hand on your cheek and brings your face even closer to his. Without giving it a second thought he presses his lips against yours. Softly he presses multiple kisses against your lips. You are quick to open your mouth a bit, hoping that he wants more. Just like you do at this moment. Lando grants your wish. He lets his tongue enter your mouth and starts to explore your mouth with his own. You feel your stomach tighten a bit. 

Why does it feel so good to kiss with your best friend?

Lando moves his hand to your body. He pulls you even closer towards himself. Then he starts to draw figures on your lower back with his fingers. You let your hands wander around his body as well. At first you’re focused on his hair, softly tugging on some of his curls. You love his curls. Lando moves his face back a bit, you directly miss the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“How does that feel?” He asks you. His hand is still placed on your lower back. You want it even lower. How would if feel if he would grab your ass? 

“Good,” you confess, “really good.”

Lando is hand is still on the same place. You almost feel yourself aching for more of his touch. Do you need to tell him? He is watching you in silence. It surprises you that you feel quite comfortable with him watching you like this. 

“You should take a shower,” Lando says eventually, “We’re going out for lunch with Max.”

You send him a surprised look. That was it? 

Lando laughs softly, “Patience babygirl, it’s a marathon, not a sprint.”

You almost tell Lando that you feel turned on, almost. This will be a long day. With a soft huff you get out of the bed and walk towards the bathroom. The cold air distracts you from your feelings, for a few seconds you forget about how turned on you are right now.

“Maybe you can add that to you list,” Lando jokes, “Shower sex. I have never done that either.”

Great. Now you can’t even shower anymore without thinking about Lando taking you underneath the water. This will ruin a lot of things, but strangely you aren’t that afraid for it to ruin things between Lando and you. 

“I thought I didn’t need to make a list,” you tell him.

“Maybe you should,” Lando replies, “I think I’d like a list after all. What if I forget something eh?”

You show him a small smile before disappearing in the bathroom. Lando sighs when you close the door. It took him a lot of good will to stop things instead of going further with you. It has been a while since he has been this hard. He can’t even remember the last time he was this turned on now that he thinks of it. It probably was last summer when you wore that tight bikini.

part two

[inevesgf]

ROULETTE⠀,⠀ george clarke.

synopsis ✩ you film a drinking video with george and the arthurs, which results in you waking up in george’s bed the morning.

warnings: smut, drinking, drunk sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (receiving), hair pulling, afab!reader. basically just really hot and heavy, desperate sex..

authors note: first smut i have wrote in awhileee… hope this satisfies all of you thirsty george girls and anon who requested this. xx

usually when arthur asked you to film a stupid drinking video for his channel , you declined — the idea of going to a random city to get drunk just didn’t seem fun to you. every time arthur hill, arthur and george went out to film one of those videos, they’d always try to coax you into coming. ‘it’ll be fun’ or ‘i’ll pay for your drinks’ just never seemed to work on you — except for this time.

the past few weeks had been rough for you and you desperately prayed for a pick me up. unfortunately, the pick me up the universe handed to you was in the form of arthur hill. with less begging than usual, he had finally persuaded you into being in one of his platform roulette videos. your only motivation to do this was really just to get out of the house. you knew you would stay in the slump you were in if you didn’t do something about it. obviously drinking was not a way to get out of a low point, but being around friends was — at least you weren’t drinking alone.

the night had concluded after an escape room, loud pub karaoke and lots and lots of drinks. you weren’t completely wasted; a slight buzz from the alcohol lingered on you. the mascara smeared lightly on your cheeks from sweating and the smell of guinness on your lips hinted at your intoxication to those near you. when the train pulled up to the station yourself, george and the arthur’s stumbled in, picking an area to nicely pack the four of you into. as george sat in the window seat, you slid in next to him, the warmth of his body next to yours keeping you warm from the cold uk air. arthur was completely trashed as he laid his head against the train window on the seat opposite of you — this action enough to get a laugh out of everyone. “are you okay, bud?” george chuckled, looking over at you drunkenly to share the laugh. arthur did not say anything, he just groaned, closing his eyes. the poor guy was miserable — after loosing a lot of forfeits he had had more drinks than anyone. it made you think about the consequences to your actions. you had fun that night, but the hangover that was sure to come to you the next morning cancelled that out. “dont remind me that i’m going to be absolutely dead tomorrow morning,” you spoke, “this is all your fault, arthur — if the hangover kills me tell everyone arthur did it.” george laughed at your words, lifting his arm up and slinging it around your shoulder. a blush crept onto your face, the alcohol making your thoughts drift somewhere they shouldn’t be. “maybe you spend the night at mine?” george’s words were unsure, the alcohol barely giving him and confidence. “i can take care of you.” there was something so sensual about the way he said it, making a pit of anxiety grow in your stomach.

you had spent most of the night eyeing george. there was something about him that evening; the way his hair laid messy on his head, his smile when he laughed at something funny; that was so captivating to you. even in your sober moments, you couldn’t help but admire him sometimes. the words he spoke sent a shiver down your spine and you could see arthur(tv) smirking in your direction — the words george spoke seemingly catching his attention. “if i won’t be a bother,” you were reluctant, which made george nod. “not at all — your company would be nice.” you shot a drunken smile over at him, a haze of tiredness coming over you as the alcohol caught up.

after a long day of being out with george and the arthurs, you had finally reached a place to relax. after parting with the others, you and george took your time walking to his flat, which was only a few blocks away from the station. upon entering his flat, you sighed, exhausted. george laughed at you, causing you to raise a brow in confusion. “you have mascara all over your cheeks.” as he spoke you recalled examining your face in a pub bathroom, smeared mascara under your eyes from sweating it off. “oops.” was all you muttered out, a small laugh escaping your lips as you did. “cmon,” george spoke, taking your hand as he pulled you away from the door, “lets get you cleaned up.” you held on to his hand reluctantly as he pulled you over to the bathroom. “sit up on the cabinet.” george smiled over at you as you tiredly entered the bathroom. you slowly pulled yourself onto the cabinet, letting your legs dangle over the edge. you swung your legs back and forth, patiently waiting as george stumbled into the other room. he entered back quickly, a small towel in his hand as he got it wet in the sink. “close your eyes.” george spoke as you closed them in response. he dabbed the wet towel on your cheeks, erasing the smeared mascara from them with a satisfied hum. the warmth of the towel on your face woke you up from your once sleepy state. “thank you.” a drunken smile plastered itself on your face. george smiled, locking his gaze onto you. time seemed to go by so slow and after long seconds passed you had gathered the silence around you. “are you okay, george? you’re awfully quiet.” all he could do in response was let out a nervous chuckle. “you’re just gorgeous,” his words made your heart beat fast in your chest, a pink flush bringing itself to your cheeks, “i know im drunk right now, but god.” george let out a loud breath, making your spine tingle as a smile crept onto your face.

before your brain could catch up with your actions; before you could stop yourself; you found yourself leaning into george’s touch. lips pressed together softly as you snaked your arms around george’s neck, letting yourself melt into him. without liquid courage, you knew you wouldn’t have the confidence to do this; this reality would linger as a fantasy in your head. george, without being intoxicated, would never had had the courage to let his lips dance against yours in return — in that moment all his anxiety faded away. you wrapped your legs around george’s waist, tugging him closer, his body now pressed up against the bathroom cabinet and between your legs. george allowed himself to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue tangle in yours as his arms found themselves around your waist. your heart pounded in your chest; the rhythm matching the slick kisses george laid upon your lips. you let your hands travel from george’s neck to his chest, tracing what you could feel of his abs through his tee. his breath hitched, interrupting the rhythm of your kiss before he resumed his once harmonic pattern on yours lips. george’s hands traveled from your waist to your thighs, letting himself massage them slightly as his lips escaped from yours. he placed his lips upon your neck, leaving small kisses which caused you to gasp as he found your sweet spot. george allowed himself to suck slightly at the spot, eliciting a soft moan from you as he was sure to leave a mark on your neck.

your hands traveled back up george body and to his hair, your fingers tangling in his light curls as you tugged a little from the pleasure. the action made george groan softly against your neck, giving him more courage to advance the moment. he pulled away slowly, letting his eyes lock onto yours again. placing his hands at the hem on your black dress, he spoke, this time his tone more husky — sexy — “may i?” an eager nod was what he earned from you as he began to roll up your dress, revealing himself to you in your underwear. george wasted no time before he put himself on to his knees, peppering kisses on your thighs which made you shutter. you ached under the fabric of your underwear, a thin layer only separating george and the area of you that craved him most. with a slow, teasing manner, george began to rid you of your underwear, placing them onto the side. you spread your legs slowly, revealing yourself to george in an eager, yet shy manner. you could tell george was as impatient as you were; his eyes studied your body conscientiously as rough breaths escaped his lips. george placed his head in between your thighs, his tongue licking onto your clit like it had danced along your tongue. you shuttered, a little whine escaping your lips as he let his tongue travel around your sensitive spots, sucking down onto your bud. a ragged moan escaped your lips, causing your toes to curl as shivers traveled up and down your body. george took his time teasing at your clit, letting his tongue run circles along it. it didn’t take long of george’s actions before you began to feel a clutter in your stomach, the high close as you arched your hips into george’s tongue. before you could finish, george removed his lips from your sweet spot, the loss of the feeling making your eager for more.

a pant escaped your lips as george returned his head up to your level, your slick glistening on his lips. you scanned george’s body, your interests peaking as you spotted the tent that had formed under his slacks. george missed his body on yours as he was quick to return it. placing his lips back onto yours, you hummed as you could feel the heat on his lips from your body. george’s hands traveled down to his belt, struggling to unfasten it as he left his lips locked on yours. once he had gotten it off, he rid himself of his slacks, allowing them to fall to the floor around his ankles. now feeling more comfortable in your state, you roamed your hands down to his boxers, letting your hands palm onto his hard on which elicited a moan from george. this action alerted george of how bad you wanted him; how much your sweet spot craved his attention again. george’s hands returned to the hem of your dress, breaking the kiss for a small second to slip it off over your head and on to the floor. you spread your legs again, revealing your wet core to george as he finally freed himself from his boxers. the tension between you two was heavy; george could barely contain himself from thrusting into you hardly. letting the tip of his cock tease against your folds, george lined himself up with you before slowly sliding in. a moan escaped your lips as you pulled george closer with your legs, letting his cock slip deeper into you as you did. again, your hands found yourself tangled in george’s hair, pulling at his curls as you physically begged for more. george thrusted into you almost rhythmically as his eyes studied your face, his lips laying a gap from pleasure. your head rolled back as you laid it against the mirror, sounds of delectation escaping your lips as he fucked into you. with each sloppy thrust, george’s pace grew faster, shooting the feeling of delight through your body. as one hand wrapped itself around your thigh, the others fingers found themselves on your clit, rubbing soft circles around your core. “does that feel good?” he breathed out, a teasing tone you had never heard from george spoke. you bit your lip, holding in loud moans as you nodded. “yes — so good.” you panted out, your mouth staying open in awe. you were overwhelmed with pleasure, soft whines escaping your lips as he payed focus to your clit. his thrusts grew disorganized, signaling he was coming to an end as his fingers danced faster against you. the familiar clutter found itself forming in your stomach again as you reached your high, tensing yourself around george as you finished. seconds later george found himself reaching that same high as he pulled out, decorating his cum along yours thighs. you took time to recollect yourself, fast breaths still escaping your lips as your skin glistened from sweat. george was dumbfounded, his lips still laid open, collecting the pleasure he had just ensued. coming down upon yours, george laid another kiss on your lips, making you feel cozy against his once desperate touch.

the next morning you woke up tangled in his sheets, no clothes, as you remembered the previous nights events more than you expected too. a sleepy, yet awake george laid next to you, a soft smile forming on his lips once he noticed you had woke. you returned the smile, greeting george with a ‘good morning’ as the sun pooled from the window, illuminating your face. “can we do that again sometime?” george spoke, last nights confidence still prominent. you let out a laugh, a reluctant one at that, “please.” was all you chuckled out as you let your body lay onto george’s. george placed his hand on your jaw, turning your head slightly to expose the side of your neck. a chuckle escaped his lips, “well, hope you can cover that up — we’ve gottta film today.” george winked, memories of the loving bruises he had left on your neck coming back to you. you were sure to relive this night with george again; your skin already missing the feeling of his on yours.

