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meadowfics · 2 months ago

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carebear

berlin (song jung-ho) x f!younger!reader

based off of this request here for fine shyt

warnings: reader is between 20-23 and berlin is his canon age, 41. this is a care bear if you do not know what a 'carebear' is

when you first joined the team, berlin was nothing more than a distant authority figure that you've happened to come across.

he kept to himself, barked orders with that effortless charm of his, and never really acknowledged you beyond what was necessary. you didn’t mind.

he was intimidating, older, too refined in ways that made you feel like you didn’t belong in the same world as him.

then, one day, he decided to teach you how to shoot a gun when you've revealed to the group that you've never shot one.

throughout your crimes, you used your hands and your many knifes. never a gun.

“you’ll need it,” berlin had said simply, handing you the weapon with that unreadable expression of his.

“it’s better to learn from me than to get yourself killed fumbling with it.”

so, you learned and somewhere between those lessons, between his patient instructions and your stubborn determination... you got closer.

late-night talks became a thing. when the others were asleep or too distracted with their own conversations, you and berlin would find yourselves sitting together, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

he never said too much about his past, always skimming over the details with vague answers, but you could tell.

you could tell there was something there, something dark and unspoken that lingered beneath his carefully crafted exterior.

so one night, as a joke, you handed him your stuffed animal that you brought inside of the mint with you.

it is a blue care bear you had since childhood, a gift from a family member who had long passed.

“here,” you had said, grinning, “for emotional support.”

berlin had scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he didn’t give it back right away.

instead, he held it, staring at it for a long moment before murmuring, “i never had a childhood.”

it slipped out, just like that.

suddenly, the joke wasn’t so funny anymore.

so, you left it with him.

“well, I guess it’s yours now,” you had told him, voice softer than usual, “i think you need it more than me.”

he didn’t argue.

he didn’t say anything at all, just gave you a look that you couldn’t quite place before walking away with the bear still in his hands.

a day later, the moment the care bear was spotted on berlin’s bed spot, the chaos began.

“wait, wait—what the fuck?” tokyo’s voice rang out first, eyes wide as she pointed at the small, blue bear resting on berlin’s pillow.

“is that—”

“no fucking way,” rio laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“that’s cairo’s bear.”

“no it can’t be,” nairobi chimed in, folding her arms.

“cairo would never give that away. it’s their first ever stuffed animal. it’s, like, sacred to them.”

moscow, ever the calm one, eyed berlin with suspicion.

“so, what, you stole it?”

denver, brows raised, looked between the bear and berlin like he couldn’t decide if this was hilarious or horrifying.

“man, cairo’s gonna kill you.”

before anyone could escalate things further, you walked in.

“what’s going on?” you asked, noticing how everyone suddenly turned to stare at you like you were holding the key to some great mystery.

nairobi wasted no time.

“cairo, did you give berlin your care bear?”

berlin, standing beside his bed, merely watched you, waiting for your reaction.

you blinked.

“yeah. why?”

silence.

tokyo was the first to break it.

“you did what?”

“why the hell would you give it to him?” denver added, “that thing was, like, your most prized possession.”

you glanced at berlin, finding him watching you closely, his expression unreadable as always, “because he needed it.”

that was all you said because to you, it was simple.

to berlin, it wasn’t.

for the first time in years, maybe in his entire life, he felt cared for in a way that had nothing to do with power or control. you had given him something that meant the world to you, not out of obligation, not out of manipulation, but because you wanted to. you saw something in him that even he struggled to see in himself.

suddenly, all those strange, unfamiliar feelings he had about you made sense.

he wasn’t just fond of you.

he was in love with you and things changed after that.

it was subtle at first. berlin was softer with you, more attentive in ways that the others barely noticed but you felt every second of the day.

he started lingering when you talked, his fingers brushing against yours when he handed you something, his voice quieter when he spoke to you.

he started looking at you differently.

eventually, in the quiet moments between the chaos inside of the mint, he kissed you.

the kiss slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.

and for once, maybe he did.

the others are occupied, discussing strategy, bickering over details, but you and berlin find yourselves alone in one of the back rooms of the mint.

the dim light casts shadows over his sharp features, and there’s something unreadable in his eyes as he looks at you.

“you’re tense,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“of course i’m tense. we’re in the middle of one of the biggest heists, and oslo dying didn't make that feeling easier...”

“ah, but you hide it well,” he says, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“better than the others, at least.”

berlin's voice is lower than usual, softer. there’s something different in his posture, something deliberate about the way he closes the distance between you.

the older man's hand reaches out, tracing the back of his fingers along your jaw, barely touching, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“berlin,” you start, but the way he looks at you, as if you’re something he’s trying to memorize, steals whatever else you were going to say.

he tilts his head slightly, studying you, before murmuring, “tell me if you don’t want this.”

you don’t hesitate.

instead, you close the space between you, fingers tangling in the collar of his pink suit (that matches yours) as you pull him down to you.

berlin's lips meet yours slowly at first, testing, but the moment he feels you melt into it, his control snaps.

one hand cups the side of your face, fingers threading into your hair, while the other finds your waist, tugging you flush against him. he kisses like he does everything else...with intention, with precision, like he’s savoring every second.

you kiss him back just as fiercely, matching him beat for beat, pressing up on your toes to get closer, to feel more. berlin's hand tightens on your waist, grounding you, claiming you.

when you part for air, he doesn’t let you go, his forehead resting against yours and your nose touching his, his breath fanning across your lips.

“cairo,” he murmurs, voice rougher now, raw in a way he never lets the others hear, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

you smirk, still breathless. “good. that makes two of us.”

the way berlin looked at you, with that smirk of his... of course you leaned back in without hesitation, hands gripping the lapels of his suit as you press your lips against his again, deeper this time.

berlin meets you with the same hunger, his fingers tightening at your waist, sure to leave bruises as he is pulling you flush against him.

the kiss is slow but consuming, his lips moving against yours with practiced ease, like he’s unraveling you one touch at a time.

the large hand of his slides up your back, his fingers tracing along your spine, sending a shiver through you. the warmth of his palm settles at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he tilts your head, deepening the kiss.

he kisses like he owns you, like he’s memorizing the shape of your lips, the way you sigh softly into his mouth when he bites gently at your lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.

berlin's other hand drifts lower, gripping your hip, steadying you as he walks you back a step until your spine presses against the wall.

the shift only makes the kiss more urgent, your bodies molded together as he explores your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.

you feel the way his breath hitches when you slide your hands up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit, holding him there like you never want to let go.

he moves like he’s savoring the moment, like he’s taking his time, even as the tension between you coils tighter.

the way he kisses you... thorough, possessive, like he’s letting himself lose control for the first time, makes your heart pound in your chest.

berlin's lips leave yours only to ghost over your jaw, trailing soft, heated kisses along the column of your neck, before he pulls back just enough to look at you.

the man's breathing is now uneven, his pupils blown wide with something unreadable, but he doesn’t step away. instead, his forehead rests against yours, and neither of you move, caught in the heavy silence of everything.

the next day:

inside of the mint, things were intense. you finally got the see the inspector face to face, where she wanted to make sure all of the hostages were okay.

after the whole thing, berlin always made sure you were taken care of.

if there was ever a moment of downtime, he would bring you water, insist you eat, remind you to take breaks even when you insisted you were fine. berlin's way of caring was subtle, but you could feel it.

when the professor sent orders, berlin always made sure you weren’t in the line of fire from his brother, always keeping an eye on you from across the room. you never were, since you were actually a favorite of the professors.

“you did well today,” berlin came up to you, voice softer than the others ever got to hear.

“so did you,” you’d reply, watching the way his face eased when he was alone with you.

sometimes, when the nights stretched long, and the weight of the heist pressed against your shoulders, berlin would let you lean against him, his arm a steady weight around you.

“you know,” he murmured once, as you rested your head against him, “i never thought i’d meet someone like you in a place like this.”

you tilted your head up to look at him.

“what the hell does that mean?”

all he did was look air you, before turning his head away with that smile of his.

you smiled, knowing that berlin is not known for vocalizing his romantic feelings.

suddenly, you lift your head, murmuring, “oh, wait, i forgot something.”

berlin watches as you stand, stretching slightly before stepping away, disappearing into the adjoining room.

when you return, the small blue care bear is cradled in your hands, the same one you had given him days ago.

you don’t say anything, just press it against his chest before climbing onto his lap, settling against him with ease.

berlin doesn’t argue, doesn’t question it.

instead, he lets you tuck yourself into him, his arms wrapping around you as you bury your face against his shoulder, already beginning to drift.

the older man's fingers move lazily over your back, soothing, grounding, as your breathing evens out, sleep claiming you in the safety of his embrace.

he stays awake for a while, watching you, taking in the way your lashes rest against your cheek, the way your fingers are curled around the bear as if it’s second nature.

there’s something strangely soft about the whole moment, something he’s not used to...something he never thought he’d want. here you are, trusting him enough to fall asleep in his arms, giving him a piece of yourself without hesitation.

the weight of that realization settles in his chest, heavy yet welcome.

eventually, he exhales slowly, shifts slightly, and lets his eyes close, deciding, just this once, to rest inside of the mint.

