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Happy anniversary of the time I wrote 20k words in a week and got ghosted by the artist who was supposed to make art for the fic lol
#itâs been a year I can be bitter now right#for a SINGLE DAD BAKUGO FIC r u kidding I should have had artists lining up to make the art and instead I get shafted#I donât fully blame the Big Bang staff. I think it couldâve been handled better but itâs mostly on the artist#but wow that rlly happened huh LMFAOOOOOO#shoutout to Shay for being the most supportive friend through all that truly#I got to live vicariously through her assigned artist who was amazing && also she drew me some stuff that was adorable đĽş#if anyone wants to know why sleeping is taking so long to write itâs bc I was fueled by spite and a deadline for the first chapter and now#I am just. kinda bitter and sad abt the rest#which sucks bc I love the fic I rlly do#hopefully I can get over it bc itâs silly to let something like that ruin the fic entirely#SO insane tho. the way I was the only one who made the cut and didnât get art too#not even bc I didnât get picked but bc my artist was a sham. nice. love that truly#the staff was okay. Iâm not gonna pretend I felt supported but I get that itâs a complicated and stressful event#and it was a difficult situation bc my artist insisted they were working on stuff. never got an official âsorry Iâm dropping outâ message#so I get it. but Iâm also still pissed :) abt the whole situation not. at any singular member or staff or anything#mostly at the artist#but again could have been handled better fr
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It makes me fucking insane how grad programs are like oh did you not go immediately into a masters? Well you better have a good reason why or we might not think you deserve to get one bc you're not committed đ¤ omg you didn't cure cancer or solve world inequality before applying? Don't even look in our direction 𤎠it's so great you want to further your education it would really be a shame if we made it as hard as possible đđ
#you read the shit they want and its like okay guess i should kms would that be enough for youđ#also omg i fr need the whole 3 references needed thing explained bc a lot of people do higher education later in life#for one reason or another and i KNOW professors dont remember people past like. a year so 𤨠what then#also sorry sorry but stuff like that grinds my gears bc some of us keep our heads down and mind or business#we dont network and the whole 'you should do it for your future' idea leaves such a bad taste in my mouth bc it feels exploitative#but like sorry i suffer from crippling shyness and speaking to my professors made me feel like i should have been shot đ#higher education is so fucked bc they make you jump through so many hoops and like. mf i am still paying you for this#do you want money or not???? like a phd program i get but you pay tuition for a masters.........#anyway. i dont think ill end up bothering bc reading requirements today made me almost cry out of frustration sođđđđ#anyone else feel like everyone else is miles ahead of them and that theyre just flounderingđ woefully underprepared and#underqualified for life and suffering the consequences of being terrified to speak to people in college đ#and also simultaneously numb to and unable to handle rejection đ#like i could find non college courses just for personal betterment but even thinking about it fills me with hashtag shame#and it doesnt help that no matter what i do if it isnt smth exactly in line with my parents thinking theyre so judgy about it đ#and i cant even talk to them about how i feel bc one thing about them they will make me feel sooooo much worse whenđ¤Ł#they never react the way id want or expect them to its kind of hilarious like i dont even WANT to talk to them#it would be equivalent to torture for me quite frankly đ idk maybe ill talk through it with my friend#shes at least sort of where im at but shes also like. Doing Shit and Has Plans so.#but i think she gets me a little bit. granted i may cry and i dont really need to do that in front of her#for many reasons đđ i would fr never be able to face her again#anyway. how are your nights going
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đ-đŹđđđŤ - lee felix x gn!afab reader x han jisung (side lee minho x gn!afab reader, side kim seungmin x gn!afab reader)
wc: 6.5k
cw: boy x boy skz action depicted!!, reader is afab (gn pronouns used), everyones fuckin, alcohol, mentions of weed, minho being affectionate, sex with no strings, SMUT MDNI PLEASE
synopsis: your best friend is pissed he hasnât had his turn yet. the only problem is, his turn begins to take place in a room with three other people present.
a/n: i am so SORRY THIS IS PURE FILTH.. iâm actually so sorry this is the filthiest thing thats been on this blog thus far. iâm so sorry. part 5 of hot bitch summer aka LIXâS INSTALMENT :D ENJOY!!!!! as usual, smut warnings under the cut!!
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sw: cumswapping, both sub and dom mc, sub!lix & jisung, dom!seungmin & minho, a fivesome?? of sorts??, main pairings being felix x mc and minho x mc, anal fingering (m. receiving), semi public sex, sex while tipsy?, handjobs, fingering, blowjobs, face fucking (mc rec), dirty talk, hair pulling, begging, ok so maybe a bit of subspace, seungmin is SO MEAN, so is minho but hes LESS MEAN, hickeys, mentions of pubic hair (AS ALWAYS), EDGING (MC REC), AFTERCARE!!
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[10:02am] Lix: what the fuck???
Hearing the familiar text chime, you rolled over to grab your phone. It felt like it had been years since youâd slept in your own bed, sans Minho and sans the random screams of the rest of the frat through the night. Youâd been sleeping brilliantly, worn out from the new progress in your sex life and getting a well deserved night of good rest in your own bed. You deserved it. However, your body had different plans - clearly you were still fine-tuned to the specific notification noise youâd set to your best friend's texts.Â
Rubbing your eyes clear of sleep, you ran your thumb over your screen and where the text appeared in front of you. Huh?
[10:04am] You: huh?
[10:04am] Lix: bestie be so fr rn. minhoâs fine, i could barely handle jisung but i pushed through it. even changbin was a struggle. BUT HYUNJIN????? MY OTHER BEST FRIEND???????!!!
You scoffed out a laugh, fingers typing rapidly on your keyboard.
[10:05am] You: i thought u were 100% here for my hot bitch summer?Â
[10:05am] Lix: I AM BUT WHEN IS IT MY TURN?????
[10:06am] You: when did u ask????
The little bubble that indicated he was typing popped up. Then it disappeared. Then it deflated again, in a modern demonstration of confusion. After that, you received a very interesting eyebrow raise emoji and a badly worded message.
[10:09am] Lix: film night 2night. we watch a film with the guys n get freaky after? ;D
Rolling your eyes, you sent a quick thumbs up emoji before locking your phone. Film nights werenât something you were typically invited to. In all honesty, those seemed to be reserved strictly for the members of the frat themselves as a more intimate gathering. Clearly that was not the case anymore - how could it be when you were steadily making your way through them all?
It didnât shock you Felix was throwing a tantrum. Youâd expected it after Jisung, and been mildly surprised when there was still no commotion after Changbin. Clearly Hyunjin was the last straw. That was something you were unable to understand. Why had Hyunjin been the one to set him off?Â
You decided not to think about it. Youâd need to have your wits about you if you were going to a film night with the guys, especially since you had next to no idea who would actually be there. You didnât want to ask. You and Minho were fine, better than ever actually, and the same went for you and the other members youâd managed to get into bed. Or on the gym floor. But you hadnât really spoken to Chan since it all started happening despite having an amicable relationship with him beforehand, and Seungmin had some form of unspoken issue with you.Â
It was obvious that he was displeased. Whether he just wasnât woke or feminist enough did cross your mind - he was an English Literature major, for Christâs sakes. Knowing Seungmin, his whole knowledge of the opposite gender came from Wuthering Heights or something. You werenât sure he even had much clue what his own gender wanted romantically - had he ever even been with anyone? This didnât seem accurate. If anything, Seungmin seemed like heâd be the most accepting of female sexuality. You only ever saw him outside of parties with glasses perched on his annoyingly cute nose and said nose deep in the pages of an old, dusty book. During parties, he was walking around with a grin on his face and trying to cause mayhem. Maybe he was just plain evil, and didnât like talking to people unless he could be snarky.Â
It was hard for you to admit the similarities you both had.
Pushing the thoughts out of your head, you sprung out of bed. You had to have your wits about you in case one of the boys chose a horror film and Felix spent the whole film cuddled up to you crying. It was a regular occurrence whenever you, Felix and Jisung had hosted one of your own film nights, just the three of you. Felix would spend the whole night crying and shaking in fear while Jisung would giggle at every jumpscare. Consequently, Felix would bicker with Jisung about laughing at a âsuper scary filmâ and then a playfight would ensue. You were always left to pick up the pieces, yanking them off of eachother and proposing that you all smoked a joint to chill the fuck out.
You had to be prepared for whatever emotions the film caused that night.
Eventually turning up to the frat house, you did feel prepared. Youâd packed an overnight bag with a pair of comfortable pyjamas, your phone, charger and a joint. Oh, and a bottle of vodka pushed to the bottom of your backpack. The last two were just in case. You felt youâd managed to remember all the essentials, but when you were standing at the front door, staring at the SKZ symbol, you realised you really couldâve packed a pair of sexier pyjamas. The frat logo felt like it was mocking you. Youâd thought youâd pack comfortably, and so youâd just shoved a pair of pyjama shorts and a t-shirt that was three sizes too big into the bag. Mistakes were made.
Felix swung the door open upon your knock, meeting you with a beaming smile. âHey, whore,â he chirped, new blue hair styled perfectly in a half-up ponytail on his pretty little head. You smiled, handing him your bag.Â
âTake?â You responded. Itâs what he deserved for calling you a whore, albeit affectionately. He grabbed it obediently anyway, nodding, lithe fingers curling around the strap and beginning to embark to his bedroom. You followed behind closely. Honestly, you were just staring at his ass in his joggers as he climbed up the stairs. Thereâd been no sight of the other boys yet, and actually, all of their bedroom doors were wide open - you assumed they were in the living room awaiting your arrival. You almost felt bad, worried youâd been a bit late, but you hadnât really been given an exact time. Youâd just aimed for the evening.