[written-in-flowers]

Hi! I really love your Otto-writings

Just imagine…

You (female reader) wake up in the night and someone (daemon / Otto / aegon / aemond) is sitting by your bed... drunk and sleepless…

AN/: oooh I liked this one. I almost made the nsfw route with this one, but I've been feeling soft lately, so I made it fluffy. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Targ!Reader (sister-wife, so incest)

***

The Night Before The Rest of Our Lives

It began with a feeling. Your subconscious mind tapped your shoulder to wake you from a dreamless sleep. You knew the hour was late by the pitch blackness outside, and the stillness of the world around you. Yet, even with your eyes shut, you knew something was wrong. Your body instinctively curled into a fetal position as the strange sensation crept over you. Through blurry eyes, you caught a faint orange-yellow glow of a lantern casted on the wall across from you. Your maids doused the fireplace hours ago, and you’d personally put out the candles. Either someone came back and accidentally left it, or someone broke into your room. But, then you remembered the feast, and you knew who it was. Your body suddenly relaxed, and a smile crept on your face. 

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping, Brother?”

You rolled over to see Aegon sitting at the table slouched in the chair. He wore a vest with the lacings loosened, a long shirt, brown breeches and boots still. You could tell by the pitcher and wine cup, he’d continued drinking long after the celebration feast ended. Hours ago, you and him sat in the grand hall of the Red Keep the eve of your wedding day. You danced, sang, drank and ate together. You both were the young, happy couple everyone toasted and congratulated. For once, people celebrated a happy union, instead of a political one. You’d gone to bed when the feast ended, but it appeared Aegon kept it going on his own. Aegon sitting slumped in a chair with a wine cup in his hand wasn’t unusual to you. In fact, you expected it of him. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered. “Mother was talking to me…something about marriage and duty and honor…”

“Marriage, duty and honor?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, looking into his wine cup, “I tuned her out halfway through. I don’t see what the fuss is all about. We’ll be married tomorrow.” He frowned when he realized his cup was empty. You watched him feel around for the pitcher handle, and focus on pouring into his cup. You heard him groan disappointedly. “You have any wine left in here?”

“No,” you answered, trying not to laugh at him. “I drank it all.”

“What? Without me? Your older brother and your betrothed? Shame!” He let the empty cup fall to the floor and sat back in the chair again. “This time next week, you’re going to have two reasons to respect me.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I’ll be your husband as well as your older brother,” he nodded sagely. He looked around your table to see another wine cup. He reached for it and frowned when he upturned the empty cup. “And as your brother-husband, my first demand is that we have at least two jugs of the best wine in our bedroom. That way, we can get drunk together and then have long, passionate, ravenous sex all night.” 

You laughed at his statement, “So, you’re telling me you’ll only lie with me when you’re drunk?” you pouted and batted your eyes. 

“Well,” he thought for a moment, “Maybe not entirely drunk…Reasonably drunk…A drink-or-two-or-three drunk, if you will.” He gave up his quest for wine, and remained in the chair. “But, we’ll definitely still have wine in our room. Perhaps we can spill it on each other and lick it off.”

This is how you knew he was drunk: he’d speak very plainly about the obscene, lewd acts he wanted to do with you. You sat up in your bed, knees drawn up to your chest, “Why are you in here, Aegon? Mother’s sleeping in the next room, and she’ll be furious if she finds you in here.”

“Psh,” he scoffed, “As if I care. You’re going to be my wife in…about nine hours or so… Why does it matter if I sleep in your room with you?”

“She doesn’t want you ‘impregnating’ me.”

“If I wanted to ‘impregnate’ you, Sister, I’ve had plenty of opportunities before now,” he said. “Like when we went to Lady Laena’s funeral on Driftmark and you let me put my hand up your dress, or the time you caught me knocking one out in my room and decided to give me an extra hand…In truth, Y/N, it’s you she should be worried about. Not me.”

“I’m afraid she does worry for me.”

Your mother, Queen Alicent, made it clear on many occasions that your actions did not befit a Princess. You liked gambling, fighting, and drinking. You snuck out at night with Aegon to brothels, taverns, pot-shops, markets, and cock-fighting pits. You liked living. You hated the stuffy, silent, reflective life your mother wanted you to live; constantly praying to The Seven and living by the moral codes of pious men in scratchy robes. You and Aegon must always be upstanding, respectable, perfect images to comply with the family image your mother spent years curating for the realm. Any time you and Aegon were caught together anywhere, she scolded you both. Princesses are not supposed to get drunk and dance half naked in a brothel. They’re not supposed to let their betrothed fondle their breasts, or stick her hand in his pants as he did so. You did everything she asked of you. You loved her, and you did your best to please her. You went to her lessons, learned the right skills, and played the princess role perfectly. Aegon made it difficult for her, because he’s much more stubborn than you, so you tried being more compliant than him. 

“She purposefully moved into the chambers next to mine to spy on me,” you said. Judging by the night sky, your mother is most likely fast asleep and won’t hear either of you. “She’s been sending that nosey bitch Talia in here to ‘check on me’,” you rolled your eyes. 

Aegon smirked, “I don’t think Talia’s going to be coming in here…”

“Why?” you eyed him curiously. 

He dug into his pocket and withdrew a key hanging from a white ribbon. You both stared at each other and then laughed. “Your deviance never ceases to amaze me, Aegon,” you said, shaking your head and giggling. “How’d you get it?”

“I bumped into her while walking down the stairs, and picked it from her pocket unawares,” he said, twirling the key between his fingers. “They all think I’m a drunken idiot. I used to hate it, but I realize it comes with lots of benefits.” He turned his head towards the door nearby, then back to you, “They all look down on me.”

“They can’t look down on you. You’re a prince. They’re servants.”

“They do anyways. They all act like they’re better than me. I see how they look at me when I come back from the city; how they try hiding their disgusted eyes and whisper behind their hands. I know they whisper about me. They talk about how I’m not worthy enough to be Father’s heir, how I bring shame to our family, and why does Mother even bother with me?” you saw the despondency in his eyes as he studied the key. You watched him slide the ribbon between his fingers, threading it through the hole at the top. “They act as if they’ve never gotten drunk or fucked a whore in their lives.”

“I’m quite sure at least some of them haven’t,” you said. 

“Then they should try it. Perhaps they won’t be so judgemental then.” He continued playing with the key, “It’s why I love being with you. You don’t look down on me. Everyone in our family acts like I’m a nuisance…everyone but you.” He looked back at you, “I can be myself with you.” He hesitated, eyes gazing over your face before he said, “I hope you feel the same?”

“Of course I do, you idiot,” you smiled. “What could make you think I don’t?”

“Aemond.”

“Aemond?”

“And that he’s a better match for you than I am,” he explained. “He’s always reading and training. He rides Vhagar. He…He wants to be king. You should be with someone who’ll be a good king; not a drunk like me.” 

You slid off your bed and walked over to him. Aegon let you sit in his lap to hug him around his neck. “Aemond might be tall, smart, and strong, but he’s also a complete twat. He’s not as fun as you.” You looked down at him, pecking his lips softly, “You’re not the only one they look their noses down at. I’m a princess. I’m supposed to be graceful and virtuous like Mother and Helaena. I learned all the skills Mother wanted me to have: I can play the harp and pipe. I can speak three different languages. I can recite religious texts backwards and forwards, and still, it isn’t enough. I know what they say behind my back,” you twirled one of the strings of his vest idly. “They call me a…” 

‘Whore’. You’ve never touched another man besides Aegon in your life, yet those little rats in the kitchens called you that. Aegon saw the embarrassment in your eyes, and Aegon cupped your chin. 

“You’re not a whore,” he said softly. “You’re a lady…You just like having a bit of fun from time to time. It’s nothing different to what they’d do if given the chance.” 

He put his hand around the nape of your neck to pull you close and kiss you. Aegon’s kisses, while full of wine or ale, sent a comforting warmth through you. Suddenly, only Aegon existed in the world. Your hand went through his silver blond locks, fisting some of it to keep his head in place while you kissed. His lips caressed yours open, and his tongue slid between them. 

“Can I see them?”

“What?” you laughed, your cheeks heated up. “No, Aegon. Someone might walk in here any minute.” It’ll be harder for Talia to prove anything if you’re both still dressed. 

“She won’t. I locked the door behind me when I broke in,” he insisted. His hand left your neck for the neckline of your chemise, “Come on,” he teased, giving it a small tug, “Just a peek? I miss them so much.”

“You’ll see ‘them’ tomorrow.”

“That’s too long,” he whined, peppering kisses on your throat. You giggled at the rough hairs tickling your skin. “Come on, be reasonable,” he continued whining, “I have not touched or come after you for a fortnight. Do I not deserve a reward for my restraint?” 

“Restraint? Mother caught you looking through my keyhole a few nights ago!”

“And I could have walked in and finished you off, but I didn’t, did I?” he reasoned. His expression changed back to flirtation, “Not that you would’ve minded. I knew what you were doing in here, you naughty little girl.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently. “I was in here reading like any normal princess would be after a long celebration.”

“Oh yes, ‘reading’. You were reading that book you bought from the Lysene girl, and touching that sweet,” he licked his lips, “Warm cunt of yours.” He slid a hand on your thigh, your dress riding up with it. “I saw you looking at one of the pages, your legs spread and your hand between your thighs. I couldn’t see much, but Gods, I could hear you.” You shuddered, feeling his bare hand on your thigh, trailing up and down it while he kissed the other side of your neck. “I wanted to walk right in here and give my beautiful wife a hand.”

“But then Mother came.”

“But then Mother came,” he repeated irritably. “Please, Y/N, let me see them. I promise it'll only be a peek."

"Don't you want to make tomorrow special?" You suggested playfully, enjoying his pleading. "It will have been a full fortnight that you haven't touched me. Wouldn't it be more rewarding?" You brushed your lips over his before kissing him. 

"It's already tomorrow," he whined in your kiss. 

"Then you only need to wait a few more hours."

Realizing he wouldn't be getting his way, Aegon left his hand on your thigh and rested his head on your shoulder. He'd drunk his weight in wine, rendering him incapable of arousal to begin with, yet the idea of making him wait longer amused you. It was nice dangling yourself over him, watching him drool for you. He occasionally kissed your neck or gripped your thigh, but he knew you'd never give in. 

"I can't wait until you're mine," he slurred, sloppy kisses down your chest. "Then, I can have you whenever I wish."

"Oh? Whenever you wish, eh?"

"Yes," he said, lips on your breast, "I'd be your lord husband, and as my wife, it'd be your duty to let me have you as I please."

You laughed, "And what about me?"

"What about you, hm?"

"What if I," you pulled his chin up to look at you, "Want to have you as I wish?"

"There'd be no complaints from me, I assure you, sweet Sister," he gave a lopsided smile and kissed you. "However you like," he continued, "Anywhere you like."

"Aegon…"

"I'll be as rough or as gentle as my lady wife wishes," he said. He cupped your breast through your dress, smiling at your soft gasp. 

You shut your eyes as his lips went further down your chest. He hadn't shaved, so the rough hairs on his chin scratched your skin. You liked it. You felt warmth surging between your thighs at the touch of his hand on your thigh. His hot mouth kissed right over your nipple, his teeth grazing it through the fabric. The gentle touches almost broke your resolve, but you withstood it. 

"No, Aegon," you forced him to stop. "Is it even getting hard?"

"Not really," he huffed, resting his head on your shoulder. "It must be the wine…my least favorite thing about it…" he nuzzled your neck, smiling when it made you giggle. "Mother said she's surprised we even waited."

"She must've believed I'd be with child by now. I suspect she worried we'd end up in some sort of scandal that would rock the very foundations of this castle. Imagine it, Aegon," you whispered, "A princess who mothered bastards."

He smirked at your meaning. "That would be absolutely scandalous," he agreed, "So much so that our father will cut out the tongue of anyone who dares to speak the truth, even when it sits in his face, white with dark curly hair instead of dark with silver hair."

Your older sister, Rhaenyra, was your father's favorite child. Allowed to skip about and do what she pleased, nobody was surprised when her three sons turned out to have none of the typical Targaryen features. Even though their father and mother both had silver hair and violet eyes. Everyone knew. People are not blind. You only needed to look at Jaceryes, Luceryes, and Joffrey to see the truth. Yet, despite her obvious treason, your father turned a blind eye to her activities. 

Though, he certainly never ignored yours. 

"Did you see them tonight?" You asked. 