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insidekatmind · 2 months ago

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Deal~Berlin (Song Jung-ho)

Wearning: +18,smut

Chaos reigns supreme.

You stand next to the surveillance monitors, your eyes glued to the screens as you try to figure out why the alarm went off. Rio, Tokyo, and Nairobi are with you, tension written across their faces. Suddenly, Nairobi points to a monitor, looking confused.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with him?”

You meet his gaze, then Rio curses under his breath.

“Damn. This is the last thing we needed. I’m going to go see"

“No. Help Tokyo and Nairobi. I’ll take care of it.”

There’s no time to argue. You rush into the back room, your heart pounding. When you enter, you see him sprawled on the floor, his body wracked with pain. You kneel beside him, trying to figure out what’s happening to him.

“Berlin! Shit, what the hell…”

You instinctively reach into your pocket, pull out the key, and unlock his handcuffs without thinking too much. But the moment his hands are free… he snaps. Too fast.

A sudden blow: his forehead collides violently with yours, making you stagger. You don’t even have time to recover before his fingers, weak but determined, tighten around your neck, using the sleeves of your uniform as an improvised rope.

“Without me, everything falls apart, right, London?”

His voice is hoarse, broken by the effort, but his pride is intact. And that spark of challenge between you… never goes out.

You kick him and with his distraction, you make him lie down on the ground and you go to straddle him. You put one of your hands on his chest while the other takes the knife, which is in your pocket and puts it on his throat. His eyes darken. You can feel his strong muscles tense beneath you, and he grits his teeth. But he doesn’t try to fight against your grip, his gaze fixed on the knife at his neck.

He snorts cynically. "What a lovely view.”His voice is rough, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

"What's wrong with you? You were screaming in pain earlier" you whispered again with the knife at his throat.

He's still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. You feel the warmth of his bare skin beneath your hand, and he lets out a deep sigh before answering.

"Nothing I can't handle," he replies, his tone almost mocking. "But I must say, never thought you'd be on top of me. I might have to reconsider my opinion of you, London."

You blushed at his words. "Answer my question."

He laughs, his eyes roaming over you.

"Or what? Are you going to stab me in the neck?" he asks, arching an eyebrow in challenge.His chest still heaving with effort, he looks up at you. His voice drops to a hoarse whisper."Or is the sight of me beneath you doing something to you, hmm?"

Your cheeks are flushed, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, like a furnace.

His gaze locks onto yours, and he lets out a scoff, shaking his head slightly."You're enjoying this, aren't you? The adrenaline, the power... and the view."

You were about to answer him but you see his hand shaking. "You're sick, right?" you whispered.

His smirk falters for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes at your question. He tries to hide his weakness by forcing a grin, but his hand continues to tremble slightly.

"I've been through worse," he replies defiantly, but his voice lacks its usual confidence. There's a hint of vulnerability there that he desperately tries to conceal.

You take the knife out of his throat and take his shaking hand and give him a massage, the shaking goes away and Berlin is surprised.

Berlin's eyes widen in momentary shock as you take his trembling hand and start massaging it. He had expected defiance, anger, anything but this gesture of genuine care.

He tries to hide his surprise, his gaze fixed on your hands on his. It's as if he's seeing a different side of you that he didn't think existed."You're surprisingly gentle, London," he manages to say, struggling to keep his voice steady.

You don't respond to his comment, solely focused on massaging his hand, your touch firm but careful. You notice how his breathing becomes more labored, his chest rising and falling with each movement of your fingers.

Berlin tries to maintain his composure, but his walls are slowly crumbling under your touch. He swallows hard, his gaze still fixed on your hands.

“I used to be a masseuse and that's why I know how to cure pain,” you whispered.

Berlin raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He can't resist making a cheeky comment.

"A masseuse, huh? So, you're not just beautiful, but also talented with your hands. The question is—"He runs his gaze over your body, a glimmer in his eyes."Where else are you talented with those hands of yours?"

His comment hits a nerve, and you can feel your cheeks flushing slightly. You try to ignore his suggestive gaze, but the heat radiating off his body feels like a furnace, making it impossible to ignore the tension between you.

"Berlin, shut up," you mutter, focusing on massaging his hand, trying to keep your touch steady and professional despite the turmoil inside you.

Berlin's words hang in the air, heavy with implication. His gaze lingers on your body, a clear invitation in his eyes. The atmosphere shifts, charged with a sudden tension that has nothing to do with their earlier struggle.

He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, awakening something primal within you.

"I've always wondered..." he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "What it would be like to have those skilled hands of yours all over me."His other hand comes up to rest on your hip, his grip firm and possessive. He pulls you closer, until you can feel the heat of his body against yours."Show me, princess." He smirks.

Your heart rate quickens at his words, the touch of his fingers on your skin setting off a fire within you. You curse inwardly for your body's involuntary reaction to his presence, no matter that you hate him.

You look down at him, his smirk making your blood boil. But there's something about the way he's looking at you, a mix of desire and challenge, that sets your nerves ablaze. You hesitate for a moment, conflicted between your pride and the undeniable attraction to his confidence.

Berlin's breath hitches as you begin to undress him, your hands moving with a sensual grace that sets his skin on fire. He watches you through hooded eyes, his gaze dark with desire.

As your hands roam over his bare chest, he lets out a low groan, his muscles twitching under your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension coiled within him like a spring ready to snap.

"Fuck, London..." he murmurs, his voice strained. "Your touch... it's electric."

His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer until you're pressed against him. He can feel your breasts against his chest, your legs intertwined with his. The contact sends a jolt of pleasure through him.

"More," he demands, his voice a growl. "I want more of you. All of you."His hands slide up your back, pulling at your the robber's suit. He wants to feel your skin against his, to explore every inch of your body with his own hands and mouth."Take it off," he orders you.

Berlin's words and touch ignite a fire within you, your body responding to his every move like a moth to a flame. It's as if all the resentment and hatred you harbored for him have faded into the background, overshadowed by the sheer intensity of the attraction between you.

You hesitate for just a moment, caught between the desire to give in to him and the fear of what would happen next. But the look in his eyes, the raw need and want for you, shatters your resolve.With trembling hands, you begin to undress you.

Berlin's eyes widen as you take off your clothes, revealing your bare breasts. He drinks in the sight of you, his gaze hungry and possessive. When your hand wraps around his erect cock, he lets out a sharp hiss, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Shit, London..." he groans, his head falling back against the floor. "Your hand feels so fucking good."He watches you through halflidded eyes, his breath coming in ragged pants as you jerk him off. The sight of your hand working his cock is incredibly arousing, and he can feel the pleasure building inside him with each stroke."Harder," he demands, his voice rough with need.

You moan softly at the sound of his demand, a strange thrill coursing through you. There's something about the way Berlin talks, the commanding tone in his voice, that lights a fire inside you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoy the way he takes control, the way he makes you feel.

"You're so demanding," you whisper playfully, but there's no hint of defiance or hostility in your voice. Instead, there's a hint of submission, a surrender to the desire that binds you both.

You jerk of harder. You took off your bra putting his cock between your breasts and you raised it and lowered it.

Berlin's eyes roll back as you take his cock between your breasts, the sensation overwhelming. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as you raise and lower your chest, sliding his shaft along the soft, warm flesh.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he chants, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements. "That's it, princess. Use those beautiful tits of yours. Milk my cock."

His breathing becomes erratic, his body tensing as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. He's close, so close to the edge. With a final thrust, he buries himself between your breasts, his cock pulsing as he comes, hot seed spilling over your chest.

"London!" he cries out, his voice hoarse with release. "Oh, god, yes!"He collapses back onto the floor, his chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face.

As Berlin catches his breath, he looks up at you with a lazy, contented smile. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast, smearing his own release across your skin.

"Mmm, you're a sight to behold, princess," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Covered in my cum, your tits glistening... It's a fucking masterpiece."

He sits up, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you onto his lap. His stillhard cock nestles against your core, and he grinds against you, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

"But you know what would make this even better?" he asks, his breath hot against your neck. "Having you ride me, taking my cock deep inside your tight little pussy. I want to feel you come undone on top of me, screaming my name."His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm globes as he lifts his hips, pressing his erection against your entrance.

You moan softly at the feel of him against you and, without thinking too much, you start kissing him, in a passionate, hungry kiss, that shows the want you have for him. He starts kissing you back, his hands starting to roam all over your body.

“Berlin…” You call him, before you keep kissing him, he is just like addictive, the way he is making you feel…

Berlin's eyes flash with desire as he feels your wetness against his cock. He knows you want him just as much as he wants you, and the knowledge sends a thrill through him.

"Don't keep me waiting, princess," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "Take what's yours. Impale yourself on my cock and ride me until we both forget our own names."

He leans in, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispers, "I want to feel you stretch around me, your walls clamping down on my shaft as I fill you up. I want to watch your face as I make you come over and over again."

You shiver, feeling Berlin’s words as if they were something physical, and you start kissing him again, more intense. You try not to think about what you are doing, and the fact that he is Berlin, but how you are feeling, just his lips against yours, it’s starting to drive you mad… how his hands are on you…

He starts kissing your neck, and you let out a moan, he knows he is giving you goosebumps. He is making you lose all your control.

You ride him and in the meantime you take his cum on your tits with your fingers and bring it into your mouth licking it.