Felix threw your bag down on the wooden floor, and you heard the unmistakable clink of the vodka bottle in your bag on its descent to the floor. You winced, and Felix looked at you, an eyebrow quirked up. âYou canât fuck me if youâre drunk, you know.â
âI can, and I will,â You retorted, walking over to the bag and unzipping it. Retrieving your pyjamas, you turned to Felix. He stood there, feet planted to the ground and a cheeky smile on his doll-like lips. âYouâre gonna watch me change?â
âYup.â
âFelix, why are you such a perv?! Get out, donât you want to leave something to the imagination for later?â You slapped him playfully, spinning him around by his shoulders and starting to push him out of his own room. He tripped over his computer chair, flying out of the door less than gracefully.
âIâve seen you naked before, Y/N, Jesus-â You slammed the door shut, shoulders shaking as you laughed. âYouâre so mean!â
Damn, if he thought that was mean, he clearly didnât know how you really treated pretty boys.Â
You stared around at Felixâs room once youâd pulled the shorts over your legs. Honestly, it was kind of sexy, in a red-flag kind of way. If youâd walked into any other boyâs room and seen the computer setup with multiple monitors and a lubed keyboard it wouldâve terrified you. But you knew Felix - and a quick look at the perfectly made bed with pristine white sheets reminded you of that. He even had a massive pink body pillow on his bed made with Changbinâs fucking face on. You knew he slept with it every night - heâd brought it to your house once, and you and Jisung had fallen apart in giggles while making fun of him for it. He was just so Felix. It made no sense, but it made perfect sense to you.Â
The sex would take place on the bed tonight, you mused. Then you scoffed out a chuckle - âthe sexâ? Thatâs so fucking dumb. What the fuck was the matter with you? You shook your head, running your fingers through your hair before making your way downstairs in sock-clad feet, bottle of vodka in hand.Â
You cocked your head when you saw who was on the sofas downstairs. It was a typical frat house - random half-full alcohol bottles everywhere, youâd even taken your own bottle of vodka downstairs with you after all - and it smelled just the faintest bit of weed. It was relatively clean though, a fact you could probably contribute to Hyunjin or Seungmin. Seungmin seemed clean.
He seemed clean then, too, sitting on the sofa in between Minho and Jisung and looking at you with an expressionless face. His glasses werenât on his nose, you noticed. Felix sat alone on the other couch, a red solo cup in his hand and a thick, fluffy white blanket over his legs. Everyone had cups in their hand, actually, and you wanted to kick Felix for making you feel a little awkward about bringing your own vodka. Felix smiled at you brightly while Jisung and Minho giggled about something or other. He flicked the blanket off the other seat of the sofa and patted it welcomingly.
âCome,â He demanded. You tried to avoid imagining him commanding you like that in a different situation. You walked over and threw yourself onto the couch, sidled up close to Felix. Minho was looking at you with a smile on his face, all too knowingly. Felix had definitely told him of your plans for tonight. âYou want a drink, Y/N?â
âAlways,â You responded quickly, making Jisung click his fingers into a finger gun at you approvingly. Felixâs hoodie was soft as he leaned over you to grab an extra cup from on the floor, quickly tipping your vodka into it and topping it off with some cheap lemonade from the store on campus.Â
âOkay, so weâre watching this film,â Minho sprung up, displaying a DVD case to you. Before you could retort with a question on who actually still watched DVDs these days and didnât just stream, you realised the cover of the case. It was a film you didnât recognise, but the case had some big-breasted woman on the front splattered with blood and there was a knife present in the image. It was clearly old - 80s? 70s maybe, at a push? Great. Thatâs sex out of the window completely - Felix is going to cry.
You spoke your thoughts. âFelix is going to cry.â
Felix elbowed you, grumbling. Jisung was the one who spoke up, looking at you with round eyes. âActually, heâs seen this before. Itâs not that scary, is it, Lix?â
âYou would say that,â Felix responded, putting his head on top of yours. His arm pulled you in and you took a grateful sip of your drink, loving the warmth of his toned body. It was a shame he was wearing clothes, really, but you had to remind yourself to not be a whore for two seconds. âBut, yeah. Iâve seen it. Itâs okay, actually, just kind of goryâŚâ
You giggled. Felix pretended to try and bite you in response, making you squeal and push him softly. This was going to be so fucking fun.
An hour into the film, Felix began to become unsettled. He was shifting awkwardly, a fact you didnât notice straight away given you were both now two or three drinks in. Jisung had started making his weird cocktails again too, so he was staring at the screen with half-lidded eyes. Seungmin had grabbed him a litre of water and told him to sober the fuck up. You wondered if he even knew Jisung, really.
All of a sudden, Felixâs hands were yanking you onto his lap by your thigh. You sat in between his legs, still watching the shitty vintage horror film on the just as shitty television in the living room. You only bristled slightly when you felt something extremely hard and solid on your lower back, so hard you could feel it through the layers of clothing. His hands were instantly on your thighs once you were situated, drawing soft shapes on your skin.Â
ââM hard,â Felix whispered into your ear, drowned out by the screaming on the television. You snorted.
âYeah, I can feel that, Lixie,â You retorted in a just-as-quiet volume, wiggling back onto his erection. He let out a deep sigh, forehead dropping to your shoulder. âYou wanna go to your room?â
Felix shook his head rapidly. âI already ditched film night loads of times to play Genshin. Seungmin will have a meltdown, you know what heâs like.â
Yeah, stuck up his own ass and sadly not stuck up yours. Wait, what? âSo what do you suggest we do, Lix?â
âMmm. JustâŚâ Felix grabbed your drink, placing it on the floor softly. The other three boys didnât even blink at the movement, still enraptured by the film. His hands were quick to return to yours, pulling them under the blanket covering you both and placing your dominant hand on his length. âTouch me a bit? Please? Not enough to cum, canât make a mess, just- just need something.â
You considered it. Would they even notice? Your eyes went to the other boys present in the room. Jisung was sobered up by quite a lot, thanks to Seungminâs water, but he was still loving the film, cuddled up to Minho. It was quite cute. You kind of wanted to cuddle Minho, but you had hot bitch summer duties to complete. Seungmin was on the complete other end of the couch, but his legs were splayed across Jisungâs. He looked just as into the film, taking sips of his drink every now and again. Minhoâs eyes met yours, and he gave you a soft smile. Okay, so no one had suspected anything. You could touch Felix a bit.Â
Turning your attention back to the film, you shifted slightly so you could run your hand over Felixâs clothed length. His reaction was instant, pulling his joggers down so you could touch his bare skin. You almost laughed at how eager he was, desperate almost, but you had to play it cool so that no one knew. You wrapped a hand around his length, tight and warm, using the precum for lubrication as you pumped up and down his length.
Felix leaned back, his jaw dropping in an almost silent sigh as his legs spread further for you. You were so glad the blanket was so thick, covering your actions, and you were also glad that the television was on so loud - the unmistakable wet noises of Felixâs dick right now could be hidden by the other noises in the room. Not to you, though. You could hear the sound as your hand rapidly stroked his cock, making his toes curl in his socks and your pussy get unbelievably wet at the sound.Â
You shifted awkwardly, trying to alleviate the quickly growing pressure between your thighs. You couldnât get horny, not here, not now - if you both started doing anything more than what you were doing, the boys would be sure to notice. Or⌠were they really too interested in this film? It was awful, to be honest. Youâd seen it before too, or maybe youâd just seen a million films just like it.Â
The deciding factor was Felix starting to buck his hips up just slightly into your hand, fucking the tight ring of your fingers. It made your clit throb, swollen and needy in your pyjama shorts. Fuck it.
You grabbed Felixâs hand on your thigh, leading it to your core. He shot forward instantly, chest almost fully pressed to your back but leaving you enough room to carry on touching his cock. Heavy breaths were panning across your neck and he just let you guide your hand to your pussy, passing your pyjama shorts completely. Felixâs breath hitched when he noticed youâd foregone underwear.Â
Dainty fingers swiped through the wetness coating your folds, making you spread your legs so that they were splayed across his. He used the wetness from your hole, dragging it up to your clit and rubbing in precise, damp circles across your swollen bud. You wanted to moan, writhe, even beg - you couldnât do anything, not in your current presence.
âLixie, your room, please-?â You whispered hastily.
Just as Felix was about to reply, another voice spoke from the other sofa. âI mean, seriously, Iâve fucked you enough times and you think I wouldnât notice that expression you get when youâre horny?â Minho. Both of your heads spun around to face him. Jisung was staring at you, eyes blown wide and a tent in his pants. Minho was smirking. Of course he was. Seungminâs face was again normal, lips in a straight line, but his head was cocked to the side and perhaps he looked⌠intrigued?Â
âUmâŚâ You blurted, quite unintelligibly. Your hand had paused on Felixâs cock, and his hand had dropped out of your pyjama shorts completely.Â
âBlanket off. You can at least show us, yeah? Donât hide that pretty cock from us,â Minho said, nodding towards the offending fabric. Felix sounded like heâd choked on air, length twitching against your lower back. He liked that. âWe all want to see. You may as well let us watch you fuck. Weâre all gonna have seen that pussy at some point anyway.â
Your eyes flitted to Seungmin again. He was smirking now, a teasing expression on those plump lips that looked ever-so-soft. Just as you began to splutter out some excuses, Felix ripped the blanket off of the both of you, exposing your naked legs and the wet spot forming on your pyjama shorts. Jisungâs eyes immediately went down to the damp patch. His eyes widened almost comically, staring at your clothed pussy like it was a flourishing oasis in the middle of the driest desert.Â
Seungmin spoke up, then, leaning leisurely back against the sofa. âWhy donât you two kiss a bit? I know youâll both get worked up. Both of you are fucking pathetic like that.â
Felix whined, tugging your hair back to press a firm kiss against your lips. You shifted in his lap, moving so you were facing him and straddling. The movement exposed his cock to the rest of the room, full length now steadily leaking white rivulets of precum down to his balls that sat heavy between his legs. Surprisingly, Felix pinned you to the sofa, the act of dominance making you whimper into the kiss. His tongue was heavy in your mouth, pressing against yours with the promise of something more. Your best friend kissed blazingly, filthy, messy exchanges of spit. It ignited the fire deep inside your gut, making you consider his preferred dynamics in bed - he was currently pinning you into the sofa, but heâd been so quick to be Minhoâs good boy.Â
Your ears perked up at Seungmin speaking again. âGod, will you just entertain him before he cums in his pants?â Pants? Felixâs dick was out, so⌠who was he talking about?
