#and yet he's still so so gentle and so so reassuring

[cosmictheo]

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 | hwang in-ho

( gif credits to @lalaray )

—summary: for some reason, player 001 seems to like you a little too much, way more than you think. amongst the chaos after the mingle game, he gets closer to you. —pairing: hwang in-ho/young-il/player 001 x female!reader —word count: 4.5k —warnings: bro has a lot of names, +18, smut !!! (minors dni), most definitely ooc!in-ho, descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, some porn with some plot, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight voyeurism? (a guard outside the bathroom listening all the tea💀), sub in-ho!!!, obsessive, possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, slight manipulation, in-ho being a slut for the reader, they want each others bodies so bad, panic attack, blood, killing, yk usual squid game stuff.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

The first thing you saw were Young-il's eyes, and then you sensed his hands resting on your shoulders, a subtle touch but one that struck your entire core, sending shivers up and down your spine, snapping you out of the trance of shock, drawing you back to reality and back to him.

“Hey, hey, shhh...” he spoke softly, leaning close to you, making all you focused on was him, his voice, his eyes, the way his lips uttered your name. Him, him, him...

“Young-il?” you breathed out, matching your respiration to his ever-calm one.

He nodded his head slightly, his fingers stroking your shoulders soothingly. “You're okay. You did so good. It's over now” his soft whispers felt like an anchor back to earth, anchors you were clinging to with all your might.

“I got you” he assured you, helping you to your feet again. It was only then that you noticed that you were still in the room set of the third game, there was only you and him left in the arena, and the multitude of bodies sprawled around the bloodstained floor, of course. Noticing your gaze drift to the dead people, his hand lifted to your chin, standing right in front of you to block your field of vision and reduce it to just him, his serene face and piercing eyes, “Just look at me, angel. Keep those pretty eyes on me, yeah?”

He delicately pleaded you, his thumb tracing patterns of grazing caresses on the skin of your chin, treating you as carefully as possible. 

And you complied, of course, succumbing to the gentle darkness contained within his eyes. Like a little lamb falling into the wolf's trap.

“There you are,” a little, honest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

A couple of guards were standing near you, watching you in silence and strangely, allowing Young-il to comfort and help you during your panic attack. The first one you had since you had arrived in the horrifying place, you hadn't cracked once, holding a tough and fearless armor.

“You are safe with me. Nothing will happen to you,” his other hand moved down from your shoulder through your arm, igniting a warm flush on your skin under the passage of his palm, all the way down to encounter yours, his fingers intertwining between yours. “I'll make sure of that, okay?”

You merely manage a trembling nod, holding his gaze. His reassuring, gentle demeanor was all you needed at that moment, in that strange place, full of strangers, he seemed to be the only familiar sight to you, the light among all the ruthless darkness. And his face, exuding concern, completely captured your heart.

Young-il offered you that one protector figure you always needed, that someone to rely on and trust even in your darkest moments.

“Come with me, please” one of the guards, the one with a square outlined on his mask, interrupted your moment, stepping up beside you, his gun pointed at the ground and not at either of you, thank goodness. His voice held a diplomatic, yet polite tone, glancing at the two of you. Young-il glanced at him with a scowl on his face, not too happy that the guard had popped onto the scene, apparently, his gaze went ice cold in the span of a millisecond, “Sir, miss, you need to go back to the main room with the other players.”

“The lady needs to freshen up a bit, could I accompany her to the bathrooms?” Young-il asked— no, rather, he actually demanded of the armed guard, his demeanor shifting to an authoritative one, straightening up and looking at the masked man with imposing eyes.

The guard looked from Young-il to you and back to him, finally nodding his head just once after a few seconds of contemplation, looking at him too long, nearly as if he was considering Young-il's expression, “Of course. Come with me, please.”

You did not decide to comment on the strange behavior of the guard, even they had been acting like human beings, empathetic and considerate. You really couldn't think of anything much at all, all you could focus on was Young-il's hand placed on your lower back as you walked together through the winding, ridiculously colorful corridors and staircases inside the seemingly infinite building.

His touch had your mind a fuzzy blur and the panic and self-doubt in your veins had already been well forgotten, replaced by a state of constant flushing, feeling so small next to him. The feeling was a good one, though. Definitely.

Ever since you had met him he had seemed to have a special liking for you, always making sure you were safe and secure, putting you above the others, making you feel protected and seen. Before every game he made sure he stayed by your side, willing to take whatever risks were necessary for both of you to come out of it alive. Gi-hun had told you a couple of times that he liked you, much more than a friend, but you refused, huffing that it wasn't the place to think about that, much less regarding a man who was married, supposedly. The two of you had really bonded so well, as if you had somehow known each other for a very long time before this.

Once you were in the bathrooms, Young-il closed the door behind both of you, leaving the square guard just outside, and then guided you towards the sinks, opening one so you could take a sip of water.

“Let me...” he quietly whispered, rolling up the sleeves of his turquoise tracksuit and soaking his hands for a few seconds before raising them to your face, running his fingers gently across your cheekbones, removing traces of blood droplets that had been lucky enough to land on your skin, he thought to himself. For some reason, everything felt more intimate than it should have.

You stood in silence, watching him with big, attentive eyes as he wiped your face delicately, as if your skin were the finest porcelain. All that could be heard for a few moments was the water running from the sink and the thundering beat of your heart, desperate to flee out of your chest and leap into his.

“Young-il?”

“Hm?” he hummed, very much focused on cleaning your face, his countenance encouraged you to ask him anything you wanted, it was peaceful and gentle.

“Why do you care so much about me?” you dared to ask him, in a low tone, brave enough to hold his gaze, which softened at your question.

He held back his hands, pulling them away from your face very slowly, analyzing your flushed face for a few moments, contemplating an answer.

“You're special. Very different from the others.”

Young-il sympathized with you, with your history, your person. Usually when he looked at you, he saw his old self, from before all this. He saw in you the good side of things, your good heart, your innocence and kindness, you were much more than a pretty face. He could see past your usual gloomy and pouty face, past your sharp and too cunning eyes, you were too much for that place. And that's why he intended to take you out of there and keep you with him, to have you by his side to care for you and provide for you.

He was excited about the idea of getting to know you further, like a new game in which he had to crack his way through. And In-ho, he was good at games.

You blushed slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Special?”

Young-il spun around, allowing you to see his side profile as he washed his hands in the sink, concealing the impulse to smirk as he noticed the immediate effect his words had on you. He had you right where he wanted you. 

Now he wasn't wearing his usual dark mask, capable of covering his each and every emotion, no, now his expressions and gestures were for everyone to see, so he had to try a little harder than usual to be cautious. As you too were very careful and cautious, always attentive to your surroundings, you had figured out the objective of the last games as soon as you arrived at the arenas. It had been a record, no other player had been as interesting and quick-witted as you. You only needed a couple of minutes, a scan through the walls, the equipment brought by the guards, and you already had the answer. You were a prodigy. Not even he knew what you were doing in there to begin with, when you should have been in the best university.

You would definitely be a favorite of the filthy V.I.P.'s and that, for some reason, made him uneasy.

“Mhm...” he hummed once again, wetting his face now, refreshing himself as well, thoughtfully, “That makes you dangerous.”

His eyes held a slight playfulness as they met yours now, and his pupils expanded as he watched you step closer to him, unwrapping your sweatshirt from around your waist and lifting it up to his face, gently wiping and drying his skin with it, running the cloth carefully over his cheekbones, forehead and chin, drying every drop of water, sweat and blood that rolled across his skin.

“Why?” you tilted your head, big, interested eyes watching him intently as you carefully wiped his cheeks.

Young-il gazed at you for a few seconds, feeling himself swooning at the careful way you were treating him. He cleared his voice subtly before replying to you, in all honesty, “You're the only one I care about in here.”

Usually In-ho encountered with people who looked at him with fear, with trembling hands, hesitant voice and submissive manners. Most guards were like that with him, he was the Front Man after all. Just a movement of his fingers, a word emitted by his voice, was enough for the whole building to move at his command, for anyone to race to do what he ordered.

But you... you simply reached out to him, touched him, treated him with care, with gentleness and softness, looking at him with warm and sympathetic eyes.

“No other person makes me feel both weak and strong” he rasped out, quietly, his warm breath brushing against your lips, which gaped at his words, his choice of words, “That's dangerous for a man like me”

You motioned to pull your hand away from his face, but he was quick to grab your wrist, stopping the movement.

“Young-il, you're married, I can't—” you hurriedly opted to go the right way, trying to talk some sense into him, shaking your head softly, blinking several times within a single minute. Your heart was already starting to beat faster and he could feel it through his thumb placed on your pulse.

He shook his head, seeking your gaze, his fingers gently squeezing your wrist, not wanting you to move too far away from him.

“I'm not married. I lied” he revealed to you, almost desperately. There was no reason for him to lie to you on that, because he knew that you were someone he could trust, and that everything that was going to happen there, would remain within those walls. A little complicity. A minor crack in the script, in the whole scheme that he had been working on for weeks.

You let him grab your wrist and the jacket of the tracksuit you had previously held in your hand fell to the floor, making a muffled noise that echoed off the quiet walls of the bathrooms. Your brow furrowed slightly, not understanding what he was talking about now.

“You lied? Why?” you asked in a low tone, as if anyone could hear you. It seemed, at least it felt like too private and all too intimate a conversation for anyone to overhear.

“I didn't want to push you away and scare you with my... life resolutions” Young-il lowered your hand now joined with his, looking at you with brighter eyes than usual, “It was the wiser thing to do.”

“Resolutions?” all you appeared to be doing was asking and asking, and In-ho, right there and then, was willing to answer all you wanted to know. Your tone of voice drifted into playfulness, void of judgment or disgust, on the contrary, you reassured him, “All of us here have made bad choices in our lives, that's why we're here. We're all the villains of society”

“Villains...” he repeated, savoring the word and approving it with a gentle nod of his head. Then he tugged on your hand, lifting it to his face, placing an affectionate kiss on your knuckles, doing all of that while keeping eye contact, “But you're not bad, not like them, not like me. You're just so good, angel.” There was the petname again, and it held the exact same effect as when he first called you that, making you blush softly, your legs trembling just barely, your core reacting instantly, your body succumbing to his, longing for him.

His fingers caressed the palm of your hand tenderly, “You have no blood on your pretty hands, no perversity in your little head, no, you're a good girl. You always have been, right?”

He read you like an open book, even though you had been cautious and reserved since the games had begun, you had not let anyone in, much less pass over the walls you had built around yourself. Yet in the span of a few minutes, Young-il had ripped them apart, tearing his way through them, into you.

You caught a glimpse of pity in his eyes.

“You don't have a debt, you just don't have anyone out there waiting for you, to take care of you, provide for you” At his words, you gulped, watching him kiss your knuckles once again, making your heart race, then his lips kissed your pulse on your wrist, and after that, he tugged you closer, placing your palm against his chest, making you feel the beat of his heart as well, “I could be the one. I could take care of you, protect you, give you everything you want. There wouldn't be anything I wouldn't do for you and those eyes. You'd just have to stick by my side, look pretty for me, hm?”

In-ho had been watching you, of course, ever since you had met Gon Ji-cheol in the subway, ever since you had encountered Gi-hun. He knew your life completely, he had grown obsessed with you. You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, the missing piece in his new life. The anchor he desperately needed, yearned to hold on to.

And to your flesh he clung, his lips making a path of light, but tentative kisses on the back of your hand, across your skin, up your arm.

“Young-il...” you breathed out his name a bit stunned by the whole sudden confession. At the sound, he felt his limbs tremble, his lips had reached your bicep and it wasn't until he kissed your shoulder that he opened his eyes so he could look at you with raw adoration, his breath joining yours at the closeness.

“I'll get you out of here, safe and sound. I won't let them touch a hair on your head” he promised, reassuring you, pulling you in, inviting you to slip into his orbit, “I just need you to trust me”

Your eyelashes grazed your cheeks as you blinked slowly, your hand rising to his shoulder, thumb brushing his neck, “How will you do that?”

“Trust me” he pleaded, staring at you for a few seconds before leaning down into you, both of his hands landing on your waist, holding you against him, his face nestled into your neck, he began to press his lips into your skin, kissing it. You close your eyes in utter pleasure, feeling yourself getting all aroused, suffocated by all the attention, the sweet words, his desire for you. 

“Would you do that for me?” he rasped out against your skin before kissing it, sucking lightly, “...hm?”

You nodded, swallowing hard, his lips rapidly kissing your throat, and suddenly, everything was him, his mouth, his breath, his hands squeezing your waist. Him... 

You lifted your chin, allowing him more access to the soft flesh of your neck, seductive lips exploring every inch of your skin.

“Yes”

“That's my girl” he cooed with tenderness, kissing your neck one last time before pulling away from it so he could look at you, not even letting you breathe the air that had slipped out of your lungs for the entirety of his doing, before he was kissing your lips like a starving man.

He breathed against your lips in between frantic open-mouth kisses. He almost felt himself melt as his ears were blessed by the delightful little noises leaking out of your mouth, panting and low moans escalating up your throat.

