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Veiny Hands? Yes Please
Ellie teaches you how to play her favorite video game
Idk what this is i just wanted to write something so here you go 🤲 also this is very much not beta read so sorry for mistakes i’m dyslexic don’t blame me
You shoved your keys in the lock to your front door sighing with exhaustion. The day was long and you didn’t get enough sleep last night and the only thing you wanted to do right now was snuggle up on the couch with Ellie and take a nap.
Speak of the devil, you find her sitting on the couch playing some war video game when you walk down the entry hallway.
Ellie pauses the game as she hears you come in and gets up to great you, “Hey baby,” she places a kiss to your temple as you set your bag down on the kitchen island, “How was your day?”
You huff in response to her question. You dealt with idiots all day, that’s how it was. You save your frustration though, wanting to let it home now that you are in your peaceful home with your peaceful girlfriend. No sense in tainting your favorite place with the negativity from earlier.
You turn to face her, “It was fine just long and i’m tired. How was yours?” You smile up at her, just the sight of her calming you.
“It was good. Hey how about you go upstairs and change and I’ll make us a snack and then we can chill on the couch, hmm?”
You nod already heading for your bedroom. You needed to get out of these work clothes immediately. And what did you say you wanted: a nap on the couch. Your girlfriend knew you so well.
You change into some leggings and one of Ellie’s tshirts before heading back downstairs where Ellie has made a bowl of popcorn and gotten you a glass of diet Coke, yes your favorite
She’s sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone waiting for you. You hop onto the couch snuggling into her side before she can have time to register that you are even in the room.
“Well hello,” Ellie giggles at your sudden appearance as you throw both you legs over her lap and lean your head on her shoulder.
“Hi,” you press a kiss to her cheek and revel in the fact that she blushes just slightly. You love when you can get her all flustered.
She rolls her eyes at your knowing smirk and asks, “So what do you wanna watch?” She leans for the remote on the coffee table but you stop her with a hand to her chest, “You can keep playing the game I just want to lay here.”
“Baby I don’t mind we can watch something,” She insists.
“I know but I wanna watch you play,” you tell her honestly. It’s kinda hot watching her kick ass in her video games. Not to mention the whole veiny-hands-on-the-controller thing.
“You sure?” Ellie tried to confirm one last time. You laugh and nod returning to your earlier position on her lap.
She leans back placing her arms and hands over your thighs and focuses on one the game.
You’re not sure how much time has passed but she’s played a few rounds by now. You’ve found yourself tensing when the fights happen and growing frustrated right along side Ellie when she dies and has to start the level over.
She’s in the middle of the battle with some giant cyborg dude. She gets in a couple shots and the robot stumbles, “Yeah get him baby!” you cheer sitting up straighter, focus honing in on the tv.
She shoots the guy a couple more times and he falls to his knees before faceplating.
“Fuck yeah baby!” You grab her cheeks and leave a firm kiss on her lips.
She smiles as you pull back, “You’re really getting into it,”
“I don’t know the storyline is just interesting. And that dude was a major ass hole.” you feel shy at the sudden attention on you. You normally don’t care about video games but you haven’t really sat down to watch them either.
Ellie laughs at the blush you know is staining your cheeks if the heat you feel says anything.
“You wanna try,” she holds the emote out to you.
“I don’t know the first thing about playing this game,”
“I’ll teach you. And look,” she turns back to the screen and flips through what looks like some game setting, “There now it’s set to easy so it won’t be has hard when your learning the ropes,” she holds out the remote and you look at it hesitantly, “Come on baby you’ll love it.” Ellie urges.
You sigh and take the controller. You are interested in the story and Ellie loves video games so much it’s just another thing you guys can do together.
“Okay show me what to do,” You settle further into Ellie’s side so she has access to show you each button on the remote.
She points out what each one means and the corresponding shape. Something about L’s and R’s… you’re not really sure but you have a great time nonetheless.
It takes a couple of tries for you to start getting the hang of it but by round three you get a couple of shots on the guys who are supposed to be hunting you. You cheer each time you hit one and Ellie reminds you that they are still coming before you focus back in on playing.
You play for a while, Ellie watching you and giving you advice when needed. You can feel her eyes on you face as you play but you ignore them, that incessant blush creeps back up.
Finally, you hand the controller back to Ellie growing board of playing the same round over and over again, not able to kill the group that is coming at you before they get to you.
“You did good baby,” Ellie praises as she switches the settings back to hard.
“Thanks,” you lean back to place you head on her shoulder once more watching her hands on the remote, this time paying more attention to what buttons she hits.
You do, however, clock the veins running along the top of her hand and her forearms. Who could blame you? After all your girlfriend is hot.
How do we like? This popped into my head a few days ago so I thought what the hell 🤷♀️. Anyway if you have any writing prompts or ideas for me let me know because i’m in a writing slump fr! Thanks for reading <3
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Dating them~ Robin Headcanon
❖ One Piece, Robin x genderless reader
❖ Headcanon, Series, Fluff, Suggestive
❖ Tw: None
❖ wc: 1164
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Rating for this universe is 18+ let me know what you think~ Or if there's another crew member you want to hear about~
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Robin is the gentle mommy kind of girlfriend
You don’t even realize it but she is gently taking care of you without you noticing most of the time
Her devil fruit makes this extremely easy for her, placing a blanket around your shoulders from across the ship, gently catching you with a hand to get you balanced so you don't fall off the ship, helping you haul the rope in the storm, finding your lost item by looking around with extra eyes, etc
Robin is someone who when it comes to her partner uses less gendered terms. Prefers using they/them or terms of endearment like “my sparrow” “the beauty” “my partner” “my lover” “Who? Oh welcome home darling”
She likes calling or referring to you as hers, it's not to be jealously possessive or scare others off most of the time. It is simply that she is so happy to know that you are the person she has fallen for in this lifetime. This queen is convinced that you are the only one for her for the rest of time, she would never if you split up look for another. You are her angel and no one would be able to replace you, or hold a candle to the flame that she burns for you alone
When she does use it as a possessive outside of endearment or wonder, its usually due to one or both of you being in a dangerous situation and to alert one another of such things and tell others they fuck with either of you and the other will make sure there is hell to pay for everyone involved
Robin enjoys having you lay your head in her lap as she reads for some quiet bonding time.
Her fingers will always be resting on your stomach or carding through your hair (if you have ethnic hair or protective hairstyles she would switch to gently tracing her fingers over your arm to respect the hard work that goes into maintaining it)
This is also a way she asserts herself in private as the top in the situation, she will have you kneel and only let you rest your head on her plush thighs when she feels you’ve earned the privilege back from being a brat/tease
Part two for that, Robin will understand however if such positions are grounding to you in times of anxiety or after lovemaking. If laying your head on her thighs/chest/stomach etc is calming for you she will always be ready to set things aside and go find a comfortable place to do so with you
If anyone of the older Straw Hats knows how to walk their s/o through a rough time it's Robin. She will gently guide you with touch, or words, or a calming presence. Takes great pride in being able to work you down from any heightened state of emotion that is not beneficial to you (ie joy/happiness/excitement)
Will coo and reward you for being her “good little darling~”
Not huge on PDA in public, not that she has a distaste for it she just likes to spoil you in private away from anyone who might try to tease you for being so tender
It also goes that she's more on guard for dangers when out in the open, so part of her attention is ensuring that you are safe, rather than trying to enchant you with sweet words and melt you with firm but tender touches
I really see Robin as being the dominant person in the relationship, preferring that of being more the caretaker, although she is fine if you flip the script sometimes. Its just in her nature both in and out of the bedroom to make her treasured lover melt into a puddle or dote on them
It's her love language, besides it's so much fun to tease you even if you do or do not dish it back to her she loves being the one you trust and go to before anyone else
This woman is not the biggest on presents, she won’t mind receiving them but not really all that big on buying you presents. If you like receiving them she would take note and surprise you with things sometimes but they're never trinkets they are always items with purpose like clothes, weapon upgrades, skin care-useful things
Celebrations like your anniversary are the exception, she will spend so much time having something made or finding the perfect gift for you.
Price will not be a question, if its 1 million berries she will spend it for this occasion for that gift
Would be happy to teach you whatever knowledge she has on any given topic including how to read the poneglyphs if you’d like. Or nothing at all if you do not have the interest
She will do her best to support you in your hobbies or passions, but she will struggle if it is robots for purposes like Franky
She will still try because it's you but may gently suggest you talk to him about it as he’d understand more
Kisses are not lost on Robin, she adores them. Long slow meaningful kisses, she's never rushed even if a fight is about to break out.
Small quick kisses would be more your thing than hers, if she's kissing you even on the cheek she's slow, cupping your jaw as she sweetly leaves a kiss there before pulling away with a pleased smile. You can give her quick pecks, forehead smooches, bunny kisses, fast little makeouts but she will always kiss you slowly and methodically. Claiming all of you in that one kiss, so if you kiss her lips expect her extra hands to hold you there until she's done with you
Dates are never rushed. It's rare for her to plan a serious date with you but those are some of her favorites. Mood lighting and a really nice restaurant or to a fancy place to slow dance to some nice orchestra/ band music, or much to everyone's surprise a day at an amusement park, spa, water park. Only because she knows you’ll love it, and she would love watching you get excited and dart about as she slowly follows right behind never too far away. Taking in every second of the happiness on your face
Otherwise dates are more sporadic moments of you both wandering on your adventures together and just trying things that strike your fancy in town like shopping, or looking for a book she can’t read. She has challenged you once to find a book with a language she didn’t know as a way of distracting you from something the others were trying to surprise you with AND as a way of showing off her skills to you
There are many more ideas I have for this lovely woman but I’ll wait and see if anyone wants those as they may learn much more nsfw~
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How the Lin kuei trio react while you are giving birth to their child? PART II FINAL
Part 1 here ( bi han)
Credit image: void on tik tok
TOMAS 💨
You had started labor a few hours ago. You are in immense pain and you are trying to hold on as best as possible.
Your husband is next to you while he holds your hand.He looks more worried than ever, he didn't know how to help and he felt guilty about that.
-Come on Y/N you can do it.-Smoke said, trying to cheer you up.
You pushed harder, but there were no results.Tomás took your hand, wrapping it with both hands, giving it a kiss.He felt more useless than ever.
He couldn't stand seeing you like this
-"Is there anything else we can do?"- He asked as he continued holding your hand.
-Just keep holding his hand.- The nurse responded without looking at him, she was focused on her work.
That gave him more frustration, you are sweating and moaning in pain, your husband have never seen you like this.
-Don't worry, soon you will give birth to our son, our life and we will know him.-Tomas said as he caressed your head and held your hand.
You just nodded trying to smile, you wanted to hide that deep down you wanted to cry.
The pain was so unbearable, That you decided to stand firm and pushed with all your strength.
-I can see the baby's head, Y/N keep pushing.- Said de nurse.
When the nurse said that, your husband looked in his direction and began to feel butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't believe he was going to meet his son.
You continued pushing with all your might as you felt your baby come out.
Your baby's cry was beautiful...Tomas looked at his baby as his eyes began to water. It was love at first sight it was a (boy/girl).
-Oh my god Y/N it's beautiful, it's perfect.-The Shirai Ryu said excitedly.
The nurse brought him to you and you took him in your arms for the first time.
-Hello my love, calm down here is mommy.- You spoke to your little life while you kissed his forehead, then your baby stopped crying.
Your husband also kissed his baby on his forehead while caressing yours.
Your calm was short-lived as you began to feel contractions again.
-My love, what's up ? - Tomas asked, worried, he didn't understand what was happening, however you did understand...
The nurse checked you again below.
-There is another baby, cut the umbilical cord and bring more hot water.- The nurse told the others who were attending the delivery.
You handed your baby to the nurses. Your husband was in shock, he began to doubt whether to go, with his son or stay with you.
But in the end he decided to stay with you while he was attentive watching how they took care of his son.
Smoke has never felt so many emotions in a moment...
You started in the same way as the beginning, your husband never let go of your hand, the difference is that now he couldn't stop looking at his other son while trying to see the birth of the other.
-There's little left Y/N push.- The nurse said.
And that's what you did while you squeezed your husband's hand tightly.
You could feel your baby coming out. But he/she didn't cry.
Tomas got up a little.
-Why doesn't he/she cry? .- He asked worried.
-What's happening? .- You asked desperately as you watched the nurses pat your baby.
Your desperation and that of your husband did not last long as you heard your baby cry. Tomas heaved a loud sigh of relief.
For your part, you began to cry with emotion as you extended your arms to take your baby. When the nurses brought him to you, you gave him many kisses. Your husband caressed his /her small head and later kissed.
Then you handed him over to the nurses to bathe him and cut his umbilical cord.
Your husband followed them to see how they were preparing their two children, he looked excited at their lives, he felt that his love for you had grown like never before and that of his babies too.
Then you see how your husband has his two babies in each arm while he brings them to you.
-Give me both.- You told Tomas. He carefully left a baby on each side of you.
He was hypnotized, he couldn't believe they were his.
-It's incredible.-Began to say the shirai ryu while he put his hand on the tummy of his first born.
-Hello my babies, here is mommy and daddy.- You said sweetly to your babies as they looked at you with those little eyes.
-I think they have daddy's eyes- You said happily as you turned to look at your husband, he let out a small giggle.
-Thank you Y/N -Your husband said proudly, looking at you with those beautiful eyes.
You just kissed him. Although you knew that having twins was not going to be easy, you were grateful that they were both safe and healthy.
For Tomas, seeing his twins reminded him of him and his sister. He will do everything possible so that his children do not go through the same thing as him. His love was unconditional for the three of you.
KUAI LIANG ❤️🔥
The Grandmaster was sitting in the dining room, he was analyzing the papers delivered from his brother Tomas regarding the location of Bi han.
It was already very late and you wanted your husband to go sleep with you.
So you got up with difficulty, your big belly prevented you from seeing your feet, so you went barefoot to look for your husband.
- Here you are.- You said smiling as you touched your belly.
Your husband turned around surprised.
- You shouldn't be up at this hour, much less barefoot in your state - Scorpion said, scolding you.
-Oh please, honey, I've been like this for 8 months now, I can't even see my feet anymore.- You responded while putting your hand on his shoulder.
Your husband gave you a small smile and kissed your belly while he placed his hands caressing it.
-What is that?- You asked him.
-Bi han is in Sun do, Tomas found traces of him.- he began to say seriously.
-I must leave immediately.- said the pyromancer.
That surprise you, you had little left to give birth and he only cared about his revenge.
- Kuai Liang, our son is about to be born, really Bi Han can't wait? - You asked, worried, you felt like he cared less about you and your son.
-Y/N understand, finding him has been the most complicated, you yourself have witnessed that, until today it has been the first trace we have had.- The Grandmaster said, getting up from the chair.
You just turned to look away from him... deep down you understood it, but it hurt you that you could miss the birth of his child and leave you alone..
-I know, I know you've worked hard all this time... it's just that right now, I want you to see our son born, I don't want to stay.- You were interrupted by strong pain...
Kuai Liang looked at you worried, he thought that that pain you have was caused by his fault.
-What's wrong? - The Grandmaster asked as he put his hand on your belly.
- It just gave me a twinge, I think it's normal, and there's little time left. - You responded, trying to regain your composure.
However, he gave you another stronger stitch, which you couldn't hide with your expressions.
Your husband looked at you worried.
-"I'll take you to the town doctor now,"- your husband said worriedly as he put his hand on your waist.
- No, it's really not necessary, I think the news made me a little nervous is all. - You said, trying to minimize what was happening.
-Im going to go to bed again, just don't leave immediately please- you begged him.
- Don't worry Y/N, I won't leave without warning, wait for me and I'll accompany you in a while - The pyromancer said sweetly.
You just nodded, however you wanted to hide the fact that you were about to cry, you want your husband to be with you during the birth, to see your child being born, and he was going to miss all that.
Now you didn't know if these pains were contractions or just pregnancy pains, however you felt like your water broke .....
It was truly a miracle that you started labor now, you were scared, your baby was going to be born.
-Kuai Liang- You said nervously as you walked.
You entered the dining room again. Your husband turned to look at you and immediately understood what was happening. You extended your hand towards him with difficulty while holding your belly.
-The baby is coming.- You said with a trembling voice.
He quickly ran towards you helping you stay up.Then I carry you carefully in his arms to leave you in the bed.he put his hand on your cheek
-I'll go look for the town doctor quickly.- He said trying to reassure you.
You just nodded while trying to contain your pain.
And this is how the Grandmaster ran faster than ever to seek help.
*Hours later *
Your husband is outside your room waiting for the nurses to let them in.