You broke the kiss and turned in just enough time to witness what was probably the most erotic scene youâd ever laid eyes on. Jisung was tugging on Minhoâs t-shirt sleeve, looking up at him with watering, pleading doe eyes, and Seungmin was scoffing condescendingly at him. The tent in Jisungâs trousers was pitched even bigger than it was earlier on, and Minho was smiling softly at Jisung. With a quick move, Minho gripped Jisung by his chin and pressed his thumb into his mouth. Jisung whined, blinking rapidly up at Minho until Minho finally forced his tongue between Jisungâs pretty lips.Â
Subconsciously, you started to push down onto Felix, trying to get some friction yourself. Hyunjin had been right, then - theyâd all fucked around with eachother before, and that was probably why they were all more than willing to fuck around with you.Â
Minho pulled away from the sloppy kiss with Jisung, Jisungâs mouth trying to follow. Minhoâs feline eyes settled on you, cocking his head to the side. You knew your cheeks were burning with lust and there was no way the boys on the opposite sofa hadnât noticed your hips begging for some alleviation to the pressure between your legs. Minho snorted out a condescending laugh once his eyes had taken your full figure in. âI shouldâve known youâd like that. Youâre so fucking filthy. Youâve got one cock between your legs, ready to pound you and youâre still looking at me and Jisung like that?â
âThey can have more cocks if they want,â Jisung mumbled. âCan I? Please?â
âMmm, not yet, Sungie,â Minho brushed a hand through his hair, looking almost too fond. You turned your attention back to Felix, where he was looking just as debauched and horny at you at the sight of his two friends kissing. âLix, strip. You too, Y/N.â
You scrunched up your face. âWho are you to call the shots? This is mine and Lixâs night, actually. Nothinâ to do with you,'' You knew you were being petty - beyond petty actually. You just loved doing things for a response. It was always something that was in your nature. You saw Minho turn to Seungmin, before Seungmin let out a small, mirthless chuckle.Â
âThink Iâm gonna need your help here, Seungmin. Weâve got three desperate babies wanting to play, huh?â
Seungmin sighed, stretching his arms above his head. He almost looked like he didnât want to be there, but you could see the hint of an erection in his trousers. He rolled his head to the side, humming. âI suppose I can help you out,â He looked towards you, getting up and stalking over to the sofa you and Felix were situated on. Felix had leaned back, pulling at his clothes frantically as if the soft fabric was offending him. Seungmin yanked his hand into your hair, pulling your hair back with zero delicacy.
You positively squealed. âFuckinâ- ow?!â
âDo not fuck with me. Strip, or youâre getting absolutely nothing tonight. You hear me?â You blinked up at him. Seungmin, who was strangely cute but ever so quiet. He glared at Minho over his cereal quite frequently, but you had seen Jeongin cuddled up to him taking a nap more than once. He loved Pochacco, the cute little dog character from Sanrio, and youâd actually known him with braces for a part of your life. Seungmin, who had now revealed himself to be a super hard dom - and you were actually a little bit scared to disobey him. The arousal outweighed the fear by megatons, though.Â
You tried to nod at him, but his fingers wrapped into your hair were just too tight. Trying to move only burned at your scalp, and Seungmin raised an eyebrow at you, a smile on his lips. Oh, he wanted you to speak. Right. Felix groaned, one hand going to wrap around his length to try and settle some of the burning desire. You could hear wet noises from the other room - presumably Minho was keeping Jisung occupied with his mouth. âY-Yes. Just, let go and I can-â
âSorry?â
âI- Iâm sorry, Seungmin. Yes, could you please let go so I can strip for Lix? Please?â Seungmin let his hand drop from your hair rather unceremoniously, making your head drop to the armrest with a dull âthudâ. You quickly shimmied your t-shirt and pyjama shorts off, leaving you completely bare, tummy raising and falling with your deep breaths. Felixâs eyes were blown wide, instantly moving over you to settle between your legs and pump his cock steadily in a tight fist. His head dropped to your neck, mouthing wet kisses over the skin and starting a hickey into your collarbone.Â
âGonna- gonna push in, okay? Ready?â Felix questioned, raising his head up to look at you. You nodded eagerly, wrapping your legs around his waist and shifting so his cockhead was positioned at your dripping wet hole. All of a sudden, Felix blinked out of his haze, turning to Seungmin. âCan I-?â
Seungmin raised an eyebrow again, hand palming the bulge over his joggers. âCan you what?â
âCan I⌠can I fuck them, please?â Felix whispered. Jisung moaned at a high pitch into Minhoâs mouth at the statement, and when you turned to examine the pair, Jisung was grinding on Minhoâs thick thigh and working himself up to a frenzy. He wasnât even kissing Minho back, just moaning against his plush lips while Minho shoved his tongue into his mouth. You were almost proud of Jisung for hanging onto sanity a lot better than you had when on his lap.
Seungmin hesitated, looking to be contemplating before he nodded swiftly, just as unaffected. Felix groaned loudly, murmuring affirmations as he thrusted his length into you fully in one flurry of movement. He paused, giving you time to adjust - but your pussy was already so slick for the whole situation that you were clawing down his back after a few seconds, whining for more.
âLixie- please move, move, please, need it,â You begged, eyes watering. Felix nodded eagerly, kissing the space under your eyes before he started to thrust steadily into you. His balls slapped against your ass cheeks, making the flesh ripple like a strong, dramatic wave in the sea. âOh, oh yeah, oh yeah, Lixie. Just like that, baby boy. Just like that, yeah? So good for me.â
Felix whimpered, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. You felt a string of drool from his lips to your skin, making you moan and clench around him at the all consuming feeling of his pleasure. ââS good? Am I good?â
You felt the signature lowering of an added body on the sofa, of whom you quickly recognised as Seungmin when he spoke. âSuch a good boy, Lixie. Unfortunately, I canât say the same for the pussy youâre fucking.â
âHey!â You grumbled. Seungmin pinched the side of your thigh sharply, his nails pinching into your flesh and making you jump. âSeungmin-!â
âOh my God, just shut the fuck up? Lee Minho,â Seungmin sighed out, rolling his eyes behind Lixâs shoulder. The sunshine boy was suddenly grinding into you instead of thrusting, the soft curls of pubic hair on his pubis grinding against your clit pleasantly. His head was thrown back, eyes rolled back into his head. Minho hummed in response, pulling back from Jisung with a wet sound. âHave your toy come and stuff your new toyâs mouth for me. Iâm sick of hearing the fucking complaints.â
Minho chuckled. âMy baby fucking my favourite toyâs mouth? Sounds fucking lovely to me. Go on, Sungie, you can have it,â You heard stuttered footsteps behind you and then Jisungâs round cheeks were looming over you, round eyes blinking frantically. His lips were kiss bitten and he was eagerly pulling his joggers down to his ankles, revealing his thick cock in front of your eyes. You let yourself smile fondly up at the boy above you.
He grinned back, all pearly teeth showing. âHey bestie. Can I fuck your mouth? Lookie, âm hard, and you were so mean last time.âÂ
âCanât be mean to you when your dickâs in my mouth, Sungie,â You retorted, clenching with approval when Lix shifted his hips just right and the tip of his cockhead kissed your cervix. When your jaw dropped open with a moan, you managed to stutter out a response. âCâmere, Sungie. In my mouth.â
Jisung excitedly pressed his length into your open mouth. He was clearly delighted at the idea of being rough with you, because he immediately started fucking your mouth with fervor. You werenât really responding, just letting unabashed moans and whines fall out of your mouth and be muffled by your friendâs cock. The feeling of Felix fucking you deep and Jisung fucking your throat was too much - you felt used, like a toy while Minho and Seungmin orchestrated the scene and you loved it. You caught sight of Seungmin playing with Felixâs nipples, whispering filthy words into his ear, and all of a sudden, Minho sat behind where you were situated on the sofa. He stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead while he sat on the floor, looking down at you over the low edge of the armrest.
He was mumbling into your skin, nuzzling with a smile. âPretty little slut, huh? So good for me, fucking my boys like this.â
âStop being so soft,â Seungmin scoffed. âYou know they can take it.â
âI want to be soft with them, thanks,â Minho rolled his eyes in the signature Minho style. You wanted to smile, but Jisungâs cock steadily thrusting your throat was prohibiting your lips from any movement. When Jisungâs hand fell to the back of your head, trying to force your head deeper - in all honesty, you donât know where he got the audacity - Seungmin leaped over the couch, grabbing Jisungâs hands behind his back. You whined at the sight of Jisungâs submissive nature, and Felix whined at the loss of Seungminâs hands on his nipples, stopping all movement of his hips.
Jisung pulled out of your mouth, letting his cock bob in front of your face with a loud groan. Seungmin had presumably pulled him back. You took the opportunity to turn to Felix, pouting. âWhyâd you stop?â
âI- I was enjoying having my nipples played with, to be honest,â Felix mumbled. âI like to be overstimulated like that.â
âYou know what else he likes?â Seungmin quipped. âFinger his ass, Y/N. Heâs been so good, give that to him, yeah?â
You scoffed. Maybe the fight wasnât out of you yet. âWhy donât you fucking do it?â
âUm, because my hands are fucking occupied. Watch your mouth. God, this is why I donât fuck brats.â
âThatâs why you fill your bratâs mouth up,â Minho said all too happily, grinning menacingly in juxtaposition. âSungie, baby. Back to where you were, yeah?â
Jisung immediately shot forward, pushing his length back into your mouth. He started fucking your mouth without abandon, just as you decided to give in. Felix had been good, after all.Â
You crept one hand around his back, letting it drift down to between his asscheeks. Using some of your wetness that had dripped down to his balls, you swept it up with your fingers and pushed your middle finger into his little asshole.