“Young-il…” you whispered his name, your voice sheepishly lowering as you noticed the look in his eyes, your hands clasped around his neck, fingers trembling from the thrill and sudden shame that shook you.

“Jump” he said, his tone of voice heavy with command, his hands reaching around your waist and down onto your ass to lift you up effortlessly onto the side of the sinks, balancing himself tight against you in between your legs, which wrapped around his hips and pressed him further into you, under an instinctive impulse.

You panted against his lips as you felt his erection against the inside of your thigh, his body eagerly surrendering to yours in desperation.

His commanding voice and face were something that really turned you on even more, if that was even possible. It wasn't usual for him to be this stern with you, he was usually like that with the other players, with strangers, always cautious, quiet and tactful, meticulous of his every step and every word.

“W-wait— we're going to fuck in h-here?” you somehow managed to asked in between frantic, breathless kisses, barely opening your eyes, catching him with an expression of raw lust, pupils fully dilated now.

Young-il smirked playfully, allowing you to catch your breath for a moment, hands caressing your skin appreciatively beneath the fabric of your shirt, before dropping down and laying on either side of you against the sinks, veins bulging against his skin, “You want to do it in the other room? I don't mind having an audience.”

His little tease and the way he tilted his head made you blush furiously, fingers nuzzling the back of his neck, curling between locks of his hair.

“The guard will hear us...” you tried to talk some sense into him, whispering quietly to him, leaning your head even closer, as if you were little kids sharing a forbidden secret.

But Young-il stood his ground, kissing your lips shortly, to reassure you, noticing the worry in your big eyes, “Don't worry about him, don't worry about anyone,” his hand snaked between your bodies, spreading your legs a little further apart, “He won't hear a thing, they never hear or see anything. Not if they are ordered not to”

One of his hands reached up, stroking your hair soothingly, sensing the softness of your locks between his fingers. You were perfect, perfect. And he just knew he could lose all track of time, if it meant letting himself fall into you, touching you, feeling you, worshipping you.

"Lift your hips for me, yeah?”

Obedient, you lifted your hips just a little, letting him pull the hem of your tracksuit pants down your legs, taking it out of the way of obstructing his path into you.

“I know you want this as much as I do, you don't have to say it,” he cheekily smiled, looking up at you once he had lowered your pants down until they were at the level of your ankles. On his journey upwards, he kissed the side of your leg, your knees and your thighs without taking his eyes off yours, he was ruthless and you looked so pretty to him.

“Your body speaks to me, it has spoken to me since the first game. I've noticed the way you look at me. You are a naughty girl.”

You heaved a sigh, closing your eyes and pulling your head back as his hand dipped into the center in between your legs, feeling the wetness of your panties and the heat, your cunt pulsing around nothing. Your hands, now on either side of you clasped onto the ceramics of the sinks, your back arching beautifully.

You can't help the way your body trembles, flutters and simply submits when his finger rubs your swollen clit through your panties, feeling your face and your whole body flush, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment at the magnitude of his words and the enormity of all that was happening.

“Look at you,” he cooed, eyes locked on your pussy once he had pulled down your panties with precise but desperate motions, ran his index and middle fingers through your slick folds, making you moan, “you're soaking wet for me, just for my kisses? Fuck, you are so beautiful. My pretty, dirty girl. Letting herself be touched by a stranger.... but then again, not a stranger at all, hm?” his voice almost sounded mocking when it reached your ears, “I need to taste you,” his gaze moved up to your face, and he looked nearly pleading, he licked his lips in anticipation, fingers sinking just barely into the small entrance of your core, “may I?”

“Please—” You at once nodded feverishly, almost whimpering over the words that rushed into your throat, “Yes! Please, Young-il, please—”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, slouching closer, sinking right between your legs, his hands lingered around your knees, squeezing them against him with a possessive hold.

“In-ho” he corrected you, flushed against the skin of your inner thigh, pressing kisses along it, all too drunk already by your intoxicating scent, his mind going fuzzy with desire, the urge to make you his, “Call me In-ho”

You didn't even pause to doubt what he was telling you, Hell, you'd call him God if he asked you to. You were in the palm of his hand, on full display. His lips kissed your sex and you mentally thanked fate for putting you there, with him.

“Say it” he ordered, just before he plunged his tongue deep between your folds, knocking all the little breath left in your lungs. “Say my name, angel” the vibration of his voice against the most sensitive flesh of your body clenched the knot deep in the bottom of your belly.

“In-ho” you named him between shaky whimpers and little moans, like a prayer. One of your hands dropped to his head, fingers sinking into the black of his hair, tugging it and making him hiss against your cunt. “In-ho...”

In-ho, In-ho, In-ho...

“Good girl”

God.

He ate your pussy like it was his very last meal, lapping and drinking in everything you had to offer, every bit of wetness from you. The slurping noise burst through every wall of the bathrooms and suddenly, you didn't give a shit if the guard outside heard you, you didn't give a shit if all the guards heard you. 

They could be right there watching you, you couldn't care less, it wouldn't change the way you tugged at his hair, how your eyes rolled back and the way he was gazing up at you from below, kneeling perfectly between your legs as if they were the gates to heaven.

His tongue seemed familiar, his fingers squeezing your thighs, his eyes locked with yours, his lips kissing your sex with no breath, all the breath he needed was you. He didn't feel like a stranger, your body acquainted him, perhaps in another life. It all felt like deja vu, a reminiscence.

Your muscles tensed and he felt it through his tongue. You were about to cum, and your throat felt scratchy from all the moans and whimpers rasping through it.

“Gonna cum, baby?” he coaxed, pulling away from your cunt for just a couple of seconds, sneaking a hand in and pressing just barely at your entrance with a couple of fingers, kissing your clit and sucking it just right, “Yes you are,” he grumbled endearingly, his tongue tracing caresses all around your clit now, looking up at you.

“You're so tight” he marveled, watching in awe as your cunt eagerly attempted to suck in his fingertips, clenching and struggling to fit them. “Look at her, so eager... such a good girl, aren't you?” Once again he leaned into your clit, kissing, sucking and caressing it with his tongue, already too pussy drunk to stop. “Cum for me. Cum on my tongue, yeah, just like that”

“Holy shit, In-ho—” you hiccupped, feeling tears blur your vision, a wave of pleasure unleashing from deep in your belly. You moaned his name like a prayer, pressing his head closer to your cunt on an instinctive impulse, “Mmph!”

Maybe it was seeing his chin and mouth all dripping wet of you, or his dark, deep eyes marveling at how your pussy squeezed tight around his fingers, or his other hand sliding up under your shirt, finding one of your breasts and flicking your nipple. Maybe it was all of it, either way, you were cumming like you had never cum before. Your whole body was shaking and succumbing to the overstimulation. Succumbing to him.

In-ho gulped down everything you gave him like magic waters.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he confided, licking his index and middle finger as well, catching every trace there was of you that he could possibly consume as if it were honey.

Then, he kissed your pussy once more before standing up, sending shockwaves of electricity through your whole body with his touch, his hands settled on your hips, holding you so you wouldn't fall.

And he just smirked. He moved closer to you and kissed your mouth, making you savor your own taste through him, his hands appreciatively caressing your thighs, swiftly pulling up your panties back on.

“You're perfect, perfect,” he smoothed against your lips, his forehead leaning close to yours and he kissed you again, praising you, holding you tight in the afterglow of your orgasm, “My girl, my favorite girl, so good for me"

“We need to get back before someone starts to get suspicious,” he mumbled softly, helping you to your feet and pulling up your pants, always holding you with his hands and strong arms.

“B-but,” you retorted, your hands gripping his shoulders, still feeling your legs a little wobbly and unsteady, your dilated pupils and half-closed eyes following him as he arranged you, “I want to-”

He interrupted you, grinning warmly, stroking a lock of your hair away from your forehead before kissing your lips once more, as if closing a deal, a promise, “There will be time. Be patient, princess. We don't want the others to find out about my favoritism, do we?” seeing you still looking a bit confused, and still denying with your head, In-ho smiled playfully, “That would be very unprofessional of me, so this will be our secret”

This time you kissed him, sealing the secret.

[amirasainz]

Could you make younger girlfriend x Lewis Hamilton. Maybe there are some rumours and then she visits the paddock with Lewis. The wags and drivers aren't to sure about this at first, but in the end see how happy the couple is. I know this isn't what you usually write, but it is my birthday today and it would make me ver happy. 🤭💗☺️

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💜

Love has no age

The first time Yn had stepped into the paddock as Lewis’s official girlfriend, the buzz had been deafening. Rumors had swirled for weeks about Lewis dating someone new, and when the truth finally came out, it was all anyone could talk about.

“Did you see her? She’s so young!”

“Twenty? Isn’t there, like, a fifteen-year age gap?”

“What do they even talk about?”

Yn had tried her best to block out the whispers, clinging to Lewis’s hand as he guided her through the chaos. He’d been her rock, as always, his calming presence grounding her in the midst of all the speculation.

“They’ll come around,” Lewis whispered in her ear as they walked to his garage. “They just don’t know you yet.”

---

Yn hadn’t expected her first encounter with the other WAGs to feel so…awkward. She sat at the hospitality table, surrounded by the glamorous women who had known each other for years. They were friendly, of course, but Yn could sense their hesitation. She was the youngest by a mile, and the age gap between her and Lewis hadn’t escaped their notice.

“So, Yn,” Carmen began with a polite smile, “how are you finding the paddock life?”

Yn straightened in her chair. “It’s exciting! A bit overwhelming, but everyone’s been so welcoming.”

“Everyone?” Kelly raised an eyebrow, her tone light but pointed. “The media hasn’t exactly been kind.”

Yn hesitated, unsure how to respond, but Rebecca jumped in. “The media is never kind. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.” She offered Yn a warm smile, her hand briefly brushing against Yn’s arm in a reassuring gesture.

“Thanks,” Yn said, her voice soft but grateful. She appreciated Rebecca’s kindness, even if she still felt like an outsider.

Carmen leaned in, placing a gentle hand on Yn’s shoulder. “We’re glad you’re here. Really.”

Yn’s heart swelled at the gesture, and for the first time that day, she felt like she might actually belong.

---

By the end of the day, Yn found herself laughing with Rebecca and Carmen like they’d known each other for years. The initial awkwardness had melted away, replaced by an easy camaraderie. Carmen had an arm draped around Yn’s shoulders as they walked through the paddock, while Rebecca kept a hand on Yn’s waist, guiding her through the crowd.

“You’re stuck with us now,” Rebecca teased. “Hope you’re ready.”

“I think I can handle it,” Yn replied with a grin.

Alexandra watched them from a distance, her jaw tight. It wasn’t that she disliked Yn—she just didn’t understand how someone so young and seemingly perfect could fit in so effortlessly. The other WAGs adored her, the fans couldn’t get enough of her, and even the drivers were charmed by her sweet demeanor.

---

“Yn!” Lando called out as he approached the group, a wide smile on his face. “Finally, someone who makes me feel less like a baby here.”

Yn laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “Glad I could help.”

“She’s not that young,” Lewis interjected, stepping up behind Yn and wrapping an arm around her waist. His tone was playful, but there was a protective edge to it.

Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no offense! I think it’s great. You two look happy.”

“We are,” Lewis said firmly, pressing a kiss to Yn’s temple.

The other drivers gradually joined the conversation, each of them making an effort to include Yn. Oscar cracked jokes that had her in stitches, while Charles teased her about her taste in music after overhearing her playlist. Even Max, who was usually reserved, made a point to ask her how she was finding everything.

“They like you,” Lewis whispered later as they walked back to his motorhome.

Yn looked up at him, her eyes shining. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “But even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is us.”

---

Despite the initial skepticism, it didn’t take long for Yn to win over the entire paddock. Her kindness and genuine nature were impossible to ignore, and soon, she was at the center of every conversation. The fans adored her, flooding social media with messages of support and admiration.

“She’s like a ray of sunshine,” one fan tweeted.

“No wonder Lewis is so smitten,” another wrote. “They’re perfect together.”

The attention didn’t go unnoticed by Alexandra and Kelly. Alexandra couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw Yn surrounded by people who seemed to worship her. Kelly, on the other hand, was struggling with the fact that Yn’s presence had overshadowed her pregnancy.

“I don’t get it,” Alexandra muttered to Kelly during a quiet moment in the paddock. “What’s so special about her?”

Kelly shrugged, though her expression was tight. “She’s nice, I guess.”

“Nice doesn’t make you the center of the universe,” Alexandra snapped. But even as she spoke, she knew her frustration was misplaced. Yn hadn’t done anything wrong—if anything, she’d gone out of her way to be kind to everyone.

---

Over time, even Alexandra and Kelly couldn’t resist Yn’s charm. During a group dinner, Yn had complimented Kelly on her outfit, sparking a conversation that lasted the entire evening. By the end of the night, Kelly was laughing along with Yn and the others, her earlier resentment forgotten.

As for Alexandra, it was a quiet moment during a race weekend that changed her perspective. She’d been feeling particularly stressed, and Yn had noticed, pulling her aside to ask if she was okay.

“No one’s ever asked me that,” Alexandra admitted, her voice soft.

“Well, someone should,” Yn replied. “You’re always looking out for everyone else. It’s only fair that someone looks out for you.”