Berlin's eyes widen in shock and arousal as he watches you bring his cum to your mouth, your tongue darting out to lick it off your fingers. The sight is incredibly erotic, and it spurs him on, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts.

"Fuck, London!" he groans, his head falling back as you ride him. "You're fucking insatiable. I love it."His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, gripping your hips, pulling you down harder onto his cock.

Berlin's eyes lock onto your bouncing breasts, his gaze hungry and possessive. He reaches up, his hands cupping the heavy globes, squeezing them roughly as you continue to ride him.

"God, your tits are perfect," he growls, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "I could spend hours playing with them, sucking on them, marking them as mine."He leans forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

You shiver and let out a soft cry, he knows how to make you feel, even if he drives you crazy all the time. He knows how to make you feel like this…

He starts biting your neck, and leaving hickeys in your breasts… he keeps doing it, to mark you, to show you that you are his…

Berlin's eyes flash with desire as he watches your tongue dart out, a moan escaping your lips. The sight and sound of your pleasure only fuels his own, his hips thrusting up to meet your every move.

"That's it, princess," he murmurs against your breast, his voice muffled. "Let me hear how much you love my cock. How much you need it."

He switches to your other nipple, sucking hard, his teeth tugging at the sensitive flesh.

“So big” you moaned as you bounced on his cock.

Berlin's ego swells at your words, a smug grin spreading across his face as he feels your tight walls clenching around his thick shaft.

"That's right, baby," he purrs, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I'm the biggest you've ever had. And I'm going to fill you up so fucking deep, you'll be feeling me for days."He starts thrusting up into you harder, faster, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each movement.

“Yes,” you moaned, taking his whole cock. “So good.”

Berlin's grin widens at your words, his confidence soaring. He loves hearing you praise his size, knowing that he's the only one who can fill you up like this.

"You take it so well, princess," he praises, his voice husky with desire. "Your pussy was made for my cock. So tight, so perfect."He sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively.

You kiss him with your tongue as you rotate your hips to take more of his cock.

Berlin groans into the kiss as you rotate your hips, taking him even deeper. The sensation is incredible, and he can feel his orgasm building rapidly.

"Fuck, London," he pants against your lips. "You're going to make me come. I'm so close..."

His hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as he starts to thrust up into you with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts.

"Come with me, princess," he demands, his voice strained. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you up. Milk me dry..."

“I love your cock so much,” you moaned as you alternated rolling your hips and bouncing.

Berlin's eyes roll back as you bounce on his cock, your words driving him wild with desire. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you, to be inside you, to hear you moan his praises.

"Fuck, yes!" he shouts, his hips slamming up to meet your every move. "I love your pussy too, princess. It's fucking perfect. So tight, so wet, so fucking mine!"

His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. He's so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"Come on, baby," he growls, his voice strained. "

You moaned and took more. “Yes, yes, yes” you said with each rotation of your hips on his cock.

Berlin's control snaps at your enthusiastic response. With a roar, he flips you onto your back, his hips pounding into you with wild abandon.

"Take it, princess!" he snarls, his eyes blazing with possessive fury. "Take every fucking inch of my cock. You're mine, do you hear me? MINE!"

His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged as he chases his release. He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck, marking you as his.

"Come for me, London!" he demands, his voice a guttural growl. "Squeeze my cock and milk me dry. NOW!"

You moaned at his words as you came. Berlin feels your walls clamp down on his cock like a vice as you come, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed.

"London!" he cries out, his voice hoarse with release. "Fuck, yes! Take it all, princess. Every last drop..."

He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent, marking you as his.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated. "I've never felt anything like that before. You're... you're perfect."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely shows, a hint of the man beneath the arrogant facade.

You look at him, trying to understand his expression, it’s not the smirk he usually does or anything… it’s… something else.

He starts tracing his fingers down your spine, in a way that’s almost… gentle? He doesn’t say anything, but he keeps his dark gaze fixed on you. For once in his life he doesn’t show any superiority or power, instead he shows you… he shows you the real Berlin.

You feel something in your chest when you look at this part of him, the gentleness, the almost... sweet attention, so different compared to how he usually treats you.

Berlin's fingers keep tracing down your spine, and then he starts to leave small kisses on your shoulder. It's not like he was biting you earlier, this is different, much more romantic. He keeps leaving kisses on your skin, until he reaches your neck.

Berlin's kisses move further up your throat, to your chin, and finally he captures your lips in a soft, tender kiss. This wasn't like any of the kisses he'd given you before, there's no heat or hunger, just a gentle intensity.

He breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you. His eyes are soft, almost vulnerable, and there's a hint of something else, something you can't quite place.

You cuddled up to him as you tried to recover from your orgasm.

Berlin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he cradled you against his chest. He ran his fingers idly over your skin, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

For the first time since you've known him, Berlin was quiet and just... content with you.

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady thudding of his heart beneath your ear. Despite the intensity of what had just happened between you, there was a strangely peaceful air in the room.

Berlin's hand continued to trace lazy patterns on your back, the touch surprisingly gentle and almost soothing. It was a stark contrast to his usual arrogance and aggression, but you found yourself enjoying this softer side of him.

“We still hate each other, right?” you whispered into his chest.

Berlin's chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you spoke. He lifted his head and looked down at you, his dark gaze meeting yours.

"Of course we do," he replied, his voice soft. "I still think you're a pain in the ass, and I'm sure you still think I'm a cocky bastard. That's not going to change."

He ran his fingers through your hair, the gesture surprisingly tender. "But right now, I'm enjoying this. It's... nice."

You smiled and nodded cuddling more. "Yeah, I still think you're an asshole but it feels good." You whispered.

Berlin chuckled again, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapped securely around you.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," he replied, his tone almost teasing. "But hey, I can't deny that I enjoy having you in my arms. It's a nice change of pace from the constant insults and power struggles."

"You're not so bad yourself, princess," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "I might even go as far as to say I enjoy our little... tiffs. They keep things interesting."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours. There's a hint of something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of emotion that he quickly masks with a smirk.

"But don't get used to it," he adds, his tone playful but with an underlying seriousness. "I still hate you. Just... a little less than before."

Berlin's smirk widens at your giggle, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his usual arrogant facade. He leans into your touch, savoring the gentle caress of your hand on his chest.

"Well, well," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Looks like we've both softened up a bit. Who would've thought?"

He rolls onto his side, pulling you with him so that you're facing each other. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips.

"I think I like this side of you, princess," he says softly, his gaze intense. "The one that giggles and strokes my chest. It's... nice."

His other hand slides down to your hip, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours.

"Maybe we should have these little... truces more often."

You smiled. “We found a cure for our frustration,” you said, amused.

Berlin's eyes light up at your words, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.

"Ah, so that's what this is," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "A cure for frustration. I like the sound of that."

His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively. "And I must say, it's a very effective cure. I feel... much better now."

He pulls back slightly, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in every detail. "But you know what they say about prevention being better than cure, don't you?"

His thumb traces your lower lip, his eyes darkening with desire. "Maybe we should... keep testing this cure. Just to be sure it works every time."

His other hand slides up your side, his fingers brushing the underside of your breast.

Berlin's eyes flash with heat as he continues his sensual exploration of your body. His hand moves to cup your breast, his thumb circling your nipple teasingly.

"I want to fuck you again, princess," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Over and over, until we're both exhausted and satisfied. Until there's no doubt in either of our minds that this cure works perfectly."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, claiming you, possessing you. His hand on your ass pulls you flush against him, grinding his growing erection against your stomach.

"Tell me you want it too," he demands against your lips.

You moaned softly into his mouth, his touch and words sending shivers through your body. You couldn't deny that you desired him, despite everything that had happened between you.

"Yes, I want it," you whispered, your voice hoarse with arousal. "I need you."

His words still burned in your mind - until there's no doubt in either of our minds that this cure works perfectly. You couldn't help but feel a slight ping of worry, a hint of doubt. But his touch and his desire made it hard to resist him.

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 11 months ago

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Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst (happy ending!), sex, fingering, explicit language, surgery times (duh), (let me know if I missed anything!) Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You used to be Dr. Shepherd's favorite resident, but something had happened in the last month that drove you further apart than ever. Will it get resolved (hint: yes, it does)?

“You, out!”

You stood, flabbergasted, in full scrub, suctioning blood out of someone’s brain-deep head wound. The OR had gone deathly silent, and if they could’ve seen your face under your surgical mask, they would have seen you blushing bright red.

All you’d done was ask a question. All you’d wanted to know was why Dr. Shepherd had gone after the brain bleed at the angle she did, because it wasn’t the angle you’d expected. You were a surgical resident. Asking questions is what you were supposed to do.

“Dr. Shepherd, I–”

“Uh-uh. You? Out of here. You’re distracting me, Y/L/N. And if you can’t focus on saving this man’s life, you don’t need to be in here.”

Frustrated and more than a little embarrassed, you handed off the suction tube to another resident and quickly burst through the doors and into the scrub room, washing your hands furiously. You felt like crying. You didn’t know what was going on these days.

During your intern year, you’d gotten really close with Dr. Shepherd. She’d sort of take you under her wing, said you had the right mind and hands for neuro. You worked well together, almost read each other’s thoughts sometimes, it seemed. But the last month or so, she’d all but banished you from her service.

