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¡¡New Wooin bot created in Character AI!! I hope all enjoy it!! Related to my last Wooin story. Ex-roleplay 💖

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Imagine a relationship with the most idiotic, immature, and mocking man you know. His name? Yoo Wooin. Who was this man? Your ex, the leader of one of South Korea's most famous teams of cycling: Sabbath Crew.

Everyone warned you that with Wooin you would only find trouble, that he wasn't capable of being in a relationship.

But…Months after an argument about the little attention he gave you, you broke up.

And Yoo Wooin himself, that man with more pride than anyone, who used mockery, sarcasm, manipulation, and even violence; someone so incredibly arrogant, was now the one who wouldn't stop calling you every day, searching for you, unable to get your laughter, your hugs, kisses, promises of love, your beautiful face out of his head; he couldn't forget you.

Perhaps he never knew what that feeling was that oppressed his chest, that made him feel lost at sea without direction, but now…After those months since you left, he discovered it. It was love.

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[snowhanx]

I've created some Joker bots on Character AI, but they're in Spanish! Would anyone be interested in the link? 💖

[snowhanx]

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮? 𝓜𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓲𝓽

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝒾𝓂

𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒚!

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…

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I'm a lover, Lover with a dollar sign

m.list ♡ taglist

You and Hajun were on your way to a convenience store to pick up some necessities before the storm came in. “I hope it doesn’t rain until we make it back. I forgot to bring an umbrella” you say, vocalizing your thoughts out loud. “Ah, crap..” he replies, rubbing the back of his hair with his hand.

You’re just around the corner of the store when you spot a baby bird alone heading towards the road. “HAJUN, LOOK A BABY BIRD!” you say pulling his arm running towards the bird. Your sudden shouting caught him off guard but it followed behind you as you pulled him closer to the bird.

Hajun squats down and gently picks up the baby bird handing it to you. “Can we keep it?” You ask looking up at him with pleading eyes. “You know I don’t mind but Wooin is going to kill us for bringing another stray in.” he replies. You’re not concerned about that, you're just happy you were able to save the baby bird from the storm.

You make your way back to the crew's hangout with the items you needed including a few things for the bird. You had bought a small tote, blanket, tweezers, & a syringe. You rush into the hangout ignoring Wooins greeting. “Hey wha- what the fuck is that?” He asks looking at the bird then back at Hajun.

Hajun avoids his gaze placing the groceries he bought into the fridge “it’s a bird idiot” he replies to Wooin. “Ah, No shit, I can fucking see that but why do you two have it?” He asks. You walk over to Wooin still cradling the little bird in your hands. “Look it’s just a baby, we saved it” you say showing him with a smile.

He sighs and sits down saying “I thought I made it clear no more strays the last time you two brought one home.” “Oh shut up, it will be fine! This one’s feathers are already in, soon it will begin flying and we can release it.” You reply. “It would’ve died if we didn’t help.” Joker says. “You two are going to need help if you keep bringing in strays.” He says with a look of indifference on his face.

You both finally got Wooin to cave in of course he wasn’t too happy about it. However you and Hajun on the other hand were more than happy to care for the bird. You made him do all the dirty work by sending him to catch the nasty worms that you just couldn’t stand the sight of. While Hajun was hunting for worms you set up a safe place for the bird.

Inside the tote you place a small fleece blanket to cover the bottom. You gently pick the baby bird up and place it onto the soft surface of the tote. “So cute!” You think to yourself. Hajun returns after finding a small bowl full of worms. “Here I caught them.” He says placing the bowl next to you. You try not to gag looking at the worms you begin mentally preparing yourself to pick one up.

“Hajun… I can’t do it… they are just too slimy” you say, turning to look away from the worms. You’re brought out of your disgust when you hear the baby bird chirping. You and Hajun both look into the tote to see the small bird hopping with its mouth open. “It’s so cute, I could punch Hyuk in the face.” Hajun says. Making you give him a side eye “I think we should feed the bird now” you say quickly changing the topic.