While he waited he couldn't help but feel guilty, deep down he knew that the unexpected news he gave you had triggered all of this.
You and your son are his only family he had left (and Tomas), if he lost them both he wouldn't stand it.
What could he do now? His father taught him that he should always be there to help his wife. But he couldn't help, it's more like he didn't know how.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened.
-Grandmaster can now enter - The nurse indicated.
He obeyed and entered quickly. When he entered, he saw you sweaty and tired like never before, you were shaking.
When you saw him you extended your hand towards him.
He ran towards you and took your hand and with the other he caressed your head.
-I'm here Y/N.- your husband said sweetly.
-I must say, I'm grateful this is happening now.- You said weakly. Your husband smiled a little.
-I'm not going anywhere- Said the Grandmaster.
That gave you a little happiness but deep down you knew that later he would have to leave.
The contractions became stronger and you went into labor.
You pushed with all your strength for a long time, 20 minutes passed and still nothing, your husband never let go of your hand.
Deep down he was desperate, he felt worthless and there was nothing else he could do.
But he seemed calm next to you, you couldn't see his side.
His thoughts were interrupted when he saw how your son came out, however this baby was not crying.
- What's going on? Where is my baby - You asked anxiously, you knew something was wrong.
Kuai Liang went to where the nurses were with your baby, when he arrived where your son saw something that made his blood run cold...
Your son came with the umbilical cord afflicting him.
The Grandmaster's world stopped, he just looked at the scene in shock.
-What's going on? Why don't you bring me my baby?.-You asked again desperately
Your husband turned to you and hugged you, comforting you.
That confirmed your suspicion. You tried to get up to go to your baby. But the Grandmaster wouldn't let you go, he didn't want you to see the same thing as him. He started to talk to you but his words didn't reach you, you were worried about your baby.
Kuai Liang gently took your head in his hands so you could look him in the eyes.You started to cry, your husband kissed your head while he continued talking to you, but none of his words reached you again.
You knew he was also distressed but he didn't want to show it to you.
But as if it were a miracle, you heard the beautiful cry expected from your baby.
Your husband, without thinking twice, went to look for your baby. He gave an excited smile while tears began to appear in the Grandmaster's eyes. It was the first time you saw your loved one cry.
When he held his son/daughter, he gave him many kisses, then he took him to you who had your arms extended impatiently.
Until you were finally able to hug your baby, you also filled him with kisses.
-You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life...I love you (name of your baby).- You told your little life.
Your husband planted a kiss on your forehead and with his hand he held his baby's hand.
- Thank you. - Said the Grand master with his eyes illuminated
*Later*
You were lying with your baby in the middle of the bed. Appreciating it while you had a hand on his/her tummy and your husband had his finger trapped in his baby's little hands.
-I will stay as long as necessary- Kuai Liang began to speak without stopping to see his baby.
- My love, if you have to go, it's fine, the fact that you were there for the birth of our son makes me feel complete, and I also know that you have worked hard all this time - You said sweetly. Today was the happiest day of your life, for your baby to be healthy is the best you could ask for.
-But if something happens to you - the Grandmaster began to say.
- We'll be fine, I promise, just swear to me that you'll come back alive.- You said.
The pyromancer smiled, he felt that he loved you more than ever, he thought that he did well in choosing you as his wife.
He take your hand and plant a kiss on it.
-I promise.- he said sweetly.
This was just the beginning, but you and your son were the most important thing to him, his love for you was unconditional.
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Author's note
Hello everyone, thank you for reading me, I hope you liked it, if you have ideas do not hesitate to tell me
I will let this here for who not reading it yet
HOW THE LIN KUEI TRIO RACT FINDING YOU ARE PREGNANT
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✫𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, i can see you.
✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fighting, swearing, tristan being an asshole, breaking things (not too graphic promise LOL)
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The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!
Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."
After Y/N had locked eyes with Tristan she whipped her head to face her father. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother?!"
Her father and Kristan looked surprised — they both exchanged glances before they looked back at her. "Yeah, I guess I am?"
His answer sounded more like a question rather than a straight up reply. He didn't know why she was now seemingly opposed to the idea of him being engaged to Kristan simply because of Tristan.
Y/N looked shocked, her jaw practically on the floor. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother." Instead of a question, it sounds more like a statement.
Before any of them could reply, Tristan spoke. "Oh, hello step-sister." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying see your shocked expression. Tristan's smug remark only fueled your growing frustration and utter disbelief. You shot him a glare that could freeze lava before turning back to her father and Kristan, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.
"So, this is what you meant by wanting me to spend time with my old 'friends'?" Your tone was laced with sarcasm as she addressed her father. "You conveniently forgot to mention that my 'old friend' is now my soon-to-be stepbrother?"
Her father shifted uncomfortably under her accusing gaze, realizing he had failed to properly prepare Y/N for this bombshell. "I... I thought it would be best to tell you in person."
Your frustration mounted with each passing second. "Well you thought wrong, Dad."
Kristan interjected, her voice gentle yet firm. "I understand this is a lot to take in, Y/N. But we're all going to be a family now, and I hope we can find a way to make this work."
Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes at Kristan's attempt to diffuse the tension as she gave her a sarcastic smile. "Right, a family. How convenient."
Tristan leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed with a smirk still playing on his lips. "Well, this should be fun. Welcome to the family, stepsis."
Y/N resisted the urge to launch herself at him as she shot daggers with her eyes. "Don't call me that."
Kristan shot a glare at her son as she turned to you once again. "We didn't realize it would be such a shock to you,. We should have handled this better."
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. You knew you couldn't blame her father entirely, but the whole thing still felt like a betrayal. "I just need some time to process all of this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resignation. "Excuse me."
"I thought that went great." Tristan mumbled as his mother shook his head, your father pulling her in closer.
You turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving your father, Kristan, and Tristan as your retreated to her old bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that your carefully constructed world was crumbling around you, and you had no idea how to pick up the pieces.
You stepped out of the car, dramatically slamming the door as you took in the school: Chilton Prep School, where she would be going to school from now. She heard footsteps from behind her, she already knew who it was.
"Welcome home, Cromwell." Tristan's voice rang. You gritted her teeth at the sound of Tristan's voice behind you. You turned slowly, fixing him with a glare that could cut through steel.
"Save it, Dugray," you snapped, your tone dripping with disdain. "This is hardly my idea of home."
Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Well, get used to it. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."
Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Feisty as ever, Cromwell. I'm just offering a friendly welcome to our new classmate, no need to get all... bitchy."
You narrowed your eyes at his remark, resisting the urge to roll them. "I'll take that as a compliment, Dugray. And I don't need your welcome. I know my way around just fine."
Tristan's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Oh, come on, Cromwell. Where's that famous New York charm? You're going to need it to survive in this stuffy place."
"I'll manage just fine without your help," you shot back, your voice dripping with determination. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your bullshit."
You turned away from Tristan, walking into Chilton. You already hated it, everyone looked so pretentious and elitist, just like Tristan. But you weren't going to let that intimidate you. You had faced down Manhattan's elite, and you could handle a bunch of snooty prep school kids. You had grown up with these kids, they couldn't be that hard.
As you made your way through the halls, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. The students eyed you with curiosity, whispers following in your wake. But you held your head high, refusing to let them see any hint of insecurity.
Chilton was a far cry from the bustling streets of Manhattan, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in for a rough ride. But you were Y/N Cromwell, and you didn't back down from a challenge.
With a flick of your hair and a confident stride, you made your way to your first class, ready to show Chilton Prep that Y/N Cromwell was a force to be reckoned with.
"Where are you two going?" You popped a grape in your mouth as you watched Kristan grab her purse from the chair as your father tightened his tie.
"I told you earlier, we have a date."
You raised an eyebrow at your father's response, a hint of skepticism in your voice. "A date? You two are acting like lovesick teenagers."
Kristan chuckled, smoothing down her blouse as she shot you a warm smile. "Well, your father does know how to sweep a lady off her feet."
You rolled your eyes as Kristan and your father shared glances. You all knew what that meant, you had to be left alone with Tristan. You had barely managed to tolerate his presence since arriving at your father's house, and the thought of spending an evening alone with him was enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin.
"Well, have fun on your date," you forced out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.
With a quick goodbye, your father and Kristan headed out the door, leaving you alone, turning around and seeing Tristan in the spacious living room. He caught your gaze and his lips curved up into a smile.
You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tristan's gaze met yours, his smirk sending a wave of irritation coursing through you. You knew exactly what he was thinking – that he had you right where he wanted you, trapped in his company for the evening.
Suppressing a sigh, you turned away from Tristan, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under your skin. Instead, you busied yourself with anything that would distract you from his presence – flipping through a magazine, checking your phone, anything to avoid acknowledging him.
But no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Tristan was a persistent presence in the room. You could feel his eyes on you, his smug smirk burning into the back of your skull.
Finally unable to take it anymore, you turned to face him with a glare. "What do you want, Tristan?" you snapped, your patience wearing thin.
Tristan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Just enjoying the view, Cromwell," he replied casually, as if your irritation was nothing more than entertainment to him.
You let out a bitter laugh as you shook your head. "Real classy, Tristan."
Tristan's smirk only widened at your remark, his amusement evident in every line of his face. "Oh, come on, Cromwell," he said, his tone teasing. "You can't tell me you're not used to being the center of attention. You were in New York for five years and you're telling me you didn't have the boys throwing themselves at you?"
You narrowed your eyes at Tristan, refusing to let his words rattle you. "I don't need validation from boys like you," you retorted, your voice dripping with annoyance. "Unlike some people, I have more important things to focus on than relationships."
Tristan's smirk faltered slightly at your cutting remark, but he quickly regained his composure. "Touché, Cromwell," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "But don't act like you're immune to a little attention. I've seen the way you strut around like you own the place."
"And you don't? Please, I see the way every girl at Chilton looks at you. And I know you well enough to see how much that strokes your already, inflated ego." You paused, your voice laced with sarcasm as you leveled a pointed gaze at Tristan. "But hey, who am I to judge? If you want to bask in the adoration of your fan club, be my guest."
"Oh, I will, Y/N." Tristan let out a laugh as he watched you get all heated. He continued you watch you as you scoffed, turning your head back to the magazine.
You could feel his eyes on you, his amusement practically palpable. But you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. You weren't about to let him see how much he was getting to you. With a determined flick of your wrist, you closed the magazine and stood up from the sofa, shooting Tristan a glare.
"I have better things to do than sit here and listen to you," you declared, your voice laced with determination. With that, you turned on your heel and marched out of the room, leaving Tristan behind with his smug smirk and his insufferable ego.
You refused to let him drag you down to his level – you had bigger things to focus on than his petty games, like actually getting back to Manhattan where you belonged.
As you walked away, Tristan's amusement turned to frustration. He wasn't used to someone challenging him like this, especially not someone like you. With a determined stride, he followed after you, catching up just as you reached the hallway.
As you stormed out of the room, Tristan's smirk faded into a scowl. He watched you go, frustration bubbling up inside him. How dare she walk away from him like that? Without a second thought, Tristan followed after you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he caught up to you just as you reached the foyer.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Tristan called out, his voice sharp with annoyance.
You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him with a glare. "Away from you," you replied sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. "I can't stand being around you for another second."
Tristan's jaw clenched, his own temper flaring. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're any better. You're nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks she's better than everyone else."
The words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of rage within you. "At least I'm not a narcissistic asshole who gets off on belittling others," you spat, your voice rising with each word. "You think you're so much better but you're not."
Tristan squared his shoulders, meeting your gaze head-on. "I want to know what your problem is," he replied, his tone angry. "You've been acting like you a complete bitch when I'm all trying to do is be your friend."
You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh, spare me the act, Tristan," you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "We both know that's not what you're after. You just want to play your little games and stroke your own ego."
Tristan's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "And what about you, huh?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger. "You act like you're too good for everyone, like you're above it all. Well, let me tell you something, Y/N – you're not as special as you think you are."
"You know what, Tristan. I don't care about you or your stupid games because all I'm trying to do is get back to New York. All this shit is just a rock in the road," you spat as you turned around, walking away.
"Oh really? What about your obvious drinking problem, that's why your mom sent you away, right?"
You stopped in your track as you took in Tristan's words. Fury was etched across your features as you spun around to face him, your fists clenched at your sides. "How dare you," you seethed, your voice trembling with rage. "You stupid asshole!"
You pushed him as hard as you could, causing him to trip and fall into a table. You heard a loud shattering and both of you just stared at each other before looking down to see glass everywhere.
"Shit, that's my mom's vase." Tristan's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor.
Your chest heaved with anger as you glared at Tristan, your fists still clenched at your sides. "You deserved it," you spat, your voice thick with venom. "You had no right to say that."
"Y/N, this vase is like two grand. It was my mom's favorite vase," Tristan scoffed as he stared down at the ground. "She's gonna be fucking pissed, idiot."
You stared back at him with anger but you knew that you needed to figure something out. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you clenched your jaw and met Tristan's gaze head-on. "I know I messed up," you admitted begrudgingly, your voice tight with frustration. "You shouldn't have been a bitch."
"Well you shouldn't have pushed me, like an psycho." Tristan's voice was sharp, but there was a hint of surrender beneath his irritation. He knew that pointing fingers wouldn't solve anything, but he couldn't help but feel defensive in the face of your accusation.
"Well I'm not apologizing-"
"Y/N, we need to figure out what to do before they come home."
And right on cue, the front door opened, revealing your father and Kristan, who froze in shock at the sight of the shattered vase and the two of you standing next to it.
Your father's expression hardened as he took in the scene, his disappointment evident in his eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.
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make you feel my love
•my men are insane and i need them so bad so i word vomited this atrocity out. seeing the red lights mv changed me fundamentally. this is entirely self indulgent and i need to be sh0t probably
•minors DNI ‼️ 👹
•warnings: nsfw, 3some, porn w no plot basically, unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it yall), creampie, double pen, dom!chan if you squint
[this is my first ever skz piece and first time ever writing smut KMS pls be nice to me <3]
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“-so stay the hell away from her, understood?”
As you step foot into the practice room you see Chan up in Hyunjin’s face, index finger jabbing into his chest. The other members were watching warily from a corner. When they saw you arrive, they bowed politely then hustled the hell out to distance themselves from Chan’s anger.
You quickly interject, stepping between your boyfriend and his fellow band member. “Woah, woah guys! What the hell is going on here?”
Chan turns around and sees you, his expression softening slightly. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. That fucker just pushed my buttons and I lost my cool.” He points a thumb towards Hyunjin whose comments had started the argument. “Just some internal conflicts among us guys. Nothing you need to worry about.”
“You’re a terrible liar Chan. You look half a second away from ripping his head off. Tell me, what was he saying? Was it about me? About us?”
Chan shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, attempting to play off the earlier tension. “I overheard him talking to some of the guys about you. Idiot has a crush on you. Even though he knows you’re with me.”
You glance over at Hyunjin, but his eyes are glued to the practice room linoleum.
“Hyunjin? Is that true?” you ask tentatively.
Chan sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it's true, he answers for his teammate. “But let's not bother ourselves with this nonsense. I have more important things to focus on. We should get home.” He offers you a firm smile, trying to shift the conversation away from the drama and onto something more productive.
“Channie…” you begin slowly. You falter, stepping towards Hyunjin. You had discussed various ways of spicing up your sex life, not that either of you had any complaints, and you confided in Chan before that you had always found Hyunjin to be beautiful. You’d said if you ever were to request a third you’d chose him. Chan hadn’t disagreed either, but seeing as you were both content the topic was dropped. Forgotten.
Seeing you step closer to Hyunjin, Chan immediately feels a surge of jealousy, even though he knows there is no reason for it.
You glance between the two of them nervously , but Hyunjin cuts in. “Chan, before you kill me, I’ve always had a small crush on….. you too.” He looks down at the floor again, cheeks and ears blazing.
Chan's ears redden at Hyunjin's admission, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to brush off the embarrassment, focusing instead on the situation at hand.
You were just as taken aback as Chan was; you’d had no idea Hyunjin was bisexual. You’d never wanted to assume anything.
“Well,” you say, “that’s something you two have in common, that I presume neither of you knew of one another’s…?”
Chan sighs heavily. “No, we’re both out to everyone in the group, and I am to you, obviously, but I never knew he felt that way about… me.”
“So,” you begin gingerly. “What do you think of Hyunnie?”
Silence. Chan’s ears continue to grow redder.
“He is beautiful, isn’t he, Chan?”
Chan takes a moment to compose himself, pushing aside the sudden rush of emotions. He finally meets your gaze squarely, nodding in agreement. “Yes, he is-”
“Would you kiss him?”