Alexandra had been taken aback, but she couldn’t deny the warmth she felt in that moment. From then on, she made an effort to be kinder to Yn, and before long, they’d developed a tentative friendship.

---

Lewis couldn’t have been happier. He loved seeing Yn thrive in the paddock, surrounded by people who cared about her. But more than that, he loved Yn herself. She was everything he’d ever wanted—kind, intelligent, and full of life.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” he told her one evening as they sat on the couch in his motorhome.

Yn looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I’m just me.”

“And that’s more than enough,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

Their love was obvious to anyone who saw them together. Lewis was always touching her in some way, whether it was a hand on her back, an arm around her shoulders, or a kiss on her forehead. He was protective but never overbearing, always making sure Yn felt safe and loved.

“You’ve got yourself a good one,” Valtteri told Lewis one day, nodding toward Yn, who was deep in conversation with Carmen and Rebecca.

“I know,” Lewis said, his voice full of affection. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

---

By the end of the season, Yn had become an integral part of the paddock family. She was no longer just “Lewis’s young girlfriend”—she was Yn, the girl everyone adored. The WAGs were her closest friends, and the drivers treated her like one of their own.

As for Lewis, he couldn’t have been prouder. Every time he looked at Yn, he was reminded of how lucky he was to have her in his life. And if anyone had doubts about their relationship at the start, they were long gone now. It was clear to everyone that what Yn and Lewis had was real.

Age was just a number. What mattered was the love they shared, and that was something no one could deny.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Yuji stood just outside Nanami's and your home… his knuckles hovering over the wooden door, hesitant to knock. Each breath he took formed clouds of fog that hung in the air. He could feel it as he stood, felt the weight of his body and the chill that enveloped it. It felt heavy... Everything felt so impossibly heavy...

The silence that greeted his knock felt different, more final. Peeking through the window, he could see how still everything was, how quiet the house was for once, your usual playlist was absent, leaving an emptiness that seemed to echo… 

“Ohh~ Why hello there young man~!” 

A fragile voice had startled him from his thoughts. It was an elderly woman that emerged from behind the large rose bushes you and Nanami had planted together just last spring. She was small, barely reaching Yuji’s chest, her weathered hands trembling slightly on her cane as she shuffled closer. Her eyes held so much warmth- so much kindness and excitement that made Yuji’s chest tighten. 

“If you’re looking for Mrs. Nanami, she left in quite a hurry this morning~!” her voice quavered with joy, unaware of how each word drove daggers into Yuji’s grieving heart. “I’m not certain where Mr. Nanani is, but oh i do hope he made it in tim-”

“Please!” Yuji’s voice cracked, panic clawing its way up his throat, “Is she alright!?” His hands shook as images of curses and blood filled his mind of the worst possible outcome, “Where is she!?-” 

“Hush now, dear child,” The old woman's face softened into a gentle smile, “She’s at the hospital just down the way. The baby decided to come early!~” She clasped her hands together in delight, “I can hardly wait to see them come home- all three of them together! If it’s a boy, he’ll surely have his father’s handsome features!”

Yuji felt the world tilt beneath his feet. He bowed his head, shoulders hunched as if to shield his face from the truth he carried… Every word this woman spoke was another weight added to the crushing truth of what he knew- of what he had to tell you… His fingernails bit crescents into his palms, drawing blood he couldn’t feel though the numbness.

“Kento’s always been so quick to be by her side you know? it’s strange he wasn't there this morning, but ohhh~ I’m sure he was already at the hospital waiting for her~” The woman's voice continued, distant now, as if coming through water, “It must be nice having such a man like that, heavens sake, just last week when she was struggling with groceries he help-” 

Her voice faded into the background as memories flooded Yuji’s mind… How Nanami would adjust your scarf while the three of you were out on cold mornings, the way his usual stoic expression softened at the edges when glancing your way… The way his hand would absentmindedly touch your growing belly, as if to reassure himself you and his unborn child were still there… And now, because of one moment, one curse… he would never meet his child. Never know if they had his eyes, his smile, his quiet strength or your features and kind heart… 

At the hospital, through the crack in the door, Yuji saw how you were curled around your newborn daughter, your finger caught in her tiny grasp. The golden sunset painted you in a warm light, and despite your exhaustion, you were absolutely glowing…

“We did it, Kento,” your whisper carried through the door, “we have a beautiful baby girl.” Your smile, so pure and unaware, shattered what remained of his composure. “Hurry back from your mission so you can meet her… We’re waiting ♡.”

Outside your hospital room, Yuji stumbled back, tears burning trails down his cheeks as he bit his lip until it bled, trying to stifle the sobs threatening to break free. How could he tell you? How could he destroy this perfect moment with the truth that Nanami- your Kento, your daughter’s father- had been torn apart by a curse… How could he explain that your “waiting” would be eternal…?

He couldn’t. Not yet…

As he wandered the hospital halls, he noted all the beautiful details Nanami had ensured would surround you during this moment. The butterfly sanctuary, the library, the gardens. Even when it came to you birthing his child, Nanami had thought of everything- had wanted everything to be perfect for you.  

When Yuji finally entered your room, you were sleeping, your daughter nestled against your chest- a mother and child portrait of serenity. He noticed how your daughter’s wisps of hair caught the moonlight, the same shade as Nanami’s… The sight drove the air from his lungs. His body finally giving in and collapsing into the chair beside your bed, Nanami’s final moments- final words replaying in his mind… “You’ve got it from here, right? And please, watch over them.” followed by the visceral memory of blood spraying across the walls, of flesh tearing, of a good man’s last breath given to the thoughts of the family he’d never see again.

“Mmn’ Y-Yuji?” Your voice, still heavy with sleep, froze him in place, his heart stopping as your eyes fluttered open. “M’where’s Kento?” 

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by your daughter’s first cry- as if she somehow knew, somehow felt the weight of what was about to destroy her mother’s word forever… Yuji’s throat closed around the words he couldn’t say, tears spilling over as he faced the impossible task of telling you that Nanami Kento would never come home again… And then he saw it- watched how realization dawned in your eyes as the blood stained necklace with Nanami’s wedding band slipped from his pocket… 

[dollyhyuckii]

၇୧ NCT DREAM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ˖ ་.

CONTENT — wc • 1.3k fem!reader. lowercased intended. established relationship, boyfriend nct dream 𐔌͡ㅤׅㅤㅤ✿ written with love by autum!

秋のメモ… ︵ ︵ ིྀ i did this for enhypen and i wanted to do one for the dreamies!!, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!, hope you enjoy!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、MARK

˖ ་. SUPPORTIVE : mark would be the type of boyfriend who’s always there for you, whenever it’s cheering you on at a big event or giving you advice when you need it “ you’ve got this baby i know you do, and even if you don’t im always right here for you, okay?”

˖ ་. SONG WRITING : mark would casually write songs about you whenever, sometimes he wouldn’t ever realize it. “the melody kinda reminds me of you baby, soft , but it’s got this energy, you know dude?” he’d shyly play it for you later

˖ ་. PLAYFUL : he’d would love making you laugh with his jokes and silly antics which you loved about him. “baby, what’s cooler then me?, trick question… nothing!” he joked, breaking into his iconic laugh when you rolled your eyes, but deep down you really did love his silly jokes

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、RENJUN

˖ ་. GENTLE AND UNDERSTANDING : renjun would always listen to you, offering thoughtful advice or simply being a comforting presence to you when you need it. “it’s okay to cry pretty girl, just let it out .. im here .. your still going to be my pretty girl even who you cry”

˖ ་. ART DATES : he’d take you to art gallery’s or painting classes, sharing his passion with you, and you had no problem with it because you always wanted to learn more about him. “look at this one pretty, it’s so beautiful. it reminds me of how you see the world”

˖ ་. SWEET SURPRISES : renjun would leave little notes for you to find around the house when he was away. “have a great day! you’re amazing pretty girl, and i love you” tucked into your bag

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、JENO

˖ ་. PROTECTER : jeno would always make you feel secure. wherever it’s walking you home at night or carrying your bag when it’s heavy, he’d always put your well being first before anything. “you don’t have to do everything alone baby, let me help you” he’d say, giving you reassuring smile that instantly melted your worries away.

˖ ་. FITNESS BUDDIES : jeno would love including you in his workout, turning the exercise into a fun bonding activity for the both of you, “okay we’re going to do partner sit ups, don’t laugh when we mess up, please baby” he’d joke, laughing along with you as you both struggled to stay coordinated. afterwards he would reward you with kisses and hugs.

˖ ་. AFFECTION : jeno isn’t overly showy, but he’d express his love in small but meaningful ways, he’d drape his jacket over your shoulders without saying a word or he would hold your hand tightly when you felt nervous. “im right here with you baby” he’d whisper, making sure you had no doubts

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、HAECHAN

˖ ་. FLITRY : haechan would be the boyfriend who keeps you on your toes, he’d constantly tease you in the most endearing way, loving how easily he could make you blush “you mad at me sunshine?, that’s cute but i know you love me” he’d say, smirking as he pulled you into a hug.

˖ ་. ENDLESS FUN : being with haechan would mean never ending outings with the two of you. from late night karaoke sessions to random road trips , he’d always find ways to keep things exciting “life’s to short to be boring sunshine.. let’s go make some new memories” he’d say, grabbing your hand and leading you on yet another date

˖ ་. TENDER MOMENTS : despite haechan’s playful nature, haechan has a deeply caring side. during quite moments he’d hold you close to his chest and whisper “you know i only tease you because i love you, right sunshine?, your my favorite person in the world”

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、JAEMIN

˖ ་. ROMANTIC : jaemin would treat you like a princess, royalty, always putting your happiness first. he’d constantly would check up on you, asking “how was your day princess?, did you eat yet?, what can i do to make you smile princess?” his warmth and attentiveness would make you feel incredibly loved.

˖ ་. DATES : jaemin would always and loved planning creative and fun dates, like trips to amusement parks or surprising picnic. on a roller coaster, he’d laugh when you scream and say “princess.. i didn’t know you were that scared!, don’t worry, i’ve got you” he’d hold your hand the entire time to reassure you.

˖ ་. PHYSICAL AFFECTION : jaemin would love any chance to get to cuddle with you. whenever it’s holding your hand, resting his head on your lap, or hugging you from behind, he’d always be close to you or finds ways too. “you’re so comfy, can we just stay like this, just for a few more minutes princess” he’d say, nuzzling into you with a contented sigh.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、CHENLE

˖ ་. GENEROUS : chenle would spoil you endlessly, surprising you with gifts or taking you to fancy dinners. “ what’s the point of having money if i can’t spend it on you baby?” he’d say with a cheeky grin when you tried to protest

˖ ་. MUSIC : he’d love playing piano for you, creating improvised melodies and instrumentals that reflect his mood. “this one is for you baby” he’d say, smiling as he played a soft, romantic tune. the way he looks at you while playing would make your heart melt

˖ ་. TEASING : chenle teasing would always be in for a good fun. “wow you’re so lucky to have me baby, just admit it” he’d joke, laughing when you playfully hit his arm. he’d make sure every moment with him was filled with laughter and joy, and you always did live the playful side of him.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 、JISUNG

˖ ་. SHY BUT SWEET : jisung might be a bit reserved at first, but once he’s comfortable, he’d open up and he would show you his caring nature. “i was nervous about saying this, but.., you’re really special to me baby” he’d confess, his cheeks turning pink

˖ ་. FUN : jisung would love trying new things to you, wanting to spend more time with you, whether it’s just laying in bed just the two of you or cooking new recipes with you. “okay, let’s not burn the kitchen down now baby�� he’d say laughing as you both tried to figure out a recipe together.

˖ ་. COMPLIMENTS : though jisung is shy, he would always find ways to express his feelings and how much he loves you. “you make me feel really lucky, you know that baby?” he’d say, looking at you with pure adoration.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reactions to getting drunken, flirty texts from their s/o

Request: Hi lovey! I hope you had a good NYE! :) I was wondering if you could and are willing to do OT13 reactions to getting drunken, flirty texts from the reader during a girl's night out? Thank you so much! :)

A/N: Text reactions take a little bit of time for me to do because of the format I chose. But nevertheless it's fun to do.

Content: Suggestive in some members (Joshua, Jun, Wonwoo, Minghao and Dino) MDNI!, reader is under the influence of alcohol.

Seungcheol

Your Text: "Babeee, you’re so strong and hawtt… bet you could carruyyY me home rn, np 😘"

His Reaction: As soon as his phone buzzes and he reads the text, he lets out a low chuckle. Sure, he’s worried about you being out drinking, but your audacity? He loves it. Cheol is all about being the protective boyfriend, so this is right up his alley. He’s grinning like an idiot at your boldness.

“I could carry you home, but you’d have to behave. You sure you want me to pick you up?”

He’s already grabbing his keys to come get you because noway protective!cheol will let you take a cab home yourself.

“Are you okay? Where are you exactly?"