You watch him cut the worms into small pieces and shoving the remains into a syringe. He gently feeds the baby bird through the syringe. After using all the worms he caught he notices the baby is still hungry. He makes a confused expression; he's not sure why it would still be hungry if he caught plenty of worms. You laugh at Hajun’s expression and you think he looks very cute when he makes that face. Of course you weren’t going to tell him that.

You ran out of worms and the baby bird was still hungry. “We need more worms,” you exclaim. “I’ll go get them.” Hajun replies. “Wait, I'll come with you!” you say, grabbing a hoodie. It’s raining pretty hard outside and it’s quite dark so you decide to accompany him. You got your umbrella this time once Hajun opens the door you press the button on the handle of the umbrella making it pop open.

Just as you open the umbrella the wind catches it making it blow inside out. The wind has a stronghold on the umbrella and you’re tugging and ignoring getting drenched trying to hold onto it. Hajun rushes over to help, nearly sliding on his ass in the mud. He grabs the umbrella helping you hold onto it. Suddenly you two hear loud obnoxious laughter from a distance.

You both turn and look towards the window and you can see Wooin laughing his ass off at you two struggling. You flip him off, only making him laugh even harder. “Ignore him, let's get the worms!” he says. You both look around finding a small stash of worms underneath a big heavy flower pot that you may or may not have forced Hajun to lift. After finding enough worms you both return back to the hangout drenched.

You take off your hoodie and toss the umbrella to the floor. This time you decide you’ll try to feed the bird. So you take a worm and you can physically feel your soul shriveling up inside your body the second you touched the worm. You hurry and tear it in half and use tweezers to feed the baby bird. After a couple of worms the baby bird falls asleep.

“We should do the same.” Hajun says while yawning. “Yeah it’s getting late, we can check on it in the morning!” He agrees with your statement and you both settle onto the couch for the night. The couch was the closest place to the bird. You both wanted to make sure you weren’t too far from it.

The next morning you got up early not even bothering to make yourself breakfast you head over to check on the baby bird. To your surprise the bird is very active. It's hopping around and attempting to fly but it can’t yet fly out of the tote. When the bird notices you it begins chirping again holding its mouth open. You prepare the worms and go to feed the bird.

As you’re about to feed the bird Vinny walks in and looks into the tote. “What’s its name ?” He asks. You look over to Hajun whose hair is all messed up since he just woke up. “We never gave it a name.” you tell Vinny. “What about Ruru?” Vinny asks. “That’s cute” Hajun replies, making Vinny give him the side eye this time.

You and Hajun’s take turns feeding and gathering worms throughout the day for Ruru. When it’s time to go check on Ruru again you and Hajun find Hyuk looking into the tote. “It’s going to die.” he says. “It’s almost ready to fly there’s no way she could die this close to being able to be on her own” you reply trying not to let his comment get to you. Hajun seems to ignore Hyuk’s remark as well.

Later in the day you find Hajun playing with the bird you sneak and take a few pictures and videos of him wanting to capture the moment. “How is she doing?” You ask him. “She’s fine, she can’t fly too far yet.” He replies. “Hopefully soon she’ll learn how, we can’t exactly teach her how to fly” you say laughing. You took a few more pictures and videos of Ruru before you both allowed her to sleep.

The next morning you get up early once again repeating the same routine as yesterday. Ruru is very active and chirpy just like the day before. You take it as a good sign that she is healthy and will survive. You’re excited to see her fly away.

You just couldn’t stand to let her die out in that storm, you were happy that you could convince Wooin to allow you and Hajun to keep her. After feeding Ruru you wake Hajun and tell him it’s time for his match in the underground ring. You both beg Wooin to watch as you attend the fight with Hajun.

After Hajuns fight he receives a call from Wooin “Ah… I’ll tell her” Hajun replies, wiping sweat off his face with a towel. The look on Hajun’s face told you everything you needed to know. “I should’ve stayed and watched her” you say softly feeling the tears well up in your eyes you turn away from him.