You knew part of it had to be Webber’s new initiative for “well-rounded surgeons,” a new protocol where residents were cycled between attendings at random, with no favoritism or preference allowed. But even when you were assigned to neuro, Dr. Shepherd always put you on the other neurosurgeon’s service. She hardly talked to you at all.

You wondered if you’d done something wrong, something to completely ruin the mentorship–no, the friendship–you’d felt like you were forming with Dr. Shepherd. Not only did you miss her company, miss working with her, but you missed neuro.

You spent the rest of your day on neuro doing glorified scut alongside the interns. Humiliating. And when you finally went home, you wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch and order Chinese food. But a text from your cohort group chat reminded you that tonight was the annual Surgeons for Surgeons benefit gala. And unless you wanted to be fired, you’d have to show up, bells on, ready to mix and mingle and convince Seattle’s rich and famous to donate to the program that connected Seattle-Grace with its partner hospital in Nairobi.

You stared at yourself in the mirror before leaving. Thanks to a very artful layer of makeup, you looked a little less exhausted than you really were. And you had to admit, you looked good in a suit.

By the time you and your friends arrived at the gala, things were in full swing. Wine, music, twinkling lights, the whole shebang. You were determined to have fun with your friends, despite whatever weird stuff was going on with Dr. Shepherd. You’d had a few glasses of wine, had danced with a few other residents, and had generally avoided Dr. Shepherd, even though once or twice you’d caught her watching you. Let her feel bad, you thought. She was out of line.

But when you were on your way back from the bathroom, a hand shot out of a hallway and gently grabbed your arm.

“Jesus, Dr. Shepherd,” you complained, straightening your suit as she crossed her arms and looked at you, leaning against the hallway wall.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “You just…” She threw up her hands. “You’ve been avoiding me all night. I didn’t know how else to talk to you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve been avoiding you!?” You scoffed. “Dr. Shepherd, you haven’t talked to me in over a month. I went from being the de facto neuro resident to being bottom of the barrel in your OR. So forgive me if I’m not jumping at the opportunity to chat with you.”

Dr. Shepherd looked at the ground. “I know. I’m sorry.”

You sighed. “Look, I don’t care if we’re friends, okay? I– I would have liked it. I like you. But my career comes first. And whatever’s going on with us got in the way of that today. So whatever I did to upset you, I’m sorry. Okay? But I love neuro. And I’m good at it. You don’t have to talk to me ever, outside of work, but you cannot keep me from surgery.”

You started to walk away, but she stopped you.

“Y/N!” she called, grabbing your hand and holding it for just a moment too long. You were taken aback by her use of your first name. She always called you Dr. Y/L/N. “I don’t want that.”

“Okay…” You shrugged. “So put me back on your service.”

“No, I mean…” She exhaled sharply and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t want to be friends with you.”

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting. You liked Dr. Shepherd. You really liked her. You thought she’d liked you. You thought that in another life… But it didn’t matter now.

“Message received,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“God, that’s not what I meant. I’m fucking this up.” She looked at you almost like she was in pain. As if there were words she just couldn’t get out. “What the hell,” she finally mumbled, then grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you.

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. But her lips felt so good against yours, her hands warm and soft against your skin. This was what Dr. Shepherd had wanted with you, why she’d been avoiding you. And, if you were honest with yourself, it was what you’d wanted to, you’d just been too scared to let yourself admit it.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, pressing her into the wall to deepen the kiss. She whined into your mouth, her tongue fighting for entrance, and you knew–by the arousal shooting down through your very core, the wetness pooling in your underwear–that this would not end here tonight. Amelia’s arms snaked underneath your blazer, searching for skin.

“Why do you have so many clothes on?” Amelia muttered breathlessly, painstakingly unbuttoning the collar of your dress shirt, then continuing on to the lower ones.

“Whoa!” You grabbed her wrists, pushing them away. “We’re in a public hallway, Dr. Shepherd.”

She huffed, pulling you by the arm into the closest room, which turned out to be some poor soul’s vacated office at this event venue. She slammed the door, taking her own turn to push you against a surface. It took your breath away.

“Don’t call me Dr. Shepherd when we’re about to have sex,” she said, trailing kisses down your neck.

“Fine, Amelia,” you retorted, and she smiled into a kiss. She liked a little sass in a woman.

With one hand, you rolled her nipple between your fingers. With the other, you moved slowly down her body, gently pulling up her dress to slip a hand into her underwear.

She gasped as you brushed lightly over her clit. “Fuck,” she breathed, throwing her head back. You smiled, happy to have a little power. Amelia might have all the power in the OR, but you had all the power here. You could tell by the way her hips rolled toward you, by the way she leaned heavily on the desk at her back–she wanted you bad.

She breathed heavily, squeezing your arms as she pushed her hips into you, desperate for the friction, the pressure. You grinned wickedly and removed your hand, licking her arousal off your fingers.

“Y/N!” she protested, glaring at you.

“Hmm.” You pretended to be thinking deeply, circling the rest of her vulva so that you were close, so close, to where she needed you, but not quite there. “You know what? I bet this feels a lot like being knee deep in a surgery and then being pulled for no reason at all.”

“I said I was sorry! Please, Y/N.” You had her squirming and writhing and you were getting drunk off her desperation.

You pushed two of your fingers into her warmth, already so wet, so ready for you, and she moaned. “I mean, I guess, if you insist.” You smirked at her, loving to see her lose control. She was always so in control at work. It was honestly something you admired about her. But right now? All you wanted was to see her coming apart.

There was a part of you that wanted to tell all the residents, to tell everyone that you were fucking Dr. Amelia Shepherd. But there was another part of you–deeper, softer, more you–that wanted to keep her all to yourself. Because some part of you knew that it wasn’t just sex, no matter how much easier it’d be if it was.

Amelia’s breathing grew ragged, her walls pulsing around you and you knew she was close. You circled her clit with your thumb, and she thrust her hips up into your touch, chest heaving, legs shaking. And when she finally, finally hit her peak, you scooped your arm around her back to hold her up, keeping your rhythm steady until she came down, resting her head on your shoulder, a thin sheen of sweat on her face.

“Fuck!” she breathed, lifting her head to grin at you and tuck your hair behind your hair. “Your hands.”

“That’s why I’m such a good surgeon.” You winked at her.

“That’s why you’re good at a number of things, apparently.” Amelia pulled her underwear up, straightening her dress.

“Well,” she shrugged. “Should we go back in?”

You scoffed. “I’m certainly not.”

“Why?!”

“Are you kidding me!? There’s a fucking lake in my underwear right now. I gotta go home.”

Amelia smirked, pulling you down by your collar for another kiss. You couldn’t take much more of this. You needed her. Or a vibrator. Or a dildo. Or something.

“You want help?” she asked, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

You blushed. The tables had turned all of a sudden, and she was the one with the power now. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Yeah, that’d be… that’d be good.”

She laced her hand in yours, squeezing it. “Take me home, Dr. Y/L/N.”

“What if someone sees us!?” you hissed, looking both ways out the office door.

“We’ll slip out the back.”

“Sneaky.” You nodded. “I like this side of you.”

Glancing furtively around, she leaned forward and sunk her teeth into your neck, taking you by surprise. You gasped.

She pressed her lips against your ear. “I’ve got a lot of sides you haven’t seen yet.”

God, you couldn’t wait to see them.

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eatingoutmen · 3 months ago

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RISK IT ALL | feat. sub/dom top!reader & La Casa De Papel women.

TOKYO/SILENE OLIVEIRA

The closet wasn’t really a good option to be doing this, but Tokyo was too pent up to care and just needed you. Your hands held her legs up firmly, her back pressed against the wall for support. Her moans and gasps escaping her lips at the sensation of your cock stretching her out, the tip of your dick hitting her g-spot, it was heaven to her.

You both knew fully well that someone could just hear or even potentially walk in and catch you both. But the thought about getting caught, the risks you were both taking made Silene shiver with excitement.

“Shh, we wouldn’t want the team know what we’re up to over now, do we?” You slowed down your pace on her throbbing pussy, earning a frustrating whimper from her. A smug grin tugging at the corner of her lips, her hands grasping your shoulders, her hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“I don’t care, keep going. Who told you to stop, mm?”

NAIROBI/ÁGATA JIMÉNEZ

It wasn’t really the best time doing this in, here you were with Nairobi; in a locked office at the Royal Mint and at the middle of a heist, not the right moment to be doing this in. But the tension in the air, the growing promise of pleasure, drawing you both closer in a dance of desire and passion was heady cocktail too intoxicating to ignore.

A soft moan escaped Ágata’s lips, her hands moving to grip your hair like an anchor to her subspace, the sensation of your lips and tongue tasting and sucking her clit made her arch her body off the couch. “Mmm… Just like that… Good boy.” Your fingers worked in and out of her wetness, making her pussy more sore and soaked than ever.

You tried to muffle up your noises, your dick twitching in excitement at the risk of getting caught. It turned Nairobi on, the sight of you—eating her out while trying your best to be quiet and obedient made her pulse quickened. She couldn’t help but tease you a bit with a smirk curving into her lips.