He shows up at the bar, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he scans the room for you. When he finds you, he slips his jacket over your shoulders with a teasing grin shielding you from the night air. “Come on, let’s see if I’m as strong as you think I am.” He bundles you into his car, reassuring you the whole way home. Once you're back, he tucks you into bed, kissing your forehead with a soft, We’ll talk in the morning. Sleep tight, babe. But you can see the way his eyes linger on you—there’s no mistaking how much he loves you, even if he’s all business tonight. And yes, he absolutely does pick you up bridal-style once you’re sober, just to prove a point.

Jeonghan

Your Text: "Hannieeee, you’re the preTtiest boy I’ve ever seen, like an angel 😍 but you already knew that, ruightttt???"

His Reaction: Jeonghan reads your message, smirks, and shakes his head at your drunken honesty. Smug. So smug. Oh, he knew he was pretty, but hearing it from you makes his chest puff with pride. He’s chuckling at his phone, probably lounging somewhere with his hair perfectly styled because that’s just Jeonghan.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you? Go on… tell me more about how perfect I am.”

“but first, send me your location before you start serenading strangers.”

He’ll milk this for all it’s worth. He calls you, and when you answer, your voice slightly slurred, he teases, “Should I start charging for these compliments? Or is this my payment for being the best boyfriend ever?” Despite his teasing, Jeonghan makes sure someone trusted is keeping an eye on you. If it’s late, he’ll call one of the other members closer to your location to pick you up, but if not, he’ll show up himself, effortlessly charming everyone in the room as he coaxes you to leave with him. "Come on, angel. Let’s get you home." Once home, he lounges beside you, running a hand through your hair and grinning. "You really think I’m the prettiest, huh? Remind me when you’re sober." But he makes sure you’re comfortable, and so he gets a little softer, telling you how cute you are when you’re drunk.

Joshua

Your Text: " Hey Josh, you have nO idea how much I wanna kiss you right now… but you probably wouldn’t let me because you’re TOO FCdtxtTYC much of a gentleman :")"

His Reaction: Joshua reads the text, and his cheeks immediately flush. Blushing. Full-on blushing because your text caught him off guard, but he low-key loves it. His lips curve into a shy smile as as he pushes his hair back in embarrassment. He’s both flustered and endeared because you know he’s a gentleman, but he’s still a man, and that text definitely stirred something as there’s a smirk playing at his lips as he responds.

“Who said I wouldn’t let you?”

Gentle yet flirtatious because he’s smooth like that. He calls you, his voice soft. "Where are you? Stay put; I’m coming to get you." He FaceTimes you and laughs at how flustered you get when you see him. He’ll stay on the call till he's there, subtly flirting the whole time but will make sure you're drinking enough water. When he arrives, he’s the picture of calm as he helps you into his car, checking to make sure you’re comfortable. But once you’re home, and you pull him close with those drunken confessions, his restraint wavers. "You wanted a kiss, right?" He leans in slowly, teasing you with his gentlemanly charm, before pulling back with a sly grin.

"Tomorrow, sweetheart. When you’re sober." JOSHUA HONG THE MAN YOU ARE!!!

Jun

Your Text: "Junnie, you’re too hot. It’s UNFAIR. Like, STAWP being so perfect, okay? Or don’t. I love it."

His Reaction: Jun is sprawled out on the couch when your text comes through, and he nearly chokes on his drink. Too hot? he mutters to himself with a smug grin. Oh, he’s loving this. Jun is confident but doesn’t always hear things like this from you, so he’s absolutely soaking it up.

“Should I stop? Or do you want more perfection coming your way? 😌”

He doesn’t hesitate to video call you, his teasing smirk on full display as he checks on you. "You’re too cute when you’re drunk. Where are you? I’m coming over." When he gets you home, he doesn’t hold back. After making sure you’re okay, he pins you gently against the doorframe with a playful smirk. "You said I’m too hot, right? Let’s test that theory." Things get steamy quickly, but he’s careful to take it slow, making sure you’re comfortable the whole time. The next day, he’ll casually bring it up, just to watch you squirm.

Hoshi

Your Text: "Horanghae! 🐯 YOU’RE THE BEST BOYFRIEND EVER. Wannanana dance with me like right now?"

His Reaction: Heart eyes activated. His entire face lights up when he sees your text. He’s practically bouncing in place because 1) you’re thinking of him, and 2) you’re drunk-texting him about dancing. This is his dream scenario.

“Where are you?! I'll be there in five!”

When he shows up, he’s immediately pulling you into a spin on the dance floor, completely unbothered by anyone else around. Once he gets you home, his energy mellows slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he murmurs, "Let’s dance in the living room tomorrow, okay?" before kissing you softly and tucking you into bed.

Wonwoo

Your Text: "Why are you so handsome??? Like, stopppp. I can’t focus when you’re this perfecrtt. 😩"

His Reaction: Wonwoo’s lips twitch into a small smile as he reads your text. He’s flustered, but he won’t let it show. Instead, he texts back something short and teasing.

“You’re blaming me for your distraction now?”

“But… thank you. You’re not bad yourself ;).”

He calls to make sure you’re okay, his voice calm but warm. "Do you need me to come get you? Or can I trust you to get home safely?" When you insist you’re fine, he doesn’t push, but the next morning, he shows up with breakfast and a shy grin. "Still think I’m perfect?" He’s teasing, but the way he lingers close to you says he’s already planning to do something about it later...

Woozi

Your Text: "Jihoon, I swear you’re the most talented, sexiest mAn alive. ANd I’m not just saying that becauseeee I’ve had a drink… or two… or three."

His Reaction: Woozi’s first reaction is to roll his eyes, but there’s a deep blush creeping up his neck. Blushing, sighing, but smiling all at once. Woozi isn’t used to being called sexy, and he’s low-key short-circuiting.

“Are you okay? Should I be worried about how much you’re drinking?”

“Or how much you’re embarrassing yourself?”

“Where are you? I’ll come get you."

He shows up looking unimpressed but can’t hide the tiny smirk tugging at his lips. When he finds you giggling and wobbling slightly, he sighs dramatically but takes your hand, guiding you to his car. At home, you keep reaching for his face, mumbling about how soft his cheeks look. He finally gives in and lets you poke them for a second before pulling away with a grumble. "That’s enough. Go to sleep." The next day, you wake up to a glass of water and a note on your bedside table: "Thanks for the compliment. Don’t drink so much next time."

Dokyeom

Your Text: "Seokminnie, you’re like the sun. So warm, so bright, so… KISSABLE. ☀️ I don’t know if I want to marry you or just stAare at you forever. Probably both :("

His Reaction: Seokmin’s face instantly turns red, and he lets out a loud, slightly nervous laugh. He’s grinning so hard his cheeks hurt because, drunk or not, the fact that you’re thinking about him makes him all giddy that he has to put his phone down.

“Kissable? Babe, you’re drunk, but I love you.”

“Want me to come and pick you up?”

“Nvm stay right where you are! I’m on my way to rescue my tipsy sunshine”

When he arrives, he’s all smiles, immediately making you laugh with his dramatic ‘knight in shining armor’ entrance. He carries you to the car, peppering you with lighthearted jokes to keep you awake. At home, your drunken praise doesn’t stop. "You’re so handsome, Kyeom. It’s unfair." He blushes and tries to brush it off, but when you grab his face and tell him you’re serious, he melts. "You’re the sweetest," he whispers, tucking you into bed. "But let’s save the marriage talk for when you’re sober." The next morning, he’s ready with breakfast and a teasing smile. "So… still want to stare at me forever?"

Mingyu

Your Text: "BabBbyyyyY, you’re not real. Like, there’s nooo waayyyay someone this hawt and sweet exists. Did I dream you up?"

His Reaction: Mingyu freezes mid-bite of whatever snack he’s eating, rereading your text about ten times just to make sure he’s not dreaming and the next moment, he’s giggling like a schoolboy.

“If I’m a dream, I hope you never wake up. 😉” (MINGYUUUU WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR??!!?!?)

“ What are you going to do about it?”

Smooth! He’s on the phone with you in seconds, his voice warm and playful. "Stay where you are, baby. I’m coming to get you." Mingyu grabs his keys and is out the door faster than you’d expect. When he arrives, he finds you giggling and leaning on a bar counter. Without a word, he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you protectively.

"You’re adorable, but no more drinks for you tonight."

Once home, he sets you down gently, but your flirtatious behavior doesn’t stop. You tug at his shirt, still slurring about how perfect he is, and he’s torn between laughing and melting. He kisses your forehead, whispering, "I’m a gentleman so, let’s get you to bed."

Minghao

Your Text: "Hao, teach me how to be as cooll as you. Or better yet… Just Come Make Out With Me."

His Reaction: He raises an eyebrow at his phone, amused but not surprised. He knows you admire him, but the flirty tone has him chuckling under his breath. He lovessss your bold side, even if it’s fueled by alcohol.

“Being cool is easy. Step 1: Date me.”

“Step 2: …Actually, that’s it.”

Deadpan but effective. He debates leaving you to your antics, but the protective boyfriend in him wins. When he shows up, he’s calm and collected, helping you into his car, "You need to be careful, love. Not everyone’s as cool as me." When you’re home, though, your tipsy request comes back to haunt him. You’re tugging him closer, eyes sparkling with mischief, and he loses his usual control. He cups your face, whispering, "You’re trouble, do you know that?" before pulling you into a deep kiss. But he stops there, refusing to let things escalate until you’re sober.

Seungkwan

Your Text: "Kwan-ah, you’re my fAvorzIite person in the world. Wanna know why? Because you’re perfect and I love you. 💕"

His Reaction: Cue dramatic gasping and holding his chest like he’s just been hit with Cupid’s arrow. But then, the worry kicks in. Are you safe? Who’s with you?

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me cry! But…”

“Where are you right now? I’m calling an Uber for you."

He doesn’t care if it’s late; he’s staying up until he knows you’re home safe. He even sends voice notes, half-scolding you and half-gushing over how cute you are. When you finally get home, he’s waiting on FaceTime to have a talk with you.

Vernon

Your Text: "Hansol, I’m tipsy, but I have to tell you… you’re the coolest, most handsome guy I know. Don’t let it go to your head, though..."

His Reaction: He blinks at his phone chuckling softly, probably shaking his head because this is such a you thing to do. He’s flattered, of course, but he’s also worried about how much you’ve had to drink.

“Coolest? Handsome? You sure you’re not confusing me with someone else? Stay put. I’ll call someone to get you.”

Vernon enlists the help of a trusted friend to make sure you’re okay. When you get home, he’s on the phone with you, his voice calm and steady. “You’re cute when you’re drunk. Not that I’d know or anything…”

The next morning, he teases you mercilessly but makes sure you’re hydrated and feeling okay.

Dino

Your Text: "Chan, you’re so build up now…too build up, actually. It’s UNFAIRr how attractivce u r."

His Reaction: Chan stares at his phone, his face heating up as your words sink in. Build up? Unfair? He’s both flustered and smug.

“You’re really saying this to me right now?”

“Stop testing my patience. Stay where you are. I’m coming.”

When he arrives, he’s a mix of concerned and amused. "You’ve got a lot to say tonight, hm?" He helps you into his car, keeping things light, but once you’re home, your teasing continues. He tries to brush it off, but when you lean in closer, telling him how attractive he is, he cracks. "You’re impossible," he mutters, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Things get heated, but he stops himself before going too far. "We’ll finish this conversation in the morning, when you’re sober."

And the next day? He’s waiting for you with a mischievous grin. Let’s just say your morning didn't just end with just cuddling...

[revelboo]

Wheeljack watching Megatrons psa. Poor boy gets so frazzled.

Also may we get some jazz or tfp ratchet crums?

Or idw ratchet crums. Whichever tickles your fancy

🤣 Poor Jackie once he sees it. How about IDW doc-bot?

Bought a box of the Blokees Defender Line and they’re just so baby

Feel Like Rain Pt 4

IDW Ratchet x Reader

• Still mass displaced, he shifts at your back. Attention on that small hand still gripping his as he rubs a servo against the side of your hand. Feels your head move against his chassis, soft hair sliding against him as you drift back to alertness again. “I’m here,” he whispers as your eyes open and you’re calmer this time. Hooking his arm around you so he can gently tip your head up and see those unfocused eyes. “Do you remember me?”

• Of course, he’s the owner of that low, reassuring voice that whispered you through the pain. Not human, but it doesn’t really matter. “Name?” Your voice is rougher than you expect, throat aching. Coughing softly as he shifts against you and brings a container to your lips and you don’t hesitate, drinking greedily and trying to hold onto it when he gently pulls it away.

• “Not so much, yet. Let’s see how you do first,” he says, servo swiping your bottom lip dry. So much more fragile than his normal patients. Helpless and soft in his arms. Needing him and those eyes stare up at him, waiting. “I’m Ratchet.” And you’re doing so much better than he expected. Not panicking, but then you’re probably too exhausted. Moving against him, he watches you begin to take stock. Examining your bound arm and leg. “What do you remember?”

• Gingerly making sure you can wiggle your fingers and toes, you glance up at that kind face then away. “I wrecked. A deer- or a dog? Something ran out in front of me.” Something big. It’d been dark, though, and you remember seeing the movement and swerving away, going off the road and down into the ravine. Being trapped and in pain. The sun coming up and the temperature climbing as you struggled to get loose. Then him. His voice.