“It’s not your fault, we did everything we could” Hajun says trying to reassure you. His attempt at consoling you doesn’t help as you begin to sob uncontrollably. He pulls gently into a hug his hand stroking your hair in slow soothing motions “Don’t cry we still have the puppy” he responds trying to console you once again.

Author’s note: This took me an hour to write. I hope it’s good I didn’t really proof read it or edit it much.

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we need joker backstory 😔😔

(i don’t think we’re getting it.)

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Hi!! Im again with Oliver. Sorry for that. Could you write fluff where Oliver has crush on reader but he shy to confess so Poel help him

¡¡Disculpa por la demora!! Lo siento muchísimo 🥺💗 ¡Espero que te guste! Y gracias por pedirme contenido, lo aprecio muchísimo y me encanta hacerlo 💗💗💗

°❀⋆. Warnings: ♯None ♯fluff

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Oliver was a mess. He liked Y/n. A lot. But the thought of telling her caused a tightness in his chest, a knot that made it hard to breathe. He was too shy, too awkward when it came to feelings. He spent hours watching her from afar, admiring her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. But the words always got stuck in his throat whenever he tried to approach her. One day, while wrestling with his own anxieties in the bike shop, he saw Poel.

Poel, calmly working on his bike, was already making Oliver sweat with nerves just at the sight of him, and the thought of asking for help. He imagined Poel laughing, or worse, ignoring him. But the need to confess his feelings to Y/n was stronger than his fear. Finally, he made up his mind. He approached Poel in the workshop, saying:

—Poel, I need help. With Y/n…—

Poel, who was repairing a bicycle, raised an eyebrow, a slight teasing smile playing on his lips as he saw Oliver blush just from mentioning her name.

—Y/n? What about Y/n?—

—I like her. A lot. But I don't know how to tell her.—

Oliver admitted, turning his head away, avoiding Poel's gaze. Poel put down his tools and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and understanding.

—I see. The great Oliver, the cycling champion, defeated by a girl. Not bad.—

Oliver shot him a reproachful look, but Poel continued, more seriously now.

—But seriously, what would you like to tell her? How do you feel?—

Oliver, with a sigh, began to speak, hesitant at first, but then letting his feelings flow with a sincerity that surprised even himself.

—I like her smile, the way she laughs…her bright eyes, without doing anything at all she's already incredible. Just seeing her makes me happy.—

—Hm…That's cheesy, but okay, I understand. We need a plan. Something simple, but effective. How about you give her a gift? Something you know she likes.—

Oliver fell silent, thoughtfully recalling all the things he knew Y/n liked, details he'd picked up from paying close attention to her over time.

—A flower, maybe. She always says she loves flowers…specially daisies.—

Poel chuckled softly, nodding in satisfaction, arms crossed.

—Perfect, daisies. Simple, but pretty. And a note. Try to explain in a short note how you feel about her.—

And so, between laughter and advice, Poel helped Oliver plan his confession. They practiced the flower delivery, the reading of the note, they even worked on his facial expressions.

Finally, the moment arrived. Oliver, his heart pounding a mile a minute, approached Y/n, daisy in hand and note carefully folded. Poel, from a distance, watched with a smile. Oliver gave her the flower and the note, his words clumsy at first, but full of sincerity. Y/n, surprised but with a radiant smile, responded. The rest is a story for another time, but undoubtedly…full of great mutual love. Poel, watching the scene, smiled proudly, a new victory, but this time very different from his cycling ones.

"Mission accomplished."