“Not so loud now, be a good boy and keep quiet.”

RAQUEL MURILLO

It took a lot of pleas and persistence to convince Raquel that she deserved a break, you noticed how pent-up she was, her frustration radiating off her already stressed out appearance from her restless nights of trying to catch the man who was responsible for the Royal Mint heist. When she finally relented, you pulled her into your office and locked the door where your coworkers wouldn’t disturb the both of you.

The inspector’s hands tangled your hair, a moan of pleasure and satisfaction escaping her, your lips and tongue tasting and ravishing her sore, throbbing cunt. “Shit…!” Raquel’s grip on your hair tightened, she arched her back off the desk. She bit her lip, trying to hold back another noise from threatening to escape her lips. “Sshh, just let relax for me.” You whispered quietly, pulling out and to meet her eyes. Raquel let out a chuckle in response.

“I am relaxed, now shut up and don’t you dare stop.”

ALICIA SIERRA

The cop car shook violently from what you two were doing, Alicia was top of you, your cock twitching inside her while she rode you, her hips rolling against yours slowly. To you; this was probably ‘illegal’, but for her—she thought otherwise.

“Mm… please, I can’t-” A mewl escaped your lips, you were blissed out that you couldn’t form words, your cock was sore and throbbing, you could feel your orgasm coiling in your stomach, a sign that you can’t hold it in anymore. “Yes you can.” Alicia’s hand travelled along to your neck, she gave you a slight squeeze. Which drew a needy, pathetic moan from you, making the woman smirk in amusement. “Aww, you poor thing.” She teased.

The more she rode you in a slow pace, the more blissed out you becoming. Your lips parted, whines and whimpers escaping every time you feel her walls clench around your cock, your tip leaking pre-cum already at the sensation of her warm cunt. “Alicia, please—” You gazed up her with half-lidded eyes, a silent plea for mercy and desperate for release. She only shot you a tantalizing smile and cupped your face gently, her eyes meeting yours in a intense look.

“Just a little longer okay? I haven’t cum yet, hon.”

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depressopax · 1 year ago

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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

Part 3 - From K-O

»» Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4 ««

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI. Sub/dom, (semi) public, possessiveness, mentions of mommy kinks, Words: 1.7K Summary: NSFW alphabet challenge D-F. What are the LCDP characters like in bed? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

Nairobi

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sub/dom & authority (in which she is more of a soft domme)

Sex toys (...especially strap-ons 🤭)

Praise & degradation

Breeding

Semi/Public sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Preferably in bed

To provide you both comfort and give you good aftercare

Like I’ve said in earlier parts, she won’t mind being a bit risky and doing it in public places ;)

Especially to make you scream her name to let people know who you belong too

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything from big romantic/cheesy gestures

…To simple things such as you wearing skimpy clothes or trying to rile her up - she likes it when you act all needy and horny for her

A good, long foreplay gets her going too.

Teasing each other in public

Bonus: Homegirl ain’t scared to slide her hand down your underwears when at a restaurant just to see you flustered “I can't wait to strip you out of those clothes later.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes or “sharing” you

It’s a big NO

You’re hers, and the thought of someone else touching you the way she does? It doesn’t sit right with her

Anything that makes you uncomfortable turns her off tbh

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes both equally

That’s why she likes 69ing with you lol

Very passionate when giving you

Will have you on the couch, leg spread wide whilst she goes down

And B O Y she’s good

When receiving, she loves bringing you to your knees

That way, she can place her legs over your shoulders for her own comfort

…And tease you by squeezing her thighs around you and force you in place

Very loud when receiving, and demanding

If you have longer hair she’ll pull it slightly and guide your head

And VERY praising afterwards

Berlin

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage

Impact play

Dom/sub & discipline

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed, the couch, against the kitchen counter/table…

Prefers a bit privacy

So anywhere at home where he can bend you over will do it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simply… You.

And his own fantasies.

Just imagining what he wants to do with you

Or what he wants YOU to do to him, gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes and cuckolding

Anything that has to do with sharing you

Seriously, he’ll get seriously offended if you suggest it 😭

Doesn’t like humiliation, neither on you or him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Homeboy passionate AF

He adores and worships every single inch of you, so ofc he gives you a lot of attention… Down there ;)

He can spend hours giving you oral pleasure

Not only to satisfy you, but because he genuinely gets turned on from going down on someone. It brings him pleasure too

He loves receiving too

Will have you on your knees, loving the sight of you so submissive and eager to please him

Pushing into your warm mouth, rewarding you with praise and LOUD grunts and moans

He hates being the guy to fuck your face

…But if he gets too into it/eager? He’ll do it and not even feel sorry afterwards

He makes up for your gagging and sore throat afterwards tho 🤭

Denver

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talking

Roleplay

…Breeding ;)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, any time, ALL THE TIME.

He’s a horny guy, what can he say?

If you’re horny, he won’t let you be all bothered

If you’re in public he’ll find a somewhat private spot where you can take care of each other's “problems” ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Y O U

He’s easy to turn on

Kinda pervy when it comes to you, just watching you suck on a lollipop or ice-cream will have him aroused tbh 😭

Nudes too

If you’re comfortable sending them ofc

It’s the biggest motivation EVER, he adores and loves worshiping your naked body

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not that kinky, so anything that is too “extreme” is not it.

Not that fond off BDSM etc

He’ll try it if you are into it, but it’s not for him

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving tbh

Your warm lips wrapped around his cock works like a charm.

Stressed? Sad? Happy? Angry? Blowjobs!!! 🤪

Still likes giving too

Especially when you show your appreciation with sweet moans

It boosts his ego to know he can make you sound like that

Just love to make you feel good.

Tokyo

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Worship & praise

Degradation

Sex toys

Semi/public sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Doesn’t matter really

If she wants you - she NEEDS you, right there, right now

Doesn’t mind fucking you in a dirty restroom if she’s horny for you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your presence alone is enough tbh

She is extremely attracted to you and everything you do turns her on

When you bend down to pick something up, smiling at her from across the room…

Touch is her love language, and she loves hugging you

Her hands wandering to your ass, thighs or stomach, feeling your body under her palms… It drives her crazy

Or if you do the same on her.

She melts under your touch and craves more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything where you could end up hurt

Sure she likes to be a bit wild, but your comfort is still prioritized.

She hates the thought of you bruised up in any way (except from hickeys, which she loves giving and receiving)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving

Just being able to sit back down and enjoy watching your mouth working on her pussy

Tokyo is the person to grind against your mouth

VERY loud too, and praising.

When giving - she likes surprising you

For example dropping to her knees when your least expect it and then work her way down

And she’s good at it too

Professor

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Authority

Roleplay

Dom/sub (in which he prefers being submissive)

Worship & praise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sergio is a classy man 💅

Prefers the bed, it’s the most comfy option, after all.

He prefers slow, passionate session in the bedroom

If he’s feeling extra wild he’ll do it in the couch or shower 🤭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him

…Or purposely trying to turn him on - It works.

When you make him feel hot and wanted.

Homeboy have low self-esteem, so you touching him, telling him he’s sexy/good-looking etc not only makes him feel good about himself…

But also flusters him and turns him on 🥹

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he is pretty “vanilla”

He is more of a sub, so he prefers it if you are taking charge tho

Likes experimenting but a big no for him is:

Humiliation, pain and being rude/disrespectful towards you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving

He thinks it’s fascinating how you enjoy his oral skills so much

The first times were messy and awkward but he quickly learnt what you liked and improved his skills

His tongue and mouth *chefs kiss*

Could spend hours between your legs, watching you go crazy from something he’s doing

Won’t say no to receiving tho 👀

He’s not so picky, just you wanting to give him a blowjob turns him on

He’ll hold a gentle hand on the back of your head

You will earn some grunts and soft moans from his

Alicia Sierra

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This one either makes a lot of sense, or not at all.

Mommy kink

Said it before, but she is a domme

She doesn’t necessarily ask you to call her “Mommy”

But still, she likes the thought of dominating you but doing so in a soft way

She’ll absolutely destroy you in bed, whilst whispering words of encouragement and getting turned on by your whimpers and moans

…And even by those pretty tears in your eyes as she edges and overstims you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom

She prefers intimacy and privacy

Since she is a bit rougher she wants to provide you with some type of comfort, such as having you on bed, having a pillow behind your back or under your lower abdominal

Although, she’s keen on the idea of taking you in public places if you’re both in the mood, or if you’ve “been bad” ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Turning her on is not a challenge

Wear something revealing - or better, nothing at all! - and she’s ready to take you.

You’re a treasure to her and so beautiful, how can she not be horny for you?

Makes sure to rile you up too

With her wearing tops to show off her cleavage, whispering to you how badly she wants to fuck you…

She also adores you being bratty. She sometimes ignores your need on purpose just to have you cry and turn into a whiny bitch to receive attention

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Yes, she likes being rough, but there are limits

She wouldn’t do something that could hurt you or inflict pain

Anything with blood etc is a big no for her

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving

But she expects you to do something in return, to thank her.

Absolutely drives you insane with her skilled tongue and warm lips, finding all the right places and spots to make you scream her name

Knows how to make you cum quickly and her goal is to at least give you 1-2 orgasms

She’s demanding when receiving.