• “I did what I could for you,” he says, watching you checking that you can feel your extremities. And that guilt slips in again. Guilt that he’d kept you instead of just taking you to a human medic for proper treatment. But he hasn’t been able to trust your care to a stranger. “You’ll need time to heal.” Venting as you lean back against him, the top of your head brushing his chin. Relaxed in his arms like you have no concerns. Like you feel safe there. “Feel like trying some food?”

• Leaning so you can see his face and those optics staring down at you, there’s an impulse to reach up and touch him and the fingers of your good hand brush his jaw before you realize you really shouldn’t. Because he freezes at your touch as if shocked and leans back some to break the contact and your eyes drop. Why had you done that? He’s a stranger no matter how familiar he seems and not only that, alien and possibly dangerous. But you don’t really believe that. No one with such gentle, kind hands could be a threat to you.

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[nightingale-ghost-writer]

141 Headcanons - The Five Love Languages

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon has been so severely abused for so much of his life that any form of love is just shocking and hard to accept for a long, long time

It takes a lot of time for him to let anyone love him at all. A LOT of time.

Touch would have to be his number one, though. He mostly hates to be touched by people, but once he has a taste of gentle touches, he can’t get enough

For the longest time, the only touch he got was being beaten, shoved, pulled, and manhandled. Enter his military career. Now, any intent to touch is intent to harm

Enter you. Whether it be brushing a hand across his shoulders as you pass, nudging him when something is funny, squeezing his hands or shoulders in reassurance, wrapping yourself in his arms, or wrapping him in yours, your touches have only ever sought to bring comfort to one or both of you

It goes both ways. Once upon a time, his hands were only for hurting other people. But now that he’s been shown physical love, it’s his favorite way to show love, too

Anytime he can, he wants to be touching you, he’ll put his hand on your back, his arm around your shoulders, or his personal favorite: have you curled up in his lap

Just the fact that you WANT to be close to him makes him feel safe and wanted and loved

He even finds himself reaching out to Johnny on occasion now, though he’ll never admit it

It still takes trust and a LOT of time for him to actually let someone close enough to touch him, though 

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny values quality time above all else, though touch is a close, close second

Like Simon, he doesn’t let people too close. He banters and blusters, but few ever make it into the circle he would call his actual “friends”

When he meets you, being around you becomes as important as breathing. Wherever you are is where he wants to be. Whatever you’re doing is what he wants to do

Ghost teases him that he’s like a puppy (he’s not wrong)

You need help moving furniture? He’s there. If something happened? He’s the one you call, and he’s on the phone or on his way until he knows you’re okay. Shopping? Or better yet, cooking? He’ll read the cookbook to you

Speaking of cooking, dinner dates are his forte. He loves taking you somewhere nice to show you that you’re worth his time and money (and to hold your hand). But mostly, he just wants to listen to you and talk with you

Every dinner, while he’s home, is an at-the-table affair so you can both share what’s going on in your lives

And after every dinner is cuddling until bed, unless other activities take priority *wink wink*

You planning time together and asking him about missions makes him feel like the luckiest man alive, because it shows him that you're just as interested in him as he is in you

And of course it doesn’t hurt when you can’t take your hands off him. That’s quality time on a whole new level

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Kyle, soft-spoken man that he is, responds the best to words of affirmation

He’s confident enough, but there’s something about being told when he’s doing things right that really sets his mind and heart at ease

Whether it be on mission or at home, he likes to know he’s not off-base when he thinks he’s done things right

Part of why he and Price are so close is that Price always lets him know how he’s doing

Nothing boosts his confidence like you appreciating him vocally, whether it be for helping you cook or clean or doing the grocery shopping

Obviously, there’s one area of home life that vocal praise means even more

One of his favorite things is coming home to you to hear “I missed you” and “I’m so glad you came back to me”

“I love you” undoes him every time, and it’s his favorite thing to say to you. It isn’t said lightly

He loves with words of affirmation, too

“This meal is delicious” and “thank you for doing my laundry” and “I’m so grateful to have you in my life” are common phrases in your home

John Price

John is old-fashioned. Acts of service are his favorite way to be loved, and gift-giving is his favorite way to give love

With his team, he always makes sure they have the things they need to be comfortable on mission (tea to calm Ghost’s, earplugs so Gaz can sleep, puzzles or some such to occupy Soap’s idle hands)

With you? Birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s? You’ll be getting flowers on every one

You’ll probably get flowers just sending him to the grocery store, too

When he travels, he picks up various little things for you he thinks you’ll like

When you need something done, he does it

He does whatever his team needs, too. On or off mission

When you get gifts for him, he doesn’t much care what they are. It’s the thought that counts

He still uses the wallet you got him when you started dating all those years ago

He feels the most loved and cared for when he comes home after a mission to a hot meal, his favorite sweats laid out, and a nice back rub from you

[dulcescorderitas]

𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓻𝔂𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓱

clark sat beside the hospital bed, his broad shoulders hunched in a way that made him seem smaller, almost fragile. his blue eyes, usually so full of warmth, now brimmed with a storm of guilt and fear, locked on the floor as if the weight of his shame kept them there. his hands were clenched tightly in his lap, fists trembling as though afraid that letting them free would unleash something uncontrollable.

"clark," you said softly, your voice gentle but firm, drawing his attention despite his resistance. your body ached from the attack, but your focus was on him.

he shook his head slightly, his body rigid as if he was holding himself together by sheer will alone. "i shouldn’t be here," he muttered, his voice low and laced with self-loathing. "i can’t trust myself."

"you didn’t do this," you assured him, reaching out, your hand trembling but steady. the IV tugged slightly at your arm, but you ignored it. "it was the silver kryptonite. It twisted everything."

"but it was my hands, my strength," he argued, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. "i could’ve—"

"but you didn’t," you interrupted, your tone leaving no room for argument. "clark, look at me."

he hesitated, the war inside him playing out in the flicker of his eyes, before finally meeting yours. his face was a mask of pain, but no tears fell. he wouldn’t let himself cry. not here. not now.

"see?" you said gently, your hand brushing against his. "i’m still here. you didn’t break me."

his breath caught, but he held it together, his eyes dark with the intensity of his emotions. "i should’ve been stronger. i should’ve known."

"you’re the strongest person I know," you cut him off, your fingers curling around his hand. "but even you aren’t invincible to everything. we knew the risks. and we’ll face them together."

clark’s fingers flexed beneath yours, hesitant, as though the very act of touching you might shatter you into a thousand pieces. but your touch was steady, grounding.

"i’m here," you repeated, guiding his hand to your cheek. "feel that? i’m not afraid of you. i never have been."

his jaw worked as he struggled with the weight of his guilt, his other hand twitching slightly before resting on your arm. he leaned in, just barely, his forehead brushing yours, his breath warm on your skin.

"i don’t know how to make this right," he admitted, his voice rough, yet controlled.

"you make it right by being here," you told him, closing the distance, your lips brushing against his in a kiss that was soft, reassuring. it was a promise, a bridge over the chasm of doubt and fear.

clark didn’t pull away. He leaned into the kiss, his hand cradling your face as if he was holding something precious. his lips moved against yours, the tension in his body easing ever so slightly. the kiss deepened, not in desperation, but in the quiet, undeniable need to be close, to reaffirm the connection that neither kryptonite nor fear could sever.

when you pulled back, his eyes remained on yours, steady, unblinking. his hands stayed on you, the grip firmer now, grounded in the certainty of your presence.

"i’m not letting go," he said, his voice firm, resolute.

"good," you replied with a small smile, brushing your lips against his once more. "because I’m not letting you."

[ang3lc]

Asking price if you could cockwarm him for the first time, just want to sit under his desk with your mouth wrapped around his cock

fuckkk anon this had my back arching

cw: price x gn!reader, cockwarming, oral (m receiving)

His office feels cloaked in quiet, the kind that settles deep and turns minutes into hours. The golden glow of the desk lamp softens the edges of the space, casting long, flickering shadows that play across his profile. You kneel beneath the desk with a natural ease, as though this is exactly where you belong The faint, warm scent of him—cologne, smoke, musk—fills your lungs as you breathe through your nose.

Your hands rest on his thigh, a light, steady weight against the firm muscle beneath the fabric of his trousers. You’re aware of every shift, every time his cock twitches in response to your warm mouth, though he doesn’t acknowledge you directly. He’s working, his focus on his work spread on his table. Yet, you feel his awareness of you in the smallest ways—in the feeling of his thigh flexing against your palms, in the way his breathing hitches when your throat occasionally tightens around his throbbing tip.

Occasionally, his hand drifts downward to urge you to take more of his length, his fingers threading through your hair with a touch that feels deliberate yet absentminded, like he can’t help himself. The motion sends a ripple of warmth through you, each stroke of his fingers against your scalp grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. But it’s not demanding—it’s gentle and reassuring.

You stay there, still and patient, drooling around his cock. the faint hum of his voice murmuring to himself as he works or the way he shifts in his chair drawing your attention. His every move feels significant, though the room remains quiet, and his cargos are drenched with your spit.

Eventually, he adjusts, his body shifting as he leans back in his chair, the movement deliberate and unhurried. His legs spread slightly, giving you more space as he pulls away from the desk. The subtle weight of his length against your tongue, paired with the salty slickness of pre that trails down your throat, tells you everything you need to know—he’s ready for you to finish what you started.

One hand grips the back of his chair, steadying himself, while the other slides to your head, his fingers threading through your hair with a firm yet controlled touch. He doesn’t force, doesn’t rush; it’s a silent command, a trust shared in the smallest of gestures.

It doesn’t take much to get him off, truth be told. He’s been holding back for 20 minutes, his thoughts running wild in an effort to distract himself from the way your mouth hungrily laves all over him. Something mundane. Personnel reports. Grandmas. The way your tongue massages that vein on the underside of his co— stop.

Soon enough, he's pouring his spend down your throat with his head tossed back and a restrained groan. You pull away slowly, a thin thread of saliva connecting your lips to his cock, the cool air biting your flushed cheeks. He brings his hand to your mouth, gently pressing his thumb against your lips, silently urging you to open wide. You do so without hesitation, and his gaze follows, watching you as you swallow his spend, just like he trained you to. 

You crawl up into his lap, the distance between you shrinking in an instant, and he plants his lips on yours with surprising tenderness—holding your head in his hands as he cards through your hair. He can taste himself on you and it makes his softening cock twitch. 

You pull back slightly, your eyes drift to his desk. The real paperwork, the one he just had to do by tomorrow morning, is shoved aside, buried beneath frantic, desperate scribbles.

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[jellyfishinsideajar]

Dating [Tfp] Ratchet Headcanons

( This old man was the biggest crush Highschool! Me had and he deserves all the love and he doesn’t get enough of it )

The reason you’re with Ratchet is beyond him, whether you’re a human or fellow Autobot, you’re much younger than him. You could do so much better and yet you’ve chosen to love on the old man of Team Prime

He’s very reserved and prefers to keep your relationship private, on the down-low so to speak.

Things like PDA and nicknames aren’t really something he feels comfortable with expressing in front of everybody, especially the kids. He already endures enough of Miko’s teasing about his soft spot for you and yes, it did get worse when you two officially got together. She’s your biggest supporter, deal with it.

At the very most, he’ll rest a servo on the small of your back and gently pat the top of your head.

He’s extremely gentle! Whether you’re a human or Cybertronian, his touch is always so loving and comforting.

While he may voice his disdain for organics, he isn’t entirely despondent of Homo Sapians. He just holds concern for involving humans in their affairs in the first place. In truth, he holds some respect for the human race for coming such a long way. Ratchet would be devestated to see them fall down the same path as the Cybertronians.

If you are a human, it takes a real long time before you two end up dating and even then, Ratchet’s circuits are in disarray struggling to rationalize why someone like you would want to be with someone like him.

If you’re a fellow Autobot, Ratchet is mainly worried how his personal relationship with you might affect his work.

He already worries so much for the others, but you- Ratchet is constantly worried, always checking you for injuries when you return from missions and making sure your Energon levels are properly balanced.

For as much as he cares and fusses over you, you already know he doesn’t even spare himself a moments rest.

You are constantly having to fight him on taking a break, recharging, and just taking care of himself in general. He sacrifices a lot for his team and still strives to do more.

While an honorable endeavor on his part, it’s obvious how much burning the candle on both ends begins to take a toll on him.

Ratchet doesn’t exactly considering himself the most romantic bot, but he makes attempts to indulge you.

Do NOT expect cheesy things from him though, he’s an old mech and he isn’t going to waste time on ‘silly’ grand gestures when he can have an honest conversation with you face-to-face.

As a fellow Autobot, you hardly get downtime. Ratchet spares himself even less time to relax- Yet, in the middle of the night, when the world is quiet and the base is still- You can coax his servos into your own, pulling him back to your shared habsuite and into the metal slab of your berth. Lying close together where your chassis is pressed against his and the thrum of your sparks sync together as one.

It’s considerably harder though if you’re human- While you may spend a lot of time at base with him and the others, you have a life outside of him. Family, friends, work, and college- Somedays, he wishes you to do better than him, to find a partner who can truly and fully commit to you in all aspects of life.