Rhaenyra and her sons, like so many other lords and ladies of the kingdom, were invited to celebrate you and Aegon's wedding. A week-long event of feasts and tourneys leading up to the big day, which would end with a banquet of dishes, wine and cake at the end. She'd arrived from Dragonstone with her sons and second husband, Daemon Targaryen. You recalled how happy your father seemed when she approached, smiling and kissing her cheeks. He doted on her sons, who'd grown so much since you last saw them. Your heart couldn't help breaking. He never looked at you that way. Whenever your father addressed you, it was to scold or enforce a matter on you. He'd simply said, "You look lovely, dear," when asked if he thought his daughter looked beautiful. The sting hurts no matter how many times you pretend otherwise. 

"Don't," Aegon's voice broke you from your thoughts. He took the hand playing with the lace, and said, "Don't. He's a rotting bag of flesh and bones who doesn't even know what day it is. Don't let him get in there," he prodded your temple until you laughed. "You were beautiful tonight. Everyone said so when you walked into the hall." He gave your hand a soft squeeze, "And you'll be all anyone talks about tomorrow…I think…I wouldn't know. You won't let me see your gown."

"I want it to be a surprise," you insisted. You pressed your lips to his again, "Come sleep with me."

"Oh, I'd love to," he smirked, "If only we’re both naked."

"You can be nude, if you like," you sneered back, standing from his lap, "But I'm feeling a bit of a chill. I might keep my dress on."

"You're a cruel woman, Y/N."

You returned to your bed and delighted in watching a drunk Aegon clumsily remove his clothes before you decided to help. While he made several attempts to undress you as well, you managed to navigate his lustful advances and plopped him into the bed. You’d never ever tell him that seeing him naked did bring back that familiar tingle; he’d never let it go if you did. Finally undressed, Aegon slipped underneath your covers and wrapped you in his arms. The coldness of the bed disappeared in his presence, and the emptiness of the room vanished. As the lantern slowly died out, you listened to Aegon gradually drift to sleep beside you. Tomorrow, you’d be in this bed as man and wife. Tomorrow, Aegon won’t be your silly fool of a brother, but your husband as well. One day, if the Gods are cruel, he’ll become king and you’ll become queen. 

What a mess that would be.

[justice4canyonmoon]

harry being all shaky and scared after having a bad dream 🥺 but you wake up because you hear him crying and you comfort him with kisses and stuff

wow, this is the first thing I've written in a long time! Couldn't get myself into the headspace I need to write smut, but I really liked this prompt, so here we are :) It's a bit on the short side, but I think it's quite cute! Hope you enjoy :)

warnings: nightmares, car accident

WC: 641

“Gemma!”

He woke up with a gasp of his sister’s name, hands trembling with shaky breaths. The dream was awful: you, his mother, and his sister were all driving to one of his shows when a drunk driver hit you head on, killing you and Anne on the spot. Gemma had been taken to a hospital, and the near scream of her name that happened when he woke up was when the heart monitor stopped beating. His heart thumped in his chest, and he turned to the bed beside him to look at you, focusing on the way your chest moved with every breath, assuring him that you were alive. 

Harry turned so he was facing away from you, trying to regulate his breathing without waking you. But every time he took a breath in, it was harder and harder to take the next. It wasn’t long until he found his face wet with tears, thinking about the way he was forced to watch the three people he loved most leave the world. He kept his sniffles and sobs as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake you for something as silly as a nightmare. But it felt so real. 

“Harry?”

He felt his body tense, hearing your voice, still thick with sleep, calling his name.

He hummed in acknowledgment, not wanting to speak in fear of you hearing his shaky voice.

“Are you crying, honey? Is everything okay?”

Maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he thought.

“‘M fine, love. Go back to sleep, didn’t mean t’ w-wake yeh.”

He heard the tremble in his voice and knew you would do the same.

“Oh, honey,” was all you said before you wrapped your arms around his waist, “what’s wrong?”

“Just a dream. Nothing too important, that’s why I didn’t want t’ wake yeh,” he mumbled.

You got him to turn over so he was facing you, and now you could see the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You reached up, gently wiping them away with your thumbs.

“H, I never want you to feel like you can’t wake me up if you need me. Whether it’s an emergency or you just can’t sleep, I’ll be here. Maybe sometimes I’ll be grumpier than others,” that got a chuckle out of him, which you were proud of, “but I am always happy to help you.”

He smiled, leaning into your touch, “Thank yeh, my love. Best partner I could ask for.”

You smiled back, kissing the spots you had been rubbing with your thumbs, “Of course, honey. What kind of dream got you this worked up, hm?”

He sighed, dropping his eye contact with you as he struggled not to cry again, “Saw you, Mom, and Gem die in a car accident as yeh were drivin t’ one of my shows.”

Your lips turned into a deep frown, “That sound so scary, H, I’m sorry you had a dream like that. But I’m right here, very much alive, and if you want, we can call Anne and Gemma in the morning. Promise I won’t leave you like that. None of us will.”

“I’d really like to call them tomorrow. It’s been too long since we’ve spoken, anyway.”

You nodded, “Sounds like a plan.”

You pulled his body closer to yours, wrapping one arm around his waist and rubbing his back, while the other moved up to smooth his hair back. You leaned forward and pressed loving kisses to the top of his head, trying simultaneously to provide him comfort and lull him back to sleep. 

Just as you thought you heard his breathing evening out, you hear him murmur, “I love yeh.”

You smiled against his hair, “Love you too, honey.”

He relaxed into your arms, finally falling back asleep, and now that he was feeling better, you could do the same.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Maybe Kurapika goes out drinking at one point alone after a failed mission, his thoughts wander to you as he’s beating himself up. At like 1am you get a phone call from him, slurring his words and asking you to pick him up because the bartender just cut him off.

He’s apologetic, and stumbling, but instead of scolding him you’re worriedly trying to help him into your car so he can sleep on your couch. He’s rambling about all kinds of shit but mostly how much he likes you, how he wants to live long enough to have a normal life by your side, etc.

You set him on your bed instead so he can be comfier while you take the couch, but when you go to leave he’s clinging onto you and begging you to stay so you do. And oh boy is he a clingy cuddler when he’s drunk. He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in your chest (he’s pleasantly surprised to find you went braless- but in reality you rushed out in your pjs because your first priority was his safety.)

He’s passed out on you, snoring softly as you run your hands through his hair and kiss him on the forehead. He knows he’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, but for now, he just wants to feel you close.

(I want to add more but i have to go)

warning: gets a little spicy near the end, Kurapika makes you feel good after you take care of him, also mentions of vomit because of his hangover

Kurapika sighed into his third shot of the night, leaning against the bar.

This was his third failed mission that month, and he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding of his clan’s eyes. If he hadn’t been so stupid, the bastard wouldn’t have been able to escape. Now it would be even harder to catch the man off guard to steal back the eyes.

Kurapika downed the shot and ordered the next, already feeling a familiar warmth in his belly. He didn’t usually use alcohol to numb his sorrows, but today had been difficult.

‘Fucking idiot. Can’t even do one thing right. If you can’t even avenge your clan, how will you ever be able to tell her you love her?’

He bit his lip so hard it bled. Kurapika swiped the blood away, sneering at his own weakness.

It was only after his sixth shot that he was told he’d been cut off.

“Hey man, you’re barely able to hold yourself up, you’ve had enough for the night.”

The barkeeper was kind enough to escort him outside, giving him a cup of water to sip on. “You should call someone to pick you up.”

Kurapika huffed and set his water to the side, pulling out his phone.

He didn’t have many contacts, mostly because he didn’t have many friends to call. He could text Leorio, but he knew he was taking a test tomorrow and would need his sleep. Melody wasn’t in town, and the only contact left in his list was…

You.

He blinked, pressing a clumsy finger to your contact and looking at your smiling face for a second before he pressed call.

You were sound asleep, cuddled up under your blankets when you heard the sound of Kurapika’s ringtone from your nightstand.

It was strange, he never called you so late at night, so you knew it had to be serious. You sit up and bed and answer his call, already worried.

“Kurapika? What’s up?” He can hear the worry in your voice, wincing slightly.

The line is silent for a moment, only hearing the sound of him breathing softly.

“Did I wake you up?”

His speech is slurred, you notice. “I was only dozing. Are you okay?”

“I… can… can you come pick me up?”

You push yourself out of your bed, already slipping on a pair of pajama pants and jacket. “Yes, of course. Did something happen?”

He’s a bit too embarrassed to admit that he’s so drunk that it’s hard to concentrate on talking, but he knows it’s probably obvious.

“Drank too much, they just cut me off.”

You frown, already out the door and unlocking your car. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Don’t move, okay?”

He couldn’t even if he tried.

—————

You pull up to the bar Kurapika frequented, parking before sprinting over the hunched over form of your friend. When you reach his side, he looks up with pink cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“Sorry to bother you so late…”

You push back his hair, cupping his cheek to get a good look at him. There’s bags under his eyes, and as he leans against you, you can smell booze on his breath.

“Shh, it’s alright. Let’s get you home, okay?”

Getting him to the car would be a challenge, but nothing you couldn’t do. He clung to you the entire way, his hands holding onto you like you were a lifeline. Through his stumbling and tripping, you hold him tight, never once complaining when he steps on your feet or leans all of his weight against you.

“Sorry… I…”

His hands grip the fabric of your shirt. “The mission… went bad. I’m just so fucking mad… I want to be done with all of it. All of it.”

He leans into your touch, signing against your neck. “You’re so sweet. So sweet to someone so selfish like me. I’m so sorry. Sorry I’m never here, you’re always there when I need you.”

You help him into your car, buckling him in. As you reach over to click the buckle into place, he pulls you closer, holding you against his chest.

“I’m so sorry. I just… I just need you so much. When you’re not with me it hurts so much. When I’m gone it’s hard to focus… without thinking about you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, looking up to see him staring down at you with those intense red eyes. He cups your cheek, the gesture filled with love and longing.

“I just… just love you so much. So much. I… I wanna be with you forever. Live together. I wanna live long enough that… that…”

His eyes start to fill with tears, the feeling of them dropping onto your cheeks making you instinctually reach up and wipe them away.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright. We’ve gotta get home, sweetheart.”

He lets you go, watching as you climb into the drivers seat. His hand immediately drifts to your thigh, holding onto it as you drive home like if he didn’t, you’d disappear.

You had planned on just putting him on the couch, but your bed would be much more comfortable and closer to the bathroom in case he needed to throw up.

As you once again looped your arm with his, he leaned against you again, this time sighing in contentment as he sniffed your hair. You tried not to laugh, the sniff was so loud.

“Smell so good… like home.”

That made you blush. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

You unlock the door to your home, helping the stumbling man to you room and laying him down. He mumbles something about you looking cute as you grab a pillow and throw blanket and start to leave.

“No!”

You stop when you feel him pull you back by your waist. You can feel his tears soaking the back of your shirt as he blubbers and cries.

“P… please. Stay with me, I can’t be alone. Not right now.”

This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen Kurapika. He usually preferred to be alone. After all, it was easier to keep people at a distance if you yourself were distant, but that didn’t apply to you. Especially right now.

You relent, turning around so you were facing him. “Okay, shh. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

You climb into bed, his hands never leaving you. Once you’re finally next to him, he pulls you close and cuddles into your chest with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. Even when he’s drunk, his grip is strong. You wouldn’t be leaving the bed tonight, even if you wanted to.

As he buries his face into your boobs, he lets out a hum. You’re not wearing a bra, and god you’re so soft.

“So soft… wanna stay like this forever…”

You had rushed out the door so quickly you hadn’t bothered on throwing on a bra, now embarrassed at how content he looked between your boobs. His hands were all over you, cupping your boobs before drifting to your butt, squeezing it.

After he finished copping a feel, YOU could feel him harden against you, the man whining out. “Wanna… wanna feel you. Can…”

You interrupt him by placing his hands back on your waist, gentle but firm.

“No, you’re drunk. Not now.”

He looked up at you sleepily, his face too cute. “Does that mean… we can later?”

You blush but nod, brushing his hair out of his face and planting a kiss on his forehead. “Yes.”

“Promise?”

His lips brush against your shoulder before he rests against your boobs again.

“Promise.”

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, his tears drying up replaced with a wistful smile. It’s the first time in years he’s been able to sleep so soundly.