Chan's eyes widen in surprise at your bold question, and Hyunjin’s head snaps up, both caught off guard by its suddenness. He opens his mouth to respond but closes it again, unsure of how to answer.
“It seems he wants to kiss you…” You glance at Hyunjin and see his cheeks are on fire, but he isn’t making any attempt to deny the claim.
You step towards Chan, talking in a stage whisper for Hyunjin to hear. “Come on, Channie. give him a kiss. For me? I hate to see two close friends fighting…”
Chan swallows hard, feeling a rush of heat spreading across his face. The mere thought of doing something like that makes his heart race. He turns to look at Hyunjin once more, studying his flustered expression for a moment longer before turning back to you. “Fine… but remember, this is only because of you. If anyone finds out about this… there will be consequences. Understood?”
Even as he warns you, there's a certain excitement in his voice - a spark of rebelliousness that he usually keeps under wraps. “Fuck… here goes nothing.” With that said, Chan steps forward and leans in close to Hyunjin, brushing his lips against his in a swift yet intense kiss. “Happy now?”
“Hmm,” you say in mock thought. “Now it’s my turn. Wanna share me Channie? I’ve always wanted to try two at once…”
Chan blinks in shock at your sudden proposition, his pulse racing as the reality of your words sink in. He glances over at Hyunjin, who is clearly surprised but seems curious rather than upset. “I… I wasn't expecting that. I don’t know. Is something you really want?”
You nod eagerly, smiling at the both of them. Hyunjin’s voice is a mix of nervousness and excitement as he speaks up. “Let's go somewhere more private first. Can't exactly do this here in the practice room. Too many people could walk in on us unexpectedly. We wouldn't want any unwanted spectators, right?”
We can go back to your apartment yeah?” You ask Chan.
“Uh, yeah, sure, sounds good,” he stutters. “Let's go then.”
He follows behind you both as you leave the JYP building, heading towards his car. His mind races with various scenarios of what could happen once you reach your destination. This is going to be quite the night.
Once you arrive on his doorstep, Chan takes a deep breath, steeling himself as he leads the way into his apartment. This is it.
“Are you sure about this? For anything that might happen? I’ve never done anything like this.”
You and Hyunjin nod, both confirming you’ve never done anything of the sort either. “I’m sure,” you say. “I trust you. Both of you.”
Chan pushes open the door to his dorm room and gestures for both of you to enter. A shy grin spreads across his face as he watches you step into his private space. This was his work apartment, so you’d never seen it before. Whenever he came to see you, you both always opted for your apartment, with its cozy setting and larger square footage.
“The apartment isn’t big by any means,” he begins but you reassure him it didn’t matter. If the bed wouldn’t work, then the kitchen counter or dining table would. Wherever the night led you three really.
Chan nods in agreement, appreciating your adaptability and readiness for whatever happens next. “Right, anywhere works. As long as we're comfortable and able to enjoy ourselves, that's all that matters.” His gaze shifts between you and Hyunjin, noting the uncertainty and excitement reflected in both of your guys’ eyes. With a determined flicker in his own eyes, Chan strides towards the couch, plops down, and indicates that he's ready to proceed with whatever plan unfolds. Hyunjin turns to you. “Lead the way.”
You walk over to Chan, straddle his lap on the couch, and place a gentle kiss on his lips. When you withdraw from his mouth, you turn around and beckon Hyunjin over. He sits obediently beside Chan, and you place a kiss of the same degree onto his plush lips. Chan watches hungrily as you make out with Hyunjin from his lap, pupils blown out, chest heaving. Chan's jaw clenches involuntarily as he watches you engage with Hyunjin, but he forces himself to relax and enjoy the sight.
“Don’t be jealous, Channie,” you whisper once you finish your kiss with Hyunjin. “You both get me tonight.” You smirk when he wiggles his hips under you, no doubt seeking friction. You’d noticed the hard press against your inner thigh as you’d made out with him.
“So what's it going to be?” Chan asks hungrily. “Are we warming up with some foreplay or diving straight into the main event? Your call.” As he speaks, his gaze remains fixed on you, filled with eagerness and excitement for whatever will unfold next.
You smile sweetly and him and Hyunjin. “Foreplay is always a good start wouldn’t you say?”
They both nod as if in a trance. You have them hooked. You look down to Chan, still squirming underneath you. “How do you want me, hmm?”
Chan leans back against the cushions of the couch, resting his hands behind his head as he contemplates your question. “How I want you… well. Why choose just one position when we can explore multiple? How about you start with Hyunjin? See what he’s made of. I'll join in later and we can switch positions whenever we feel like it. How does that sound? Exciting enough for you?”
His voice holds a teasing edge as he imagines the erotic scenarios that await the three of you. There's a palpable tension building in the room, filling it with an electrifying atmosphere.
You nod then turn to Hyunjin and begin slowly stripping his shirt, his lithe torso exposed to the two of you. “You’re so pretty, Hyunnie,” you muse. “Will look even prettier with that mouth on me hmm? Gonna taste me while Channie watches, yeah?”
Chan watches intently as you begin to strip Hyunjin’s pants and underwear, taking in every detail of his exposed skin. Hyunjin blushes, eyes squeezed shut as you reach down to palm him. He’s already fully hard. The sight stirs a possessive desire within Chan, but he restrains himself for now, knowing that patience is key.
With a playful glint in his eye, Chan rises from the couch and starts to remove his own clothing piece by piece, exposing his muscular frame and revealing his growing arousal.
“While you continue teasing Hyunjin, why don't you prepare yourself too? Get ready for what's coming next. Trust me; it's going to be worth it.” His voice carries a seductive undertone as he suggests the next phase of their shared experience.
You release Hyunjin from your hand and lay down on the couch where Chan was previously sat and Hyunjin immediately kneels before you. He makes quick work of it, fingers and tongue working in tandem. Chan watches greedily, slowly tugging himself as he stares.
Chan groans softly as he watches Hyunjin expertly tend to you, his gaze burning with lustful desire. Seeing Hyunjin worship your body like this brings forth a wave of desire within him. Meanwhile, he continues to stroke himself, matching the rhythm of Hyunjin's movements.
“Keep going, Hyunjin… she likes it rough. Don't hold back now.” His voice carries a commanding tone, subtly encouraging Hyunjin to push further into exploring your limits.
Before long, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen. “Hyunnie….. ‘m close. Don’t stop. Please keep going-”
Hyunjin nods emphatically in response to your pleas, the movement sending shockwaves through you. Chan grits his teeth as he witnesses your impending climax, his own release drawing near.
“Good… keep going like that… don't you dare stop…” He encourages Hyunjin, a dark growl escaping his throat as he struggles to hold back his own orgasm.
You manage to lift your head up off the couch cushion to face your boyfriend. “Don’t finish yet, Channie,” you gasp. “Still need you for later.”
Chan lets out a strangled moan at your words, his grip tightening around himself as he fights against the overwhelming urge to release.
“Fine… holding back for now. But just so you know. Once I get my turn, you're going to feel every inch of me. You’ll remember not to edge me again.” His voice drips with raw lust and restrained power, reflecting the storm of emotion raging within him.
Before you can bite out ‘is that a threat or a promise?’ you’re coming undone on Hyunjin’s mouth and fingers. He withdraws from between your thighs, mouth and chin dripping. You lean in to kiss him and taste yourself on his lips. While he kisses you back, you open your eyes and glance at Chan, an evil twinkle in them.
Chan's eyes meet yours as you exchange heated kisses with Hyunjin, witnessing the intimate exchange with an intense hunger brewing.
“You… devilish woman. Always finding ways to taunt me,” he growls lowly, unable to hide the arousal painted across his features. Keep this up much longer and I’ll take you over my knee.” His threat hangs heavy in the air between you, laced with an enticing promise of raw domination and unrestrained pleasure.
“Now why don't you two come over here so we can properly begin our little game?” With that said, Chan extends an inviting gesture towards you both, eagerly anticipating what fresh adventures await.
On wobbly legs, you stand and Hyunjin helps you up. Chan leads you both into his bedroom where a queen sized bed provides you with more space than the couch.
“How do you want us?” Chan asks. “At the same time? You want me and Hyunjin to fill you up?”
Chan smirks at your hesitation, circling around the bed with a predatorial grace. He glances at both of you briefly before fixing his attention solely on you.
“Yes, that's exactly what I had in mind. Both of you… at the same time… filling me up completely.”
Chan and Hyunjin exchange a smile before Chan asks, “Do you want me underneath or on top? Your choice.” His voice carries a tantalizing edge. “Take your time. We have all night.”
You whine at the thought. “Want you under me And Hyunnie from the back. In my…” you flush, unable to finish the sentence.
Chan nods approvingly at your suggestion, feeling himself leaking from your boldness. “Sounds like a perfect arrangement to me.”
Without wasting another moment, Chan lays down on his back then guides you towards him. He positions himself beneath you and braces himself, rubbing his tip between your folds. “Soaked, love. ‘m gonna go right in.”
You slowly sink down onto Chan with a gasp. You chose him for this position because from your quick glance, Hyunjin was longer but had less girth, so he wouldn’t hurt as much when he fucked your ass.
“Channie….” you gasp, eyes tightly closed.
Chan groans deeply as you lower yourself onto him to the hilt, a wave of pure ecstasy coursing through his veins at the sensation of being enveloped by your warmth. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him as he savors the intimate contact.
“Ahh… fuck… you feel incredible, like always. Keep going. Slow and steady.” His voice carries a husky undertone filled with desire and contentment as he revels in the pleasure that only you can provide. “Don't hold back now… show me what you can do. I'm all yours tonight… make me yours completely.”
As you let yourself adjust to his gradual pace, you turn to Hyunjin and nod. He approaches and lines up to your second hole, looking into your eyes. He swipes his fingers down to the spot you and Chan are connected and uses it as lube for your ass.
“Ready?” You nod, Chan still moving below.
Chan nods in approval as he sees Hyunjin position himself behind you. He grips your hips tightly, guiding your movements atop him as you brace yourself for Hyunjin's entry. “Go ahead, Hyunjin. She's ready for you. Just be careful not to hurt her-” His words are punctuated by a deep moan as he thrusts upward into you.
Hyunjin slowly slides in, inch by inch, making sure you’re okay with each of his advancements. Your eyes widen at the slight burning sensation and Chan smiles up at you.
“Feel so full Channie,” you gasp, eyes watering. “Can you feel Hyunnie inside? Up against you?” Chan’s eyes darken at your words and his kiss is bruising.
Chan grunts deeply into your mouth as he senses Hyunjin's cock pressing against him from inside you, intensifying the already powerful sensations coursing through his body. He clings onto you tighter, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws him closer to you in this intimate threesome.
“Yes… I can definitely feel him inside you. You look amazing… both of you do. Keep going…” His voice grows more passionate with each passing moment, mirroring the escalating intensity of their joint endeavors. “Don't hold back… wanna hear you.”
“Hyunnie…” you say, turning your head as much as you can. “You can start moving now. Want to feel you both moving at the same time.”
Both Chan’s and Hyunjin’s pupils are blown black as Hyunjin begins moving slowly. Your head falls onto Chan’s chest at the sensation. They both have a bruising grip on your hips as they begin using you for their own pleasure.
Feeling Hyunjin start to move within you alongside his own rhythmic thrusts, Chan can't help but let out a guttural groan of pleasure. He tightens his grip on your hips even further, eager to drive both of them deeper into you as they synchronize their motions.
“Yes… just like that. I want to hear you scream my name while we fill you up…” Hyunjin says, who had been all but silent up until now. His voice resonates with desire as he relentlessly drills into you.
The sensation is quickly becomes overwhelming. “Channie, ‘s too much,” you slur. “Need you to go slower-” You begin fluttering around the two of them, and they know it won’t be long now.
Chan senses your distress and reacts instantly, slowing down his pace while maintaining eye contact with you throughout. He leans forward to capture your lips in a tender kiss, grounding you amidst the whirlwind of intense sensations.
“Easy. Just breathe and relax…” His voice carries an assuring tone as he continues to guide you through this shared intimacy at a more manageable speed. “Just focus on the me.”
You nod wearily, and he kisses the tears away that begin forming at the corners of your eyes.
“Shit!” Hyunjin gasps from behind you. “Not gonna last. Do you- d’you want me to pull out-“
You shake your head firmly at Hyunjin's query, maintaining attentive focus on keeping up with the two of them.
“No… don't pull out yet. Lemme ride it out till the end.”
Chan continues to guide you. “We're almost there… hang on just a little longer. You can do it.” His whispered encouragement vibrates against your skin as he plants gentle kisses along your neck, offering solace amidst the tumultuous waves of pleasure washing through you.
“You're incredible. Keep going… give it all you've got…” His praise is interspersed with his deep moans of ecstasy as he seeks to propel each of you towards your ultimate climax.
Suddenly, an idea strikes you. “Wait- Hyunnie!” They both stop moving immediately, worry on their faces.
“Is everything okay? Did we hurt you?” Hyunjin asks. You shake your head.
“No, but… want you both…” you struggle to catch your breath. “Want you both in the same hole.”
Chan exchanges a brief but intense look with Hyunjin before turning back to you, his eyes shining with lust.
“If that's what you want, then that's what we'll give you,” Chan says. “Are you sure about this? Think you can handle it?”
His voice carries an edge of caution mixed with an undercurrent of desire as he waits for your confirmation. You nod. Chan shifts his focus towards Hyunjin, silently communicating their intent to proceed with your request.
Hyunjin slowly withdraws before lining himself up to your pussy. He slowly slides himself in, a loud groan slipping from his lips. Your eyes roll back as they both stay still, letting you adjust. Once you’re ready, you begin bouncing your hips in earnest onto the both of them, revelling in the feeling.
“You like that Channie? Like feeling Hyunjin right up against you inside my pussy? Gonna fill me up good, the both of you.” They both groan at your words, their pace quickening.
“Gonna eat it out of me when you’re both done? Want you to eat every last drop once you’ve filled me up.” You’re babbling now, but the sensations feel so good you don’t care what you’re saying.
Chan pulls you closer against him as he nods eagerly at your suggestion, his dark eyes gleaming with unadulterated lust. “Absolutely… I want every single drop of both of us inside you when we're done here tonight. Nothing will go to waste… I intend to savor every bit of you two.”
“You and Hyunnie can take turns eating it hmm? Do you want that Hyunnie?” you ask as you turn to face him.
Hyunjin’s eyes practically pop out of his head at the thought.
Chan smirks devilishly at your proposal, nodding affirmatively while maintaining intense eye contact with you.
“Yes… I want that,” Hyunjin whines. “I'll make sure none of it goes untasted… every last drop.”
With both of them moving rapidly in you, you were hurtling towards you orgasm, throat raw form screaming.
“Not gonna last Channie …….. Hyunnie… been so good to me, gonna make me-“
Chan focuses all his energy on supporting you through your impending climax, increasing his thrusts in sync with Hyunjin's. He leans in close to whisper hotly into your ear, “You're doing great…keep going… gonna come for the both of us? Like a good girl, yeah?”
His words drive you towards your release. His breath comes out in ragged pants as he pours every ounce of his being into his hips, snapping them back against you in time with Hyunjin. The ferocity of their joint actions and the intensity of their shared vocalizations tip you over the edge and you’re screaming. Tears stream down your face and onto Chan’s muscular chest as they continue their attack on your pussy. You’re clamping around the both of them; it won’t take much longer.
“Amost there. Keep holding on… just a little longer…” With each word he speaks, Chan injects a surge of energy into his pursuit of pleasure, pushing himself ever closer to his climax.
“Fuck!” Hyunjin gasps, and a warm sensation fills you right as Chan wraps his fingers into your hair and pulls you down for a bruising kiss. Chan lets out a guttural groan of pleasure as he releases his seed into you alongside Hyunjin's, their combined cum merging within your pussy. You feel the two of them mixing and slowly dripping out of you.
“You were incredible…” Chan’s voice is thick with emotion as he breaks the kiss, panting heavily against your sweat-soaked skin. The afterglow of the shared climax lingers heavily in the air around you, adding an ethereal quality to the otherwise earthy ambiance of your tangled bodies.
Hyunjin gingerly pulls out first, collapsing on one side of you. You slowly raise yourself off of Chan and follow Hyunjin’s suit, flopping down between the two of them. Chan glances at Hyunjin and they both look down at you with evil grins.
“Got one more in you princess?” Hyunjin says, sounding far more innocent than he looks. Like a cat that ate the canary. Your eyes widen at them as Hyunjin shimmies down your body until his mouth is once again between your legs.