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you're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece.

synopsis. you decided to surprise joker by attending his debut match, with him as an up-and-coming professional fighter. and obviously, it was worth it.

content. established relationship, fluff, cycling is nonexistent in this au lmfao.

a/n. i cant stop thinking about joker whenever i listen to colours by halsey... so i guess this was inspired by her song hahaa

you entered the arena, taken aback by the masses of people as each person settled down onto the plastic seats that surrounded the ring. the atmosphere was lively, the audience clearly excited about the match that was going to unfold as soon as the ten-minute timer on the large screens counted down to zero. avid fans of this sport buzzed on your sides, and you felt so out of place amongst them.

truth to be told, you had second thoughts about accepting joker’s invitation for tonight’s match. he knew how much you hated watching him get hurt in the process of fighting — but come on now — that’s just how the sport worked. your boyfriend wasn’t superman, though you wished he was; invincible to save yourself from the pain of witnessing the amount of bruises from his past fights, and of course his pain physically.

despite your dislike for his passion, you knew it meant a big deal for him, especially tonight since it was his grand reveal, his first entrance, to the scene professionally. him and that damn gaze in his eyes whenever you watched him train, it was as if he was a totally different person. he wasn’t your sweet, cuddly man anymore. he was a person with drive, willpower, courage — he fucking loved that sport, and there was no way you could talk him into trying something more tame. hell, he was basically born for it.

and it showed, from the way you found yourself unconsciously leaning closer towards the ring to get a better view of your boyfriend’s explosive punches on his opponent. you fiddled with your bottom lip in both anticipation and anxiousness. you and everyone around alike, attentively eyeing the ring as the voice of the commentator fell deaf on your ears. you were enthralled as joker moved with agility, movements behind months of his blood, sweat, and tears.

the same man who looked away shyly once when you held hands together for the first time, joker slammed his opponent onto the ground, and you watched in awe as he recovered and gave your boyfriend a hard time with unending punches until the timer sounded, marking the end of merely the first round.

this went on for a staggering nine more rounds before joker knocked out his opponent, deeming him as the winner as the guy couldn’t recover in time to retaliate. the referee didn’t have to decide who won, giving joker a clear victory. the arena erupted in cheers and applause for him, with everyone near you standing up from their seats to clap with admiration for this new contender in the fighting world. though you were still in your seat, your hands contributing to the synchronised applause as you almost teared up at the sight of the amount of people who showed their support for your boyfriend — you couldn’t be prouder of your man.

joker held his fist up to the sky in triumph, his sweat glistening under the white lights in the arena as he heaved in exhaustion. every breath he took gave his skull tattoo on his chest life. he stood in the ring, drowning in the cheers of the audience, without knowing that you were there in person.

as the crowds shuffled out of the venue slowly, the only people left were him, his manager, and a few interviewers from different media outlets. a stark contrast from the bustling arena moments ago, you sat in silence, merely hearing echoes of the conversations from beneath. you scrolled through your phone as you watched joker finish his last impromptu interview, thanking the reporters respectfully before they made their way out as well.

you took that as your cue to surprise him, hurriedly stepping down the stairs of the bleachers and running to the love of your life once you reached the ground. the shock in his eyes was irreplaceable, especially after how you told him that you’d watch his match live at your apartment. your face with undeniable joy, you jumped onto him, clinging onto his body like a koala as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“what are you doing here…?” his voice was filled with confusion, but he quickly composed himself and supported your body with his bruised arms and sore hands.

“i came to see you. you did so good, baby. i’m so proud of you.” you lifted your head from his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his right cheek.

“... thank you, y/n. i love you.” red spreaded across his cheeks like wildfire, and you couldn’t help but tease your cute boy a little. “what did you say? i couldn’t hear youu.”

“... i said i love you,”

“again?”

“just say it back already…” joker squeezed your thighs in protest, his grey irises staring at you, yearning for your affection. his expression was equal to a small pup; so much for his big physique, huh? you chuckled in response, leaving another kiss, this time on the tip of his nose, as you finally caved in for your sweet boy.

“i love you too, hajun.”

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I'm obsessed with this look of Zack Lee in Lookism.