Will have you lay down and sit on your face, grinding it and guiding the movements of your tongue and lips

Loves making you a mess and watching your swollen lips and the way her juices drips on your chin

Rough, fast movements over you as she praises you

Swells with pride as she sees the mess she’s made out of her perfect partner, knowing that you’re hers, and hers only.

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vague-humanoid · 5 months ago

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The familiar narrative is that artificial intelligence will take away human jobs: machine-learning will let cars, computers and chatbots teach themselves - making us humans obsolete.

Well, that's not very likely, and we're gonna tell you why. There's a growing global army of millions toiling to make AI run smoothly. They're called "humans in the loop:" people sorting, labeling, and sifting reams of data to train and improve AI for companies like Meta, OpenAI, Microsoft and Google. It's gruntwork that needs to be done accurately, fast, and - to do it cheaply – it's often farmed out to places like Africa –

Naftali Wambalo: The robots or the machines, you are teaching them how to think like human, to do things like human.

We met Naftali Wambalo in Nairobi, Kenya, one of the main hubs for this kind of work. It's a country desperate for jobs… because of an unemployment rate as high as 67% among young people. So Naftali, father of two, college educated with a degree in mathematics, was elated to finally find work in an emerging field: artificial intelligence.

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writingbyshiloh · 1 year ago

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Medical Drill

Summary: Just more Team Germany stuff in the Toledo House

CW: smoking, FEM! Reader (referred to as “pretty lady”), general Berlin-ness, secret relationships, implied previous smut

AN: I ADORE Moscow so he’s featured in this. If it is disjointed it's bc I wrote half a month ago and another half while making bread. No beta. @soraya-daydreams <3.

WC: 1.65

You rub your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness of your room and what must have happened to wake you up so fast. The curtain you drew last night is firmly in place, all your belongings are where they should be. You start to lay your head back down. You bolt upright when you hear another knock on your door followed by the Professor stage whispering.

“Vienna! We need you! Something happened to Moscow! He can’t breathe!”

There is a high chance it’s a drill. You tell yourself. If something is wrong, he will be in your room shaking you awake.

With a sigh, you heave yourself out of your bed and start rummaging through the “medical kits” scattered around your room. The real ones for the heist are still being assembled, so you have old books ranging from Care and Keeping of Farm Animals, to Don Quixote, labelled by which kit they are and the supposed contents. The order of them generally goes from the head down, no.1 being head injuries, no.2 and no.3 being neck and heart respectively. You pluck no.4 - lungs - off the floor and sprint out of your room. The hall is quiet, meaning Moscow must be at the checkpoint with the Professor.

You wince slightly as the steps creek while you run down them. But if you can’t get any sleep, you don’t feel back about the others waking up. Stumbling out the house door you don't even register the temperature change and just keep running.

Moscow and the Professor are sitting at the outside table quietly talking, while every few seconds the Professor looks at his stopwatch. The night is warm with a clear sky so they don’t seem to mind being awake. You run faster outside, trying to make up for lost time. Slaming the “medical kit” on the table you look up at the Professor (ignoring his wincing at how you treat the medical kit) to get your reaction time.

“This says number 5 on it.” Moscow tells you. You almost break your neck with how fast you turn your head to look at the book. You see the clear Medical Kit 4 label and look back at Moscow to see if he actually is having a medical emergency. He lets out a small laugh and pats your arm as if to apologize for pranking you. You feel yourself smile despite the early hours of the morning.

“I’m just messing with you. You did well.” He says. You don’t have it in you to be mad at him, and lightly push his shoulder to let him know you see the funny side.

“Well, good yes. It’s faster than last week's drill. However, in a heist, every moment is crucial to treat the hostages.” The professor tells you moving his fist to articulate his point. Pulling out a seat you sit next to Moscow, who offers you a cigarette. You nod and he hands you one and his lighter. You force yourself to nod and pay attention to the impromptu lecture knowing you’ll never have to work again in a few months.

The professor only has a few more comments, things you make mental notes about to try next time before he bids you a good (but quite early) morning and leaves to prepare for the class day.

“Thanks for doing this,” you say quietly.

“I used to wake up at 4 in the morning for the mines. This is nothing for me.” Moscow tells you.

“Mind if I sit with you for a moment? I’m wide awake now, I don’t think I could sleep.”

Moscow nods and you lapse into a comfortable silence. Moscow is kind to you and praises you in front of Denver for getting an education to gently tease his son. He has ended up being your partner for many heist-related team exercises. At first, it was because his son kept ditching him to team up with Nairobi or Tokyo, but now you prefer to work with him over anyone else. Berlin is a close second.

“How are things going with your boyfriend?” He asks lighting up another cigarette. You frown thinking over his words while you watch the cherry of the cigarette burn. You don’t tell anyone about previous partners you’ve had before joining the heist, trying to keep going through with the future and ignoring your past.

“My who?”

Moscow turns his head to see if you’re joking with him. When he seems you’re not he continues “C'mon, you know. The other half of Team Germany.” He adds extra empathy to the team bit.

You drop your gaze down to your cigarette in the ashtray. Moscow places his hand on your shoulder and gives it a small squeeze. You like Moscow, he’s like one of those uncles who aren’t blood-related but always there for you. He dances with you after three beers and tells you corny jokes.

“I, um, we have been ‘seeing each other’ for a few months.” You say, using air quotes to describe the nature of your relation to the leader of the heist. Moscow shows no anger or judgement, just his kind eyes so you keep going.

“It’s supposed to be causal. And I’m keeping it that way ‘cause who knows what will happen inside the mint. I can see why he was married five times. Part of me wants to go along with it, even after the heist. But I can't risk ruining the money.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

You sigh, watching the wind blow through the bushes. You tell yourself you will but there are so many what-ifs it's hard.

“I’ll decide when we're all on the boat.”

Moscow looks like he has something to add, but isn't sure if he should say it. When he opens his mouth to speak, all that comes out is a bad cough. You rub your hand over his back as he hunches over, carefully watching and waiting before you offer him water or a cough suppressant. Much to your dismay, he resisted, trying to get back to the conversation between you.

"What were you saying?" he asks.

"I can't remember." you lie, and Moscow is kind enough to understand the topic of the conversation entirely.

“Let me cheer you up. Have you heard the one about the doctor and the teacup?"

You turn to look at him, excited for whatever it could be.

“Darling, you look exhausted,” Naririobi says joining you at the table for a lunch break. You nod slowly as if each movement is exhausting you, which isn't far from the truth.

“There was a medical drill last night. I couldn’t sleep after.” You tell her. She nods sympathetically as you reach for another glass of water.

“Go and nap. I’ll wake you before class starts,” she says. Thanking her you push your chair into the table and start to make your way to the stairs.

You’re so close to your bed that you can almost feel the soft pillow under your head when a hand reaches for your wrist. Too tired to question or pull your hand back you just follow the hand to an arm clad in an expensive suit jacket, to a handsome face.

You blink slowly, not to be seductive but to try and get some moisture back into your tired eyes. It helps but also puts you closer to an eye twitch.

“Hey pretty lady, where are you going?” he asks quietly. Everyone else is downstairs eating or outside to enjoy the summer but you appreciate his commitment to keeping it hidden.

“To bed.”

You watch his lips curve into a sharp smile, thinking you’re going to take him with you.

“In the middle of the day? When is everyone awake? That’s risky for you.” He gently twists your wrist so he can kiss the back of your hand. “I like it.”

“I’m going to my bed, alone, to nap,” you correct him, making no moves to pull your wrist back.

“How much time did the Professor say was an efficient nap? 20 minutes?” he twists his wrist to check his watch, shaking your arm in the process. “You can nap and we still have another 30 to spend together.”

He chuckles as you shift your weight, seriously considering his proposal.

The rapid heavy thumps of footsteps on the stairs make Berlin drop your hand and turn around. You bend at your side to peep over his shoulder to see who is coming. Denver comes into view first, with Moscow starting to loom behind him.

You see Denver nudge Moscow to start speaking, some questions addressed to Berlin, something about the phone that will be wired to the Professor.

“As you can see, I’m talking to Vienna right now,” Berlin says, turning back to you. He looks apologetic that your time together will have to be cut short.

You wave a hand in front of your face. “I have to nap anyway. We'll continue this later?”

Berlin smiles at your words, hearing the subtext in them and nodding in agreement. Turning back to the other men, you’re sure he’s still smiling. As he and Denver descend the stairs, Moscow catches your eye and gives you a friendly wink. One that just screams I was young once too.

Face burning, you rush into your room, kick off your shoes and settle into bed. Even though you know you won’t be able to fall asleep now.

#berlin x reader #andrés de fonollosa x reader #andres de fonollosa x reader #money heist x reader #lcdp x reader #x reader #reader insert

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helslastangel · 8 months ago

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Observation of asteroids in my natal chart

@helslastangel

Felt like looking going over these in my chart and thought I'd share my interpretations. These are personal observations; if it doesn't apply, let it fly.

Also I am in love with Nairobi, I might rewatch Money Heist just for her tbh lol.

Abundantia (151) in 5H Scorpio 2° & conjunct Venus 3°

You may experience good luck and prosperity in love matters and creative endeavors. You are sensual in the way you express yourself and seek comfort and stability in your encounters. You seek relationships in which you can speak freely and enjoy each other's minds and usually do find them.