You sigh, running a finger through his hair. It’s stringy, with dead ends. He hadn’t been taking care of himself again. You knew you’d have to talk about that in the morning, along with…

Your heart races as you think about his words. He loves you? You of all people? There truly wasn’t anything special about you. You were a plain girl that had just been lucky enough to meet him and the others during the Hunter exam.

As you look at the alarm clock, you realize you’ll have to cancel the plans you made with Gon and Killua tomorrow to take care of Kurapika in the morning. He didn’t drink often, but when he did he’d be sick for at least a day. He didn’t tolerate alcohol well, at least according to Leorio.

You find sleep soon after you text Killua that you don’t be able to make it tomorrow.

—————

You wake up to the sound of someone emptying their guts in your bathroom. Although sleepy, you jump up and rush in, quickly pulling back Kurapika’s hair as he vomited up all of his stomach contents.

“Sorry… sorry you have to see me like-“

He was interrupted by another round of vomiting, coughing into the toilet.

“Like this…”

When he could only dry heave, you pulled his hair into a ponytail and flushed the toilet, sitting him down on the toilet lid. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You leave and grab a bottle of water, some Pepto-Bismol, and a wet rag.

After giving him his medicine and wiping the remaining throw up from his mouth, you let him take a few sips of water, scolding him when he gulped it down too fast.

“Slow down, you’re gonna throw up again.”

“… sorry…”

You frown. He was apologizing a lot and refusing to make eye contact. “Don’t apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

He finally met your eye, his face flushed. From a fever, or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell.

“But… I made you come get me in the middle of the night, and… and said a lot of stuff… and now you have to take c-“

You shush him by pulling his face into your chest, patting his pack soothingly.

“You aren’t and will never be a bother to me. I don’t care if you’re just lonely, I will ALWAYS come to get you. You’re important to me I…”

She pulled away, cupping his cheek.

“I love you too.”

He barely held himself back from kissing you, knowing he probably tasted like vomit, but held you close to him. “I love you so much. So so much. I’ll do better, be so much better. All for you.”

“I know, I know. Shh, let’s get you back in bed. I’ll make some soup, okay?”

You kiss his forehead and lay him back in bed to rest. Even though he was nauseous, Kurapika had never felt happier. His heart was soaring, beating against his chest so hard he thought it would break through his ribs.

Your kindness knew no bounds. As you spoon fed him soup, he couldn’t help but pull you into his lap. All he wanted was to hold you. You were his now, after all. Can’t he hold you all he wants?

“Kurapika!” you giggle out, slipping from his arms to set down his soup.

“Mmm… still no bra, huh?”

This causes you to pause. You can feel his hands slipping under your shirt to cup your boobs, looking up at you with lust filled eyes.

“H-hey!”

He tilts his head. “I’m not drunk anymore, you know. Promised I could touch you later…”

He pulls up your shirt, your nipples instantly hardening under the cool air. “Sweetheart, I have to-“

He silences you by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp out. His other hand slips into your panties, instantly rubbing circles into your clit.

“Always taking care of me. Why don’t you let me make you feel good, hmm?”

His touch is like magic, making you come undone on his fingers much quicker than you could ever do for yourself. It’s a bit embarrassing how fast you cum, but he doesn’t mind.

Kurapika licks up your juices and pulls you in for a kiss.

“My sweet girl. I promise I will never stop loving you. I’m yours, forever and ever.”

And you know he’s not lying, when he looks at you with those pretty red eyes. You know he loves you, more than anything.

And you love him too.

[miserable-sarah]

I Don't Really Give a Shit What You Want

18+

Pairing: Chris x Reader 

Warnings: Rough sex, smut, language, choking, Sub (Reader) X Dom (Chris), Daddy kink

Summary: Chris pisses you off so you give him the silent treatment, he does not like this and makes you say his name. 

****

You angrily hung up the phone with Chris. He promised that he would be home at a normal time to spend some alone time with you but once again he’s going to be late because he’s just so busy. You’re just starting to feel like everything comes before you and it’s frustrating. You gave up a normal life to be with him and he can’t even give you a couple hours of attention. 

It was already 8 P.M. you decided to shower and then lay in bed. After you got out of the shower you put on silk shorts and a small tank top to be comfortable. You laid down on the side of your bed waiting for Chris to come home. You really just wanted to go to bed but you know you couldn’t until he came home just to make sure he was okay. You leave the light off and TV off to give the impression that you are sleeping. 

You finally hear the door open, you quickly look at the time it’s 10:30. You feel anger bubble up in you but you decide to let it go for the night not wanting an argument. You’re really feeling that you made a mistake, maybe you just aren’t cut out for this life, maybe you should leave so someone else who understands this busy life can be with him and stop arguing with him. You’re pretty sure it makes him feel like shit when you get mad at him. You sniffle trying to hold back a sob. You hear the bedroom door creak open. You hear him bump into some shit and giggle. Is this bitch drunk right now? 

Chris turns his side lamp on, you stay on your side so he doesn’t see you’re awake. You can hear him take off his clothes and go into the bathroom. You lay there defeated, he really went out instead of coming home to you. Chris comes out of the bathroom and gets into bed. You feel him moving around before he comes behind you spooning you. 

“Sorry I came home so late tonight. I love you, I’ll be home all day tomorrow. I promise.” He whispers in your ear, he either knows you’re awake or he’s just hoping you are. You roll your eyes at his promise, just like every other one he breaks it. You don’t say anything back, you just shift your weight and close your eyes. Chris still holds onto you and falls asleep. 

The next morning you wake up before Chris. You get up off the bed and head to the bathroom, you get ready for the day. 

“Hey babe, I need to get in there” Chris says through the door. You’re still really upset from last night, you’re feeling really down.

“Okay” you mumble as you finish brushing your hair. You open the door and walk right past him, you go into the kitchen and start coffee for you both. Even though you’re upset you still love and care for him. You lean against the counter spacing out just thinking of everything. 

“You okay?” Chris asks standing right in front of you, you didn’t even notice. You just nod your head. “What was upstairs all about?” He asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee, he pours you one as well. 

“What do you mean?” You ask confused. 

“I tried to kiss you and you totally blew me off” He says he looks kind of hurt 

“Oh I don’t know, I guess I didn't notice.” You say shrugging your shoulders. 

“Well” Chris says, grabbing onto your hips, his face is inches from yours, you feel a familiar happiness and butterflies. You give him a little smile. Chris slowly brings his head down so he can kiss you. You melt as soon as his lips touch yours. You wrap your hands around his neck, one hand playing in his hair. 

“I’ve missed this” You say to him softly 

“So have I” He says lifting you up, placing you on the counter, you spread your legs open so he can stand in between them. Chris grabs the back of your neck pushing your head forward for a kiss, you love it when he is rough. You instantly get turned on and forget about any negative thought you had. Chris moved his hands down to your thighs lightly rubbing them, lifting up your silk shorts getting closer to your heat. You let out a little moan in the kiss, Chris took that as a sign to not stop. He picks you up and backs you against the kitchen wall, you let out a little squeal and a giggle. 

Chris looks at you “I love you so much” he says, making you feel 10 times better. He comes for another kiss, a good passionate one, he removes your shorts with one hand, his other hand still holding you up, you have your legs wrapped around his waist. He decides to go to the living room couch to make it easier. He drops you on the couch and climbs over you. You feel up and down his chest, you’re always amazed at how buff he is. You move your hands down to his belt very eager to get this going. While you do that Chris moves your thong to the side, his fingers just barely brushing your clit. You bite your lip and look at him. 

“You want me to finger this pussy?” He asks smirking at you already knowing how wet you are for him. 

“Yes. Please.” you moan. You finally get his belt undone, you pull his pants down a little. Then his phone rings. You sigh heavily and throw your head back as everything stops. 

“I have to answer, I still need to work even if I’m working from home” He says, he goes and gets his phone. He stands in front of you and brings his fingers to his lips telling you to be quiet. You bite your lip and nod. He answers the phone sitting next to you, he slides you up and holds your legs apart, his fingers plunge into you. You cover your mouth so you don’t moan. His fingers slide in and out of you, he’s paying more attention to you than the phone call. He looks you in the eyes watching your every move, you look back at him to let him know you’re enjoying it. 

He starts to rub your clit with his thumb, you let your head fall back. He is amazing with his fingers. Suddenly he stops, he looks at you and sighs. “Yeah i’ll come in” you hear him say. You look at him shocked getting up. You quickly put your shorts back on and fold your arms across your chest pissed. “Okay, see you soon.” he says hanging up 

“You’re joking.” you say that's all you could say. Chris paces around the house trying to get his shit together 

“What am I supposed to do? I gotta work Y/n '' he says, getting just as aggravated as you. 

“Chris, you're gone all the time. You never come home when you say you will. You never stick to any of your promises. Like what am I to you? Just someone who’s here when YOU want them? What about what I want?” You say honestly Chris just looks at you and rolls his eyes. 

“Please” he scoffs. “I have to work to take of you, this house, me, everything else” he explains with deep attitude, probably because you’re both mad he has to go in and you’re both deeply sexually fustrated. You both weren’t thinking clearly though so you both exploded at each other. 

“You never take any time off Chris! Like just” You pause as he walks to the door “What about me, what about what I want?” You ask sincerely 

“I don’t really give a shit what you want.” He says cold and walks out the door. Your mouth drops to the floor, he’s never been so cold with you. You stand there a few seconds, shocked, you get your head together, you were just so pissed and horny all you wanted to do was run to him, jump on him, and make up in a good way. Obviously that won’t happen though. You walk around the house just cleaning some stuff up and getting yourself cleaned up. 

***

It’s 6 P.M. Chris has sent you multiple texts apologizing for today, he’s also called a lot but you ignored them all. You just really don’t want to talk to him right now. You finally get done with dinner, you get yourself some and sit in front of the TV watching your favorite show. You get another text from Chris saying he’s on his way home. You again ignore it. 

A couple minutes later Chris comes through the door, “Hey baby” He says giving you a kiss on top of your head. You don’t say anything “Did you cook dinner?” He asks you and you still don’t answer. You get up and walk into the kitchen to put your dishes in the dishwasher. “Are you really just not going to talk to me?” He sounds angry. You don’t even make eye contact with him, you just walk back into the living room and sit on the couch turning up the volume on the tv. Chris stands in front of you scoffing. “Okay” he says, shaking his head walking away. You smirk at yourself kind of enjoying this as bad as it sounds. 

***

Chris has been trying to talk to you most of the night. You’ve done a good job ignoring him. He just really pissed you off saying he doesn’t give a shit what you want because it really does feel like that sometimes. You’re leaned up against the counter listening to Chris bitch about you not talking to him. 

“Why won’t you talk to me? How do you think it makes me feel-” You cut him off 

“I don’t really give a shit how you feel” You say, mocking him from earlier. That was the last straw for Chris. He came over to you with a growl before you knew it you were pushed against the counter hands behind your back. Your face was pressed against the cold counter sending a shock throughout your body, you gasped confused how you even got like this so fast. 

“So you want to ignore me. Huh?” he asks his lips right against your ear. You hear him fumbling with his belt. You’re very turned on at the moment your brain is being scrambled. You feel his hands sliding down your leggings and thong. “I’m going to make you scream my name.” You accidently let out a moan, you were trying to keep them in so he doesn’t win but it’s so hard. 

Chris leans against you, his chest on your back, one hand covers your mouth while the other aggressively rubs your clit. You close your eyes tightly. He knows you love when he covers your mouth, you love when he has full control over you. He slowly enters 2 fingers inside you, he pumps them in and out of you, he curls his fingers making sure to hit your G-spot. The only noise is the wet sounds from you and your muffled moans and screams. Chris is whispering dirty things in your ear making you even more turned on. You can feel yourself getting close. Your walls clench around his fingers giving him a hint you’re going to cum. 

“You wanna cum on my fingers?” He asks, your moans are loud, your arms are trapped between his chest and your back, his fingers are still pumping in and out of you while the other rubs your clit, he’s right in your ear telling you to cum. It’s all so overwhelming and feels so good you can’t even think of words. “Scream my name.” He says pumping harder. You let out a scream, your vision goes blurry, your mouth stays open but nothing comes out, your body shaking and arching. “Scream my name!” he says loudly in your ear, in the middle of your orgasm you do as he says and scream his name. Chris helps you ride out your high, he backs off you and you’re left there panting still bent over the counter. 