The reaction was immediate. Felix positively whined, his head thrown back. He started fucking into you again, whispering sweet nothings to you in lieu of a thanks.
âYeah, yeah, so good, baby- a-ah, yeah! There,â Felix shifted, rocking his hips back between your finger and your tight hole. You loved the feeling, eyes rolling back into your head at the push and pull.
Minho suddenly shuffled around the sofa, landing right where your core was stretched tight around Felixâs cock. âMove back, baby.â
You and Felix both shifted, leaving a slight bit more of a gap between your tummies, still allowing your finger to thrust into him shallowly. Minho ducked down, and all of a sudden, his tongue was laving all over the area where your two erotic areas met over and over in a wet, loud exchange. You whined when his tongue brushed over your engorged clit, and Jisungâs thrusts stuttered in your throat before he pulled out.Â
âThatâs- Thatâs so fucking hot, what the fuck, I-?â Jisung wrenched his hands away from Seungminâs hold, using a hand to slap his cockhead on your tongue. You wanted to scold him, but just as the words started to form, Jisungâs tip was shooting out warm, white cum on your tongue. You moaned, curling your tongue around the tip to catch it all. Being used like this and feeling your favouriteâs lips sucking on your clit? Yeah, you were gonna cum very soon.
Minhoâs head shot up at the sound of Jisungâs cum, feline eyes narrowing. His tongue shot out to lick his bottom lip. âDonât be greedy, Y/N. Remember you have to share.âÂ
Jisung immediately ducked down, moaning as your tongue met his and you swapped his own seed between you. Your hips bucked up when Jisung gripped your chin with his hand, just like Minho had done earlier to him. You pulled your head away from Jisung, hand coming up to grip onto the arm rest and your finger stilling inside Felix. Minhoâs thumb went down to your clit, rubbing firm, precise circles. He knew your body too well by now.
âG-Gah, fuck, gonna cum, Iâm- please, please,â You whined, hips shifting upwards. Felix nodded.
âGonna make you cum, baby, I promise,â He was groaning in his deep voice, making your pussy clench and gush more wetness at the timbre. His voice had honestly always had a bit of an effect on you. You vaguely registered Seungmin taking Jisung back to the other couch, but your eyes were hazy and unfocused.Â
âI canât- I canât cum until- please, please, please! âS so good, I canât hold it in, Iâm gonna fucking cum, I-â
âWho exactly are you begging, Y/N?â Minho tugged your head back, making you whine and kick your legs around in an attempt to avoid your orgasm. Felix hadnât stopped fucking you, hips bouncing to fulfill your orgasm fully.Â
You felt tears start to brim at your eyes, threatening to fall. âYou? Fuck, you! You, Minho, can I? I fucking canât hold on! It feels too good!â
Minho clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. âNope. Felix fucked you dumb, my dumb little baby? You beg Seungmin.â
You whined, shaking your head before the words came tumbling out of your mouth. âSeungmin! Seungmin- Minnie, Minnie, please can I? Please, please, sir?âÂ
Seungmin laughed from across the room, a loud chuckle that made you squeal again. Your tears were falling now, unashamed, your cunt clenching around Felix tight enough to make his own tears brim as he tried to hold off his orgasm.Â
âSir?â Seungmin chirped. âI prefer master, but okay. Only because you seem like you couldnât handle a punishment tonight, you can cum.â
You almost wanted to beg for a punishment, mind blurred as you just thought of trying to prove yourself to Seungmin. What the fuck? You couldnât stop your own body when it heard the command, cunt clenching tight around Felix and causing your jaw to drop in a silent scream. A white ring of cum was formed around the base of Felixâs cock, soaking into the soft hair. You felt your eyes roll back, toes curling into the sofa, and Felix groaned deeply. Hot cum filled your pussy, creaming your walls nice and full of his seed.Â
A blistering heat crawled up your back and - shit, youâre still fucking cumming? You whined when Felix tried to pull out, needing something to ride your orgasm out on.Â
âI got them. Go on, Lixie,â Minho spoke softly. When Felixâs length pulled out of you, three of Minhoâs fingers entered into your hole and kept you full. You whined as your orgasm finally started to subside, legs shaking and sniffing back tears. Felix had collapsed to your side, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before kissing up a few tears. Your eyes fluttered shut with exhaustion.
When you came to consciousness, you were wrapped up in the same pink fluffy blanket that had started it all. Jisung was perched quite happily munching on cereal straight from the box and Felix was giggling next to him, both in just their joggers. Seungmin was sitting upright next to you, fingers stroking through your hair.Â
âWha⌠huh?â You blinked, looking up at Seungmin. Instead of speaking, he shifted you upright, pressing a water bottle to your lips and letting you glug a few helpful servings down. Once you felt quenched, you pushed his hand away softly. Or nudged it, in your blanket burrito. âWhat are you doingâŚ?â
âAftercare. You passed out after you came, and I was pretty mean so I think you went into subspace a little. How are you feeling?â Seungmin was speaking⌠to you? What? You decided to take it in your stride. He was cute, after all, and heâd dommed the fuck out of you with just words.
âIâm okay. Thank you, Seungmin,â You smiled teasingly. He rolled his eyes, but you could see the playful nature behind it this time. âYouâre pretty nice, huh?â
âOnly to nice people. I mean, you did pretty well there. I was⌠proud of you. You were really good, Y/N,â He was looking at you, giving you a genuine smile. You preened at the comment, before noticing a presence missing in the room. Seeing you looking around, Seungmin grinned. âHeâs cooking. Do you think heâll actually make me a plate this time?â
You scoffed. âNo chance. Youâre like a divorced couple.â
âSo weâve been told,â Seungmin mused. He turned to you again. âIâm glad you had a good time. Iâm glad youâre having a good time. Okay?â
So many words were unspoken, but so many words were conveyed in the one sentence he told you. He wasnât disgusted by you, not at all. He was just⌠like that. He was just Seungmin. You could finally understand why the others liked him. You nodded in response.Â
âOh, and he wants round two. Heâs upset he didnât get to fuck you with the guys watching, so you better wash up. Or donât, heâs probably into it.â
You nudged Seungmin with your shoulder teasingly, and he smiled at you again.Â
Felix was staring at you, before he walked over to you and threw himself into your lap. You were still in a blanket cocoon, fabric up to your chin like a sausage sitting upright. It was such a familiar action that it made you smile. âDid I make you feel good, bestie? I bet I was soooo worth the wait.â
You groaned, stomping your feet and trying to nudge Felix off. He simply giggled, thrashing around on your lap in happiness. âIâm gonna go find Minho, get off me.â
Felix hopped off and helped you up in your blanket burrito, smiling at you and ruffling your already messy hair. âPlease donât fuck while heâs cooking our food! Love you.â
You giggled. âLove you too, Lixie.âÂ
Shuffling into the kitchen, you saw Minho standing there, an apron wrapped around his slim waist as he chopped up vegetables. Raising an eyebrow at his ass in his joggers, you couldnât help but feel the heat returning to your tummy. As if he could feel your presence, Minho turned to you, smirking and looking you up and down in the blanket like you were the sexiest thing heâd ever seen.
Oh, yeah. You met his eyes, licking your lips. You wanted a good round with your favourite, and you needed it yesterday.
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Hello hello!
Can I request a Dr. Ratio x reader that's a team leader and they're assigned to work together, and while he's complaining (whining) about her team they're not having it and they bicker (divorced parents vibes fr) (they're both in denial of their feelings). Just Ratio not being used to someone else talking back to him (pls make them make out thank you for your time regardless, I love your writing!
THIS IDEA GAVE ME SO MUCH BUTTERFLIES MAKING đ I hope you like it as much as I did creating it!
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Sparks of Synergy
(Ratio x Fem!Reader)
cw-: mean!ratio, insults of intelligence, heavily suggestive, smidge of nudity mentioned
đ authorsnote: this is my first request fic and I literally screamed and giggled when I saw it!
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"This part of this project is so simple! How do you not understand!? We've already been through this part multiple times!" Ratio could already feel an argument or a migraine coming. All it took was one glance down at your paper for him to practically combust.
"Fix this." He orders. He's spent hours going back and forth with you, hovering over your shoulder like a vulture.
He could spot all sorts of microscopic mistakes that he just was practically begging to point out. He doesn't exactly know why he even bothers. It's obvious that you were hopeless the moment you were recruited for his team.
Though, he suppose it's better for your dimwitted self and the rest of your team to come to him instead of doing it yourselves.
Aeons, he wouldn't be able to take in the sight of you doing this project alone and failing or asking for help from another bumbling, no-nothing dumbass.
The doctor is the best chance you've got with actually completing correctly, whatever it is you need help with...and he wouldn't have it...Any. Other. Way.
"Just because you're the team leader of this little project doesn't mean you can be so bossy." You hum and keep working.
"Bossy? Me?" Ratio lets out a scoff. That's rich coming from you.
He raises an incredulous eyebrow as his stare narrows at your ridiculous comment. Does this fool have the guts to insult him?
He rolls his eyes at the fact that you had the audacity to claim that he's "bossy" when he's simply trying to keep things together. He's not bossy, he has a title to live up to, unlike the likes of you.
"Yes...bossy..." Your eyes glance over at his in a glare. "You want to make the team quit?" You scoff.
"Please." Ratio shoots a condescending glance your way, leaning back against a wall and crossing his arms.
"If they aren't capable enough to handle my expectations and methods, then it's best for them to leave. I'm doing them a favor here. You should be thanking me, quite honestly. I am your team leader after all. I know what's best for this group."
He smirks. You should be grateful that he even allowed you to be a part of this team at all.
as you continue to bicker and fight the whole day the rest of the team just watches on in silence, until one by one they all start to leave
Eventually you both notice that you two are the only one in the room. Ratio let out an exasperated scoff and pinches the bridge of his nose. The headache coming back.