“Such a mess she’s made, Channie-hyung,” Hyunjin tsks, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“Oh, I know.” Chan concurs. “Our girl’s made a mess of my sheets. We’ll have to punish her for that…”
Chan smirks down at you as he maneuvers between your legs alongside Hyunjin. “Oh… I can already see how excited you are for round two. Not that I blame you; you look absolutely irresistible after what we just did.”
He watches you squirm while Hyunjin continues the quest to clean you up, his lips pursing as he eats his own release out of you. He had a mix of all three of you dripping down his chin. You thought you could combust. Chan settles his face down and begins his own assault on your folds. You three are eagerly anticipating the upcoming continuation of this shared adventure.
#skz smut#stray kids x you#skz x reader#skz x you#bang chan x you#hyunjin x you#red lights#bangchan x female reader#hyunjin x female reader#Spotify
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pairing: jenna ortega x female reader
warnings: depression.
a/n: pleaseee send in requests. i am running out of ideas as u can see
Depression was a term that had been a constant in my life from the age of 14.
As well as the terms lazy, attention seeker, pathetic. You get the gist.
Well they had been a constant until Jenna arrived.
Her stupidly perfect smile had pulled me into her life and we were happy together until her stupidly perfect frown had pushed me back out.
And now of course I was back to the constants.
Curled up in the shower I sob letting my tears blend in with the hot water. While it had been a month since Jenna and I had broken up I couldn’t forget her.
I know my friends are worried. I don’t see them anymore. Partly because I didn’t have the energy and partly because they are Jenna’s friends too. We all worked on Scream 6 together.
Speaking of friends, I hear a knock on my front door followed by Jasmins voice. “Y/N open the dam door. I know your in there.” Her voice is firm and it pushes me to get out the shower and wrap a towel around my body as I head to the front door ignoring the water dripping off my figure.
Opening the front door I’m greeted with Mason and Jasmin standing together, Jasmins arms are crossed and Mason frowns rather dramatically if you ask me.
He is an actor after all I guess.
“Oh you look awful.” Jasmin sighs. It’s true I do. My hair is wet but not washed, my eyes hold black bags underneath them so large I could come across as a raccoon, my skins pale due to my lack of sunlight and I have lost enough weight you can see my ribs through my skin.
I don’t reply to Jasmin though, instead stepping aside as both her and Mason push their way into my apartment. “We’re worried about you.” Masons frown deepens as he places a hand on my bare shoulder. “Go get changed. Then we are gonna talk.” He gently pushes me towards my bedroom as Jasmin gets comfy on the couch.
As I close my bedroom door behind me I let out a shuddering sigh. I don’t know why seeing Jasmin and Mason had me so wound up but it did. Memories of Jenna and I rush through my head and I fall to my knees holding my head in my hands at the thought of how pathetic I am.
About fifteen minutes pass but I can’t tell as I remain on the floor in only a towel. My mind spins and I honestly can’t tell which way is up as I sob into my knees, my hands threaded through my hair.
“Mason. Fuck Mason. Get over here.” I can’t see but I hear my bedroom door open and two pairs of feet slowly walking over to my side. “Y/N, hey babe, your ok alright. Why are you upset?” Jasmins voice is soft and calm as her hand gently rests on my back. The touch causes me to flinch, the feeling of being comforted one I only had when around Jenna.
“I- I can’t do this. I miss her so much. I don’t know why she left me. I’m so fucking pathetic.” I sob, my breathing erratic as Jasmin rubs my back gently. “Mason. Go call her. You know what to do.” Jasmin orders Mason who instantly obeys and heads to the living room.
“No. Don’t call her please don’t.” I finally remove my head from my knees to beg Jasmin to reconsider but her face is stern. “Babe you need to see her. Please just trust me. She loves you. And obviously you love her.” Jasmin sighs and presses a kiss to my forehead as more tears roll down my face. I shake my head and bury it deep into Jasmins neck sobs still racking my body.
I remain there for a good part of half an hour before a knock on the door causes Jasmin to shift slightly. “I love you ok? You got this.” Jasmin smiles. Before I can argue against whatever she’s about to do an all too familiar figure appears in the doorway.
Suddenly I’m extremely aware of my basically naked body as Jenna smiles sadly at my heaped body on the floor. “Hey.” She whispers keeping her distance as Jasmin slips out the room.
I manage to smile sadly at her trying my best to keep emotions at bay as I stare at the woman I had been trying so hard to get over.
Jenna frowns slightly as if finally noticing I’m in a towel before heading to my wardrobe and rummaging through my clothes. An action that takes me back to all the times before our break up.
“Here let me help you.” She smiles pulling out a hoodie and sweats and crouching by my side. I hold the towel a little closer to my body the intimate feeling of Jenna’s hands on my shoulders one I had tried so so hard to forget.
“Thanks.” I manage to get out as Jenna notices my awkwardness and turns away allowing me to get changed privately.
Jenna turns around as I pull my shirt down and I’m not oblivious to the blush on her cheeks. “Why are you here?” I question, standing so I can face her small figure.
“Mason messaged me.” Jenna shrugs playing with her rings anxiously. “He said you wanted to talk.” Jenna half smiles as if not opposed to the idea.
“Well I don’t.” I spit, sudden anger forming in my stomach at Jenna’s presence. “Y/N. Don’t be angry please.” She sighs. I scoff. “You broke up with me Jenna with no explanation no reason no nothing. You left me knowing about all my problems and not seeming to care about any. Do you know how fucked up my head is now? Because I don’t think you do.” My voice is raised as I talk and I can tell it’s hurting Jenna which causes slight guilt to trickle through me.
“I thought it was for the best ok? I just-“ She trails off unsure of what to say next. “Just- I was scared. I’m about to go to Romania for eight months. What’s gonna happen? Your probably gonna meet some other girl while I’m gone. I don’t know.” Jenna let’s put a frustrated huff as she controls her breathing, trying to keep her voice calm.
“You were all I cared about Jenna. No one else can compare to you. I loved- I love you with my entire heart. I could never cheat on you.” I sigh stepping forwards slightly. Jenna doesn’t reply. Her eyes find mine, glistening with unshed tears. “I’m yours Jenna. No matter how far apart we are, I’m yours.” I whisper.
Suddenly Jennas lips are crashing onto my own, her hands running through my hair. I can taste her tears as they fall down her cheeks and find myself pulling her even harder into my body. “I’m sorry. Please be mine again.” Jenna’s voice is shaky as she breathes out, her eyes closed and head pressed against mine.
Those words cause my heart to skip a beat, the one thing that I had been dreaming of hearing finally came out of Jenna’s mouth.
I let out a strangled laugh and nod my head. “Yes.” I gently cup her cheeks and place a bruising kiss on her lips. “One hundred times yes.” I pull back to whisper.
Jenna lets out a chuckle, her eyes meeting mine. “I love you. I never stopped.” She sighs resting her head on my chest. I smile and rest my own head on top of hers thanking the stars for bringing her back to me.
#wlw post#lesbian#jenna ortega#fluff#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x female reader#jasmin savoy brown#mason gooding
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"I really fucked it up this time." "Yeah, you did."
younger hughes sister who is at mich and started dating rutger, she brings him home to introduce him as her bf and everyone takes it well but Luke who acts like an ass and is like why are dating my friend and calls her some names, but he was just scared that his little sister was growing up and he knew if he was at mich and saw her he would of been told by her right away so it makes him sad
"Why Are You Dating Him"
Pairing:Rutger McGroarty x hughes sister!reader
Tonight, you were bringing Rutger home for the first time. You knew Jack and Quinn would take the news well, but there was one brother whose reaction you were unsure of – Luke.
You and Rutger walk into the house and Jack and Quinn immediately start talking to Rutger about how hockey is going. Luke, however, was visibly pissed off.
"Can I talk to you?" Luke's voice cut through the room, and without waiting for a response, he grabbed your hoodie sleeve and pulled you into the living room.
"What's wrong?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sinking feeling in your stomach.
"Why are you dating him? You know the teammate rule."
"Luke, we made that stupid rule when we were kids," you started to explain, but he interrupted you.
"Don't even, y/n! You still let that rule apply to you last year! I leave Umich for not even a fucking year, and you're off fucking my teammates! You're such a slut!" Luke's outburst hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you speechless and hurt.
"Luke." Quinn says, walking into the room. His voice was calm yet firm, a silent plea for him to calm down.
Luke glanced over at Quinn, and he motioned for him to leave. With one last glare in your direction, Luke started out of the room.
"I really messed it up this time," you murmured as Quinn pulled you into a hug.
"Yeah, you did!"
"Luke, get out." Quinn tells him as you start to cry. "He'll come around, y/n/n. Just give him some time."
As the night continued, Luke eventually realized how good Rutger was for you.
You were setting up the guest room for Rutger, since your parents didn't want you sharing a room, when Luke walks in.
"Hey."
"Hi." You answer, putting the sheet on the bed.
"Can we talk." He asks, coming over to help you.
"I guess."
The both of you sit down on the bed and Luke cleared his throat, looking down at his hands. "I… I owe you an apology," he began, "I was out of line earlier. I shouldn't have said any of those things to you. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I took it out on you. That was unfair, and I'm sorry. I just… I worry about you, you know? I know you're not a kid anymore, but you're still my little sister, and I can't help but feel protective."
"I understand, Luke. And I appreciate that you care about me. But I'm an adult now, and I need to make my own choices, even if they're not always the ones you would want me to make."
"I know, and I promise to respect that from here on out."
"Just know that if you were still at Umich, you would have been the first to know." You tell him.
Luke nods, "So who was the first one?"
"Ethan, and he used it against me. Anytime we were over there and he wanted something from the kitchen, he'd tell me if I didn't get it for him that he would call and tell you right then and there."
Luke laughed, shaking his head. "Sounds like Eddy. Well, I'm going to let you go back to fixing the bed. I just wanted to apologize."
"Thanks, Luke,"
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ethan edwards blurb where he’s at readers dorm/apartment and she’s studying or writing a paper and he keeps trying to get her attention but she ends up yelling at him and he gives silent treatment but then they make up at the end (fluff not smut lol) tysm!
Pairing Ethan Edwards x reader
I sat at my desk, surrounded by a mountain of books and a blank Word document waiting to be filled. The deadline for my paper was near and I had left it to the last minute.
I needed to focus and concentrate. But of course, Ethan Edwards, my loving but sometimes overly playful boyfriend, had other plans.
Ethan had come over to my apartment, hoping to spend some quality time together. However, he seemed oblivious to the fact that I had a paper to finish. he was soon begging for attention
At first, it was innocent enough. He would walk by my desk, casually brushing my hair with his fingers or planting a soft kiss on my cheek. His attempts to distract me were cute, endearing even. But as the minutes turned into hours, his antics grew more persistent, and my patience wore thin.
"Ethan, I really need to focus," I said, trying to keep my voice calm but firm.
He pouted, leaning against the doorframe. "But I miss you, babe. I just want to spend some time with you."
I sighed, feeling the weight of my impending deadline bearing down on me. "I miss you too, Ethan, but I have this paper to finish. Can you please understand?"
He nodded reluctantly and wandered into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch, grabbing the TV remote. I thought his retreat signaled a truce, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
As I delved deeper into my research, the sound of the TV blaring became increasingly distracting. I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore it, but it was as if Ethan knew the exact volume level that would irritate me the most.
"Could you please turn that down?" I called out, my voice tinged with frustration.
Ethan glanced at me and smirked, deliberately raising the volume instead. My blood boiled, and before I knew it, I was standing at the doorway of the living room, my voice raised to match my exasperation.
"Enough, Ethan! I've asked you to respect my need to concentrate, and all you're doing is making it worse! Can't you see how important this is to me?"
Silence hung heavy in the air as Ethan stared back at me, his eyes wounded. He had never been on the receiving end of my anger like this before. His playful demeanor faded into a sad expression.
Without a word, he rose from the couch and walked towards the door. As the sound of his footsteps grew fainter, regret washed over me. I hadn't meant to drive him away; I had simply wanted him to understand.
With a heavy heart, I closed my books and followed him. The sight of him sitting on the steps outside my apartment, his face buried in his hands, shattered me. I reached out and gently touched his arm.
"I'm sorry, Ethan," I whispered. "I didn't mean to push you away. I just... I needed to focus."
He didn't respond, but he didn't pull away either. The silence hung between us, heavy with unspoken emotions. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage.
"I love you, Ethan. And I want you here with me. But I also need your support. Can we find a way to balance both?"
Ethan slowly lifted his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He looked at me, his expression a mix of vulnerability and love.
"I love you too," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm sorry for not understanding. I'll try to be more supportive."
We hugged, kissed and laughed for the rest of the night
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Panic
Asks are open if anyone wants to submit Fourth Wing/ The Empyrean series imagines/ fanfics (reader inserts are fine as well!) Sorry if this isn't any good, I'm just getting back into writing after a long time of not writing.
Concept: Xaden tries to comfort Violet from an anxiety attack that Andrana accidentally causes before Violet can shield fully. Takes place in Fourth Wing, there are no Iron Flame spoilers & Liam is still alive. (RIP)
Trigger warning for anxiety attacks and sorta self-harm though it’s not consciously intentional. (nails biting into skin, scraping one’s self purposely) Also mild blood.
Violet POV:
My heart races as I borderline run back to my room, the walls feel like they're closing in as my vision spots in and out. I’m going to fail for everyone, I’m not good enough to be Tarins. I’m going to get them killed.
Everything is too much, everything is too loud, Tarin's shouts in my brain are too muddled as I slam open my door and close it just as hard. My hands tremble as I grip my chest. Nails bite into the little exposed skin I have on my neck as I claw at myself. My clothes feel too tight as if they are choking me as the room spins violently.
My door slams open and Liam stands there looking panicked, accessing the room for danger before his gaze lands on me. “Violet, what the hell is going on? You just fucking bolted from sparring like you saw Malek himself” He stands in my doorway and tried to step forward but stumbles back as though he can’t get in. “I can’t-” My throat closes as I wheeze for air, my lungs completely incapable of letting me get the slightest breath in. My eyes tear up as Liam turns on his heel and races off, slamming the door behind him.
Xaden won’t get here in time, my lungs are killing me, he’s going to be too late and I can’t do anything about it. My own body is going to get all of us killed, I’m going to die, Barlow is going to be so pissed that he’s not the reason I’ll be announced on the death roll tomorrow.
“Child, you need to calm yourself.” A low-pitched feminine voice cuts through my scattered thoughts. I stand there shaking, breath laboured as I squeeze my watering eyes shut. “He’ll be there soon, just hold on.” Sgayel, my brain catches on, to her firm tone. “Tairn, what's happening?” I plead down our bond, desperate to make this stop. My head pounds as my breath catches again, a garbled wheezing noise comes out as I trip backwards and onto the floor. Pain lances through the back of my skull as it hits the edge of the bed frame. “Andarna, she’s panicking about what would happen to you if something were to happen to me, unfortunately, she’s forcing her emotions onto you.” His tone has an aggressive snap to it as if he’s lashing out at Andarna. “How, how do I make it stop? Please.”
Before he could respond my door opened again, Liam found Xaden.
Heavy steps fall in front of me as my gaze snaps up to Xaden’s onyx eyes, wide with worry as he sinks down in front of me. My ears ring as I try desperately to focus on him, my head throbbing more with each passing second as I wheeze again. He grasps both of my hands in one of his, his mouth moving though I hear no words. “Violence, I need you to focus. You’re okay, you need to shut the bond with Andarna down. Close the door just like we practiced a few weeks ago.” Xaden’s voice rings softly through my head, words commanding but not in his usual bossy tone. “I can’t. Make it stop.” I plead with him as tears fall from my eyes, burning as my walls come down.
Another set of hands is on me, touching the back of my head and I jump forward. Xaden catches me, holding me against his chest. Arms circling me as I grip onto him tightly, faintly I hear someone curse. “Listen to the Wing Leader. Focus.” Tairn’s stressed voice chimes in. “Focus on me Violence, you usually don’t have a problem with being distracted when I’m around.” Xaden chimes up through the bond. “If it wasn’t for the fact of I feel like I’m dying I’d stab you.” I shoot back at him, and he has the nerve to laugh while I struggle to breathe in his arms. “Just focus, study your bonds. Take your time. I’m right here.” His calming voice helps break through the intense panic.
Picturing Andarna’s shimmering gold door I try to shove against it, but it barely budges as it pushes back, every push makes my lungs wheeze again. “It’s okay, you’re doing great. Just try again.” Xaden encourages.
The ringing lessens as I feel Tairn trying to help as I push again, slowly it begins to close, my head throbs harder as we keep going. “That’s it, good girl. You’re doing so good.” Xaden says again, his deep voice helping ground me even more. One of his hands runs up and down my back, and I can feel another set pressing against the back of my head. Finally with one last shove her door closes as I sag with relief into Xaden’s leather-clad arms.