He turns you around so you’re facing him. He leans down and kisses you hard, wanting you to know that he’s in control, he’s the man. Usually you’re against this, you hate the roll of a manly man but when it comes to sex, you do not care. You love being thrown around and obeying whatever he wants. 

“Knees” He says, you listen and drop to your knees. You’re face to face with his hard cock. You look up at him, you put your hand around his base, you slowly suck on his tip. You can hear him let out a low groan. He wants you to go faster, take more but you like to give him a tease. You slowly pump him while you swirl your tongue around his tip. Chris pulls himself out and grabs your cheeks making your mouth stay open. “No teasing” you say looking directly at you in the eyes. You nod your head slightly and he lets go. 

You start bobbing your head up and down, whatever you can’t reach pumping with your hand. You hear a few moans and groans from him which makes you turned on, even more. His hands come down and rests on the back of your head. 

“Ready princess?” He asks with his eyes closed. You nod your head and mumble against his dick. He jerks himself forward making you take all of him at once, you choke and gag. He holds himself there for a few seconds knowing you can handle it. He slowly pulls out and gives it a couple seconds letting you catch your breath. You keep your mouth open knowing he’s going to do it again, and he does. He pushes himself in your mouth again making you deep throat him, you choke and gag again. Your spit is all over your chin and dripping down your chest. You look up at him making eye contact. He loves it, he smirks at you holding in groans. 

“You like feeling daddy’s cock down your throat? Hmm?” he teases “You like when daddy shoves his cock down your throat?” You try to moan but can’t, you send vibrations throughout his cock making him groan “Yeah I know you do.” 

Chris pulls out finally letting you breathe. You take a few seconds catching your breath then go back to bobbing your head up and down his shaft and sucking on his tip. You massage his balls with your free hand, he lets out a low groan. After a while of doing this, you decide to deep throat him again. You hold onto his thighs and push your head down taking all of him, you catch him by surprise. You feel his dick twitch and a loud moan from Chris. He pulls out of your mouth and stands you up.”I want to cum in you” He says, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you upstairs. He gives your ass a few slaps playfully.

He drops you down on the bed carefully, he sits you up so he can take off your shirt that's covered in your own spit, he throws your bra off and throws it somewhere in the room. He climbs on top of you hovering. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asks kissing and nibbling on your neck 

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy” 

“You want me to fuck you? Do you think you deserve to be fucked?” He asks, you feel yourself getting wetter, you clench around nothing, you can feel his tip right at your entrance. 

“No, but I learned my lesson” You say in a whiny tone. You buck your hips trying to move down. He chuckles at you. 

“What’s the lesson?” He asks you still kissing your neck 

“I will never ignore you again, I’ll always answer when you call and text.” 

“Good girl” He says, giving you a kiss on top of your head. Chris moves around trying to get a good position, when he does he slams in and out of you with no warning or adjustment. You scream in pain and pleasure and he grunts feeling how tight your pussy feels around him. He keeps up a fast pace, he lifts your legs and puts them on his shoulder so he can get even deeper. You throw your head back in pleasure. The feeling of him deep inside you finally, feels so good. 

“You feel so good” You moan out to him, he groans for a response. He’s also been waiting for this since this morning. He’s been horny since last night and he was really hoping to fuck you this morning. So when he came home and you weren’t talking to him he was very frustrated, and he's certainly taking it out on you. 

Chris continues to slam in and out of you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. He hits your g-spot every time, you can feel yourself getting close already. 

“Ah baby, close already?” He teases, he can feel you clenching around him. You nod your head. “You can’t cum until daddy says to, okay?” 

“I don’t know if I can hold it” You say honestly 

“You’re going to or I’m going to stop” You let out a loud groan. You throw your head back on the bed trying not to cum even though you want to even more now. You watch as Chris slams in you, his chest is shining, his hair messed up, his face is full concentration, his muscular arms holding you. Just looking at him can send you to an orgasam. 

“You’re so hot daddy” You say, panting watching him. He looks at you and gives you a small smile. 

“So are you, baby girl” He winks at you feel yourself building and building. You don’t know how long you can wait. Chris’ moans, your moans, the sloppy sex sounds, the panting, Chris being in control. You just want to let go. 

“I’m so close” You whine “I can’t hold it much longer” 

“You have to hold it” He says, pulling out of you. Before you can say anything he lays down and he puts you on top. You line yourself up with him and sit down. Chris pushes you against his chest and holds you there while he slams into you 

“Fuck!” you moan loudly in his ear 

“Fuck baby keep doing that” He says encouraging you. He loves to know he’s making you feel good. You keep moaning loudly, you can’t keep them in anymore. 

“Oh my god” You moan holding on to his sides pulling youself closer down on him “fuck baby” you say just hoping you can cum. “Please, I need to cum” 

“Beg” he says switching his position making him even deeper ang go even faster 

“Daddy please, please let me cum.” 

“Do better” 

Daddy please, let me cum all over your huge dick. Daddy please!” You beg you don’t care that you sound pathetic you really just need to cum. 

“Cum all over daddy’s cock baby” He says as soon as he says cum, you let go. Your vision goes black, your body shakes, your back arches, you have no control, no thoughts, you can’t even make a sound. Chris keeps pounding in and out of you, you feel another high coming on right away. 

“Oh my god” you try to explain but you can’t, words are not forming in your head “Cumming '' is all you can say. Chris pounds in you even harder after you said that. You immediately cum again, screaming his name. Your body is still shaking. You hear Chris groan and moan loudly, you can’t hear or understand anything going because you’re in pure bliss. Chris thrusts into you a few more times, slowly. He lays flat on the bed, you’re still on him, you can feel cum dripping out of you onto his dick. 

“Wow” he says, catching his breath. You just nod, exhausted. After a few minutes Chris takes you to the bathroom and gets you cleaned up. You both lay down together, cuddling. 

***

The next day Chris actually took off work to spend time with you, he made a promise that he didn't break. He promised that he would spend more time with you and take you out on dates. You’re happy that you’ll actually get to spend more time with him.

****

Hope you enjoyed! Feedback welcomed. Sorry if it’s kinda long I blacked out writing this so lol

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #16; the part we play.

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 1.5k

note: in-between photo sets is some writing!! xo

masterlist ▸ 015 leave it to the cullens (part 2). ▸ 017 happy trails.

Jumping out of bed and throwing on a random pair of sweatpants scattered on her floor in what y/n referred to as her “stress pile” of clothes, she ran down the hallway to the front door to check who she had kept waiting for over ten minutes. 

Much to her surprise it wasn’t one of her obnoxious friends waking her and her overnight guest up so early, but a shady one. Joshua. 

“Y/n? I know you’re here, I asked the front door man if he had seen you leave yet this morning? Hello?” 

And with a couple more knocks pounding in her brain, she swung the door open to reveal a smiling old friend holding a bouquet of wild flowers and a box of pastries. 

“Sorry. Hangover. Why are you here?” 

“Tomorrow is your birthday?” 

“Right. But, it's also 7:30 in the morning?” 

“I thought I’d come by today so I didn’t disrupt whatever plans you have tomorrow with Seokmin and Jun. That’s okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“So.. Can I come in? Or do you not want to have a chocolate croissant?” 

“I do, but coffee! I’m out of coffee. Can we go get some? I can’t possibly have a pastry without it, silly.” 

“Yeah, of course. Mind if I use the bathroom?” 

“Why don’t you just use the-” 

In all of her attempts at protesting Joshua walking through her apartment and finding the boy hidden in the guest room, he still managed to somehow find a way in. Just like he was doing to her heart. She knew she shouldn’t even entertain the idea of spending a day with him and pretend that she has no idea the amount of blackmail he had a hand in, but a part of her couldn’t help it. 

In all her daze of thinking of the moral repercussions of his and her own actions. She didn’t even notice him slipping back by her side. As she rapidly texted the man she unnoticeably had hidden in the room down the hall it was his time to sneak out like a secret to be kept. 

“Ready?” 

“Uh, yeah. Let’s go.” 

“So, how was Wonwoo’s event?” 

“Well for starters I had no idea that gamers drank so hard, I felt like I was back in freshman year of college trying to keep up with drunk Soonyoung and you at those dumb ass Dream Boy parties you used to take me to.” 

“That hard, huh?” 

“Yeah, I haven’t drank like that in so long. It’s fun once and a while I guess.” 

Walking into the white walled coffee shop with Joshua felt like some sort of omen, but y/n couldn’t decide if it was a good one or a bad one just yet. 

If Joshua was honest about his play in the game with Mimi, maybe someday down the road she could forgive him and patch up their friendship one last time. But, the more he waited to say anything, the more he lied and kept his secret the less she even believed he’d own up to his actions. 

“What would you like?”

“Just a drip coffee please, large, no sugar or milk.” 

“Okay, I’ll pay.” 

“Wow. Thank you so much.” 

Sensing y/n’s sarcasm, he smiled and turned towards the register placing their matching order and grabbing the cups as he handed her the steaming cup of fresh coffee and made their way back to her apartment. 

Waiting to cross the street her front door opened, walking out was Minghao dressed in his same outfit from the night before, catching y/n’s eyes, as she quickly turned Joshua around to look at a dog passing by so Minghao could make his quick exit without any suspicion. 

When she was sure he made his exit and got out of the line of sight, with Joshua by her side they headed back up to her apartment, announcing she needed to go use the restroom fast and search the bedroom that once belonged to another untrustworthy friend. 

Under her laptop sitting on the desk, a small note was placed with just the corner of the purple sticky note sticking to the side. 

‘Swan, by midnight tonight you’ll be one year older. I hope another trip around the sun brings you peace of mind and the happiness you truly deserve. See you tomorrow, MH.” 

Placing the note under the cover of her laptop, she smiled to herself and decided now was the time to confront an elephant in the room. 

She walked back up to Joshua sitting on her couch, the plate of chocolate croissants placed on the glass coffee table, two cups of coffee on either side. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah. Can I talk to you about something?” 

“Of course.” 

“I need you to listen to me, like really listen and don’t deflect. I need you to tell me how you got my journal to Mimi.” 

“I didn-”

“You did. I know it was you who took it, I just want to know why?” 

“Just listen. I didn’t take it to give it to Mimi. I actually took it before she even got back in touch with me. And I didn’t just stumble upon it on my own time. Minnie showed me it, she wanted me to know how much I hurt you and how you felt about me because you never told me. You kept all those cards so close to your chest, I felt like I had to read more. So, the night of Mingyu’s bar opening, I had Mimi over at my house after, we were just catching up, talking, nothing too serious, she had just moved back and needed somewhere to stay for the night. She was the one who found your journal and took it and concocted the entire plan.” 

“Why?” 

“Why what?” 

“I guess why didn’t you just tell me all of this at the beginning?” 

“I was just going to bring you your diary back and ask you out, I had feelings for you too. I still do. I eventually was going to tell you everything. But, it just got so complicated and the day I came over and saw Minghao here, I got so pissed off at you for trusting him after he hurt me, I figured he’d hurt you too.” 

“But he didn’t. You did.” 

“I know. I should’ve just told you the truth from the beginning, but I was scared to lose you.” 

“You already had lost me. How am I supposed to even believe a word you’re telling me right now?” 

“Because, I have proof. The only reason I even still talk to Mimi is to make sure she doesn’t go too far.” 

“Why did you fight with Minghao then?” 

“He pisses me off. Simple as that. I knew he had helped Mimi. I knew he was being deceitful to you as well, but so was I. It was just a matter of who owned up to it first.” 

“Alright. What else do you know?” 

“I know that Minnie is helping Mimi. They’ve been in contact with each other for quite some time, even before Mimi moved back. I can’t tell you why only because I genuinely have no clue. But, I have a feeling she's trying to hide something about herself and not exposing you.” 

“And Mingyu?” 

“No. He has nothing to do with it.” 

“Okay.” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Mhm, sure.” 

“Do you think we can ever get past this? Even if we just stay friends or see each other once and a while?” 

“If what you’re telling me is a hundred percent true, then I think we can. But, if I find out you’re lying to me, I will never speak to you again.” 

“I can show you the texts. Between me and Mimi, Minnie, Minghao. Anyone involved.” 

“Who sent me the bouquet? You right?” 

“Yeah. It was just a warning to be careful about the people around you.” 

“Okay. Well. Thanks for telling me, I guess.” 

“There’s something else.” 

“Uh, alright?” 

“Tonight. There’s a party at Mingyu’s bar that Minnie was throwing for your birthday. I came over here initially to invite you. They told me only you’re invited. No Seokmin, Jun, or anyone else.” 