"Look at what you've done now." He snaps, his gold eyes snapping back to you once more. "You and your incessant nagging caused the others to leave. What a surprise."
The sarcasm was evident in his voice. He can't stand this.
"Oh you're going to blame this on ME!?" You scoff and fold your arms. "If anything it was your snide comments..."
Ratio let's out a sharp laugh, scoffing once again and turning his chin in a prideful way.
"What snide comments? The only thing I said was criticism that would help you improve on your work. You, just like the rest of those dimwits, can't seem to understand. Do you have any idea of the standards I live up to?"
"It's the way you say it Veritas." You sigh and rub your forehead with your index and thumb.
The purple haired smart ass stiffens. His golden gaze locked onto your exasperated expression. How irritating. How annoying. It was like a buzzing insect flying near his ear, one he longed to swat at.
"Perhaps try working harder instead of being so sensitive, idiot..." He scoffs. He was simply offering constructive criticism. It's not his fault that your little self couldn't take it.
"Ok you see!" You groan and push off the table. "That's what they don't like!"
Ratio scowls slightly. The audacity of you was absolutely ridiculous. He steps closer.
"What, do you propose I use a more 'soft' approach? Perhaps a 'softer' tone?" *He mocks, a sarcastic smile stretching his features. Soft? That's laughable. He doesn't do soft.
"You're just like them. Soft and sensitive. I have no tolerance for useless emotions. Only facts."
"Maybe you'd have more friends if you were nicer!" You raise your voice and clap your hands together before taking a breath.
Ratio laughs lowly, mocking your outburst. You had no right to judge him like that.
"How childish. If they truly were my friend, they'd stand by my honest and factual criticism. You see it as 'mean'. I do not. What is so wrong with telling it how it is?
I don't expect you to understand. Your feeble brain simply wouldn't be able to comprehend the standards."
"Ratio not everyone appreciates your random analysis of them." You scoff.
The doctor gives you a condescending side-glance, rolling his eyes. Random analysis? Surely you were aware that everything he thought of was correct?
"The facts are just the facts. People can either be offended by it or be mature and understand. Clearly, maturity is not a word you know."
"You seem sensitive and weak minded...GET OUT!" You mock him and throw a piece of chalk at the chalkboard before folding your arms.
It takes all of Ratio's self-restraint to not burst out into a hysterical, mocking laughter. His face twists into a sneer. You were the delusional and insensitive one here.
It's not long before Dr. Ratio had pushed you back until you were pinned against the wall his body pressed so close to yours that you could feel his soft, warm breath hitting the side of your neck.
"Weak minded?" He chuckles lowly.
"I would never dream of being weak. Ever."
You both just gaze in each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity before you clear your throat. "We should probably...get back to work..."
Dr. Ratio had almost forgot he was pinning you to the wall, but at the comment, it had made him pull back away slightly. He stares for a few seconds before glancing away and scoffing once more.
"Right, there's no time to waste on worthless chatter. I suppose it's up to me to be the bigger man once again and carry this team." He crosses his arms.
You roll your eyes as you walk back over to the table and start working.
After a small while there is no talking or bickering...until you did a slight mishap on an equation
He often glanced over quietly to make sure the work you were doing was correct. There were a few moments where he had to glance away from how badly your mistakes had irked him. He took in a breath to calm himself down.
He would be lying if he said that the silence wasn't slightly refreshing. But...he's quickly pulled out of that mindset when you made a mistake.
He lets out an irritated sigh and stands.
"Really? Another mistake? At this rate you might as well give me the paper for me to finish it myself."
"Don't touch it!" You rip the paper away from his hands.
He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as a sneer stretches on his lips. He takes another step closer to you, crossing his arms.
"Care to repeat that, idiot? You dare to talk back to me?" Ratio's gaze darkened slightly, his golden eyes practically gleaming in the light.
"Oh don't act like you're all high and mighty!" You stalk towards him poking his chest with your finger. "You're not the big bad Ratio everyone says you are!"
The doctor lets out a mocking scoff, his gaze locked onto you in a cold glare. He swats your little finger away like it was nothing.
"Big bad Ratio? You clearly are more ridiculous than I had originally anticipated. What, are you scared of me? Do my words... frighten you?" He steps even closer into your personal space, his voice dropping into a low growl.
Your heart flutters as your eyes lock again. His gold gaze holding yours so perfectly. But your stance never falters.
Ratio's eyes narrow as he can feel his irritation rising once again. Why is this bothersome woman making his heart beat like this?
He scoffs.
"You're getting too comfortable around me. Have I not made it obvious that I'm superior than you in every way?" He grabs your chin with his thumb and index, angling your face up.
"Superior? Superior!?" You scoff and laugh.
Ratio sneers, practically looming over you.
"Do you want me to list down everything that makes me superior to you, little one? The list would go on for miles and miles."
He stares down at you with an intimidating smirk, his thumb pressing against your chin almost possessively.
You glance down at his lips before locking eyes again. "Shut it...doctor..."
Ratio smirks once more, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. His thumb traces your bottom lip slightly, admiring your features for a brief second before he lets out another scoff.
"You have the audacity to tell me that? Oh, you are a fool. A very adorable fool...now you should shut it."
"Shut. It. Or. I'll. Make. You." You whisper darkly.
Ratio's smirk widens for a moment, clearly amused and slightly caught off guard by your boldness. He lets out another scoff and leans down close to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your skin.
"And. How. Precisely. do you propose yourself to accomplish such a thing, hm?" He murmurs, a mocking but low chuckle falling from his lips.
You lean up and cut him off with a kiss. A soft one before pulling away slightly. You both gaze into each other's eyes.
Ratio's golden eyes widened slightly in surprise, not anticipating such a move. You...kissed him? How dare you act so brazenly? Yet...why did he like it...?
He lets the surprise linger in his expression for a few more seconds before he takes quick action. Ratio closes whatever space was in between you and pushes you back against the wall, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate and possessive kiss.
As the kiss grows to be more passionate small sounds can be heard escaping both of your throats as you entangle closer together
Ratio's hand wraps around your waist tightly, his other hand slipping into your hair to keep you closer against him. Your soft lips were so addicting, it made his heart flutter strangely in his chest. His tongue darted out to slide against your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth.
You open your mouth just enough for his tongue to slide inside, and you begin to fight for dominance.
His tongue immediately sought for yours, exploring the inside of your mouth as a low groan escaped his throat. He began to press you more and more into the wall, his body pressing tightly onto yours with an iron grip on your waist.
He pulls you away from the wall to lay you on the table as he continues to kiss you
Ratio's hand traveled down to grab your thigh and hoist it up so your calf wraps around his waist as he deepened the kiss with a small hum, his body hovered over yours in an almost possessive manner. His long, slender fingers would slowly begin to slip under your shirt.
"MhM!" You groan into his mouth as he slides a hand over your breast.
Ratio let's out a low chuckle as he slowly begins to slide your shirt off, wanting to feel more and more of your skin against his. He began to trail small, light kisses down your neck, gently sucking on a particularly sensitive spot.
"V-Veritas" You whisper softly in his ear.
Ratio gives one final, rough suck onto that particular spot on the side of your neck, creating a small bruise. He pulled back slightly to look down at you. A low chuckle escaped his lips once more as he leaned in to brush his hot breath against your ear.
"Saying my name so nicely...You're almost making me want to ruin you."
You roll your eyes softly and laugh quietly.
"So doctor how long have you been hiding these feelings for me?" You tease as you kiss his cheek.
Ratio let's out a scoff, his face quickly flushing a dark red at your boldness. He was getting teased by you of all people. He doesn't remember the last time anyone has gotten the best of him in such a way.
He clears his throat and leans down to press a bruising kiss upon your jaw, beginning to trail his lips across your neck.
"...for a while..." He reluctantly answers.
"And is this your mhM way of asking me out?" You smirk through a small moan and tilt his chin up with your hand to meet your gaze.
Ratio's face flushed a dark shade of red at your question, his eyes narrowing as he let out a scoff. He was the Veritas Ratio. You have some nerve to tease him.
It takes him an embarrassingly long time to answer, his brain scrambled. He can feel your soft hand on his chin, gently making him meet your gaze.
"...I suppose so." He finally admits sheepishly.
"Does this mean you're going to be nicer to me?" You lean forward to kiss his forehead.
The doctors golden eyes widened slightly at the small kiss on his forehead, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. He didn't expect you to get this affectionate with him. He glanced off to the side with a scoff.
"I-I already am nice to you. I'm...simply just more blunt than other people." He mumbled almost defensively.
You both pause as you throw your head back to laugh. "You're very funny doctor!"
His eyebrows furrow slightly in annoyance. You...laughed at him. He would have reprimanded you if it wasn't for the fact that your laughter was incredibly cute. He would huff in irritation, crossing his arms.
"It's not nice to laugh at me, you know..." He grumbles with a slight pout.
"Fine fine... I'm sorry~" you lean forward to whisper in his ear.
Ratio's face flushed an even darker shade of red as your soft whisper sent a shiver down his spine. His hands gripped slightly onto your hips, holding you against him firmly. He let out a sigh at your teasing words.
"...you're insufferable...I hate how adorable you are." He mumbled lowly, his voice dropping a degree as he stared down at you.
As he lifts you off the table and puts you back on the ground you smile softly "Yeah but you like meee~" You poke his chest softly.
Ratio quietly scoffs again, although his face was still flushed a dark shade of red. Why, you...! You had him wrapped around your finger. His eyes narrowed, yet the corner of his lip twitched into a smirk.
His arm loosely looped around your waist and bring you close to him, letting out a low chuckle as he rested his chin on top of your head.
"Shut up...you are so fuckin...insufferable." He mumbled lowly, not denying anything you said.
You press a kiss to his throat and smile. "Shall we get back to work...my love?"
A shiver raced down Ratio's spine at the small kiss, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. His heart thumped in his chest, the soft fluttering feeling in his chest only growing. No, not during work hours. He must not get distracted until the work is done.