Academia (829) in 6H Sagittarius 14°

You may have a scattered or piecemeal approach to higher education and learning. You want to know about everything but do not have patience for the the slow and steady part of research and mastering a subject, UNLESS the topic is of exceptional interest to you (and stays that way). Excessively dull routines can make you ill.

Adonis (2101) in Scorpio 5H at 19°

You attract and are drawn to deep and intense expressions of beauty and passion. Without depth, challenge and complexity, you are simply not interested. You like to enjoy life and have fun as much as the next person, but your interests often lean towards things that serve the duel purpose of bringing pleasure while healing pain. With Scorpio on the cusp of the 5th house at a Scorpio degree, this energy is magnified. You are likely a highly creative person with a complicated relationship to love, attraction and what you find personally compelling. You're attracted to sensitive, emotional people with an appreciation for the things that lie below the surface in life. This is too much intensity for most people and it is not often that you meet people who interest you beyond basic friendship. When you do find someone who awakens your desire, however, a lusty, romantic side you normally keep private comes out to play. You can become obsessed with them if you don't manage your emotions well.

Amor (1221) in Aries 10H at 17°

You are very loving, though somewhat blunt or direct in the way you show affection or approach romantic love. Challenges are attractive to you and you're attracted to people who won't back down from them - even if you're the problem. Lol! You love the concept of being in a power couple, but maintaining it could become tedious if you lose interest and want to change the aesthetic. You're attracted to stable, forward-thinking partners who are not easily intimidated and can help to reign in your more impulsive tendencies.

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#astro observations #astro community #astrology #astrology signs #astro notes #astrology observations #astrology tumblr #amor #adonis #academia #abundantia #asteroids

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belli5 · 9 months ago

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Africa — King Kenny

Pairing: king Kenny x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, cutie animals (or dangerous), nun. Based on this request. Also I changed it up a bit, because beta squad doesn’t really have any dangerous animals in videos, they’re just scared of everything.

Summary: in which, beta squad were 50 hours in Africa and you went along with them, going to safari and helping them learn about animals.

A/n: Sorry for my beta girlie who had to wait so long for this. I had written little bit of smut at the end, but then I felt it wasn’t needed in this story so I deleted it.

Masterlist

The beta squad were going to Africa for 3 days or 50 hours. They are gonna do some challenges or just things kids do there as in school or play football and they are gonna go to safari aswell, they suggested you to come with them so of course you agreed.

When we landed in Kenya, we were greeted by some great people and they also had pretty flower bouquet for each one of us.

A taller guy than you gave you the bouquet, “oh thank you so much.” You smiled at him, and he went to give someone else the other bouquet he had.

When we were finally leaving the airport with the people who greeted us here, you all got into a car sitting down between Kenny and Aj.

“Here,” Kenny from beside you said, “you can have these.” Giving you his bouquet of flowers. You thought it was so cute.

“Aww, thank you so much.” You thanked him and leaned into him.

“Yeah, guys can you stop being so corny infront of us and the camera?” Aj called you both out. You saw the camera towards you both and shook your head.

“Shut up, Aj.” You said.

First you all arrived at your first location, where you would just eat, the people also welcomed you very nicely, they had the Uk and Kenya’s flag.

It was so cute, they singed a song for us while we just vibed, honestly overall it was so nice dancing with them. Also they cheered for everything, more welcoming than the Uk.

“Kenny won his last fight.” Sharky said, and everyone started cheering, yelling ‘yeahhh’

“Guys, guys,” Niko interrupted “I’ve got two socks on.” Everyone started cheering again and yelling ‘yeah’ you laughed at it.

“You guys,” Aj said “Niko’s breath stinks.” Everyone started cheering again, even Niko.

Niko wanted to revenge, “Aj’s three foot tall.” Everyone cheered once again. And Aj just got inside laughing.

After eating the amazing food, we had to go to our second location, which was Ematsayi primary school, where again amazing kids we had to teach today, were waiting for us.

The beta squad teached them the “say good, good, good” song, we obviously all love.

“Aj as a teacher,” Chunkz began “is mental.”

“I’m the best teacher.” Aj stated. “And the best student.”

“You might aswell start.” Niko pointed at Aj, “This is your teacher ‘mr. Triangle’ everyone say hello mr. Triangle” Niko introduced Aj to the kids.

All the kids repeated Niko “Hello mr. Triangle” all the guys and you started laughing while Aj thanked them.

“What’s his name?” Niko asked, now he was doing it on purpose, but it still was funny.

“Mr. Triangle.” All the kids said.

It was now the last day in Africa, the third day and we were in Nairobi where the guys were going to a safari for the last challenge. The people greeted us with flowers again.

For the last challenge the guys had to do an animal bingo, basically each of them had to pick three animals they think will be in the safari and whoever saw the three animals first, wins.

First animal we saw was chimpanzee, which was picked by Sharky so he had two more to go. “Come on, tell us something about chimpanzees y/n.” Sharky asked you.

“I dunno, chimpanzees have the ability to learn human’s language, such as sign language.” You told them, not sure what to say, but they expected something from you, as you work with animals. “But chimpanzees are only found in Africa so I don’t know much.”

“That’s actually really interesting.”

“That’s why I picked chimpanzees.” Sharky says, probably referring to the fact that they’re only in Africa.

We saw other animals small animals no one picked, we saw a tortoise and he almost, just almost made it to grass, Niko even said it was just as slow as Chunkz on football pitch.

“Y/n, what’s the difference between tortoise and turtle?” Kenny asked, honestly there was not much of a difference.

“Hmm.. there’s not much, except turtles usually spend their time in water while tortoises spend their time on land.” You said, “Also tortoises have more rounded and domed shells where turtles have thinner, more water dynamic shells.”

“Great. So it looks like we’re gonna know more information about animals today,” Aj talked to the camera, “as we have Y/n and she works with animals, so she knows more than us.”

You smiled at Aj talking. Next we saw elephant signs, but unfortunately there was no elephants as the driver or the owner told us, so there was no point for Niko.

Aj saw a Hippo in water, which he was surprised to and happy, he even applauded and gave you few high fives.

You wanted to tell them something about hippos so you spoke, “Guys did you know that Hippos thrive underwater? They can hold their breath for an average of five minutes.”

“And that’s just average?” Niko asked, to what you nodded.

“Mhm. That’s long enough to take walks along lakebed and riverbed floors.” You added.

“No wonder their nickname is ‘river horse’!” Chunkz joked. Also Aj was in the lead right now, so he only needs to see a tiger and he has won.

We next saw ostrich, which was on Sharkys list, now Kenny on the other hand was definitely not winning this challenge, because he has not seen a single animal he named, he named most animals you can’t see here.

The driver said that giraffes are coming up, so Chunkz of course got happy because giraffe is on his list, “ohh,” he yelled-sang, “he said giraffes, I see the giraffes.” Chunkz said looking at everyone, honestly it was cute how excited he was.

“I see giraffes with long necks.” Chunkz continued to sing.

“Look.” You pointed “it’s Niko’s siblings.”

“And that’s the fact for giraffes?” Niko laughed, and you nodded “yeah, horror.”

“Are we going to see a seal today?” Kenny asked the driver.

“If we go to South Africa.” The driver told him, Kenny laughing at his answer.

“Aye Kenny you’re not winning this.” You said wrapping your arm around his shoulder jokingly.

The journey continued, we saw more animals, they continued to ask you questions about some animals, but none of them were on the guy’s bingo cards, we drives past cheetah, but Chunkz didn’t saw it so there was no point for him.

It was already now getting dark, it was already 7pm and as we were getting ready to leave we saw a giraffe on road, it was actually so close, and it was even taller closer.

“I wanna touch it.” Kenny said.

“Kenny!” You called out, “it is not permitted touching the giraffe sadly.”

“Why not?” They asked.

“Just for safety reasons.” You smiled, not wanting to cause trouble for the giraffe or anyone else. The giraffe was really close so you could take a picture of it.

It was completely dark now, and y’all saw none of the animals, but mosquitoes. “Ai all we’ve got now is mosquitoes,” Niko said “just going in my eyes.”

“Ai who hit me wallahi..” Aj complained and it was most likely Chunkz who was hitting the mosquitoes away.

“Wasn’t me.” Chunkz quickly defended himself.

“It’s probably because of that damn bright light you have..” you complained, “if it would’ve been turned off, they wouldn’t attack us so much..” you rolled your eyes.

“Well we can’t film in dark’.” Kenny says , at your sudden attitude, probably because you were getting mad of the mosquitoes sucking your blood.

Niko talked to the camera like he always does, like he’s crazy, while everyone else just tried to not fall as the car we were in was going side to side from the awful road.

Kenny was squishing Aj as Aj was laying almost on Sharky and Chunkz, you got up and went next to Niko, because you’d rather talk to the camera than be squished.

Aj had won the challenge even tho as Sharky and Chunkz also had 2 animals, but Aj was the first one to reach two points.

It was finally the time to go back home, honestly you were excited to go home, but on the other hand you didn’t wanna leave Kenya.

But landing in Uk back, you and Kenny both went home straight because all you wanted to do was go home and get under the sheets with Kenny.