You make him forget those worries of his every chance you get, reassuring him that you know what you signed up for and are more than happy to be with him.

Nicknames like “Sweetspark” “Hummingbird” are his favorite to use and while he isn’t too keen on nicknames for himself, he won’t get after you for calling him “Dear”. He rather enjoys it actually, but don’t tell Bumblebee or Smokescreen- or Primus forbid, Miko. He won’t ever hear the end of it.

Overall, Ratchet is a fine mech who, while may not always have or make the time for you, makes it clear that you are special to him. Regardless of metal or flesh.

[yoursinisforgiven]

new asriel audio spoilers (?)

so lilian is the mythic and not only that she’s trying to steal asriel away from us.

there's also something so intimate about asriel saying he does in fact like pet.

for pet, the act of questioning whether they are liked exposes a childlike longing for affirmation and connection. it’s a simple yet profound need—to be seen, valued, and reassured. this vulnerability suggests that, despite any bravery or resilience pet might otherwise show, there is still a tender core beneath it all, a space where insecurities and fears of rejection reside. the very act of asking the question suggests trust in asriel, as voicing such fears can feel risky and deeply personal.

for asriel, his response carries its own kind of vulnerability. reassuring someone in this way isn’t just about stating facts—it’s about tuning into the emotional state of the other person and offering comfort. It requires a willingness to be present, to meet pet's fears with gentleness and clarity. the sweetness comes from the fact that asriel doesn’t dismiss the question or belittle pet for asking it; instead, he engages with it earnestly, acknowledging the emotional weight behind it.

[paradiseismine]

hi lovely!

I have just finished reading part two of hands off with Mike wheeler

And I was just curious to know if you are planning on writing a part 3?

If not that's okay lol

Just want to put my mind at ease 😭

Youre a great writer <3

Hands Off, part 3 - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x f!Munson!reader

Warnings: smut, slight risk of getting caught, a lot of fluff, love confessions; maybe a bit longer than my usual fics (it concludes the story)

Love note from Nina: here you are, my love!! I’m sorry it took me so long. No story of mine will remain incomplete, it only might take me sometime. Thank you so much, happy new year and I hope you enjoy the reading! 💕

Some of Eddie’s friends had bid him goodbye at the front door already, and the rest of the gang was probably next. Mike had left his bike on the back porch of the house, along with Dustin’s. You yanked a paper towel out of its holder and quickly wrote on it with a greasy pen you found in the kitchen: “Pretend to go home. Circle back in 5. I’ll be out here waiting.” You stuck it in his bike’s bell and crossed your fingers.

Back at the living room, you bid some people goodbye, and Dustin and Mike soon came up to you to say goodbye too. Mike hugged you for a bit longer than he probably should, saying something along the lines of “thank you for the cake, it was delicious!” as Dustin agreed and hugged you as well. Something in your boy’s gaze seemed to look for an answer in yours when your eyes met, and you gave him a reassuring smile and a wink before turning back to Eddie and some of his other friends.

At the porch, Dustin hopped on his bike and got ready to leave, as Mike tried his best to read the paper towel note without getting caught by him, hiding it in his jacket’s pocket. He did as he was told, and met you with a furtive kiss at the back porch after a few minutes.

“You’re getting creative with those notes, aren’t you?” he chuckled, capturing your lips excitedly. The kiss was gentle, but not as slow and savored as you’d like.

“Well, I had to find a way to make you stay, love” you caressed his cheek gently. “Now, I’ll go back inside and you wait until I turn the kitchen lights off to come up the stairs, ok? Eddie is out front smoking with some of his friends that haven’t left yet”. You instructed as he heard attentively, trying not to miss any details. “Here’s a flashlight, don’t flick any of the lights back on, please” you handed him the tool, pecked his lips once more and came back inside.

Up in your room, after telling Eddie you were oh, so tired, and needed some sleep, as well as flicking the light off to give Mike the signal, your heart was thumping as you sat on your vanity and fixed your hair nervously. You wanted him to spend the night, of course, but you had to be careful. Eddie was entertained by the remaining guests, and they didn’t sound like they were leaving soon, but the laughs and conversations you could hear from under your window could stop at any moment.

You tuned in your ears, afraid Mike would get caught or drop something on the kitchen, drawing attention to himself. What you heard, instead, was the soft sound of his knuckles knocking on your bedroom door - the secret knock you two had created a couple weeks ago.

“It’s me, princess, open up” he whispered.

You opened the door and practically jumped into his arms. The door was slammed shut as Mike pushed you up against it, his urgent touch releasing a river of endorphins straight into your veins.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, his tongue invading your mouth as your hands went for his nape, tugging at his raven black hair ecstatically.

You soon switched places with him, pushing him up against the door instead. Your hands immediately pushed his jacket down to the floor and pulled his t-shirt up and off his body, your nails lightly scratching his skin as your hands roamed hungrily over his bare chest. Mike’s lips were still on yours, kissing you with such delight and cadence that you couldn’t help but buck your hips into his, so aroused already.

“I’ve been dying to see that skirt on the floor since I first saw you in it” Mike muttered against your swollen lips, hands swiftly unzipping the skirt until it fell off your hips, pooling softly at your feet.

“Don’t you like my skirt?” You pouted, jokingly.

“It’s beautiful, love… Let’s just say I prefer what’s underneath” he chuckled, biting your lip gently into another heated kiss.

His tongue met yours in a gentle motion as his hands went for your ass in a heartbeat, lustfully groping you as he moaned into the kiss, satisfied.

“Spank me” you whispered to his lips, barely breaking the kiss.

Mike’s eyes widened as he backed away a little, his head against the door. “Spank you? Are you sure?”, he whispered, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

You went for his ear, tiptoeing to reach it. “I’d love a few love spanks, you’re always so gentle with me… It’s ok to be a little rougher, baby”

Mike nodded softly, his eyes darker, his lips going for your neck as his right hand hit your ass. It was neither too harsh or too soft - just perfect. You hadn’t even put your panties back on since your last encounter, so eager for your lover’s touch. You were completely bare from the waist down, your hot skin nearly begging for Mike’s attention.

“Yes” you moaned softly to his ear, as a delicious shiver went down your spine.

He slapped you again and again, the sound of his hand against your ass echoing through your bedroom. As he couldn’t wait any longer, Mike pushed you back against the wall, spread your thighs and slipped his right hand in between them, fingertips finding your tight slit in a magnetic way - he couldn’t wait any longer.

“God, you’re soaked” he said, marveled, his voice low and raspy as his fingers dipped into your core once again. He just couldn’t believe that spanking would get you so wet and desiring.

“It felt so good when you spanked me” you reassured him and chuckled lightly, biting your lip. “I love it so much when you let loose like that”

“Me too, but my princess needs to cum now, doesn’t she?” He asked, malicious, as his fingers collected the abundant arousal dripping down your folds and circled your swollen clit unceremoniously.

“Yeah, love” you moaned to his ear, teeth catching his earlobe, feeling his hot breath on your neck. “Pick up from where we left off, won’t you?”

His touch, always delicate and precise, was making your knees weak and your heart race. Mike already knew his way around your body, and rapidly reached the perfect speed, pressure and angle that made you cum for him in a minute.

You could see a devilish grin across his face for a second as your back arched and your whole body quivered with pleasure, your eyes barely able to see, your climax taking over you so intensely. He brought his drenched fingertips up to his mouth, moaning at the feeling, his eyes seeming to close involuntarily for a second as your arousal met his tongue.

“You always taste so sweet” he praised as his pupils dilated. His hands guided you towards the bed, as your soft, faltering body was quite easy to manipulate.

“Sit down” Mike ordered - it was so rare for him to let out direct commands like that -, and you couldn’t help but oblige.

He towered over you, gently brushing your hair off your face and lingering his touch on your shoulders.

“Should we get rid of that shirt?” Mike nearly whispered, fingers toying with your spaghetti straps.

“Absolutely” you answered, barely able to breathe as the shirt came off and hit the ground. Your core was aching with desire, your legs pressing against each other, desperate for relief.

The red bra you were wearing underneath the top looked beautiful and made his mouth water even more, his hands groping you over it as he discreetly bit his reddish lip. His hands soon went around your back, and after a little fumbling, the piece was added to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

Mike’s hands and lips went for your breasts hungrily as he sat beside you - this seemed to be one of his favorite parts of getting intimate with you. He suckled gently on your nipples, hands also squeezing each breast alternately. You watched him, mesmerized, as his eyes fluttered beneath you, his tongue circling your nipples with such ecstasy.

Mike’s hands guided you to lie flat on the bed, as he slowly climbed on top of you and kept trailing his kisses down your body. He’d lick and suck on your skin as he pleased, not caring for small bruises or anything. As his lips reached your lower belly, you were nearly forcing your hips into his face.

“I swear, you’re making me addicted to you” he buried his head between your thighs, tongue immediately dipping into your slit.

“I could say the same about you, you know” you moaned, your voice cracking as your thighs shivered involuntarily. Mike held them in place with both hands, keeping them firmly apart as he worked his magic.

His tongue vibrated against your clit with incredible precision - maybe it was just how lustful you were, or how his dark eyes softened as he shot them up at you, but you saw your own body squirming and another mercurial high approaching much sooner than you had thought.

Your hands grabbed Mike’s raven black hair desperately as your back lifted off the mattress, your mouth agape and your ears deafening for a moment. A louder moan ended up escaping your throat, but probably not loud enough to be heard from outside, thankfully.

Mike came up to kiss you once more, letting you taste yourself on his drenched lips. You could feel his erection pressing up against your core, and pushed him back swiftly in order to unzip his pants and free his length from its confinement.

Once his underwear also hit the floor, your hands and lips exploring his navel freely, he pushed you back into the bed.

Mike laid down on top of you again and gently pressed his body into yours, careful not to put his entire weight on you. His warm hands caressed your cheeks lovingly as he smiled before putting his lips to yours again. The kiss, much slower and softer than before, showed his intentions and what he was anticipating exactly.

Despite your passionate encounters, you and Mike had never gone all the way - something always seemed to come up right as you two were going down that path, and you didn’t want anything to feel rushed or forced. He didn’t tell you, but you had a feeling that he had probably never been with any other girl, and wanted tonight to feel special, despite the secrecy of your relationship.

Your arms tangled around his torso, fingertips savoring the warmth of his skin, legs also hugging his waist and glueing his whole body to yours. You kissed him once again, still slowly and gently.

His hardened length ended up grazing against your core, getting a gasp from his lips and a moan from your own. It was clear that you both wanted each other, right then and there.

“Babe, can I…?” Mike started, his voice cracking as he spoke softly. “I mean, a-are you comfortable to…” he trailed off, shy.

“Sure, love, I want you so bad” you moaned faintly, reaching down in between your bodies to align his length to your drenched slit. He hissed at the contact, his face flushed and his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

“I-I should get the condom” he muttered, breathless and lustful. Mike was so much more responsible than you, you thought to yourself, a faint smile across your lips.

“Sure, baby” you agreed, sitting back on the bed so he could stand up and reach for the back pocket of his discarded pants, who were keeping your skirt company on the hardwood floor.

“Let me do it, won’t you?” you said gently, taking the silver wrapper from his hand and opening it in a swift motion. You put your lips to his length first, tasting the leaking fluid from its pink tip, tongue licking it desirably. Looking up at him, his eyes were tightly shut, his lips parted, his whole face saying, wordlessly, his love and lust for you.

Mike’s hand reached your cheek, slowly pulling your hair back into a ponytail, and you knew what he meant. Letting go of his cock with a pop, you licked your lips and, without much further ado, carefully rolled the condom down his shaft, making sure he was comfortable.

“C’mere, love” you whispered, pulling his body down to yours once again. He guided himself into your wet entrance, his dreamy eyes meeting yours for permission as his tip brushed against you. Reassuring him with a nod, you embraced his body as he entered you delicately.

His eyes seemed to close involuntarily as he got acquainted with the sensation, inch by inch, your tight slit slowly giving in to accommodate his length. Sensing you were not feeling any discomfort, Mike thrusted softly into your core, his body grazing against yours, your heat and breath mixing with his.

His thrusts gained cadence after a few minutes, your lips interlocking with his in passionate kisses. As much as you were not used to the expression, you couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t fucking, screwing, or even having sex - that was making love. It could sound pretty cheesy to other people, but right at that moment, feeling Mike reach his climax as his face contorted upon you and moans escaped his lips, there was nothing more to it than simply love.

As your tired bodies fell side by side on the bed, out of breath and smiling sillily, Mike cuddled you in his arms, kissing your forehead and sighing, satisfied.

“Hey” he said softly, and your eyes shot up at his, both faces relaxed and happy. “I, uh… I love you” his cheeks blushed slightly. “And I hope it’s not, like, super corny to say that now that we just, uh…”

You put your index finger over his lips.

“Not corny at all” you chuckled as your favorite overthinker softened his worried gaze. “And I love you too, Mikey”

Your finger left its place as Mike’s lips opened up into a big smile.

Your body rested on top of his as you two talked, a lighthearted and sweet conversation about your future and feelings for each other. Mike still feared Eddie’s reaction to the fact that he was going out with his sister, but you knew, deep down, that your big bro would soften up once he saw how happy you were.