He gave a firm nod, his golden eyes locking onto your gaze.
"...Yes, my dear..."
As he turns to the table you smirk. "Oh and Veritas?" You smile innocently as he turns back to you.
"After work..." You slide a hand up his chest until it rests on his heart. "I want you to show me just how insufferable I. Really. Am."
Ratio's eyes widen slightly before they narrow into a smirk, catching onto your words almost instantly. He raised an eyebrow as he watched you.
"A challenge? You seem so confident, my idiot..." He murmured. He grabbed the hand on his chest and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss to the palm of your hand.
He leaned close once more, and with a seductive whisper, and smirk, answered.
"You're on."
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omg omg omg can you write smth ab e!42 miles being with a girl whoâs super affectionate and girly. heâs like okokok and sheâs like lalalala you know?? and one day they get into an argument and it looks like sheâs gonna leave but he handles it?
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Ofc Love!!!!
A/n: AHHHH keep requesting and lmk what else I should do
Warnings: Miles being a nonchalant ngga, fluff, angst, possessiveness
You lived a pretty good life. Your parent(s) were active in your life, you had a wonderful boyfriend that would burn the universe to the ground for you, and you got whatever you wanted. Miles kept his job pretty under wraps so you didnât know what he did, all you knew was that he was buying the newest miu miu jacket and he funded your bath and body works addiction. Everyone knew you loved Miles but they questioned whether or not he actually loved you.
It was no secret that Miles wasnât as affectionate as you; everyone around you noticed it, your parent(s), your friends and even other family members mentioned it to you:
âYou could do so much better, y/n"
âI mean, it seems like he doesnât even want to date you frâ your cousin remarked
âYeah are you holding him against his will?â Your aunt chimed in
âI am not!!! Heâs just like thatâ you defended
You were very open with your affection; kissing, hugging and cuddling him a lot. Miles on the other hand, showed his love differently by buying you stuff and spending time with you. He was often very cold and closed off towards other people and they assumed it was that way for you but it wasnât. Miles was affectionate but he didnât show it at all for fear of people using you as a weapon against him.
When you got to your room, you felt yourself tear up. I mean sure, miles was nonchalant but that didnât mean he didnât love you. Plus Miles would tell you if he didnât want you, right?
You couldnât stand with the idea that Miles was doing this out of pity and not out genuine love for you so you texted Miles:
You: Hey can we talk?
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this didnât help the aching in your chest so you tried to fall asleep and forget about it but it haunted your dreams that night. Usually, your dreams are pretty calm but in this one, you were running from Miles and when he caught up to you, he said:
âI DON'T LOVE YOU, Y/N. WHY CANâT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT??? I wish it couldâve been differentâ Miles pulled out what looked like a claw but before anything could happen, you woke yourself up.
You woke up in a cold sweat and saw a message from Miles:
3:02 AM
Miles: whatâs up, Mami?
4:45 AM
You: Do you love me?
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Miles: What?
Miles: What happened?
You: You didnât answer my question
Miles: yeah, why?
You: You donât have to lie to me, yk?
Miles: Letâs talk about this tomorrow.
Miles: Did Youâre family say some shit again?
You: yeah...
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The next day came and you met Miles after school:
âSo whatâd they say?â Miles questioned
âThey said Iâm forcing you into a relationshipâ you admitted, feeling defeated
âOh give me a break, y/n. Fuck them and their opinions, they donât know usâ Miles said, rolling his eyes
âMiles, theyâre my family. And honestly I can see why they believe thatâ you spoke up
Miles took a deep breath:
âWhy? Because Iâm not jumping you 24/7? Thatâs not who I am and you knew that when you decided to date me. As for the family thing, they just jealous of what we have.â Miles said, stoically
âIt wouldnât kill you to show me a bit of affection, Milesâ you replied quickly
âno. But it could kill youâ he muttered
âexcuse me???â you said
âJust know that I do love you, Y/n. Iâm sorry that you donât feel the sameâ Miles said
âAnd why are you speaking so cryptically lately?? If you got something to say, speak.â You argued, a sudden burst of masculine energy and ferocity flowing through your veins
âWatch it, y/n. Stay in your place, itâs easier.â Miles said dangerously, he spoke a warning to you
You ran away and went to your room, rushing past your concerned parent as you heard them talk on the phone:
âYeah, sheâs still mad about Sunday hahahaâ your parent laughed
âYeah well we were just joking, you know how we doâ The person on the other end spoke, you assumed it was your aunt.
âYou know kids y/a/n(your aunts name), especially Y/n. Sheâs so soft and I donât want her to get hurt.â Your parent said
âWell at the end of the day, sheâll be okay. And it will be a lesson to her, everyones first love is heartbreakingâ your aunt said
âyeah, I guess. Well I gotta go. Love youâ your parent departed
âLove you tooâ Your aunt said
You played crying in your pillow because of what they said and because of your argument. Soon, you heard a knock on the door:
âOh Heyyyy Milesâ your parent greeted
âHi. Is Y/n here?â Miles asked
âYeah sheâs in her roomâ Your parent said, opening the door for him
âokayâ Miles said, walking in and knocking on your door
âa thank you wouldâve been niceâ your parent muttered under their breath. Miles full well heard this but he chose to ignore it because he would have a few choice words with your parent and none of them would be nice
You heard three knocks on your door.
âY/n? Baby, let me inâ he said
âGo away, Milesâ you sniffled
âMami, imma get in one way or another so you may as well just open the door.â Miles threatened
You opened the door with watery eyes and tear stained cheeks. Milesâ heart broke immediately.
âIâm sorry for not giving you the love you deserve. I know Iâll never be good enough for you and you deserve better than me. Your family is right but I need you to know that I am so in love with you, it scares me. When we arenât together, my chest hurts; I canât be without you, y/n. I love you so much and Iâm sorry I treat you like shit. I can change, mi amor."
âOh Milesâ You hugged him as tight as you could
âI love you"
âI love you too, Mami"
#mcu fanfiction#miles morales headcannons#miles x reader#miles morales x y/n#miles morales x reader#miles morales#earth 42#earth42!miles#across the spiderverse fanart#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse spoilers#spiderman#the prowler#prowler!miles#spiderverse#into the spider verse#for you
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Short Frank Drabble
pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader
summary: Frank is a sweetheart when you arenât feeling well.
warnings: swearing (I guess?), Frank being sweet, chronic pain mentions
a/n: my chronic pain has been so bothersome this week so I wrote this as catharsis. I hope you all like it!
w/c: 1.2k
Standing barefoot in the sun-streaked kitchen, you let the soft breeze waft over you as it drifted through the open window. The sounds of the city were carried to you atop the wisp of airâthe beeps of early morning traffic, the distant sounds of machinery from the nearest construction site. Louder than the Manhattan ambiance, the pair of songbirds nesting on your balcony chirped and twittered. It was beautiful, serene.
Yet, from your place in front of the sink, your teeth ground together as you sluggishly scrubbed at the pan in your loose grip. Every joint in your body was pulsing with agonyâa consequence of an injury you never incurred. This wasnât a new experience. In fact, it was quite common, which was why you were frustratedly washing dishes until your painkillers kicked in.
You had tried to hold out, but after three irritating days and two sleepless nights courtesy of this renewed pain, youâd caved and thrown back a pair of ibuprofen on top of your prescription. There were a handful of reasons that could have contributed to a flare-up, but that didnât bring you any consolation. Your flare-ups were usually short, and you tended to have a better handle on them than the ineptitude youâd displayed this week.
Sighing heavily, you narrowed your eyes at the charred mark on the frying pan you were holding, setting it atop the sinkâs lip to apply more pressure. Vigorously scouring dishes was probably only going to make your existence less bearable, but sitting down and wallowing as your body ached ferociously wasnât an activity you wanted to partake in. Well, not for the third time in 24 hours.
Finally making some headway on the patch of burnt material on the pan, your face was firmly twisted with a scowl when you heard the deadbolt unlatch. As the door creaked open, you listened to your partnerâs heavy footfalls down the hallway towards you.
âYouâre home early.â You forced out a huff of a laugh, strained smile across your lips.
Striding over to you, Frankâs broad shadow landed on the sink as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Squeezing you close, your back pressed flush against his chest, his chin tucking over your shoulder as he planted a kiss on your cheek.
âSo? Last I checked, it ainât a crime to run home to my girl.â He rasped deeply, tilting his forehead so it rested against your temple.
Shaking your head fondly, you leaned into Frankâs solid weight, allowing him to hold you upright. âYou didnât need to do that, Frank.â
âWho said I needed to? I wanted to, doll. Missed ya.â His voice quieted with the confession, your heart clenching with affection over his earnest tone.
âI missed you too. Always do.â You murmured, turning your face to kiss the bridge of his nose before turning back to the dishes.
âHow long ya been outta bed, sweetheart?â Despite his best efforts, you spotted the concern bleeding into his words immediately.
Smile faltering, you gave a tiny shrug. âA bit. Wanted to get these done so I could cook something.â
âShoulda told me you were hungry,â Frank frowned, stroking a thumb over your hip. âWoulda picked somethinâ up on my way back.â
âIf I donât cook the bacon in the fridge, Iâll forget about it again and itâll go bad, soâŚâ You trailed off, stifling a grimace at how weak the argument sounded.
Frank hummed softly, pressing a kiss to your hairline, thumb still tracing patterns into your soft skin. âWhy donât you go sit on the couch and let me finish these, yah?â
Blowing air through your nose, you felt a small burst of annoyance in your chest. âIâm almost finished. It wonât take much longer.â Your voice was tight as you tried to keep your aggravation from coloring your words. It wasnât Frankâs fault you were in a shitty mood. He was being sweet. But the suggestion still rubbed you the wrong way.