Sweater from Balenciaga,$1332

Shoes from Nike, $282

Tinted glasses from Chrome hearts, $995

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“Hello, sweetheart, I’m very sorry for asking this, my English is very bad and I don’t understand very well if what you mean by “first time” means sex, then I’m very embarrassed to make a mistake and write something that has nothing to do with it, is that what you want? I’m sorry again for asking 💗”

You shouldn’t apologize, it’s okay. Yeah, i mean sex

Here it is!! I’m sorry for the delay! I hope you like it a lot, and thank you!! 💗

°❀⋆. Warnings: ♯Littleangst ♯smut ♯fluff

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The silence hung heavy in the room, a thick silence laden with guilt. I remembered the image of Oliver, sitting on the sidewalk after his fall, the scrape on his knee a mere detail compared to the storm raging inside him. It wasn't our concern that bothered him, I finally realized. It was the fall itself, the frustration of losing control, of failing in the race, and the added burden of my excessive worry over something so insignificant to him.

His anger wasn't about the wound, but about the feeling of incompetence, of weakness. It had been a simple fall, a mere stumble, but for Oliver, it represented so much more. He had felt frustrated, embarrassed. The concern I had shown him, far from relieving him, had plunged him into an uncomfortable sense of shame for falling in front of me.

He had wanted to appear strong, independent, and instead of appreciating the support he received, he had responded with gruffness and irritability, a protective armor against the growing irritation that overwhelmed him.

My frustration as his girlfriend was now understanding. I had wanted to comfort him, protect him, but with my haste, I had done the exact opposite. His anger wasn't directed at me, but at himself, at the shame his pride prevented him from acknowledging. The silence between us now was more than just a lack of communication. It was a barrier built with his own insecurities, a wall we would have to tear down together if we wanted to find our way back to each other.

I sighed, rising from the sofa and standing before him, looking into his eyes, but Oliver lowered his head, unable to meet your gaze.

—Oliver, I'm sorry...I didn't mean for my concern to overwhelm you more than it helped. I didn't want to pressure you, or judge you, I just wanted to make sure you were okay...—

With a sigh that seemed to release some of the weight he carried on his shoulders, Oliver raised his head and looked at me, his expression reflecting sincere regret.

—I'm sorry, Y/N, I really am...I let my pride get the better of me. It was stupid, reacting like that...the fall bothered me more than I thought, I felt like an idiot for falling in front of you, and then...even worse when I felt your concern. It seemed, somehow, like you were pointing out my weakness, and I got angry, more at myself than at you, but I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you...—

I sighed, feeling the tension in the room gradually ease, and raised my hand, gently stroking his cheek, with a slow and loving gesture that conveyed all the love and understanding I felt for him.

—There you go, honey, everything is alright...—

Oliver let himself be carried away by the tenderness of the gesture, closing his eyes briefly, as if absorbing the strength of my words. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, finally releasing the tension that had been oppressing him.

The silence that followed was different, lighter, less charged. It was a pleasant silence. The feeling of overwhelm that had enveloped him slowly dissipated, replaced by a warm feeling of security and support. Oliver was looking into my eyes, with a shy smile beginning to form on his lips, a smile that reflected a deep relief and a complete reconciliation between us.

Slowly, Oliver moved closer to me, his hands searching for and finding mine. Our fingers intertwined, joining in a gesture of almost imperceptible affection. And then, with infinite sweetness, he tilted his head, and his lips met mine in a soft kiss.

We separated, and I looked into those blue eyes as deep as the sea, with a slight blush on my cheeks from the kiss, whispering against his lips:

—Oliver...—

Oliver moved closer to me again, this time with more determination, his hands searching for mine with longing. Our intertwined fingers tightened, reflecting the intensity of the feelings we now shared. Our lips met with more fervor this time, slowly, the initial slowness gave way to greater intensity, increasing the pressure, deepening into a kiss full of passion, with our tongues entwining more boldly, making the kiss hotter, an exchange of heat and moisture that raised the temperature of the moment. The pressure increased, the pace quickened, the intensity became palpable.