Turning my head slightly I look up and see Liam crouched just behind me, holding a black cloth against the back of my head, though there’s blood flecked against his hand. Tairn rumbles as I hear Sgayel pipe in. “She’s just an adolescent, her emotions are more intense than ours. She’ll be okay now.” Her tone is that of a mother consoling a child. The ringing finally stops as I take in my room, breaths still shallow as I can finally hear Liam.
“She should be okay, the bleeding is stopping now. You still with us Vi?” His sky-blue eyes flick down to my lingering gaze. “Yeah.” I manage to choke out as my head swims, Xaden sighs in relief as I unclench my hands from the back of his flight leather. “Thank you,” Xaden says to Liam as he continues to hold me, Liam takes the cloth away from my head as I shift to rest my head into the crook of Xaden’s neck. Exhaustion settles over my body quickly as the adrenaline leaves, Liam crouches in front of me, one hand resting against my shin as Xaden pulls me further into him. “Have you ever had this happen before?” Liam asks and I shake my head no. “I’ve felt something similar when Brennan died, but not to this extent.” My voice is hoarse as I answer. “It’s normal, my sister Sloane used to get them when we were kids. It’s called an anxiety attack, physically you’re okay but you spiral so bad mentally that it puts you in fight or flight. Take it easy the rest of today. You’re probably already feeling like shit?” He questions and I nod yes. “How bad?” I ask “You aren’t concussed, but head injuries bleed like a bitch. I’ll grab you some water okay?” He asks softly and I give him a small smile. “Thank you.” He nods and stands, throwing the cloth to the hamper by my desk. “Yeah, it’s no problem. It’s what friends are for.” He ruffles my hair as he walks by. “Oh and you definitely need to wash your hair, those silver tips are kinda dyed red now. Though it does look kind of badass.” He throws it over his shoulder as he walks out of the room and softly shuts the door behind him.
“Let’s get you up,” Xaden says as he lifts me bridal style and then lays me down on my bed. I move over some as he sits on the edge of my bed, looking down at me. “Do you want me to stay for a bit?” He asks “Please” I respond and he throws his legs up, shifting himself so his back is against the wooden headboard. “Has this ever happened to you?” “No, not from Sgayel at least, and never to the extent you were at.” “What exactly happened?” I ask. “From what Sgayel is telling me, Andarna got herself worked up and because she’s young she didn’t realize she was sending her crisis and panic down the bond to you. Tairn and Sgayel are with her right now, though I don’t think Tairn is helping the situation.” “Ease up on her, she didn’t mean to.” I shoot to Tairn and he replies instantly. “We will discuss this later, you focus on letting the Wing Leader take care of you while we deal with the child.” His grumpy tone leaves no room for arguing. After a few moments of silence, I ask Xaden.
“Can I have you undo my braid please?” he sucks in a breath as his hands move. “Yeah, come here.” He helps shift me as I lay my head in his lap. Fingers softly moving through the motions of untangling my crown braid, my eyes flutter shut as my body finally relaxes into his tender touches, being careful of where my head hit the bed frame as he finally unravels it. “Mira used to play with my hair to get me to sleep.” I yawn out, the moment feeling intimate between the two of us. “It’s okay, just sleep. I’ve got you.”
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Anti Romantic. | Lee Jeno
prologue- “I don’t hate you, I admire you.” + “Do I make your heart flutter?”
tw- lawyers trope, enemies/rivals to lovers sorta thing, jeno is scared to fall in love/ jeno is a big anti romantic. Bickering… lots of it. Ahem cheesy. Jeno is a bit of a dick but wbk. Short fanfic, fluff. Y/n has Jeno wrapped round her fingers.
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you and jeno never got on.
ever since you stepped into your law firm on your first day at work, crossing paths with jeno hasn’t ever ended well for you or him. the time you had to share office with him was hell enough, constant bickering, mean smack talk. Hell you swore you wouldn’t ever do anything with him even if you got paid millions.
but that’s ironic now considering you’re at your sister’s wedding who’s really close with jeno because they went to the same law school!
now you’re trying your best to avoid meeting jeno but then you hear your sister’s cheery little voice behind you crawling up your spine until a hand turns you around by holding your shoulders. you were looking down avoiding eye contact but his voice brought you back, as if the voice pierced your body tight.
“Y/n?”
he blinks in surprise, a terrible surprise at that. your sister scowls in shock. “you know my little sister?” she’d gasp and switch to nudge you, in disbelief that you wouldn’t tell her. You nervously smile, cussing inside so many terrible threats at the man standing in front of you without any shirt; he wore a lengthy black suit with bare abs out. “lee jeno.” you let out.
“yah y/n why didn’t you tell me you know him! he’s a really close friend of mine from law school.” you heard your sister exclaim with happiness, at this point you wish your sister knew how much of a dick he is.
jeno softly let’s out murmuring with condescending tone that was marking its war territory. you fakely shine him a smile enough to get his blood boiling, you turn to your sister gasping.
you direct the bride ahead with a little shove. “sis you really should go and dance with your husband before someone steals him Y’know.”
the man follows along side your sisters trail with a sudden business card handed out by him. you raise your eyebrows in dumbfounding motion, curling at the white business card that you are very familiar with. he gave you and your sister an innocent smile. “If your husband gets stolen away, call me. You already know where to find me.” jeno sweetly tells and your sister smiles nodding. She walks away.
you thank the lord before turning to jeno with the most dangerous glare, grabbing his business card whilst ripping it to shreds.
“I see you’re still promoting at my sister’s wedding, thought you were here as a friend, not a lawyer.”
he tilts his head with a lifting shrug to his shoulders, you tried your best to avoid looking down his thin waist and chiselled abs— sometimes you really forget that he trains at the gym and he often brags about it, which also boils your blood. he was so darn attractive, that you wished he wasn’t so perfect.
Jeno whistles. “Well let’s just say business is business.” You scowl. “You’re a divorce lawyer! You cannot give her your business card when she just got married.”
“So?” He calmly said turning to face you. Your lips fall apart at the one worded answer he gave you. Nothing argumentative but still questioning your outbursts.
“You’re not her type.” You spat rubbing the back of your elbows. Why did he always make you feel so explosive you swear you developed some kind of anger issue problems when you met him. He smirks finding your response predictable. “Ah y/n changing the subject as usual.”
“Love is a ridiculous hormone us humans have. It isn’t worth it. Why do you think i became a divorce lawyer? It’s because love is only temporary.” he whispers closer to your ears as he leans down, the height difference was another thing that made you question him; he was both tall, handsome as hell and most definitely calm as if he held no emotions. he had this detachment aura about him that makes you so different. You were a feeler and he was a thinker.
“You know, being an Anti Romantic won’t make you anymore less to fall in love.” you spat pushing him away with your hand touching those milky. You’d walk away and he smirks watching you look so hot and bothered, he definitely got under your skin because when he watches you leave you made your way to go far far away.
“Hold up, y/n!” He casually shouts getting your attention successfully because you turn around on your heels watching him as he stops you from walking further, he reaches out his hands with a low smirk that truly gets on your nerves.
You look down at his palm raising an eyebrow. “What? You want me to give you money?” You exclaim in shock and Jeno rolls his eyes grabbing your hand, holding it surprisingly very gently. “I’m rich enough I don’t need money from you.”
“Then what do you want?”
“A dance.” He simply retorts as he brings you to the dance floor where hands took you by surprise when feeling them round your hips and interlocking with the waistline, he was groping all sorts of areas that left you shuddering at what was next to expect. You took a moment or two to adjust the situation that he brought you in unpredictable. It’s not like he’s asked you or gave you a choice. He whispers on the side where you could only hear him. “C’mon wrap your arms around me.”
you side eye him with a deadly glare once again. your hands crawl up his suit and to his neckline where you follow in his footsteps carefully, though the urge to step on his expensive shoes was tempting, you know for a fact that would cost a lot if he was to sue.
Y/n’s brain cannot proceed a motive of why your enemy, lee jeno, asked you to dance with him out of everyone at this wedding venue. You look up into his beautiful black eyes captivating you as if he was the starry night sky. Jeno’s eyes were like a universe resolving round you. He was beautiful, a hidden beauty outmost that people wouldn’t know.
“Why did you ask me to dance with you…” your soft voice utters only audible to him. “I thought you hated me.” you tell him again.
“I don’t hate you, I admire you y/n.” he tells casually with a heavy lingering exhale. “we never got on the right foot.”
“you think?” You sarcastically shot and he chuckles shaking his head as he pulls you closer into his body. You quietly squeak as your wide eyes as day look directly at him.
“Your heart’s beating fast, y/n.”
shoot, you cursed mentally as you push him away quickly. Somehow you forgot to how to breath when he pulls you in unexpected, why was he so darn intimidating at times— hell sometimes you wish he wasn’t so attractive so you could control your heart that skips only for him.
“that’s because it’s- such an exhausting dance.” You stutter backing away. Jeno slowly walks forward to you, as he grabs your wrist pulling you closer again. “Do I make your heart flutter, y/n?”
you purse your pink lips together leaning closer. It was time for revenge as tip toe pulling down his tie. If he was going to play a love game with you, he already lost. Your lips were quick to take on his, sending a deep electrical charge in his body as he felt goosebumps overtake him. Jeno was stunned when he felt your addictive lips with a taste of strawberry haunting his taste buds, you smirk watching him.
“Did I make yours flutter?” You bark.
Jeno blinks as he tried his best to find the right words, but all he could say was. Nothing.
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Home Is Where The Heart Is - Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: After a brutal fight against raiders with Ellie you feel like your bond with her and everyone in town is broken but Joel is there to show you otherwise
Words: 3k
Warnings; blood; injury
Notes: Platonic Ellie x reader too. I need more of this Joel; long salt and pepper hair and scruff cuz fuuuuckkk me man he looks fine af
Y/N’s POV
People stop and stare as we make our way back into town, Ellie’s sat upon Indiana with the two kids, trotting behind us. One is cradled in her arms being only four and the other is behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She’s wild eyed and clinging to the four year old like a lifeline while I have the mother stumbling beside me, arm over my shoulder as I take most of her weight and Indiana’s reins are wrapped around my left arm so Ellie can keep the kids safe. We’re covered in blood, me the most as I may have gone on a killing rampage after finding the kids locked up in those cages.
Tommy and Maria are rushing towards us, the gates slamming shut behind Indiana and causing the kids to cry out in fear, my heart breaking even more. Others are joining us, Jesse escorting the mother towards the makeshift hospital Jackson has with a promise her kids will be safe and reunited with her shortly but she needed medical care first. The reins are being taken from me and I’m stepping towards Ellie who is standing by Tommy, the kid still cradled in her arms, and she takes a step back. My world comes crashing down right then and there, the look of fear in her clover eyes when she sees me moving towards her, it draws a lump in my throat and I’m digging my nails into my palms to keep myself calm. Dina’s putting a hand on my arm, being one of the only people to know about my past and why I was so triggered by the raiders keeping this family hostage.
I’m throwing a glance back at Ellie when Dina begins leading me away, watching how Tommy and Maria are tending to her and the kids until they disappear around a corner. Dina’s firm hand in mine being the only thing grounding me from breaking down right then and there in the snow as I don’t know if I want to cry or scream or both. I’m angry and I’m hurt and I’m not good with emotions so all I can do is focus on her tight grip on my hand as she leads me home.
“N-no, Dina we can’t… Ellie-“ My voice cracks at Ellie’s name. She won’t want me being in the same house as her anymore. The look in her eyes said it all back there and I know… she won’t ever look at me the same way again let alone look at me.
“We need to wash the blood away and I’m sure Joel will want to know.” She steels me with a stern look as I pull against her hand, digging in my heels but somehow she’s overpowering me and pulling me up the porch steps. She doesn’t hesitate to dive a hand into my pockets and pull out my keys so she can let us in. Joel’s jumping up when he sees me covered in still drying blood, mouth open in protest but silenced by Dina holding a hand up to him before she turns back to me, “Shoes off and go run yourself a shower. Now.”
I don’t argue, toeing off my boots and heading for the stairs, keeping my eyes down and shaking off Joel’s hand that reaches out to touch my shoulder lightly. The soft sound of emotional hurt he makes is another stab in my gut but this time they’ve twisted the knife and the floodgates of blood and tears all at once. I’m trying to hold in the sob as I sprint up the stairs, hearing the quiet mumbles of Joel and Dina and wanting to drown them out. My heart is pounding in my ears and I’m struggling to breathe, stumbling into the bathroom door before slipping to my knees inside. I’m having a panic attack and I try so hard to remember the tricks Tommy taught me, pressing the flat of my palms to the freezing porcelain, focusing on the contrast of temperature against my burning skin. Hands touch my shoulders and I’m spinning around, pinning them down until I realise it’s Dina. She doesn’t flinch and there’s no fear or hatred in her gaze and I’m falling, my cheek pressing to the cold floor as she watches. She leans over and brushes a strand of my blood-matted hair off my forehead and I’m squeezing my eyes shut to try and stop crying but it doesn’t work.
Dina’s pulling herself to her feet and I wait to hear the bathroom door open and close but instead the sound of the shower being turned on reaches my ears and the heavy pounding of the water against the bottom of the bath seems to blur out any possibility of thoughts. The comforting sound of the water mixed with the cool tiles calms my heart rate enough to drag myself into a sitting position, eyes sliding open to see Dina watching me from where she’s sat atop the counter, waiting me patiently to come around. Her smile is soft, her curls more prominent in the steam the hot shower is producing and I want to cry again but I can’t. It’s not the time.
“Ellie’s scared of me.” I croak, voice sounding wrecked and Dina’s gaze soften as she gently shakes her head, watching me pull myself to my feet, legs shaking from exhaustion. My hands tremble as I struggle with the buttons on my shirt until familiar hands are slapping mine away and deft fingers make quick work of it, helping me slide it off and it goes straight in the bin. I manage to kick my jeans off and Dina turns away so I slip out of my underwear and into the welcoming warmth of the shower. It draws a sound from my lips as my muscles begin to ache and the open wounds that adorn my skin let themselves knows. All I can focus my attention on is the way the water runs red, not stopping or fading back to clear until Dina’s sighing and she surprises me by stepping into the shower with me but fully dressed.
I should be yelling at her, asking what the fuck she’s doing but I can’t muster the energy to. Jesse; Dina and I have a pretty chill friendship and we’ve had to look after each other after particularly tough patrols or raiders getting into Jackson. Jesse had to help Dina snap out of her shock one time after her first kill of a raider and the three of us just sat in the bathroom, Jesse cleaning the blood and mud from Dina while I had my back to the door. It was the first time I had truly felt comfortable around people and I trusted them with my life, loving to see how happy Jesse and Dian were together. I hope Jesse doesn’t kill me for this, I’m the one who’s naked not Dina but it still feels strangely intimate. Dina’s definitely pretty but I’m not one to swing that way, especially with the weird bond thing Joel and I have.
“Joel?” I ask as Dina massages the shampoo into my scalp the water running even redder than before and my eyes are slamming shut because Ellie’s right. I am a monster.
“He’s gone to talk to Tommy,” She coos soothingly before speaking up again, a smirk in her voice as she washes the shampoo out and moves onto the conditioner, “What was he doing waiting in your house anyway, with a key by the looks of it.”
“I…” I have to actually pause as I’m not sure why Joel was waiting for me here. I usually come back from patrol, shower then head down the road to his for dinner, “I don’t know.”
“Well, he was so worried, thought you were hurt,” She grinning, I can feel it without turning around, shivering when she rinses the conditioner out and runs her fingers through my hair to tease out any more knots clinging together. It hurts but I don’t even wince as I deserve it after what I did today, “Joel was ready to shove me aside and come up but I didn’t think you’d want him seeing you so vulnerable just yet.”
The shower is turned off and Dina’s stepping out, leaving the room dripping wet head to toe before a towel is flung through a crack into door and I hear her race to the spare room as both her and Jesse keep spare clothes in mine. The privacy giving me time to dry myself and pad to my room, shutting the door behind me with a soft click as Dina’s footsteps can be heard on the steps before the familiar sound of the kettle boiling is following.