#beta squad #king kenny #aj shabeel #chunkz #niko omilana #sharky #belli5 #my man my man my man #x reader #beta squad x reader #kingkenny x reader

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 2 years ago

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Hello! This is a fic rec of my all-time favorite fics. These fics have really stuck with me over the years, and I've read many of them multiple times. This is an ongoing fic rec, that I will continue to update. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Of Mates and Men by bananaheathen / @bananaheathen (630k)

In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of.

Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance.

Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

Hiding Place by orphan_account (365k)

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by imogenelee / @imogenleefic (234k)

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In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

One More Time Again by orphan_account (232k)

Harry looks down to where Louis is cradling his hand between his own. Louis' hands are slender, the bones delicate, the nails bitten short. The 2-8 on the backs of his fingers is gone, but the faded scar from a skateboarding mishap in Year 7 is still there.

Harry's hand is awkward, knobby-boned and naked, no rings, no tattoos. It's too big for his wrist and his wrist too big for his arm. Yet it still somehow fits in Louis' in the painfully perfect way it always did.

He blinks back the sting in his eyes.

On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right.

A canon-compliant fix-it fic (sort of).

Stranger Stars by shaylea (212k)

Five years ago, Africa offered a grieving Louis Tomlinson an escape from an England he couldn't tolerate. Now it's become home as he leads overland tours across the continent with his best friend and driver Zayn Malik. What's meant to be just another ordinary six-week trip from Cape Town to Nairobi turns into anything but, when future lawyer/current photographer and songwriter Harry Styles and his friends join Louis' latest set of passengers.

Given A Chance by fabby / @fabby1d (173k)

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The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

The Wonderlands by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (150k)

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AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

Oxford AU Series by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (130k)

Come As You Are (77k) “I think it could be like this all the time,” Harry says. “I know it doesn’t make sense but I think you should consider it. I could make you happy if you let me.” louis is a professor of literature at oxford and harry is his newest and most eager protege. both are caught in a story about forbidden love, loss and second chances, in which one is on the brink of heartbreak and the other comes along when he's needed most. Overwhelmingly You (47k) more reflections post-oxford. Notes on Oxford (5k) glimpses at life before, during and beyond oxford, in no particular order

Wild Love bypurpledaisy / @harrydaisy (130k)

“Good,” Julia says, clearly pleased to have them both uncomfortable and unable to look at each other. “Now, I only have one more question before you can go. What are you planning to do when this experiment ruins your friendship?”

“We said we’d stay friends no matter what,” Harry says smoothly, his chin lifting in defense.

“That was our one thing going into it,” Louis agrees. “Stay friends no matter what.”

Julia raises a perfectly manicured brow, “That’s all fine and good. But I hope you realize your emotions aren’t going to realize this is an experiment in the end. If one of you falls for the other and finds out those feelings are not reciprocated, you’re not going to be able to laugh it off as a social experiment. I’m not saying you shouldn’t do this, I’m just hoping you’ve considered all of the possible outcomes.”

- AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It’s supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

After All These Years byLifeInAColorWheel (127k)

It’s been seven years since One Direction went on hiatus and it’s been eight years since Louis and Harry broke up. They’ve been strangers to one another since then.

But, over the course of a weeklong boys’ trip, history between Harry and Louis resurfaces.

Or,

The one when Louis and Harry don’t talk, connect again years later, and reflect on why their love collapsed.

Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy, Gloria_Andrews / @gloriaandrews (123k)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

I'll Fly Away by juliusschmidt / @juliusschmidt (122k)

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.

ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.

Bitter Tangerine by purpledaisy / @daisyharry (119k)

Maybe it’s Niall, he reasons to calm his storming heart. Maybe he’s not actually gone for the holidays yet, maybe Harry got the dates confused. Slowly, he holds his breath and pushes the kitchen door open. The first thing he sees make him jump, a wooden spoon held out like a sword. Once his brain processes the sight in front of him, it’s less the sword that gets him than who is attached to the wooden spoon.

“Harry,” the swordsmen speaks before Harry can, his voice low and steady though confusion laces each word.

Harry’s breath catches. Every string around his heart, all the protection he spent nine months building, rips out and tears open all at once as he says, “Hi Louis.”

AU: Nine months after they break up, a twist of fate brings Harry and Louis back together at Christmas.

Never Be by cherrystreet / @cherrystreet (117k)

Monica: You've got to see her again.Ross: And why do you care so much?Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy!Ross: You had fantasies about Emily?Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

Burn to Ash by bethaboo (116k)

Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there's a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.

He's a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry.

Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.

Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.

Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo / @crinkle-eyed-boo (114k)

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn’t intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

Tired Tired Sea by mediawhore / @mediawhorefics (113k)

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Babydoll Blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (111k)

Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

To Haunt a Heart by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon (110k)

A high-profile double homicide in the quiet, small town of Ashford, WA sends shockwaves through the public. Louis, the lead detective assigned to the case, is headstrong, earnest, and desperate to prove himself. Harry, the widow of one of the victims, is insufferably rich, wears far too many vintage dressing gowns, and is desperate to prove he’s not guilty.

Their desperation unexpectedly blossoms into something beautiful behind closed doors, amidst the ticking time bomb of a slowly unravelling mystery that the two soon find themselves deeply entwined in.

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (103k)

Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose by certainsadness (103k)

“There’s something so great about watching you interact with art,” Harry said quietly. “Like, when you were giving the tour, you were just so you, and so happy and excited and funny and engrossing. But then when you’re looking at the art, when it’s, like, just for you, you get so quiet and observant.” He pressed a kiss to Louis’s shoulder. “But you still seem so you, and so happy. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you as happy as you’ve been tonight.” He kissed his shoulder again. “As you are right now.” A shiver went up Louis’s back. “I’m happy when I’m with you,” he said.

Or, Louis loved art and Harry was a masterpiece.

Emperor's New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships (92K)

The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.

or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

Behavioural Ecology by turtlekz / @turtlekz (81k)

Louis Tomlinson is a primatologist working with the Jane Goodall Institute for primate conservation; and Harry Styles is the photojournalist sent from National Geographic to write a piece promoting awareness about the endangered species. They meet, and love is never, ever simple, as we know.

Featuring Eli the chimpanzee, bickering humans, storytelling, and five men who come to gain an understanding of what it means to be human; all stationed in the Republic of the Congo.

Do Not Go Gentle by afirethatcannotdie / @afirethatcannotdie (70k)

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

To the Ends of the Earth by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (68k)

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

A Yuzu Grows in Brooklyn by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci (66k)

Harry is a recent implant in new york and a young chef opening a restaurant called yuzu. louis, a music teacher and broadway lover, has been around the block for a while. in a city that's so fast-paced, they're slow to catch on to each other.

The Dark and the Dentist by sunshiner / @theprizeofcoolness (66k)

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

Time Passed by coffinofachimera (66k)

Louis struggles with their relationship as Harry grows into his identity.

Outwit, Outplay, Outlast by dancesongsoul, lookatyourchoices (60k)

“Tommo and Harry are gonna do it. I don’t know when, but they’re gonna do it. They’ve got the mattress, the pillows, everything’s in place, and they’re gonna do it. I really wish those two the best of luck.” –Taylor Swift, "Chapera"

Or a Survivor All-Stars AU in which Harry and Louis are just in this game to win the million dollars, but they end up with something better.

Featuring Harry's yellow swim shorts, Louis in snapbacks, and OT5 shenanigans.

No One Does It Better by nodibs (49k)

Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met.

Sail Away With Me by star_henderson / @star-henderson (47k)

“It’s inhumane putting four blokes in one cabin.” Louis stripped off and climbed up into his top bunk. “And why did we get the smelliest twat on the whole ship and bore of the century?”

Harry shrugged. “We clearly pissed someone off along the way.”

Louis snorted softly. “Who do I have to bend over for to get us an upgrade?”

Harry barked out a laugh. “If only it were that simple.” He rolled his eyes wistfully at Louis.

“The only way I’m going to get a two berth is to throw Payno overboard and be next in line for the deputy cruise director's job.” Louis leaned up on one elbow to look over at Harry. “Would you help me weigh his body down so I don’t go to jail?”

“Only If I can share your cabin.” Harry shuffled about, tucking the duvet between his legs, sweeping his hair up into a bun and securing it in a band. “I’m not being an accessory to murder and then still having to share with them two, no fucking way.”

Louis and Harry are part of the entertainment team on board a luxury cruise liner. They hate sharing their four berth cabin with two other guys and would do anything to get a cabin of their own. One drunken night the solution was simple. They'd just get married...

Be My Little Good Luck Charm by 100percentsassy (34k)

In which Harry is a promising amateur golfer making his debut at the PGA Championship, and Louis is a Sky Sports anchor who would really rather be commentating on footie.

The other boys are around too: caddy!Niall provides victory pints, Liam is Louis's Very Serious co-anchor, and poor Zayn just gets his face drawn on.

Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows (31k)

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

Loved By Your Mother by superglass / @gaymoustache (31k)

Harry stretches out like Venus with her lover, growing sleepy in the late afternoon light with a baby growing inside her. Perhaps not literally, not physically. Not exactly.

Harry struggles to come to terms with wanting to have children, and what that means for their relationship. Canon compliant, set a few years into the future

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