“Why?” 

“They wanted me to take you as a surprise.” 

“My party is supposed to be tomorrow night?” 

“Yeah.” 

“So they have something planned for me and I feel like it’s safe to say it’s not good.” 

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s safe to assume that yeah.” 

“Okay, if you want to make it up to me. You’ll help me sneak Minghao and the dorks into the back of his restaurant.” 

“Yes.” 

“Call Jeonghan, tell him everything. Get him to cause a distraction so they can come inside. Text Minnie and ask if it’s okay you invite Seokmin to come with you and I. It's believable I wouldn’t go anywhere on my own without him and I’ll handle the rest.” 

“Are you going to tell me what the rest is?” 

“Yes, eventually.” 

“Okay, let’s hurry, we have about three hours until I’m supposed to bring you.” 

“What’s the dress code?” 

“Formal. It's some sort of mask party.” 

“Fuck.” 

“So you’re still friends with Hao?” 

“Yes, idiot. I heard you jiggle the doorknob this morning. Come on.” 

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note: hi me again!! lol. I hope you enjoy this messy lil installment. not my favorite (everyone says this sometimes ik ik) let me know what you think our resident traitor mimi is up too 👀

[cuttergauthier]

Friends?

Cutter Gauthier x Female Hughes reader

Warning: Against, Enemies to Friends, cussing, Alcohol, party, Drunk Reader.

word count: 1.4k

Apart of my au Cutter Gauthier x Hughes au

let me know what you guys think🤍

I’m Luke Hughes' twin sister, unlike Quinn and Luke I decided to commit to Boston College for hockey.

I heard a lot of good things about it from Matt Boldy and Jessie Compher since i played on team usa with her, when i told my mom about it we went to visit. I fell in love with the campus immediately.  

I haven’t been away from luke before, so this is definitely going to be different without him here, and i don’t know anyone.  

Hopefully I'll be able to make friends with my teammates. I already know Cayla Barnes who I played with on team usa, she had introduced me to Alex Newhook last year when I first told her I committed to Boston College so i knew her also.

I only just got to town. It's 2 weeks before classes start, I want to be able to explore and get to know the campus so I don't get lost on the first day.

Cayla and Alex aren’t here yet. I’ll be staying in a unisex door for the athletes. Today is freshman day so most of the freshmen are arriving. I don’t have a roommate, I wanted to be alone since I know I'll be on FaceTime with my brothers and with quinn there’s a time change so I didn't want to risk waking up my roommate.

I was unloading one of my boxes when I heard my mom talking to someone in the hallway. I paused what I was doing and went to check. I saw her talking to Kim, Cutter Gauthier's mom. I totally forgot he also committed here. Cutter and I do not get along, he was a jerk when I first met him, and every other time after. He’s friends with my brother, they played together in the NTDP, so our families are friends.

“Hey yn, it’s good to see you sweetheart” Kim said, hugging me.

“It’s good seeing you too Kim” i said smiling

“Looks like yours and cutter dorm rooms are next to each other” she said, my mom smiled

“Maybe this will get them to be friends instead of hating each other” my mom told Kim

“I hope,” Kim sighed. I took the box my mom was holding and put it down on my bed.

“You’re dad is bringing the last box up” my mom told me and I nodded.  

Few seconds later I see my dad, cutter, and his dad coming up the stairs.

My dad gave me the box and I put it down.

It was now time to say goodbye. I hugged my mom tight.

“I’m going to miss you sweetheart” she said, kissing my cheek.

“I’m going to miss you too mom”  

I went and hugged my dad next.

“We love you, will be back soon enough to visit, don’t get in trouble” he said making me chuckle.

“I love you guys too, give a hug to Luke for me, i miss him already” i said sadly.

“We will,” my mom replied.

Once they left, I closed my door and began unpacking my stuff.  

A few hours later I started to get hungry, it's around 5 p.m. right now so I thought I would go get myself some food, so I grabbed my purse and walked out of my room.

Cutter walked out at the same time as me before locking his door.

We both started walking downstairs.

“Did your parents already leave?” I asked

“Yeah, pretty sure they left after yours did” he replied, i nodded.

“Look I hate you, and you hate me, but can we try to be civil? It’s going to be a long year if we don't "I ask nicely. Hoping we can try to get along.

He shrugged  

“We’ll see,” he said walking away.

“Asshole” i mumbled  

A week passed by, a few of my teammates were finally in town, same for the guys team.

Tonight is Friday and the guys on the men's team are throwing a party, so Cayla is making me go with her and Alex so I can get to know more people.

We pregamed and got dressed, at around 11 p.m. we made our way there. I’m already drunk by the time I get there, thankfully I know Cayla and Alex wouldn’t leave me alone.  

I’m having the best time.

We danced, i got to meet some of my other teammates, that i probably won’t remember tomorrow.  

I’m now standing with Cayla and Alex, I was currently leaning on Cayla.

“You good Yn” she asked

“Yeah, just a little bit too drunk” I mumbled, I heard her chuckle.

“Want us to bring you back to the dorm?” She asked

I was about to answer when Cutter cut me off.

“I can bring her, my dorm room is right next to hers” he told Cayla, she looked surprised

“I thought you two didn’t get along?” Alex asked

“We don’t but I'm on my way now so I can bring her with me,” he said.

“You good with that Yn” she asked to make sure and i nodded.

Even though we don’t get along, I know he’d make sure I get there safely because of my brother.

“Come on,” Cutter said, putting his arm on my back as we walked out of the party.

“You shouldn’t have gotten so drunk,” he said, annoyed, probably because I was stumbling a little bit.

“It was my first college party. I was obviously going to get drunk "I snapped, he rolled his eyes and he helped me walk.

When we got to the dorms he made me go up the stairs first so he could catch me in case I tripped.

Once we got to our rooms I unlocked my door before looking over at Cutter doing the same to his.

“Cutter, thank you” I say, he looked at me and nodded before he closed his door.

He’s honestly really good looking, I wish we could get along.

I woke up the next morning with a headache. I probably shouldn’t have drank so much last night, so I groaned and took my phone that was on my nightstand.

I decided to order breakfast from uber eats since i didn’t feel like going out.

A few minutes later there was a knock on my door, I groaned and went to open it only to find Cutter.

“What do you want?” I asked  

He chuckled when he saw me, I rolled my eyes.

“Just thought I’d check to see if you were still alive,” he said, smirking.

“I am, now you can go” i said

“Jeez, I'm just trying to be nice, you’re the one who said we should try and be civil with each other” he said angrily and went to walk away but i grabbed his hand before he could. He looked down at me holding his hand, making me let go.

“Sorry, i just have a headache”

“It’s fine”

“Thanks again for last night, I mean I know we don’t really get along but it means a lot” I said

“Your brother probably would have killed me if I didn’t” he said and I nodded sadly, of course that’s the only reason he helped me get home.

Right as I was about to say something else my food arrived.  

“Thank you” I thanked the delivery guy. I looked up at Cutter once the guy left.

“I ordered a lot, do you want to stay and eat? Take it as a thank you?” I asked

He looked surprised for a minute before he nodded.

“Sure why not, I'm hungry anyways” he said and walked by me in my room. He went and sat against the wall on my bed.

I went and sat next to hi

m. I took out the food and handed him some.

It stayed quiet as we started to eat.

“What made you choose Boston? Both Quinn and Luke went to Michigan” he asked me after a while.

“I wanted something different, plus I knew if I went to Michigan Luke would be a little too overprotective and I didn’t want to have to deal with that” I said, he chuckled.

“That makes since”  

“What about you? What made you choose Boston college?” I asked.

“When I visited, I fell in love with the campus. It was also one of the highest ranked schools,” he said. I nodded.

“ I really hope we can get along, while we’re here” I say softly. Cutter looked up at me and nodded.

“It’s probably for the best, Luke would kill me if he knew I was a jerk to you, even though he knows we're not friends,” he said, making me chuckle.

“So can we be friends instead of us hating each other?” I ask.

“I’m okay with that,” he said, smiling.

“Good,” I said, smiling at him.

At least we can agree on something, this is only the beginning.

[the-fiction-witch]

Sweetheart

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Pick up

Smut Nudity / swearing / bj / breast fondling/ in car smut 

I could barely control my giggles as I waved my girlfriend's goodbye outside the busy club. My drink was still in hand as I waited for the payphone to connect and begin to ring. I was huddled inside the little metal phone box trying to keep warm in my little dress until At Last the phone picked up. 

At first there was silence the fuzzy sound of the phone line all that came thought, until his voice spoke more gruff and strained then usual

"Hello?" He asks the sound of frustration in his voice and haziness it was obvious by his tone he had been woken by the ringing of his phone and had merely picked the phone up from beside his bed and brought it to his ear 

"Hi" I giggled

"Hi?" He asks clearly slowly waking up but only half listening

"So you know I love you benny" I giggled

He sighed "it's two in the goddamn morning?" 

"Pppppppplllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeeee" I whined 

"Uhhhh fuck- Where are you?" He sighed 

"Uuuuuuuhhh…"

"Please tell me you know where you are?"

"There's a big… building"

"Goodnight y/n" he says before hanging up

"Hu! Benny!" I complained immediately putting more money in and called him back it rang for a good four or five rings before it answered

"Hello?"

"Rude!" I yelled 

"No. We're not doing this. I'm not doing this. It's two in the morning. I'm jetlagged as fuck I am not getting out of bed to come play your personal taxi service because you've been out all night drinking like a fish. Get a taxi. I'll see you tomorrow" 

"Benny!" I whined "please. Pretty pretty please with sugar and sprinkles on top" I pouted 

".... What is the name of the bar you're outside?"

"Uuuuuuuhhh…"

"Read this sign y/n"

"The studio?"

"Okay. Do not move. Do you hear me, you move from that phone box I will not pick you up. understand me?"

"I'll be good I promise"

"Alright, give me five minutes'' he sighed before hanging up I giggled happily sitting on the little seat watching the few cars go by on the little streets I waited for a while but got bored after finishing my drink so I snuck out all secret like to the little seven eleven and grabbed myself a slushie filling it to the top and scampering back outside in hope of returning to the phone box in time but I saw sat on the street waiting impatiently the little blue beetle and at its wheel a very tired and angry benny watts, he knew I had left. And I knew he was mad. 

I went over and smiled, giving him a little wave and sipping my slushie.

"Get in the fucking car." He demanded 

"Should i-"

"Now" 

I quickly opened the door and climbed in, shutting it quickly behind me, he immediately started off down the street. 

"Grumpy benny" I giggled as I glanced at him in the driver's seat in his jeans and a loose button down he clearly threw on from his bedroom floor no jacket or hat to be found, his hair a messy bed head, his rings and other jewelry only on because he never takes it off. His face stern where he was clearly Still very mad. 

"I have been driving around looking for you for half an hour"

"I was in seven eleven"

"I gathered that" he sighed "I told you to stay in the phone box"

"I was pechish" 

"And you weren't outside the studio. You where outside soundscape"

"Ohh. Sorry benny"

"It's fine" he sighed 

"I'm sorry" I cooed leaning over and giving him some kisses 

"Don't" he says pushing me away 

"Oh… Benny doesn't want my kisses?' I pouted slightly tearing up "no kisses" I cried

For a moment or two he didn't answer but he sighed moving his hand to stroke my thigh  

"Of course I want your kisses sweetheart" 

"Really?"

"Course I do" 

"Yay!"  I smiled giving him more and more kisses 

"You should really get taxis when you're this drunk."

"But people could take advantage of that. I could end up with no money in strange places with people I don't know. My benny keeps me safe" I Cooed hugging his arm 

"Alright. Just call me maybe before two am. Or give me correct information. Or stay put"

"I will"

"Sure you will. Your problem is y/n you have the attention span of a goldfish when your drunk"

"Bloop" I giggled 

"My point exactly" he sighed we drove slowly though the new york streets, the dark sky far from lighting even slight, not even stars or a moon in the sky, the only light the orange light of his radio’s tuner in the center console and the waves of yellow light from the street lamps above us.  

"How are you paying for this pick up anyway?" He asked after a while

"My wonderful presence?"

"Nice try, pay up."

"How much?"

"Well you got me out of bed when jet lagged. Made me get dressed.  Forced me into my car. Made me drive around looking for you for half an hour and drop you home." He explained "your usual with tip" 

"No"

"No?"

"No."