“I’m staring at myself in the cracked mirror an ache in my chest as the person I once knew is not the person staring back at me. Instead, it’s someone with bags under her eyes and a heavy weight of the past crushing them, leaving their mouth constantly turned downwards, eyes dull and eyebrows always in a scowl, no brightness or warmth to any part of them. Staring back is a shell of the person you once used to be, learning to slowly adapt and love again within the safe confines of Jackson. The walls may keep me safe but seeing others, like the mother and sons in pain and danger, makes me feel selfish for trying to be happy and build a life when they’re getting tortured and killed everyday. The scar across my cheek reminds me that I was once the person chained up and tortured for information I didn’t have and I was the one being saved by Tommy like I did that family. Maybe… Just maybe there is a possibility I deserve love and-
The opening and closing of the front door has me shaking my head, grabbing the first clothes I find in my drawers and haphazardly pulling them on: it’s a pair of grey baggy sweatpants and a somewhat matching sweatshirt in a deep blue colour. I’m drawing my damp hair up into a ponytail and before I can even open the door to head downstairs and find out why Dina left my bedroom door is being pushed open. Crowding the doorway is an almost shy looking Joel, salt and pepper hair shining in the sunset pouring through my window, beard finally having joined his hair in colour over the last year, tanned skin warm and glowing and a light pink dusting his cheeks. He’s still got his brown winter jacket on and that worn baby blue scarf tucked into it and if I weren’t so worried about Ellie hating me and the family I brought in I’d be on my knees for him already. I haven’t got much resolve after today and the things this man and his large hands do to me is almost embarrassing. He’s holding a steaming mug of what smells like coffee and the mug looks tiny wrapped in his hand.
“I-I thought you might like some company?” Joel’s stuttering and blushing and I’m just nodding, moving to my bed and he follows, setting the cup on my bedside table. He’s moving back to close the bedroom door, shrugging off that jacket and scarf to put them across my desk chair before finally sitting on the edge of my bed. I don’t think twice about pulling him down so he’s laying on his back and slotting myself under his left arm, laying my head on his chest over his heart so I can feel it beating comfortingly against my ear, “I’ve got you.” He coos, fingers gently pulling the hair tie from my hair so he can card his fingers through it and my eyes are fluttering shut when his blunt nails massage my scalp.
“Ellie hates me now, doesn’t she?” My voice shakes and I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to see his expression as he continues to soothe my hair and scalp.
“She doesn’t hate you, she just needs some time to process. She’s never seen you…” He trails off, chest rumbling when I push a hand under his shirt, feeling his soft stomach rise and fall with every breath. He may not have a six pack but he is in no way unfit, his pecs well defined and if you run your hands over his chest you can feel the beginnings of six packs but he’s perfect the way he is: equal parts buff and soft.
I’m gasping softly when the rough pads of his fingers ghost over my cheek, drawing me up to meet his gaze, honey eyes soft and warm as they search my face. Gentle fingers traces the scar down my cheek, nothing on his face but warmth and… love? It’s almost overwhelming and I’m letting my eyes slide shut, leaving into his warm palm that is now gripping my jaw, parting my lips when his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. His name tumbles from my lips in a broken whine and it’s as if the world is answering my prayers when plump lips meet mine in a soft kiss. My hands find the thick scruff of his beard, dragging my nails lightly through it and eliciting an addictive sound that I swallow. Moving my hands to tangle in his hair and pull lightly, deepening the kiss and opening my mouth for his searching tongue. Joel surrounds me in every way, his scent intoxicating, lips tasting of coffee as if he’d stolen a sip or two on his way up the stairs and his kisses leaving me dizzy with wanting more.
He’s pulling back too soon, stopping my lips from chasing his like I want to and honey eyes darker as he whispers out, “Y/N stop, I…” He takes a deep breath, hand cupping my cheek and thumb rubbing my cheekbone, “I want this, you don’t know how crazy I am for you but you’ve just been through something big… I want to know your feelings back are real and not just… not just adrenaline.”
“Stay the night?” I rush out, chest heaving with nerves and his eyes search my face again before he’s nodding and rearranging us so he’s spooning me. His left arm is under my neck, tucking it under my pillows so I can use both as a pillow and his right is resting on my hip but it’s not enough. I’m intertwining our fingers, pulling them to my lips to kiss his knuckles before letting our interlocked hands settle over my heart, a small smile on my lips when he presses a kiss to my neck and begins to whisper soothingly until my eyes are growing heavy.
*
Rolling onto my back, stretching, I’m greeted by Joel watching me with a soft look in his eyes, propped up on his elbow and fingers moving to brush my hair out of my face as he speaks quietly, as if trying to not ruin the moment, “Hey there baby girl.”
“Hey Joel,” I whisper back, raising myself to lean on my elbows, our lips a hair’s breadth away and his breath fanning over my face as I say the three words he wants to hear, “I meant it.” His lips are meeting mine in a gentle kiss, beard scraping against my chin and cheek but I would gladly suffer all the beard burn in the world to have him kissing me the way he is. He’s laying me back down and slotting himself over me, our bodies fitting together like a prefect jigsaw puzzle and the strangely comforting mix of burnt coffee, a woodsy musk I know is his cologne and something citrusy sweet has me reeling. I’m tugging at Joel’s bedhead, loving the longer look he has adopted over the last few months and my breath is being stolen with every push and pull of those tantalising lips.
“Y/N!” The door flies open and Joel’s rolling to sit next to me as we jump apart, Ellie standing in the doorway. Her mouth is hung open as her clover eyes flit between me and Joel, my heart pounding so loud I think they both can hear it as Joel’s placing a calming hand over mine. Ellie’s face twists and soon enough she’s beaming as she yells, “FUCK YEAH I GET TO CALL Y/N MUM!”
Mum?
“You don’t hate me?” I ask quietly as she sits on the bottom of the bed, legs crossed and facing us. Guilt fills those bright eyes but she’s shaking her head and I’m yanking her into a hug that I really need. She laughs sweetly, throwing her arms around my shoulders and burying her face in the crook of my neck.
“I could never hate you Mom. You mean too much to me, you were protecting us,” She pulls back, hand holding one of mine, “I was pretty badass the way you shot down every single one.”
“I love you.” I whisper, glancing between her and Joel and they both smile. Before I can ask they’re both tackling me into a hug and I just relinquish any fight I was going to put up as this is what I want. Ellie’s curled up in my arms between me and Joel as he looks at me with one emotion I never thought I’d get from him: Love.
It fills my chest with pride and I’m reaching out for Joel over Ellie’s now passed out form and he’s meeting me halfway, interlocking our fingers and pressing a kiss to my forehead over Ellie. This is really happening. I have to blink a few time in shock as yeah, Ellie is asleep between me and Joel and there’s a new found sense of place and belonging filling every corner of this house. Maybe things will be okay. They work out in the end.
Always.
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Enticing 35 || Harry Styles
Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?
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The day of the prenatal appointment arrived, and Harry and Y/N found themselves sitting side by side in the waiting room of the obstetrician's office. The atmosphere was hushed, the anticipation palpable as they exchanged glances filled with a mix of nerves and determination.
Harry's fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh, a manifestation of the tension that had settled within him. Y/N, on the other hand, took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. They were navigating uncharted territory together, and the upcoming appointment was a significant milestone in their journey.
When their names were finally called, they rose from their seats, the weight of the moment pressing upon them. Harry reached out and gently squeezed Y/N's hand, offering her a reassuring smile that masked his own apprehensions.
Together, they entered the doctor's office, where they were greeted by a warm and friendly obstetrician. Dr. Williams had been recommended to Y/N by her mother, and her gentle demeanor put both Harry and Y/N at ease.
Dr. Williams, a middle-aged man with a warm smile, addressed Y/N first, his tone professional but kind. "Good afternoon, Y/N. How have you been feeling since our last visit?"
Y/N answered, sharing her thoughts and any concerns she had about the pregnancy, her gaze never leaving the doctor. However, as the appointment continued, Dr. Williams seemed to become increasingly friendly with Y/N, his mannerisms shifting from professional to overly familiar. Harry had also found it incredibly rude and unprofessional for him not to greet him yet he abstained from saying anything. The last thing he wanted was to upset Y/N.
Harry couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in the doctor's behavior. He watched as Dr. Williams playfully flirted with Y/N, offering compliments and personal anecdotes that were unrelated to the appointment. Harry's unease grew with each passing moment, his protective instincts kicking in.
When Dr. Williams addressed Y/N's pregnancy and casually mentioned, "So, you're doing this all on your own, then?" Harry felt a surge of anger and frustration. It was clear that the doctor assumed Y/N was a single mother and he was just a friend. He was done playing nice. It was time he let his presence be known.
Before Y/N could respond, Harry spoke up, his tone firm and assertive. "Actually, no. We're doing this together."Harry's eyebrows shot up in mild surprise as he took Dr. Williams' hand. “Harry Styles”.
Dr. Williams raised an eyebrow in surprise, his gaze shifting between Harry and Y/N. "Oh, I see. My apologies for the assumption. I presume you must be the father?”
“That’s right” He dryly said.
As the appointment progressed, they experienced a mix of emotions. They heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time—a moment that left them both awe-struck and teary-eyed. Dr. Williams shared important information about the pregnancy, discussing the upcoming milestones and what to expect in the months to come.
Just before the appointment ended and as Y/N wiped the gel off her bump, Harry cleared his throat, his tone earnest. "Dr. Williams, we wanted to discuss something important with you."
The doctor's demeanor shifted slightly, sensing the seriousness of their tone. "Of course, please have a seat."
Once they were settled, Y/N began, her voice steady. "Harry and I have decided to do a paternity test to confirm the biological father of the baby."
Dr. Williams' expression remained professional, his gaze shifting between them. "I understand. It's a significant step, and it's important to ensure clarity."
Harry nodded, his tone firm. " We want to get it done as soon as possible."
Dr. Williams leaned back in his chair, considering their request. "I can provide you with the necessary referrals and information for the test. It typically involves a blood sample from both the mother and the potential father."
Y/N and Harry exchanged a look of acknowledgment, gratitude evident in their expressions.
"Thank you, Dr. Williams," Y/N said, her voice sincere.
Outside the doctor's office, in the corridor of the medical center, Harry and Y/N shared a moment of quiet reflection. The weight of their shared experience hung in the air, a reminder that they were united by the life growing within Y/N, a life they would both cherish and support, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.
Leaving the hospital behind after their prenatal appointment and discussions about their unborn baby, Harry and Y/N stepped into the fresh air of the city, their steps carrying them away from the medical center.
As they walked down the sidewalk, Harry's curiosity got the better of him. "So, what's on your agenda for the rest of the day. Do you have a lot of work ahead?"
Y/N's gaze wandered to the bustling city around them before she replied, her voice calm. "Actually, I'm heading to the new apartment to receive some furniture that's being delivered."
Harry's brows furrowed with concern. "Are you doing it all on your own?"
Y/N's lips curved into a small smile, appreciating Harry's thoughtfulness. "No, Patrick is helping me, but he'll only be available after he's done with work."
Harry's worry didn't dissipate. "That's kind of risky, isn't it? Carrying heavy furniture and all?"
Y/N nodded in understanding, acknowledging the validity of his concern. "Yes, it can be, but we'll be careful. I can't leave the furniture out in the hallway, and Patrick offered to assist once he's available."
Harry's protective nature kicked in as he offered an alternative solution. "I could help you. I'm free for the rest of the day, and it's better than waiting for Patrick."
Y/N's gratitude shone in her eyes, and she shook her head gently. "Harry, you've done enough today with the appointment and everything. I don't want to take up more of your time”
Harry's concern for Y/N's well-being was unwavering, and as they continued their walk down the bustling city streets, he couldn't shake the nagging worry about her handling heavy furniture on her own.
"Y/N," he began, his tone gentle yet resolute, "I can't just stand by knowing you're handling all that furniture on your own. It's not safe, especially during your pregnancy."
Y/N glanced at him, her expression a mix of appreciation and a hint of protest. "I know you want to help, but you've already done so much today. You don't have to—"
Harry interrupted her, his voice firm. "I want to help because I care about you and the baby. I can't let you take unnecessary risks. Please, let me come with you."
There was a pause as Y/N met his determined gaze, recognizing the sincerity in his words. After a moment, she relented with a small smile. "Alright. I don't want to argue about it. Thank you for being so thoughtful."
Harry's lips curled into a relieved smile, his hand finding hers once again as they continued walking. "I promise it won't take long, and I'll make sure everything is set up safely."
As they approached Y/N's apartment building, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had successfully convinced Y/N to let him help, and he was determined to ensure everything went smoothly.
Y/N's new apartment was a charming and intimate space, radiating personality and warmth despite its smaller size compared to Harry's more lavish abode. Nestled in a bustling city neighborhood, the building itself had an old-world charm, complete with a wrought-iron staircase and a vintage elevator with a metal gate.
Stepping through the front door of the apartment, one would find themselves in a welcoming living area that doubled as her lounge and dining space. The open-plan design made the most of the limited square footage.
The living area boasted a cozy sofa in a rich, earthy tone that begged to be lounged on. Overhead, a stylish pendant light cast a warm, golden glow. Beside the sofa, a rustic wooden coffee table held a few well-chosen decorative items, including a vase of fresh flowers.
“The couch is being replaced. All the furniture here is just temporarily” She explained to Harry as she allowed him to explore the apartment. “Except for the barstools. Those I got a few days ago”.
The walls of the living room were painted in soft, soothing colors, which made the space feel more expansive than it actually was. A large window allowed natural light to filter in during the day, revealing a charming cityscape view.
Adjacent to the living area was a compact kitchen, where Y/N could whip up her favorite meals. It featured modern appliances, sleek countertops, and a breakfast bar with a couple of stylish barstools.
Down a short corridor were the bedrooms. The bathroom, while not overly spacious, was functional and clean. It featured a standing shower, a sink with a mirrored cabinet, and a few shelves stocked with toiletries.
“There is no bathtub” Harry pointed out to her. “How are you going to bathe her?”
“Her?” Harry smiled and looked away. “I was hesitant to get it because of it. I guess I’ll figure it out when I get there.”
Overall, Y/N's apartment exuded a sense of coziness and personality. It was the kind of place where you could easily curl up with a good book or share a glass of wine with friends. While it lacked the grandeur of Harry's home, it was perfect for her—a space where she could express her individuality and create new memories, especially as she awaited the arrival of her child. Harry couldn't wait to see it fully furnished, knowing that it would only become more charming with each added piece.
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come grab your freshly off the grill cooked ship!
This time featuring the 'arts and crafts project' because Felis is glue here, otherwise the rest would fall apart.
FOR THE RECORD this is if all three Hua's here were individual entities separate from each other
I'll put my unhinged mentally unwell takes down below for your enjoyment <3
ill try to. help make sense of their personalities and thoughts on the others.
Felis: basically her usual self, though maybe a bit toned down with her antics (I say toned down as if I ever elaborated on what she's like lol)
treasures Hua the most, best friends and partners, tries to get Hua to be less stiff and enjoy life but also is scared to lose her
admires Phoenix and gets along with her really well
thinks AE is kinda scary because she's a celestial but there's something alluring about such a powerful entity being so mysterious and 'cold' (girl cant help getting a crush tho)
Hua: soldier, shy, unsure of herself, basically her moths era (NOT her Elysian Realm SIM!)
got attached to Felis because she is a source of comfort and feels like 'home', likes having someone to come to after her missions
Phoenix's happy and relaxed attitude is calming in contrast to her life but her and Felis can get a bit overwhelming when together, she appreciates her though even if they're not that close
AE is very scary and she tries to keep away from her, feels like AE doesn't approve of her for whatever reason and glares at her sometimes (it's just the AE resting bitchface she gives to everyone by accident but holds no malice)
Phoenix / Jingwei: deity, thinks humans r funny, clever and wondrous and loves them dearly
Felis's happy attitude resonates with her and she may have gotten a little crush on her because of that as well, but she can keep herself in check if her feelings aren't reciprocated
thinks Hua is a cute little birdie that she wants to protect bc shes so precious
longtime friends with Azure Empyrea and they have a weird but mutual friendship (and maybe more...? unspoken feelings towards each other that they never address but are both sort of 'Aware Of' since Phoenix is the one who calms down AE if she's being unreasonable OR the first person AE goes to if she's feeling down / feels negative emotions)
Azure Empyrea: cold, calculating, has an eerie calm attitude but can be scary if she gets angry, stern and firm in her ways but can be persuaded (see: Phoenix) to compromise. means well but doesn't know how to show it
finds Felis intriguing because of her nature, also catches her sometimes glancing at her or following her around, can't sense any malice from her so aside from being a little annoyance at first, she warmed up to her presence (and she keeps Phoenix happy whenever she can't partake in whatever silly human thing she wants to play / do)
sees Jingwei as an equal, cares more about her than she lets on but doesn't want to tie her down to someone like her, still appreciates the fact that Phoenix spends time with her and tries to be the bridge between her and humans
her feelings towards Hua are complicated and she usually keeps her distance because she can sense the fear coming off her. however Hua reminds her of her past self(?start of her journey as a celestial deity), unsure and without a place in the world and she feels the need to be there or give advice (if ever asked), doesn't hold any hostility towards her but something about her own expression (? too dumb to figure out) scares Hua and she doesn't understand why
I have a so many more snippets to share...if you will ;3
#hi3#honkai impact#honkai#fu hua#pardofelis#azure empyrea#phoenix#jingwei#HOW MANY MORE NAMES DO THESE HAVE BETWEEN THEM!#also felis is the glue because could you REALLY see these 3 get into a willing polycule?#maybe phoenix could work it out but shes too out of touch thursday for that#i dont even know what to call this ship#well#looks good enough xD#pardohua#i am eagerly awaiting for peer review
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┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [3.1k]
┈⋆⭒ part 5 !