You calmed him down about it, saying you two would bring up the conversation eventually, but he shouldn’t worry about it, specially right now. You could still hear laughing and talking from your window, so Eddie finding out what happened was not an issue as well.

Your throat felt a bit dry, so you pecked your lover boy once more, then got dressed in pajamas and came down the stairs to get yourself a glass of water. The sun was starting to peek through the darkness, and something in your chest felt so good and silly. It was good to be in love. It was much better than any other time before. Mike made you feel so loved and special.

“Hey, you’re up” you shivered as you heard Eddie’s voice, turning to face him. He didn’t seem tired at all. “Couldn’t get any sleep?”

“Not really” you shrugged, trying to nonchalantly pour yourself a glass of water. “Too noisy outside, I guess”

Eddie laughed in response. “Those guys refuse to shut up, don’t they? I promise I’ve been trying to keep it down, though”

“No worries Eds, it’s your birthday” you smiled, taking another sip. “You get the booze, the girls, the noise, everything”

“Well, I’m not one to brag, but…” he laughed with you. It hadbeen a great party indeed. He paused for a moment, scratching the back of his head. “You know what I’ve been thinking?” Eddie started, biting his nails absentmindedly. “It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you with a guy, munchkin. Not finding anyone worth your time?”

“Well, actually” you tilted your head, trying to seem normal about the question. You were falling in love with Mike pretty intensely, and didn’t want to hide him anymore. “Would you, like, absolutely hate it if I dated a friend of yours?” you bit your lip, already regretting the weirdly blunt way you had started that conversation.

“Which… Friend?” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, concerned. “Is he, like, on the wrong side of the tracks?” Your first reaction was to laugh softly, but he was still quite worried about your question. “I mean-Is the person even a ‘he’?”

“Definitely a ‘he’” you chuckled. “And no, he doesn’t do drugs… or sell drugs… or anything like that. A goody two-shoes, one might say”

“Well, that narrows it down to very few people” he concluded, relieved. “Aren’t you gonna tell me who it is?”

So you told him. Told him that you two kissed in the basement that day (Eddie only got the version of the story in which Mike was a perfect gentleman and did nothing “wrong”, you two just kissed very delicately, no tongue), the notes in his locker, the delicious thump you felt on your chest whenever he approached.

You talked and talked as you watched Eddie’s face twist and turn into nearly every single existing emotion - fear, disgust, anger, amusement, joy. By the end of your speech, he was gently smiling at you.

“Well, munchkin, what can I say? If it’s Wheeler you want, if he makes you happy and respects you, then he better keep it up” Eddie shrugged, right hand ruffling your hair lovingly.

“That’s quite a relief, big bro” you gave him a sweet hug, lingering your head on his chest as you let go. “I’d never date someone you disapproved of, y’know?”

“That’s what I like to hear” Eddie kissed your forehead and walked away to the kitchen for a morning snack.

What he found there, on the other hand, was a half naked Mike, silently looking for a box of cereal in one of the cabinets. They both froze in place as their eyes met, and Eddie’s sudden stop made you rush into his direction, worried something had happened.

“Fuck, Wheeler” Eddie chuckled, half jokingly, half sternly. “Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands off my sister?”

[trixy812]

011 - sleepless

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Imagine it’s the night of your company’s Christmas party. You’ve spent hours preparing, carefully choosing an outfit that makes you feel radiant. Tonight, after such a challenging year, you want to shine—for yourself.

Imagine Nanami standing by the bathroom door, his calm gaze lingering on you. He doesn’t say much, but his eyes speak volumes.

"You look... stunning," he finally says, his voice steady but carrying a trace of something unspoken. You smile at him, brushing off his intensity

Imagine Nanami battling a quiet storm within. He’s not the jealous type—or so he tells himself. Yet the thought of Takuma Ino, your younger and flirtatious coworker, sharing the evening with you stirs something deep in his chest.

Imagine that a part of him feels reassured knowing that Gojo, your close friend, will also be there. Gojo, with his playful personality and unwavering loyalty to you, would never let anything happen to you. Nanami trusts him to ensure you get home safely, and that thought brings him a sliver of peace.

Before you leave, he helps you into your coat, his hands lingering just a moment too long on your shoulders. His touch is steady, reassuring, but there’s a silent message in the way he looks at you: Be safe. Come back to me.

Imagine Nanami spends the evening trying to distract himself. He watches documentaries, picks up a book he’s been meaning to read, but nothing can hold his attention. The hours crawl by, and his thoughts are consumed by you. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you feeling overwhelmed by the crowd? He knows you well enough to worry about your nerves, even if you’d never admit them.

By the time the clock strikes 4:00 a.m., his phone vibrates. Imagine the way his heart leaps as he reaches for it, hoping it’s a message saying you’re on your way home. But instead, you tell him the party has moved to Takuma’s apartment, and you plan to stay a little longer. His chest tightens. He types back a simple, measured response: "Alright. Have fun."

Imagine his restlessness growing. He doesn’t blame you; he never would. But knowing you’re still out, laughing and drinking with your coworkers while he lies alone in bed, leaves him uneasy. Despite that, a part of him remains calm, holding onto the thought that Gojo is with you. He knows Gojo will look out for you and won’t leave until he’s sure you’re home safe.

Imagine at 9:30 a.m., the sound of keys turning in the lock finally breaks the silence of the apartment. Imagine Nanami’s breath hitching as relief washes over him. He’s waited all night for this moment. Quickly, he shifts in bed, pretending to be asleep as he hears your soft footsteps.

You slip into the bedroom quietly, trying not to disturb him. The faint scent of your night—perfume, laughter, and a hint of alcohol—lingers as you change into your pajamas. Imagine that the first thing you do after a long night out is crawl into bed, seeking the warmth of his embrace.

The instant your body presses against his, Nanami knows he can’t keep up the pretense. He turns to face you, his tired but gentle eyes meeting yours. His hand finds yours beneath the blanket, and his voice, low and soft, breaks the silence.

"I thought you’d be back later," he murmurs, his tone steady but tinged with quiet relief.

"Did you miss me that much?" you tease, even as your body relaxes against him, the weight of the night falling away.

Imagine Nanami doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he pulls you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Don’t come home so late again," he says, his voice firm but filled with tenderness. You know he’s not scolding you; it’s the love in him speaking, the worry that’s kept him awake all night.

And in that moment, as his arms tighten around you, imagine everything else fading away. The party, the drinks, the noise—it’s all a distant memory. Here, in his embrace, is where you belong.

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[r3linx]

⌜char.⌟ choi jiung ⌜synhopsis⌟ you were getting ready to your fancy restaurant date nightwith jiung which you waited so much already, just like in every month. except you take awfully long to get ready which has him bored after a few minutes. asking you to help him occupy himself, ends up in him just ruining what you worked on. ⌜word count⌟ 3.1k ⌜warnings⌟ 18+ / nsfw, clit play, fem! reader, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, praising, pet names, slight degrading, messy writing (i guess), jiung is a little meanie if you squint really hard!!, reader is implied to have wavy/curly hair, sorry for repetitive writing and mistakes!

⌜a/n⌟ after i finished i wasn't sure if i'd want to post it or not but i decided to do it, i'll try to get more comfortable with writing smut in the future as i do enjoy it but without sharing i don't quite know where i have to improve. enjoy!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ you were supposed to be on your way like..half an hour ago? 45 minutes.. yeah. yet, you didn’t seem to budge from your place. picking out the fanciest dress for your date already took up most of your time, you wanted to be absolutely ravishing for jiung tonight. it was your monthly ‘fancy-restaurant-date-night’ which you always loved by you. waiting for this with excitement such as nothing in the past few days. successfully, you managed to choose the right attire. a skimpy, burgundy one still vivid, and the material like silk to the touch. it barely reached to half of your plump thighs, the straps thin on your shoulders, and showing a real clear image of your cleavage. it didn’t leave much to the imagination, really. your usually let down hair now made up in a pretty bun, curly strands slipping out here and there, tickling your neck and soft cheeks. everything was ready, now you sat on the chair barefoot, only pantyhose covering your smooth legs from the floor’s cold touch. the fluffy white carpet in the middle of the bedroom unfortunately didn’t reach there, so you had your feet rubbing against each other to keep themselves warm. you gazed into the mirror, examining your features, already planning your look. you wanted your makeup to be flawless too of course.

so much to the point, poor jiung went unnoticeable sitting on the edge of the bed, all ready and waiting for you to finally go. except he didn’t have any idea at the moment what time will it come and how much you’d sit there. after being a few minutes late, he patted your bare shoulder carefully, his index finger running over the strap of your dress as he bent over to speak directly into your ear, his words shushed and soft.

“can you like.. speed things up a bit, love? you’re taking quite a long time..” to which you nodded simply, even though you knew he’d have to wait even more, but didn’t want to tell him that yet. with a small sigh escaping past his lips, he straightened back up, throwing his hands into his pocket, and sat down back on the same spot he stood up from minutes ago.

getting impatient, he called out to you again after like 10 more minutes to which you had the same response. he already knew what was going on, and yet again after another few minutes, you were still getting ready.

jiung sauntered over to you once again, placing both of his hands on your shoulder to give them a gentle squeeze, his slim finger brushing over your warm skin, starting to massage your tender muscles languidly.

“i know i know- i’m hurrying..” you murmured, pressing out a long exhale you didn’t know you held, focusing at the eyes shadow palette in your hands, gently shaking down the excess colored powder back onto the tray.

“no need to, pretty. i changed my mind, i want you to look your best. take your time.. i was just getting a bit bored, y’know.. ” he reassured with a smile as he looked at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. after years of dealing with you, he figured it’d be better to not hurry you when it already didn’t matter, so he just used it to his advantage.

he leaned down behind you, his warm breath caressing the side of your face and ear, a small smirk evident in the corner of his mouth. his hands now stopped kneading your shoulders, sliding a bit forward to trace your bare collarbone with his calloused fingers. “i like it when you’re getting all dolled up for me..” his words sent a chill down your spine as they slowly rolled off his tongue, your breath hitching as you now locked eye with him through your mirror. turning your head around you arched one eyebrow at him in confusion which had his smirk widening slightly across his face, his dark eyes having a sinister glint you knew already very well. “makes me wanna.. you know..” he continued as his hand moved down on your body, now sliding it under your arm to reach you better, giving your sides a gentle caress up and down, sneaking in a few playful squeezes at your soft hips before coming to a rest on your chest and cupping your breasts through the thin fabric. he gave the squishy mounds a gentle squeeze, his thumbs writing down circles around the outlines of your nipples poking through.

his sudden action had you in goosebumps all over, making you freeze in your place. turning your head to the side, ready to question his act, one of his hand moves to take a firm hold of your chin, roughly turning it back to look at yourself in the mirror before he pressed a soft peck to your cheek while keeping eye contact.

“you don’t have to do anything, alright? you’re making me wait.. the least you can do is keeping me occupied while i’m waiting..” he was right, you did take a lot of time by now but if he would start to mess around with you while you still do your makeup, he might ruin it, not to talk about the fact that it would take even longer for you to be done.

“but if you’ll ruin it-”

“i would never, you know that..” he cooed into your ear, giving your lobe a playful nip with his teeth. now trailing warm wet pecks along your neck, arriving at the nape and simply just sinking his teeth into your glowing, smooth skin. it was sudden act, making you flinch, gripping the brush for a second between your fingers then relaxing your hold again. his nose pressed against your skin, sharply inhaling your scent as his tongue darted out with a wet, soothing lick across the red biting mark he formed just now.

not holding himself back at this point, his hands slid further down on your body, coming to a stop at the hem of your dress, he moved it up just a couple inches and he could already reach well between your legs, he was very grateful for your choice of clothes at the moment and giving him easy access.

your breathing labored, his palms glided along the inside of your thighs, his left hand pressing flat against your flesh, guiding them apart while his other hand snaked further up, till he reached your pantied center. he felt the warmth already radiating off you, catching you occasionally taking quick glimpses downwards, as if he’d stop if you’d call out for him.

the pads of his thumbs traced lazy circles over your clit, not pressing down directly on your sensitive nub yet. thanks to the textile, which was already covered in your essence, sticking to you, it gave him a clear outline of your folds. his middle finger slipped under the band or your panties pulling away and letting it snap back against your skin in place, eliciting a hiss from your lips as he drank up all your cute expressions.

suddenly his hands grabbed into your pantyhose, ripping it simply apart, his nails digging into the material. your lips parted in a gasp suddenly as you eyed the now useless piece of clothing and the hole he created.

“raise your hips a bit..” he commanded while giving the top of your thighs an encouraging pat, but still with a gentle undertone in his voice comparing to his earlier act.

“are you trying to-”

“i said lift your hips, nothing much, should be easy to follow.” cutting into your sentence he bit back. and so you did, he hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding it down your legs till it hit the floor with a soft thump around your ankles. you felt the hot feeling pool in your lower stomach as you realized you’re not meant to go out to a dinner anymore but he didn’t mutter a word. he saw the realization dawn in your eyes but choose to remain silent, instead he gave a soft chuckle as his hands went back to usher your legs apart while you sat on the chair.