We both pulled away, panting, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Oliver grabbed my waist, pulling me towards him, and sat back down on the sofa with me on his lap. He started to leave kisses on my sensitive neck, making me sigh. I placed my hands on his shoulders, whispering:

—Oliver…—

With a breathless tone, I closed my eyes as I became more desperate for his touch. I moved my hands up to his neck, squeezing it lightly. Oliver leaned back against the back of the sofa, causing our intimate parts to come together completely. I began to move slowly on top of him, feeling his member begin to harden beneath me. I smiled, pulling away from the kiss.

—I want to do it, I'm ready…—

I whispered against his lips in a sensual and needy tone. Oliver, with both his large hands, grabbed my waist and laid me down on the couch, starting to kiss my neck, making me sigh. He grabbed the edge of the shirt I was wearing, pulling it up, exposing my breasts. I saw a mischievous smile form on his face as he saw my breasts completely naked. Without waiting much, he brought his face down to them, bringing his mouth to one of my nipples, he began to suck them gently. I moaned, bringing one of my hands up to his head, gently squeezing his blue hair. I closed my eyes as I felt his teeth bite my nipple slightly. I bit my lip, preventing another moan from escaping my mouth. His other hand moved to my other breast, squeezing it. I let his name escape my mouth in a sigh, lowering my gaze as I named him, and Oliver lifted his head, stopping sucking my nipple, which was already beginning to swell from so much suction. He pulled away from it with a thread of saliva connecting it.

With my fingers, I cleaned it, gently caressing his lips, and then rested my hand on his cheek. He turned his head, starting to give small kisses on it, all the way to my wrist.

—Let me make it up to you, darling—

Oliver said, and he moved away, starting to bend down to my legs, which he placed one on each of his shoulders. He began to kiss my belly from the middle, going down to the edge of my panties, which were already wet with excitement. With his mouth, he gently pulled them down, then used his hands to help him take them off, leaving them on the floor. He looked from my face to my pussy a couple of times, and then lowered his head. I felt his mouth suck on my clitoris, and arched my back, moaning. I gripped the fabric of the sofa with my hands, feeling his tongue moving quickly against my clitoris. One of his hands squeezed my thigh while the other slid smoothly from my waist to my breast, squeezing it lightly before giving my nipple a little pinch. I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers.

Oliver stopped sucking my clitoris, lowering his tongue to the entrance of my pussy, inserting it inside. With the hand that was previously on my thigh, he began to make circles on my clitoris with his thumb. I felt a pressure in my belly from the excitement. My legs tightened around his head, bringing him closer to me. I squeezed my fingers against his hair, which was now a mess.

I closed my eyes tightly, I felt my throat burning from the loud moans he was causing me with his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers that began to move faster. He already knew I was close to finishing, so he exchanged his fingers for his mouth in a few seconds, inserting two of them inside me, curving them, hitting me right on my G-spot.

Thanks to that, a loud moan escaped my sore throat as I came. My insides began to pulsate against his fingers, and Oliver pulled them out, moving his mouth away from my clitoris and with his fingers, he gave gentle turns in it. He left kisses on the inside of my thigh.

My vagina was still contracting slightly from the recent orgasm. I opened my eyes, regaining my breath, seeing how Oliver was looking at me with a proud face. I smiled at him and he moved closer to me, starting to kiss me again, feeling my fluids in his mouth.

Oliver grabbed my hips, lifting me back onto his lap. And it didn't take me long to put my hands on his pants to pull out his member. With my hand, I grabbed it, making a slow up and down motion. Oliver grabbed my lower back, moving forward, grabbed a condom from his bag. He returned to his position, opening it and putting it on quickly. I smiled and Oliver held my waist, helping me raise my hips.

I put the tip of his member against my completely wet entrance, and lowered myself until I felt his thighs against my glutes. I let out a moan, hearing his deep growl of pleasure, and rested my head on his shoulder, getting used to him inside me.

Oliver began to kiss my neck, leaving a light hickey on it. I lifted my head, starting to moan, moving gently up and down on his cock. Oliver placed his hands on my hips, helping me. My gaze went to his face, seeing his furrowed brow and tense jaw. I smiled and he looked up at me. I bit my lower lip, not stopping jumping against him, moaning his name.