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here! ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contains: 18+, minors dni, bitchy reader, bitchy Daniel, unnecessary angst
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: its getting juicy don't fear
the start to the season was approaching and you weren’t sad as such but part of you was feeling a little bit almost left out that they’d be leaving and you’d be staying. they’d be living their life flying from different countries every week and you’d be here. in london working and studying and only seeing your one friend. it was a little bit hard to stomach how isolated that made you feel. they had both been such a big part of your life in the recent weeks or months, you hadn’t kept count of the time that had flown by. it was late early march now and the first race of the season was the 29th. you’d knew they’d be leaving soon. you'd called Daniel and Lando seperately on the day they were leaving, they both expressed their discontent that you wouldn't be present. you laughed it off, tuning in every practice session and on Sunday. Daniel was struggling more than Lando and you had the urge to call him or something, something that just friends wouldn't do, but it hurt he was miserable most of the time, in those interviews he looked completely worn down. it had a week since they'd both been gone and you'd mostly got on with it, you liked a fair amount of mundanity but you weren't unhappy when Daniel reach out.
tuesday morning (following week)
(1) new message: Daniel Ricciardo
hey wasn’t sure if lando has already reached out, and i know that you have uni work and stuff (geek). BUT, if you were interested in coming to Italy for the race, i can get you a pass? we’d both love it if you came. 😉
it was a no brainer. yes of course. a fucking f1 race and a paddock pass from a driver, obviously. yes you had uni but come on you have a laptop for that and you can do it on the train. you composed yourself and went to grace, who was thrown across the couch. your smile told her everything she needed to know. daniel. you showed her the text and she was as happy as you were, pushing and shoving you. insisting you go.
“i know i know” your insisting, slightly encouraging her to calm down slightly, but enjoying the justification of your emotions. after the debrief of packing and transport and all the boring stuff, you texted him back. of course you would love to come, do you meet him there or go there together, what happens? you were basically asking a lot of questions but overall starting with a very firm, yes. obviously.
trying to curb your sheer excitement you went to work on one of your recent assignments. figuring if you were pathetic to obsess over a man who was quite literally a formula one driver, you could channel that energy into your uni work that you wouldn’t be doing over the weekend, since you were in a different country. what you hadn’t expected was reaching for your phone an hour and a half later and seeing that daniel had replied. (you had changed his contact name in your phone, figuring you're on first name basis now.)
(1) new message from: danny
oh yeah, well i mean we’ll figure out all the lil things later but you can come with the team, with me and lando. we’re allowed a guest each so, if that sounds good with you i can get a car to pick you up wednesday morning for the flight. we have a few days before we race so we can have some fun.
is that all okay?
yes omg, but are you sure?
yeah of course!
you were shamelessly blushing looking down at your phone. you were giddy and you loved it. your assignment lay unedited on your bed as you flicked through your closet debating what to pack, enlisting graces help as you always do. Trying to relay to her the exact niche of what you wear to a formula one race. You think she understood? Or at least had a clearer mind than you did. packing was a lengthy and drawn out endeavour, one which resulted in the complete disregard of a suitcase but rather just a pile of clothing options on the floor that were the "options". so as far to say went well.
you only had 2 days before you left and you wondered if you should bother calling your parents, you decided against it, they never really cared anyway. they barely called you once a month, let alone to announce their coming's and going's. the next 2 days pass in a blur of preparing to go to Austria and uni and work, you're glad someone could take your shift, because they didn't love you enough to not get mad for just flaking.
Wednesday morning, 6:38am
(1) new message from: danny
the driver is outside whenever you're ready
you said goodbye to grace and drag yourself and your bag outside, hoping your state is acceptable enough. the man gets out of the car and greets you with a smile taking the luggage from you and putting it in the back of the car. it was all so fucking fancy. you sent Daniel a text
I forgot you were rich this is insane, you might be
my favourite person ever.
im telling lando you said that
don't you dare
you arrive at the airport just as the sun rises and thank the driver profusely before going to the departures terminal. you arrive at bologna at around 1pm Italian time. lando had promised to pick you up and sure enough as you walked out of the terminal they were both standing there, boyish and bright and nudging each other. joking and pointing, seeing who would spot you first. neither of them did. when they finally do they feign shock and you walk towards them . they both engulf you with a hug and you can't help but laugh, Daniel holds your gaze as you pull away and get lead to the car.
the drive isn't too long to where they're staying near Imola and the scenery is so beautiful, you send grace a few pictures and post one on your story. you figure you fell asleep because you don't remember pulling up to the hotel but you remember Lando's face in yours and Daniel standing back laughing, you rub your eyes and glare at him.
"how'd you sleep" lando says with a snort.
"shove off" you say, getting your stuff out of the back seat and pushing him out of the way.
"you're a snorer did you know?' Daniel says looking between you and lando.
your eyes widen for a second before realising hes joking.
"no I am not" you say, quite matter of factly as you walk into the foyer of the hotel. trying not to drop your jaw as you're met with one of the swankiest hotels you've ever seen. your room is equally impressive as Daniel and lando insist to give you a grand tour. you settle in and receive a text from both of them, inviting you for dinner with the other drivers and some friends. you say yes and they say they'll be at yours around 7 and to dress semi-casual, whatever that meant. there wasn't much to watch on the TV seeing as it was all in Italian so you settled on the repetition of a few favourite albums as you were getting ready, settling on a long skirt and a nice fitting top. the skirt was long and loose and the top was short and tight, complementary you thought. you had only packed one pair of heels so settled on that pair, they were reasonably comfortable and were a favourite of yours. you'd finished getting ready at 6:45, needing a 15 minute period of silence to get ready to interact with people who you'd literally only ever seen on TV. you honestly could've taken another nap before leaving, you were exhausted.
Lando and Daniel show up right on time and in sheer gentlemanly fashion fight over who gets shotgun. you step back and after having a heated, whispered conversation look over at you to say, "who should drive".
"do scissors, paper, rock."
they nod at that statement and continue, lando winning and Daniel storming towards you in a faux sulk.
"you'll be okay" you say jokingly, patting Daniel on the back.
"ill never get over it" he says, closing his eyes and turning away in a kind of show to Lando.
"okay children lets go" a shocking line said by Lando who in most situations is the child but you oblige.
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the restaurant is magical, the only words you can come up with, its a big long table all set up outside and its in a winery and its all so beautiful, shamelessly taking photos of everything and quite literally anything. you're not the first to arrive but it seems that others haven't yet arrived. you sit down next to Charles who is sat next to Pierre and Kika. his face is nearly jarring, how just absolutely perfect it is. you weren't attracted to him like that, but oh my god he was definitely something nice to look at. he shakes your hand quite formally and introduces himself before asking what you do, you respond that you're studying, to which his interest peaks and you get into a conversation about that. the conversation ebbs and flows as more people arrive and Daniel and Lando drift out of your vision to go talk to other drivers. its getting dark and you're on your third drink when kika and Pierre come over and introduce themselves to you, you're already in a group with Carlos, Charles, Alex and lily. Kika seems lovely and while you don't seem to be a massive fan of Pierre he seems to be close with Charles so he doesn't speak to you much. lily is just about the sweetest person you'll ever meet and you talk to her and Kika for a while before you excuse yourself to go find Lando or Daniel, having not seen either of them in a while. you stop by the bar first and manage to spot Daniel chatting on the phone just off to the side, you don't meant to be nosy but with the rigidity of his posture you're guessing he's not too happy and you don't want to make him feel like he's all alone, that's the last thing you want him to feel.
you approach, with slight caution trying to wave before you get to close as to say, "promise im not eavesdropping". your effort is futile as he hangs up the phone and turns around swiftly coming face to face with you. his eyes are red and his jaw is tense. his eyes slightly widen at the proximity of you both.
"what are you-"
"are you okay?" hoping these words project the sincerity that you mean to.
he smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"im just fucking angry to be honest, work shit is killing me"
you tilt your head, squinting your eyes slightly before returning a small grin.
"wanna talk about it"
"you're drunk Dylan"
"this is only my third, so no im not and you're avoiding the question"
"I don't wanna talk about it"
"okay then ill just go back to talking to Charles then" you say dramatically and turn to leave, he grabs your wrist and you turn towards him with a puzzled look.
"don't" he says softly.
you meet his eyes, softer now, his jaw still clenched. moments like these you notice how beautiful he is. he is always beautiful, but away from the crowds and the fans when he is at ease and his face is shadowed in the moonlight you notice and not only do you notice but you look and its hard to draw yourself away from it to respond.
"I thought you didn't want to talk"
"I don't" he grunts out
you roll your eyes.
"just-"
before he can finish what he is saying, lando comes upon from behind you, scaring you. you jump and turn around, slapping him in the shoulders. he's still recovering when he tries to speak.
"so you were just going to abandon me, you guys suck"
Daniel waits for you to answer, head turned towards you.
"Daniel just wanted to run away from you" pointing at lando.
"liar"
you turn towards Daniel giving him a sympathetic look.
"I swear im coming back, just give me a sec"
lando smirks at you and Daniel before walking off.
"well" you say lowly, awaiting his complete response since he was cut off by Lando.
"nothing" blankness filled his features
"oh come on if you're angry wouldn't you rather let it out"
"no" his gaze hardens.
your shoulders drop, honestly fairly fed.
"okay"
"go back and talk to Charles"
"what"
"go back and flirt with Charles "
there's now words, the most you can do is scoff in his fucking smug face.
"yeah okay dickhead" you more confused at his outburst than angry but it gets you riled up nonetheless.
you meet Lando back at the table and he presents you with your fourth drink and some appetisers as the night cools down and people loosen up. Daniel returns shortly after, though notably less content then when he left, he inserts himself into a conversation with Sebastian and Lance and seems reasonably talkative, though you don't ignore the look he gives you from across the table.
somehow you find yourself with a fifth drink at the corner of the table between Carlos and Charles, its completely harmless, you're really not flirting, or at least not trying to, but the burning look that Daniel continues to give you is getting unavoidable. Carlos and Charles are talking about something irrelevant while you make small side comments every now and again before again, excusing yourself for another drink. if Daniel was going to say you're drunk, the least you could do was get drunk. you meet with Lando at the bar who you stay a while to chat with, its easy talking to Lando and he's fun, you take a few shots and some other drivers join you though next to Lando so you're not too sure exactly who they were. on the third round of shots nearly every driver is at the bar and you notice Daniel's presence more than anyones.
you go outside for some air and you wish you could say you were surprised when you turn around and see Daniels coming after you.
your leant up against the wall when he finally opens his mouth.
"im sorry"
you wait for him to continue.
"about before, im sorry"
"which part?"
"all of it"
"really?"
"yes"
"are you still angry?"
"furious"
"you do a good job at hiding it" genuinely impressed with his composure.
"not healthy though" he scoffs
"fair enough"
"should probably go punch something"
"not a fan of talking?" you say
"no I love talking, just not about this shit"
"this shit?" you question.
"work shit, meaningless shit, shit that makes my blood fucking boil"
you nod and he moves next to you, occupying the space next to you.
"I wasn't flirting with Charles you know?"
he turns and looks at you.
"I know. Charles thought you were though"
"but you know I wasn't"
"but he didn't"
"so?"
"so he wanted you, that made me angrier, the way he looked at you" he's grimacing now, as he speaks out.
"I made you angry?" you move infant of him, wanting to read his emotions slightly.
"I wish you didn't" he says honestly and then continues
"you shouldn't, I shouldn't be angry, I shouldn't be this fucking angry about my mate just talking to you" he's tensing his jaw now, and shaking his leg, avoiding your gaze.
"take it out on me" the words leave your mouth before you can stop it and his heads perks up.
"what" he breaths out, gulping.
"you know what I mean"
"I shouldn't"
you move closer to him, touching the skin of his neck with the tips of your fingers, he inhales sharply at your touch and closes your eyes.
"fuck" he says.
your hand moves up and down his neck and goes to cup his jaw, he moves into your touch, unknowingly. though he appears to still be fighting himself, refusing to touch you, hands clenched at his sides. eyes screwed shut.
“daniel”
his eyes open at his name and you give him a wanton look.
“don’t” he says, nostrils flaring, hands open and closing again.
“please”
“fuck” his hands stretch out and grasp your waist, pulling you into him. he moves his head to your neck, breath fanning there for a while, before moving one of his hands to your lower back. you close your eyes at his touch, succumbing to it as his hands move up and down the side of your body. moving your shirt up so his hands are on your bare waist.
"dan-"
"you feel so good"
his words make you weak, spineless, boneless. just for him. your already on fire and he hasn't even kissed you. yeah lets change that.
there's animosity in the force that brings you two together, he kisses with a kind of breathlessness you weren't ready for. your hands grasping at his hair as he pulls you impossibly closer to him hands both resting on the small of your back. you both break for air and his pupils are blown, in a swift motion you are now the one against the wall and Daniel is covering his whole body with yours, kissing down your neck, licking the place he dwells over and the places which seem to have you squirming. you're tilting your neck for more access as he seems to not get enough of you, having to pull his face up in line with yours and kiss him just to get his attention. he moans into the kiss as you bite his bottom lip softly, his hand is tangled in your hair as you feel his hips buck into yours. fuck you were so warm. the heat from everything happening nearly becoming too much. he feels so fucking go-.
"Dylan, Daniel where are you" the voice sounds distant but loud enough and your eyes snap open at the source. Daniels body is off yours in a second and he looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as he smooths his hair and adjusts his pants. you're not too sure what to do, gain composure is your only choice. you follow Daniel after a bit and walk back inside, the crew is now slightly more drunk than when you left and Daniel is nowhere to be seen.
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Sunrise (Alex Keller x GN! Reader)
| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |
| No use of Y/N | Taglist Open |
Submission #1 for the “Alex Keller Challenge” hosted by our one and only @glitterypirateduck
Quick note - no real TW, but mentions of OC Keller siblings and Neko (Alex is a cat dude on this blog). Some minor angst but it's generally fluff
Prompts used:
What were you thinking
Please don’t make me answer that
Keep talking
“How was work?” Your husband called from the kitchen, peeking his head around the corner when you didn’t respond. Blue eyes filled with worry as you bit your lip. From the moment you woke up (late, you might add) to now it felt as though the cosmic laws were your enemy. That Murphy’s Law chose you as it’s lucky contestant.
Mouth opening and closing, silent pleas escaping as you pitifully shrugged. Closing your mouth into a soft pout. Pulling your eyes up, you fought back the tears that were forming. The day weighing heavily on your soul.
"Hey, hey." His tone soft, as he crossed the room to stand in front of you. His touch gentle as he placed his palms over your shoulders. The warmth comforting as he quietly asked "what's going on inside that beautiful brain of yours, hm?"
Breath hitching, you lowered your gaze to meet his. The details blurring through the unshed tears as you slowly lifted your arms, finger tips grazing his sides. A soft huff as he pulled you in tight, both of you ignoring how sensitive his stomach was.
Eyes closing firmly, you let your cheek fall against his chest. A sob finally escaping your lips as he protectively cupped the back of your head. Humming softly as you felt every emotion from the day.
Resting his chin atop your head, he stayed silent. Softly rubbing one hand along your back as the other continued holding you close. His heart silently breaking at the sound of your pain.
After some time, your sobs dissipated into soft sniffles. The steady beating of his heart beneath your cheek grounding you; silencing the emotions and noise within your head. The feeling of his hand rubbing lazy circles across your back calming the nerves that were once screaming beneath your skin.
“Once you’re ready, I am here if you want to talk about what you were thinking about when you got home.” He offered, pressing a loving kiss to your hair as he continued to hold you. Mindlessly rocking your bodies back and forth.
Opening and closing your mouth, words escaping you as you merely shook your head. Pressing your face back into the soft fabric of his shirt as you grabbed fistfuls of the fabric from his back. Holding him tight, as though he would disappear if you let go.
“I’m thinking of trying out a new soup recipe later on. It has those drop dumplings in it, the flour ones that never get enough credit.” Alex hummed. “My sister sent it to me, jokes on her though. I’m not a catering service and the soup will be all mine.”