âHey, look at me, dollface.â Using a strong finger to draw your chin upwards, he moved his hand to cradle your jaw when your eyes met his. âIâm not askinâ to take over because youâre takinâ too long. You shouldnât be dealinâ with this crap if it ainât gonna help ya feel better.â
Chewing at your bottom lip, you felt the telltale prickle in your throat and tear ducts. Shying away from Frankâs intense gaze, you buried your face in his firm chest. âI can do it.â
âI know ya can, darlinâ. Youâre the strongest girl I know. I just donât want ya to hurt yourself over some stupid shit like the dishes.â Cupping the back of your head, Frank held you close, shielding you from the world.
Clamping your teeth onto your lip to keep the tears welling in your eyes from falling, you didnât respond. Frankâs jaw rubbed over your crown as he spoke again.
âCanât feel good to be standinâ here, usinâ your hands, can it?â Lashes fluttering, you felt your cheeks grow damp as your emotions overwhelmed you.
âNo.â You muttered, flexing your hands to lessen the throbbing of every joint within them.
âI ainât gonna force ya to do anythinâ, sweetheart. But these can wait until youâre feelinâ better.â Rocking you ever so slightly, Frankâs hands splayed over your back, rubbing gentle circles as he patiently waited for your decision.
âWhat about breakfast?â You pulled out of his embrace slightly to scrub at your face.
âI know I ainât a genius, but I can cook a pan of bacon.â Frank chuckled, swiping a lingering tear from your chin.
âBut you just got home,â You pouted, wrapping your arms around him again, nuzzling into his soft t-shirt.
âExactly. Iâm starvinâ. Go sit down and Iâll make us some food.â With one final kiss to your forehead, Frank jerked a nod toward the living room. You didnât protest when he withdrew his arms, stepping out of your embrace and towards the fridge, but you didnât move either.
Raising an eyebrow at you, Frank cocked his head. âDid I say somethinâ wrong?â
Shaking your head fiercely, you dropped your gaze to your feet, bashfully shuffling in place. âNo, justâŚâ
âJust what, doll?â
You shrugged, insecurity churning within you. âYouâre still in here.â
Smiling knowingly, Frank pulled the package of bacon and a carton of eggs from the ancient fridge, setting them next to the stove before holding up a finger. âGood point. Wait right there, sweetheart.â
Your eyes trailed after Frank as he paced towards your small dining room table. Lifting a single chair with ease, Frank carried it into the kitchen as if it was made of cardboardâsetting it down to the right of the stove. âBetter?â
Nodding sheepishly, you sank into the chair. âThank you.â
Bending at the waist, Frank drew you into a kiss. âAlways, sweet girl.â
Pulling your knees up onto the chair, you lay your chin atop them to watch Frank putter around the kitchen as he made breakfast. Though, this time, the smile on your face was genuine.
#frank castle#my writing#the punisher#marvel#frank castle x reader#frank castle fanfiction#frank castle imagine#frank castle x female reader#frank castle x you#the punisher x reader#the punisher imagine#NMCU#fc#jon bernthal#jon bernthal fanfiction
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Some of yâall are so mean about Steve and Two-Bit omg đđđ some people act like their only personalities are Two-Bit being an alcoholic and Steve being mean to Pony and liking chocolate cake like letâs be fr. Letâs clear the air w some canon details about the two most forgotten greasers bc they deserve better and some of yâall pay them absolutely dust as if theyâre not important to the story also
Letâs start w pookie Steve
⢠âSteve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls.â Ok so hereâs some physical description, Iâve seen so many people say that Pony only gave Steve one line of description, thereâs actually much more in the rest of Steveâs paragraph đ
⢠Pony goes on to describe Steve as âtacky, smart, and Sodaâs best buddy since grade school.â He also says that Steve can lift a hubcap quicker and quieter than anyone else in the neighborhood and also knows cars inside out and backwards and can drive anything on wheels. Pony takes time to emphasize that Steve is in fact smart (heâs still in school so this is important) and how skilled he is when it comes to cars
⢠Steve has been arrested before for unspecified reasons
⢠Pony says that Steve and Soda both have too much energy and feelings, which is why they get into fights and drag races so often
⢠Steve (and Two-Bit and Soda for that matter) wouldâve joined in on Dallyâs dirty talking to Cherry
⢠Steve and Soda will buy Pony bottles of soda and let him help work on the cars when he goes to the DX
⢠Steve was the one who saw Johnnyâs jacket on the ground when he got jumped and picked it up with the plan to bring it back to him and was the one who looked closer and saw the blood on the jacket and the ground. Also- âSteve closed his eyes for a second and muffled a groan as he dropped on his knees beside Soda.â Steve was clearly very distraught to see Johnny in the state he was after being beat up so badly, which mirrors his reaction to when Dally died. Steve feels very deeply and has a hard time hiding it
⢠Steve threatened Sylvia when she was talking to Johnny and gave Johnny a lecture about girls- big brother energy
⢠he has a âsoft, bitter voiceâ
⢠Steve and Two-Bit were the ones who started goofing around the time they went to church and Steve was the one who dropped the hymn book and embarrassed Pony and Johnny đ
⢠Soda and Steve never fought
⢠Steveâs dad kicks him out about once a week which really bothers Steve and is likely a reason for his hatred for his father which Pony mentions earlier on. His dad usually gives him money to make up for it. He often sleeps on the Curtis couch (Pony says itâs âusuallyâ Steve on the couch)
⢠Two-Bit and Steve were so happy to see Ponyboy after the fire, they immediately started roughhousing and teasing him
⢠âDon't worry about it," Steve said, cocksure that he and Sodapop could handle anything that came up. "They don't do things like that to heroes.â Steve was quick to reassure Pony that he wouldnât get taken out of Darryâs custody
⢠the only time Soda was ever mad at Steve was when he called Darry all brawn no brain
⢠âHate to tell you, buddy," Steve said, still flat on the floor, "but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something.â Steve teasing Soda đ
⢠Steve was âsurprisingly angryâ when Pony asked about Sandy, more than likely because he knew how upset Soda was about it
⢠Soda, Steve, and Pony all put in extra hair grease before the rumble to look cool
⢠he and Soda were âplaying cards and arguing as usualâ before the rumble
⢠Steve fights for hatred
⢠he had three broken ribs after the rumble. He looked âfeverish and bewilderedâ when Pony came back from the hospital. Despite how hurt he was though, he immediately went running with everyone when Dally was in trouble
⢠âSteve stumbled forward with a sob, but Soda caught him by the shouldersâ again, Steve was so visibly distraught when one of his friends was hurt, even more so now because Dally was dead
⢠Pony, Two-Bit, and Steve usually leave school together at lunchtime to go to the store
⢠Steve and Two-Bit were backing Pony when he used the bottle to defend himself from the Socs
⢠âIs that all that's bothering you, that switchblade?" a red-eyed Steve had snapped at him.â Just more of Steve and his emotions
So even though he is a side character, Steve is so much more developed than we give him credit for. Heâs deeply loyal, emotional, has a strained relationship with his father, and would do anything for the people he cares about. Additionally, itâs so important that heâs Sodaâs best friend too- who do we think was there for him when Pony ran away and Sandy left him or when Pony and Darry are arguing all the time?
Now for Two-Bit
⢠he wouldâve come to get Pony from the movies in his car if Pony had asked
⢠Pony says life was one big joke to Two-Bit
⢠he had a wide grin and âcouldnât stop making funny remarks to save his lifeâ
⢠famous for shoplifting and always mouthing off to cops
⢠he likes fights, blondes, and school
⢠Pony likes him a lot because he kept them all laughing at themselves and other things
⢠Pony says Two-Bit could put things into words good
⢠offered everyone cigarettes at the movies and paid for everyoneâs drinks and popcorn
⢠Two-Bit gave Pony a similar lecture on girls to the one Steve gave Johnny
⢠Two-Bit âgallantlyâ offered to walk Cherry and Marcia the 20 miles home. He talked them into letting him drive them home which is where they were headed, to get his car, before Bob and Randy showed up
⢠âTwo-Bit said, "Don't get mouthy, Ponyboyâ his big brother energy is coming out yâall
⢠Two-Bit hit Pony hard upside the head when he said what he did about Johnny not being wanted at home
⢠âShut up talkin' like that," Two-Bit said fiercely, messing up Johnny's hair. "We couldn't get along without you, so you can just shut up!â Iâm crying
⢠he waved at everyone when they all turned to look at them after they all caused a ruckus in church đ
⢠Johnny and Pony get Two-Bit and Darry on their team for football đ so we can assume Soda and Steve have Dally
⢠Two-Bit broke the windows in the school building
⢠Two-Bit got jumped while Pony and Johnny were gone but it wasnât too bad because heâs a good fighter
⢠Dally and some other greasers wanted to jump Cherry when she came to talk to them but Two-Bit stopped them
⢠he was gonna go to Texas to look for Pony and Johnny đ
⢠Pony says people like Two-Bit, Dally, and Tim Shepard forgot how to cry at a young age
⢠again, so excited when Pony got home. Picked him up and swung him around and immediately started making fun of his hair
⢠âWhat I like is the 'turn' bit," Two-Bit said, cleaning the egg up off the floor. "Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden.â This quote is SO important. No, they didnât just turn heroes. Two-Bit recognizes that Johnny and Pony had always been special even if others didnât see it
⢠Two-Bit knew all about Ponyâs nightmares and was interested in hearing about them when Pony told Darry about his dream
⢠immediately offers to babysit Pony when Darry is hesitant to leave him home alone
⢠Pony says itâs just about impossible to get mad at him
⢠Two-Bit wouldnât take no for an answer when the nurse told them they couldnât see Johnny
⢠he was closer to tears than Pony had ever seen him after snapping at Johnnyâs mother
⢠gave Dally his switchblade, his prized possession, with zero hesitation when Dally asked
⢠could tell something was up with Pony and felt his head for a fever, really wanted to tell Darry but Pony said no
⢠Two-Bit fights for conformity
⢠he had four stitches in his cheek and seven in his hand after the rumble
⢠âTwo-Bit came blubberin' over here with some tale about how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night.â He feels so guilty about Pony being sick :(
⢠was worried when he thought Pony was getting tough and relieved when he realized Pony was still his soft, sensitive self after picking up the broken glass
So we see that Two-Bit is definitely more developed than Steve and he is a super important character. Heâs silly and goofy which is what they need sometimes in their hard lives, heâs got such a nurturing personality, heâs a gentleman at heart, and is so quick to praise/defend any of his friends, even against themselves like when Johnny talks bad about himself. Overall, he and Steve are both very much important to the story. Treat them better. The end.