—I love you…—

Oliver whispered and grabbed my cheeks, kissing me without letting me answer. My moans were being contained thanks to his mouth. I squeezed his arms, scratching them. And I felt my second orgasm come. I pulled away from him, arching my back, letting out a big moan. I stopped moving, but Oliver moved his hands from my hips to my glutes, starting to move me faster.

—Wait, Oliver—

I said, my gaze went to his, his face was flushed, his lips parted and his eyes narrowed. He let out a deep moan, lowering the intensity. I noticed how his semen filled the condom, making me moan. I put my head on his shoulder as we caught our breath.

—Oliver…I love you too—

I whispered in a sigh and we looked into each other's eyes, resting our foreheads against each other, closing our eyes, relaxed, feeling exhausted, but above all…We both felt loved.

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Hi!!! I saw your fic with Oliver. It’s awesome. Could you do another one with him angst but fluff at the end and first time with Oliver, please ???

Hello, sweetheart, I’m very sorry for asking this, my English is very bad and I don’t understand very well if what you mean by “first time” means sex, then I’m very embarrassed to make a mistake and write something that has nothing to do with it, is that what you want? I’m sorry again for asking 💗

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hii!!! if its alright with you can you write a harry x reader, first time meet or first impression thing? sorry I'm not very good w my English :(

Don’t worry honey!!! My English is also very bad! But here you have it, I hope you like it and apologies if there are mistakes 🥹💗

°❀⋆. Warnings: ♯None ♯fluff

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I was walking down the street, when I saw a group of people huddled on the sidewalk. "¿What's all the commotion?" I asked myself, confused. I started to approach, hearing excited shouts from the people around. Oh, it was another cycling race.

I squeezed through the crowd, making my way to the front to see the race, watching as a black-haired man pedaled furiously, it was incredible.

But my eyes widened in awe when I saw a large figure approaching the black-haired man. Who was that man?

I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was as if a giant had suddenly appeared on earth. His height was impressive, and his muscular figure made him seem even bigger. He was like a caged lion, with a contained strength emanating from his body. His legs pumped with incredible force, while his arms gripped the handlebars with unwavering determination. His blonde hair, tousled by the wind, looked like a golden mane that swayed with every movement.

My eyes fell upon his face. His expressions were serious, focused on the competition. His jaw was clenched, his lips slightly parted as if he were struggling to breathe, but his gaze was intense, filled with a confidence that took my breath away.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration, attraction, and awe. It was as if the raw power of nature had materialized into a human being. And in that moment, I couldn't help but wish to be by his side, feel the energy he radiated, experience the speed and power that propelled him forward.

The crowd went wild. The euphoria of victory spread like a wave, dragging me towards the center of the celebration. My gaze searched for the winner, the man who had dominated the competition. I found him in the middle of the crowd, his body enveloped in a halo of sweat and satisfaction. His face, previously severe and focused, was now illuminated by a triumphant smile.

The wind tousled his blonde hair, creating a golden halo around his head. His blue eyes, which had previously reflected the fury of the competition, now shone with the joy of success.

Harry, leaning against his bike, still slightly out of breath after the victory, found her in the crowd. His eyes, blue and piercing, landed on you, on your gaze that, despite the distance, attracted him like a magnet.

You, with your heart pounding in your chest, approached him. Your gaze, dark and intense, met his, creating an invisible connection that brought you together in the midst of chaos. Your bodies seemed to magnetize, your gazes locked with an intensity that seemed to stop time.

A slight blush rose on Harry's cheeks, but he didn't look away. His heart beat strongly in his chest. With a slow, almost unconscious movement, he took off his helmet, revealing his blonde hair, tousled by the wind. His fingers went to his shirt, shaking it to release the sweat and heat after the race. And with a slightly hoarse voice, which revealed the intensity of his emotions, he murmured:

—Hey…mm, do we know each other?—

You felt a shiver down your spine as you heard him speak to you, shaking your head quickly, murmuring:

—No, but…You were amazing in the race—

A smile broke out on Harry's lips, naturally, a bright smile that illuminated his face. It was a smile that revealed his happiness for the victory, but also an unconscious desire to share that moment with you.