You couldn’t help the small smile that crept across your face at the mention of the Keller siblings disputes. Shuffling your feet forward, you silently asked to curl up on the couch. Keeping a firm grip on his shirt, not letting him get too far away.
“You’re more than welcome to the soup if you want some. Unless it tastes terrible, then I’m not exposing you to my failed science experiment.” He continued, head leaning against the cushions as he pulled your legs to lay across his lap. “What happened today?”
You knew he was testing the waters, gauging your reaction and continuing to offer an ear for any venting you may find beneficial. Never once would he push you to talk about anything you weren’t ready to discuss.
“Please don’t make me answer that.” You sighed, head resting against his chest as you pulled his arm close. Tracing your fingers mindlessly over the lines that covered his skin. “Just keep talking; about anything. How’s Neko been?”
If there was anything Alex Keller couldn’t shut up about, it was you and his cat.
“She’s good, has a spotty haircut that she’s less than impressed about. Didn’t clean her back well enough and got some mats that were easier to trim out than try to brush.” He started, setting the scene of him and his sister wrestling the small animal to groom her. Giving you a much needed distraction. A small, sad smile crossed your face as you snuggled deeper into his chest.
If this lasts forever, you’ll be just fine.
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First winter date - Captain Rex - reader
Life day fic exchange 2023 @cloneficgiftexchange
for @dystopicjumpsuit I hope you'll enjoy this :-)
The police station, with its incessant hum of activity, was a world unto itself – a place where stories unfolded every day, some of hope, others of despair. In this world, Rex moved with a quiet authority, his presence both commanding and reassuring. Among the bustling corridors and busy desks, there was a sense of family, a bond forged in the face of shared challenges. Cody, his brother, was a constant figure, his leadership as steady as it was inspiring. Ponds and Fox, his other siblings, added to the familial atmosphere, each with their own unique strengths. Fives and Echo, his cousins, were the younger, more spirited members of this tight-knit group.
In this hive of activity, (Y/N) was a beacon of calm. As a victim counselor, her role was to mend the unseen wounds, to offer solace in the midst of chaos. (Y/N)'s arrival at the station had brought a new dimension to their work, a reminder of the human element in their often mechanical routine.
Rex had been drawn to her from the start. It wasn't just her compassion that captivated him, but the way she seemed to truly listen, to understand the pain of others and guide them through it. He had seen her soothe frayed nerves with just a few words, seen her bring a semblance of peace to tormented souls. And each time, he found himself admiring her more, the professional respect gradually intertwining with a deeper, more personal affection.
But expressing those feelings was a battle in itself. Rex was a man of action, not words. His emotions were a private affair, often hidden behind a facade of stoicism. Yet, with (Y/N), he felt a desire to open up, to share parts of himself he had kept locked away.
The winter evening was a symphony of crystalline beauty, the snowflakes dancing in the air like a myriad of tiny stars. It was on such an evening that Rex found the courage to ask her out. The ice rink, with its festive lights and the promise of shared laughter, seemed like the perfect place.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Rex started, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the ice rink tonight? Thought it might be a fun way to unwind."
(Y/N) looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes, quickly replaced by a warm smile. "That sounds wonderful, Rex. I'd love to."
The ice rink, aglow with twinkling lights and festive cheer, was a stage set for an evening of clumsy grace and laughter. Rex, with the effortless glide of a seasoned skater, approached (Y/N), who was clinging to the rink's edge like a lifeline. Her determination to spend time with her crush had brought her here, but her skating skills were as untested as a ship's maiden voyage.
"Seems like you've found a new best friend in that railing," Rex quipped, skating up to her with a playful smirk.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, her grip on the railing tightening just a tad. "Well, it's certainly more reliable than my skating skills," she shot back, her tone light but tinged with a hint of nervousness.
Rex chuckled, extending his hand towards her. "How about you ditch the railing for a while? I promise I'm a better partner than cold metal."
Hesitantly, (Y/N) took his hand, her heart skipping a beat. As they slowly moved away from her safety net, she wobbled unsteadily.
"Whoa there, are you trying to skate or are you practicing your penguin impression?" Rex teased, his grip on her hand reassuringly firm.
"Hey, I'll have you know penguins are very graceful creatures... on land," she retorted, trying to mask her anxiety with humor.
Rex laughed, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Alright, let's focus on the basics. Just follow my lead and try not to mow down any innocent bystanders."
They began with simple glides, Rex patiently guiding her through the motions. Every time she faltered, he was there, his presence a constant source of support.
"You know, for someone who clings to railings, you're surprisingly adventurous," he noted, as she took a shaky glide forward.
(Y/N) grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. "I have a good teacher," she said, her voice softer, more sincere.
As they continued, Rex's teasing became a comforting rhythm, a playful undercurrent to their conversation. He joked about starting a skating school for the hopelessly uncoordinated, playfully suggesting she could be his first student. She laughed, the sound mingling with the crisp night air, her earlier apprehension melting away like snow in the sun.
They attempted a cautious turn, Rex's instructions interspersed with light-hearted comments. "Okay, now just pivot on your left foot... or just do a wild spin, that works too!"
(Y/N)'s attempt at a pivot ended in a whirl of arms and a near collision, but Rex's quick reflexes saved them both from a tumble. They ended up in a close embrace, her hands on his shoulders, his arms around her waist. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the laughter fading into a moment of silent connection.
"See, you're getting the hang of it. Soon you'll be out-skating me," Rex said, his voice warm, his smile genuine.
(Y/N) felt a rush of warmth, not from the exercise, but from the feeling of being this close to Rex, of being the focus of his playful yet caring attention. The evening was no longer about skating; it had transformed into a dance of words and laughter, a shared experience that spoke of budding feelings and the promise of more.
As they left the ice, their hands still joined, the night seemed to wrap around them, a blanket of stars and possibilities.
The transition from the ice rink to the bustling Christmas market felt seamless, a continuation of the evening's enchantment. Rex, still holding (Y/N)'s hand, felt an unspoken reluctance to let go, their fingers intertwined as they navigated through the vibrant maze of stalls and lights. The market was alive with the spirit of the season, each corner a new discovery, each sound a note in the festive symphony.
(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled under the canopy of Christmas lights, her gaze wandering from one stall to the next with childlike wonder. "Look at these ornaments, Rex! Have you ever seen anything so detailed?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and excitement.
Rex leaned in to look at the intricate glass baubles she was pointing at. "They're pretty amazing. You have a good eye for these things," he replied, his tone laced with genuine admiration.
As they moved on, (Y/N) couldn't help but shiver slightly, the cold finally catching up with her. Rex immediately noticed, his concern evident. "Getting chilly?" he asked, his hand instinctively rubbing her arm in a comforting gesture.
"Just a little," she admitted, a slight quiver in her voice.
Rex's eyes scanned the nearby stalls, landing on one that promised warmth in a cup. "How about a hot drink to warm you up? What would you like?" he asked, ready to fetch whatever she desired.
"Surprise me," (Y/N) said with a trusting smile, her eyes twinkling in anticipation.
Rex returned shortly, two steaming cups in his hands. He handed her a hot chocolate topped with marshmallows, the steam rising like a warm embrace. "Thought you might like this," he said, his eyes searching hers for approval.
(Y/N) took a sip, the warmth of the chocolate spreading through her. "It's perfect. How did you know?" she asked, her smile brightening the already illuminated night.
Rex shrugged modestly. "I just took a wild guess. Glad I got it right," he replied, his own cup of mulled wine warming his hands.
They continued their stroll, sipping their drinks and sharing laughs. Rex pointed to a ring toss game. "Bet you can't get three rings on those bottles," he challenged, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief.
(Y/N) accepted the challenge, her throws missing the mark but eliciting more laughter than disappointment. "Seems I'm as good at this as I am at skating," she joked, her laughter infectious.
Rex joined in, his attempts equally unsuccessful. "Looks like we're both in need of some practice," he conceded, his smile never fading.
Their journey through the market led them to a photo booth adorned with festive props. Rex, ever the instigator of fun, grabbed a Santa hat, placing it on his head with a grin. "Your turn, choose your festive disguise," he said, handing her a pair of reindeer antlers.
(Y/N) put on the antlers, striking a pose. "Ready for our close-up, Santa?" she teased, her eyes shining with mirth.
The photos they took were a series of silly poses and laughter-filled moments, each click capturing the joy and ease of their burgeoning relationship.
As they neared a group of carolers, their voices harmonizing in a timeless Christmas tune, (Y/N) felt a pull towards Rex, a desire to be closer. She leaned against him, her head resting gently on his shoulder. "I love this song," she whispered, her breath visible in the cold air.
Rex's arm found its way around her, pulling her closer. "Me too," he replied, his voice soft, his heart full.
The journey from the vibrant life of the Christmas market to the quiet streets leading to (Y/N)'s place was a mix of comfortable silence and soft conversation. The car ride, with Rex at the wheel, felt like a gentle deceleration from the evening's excitement, a gradual return to reality, yet tinged with a reluctance for the night to end.
(Y/N) sat beside him, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. The evening had unfolded like a chapter from a fairy tale, each moment with Rex adding another layer to her growing feelings. She glanced at him, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights, a sense of warmth enveloping her.
As they pulled up to her apartment, the car's engine coming to a quiet stop, a sudden nervousness gripped her. She didn’t want the night to end, not yet. "Thanks for tonight, Rex. I had a really great time," she said, her voice laced with sincerity.
"Me too, (Y/N). It was... it was really special," Rex replied, his tone reflecting a depth of emotion that resonated with her own feelings.
There was a pause, a moment suspended in time, as (Y/N) gathered her courage. "Would you like to come in? Maybe watch a Christmas movie or something?" she asked, her heart racing with the boldness of her invitation.
Rex turned to look at her, surprise and happiness mingling in his eyes. "I'd like that," he said, a smile spreading across his face.
Inside her apartment, (Y/N) felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She busied herself with small tasks, turning on the lights, taking off her coat, anything to calm the fluttering in her stomach. Rex followed her in, his presence filling the space with a comforting warmth.
"So, any favorite Christmas movies?" Rex asked, his voice casual but his eyes holding a hint of anticipation.
(Y/N) thought for a moment, wanting to pick something that would set the right tone. "How about 'It's a Wonderful Life'? It's a classic," she suggested, hoping her choice would prolong the warmth and closeness of the evening.
"Perfect choice," Rex agreed, settling onto the couch.
In the cozy confines of (Y/N)'s living room, with the final scenes of "It's a Wonderful Life" painting flickers of light and shadow, Rex and (Y/N) found themselves in a world of their own creation. Their confessions of feelings had woven a new tapestry of emotions, coloring the room with an unspoken promise of something profound and beautiful.
(Y/N) felt a whirlwind of emotions as she leaned into Rex, his arm around her, a gesture of comfort and connection. His heartbeat, steady and reassuring under her ear, was a melody that harmonized perfectly with the rapid beats of her own heart. The air between them was charged with a new energy, an anticipation of what was to come.
Rex, overcome with a sense of rightness and completion, looked down at (Y/N), her eyes lifting to meet his. In her gaze, he found reflections of his own feelings – a mixture of wonder, happiness, and a profound connection that went beyond words. The room, with its soft lighting and the quiet hum of the ending movie, seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment that felt as timeless as it was fleeting.
As the closing credits rolled, the music a soft undertone to their shared silence, Rex gently tilted (Y/N)'s chin up towards him. Their eyes locked, conveying depths of emotion that words could never fully capture. The distance between them lessened, the magnetic pull of their mutual affection drawing them closer.
(Y/N)'s heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. Her nervousness was a fluttering bird in her chest, but it was overshadowed by a profound desire, a yearning that had been building throughout the night. She could feel Rex's breath, a warm whisper against her skin, the closeness sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
And then, in a moment that seemed both an eternity and an instant, their lips met. It was a gentle collision, a soft convergence of emotions and desires. The kiss was tentative at first, a careful exploration, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the pent-up feelings and the undeniable connection that had brought them to this point.
The world outside, with its cold winter night and silent stars, seemed a universe away. In that kiss, they found a warmth and a rightness that spoke of shared futures and whispered promises. It was a first kiss, but it carried the weight and depth of something much more, a symbol of a bond that had been forged in shared laughter, stolen glances, and unspoken affections.
As they finally pulled away, a breathless moment later, their eyes opened to a world that seemed brighter, more vivid.
In the aftermath of their first kiss, a silence filled the room, profound and comfortable, wrapping Rex and (Y/N) in a cocoon of newfound intimacy. The flickering lights from the TV cast a soft glow on their faces, revealing shared smiles and eyes bright with emotion.
Rex, his heart still pounding from the kiss, felt a clarity he had never experienced before. Looking into (Y/N)'s eyes, he found the courage to give voice to the feelings that the kiss had only begun to express. “(Y/N),” he started, his voice low and filled with emotion, “I need to tell you... I’ve fallen for you. It’s been building for a while, but tonight, everything became so clear.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened slightly, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. Her own emotions, a tangled mix of joy and affection, bubbled to the surface. “Rex, I feel the same way,” she confessed, her voice a whisper of shared sentiment. “I didn’t realize it until tonight, but what I feel for you... it’s more than I ever expected.”
Their confessions hung in the air, simple yet profound, bridging any distance that had once existed between them. In that moment, they understood that what they had was special, a connection that went beyond mere attraction or companionship.
With a newfound boldness, (Y/N) leaned in for another kiss. This one was different from the first – it was a confirmation, a seal on the feelings they had just confessed. Their lips met with a gentle urgency, conveying years of unspoken emotions and desires. It was a kiss that spoke of beginnings, of a journey they were now embarking on together.
Eventually, they pulled apart, their smiles reflections of their inner happiness. (Y/N) suggested, “How about we watch another movie?” Her tone was light, but her eyes held a deeper invitation, a desire to prolong the magic of the evening.
Rex nodded, his heart still soaring from their exchange. “That sounds perfect.”
They settled onto the couch, (Y/N) fetching a cozy blanket which she draped over them. As she snuggled into Rex's side, the warmth of their closeness enveloped them, a physical manifestation of the emotional warmth they were both feeling.
As the opening credits of the new movie rolled, they found themselves less focused on the screen and more on the comfort of being in each other's arms. The movie played on, but their attention was on the soft sound of their breathing, the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats, and the warmth of their entwined hands under the blanket.
In the dimly lit room, with the soft murmur of the movie playing in the background, Rex and (Y/N) lay under the cozy blanket, a sense of complete contentment enveloping them. The outside world, with all its noise and haste, seemed a distant memory, irrelevant to the sanctuary they had created here, in (Y/N)'s living room.
Their confessions of affection still echoed in the space around them, a tender yet powerful admission that had changed the very air they breathed. Now, under the blanket, they found themselves in a world of their own making, a world where every glance, every touch, spoke of the deep connection they shared.
(Y/N) looked up at Rex, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. In his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own feelings – a mixture of wonder, joy, and a profound sense of rightness. It was as if all the scattered pieces of her life had suddenly clicked into place, forming a picture that was more beautiful than she had ever imagined.
Rex, feeling her gaze, turned to meet her eyes. In that moment, words were unnecessary; everything they needed to say was conveyed in the depth of their look. He leaned down, and their lips met in a gentle kiss, a soft caress that spoke of new beginnings and uncharted futures. The kiss was a whisper of promises, a seal on the feelings they had just shared.
As they pulled away, their smiles were reflections of their inner happiness, a happiness that was as much about the presence of the other as it was about the connection they had forged. They stole another kiss, and then another, each one a celebration, a joyful acknowledgment of the journey they were embarking on together.
Lying there, with Rex's arm around her and her head on his chest, (Y/N) felt a sense of completeness she had never known. The sound of his heartbeat was a steady rhythm that seemed to sync perfectly with her own. Every so often, they would exchange a look or a smile, a silent conversation that spoke of shared joy and the comfort of being understood.
Rex, with (Y/N) nestled against him, felt a sense of peace that was new and profound. The weight of his past, the uncertainties of his future, all seemed to fade away in the face of this simple yet profound happiness. He kissed the top of her head gently, a gesture of affection and protection.
The movie played on, but it was merely a backdrop to their own story, a story that was just beginning. Every touch, every shared laugh, every quiet moment under the blanket was a brushstroke in the masterpiece they were creating together.
As the night deepened, they lay there, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the warmth of their newfound love. It was a feeling of complete rightness, a sense that, in this moment, in each other's arms, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The world outside could wait; what mattered was the magic they had found in each other's presence, the promise of all the nights and days to come, filled with laughter, love, and the quiet joy of being together.
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