"Don't stiff your taxi sweetheart"

"I don't have any money"

"Don't you?"

"No. I spent it all"

"On?"

I simply sipped my slushie 

"You're unbelievable. Fine pay me back next time"

"Next time?" I giggled

"You know what I mean"

"I can pay"

"Yeah how?"

"Sipsip" I smiled offering my slushie

"No thanks. Last thing I need right now is an ungodly amount of sugar" 

"What about?" I cooed sitting my slushie in the cupholder and moving to cuddle his arm, he glanced down at me a moment before he chuckled

"Not in the mood y/n"

"No?"

"No. I'm too tired sweetheart." He says giving my forehead a kiss 

"Well… what about?' I suggested stroking my hand up his jeans 

"I just said-"

"Not that. The other one" I cooed 

"Yeah?"

"That's enough for dragging you out of bed?' 

"That depends"

"On?"

"How good you do it" he growled 

"You know how good I do it"

"Now when your this drunk" 

"I'm not that drunk"

"Really? Because your boobs fell out of your dress five minutes ago and you have yet to to even notice" he says 

I looked down and my dress had indeed fallen down enough to expose both my breasts "I noticed"

"Did you?"

"Did you?"

"Humm course I did" he smirked moving his hand to cup my breast giving it a slight fondle as he drove 

"So? That an approved payment for my driver?"

"Alright" he smirked it wasn't long before he pulled into a store parking lot not sure what store as it was shut up for the night he parked up and turned off the engine for a moment running his hand through his hair "come on" he smirked 

I smiled immediately closing the gap between us kissing his lips intensely holding his neck and shirt close he turned a little to face me wrapping his arms around my waist stroking my dress with his fingers as our heavy kisses moved he pulled back a moment seeming kinda confused and annoyed 

"Fuck- what have you been drinking?"

".... Tequila lime shots"

"Yeah I can taste the tequila"

"Should I have more slushie?"

"Yeah that might be a good idea" 

I moved and had myself more of my slushie trying to remove the taste of tequila all while he cuddles close groping my breasts once done I turned and have him a kiss 

"Better?"

"Much better" he Cooes "umm the slushies made your nipples hard where it's so cold"

"Enough" I told him pushing his hands away so he got settled back in his seat, I crawled over undoing his jeans and tugging them down enough to expose his half hard erection, I slowly stroked his shaft letting him harden into my hand as he relaxed against the seat, I began softly peppering kisses up and down his shaft 

“Ummm fuck sweetheart” he groans shifting his hips towards my mouth 

I giggled a little licking up his shaft often forcing groans out of him, until at last taking him completely in my mouth gently sucking and licking at a slow by passionate pace 

“Ughh- ummm fuck- fuck!” he groans his his uncontrollably bucking towards my mouth his hand softly gripping my hair “Faster sweetheart” he pleads so I did as he asked speeding up and sucking much harder and more intensely forcing louder moans and groans from his lips often rolling his head back on the cars seat biting his bottom lip to conceal his groans “fuck sweetheart!” He groans “I’m close please” 

I smiled and moved my head as fast as I could which was enough to tip him over the edge as he grabbed my hair forcing me as far down as I could go, his hips moving up to thrust into my mouth letting out a loud long groan as he buried his seed down my throat immediately relaxing his whole body and collapsing in the seat 

I pulled back, swallowing everything in my mouth, maybe sure to softly kitten lick him clean before grabbing my slushie to take a sip to clean out the taste from my mouth, “Happy now?”

“Very happy sweetheart” he cooes holding my hand and giving it a kiss “Come on let's get you home” He says doing his pants up and starting the car again

“My home or your home?” I asked as he began to drive he gave me a glare but smirked 

“Mine. You can make it up to me properly” He smirked 

[illfoandillfie]

2023 Advent: Day 15

This idea was partially inspired by an episode of Neighbours lmao. I was checking out the revival and in one scene Toadie was making breakfast for his new wife and something about it made me want to write newly married Ben.

Warnings: Again, nothing more than minimal editing, it's another sweet one.

It was closer to midday than you were accustomed to waking, but you had a good excuse. The wedding reception had continued late into the night. Though not for all your guests. The first to leave the party were the older members of the crowd, picking a much more reasonable hour to call it a night. Then, not long after, those who had young kids and couldn’t burden babysitters all night said their last congratulations and goodbyes. There were a handful of others, those who had early starts and other responsibilities, who trickled out reluctantly. But most of your closest friends stayed, as well as a handful of family members close to your age, celebrating long into the night. You’d drunk as much as the bartender would serve, danced to every song the DJ had and, all in all, felt you’d done all you could to celebrate your marriage.  

Ben’s parents had, kind-heartedly, warned you not to overdo it before they left, but neither you nor Ben paid them much mind. You didn’t have any plans for the next day – it was a Sunday for one thing, and those were usually fairly relaxed, but your honeymoon also wasn’t starting for another half a week, so there was no need to worry about over sleeping or anything like that. But the slight delay also meant you had no intentions of holding off having sex until you were away. So, still amped up from the night of partying and more than a little horny from the sheer amazement that you and Ben were really, actually, married now, you and Ben ended up fooling around once you finally got home. Not that you were in a fit state to do too much. Mostly you just clumsily made out, giggling a lot, until you fell asleep. 

Ben was still asleep when you woke and stumbled to the bathroom, snoring a little louder than you thought necessary, and completely oblivious to your getting up. It wasn’t until you headed to the kitchen looking for water and perhaps some pain killers for your headache, that you even noticed how long you’d slept in. And then you realised how long it had been since you had eaten anything. If you were at all worried about waking Ben as you pottered about the kitchen, you needn’t have been. There wasn’t so much as a sound from his part of the house, even when you accidentally banged a cupboard door shut. You ended up pulling out so much from the fridge and pantry that you figured you might as well make a full English. It wasn’t something you had often, so it felt sort of special, perfect for the morning after your wedding. There was something about the idea of making your new husband breakfast that felt kind of cute, like you were playing grown up. Plus, keeping so many things from burning helped keep you alert while you waited for the coffee to brew. Ben didn’t surface until you were practically finished cooking, which was something of a relief since you’d been weighing up whether or not to wake him or let him keep sleeping it off. He stumbled into the kitchen, still looking half asleep, groaning at how bright it was.   “I made breakfast, or lunch I guess” you said, pressing a glass of water into his hands, “coffee too if you want it.”  Ben downed the water and wiping his mouth said, “best wife ever.”  The word made you feel warm and happy as you turned back to the various frying pans you had on the stove top, dolling everything out onto two plates.   As you went, Ben made a coffee, becoming more himself with each sip, eventually awake enough to add, “It smells so good babe,” and then more jokingly, “I could get used to this.”  “But you won’t,” you laughed back, “tomorrow it’s back to making your own toast.”  “Maybe I’ll make us something nicer tomorrow. Crepes or something fancy like that.”  “Since when have you known how to make crepes?” you asked, turning around with a full plate in each hand.   Ben shrugged, “can’t be that difficult. Here, let me,” he swooped in to take the plates from you, sneaking in a quick kiss at the same time.  “Best husband ever,” you giggled, following him out to the table. 

[h0rnyv01d]

0: Height

1: Virgin?

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What your last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

44: A random fact about anything

oop this is long so

1: yeah lol

2: 6

3: nope, gotta keep them lungs healthy to stay slutty

4: nopity nope, i’m so scared of saying something i’ll regret while drunk

5: again, nope 😭😭

6: recently people have been offering me kids menus at restaurants? it’s odd, idk how old they think i am but

7: no :(

8: i wanna get a star pattern on my collarbone at some point, and maybe a jellyfish on my upper arm

9: yep! regular lobe, and a cartilage piercing on my right ear

10: i wanna get a bunch of piercings, but just on my ears, i’m getting a conch piercing on my left soon

11: probs my friend sophia but you wouldn’t know her obv lol

12: it’s complicated- we’re both into each other, and weve dated in the past, but neither of us is willing to b like “let’s get back together”

13: men just casually hinting at something they’re into. it just makes my brain go WILD with possibilities

14: being mean outside of sex

15: cinderella (1950)

16: i’ll love you if you’re sweet (my standards are so low i’m sorry)

17: my friends i don’t talk to anymore

18: i’ve had two seizures, and those were probably the worst moments of my life

19: i’m clingy but i won’t admit it

20: my chin and my need for attention

21: i got that hourglass figure <3

22: i wanna be an author!!

23: i have one little sister, i love her, but she’s nuts sometimes

24: no father, and my mom is more like a big sister than a mother to me

25: any date is perfect as long as i’m with someone i love. but if i had to pick, watching fireworks together

26: people pronouncing my city name wrong, idk why

27: he’s a lil short, he’s got curly blonde hair, and he’s so sweet, he wants to be lawyer someday

28: the person i dislike most has greasy brown hair, is 5’6, and looks like he doesn’t shower

29: protecting feelings, and also i’ve lied if i thought it’d help repair friendships

30: waking up early!! i hate getting up at 6

31: “will you wake up if i send you more pictures of cats i like, or should i wait until tomorrow?”

32: ‘we need to talk’

33: i’ve gotten told i look like cinderella twice today :)) that made me feel so amazing

34: i’m more attracted to men than women, but i’ve noticed that whenever i’m into women, they tend to be really strong

35: brunettes for some reason

36: tbh i’m perfectly fine in florida

37: my laugh

38: i used to want to be a marine biologist, and while that field is still incredibly interesting to me, i think i’d rather write

39: vanilla, i’m a basic bitch <3

40: adelaide kane, shes dropdead gorgeous i’d love to be her

41: greece, because apparently there’s a ton of cats!!

42: i had a banana a few hours ago

43: chris hemsworth. on his poster for thor: ragnarok, he literally fits leonardo da vinci’s idea of perfection, so i will unapologetically be saying this

44: the blue whale is the largest animal to have ever lived

[miyatsumhoe]

Prod! Diluc x fem! actress! reader x Police! Kaeya modern au; angst; supernatural; romance; cw: alcohol; swearing; proof read who?

Second leads… Second leads who have everything often end up with nothing. Ironic. But why though? Is it something I’ve done wrong? When did this catastrophe start?  I was often told when I was a kid that “Having too many things is bad!” maybe that’s what makes me share everything I have. But is it wrong to be selfish for once?

“Y/N. Will you marry me?”

Is it wrong to wish she would say no to my brother?

The booming claps of the station were heard as she said yes. Everyone and things are so lively, what can we expect? We have to congratulate someone who just got engaged, that’s common courtesy. Maybe that’s what I’ll do too, that’s also easier to do than what I’ve been doing right now.

“What are your thoughts while Mr. Alberich is proposing to you?” “Uhmmm… I could say I was really surprised! I still can’t process this right now hahaha look! /shows trembling hands/ my hands are shaking! Hey! Diluc! Did you know he would do that?! Ahhhhhhhhh! you could’ve given me a heads up! I actually cried!”

No, I didn’t know that. If I did, then I could’ve said what I wanted to say. My brother... He’s someone you can see do predictable things, but you would never know what’s going on in his mind. He’s so cunning, It makes me pissed sometimes.

“That’s it for today’s filming. Charles, tell the others we can wrap up now.” “Yes, Producer.”

To congratulate them and leave, paint myself as the bad guy… that’s more bearable than watching everything, knowing their thoughts and reactions, filming their lingering stares, knowing how they both truly love each other. It makes me sick. Nauseous and Dizzy. I just want to go home.

Breaking News: Actress Y/N L/N confirms engagement

Mondstadt, Teyvat (SBT) Actress star Y/N is getting married, a statement from the Actress-singer's management company confirmed today (August 25, 2036). Y/N, who is an actress and soloist confirmed the news with a handwritten letter after TMT Entertainment released a statement saying the star will marry his alleged boyfriend Police Captain Kaeya Alberich According to staff in the entertainment industry, Y/N, and Captain Alberich’s relationship has been an open secret for a long time. They expect the two to get married next October. Moreover, the actress stated that she would be releasing her 10-year anniversary documentary for her fans where her boyfriend-

“Can you please turn off the TV?”

Diluc isn’t an alcoholic, but for once he understood why everyone keeps coming back to his bar, he didn’t expect that he too would get drunk as fuck like there’s no tomorrow. His normal self would be disgusted if he sees him drinking Bacardi with 75% alcohol at 11 pm in the evening. 

He didn’t come. 