Harry's blue eyes filled with shine. It was as if he were discovering a new world, a world full of possibilities.

The world around them faded into a blur of colors and sounds. Only they remained, two figures wrapped in a silence charged with intensity. Harry, with a slightly flushed face, looked at her with a curiosity that filled his chest. You, breathless, returned the gaze, searching in his blue eyes for an answer to a riddle that you both carried inside.

They didn't know what the future held for them. They had no idea how this connection that had just been born between them would unfold, like a spark that threatened to set their lives on fire. But in that moment, in that brief instant, it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the feeling that something profound and irremediable had been set in motion.

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can you do fluff (first kiss) with Oliver x femreader from manhwa Windbreaker, please ?🥺

Yes!!! I am very happy to be able to place my first request, I hope you like it. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes in writing, I’m not very good at English 😭💗

°❀⋆. Warnings: ♯None, ♯fluff.

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You were nervous. Why? It was the first official date in the relationship you had started with Oliver, your best friend, whom you had been in love with for months. When he confessed, you were surprised, because you didn't know he had those feelings for you too, but you couldn't feel happier.

You were finishing applying coconut cocoa to your soft lips, you looked beautiful as always. You smiled at the mirror, sighing, trying to calm down, but your nerves increased when you heard the doorbell of your apartment ring, Oliver had already arrived.

You grabbed your bag and headed for the door, opening it, looking at the blue-eyed man whose eyes shone as bright as the sea. You smiled at him and Oliver smiled back, looking you up and down with approval, nodding his head and saying:

—You look good, shall we go?—

You nodded your head, feeling a slight blush on your cheeks at the compliment. You knew he wasn't saying it lightly, because you knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it.

You both left your apartment building, reaching the entrance where his bicycle was leaning against the wall. Oliver got on, extending his hand to help you get on behind him. You gained momentum, placing your feet on the bicycle's supports and holding onto Oliver's shoulders, who, when you were comfortably settled, began to pedal at the speed he loved so much.

The ride was pleasant, you laughed as you felt the cold city air on your faces from the speed, you clung to him timidly but affectionately, feeling safe that he wouldn't let you fall.

When you arrived at the city's viewpoint, with the sunset in the background, revealing the tall buildings in a comforting, soft yellow light, Oliver leaned against the railing at the edge of the viewpoint, admiring the views. You stood beside him, doing the same, whispering to him:

—It's beautiful, don't you think?—

Oliver turned his head to look at you, admiring how beautiful you looked with the sunset light focused on your face, and Oliver replied in a low voice:

—Yes…Beautiful—

He said unconsciously, completely focused on you. You felt your cheeks burn, letting out a soft, nervous, shy laugh, turning your head to look at him too.

You looked into each other's eyes, focusing on Oliver's bright blue eyes, with a smile on your lips, he did the same, looking down to see that beautiful smile. Oliver raised his hand, caressing your cheek delicately, as if it were something fragile that he didn't want to hurt. You leaned your cheek more into his hand, raising yours to caress his with the same gentleness.

You tilted your faces, closing your eyes, bringing your lips together for the first time in a sweet, soft kiss full of love. The contact was light, almost imperceptible, but the intensity of the love it conveyed was immense. You could feel the warmth of their skin, the tenderness in every movement, the stillness of the moment. A kiss that left a feeling of calm, of fullness, of a love that was breathed in the air, a love that was felt in the soul.

When you separated, you couldn't help but laugh softly, with your hearts beating a thousand to the minute, along with the most intense blush on your cheeks. Oliver pulled you towards him, wrapping you in an embrace with his arm around your shoulders, and you looked at the sunset again, with a great peace within you.

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