“since you worked so hard, finish your makeup.. wouldn’t want to have you work so hard for nothing..” he nodded towards your stuff scattered across the smooth wooden table where your were reaching to pack away neatly. sliding two of his fingers to part your plump lower lips with one of his hand while his other toyed with your clit. the pad of his index and middle finger just merely ghosting over your already swollen folds. his head on your shoulder turned to scatter small bites and nips across your skin, his gaze turned down between your legs, watching intently as his hands teased you.

your muscles tensed when you felt him delve in with a harsh press of his fingers, instinctively trying to close down your legs around his hand, but to no success. "relax.. relax.." he hushed quietly

“even if we missed the dinner part.. can’t have my slutty girl hanging, hm?” he asked with a grin on his face, nudging his nose against your temple and placing a soft wet kiss on the spot. his words were honeyed and his pecks are gentle compared to his hands working on you. he pinched your little nub between his fingers while giving it a small tug, twisting it gently when a small mewl escaped your lips.

“in- push in-”

“you want my fingers inside your tight, needy cunt, baby? let me hear the magic word then..” he played with you more even if he knew you’d clearly give in, being already on the verge of going crazy. after all this time he knew everything about you, what made you flinch when touched in the right place, how a gentle encouraging with his words was already enough to have you putty in his hands and do as he says.

“please..”

“that’s right, so you want them in, hm?..” jiung nodded against your shoulder with a soft hum, trailing his fingers down to circle your entrance, giving it a little pressure by pressing down, coaxing more of your fluids out onto his hand. he smeared it across your puffy clit and the juncture of your thighs, his thumb dipping in your cunt for a brief moment, then quickly slipping free from it with a soft pop.

you were ready to beg further, inhaling but your breath got caught in your throat soon enough when his middle and ring fingers easily slipped inside you from your slickness all the way to his knuckles. it had you clamping down hard around his invading digits, your chest heaving for breath as his hand stilled, eyeing at your reactions with a small smirk on his lips.

“you stopped.” he pointed out. you didn’t understand what he meant until you finally looked up to see the eyeliner in your hands, away from you and just holding it.

“but-”

“if you stop, i do it too. now continue pretty girl, except if you want to stay with my fingers in your cunt all night.” he nudged the side of your head with his, your digits gripping at the pen. to tell the truth, imagining his words, it wouldn’t have been that bad but still, right now you needed more than just filling you up without any more stimulation.

the eyeliner in your hands were liquid. which meant easy smearing on its own.. but while jiung fingered you? the thought made you smile to yourself, which quickly turned into a surprised gasp as he crooked his fingers inside you out of the blue, fingertips brushing against your walls, grinding it before coming abruptly to a stop again. you turned your gaze towards him, eyebrows knotted together in frustration but you couldn’t help yourself anymore. not when your wetness now trailed along his whole palm and wrists, dripping it down your thighs and onto the chair’s soft material and soaking it.

you brought the pen to your eyes with trembling hands, feeling jiungs sharp look on your every action, when it would touch your eyelids. he pulled his fingers out, only to shove it back in fast, curling them against your sweet spot and pistoning them in and out frantically. his other hand found its way to tangle in your carefully made hair, gripping into your locks to yank your head back harshly now having the strands all messy in his hold. a loud yelp got knocked out of your lungs, resulting in the line being crooked but at this point it didn’t really matter anymore. you arched your back as the warmness started spreading in your core with him continuously hitting the spongy spot inside you, his fingers furiously pumping, leaving you trembling and quickly approaching your climax.

when you were about to tumble over the edge he stopped, leaving you a panting mess. grabbing onto your jaw and turning towards him, taking in the beautifully curved line in the corner of your eyes, he sudden crushed his lips against yours fiercely, teeth clattering against each other. not having the chance to recover, his finger lazily moved inside you while he attacked your mouth and his tongue darting out to tangle with yours, by now it felt like your whole body was on fire, sweat dampened your skin and forehead, your body trembling with no stop. leaning back with a string of thin saliva connecting your swollen pink lips to his before it snapped, he watched your eyes glistening with tears from the intense pleasure, threatening to spill, spit tracking down your chin and cheeks flushed. after being late from the restaurant, seeing your makeup ruined by him and you do nothing against it was the greatest apology.

and this is all it took to send a jolt across his body, straight to his crotch, making his pants tighten further. his fingers left your warm, slick pussy, reaching over to brush your stuff aside on the table, cosmetics landing on the ground with a clink. jiung’s hands found their way under your thighs, hoisting you up from the chair over to the table making you squeal in the sudden move, he eased himself between your legs, pulling you to sit on the edge, closer to him.

“you look fucking pathetic, baby.” he let out a mocking chuckle with urgency in his words, now fidgeting with the zipper of his slacks, pushing down the clothing around his ankles. “pathetic but so fucking sexy.. mascara running down your face and your hair all messy.. i know you just love getting fucked silly, hm?” he pointed out your current appearance and god it made you feel even hotter in the pit of your stomach. your cheeks tainted with a deep shade of pink, your eyes trailing down his body and catching a glimpse of the wet patch already formed in front of his boxers before he quickly got rid of them too.

the black-inked butterfly tattoo adorning his lower stomach and abs, peeked under the hem of his plain white shirt which ended just above his waist. he hiked your already short dress even higher on you, then with a firm grip on his shaft, he guided himself close to your sopping hole, pearly white droplets of his precum mixing with your wetness as he dragged himself along your slit, watching in awe. he pushed in his red and throbbing tip, letting out a quiet groan as you stretched around him, taking in his shape. you shuddered at the feeling with a soft whine escaping your chest, you wrapped your legs around his waist, silently encouraging him to push in further.

“so impatient now, you decided to make me wait.. so why should i give you what you want this easily?” he bit back a laugh at your disheveled, pitiful look before bottoming out in you eventually, his hand flying to grip the sides of your legs, pushing them further apart for leverage and space.

“fuck you’re squeezing me too tight.” he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes fluttering close only for a few seconds, his nails digging into your plush skin as he started to hammer into you, your slick making it easier for him to move.

your eyes burned as the soft tears mixed with the ink from your eyelids, coloring them black as they rolled down your cheeks. the table shaking from the force he rutted into you, his pace never faltering and steady. “you.. you really look like a slut.” he snarled, gripping your chin between his fingers as he forced your eyes to lock with his. "getting fucked-.. with your clothes still on, like a cheap whore.." he taunted further, his free hand moved to frantically rub on your clit, the room echoing from your heavy moans, his low grunts and wet skin slapping on skin, reassuring him further, as he was plowing into you, your hands took a hold of his wrist but unfortunately nothing but incoherent blubbering could be heard. not having the chance to even warn him before your orgasm washed over you and having your body trembling. “look at you, so beautifully fucked out..” he muttered as he guided you through your high.

without a word he pulled free from the grip of your tight walls, your hips bucking towards him, aching about the loss of contact as he left you empty and desperate for having him back. he gave his cock a few hurried pumps with his hand, his seed finally spilled onto your already crumpled up dress in thick, white spurts as he came with a loud groan, his eyes squeezing shut. a few moments later after pulling himself together with much less success, a small grin made it’s way to his face as he admired his handiwork.

to be honest when he saw just how much time you wasted on preparing yourself, he made it to his own little mission to fuck you up. loving the fact that you let him, even begged him for it, making his work so much easier. now looking at your once pretty bun, now messed up strands sticking everywhere, fancy dress now rumpled and drenched in his white sticky seed, your makeup all smudged, he was honestly proud of himself for turning you into this such a pretty sight.

“let this serve you as a lesson, baby..” kissing you gently on your cheeks, his usual tenderness creeping back while caressing you all over soothingly.

@r3linx II do not steal, modify or translate or repost any of my works. likes and reblogs are appreciated﹗﹗

[frgdsecrts]

The feeling of Suresh's hand coming to rest above his heart slowly began to slow it down a little, a comforting feeling came from the touch. He liked how the other could cause his heart to hammer yet relax all in one. Just as he liked how soothing the hand caressing his neck felt. As his heart slowed, slowly so did the haze in his head. Even though they had just kissed, Versi's cheeks still filled a light shade of pink at Suresh's kind words. Being called pretty and unboring was something he'd have to get used to. "Oh, Suresh." His voice soft, gentle, as was most of Versi by this point. He was absolutely putty in Suresh's hands, to do and mold however he chose. "You are the pretty and unboring one, not me. I'm happy you were my first kiss, and that I was able to give you something in return as well." Hearing Suresh reassure him everything was alright only further relaxed him, but his brain was still slightly hazy. Be still and listen carefully Versipellis. Everything else around them faded with those words, the haze in his mind clearing a bit. Versi kept his gaze locked with Suresh's as the other spoke, giving him his full attention, attentively listening. His brows furrow a bit when Suresh begins to tell him about being a Naja and hinting at his age. But when Suresh continued it was then that he began to understand why that was brought up. Funny enough he wasn't upset because the other had fed off him, but he does appreciate the apology. When Suresh says he is going to let him go to give them both a little bit of space to think he wants to protest, not wanting him to move away in the slightest, but he just ends up giving a soft 'mhm' instead.

His gaze drops to the ground as Suresh moves to sit down but ends up shifting over to him when he spoke again. Something shifted inside of him a bit right now in a way that the wolf could not put into words, but it felt a bit achy and good all at the same time. "Thank you for being honest with me. I appreciate it. I also really appreciate the apology. I assure you...all is forgiven." Now that he can actually move again without stumbling over himself, despite Suresh wanting to give them space, Versi walks over to where Suresh was sitting. He stands in front of the other for a moment, leaning down to tenderly press a kiss upon Suresh's forehead, pressing their foreheads together for a moment after, before sitting down next to him. He shifts his body so he can fully face the other as he speaks, letting out a small breath, gently smiling, "You are wonderful, Suresh. From the kindness you show me, to the lovely words you speak, all the way to your very pretty smile. I also like the little chuckles you sometimes let slip through, and the way you get a little shy with certain compliments. I like the way you look at me and how it feels when our gazes meet. And I think from the very beginning you had me, because even back then just the accidental brush of our hands sent an electricity through me." One of his hands reaches out to gently take one of Suresh's, "I want to be your friend too. I want to explore those things with you, to learn what makes you weak with desire, to taste you in ways I have never tasted anyone else before, and I want you to explore every inch of me. You helped fill a space in me that was lonely and I want to be someone who can help fill any loneliness you might feel. In any way possible. We can kiss as boyfriends do, touch as lovers do, and confined in one another as friends do. My only question is, are there any rules that need to be followed?"

The whimper was beautiful. This was what was meant when you turned someone into putty in your hands. And Suresh had done just that to the pretty wolf. He shouldn't have fed without asking first. But the taste of Versipellis had been irresistible. Suresh made sure to help the younger man stay on his feet. Carefully supporting the wolf. His eyes on the bottom lip that the wolf was worrying at with his teeth. It was a difficult thing to stop himself from reaching out and stopping the other from chewing. The touch would be counterproductive to what he needed to do. Suresh smiled softly at the question and shook his head, caressing Versi's neck with his fingers gently, "No, they do not." He made no move to stop Versi from touching him. The warm fingers running along his jaw. He let Versi ramble on a bit, his smile widening slightly with a soft chuckle. His voice was a soft whisper, a promise laced through each syllable. "Oh yes. There is so much more. So much I would show you." He paused to place his left hand over Versi's hammering heart, the other still caressing the wolf's neck gently. "You are very unboring, pretty wolf. I can't tell you the last time someone gave me such a beautiful gift as you just did."

Suresh nodded his head, "Yes. Everything is alright. But there are a few things about me that we should discuss before we continue anything physical." His golden eyes fixed on Versi, wanting to make sure that he had the slightly intoxicated wolf's full attention. "Be still and listen carefully Versipellis. I'm something called a Naga. And I'm very, very old. But those are not the important pieces. The important part is that I not only feed on desire but in some ways I am desire. I was imbued with the powers of my god a long time ago. It's a power that I can't always fully control. Why you feel a little drunk right now? That was from me. I apologize for not asking to feed before it happened but I haven't tasted anything like you in so very long..." He paused to draw in a needful little breath, "I am a very jaded creature. But I would happily show you anything and everything you wanted to explore or experience. Not here of course. I would make any and all of your firsts far more special for you than that. But you deserve to know what I am. And what I am offering before we continue. I would like to be your friend. Whatever your decision is... But I want you. And if you'd let me I would gladly help you experience pleasure that would make this first taste seem like nothing. But whatever happens or doesn't happen will be completely up to you. I'm going to let you go now, not because I want to but because it will be easier for both of us to think with a little bit of space." He blinked and released Versi from the very subtle mesmerism. He then slowly removed his hands from the wolf once he felt that Versi could stand and went and sat down on the little chaise lounge, there was enough room for two people on it and only a few feet of space between the two of them. Suresh's smile had a touch of sadness in it as he folded his hands in his lap and looked up at the wolf from where he sat. "You are very beautiful. Inside and out. A kind and true hearted soul..." He paused and then flashed a grin, "Do you have any questions?"

[saltpepperbeard]

so often we talk about the soft voice that ed seems to use just for stede, but how about this particular, gentle, reassuring voice stede uses for ed