He didn’t even hesitate about not coming to his team’s job well done-slash-congratulations to the engagement get-together. His weirdo coworkers might spread rumors about him being suspicious of why the Producer-slash-the brother of the groom-to-be didn’t bother to attend the party. On a regular day he’ll go just not to blow his cover, but today he decided to be truly honest. Not to someone else but to himself. Diluc Ragvindr is known to be an honest man, and today he made it clear to himself that he can never be truly happy you’re getting married.

Mind empty, hearts full of regrets he uttered such words

“I would really pay anything just to go back in time. Where it all started”

And just like that, his vision turned black.

----

“Young Master??? Good morning! You have to get ready! How did it come to this? You went to bed at 8 in the evening as always. How is he still asleep Adeline? And he chose to sleep more on his 1st day of school on all days. It’s so- uhh what’s that word again?”

“Weird.”

“Yes, Right. Weird.”

Waking up with Adeline and Elzer staring right at him wearing concerned faces, isn’t really a great way to start a day. He can’t help but put a wrinkle on his forehead upon seeing the date.

March 2, 2022

“What the fuck just happened.”

[tokaio]

Hi everyone!! I’m new to tumblr, and I write sometimes so I think i’ll just post this thing I wrote last night.

In love with an Artist- Akito Shinonome/Artist reader

Akito first met you while passing through the fine arts hallway of Kamiyama during lunch break. The two of you accidentally bumped into each other, but didn’t pay much attention to it.

Later on, Akito meets you again while picking up Ena from an art class. Turns out, you've been a good friend of Ena ever since she enrolled in the classes again, so you tend to visit the Shinonome household often to work on some projects.

When you see each other in the hallway, you wave and greet the other with a simple “hello.”

That goes on for a while, until one day you turn up at the Shinonome’s household for a project, absolutely drenched in rainwater.

Ena was in the shower, and Akito would HATE to be yelled at later if he left you outside. So naturally, he let you in and took some old spare clothes from his closet (wouldn’t want Ena screaming at him for entering her room without permission)

You took a shower in his bathroom, since Ena was taking one in hers (she takes forever, no joke)

When you changed into the spare clothes, Akito was immediately flustered. He thought you were cute in your usual clothing, but seeing you in HIS CLOTHES?? Whole different story.

It was kinda awkward, since neither of you have had an actual conversation with the other.

Luckily, the two of you easily open up, talking about random things that crossed your mind.

Once Ena finished showering, she pulled you into her room to work on art projects. Akito is somewhat pissed.

After that night, you and Akito talk at school more often! It’s a lot less awkward and the two if you bond easily over your passions.

You start visiting their house twice as often. Sometimes to draw with Ena, other times to hang out with Akito. Usually, it’s for Akito.

So when Akito realises his feelings, he isn’t exactly surprised. Same goes for you.

Takes a while (literal MONTHS) for either one of you to confess. At that point, you’re scared of ruining your friendship, so it’s better to not risk it by confessing.

Akito ends up confessing. On accident.

it goes something like this:

The two of you are in Akito’s room, extra tired from exam week and studying. On top of that, Akito had just returned from a live show with Vivid BAD SQUAD. To summarize it, this boy was out cold. He was on the verge of falling asleep at any second, if not for you presence.

“Hey, Akito. I know you’re tired.” You say, turning in your seat and setting down your pencil.

Akito only gets up from his mattress, coming over to your seat to ruffle your hair. “Same goes for you. I’m not sleeping until you get home.”

He looks at the art project you’re currently working on. Impressive as always, but it’s clear that you’re tired of working on it.

“Get some rest, Y/N. Work on your project tomorrow.” Akito comments.

“How about YOU get some rest?! I can stay awake for a few more hours, but it’s about time you sleep. After all, you’ve only been getting 3 hours of sleep all week since Toya made you study for exams.” You gently push Akito back onto his bed, watching him give up and roll into his blanket. It’s a rare sight, even after all these months of knowing each other.

You pull up the blanket to cover Akito completely, ruffling his hair one last time before he drifts off to sleep.

“Mmm…Y/N..I love you.”

…Huh?

Before you could ask for clarification, Akito was out cold. The sounds of his breathing filled the room as your face turned a bright red.

Was that really true? Did Akito really like you back? Maybe it was just the drunk, tired feeling of being sleep deprived. That had to be it, right?

Just in case, you leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Hopefully, he didn’t feel it.

—-

The next day, you woke up to rays of sunlight blinding your eyes, the chilly air of the room waking up your senses.

First of all, you weren’t in your room. It was Akito’s; and you definitely weren’t on the floor. Trying to remember how you ended up staying overnight, you hear soft breathing; subtle movement coming from the lump next to you.

Oh. That’s right. You passed out on Akito’s bed at 3am that night, too tired to return back home. How embarrassing.

What occupied your mind even more was the words you recall Akito saying last night, despite the haze that your mind was going through.

“Y/N..I love you.”

Once Akito woke up, you decided to ask him about it.

“Akito..about last night..?” You warily question him, unsure if it was all a dream.

He seemed to have struggled with his memory before turning a dark shade of red. “Ah- did I actually say that…?”

“Yes, you did.”

Akito blinks at you as if he expected you to say no. “…Well, I did mean it. I didn’t say it on purpose, of course, but it's true. I like you. A lot.”

What follows is silence as you try to process everything he just said. Then, you pull Akito in for a tight hug, enough to probably cut off his air circulation (not literally but you get the idea).

“Akito..I really like you too.”

You feel some pressure on your head as you pull away, staring into Akito’s eyes as he cups your face and gives a peck on your forehead. ‘Ah. So he did feel that kiss from last night.’

He stares at you fondly, slightly cupping your cheek while running his hand through your hair.

“So then.. we’re dating now?”

“I suppose so, yes.”

…this is a lot longer than I intended it to be. 1am writing hits different i guess. Sorry if theres any grammar or spelling errors 😞

Also this is kinda ooc im bad at this

[musingsmemes]

                                 The Veronicas Lyric Starters

Silent

" You say you love me and you lie ”

“ You took my heart, broke it in two ”

“ You made me silent, but I'm too loud ”

“ You didn't mean it, but you lied ”

“ And in the end, I sacrificed myself to your haunted mind ”

“ Yeah, without you here, I'm better off, I'm fine ”

“ 'Cause my heart is black ”

On Your Side

“ Together we would stand our ground ”

“ I remember the night we got drunk ”

“ Life isn't pretty we all get a little wrecked sometimes ”

“ I still wear your t-shirt out ”

“ Through all the hard times, i'm on your side ”

“ If God's listening, people think you're out of your mind .”

“I wonder who you’re dreaming of tonight.”

“Together we could stand our ground and fight.”

Mad Love

“ It's kinda hot when you're mad at me ”

“ You make me shiver when you touch my skin ”

“ And then there's days that you don't come around ”

“ I put up with your crazy 'cause I'm your better half ”

“ I get weak and it's hard to speak ”

“ You're such a pain to try and understand ”

“ I think I like the challenge because I love to win ”

“ Trouble from the the day I met ya ”

“ One look in your eyes and I could not forget ya ”

If You Love Someone

“ Just forget tomorrow's ever gonna come around ”

“ But the words that you're feeling never find their way ”

“ You're so invisible to the one you want ”

“ And you'd give anything to win their love ”

“ 'Cause your heart won't rest 'till you let it out ”

“ If you love someone, then tell them right now ”

“ Let the words you dream come out of your mouth ”

“ We can get lost in fears that we make for days that feel black as night ”

Someone Wake Me Up

“ We're gonna have to see each other eventually ”

“ So won't you tell me how we're gonna deal with that ”

“ Even though it was mutual, it still kills inside ”

“ It feels just like I'm going crazy ”

“ And now not even you can save me ”

“ You know the one I said I'd thrown away? ”

“ Even though it's over now, it still kills inside ”

" 'Cause for so long you have been my life ”

“ Never thought that we'd go under ”

Secret

“ You're a little obsessed with me ”

“ And I'm a little bit scared of you”

“ Maybe it's time I let you know “

“ You could call me six times but still I won't pick up the phone “

“ I never looked at you that way “

“ You told me lies. You made me believe.”

“ You could spend all your money on me, but still I'll say no.”

“ I'm confused now I don't understand “

“ I told you secrets that no one else knew “

“ It would be fine, if there was nothing to see.”

We Are One

“ Don't know, what we're fighting for. ”

“ When will it go? When will it stop?”

“ A part of me, still lives for you. “

“ We are one, you and me.”

“ Hey you, what's running through your head? “

“ Will you really throw them all away? “

“ I'm the one that's been trying.”

“ Is there truth behind the words you said to me? “

“ Out of luck, out of time. “

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@darkerthanblack666-ao3 requested Niko/Joel with prompt #26: “Why am I always the problem! You’re just as shitty as I am.”

It wound up being 701 words.

Joel was staring up at his bedroom ceiling, wishing he could sleep, when he heard a knock at his door.

He sat up, and glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:00 AM.

Who the fuck is that? Joel wondered, rubbing his eyes as he got out of bed. Did Joonas lock himself out of his apartment again? I know I have his spare key for emergencies, but he ought to start remembering his own key ring, when he goes out drinking.

He stumbled into the living room, and stared through the peephole of his front door. But, the face he saw on the other side wasn’t Porko’s. It was Niko.

“Joel, please open up,” Niko slurred. “I know you’re awake. You’re always awake.”

“Are you drunk?” Joel asked, as he opened the door.

Maybe he should’ve stopped to put a shirt on, before he answered the door. He was too sleepy to think of it.

Niko dove at Joel’s bare chest, sinking his face into the pale skin of the taller man’s shoulder.

“Hey, what the hell?” Joel protested, attempting to push Niko away.

“I needed a hug,” Niko explained, straightening. “I’m sorry.”

He was definitely drunk - and he looked like had been crying.

“Come inside, I guess,” Joel sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t have you groping me in the hallway, making noise and waking all my neighbors.”

“I wasn’t groping you,” Niko scoffed, shutting the door behind him as he walked in. “It was just a hug!”

“You’re a shitty drunk,” Joel rolled his eyes. “Come into the kitchen. I’ll make some coffee, so that you sober up.”

“Coffee at three in the morning?” Niko protested. “You want me to stay up all night, like you? Why don’t you just let me sleep here?”

“Why can’t you go home and sleep in your own bed?” Joel asked, yawning.

“Why am I always the problem?” Niko argued, his tone becoming belligerent. “You’re just as shitty as I am. We both get drunk all the time, to cope with our lonely, depressing lives. I thought you would understand.”

“Yeah, but I drink alone, and I don’t bother anyone,” Joel argued.

“So I’m bothering you?” Niko frowned.

“Who goes all the way to someone’s house at this hour, for just a hug?” Joel wondered, exasperated. “I mean, I’ve had drunk girls hit me up at this hour of the night before. But, they were looking for something…a little more than that.”

“You want more?” Niko slurred. “I’ll give you more.”

“Huh?” Joel blinked. But, suddenly, he was thrown up against the wall of his kitchen, as Niko pushed him hard, and laid his lips on his mouth.

And suddenly they were kissing, and it felt so good, hands fisting into long hair, tongues fighting their way into mouths…

“Niko, wait!” Joel gasped, reluctantly pushing the smaller man off his body. “You’re drunk. I shouldn’t take advantage.”

He could taste the gin on Niko’s breath.

“I don’t care if you do,” Niko shook his head. “C’mere.”

“Well, I care,” Joel resisted. “I don’t want you to hate me when you wake up tomorrow.”

“I couldn’t hate you, man,” Niko insisted. “You’re my best friend.”

“Then you’ll hate yourself,” Joel frowned. Like I hated myself, every time I let you cuddle in my bed with me when you were drunk and lonely on tour. You’d get up the next day and ditch me like it didn’t even happen.

“I miss sharing a room with you at hotels,” Niko confessed. “I miss having you in the bunk above mine, on the tour bus. Now that we’re not on tour anymore…me being in my house…and you being in your house…it feels too far away. I’m sorry…that probably doesn’t make sense.”

His drunken ramblings actually made perfect sense to Joel. He’d missed Niko, too - even though they both still lived in downtown Helsinki.

But, does he only miss me when he’s drunk? Joel wondered, hesitating.

“If I still want to tomorrow,” Niko rambled with pleading eyes, “If I still want to when I’m sober…then can I kiss you, Joel? Please?”

“Of course you can,” Joel promised. But you won’t want to.