#they deserve better#the outsiders#details#steve randle#two bit mathews#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#johnny cade#dally winston#the outsiders headcanons
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bite, l. hamilton
pairing: he (lewis hamilton) x black best friend oc (anvika dawson) content: in which two friends cross a line people have been waiting for them to cross. warning: 18+ content song: bite by njzoma an: y'all know I don't write smut fr, so ntm. but I hope y'all enjoy it. wc: 2,498 tags: the girlies who were hyping me up to post this @boujiestpoet @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @greedyjudge2 @vile-harlot @emjayewrites
âJust because weâre attracted to one another doesnât mean we need to sleep together. Iâm off that. Plus, weâre friends.â
Anvika prided herself on being a woman of self-control and discipline. Though it did not come easy, years of abstinence grew dreary and at times, very lonely, her hard work was not something she was willing to risk. Her decision to step into abstinence wasnât one she took lightly, nor was it one that she planned, but once Anvika began the journey of healing from a heartbreak, intimacy with another man wasnât the priority. Though that had been over four years ago and she was well over the situation, she could admit that while it was difficult to maintain her self-control, not having to worry about anyoneâs snot-nosed son brought more peace than she could ever imagine.Â
âEven more of a reason to let it happen. Everything happens better when you have a solid foundation first. Everybody thinks you two are together anyways. He truly cares for you, in more ways than one.âÂ
Anvika hummed and rolled her eyes as she brought the slender champagne fluke to her full lips. The liquid went smooth down her throat. She shrugged. âThen let them think that. Lewis is a good man, a good and attractive man, butâŚâ
Her friend, Onyx, sighed and downed her drink with a wave of her hand. âI donât know how you do it! I wouldâve lost my mind by now. I commend you.â Onyx bowed playfully which pulled a light laugh from Anvika. Though she was joking, she couldnât help but sense the truth behind her words.Â
Though swearing off men and intimacy had become a more common practice among women, many people found it taboo and unrealistic. She soon began to ponder--what if sheâd never find anyone that could give her what she wanted because of how she chose to navigate her dating life? She shook it off internally. That would be a problem, but none that would be hers.Â
Before she got the chance to respond, her phone rang against the glass table that held their expensive lunch on itâs back. LH flashed across the screen. She smiled softly which caught the attention of Onyx, who gave a teasing smirk. For someone who was insistant on keeping a strong boundary between herself and her closest friend, she surely smiled like a fool whenever he called.Â
âI told you I have a lunch date with Onyx today,â she reminded the racer lowly, using her index finger to draw doodles in the condensation her water glass sweat off on the table. âEverything alright?âÂ
âEverythingâs fine, angel,â he spoke smoothly. âJust wanted to make sure you were still wanting to join me for the event on Friday.â Anvika hummed and nodded as though he could see her. He was attending a gala in London and of course, offered his plus-one to Anvika, as he had done since their friendship had begun years prior. What was his, was hers, including access to rooms and events that would grant her opportunities to further her career as a branding and marketing consultant.Â
âYes,â she replied excitedly. âI still havenât found a dress. What color are you wearing?â
There was shuffling in the background before he spoke again. âBlue. Donât worry about it, Iâll handle it.â Her heart fluttered. âEnjoy your lunch. Tell Onyx I said hello and call me later, alright?âÂ
Anvikaâs teeth trapped her bottom lip. âAlright. Talk soon.âÂ
âBye, love.âÂ
Anvika turned her phone on its face and looked up, catching Onyxâs playful eyes. Her thick eyebrow touched her forehead. âFriends, right?â Anvika gave her a look. Onyx raised her hands in defense, âMy bad, my bad.âÂ
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Lewis Hamilton was a gentleman. Sure, this was universal knowledge, but something about him being gentlemanly with her made her heart flutter and her stomach clench with desire. And it almost made her question Onyxâs point, âhe truly cares for you; in more ways than one.â Itâd typically be something sheâd deny, but as she stood in front of the mirror with her hair done by a hairstylist he arranged to come, her nails done by a nail technician heâd flown out, and a dress he arranged to be custom-made to suit her body, how could she deny it any longer?Â
âDonât think too deeply into it,â she scolded herself, slipping out of her robe. She walked toward her dress, pulled it off the hanger, and carefully slipped into it. âYouâre friends. Close friends who care for one another. Thatâs it, thatâs all.âÂ
They met at the paddock six years prior. She was invited to her first Formula One race through her consultant agency, which took her team on an all-expense paid trip for their hard work. She wasnât aware of Formula One, just of familiar names. Then, at the end of the match, she had the chance to put a face to the infamous name of Lewis Hamilton.Â
âYou raced well,â Anvika noted, taking in the slightly disheveled appearance of the raceman. âIâve never been to a Formula One race; good job on giving me a reason to come back one day.âÂ
The manâs eyebrow raised in interest. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscular build on display. âIs that so?â
Anvika nodded.Â
âWe can make that happen whenever you want.âÂ
It was Anvikaâs turn to raise an eyebrow. A smirk played on her lips. âIs that so? Tryna be my friend, Lewis?âÂ
He shrugged his shoulders. Friends wasnât too bad. Anything to get to know her. âAny man would be a fool to refuse that opportunity, Anvika.â
That marked the beginning of an inseparable union.
Anvika continued to mumble and grumble, doing whatever she could to keep her mind eased. Her self-conversations were halted by a knock on her door. Lewis. âComing!â Holding her dress to her chest. She turned the doorknob, and the familiar scent of his cologne filled her nose. âAre youâŚoh. Oh.â
Closing the door behind him, Lewisâ eyes were trained on her, the most beautiful woman heâd laid eyes on. The dress, complementary to his suit, was perfectly designed and tailored to her. She was a fan of long-sleeved dresses, so thatâs what she got. It was constructed with a heavy, luxurious velvet material and it hugged every riff, edge, and curve on her body. The neckline showed the swell of her breasts and her beautiful collarbone. The mermaid-like tail further accentuated her shape.Â
Her hair was parted to the side and curled to perfection. The makeup complimented her features--thick eyebrows, full lips, and a round nose. And her scent, goodness, it suffocated him. The jasmine and almond notes filled his nostrils and he wanted to nuzzle his face in her neck and inhale like she was the air he needed to breathe.Â
âYou look beautiful,â Lewis managed to speak. His voice was so low that she almost didnât hear his compliment. With a bashful smile, she thanked him and led him to her room where she wandered toward the bathroom, which had a series of jewels across the counter. âHelp me pick a necklace?âÂ
Anvika turned to face the jewelry and fought hard to ignore the heat that radiated from Lewisâ body as he moved to stand behind her. From over her shoulder, his eyes followed the line of jewels the stylists brought. His eyes landed on a silver necklace; a thin chain with a multi-carat teardrop diamond. âThis one.âÂ
Lewis took the necklace in his hands and placed it around her neck. Anvika lifted her hair to grant him easy access and shivered as his cool fingertips brushed against her skin. She inhaled deeply. âStunning.â His breath was warm against her neck. They locked eyes in the mirror ahead of them. The tension was thick. Suffocating. His brown eyes, usually so full of love and warmth, were filled with something she couldnât quite identify, but it made her body heat like wildfire.Â
âIâm ready,â she announced, careful not to let her voice waver. She turned, purposefully ignoring the groan he released when she brushed against him. Her lips quivered as she tried to give a steady smile. What the hell was happening between them? Anvika placed her hands on his chest and soothed the non-existent wrinkles on his suit jacket. He was so handsome. âYou look great, darling.âÂ
âThank youâŚâ his words came out as a whisper. He was too distracted by her. Six years of friendship and what he felt from the time he met her at the paddock all those years ago had reached a breaking point. Heâd boiled over.Â
Anvika tried to smile as she pressed a kiss against his cheek, but with how he reacted, her lips landed at the corner of his lips. She took a step back. âLetâs get ready to go, yeah?âÂ
Lewis swallowed thickly. He held his arm out for her, which she grabbed instinctively, and together, they were out the door with a million and one thoughts swimming between them.Â
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âAnd that beauty youâve brought?â an older man questioned Lewis, who had his eyes on Anvika as she danced through the siloes of people in the room. The gala was nothing short of a popularity function, a random event on a random weekend for the host to flaunt their money and connections, Truthfully, his desire to attend dwindled once he saw her in that dress. She was the only thing on his mind.Â
âAnvika Dawson,â Lewis said, nodding in her direction. âOne of the best branding and marketing consultants in the industry. Sheâs amazing at everything she does. Youâve got a business, donât you?â And thatâs why he was a good friend, Anvika noted as she began to walk over, hearing him advocate for her in front of the man.Â
âYou flatter me,â she said with a smile as she took a position under Lewisâ arm, which slid around her waist. âAnvika Dawson, nice to meet you.âÂ
The older man, who had went by the nam Eli, shook her hand firmly and nodded in interest. âWell, pardon me, but the two of you would make a wonderful couple.â The young adult chuckled lightly; the comment was nothing new to them, but it seemed to bring them both discomfort given the fact that they had a very intimate moment just an hour before their arrival. Before Lewis could speak up, Anvika thanked the man sweetly then they were whisked in another direction.Â
They were joined together at the hip for the remainder of the evening. And, on the rare occasion that they were apart, they stole glances from across the room like teenagers in a romantic sitcom. Soon, the event wrapped up and they were in the backseat of the car, sitting in a thick silence.Â
Anvika sat at the right of the car, her knees turned inward and her legs crossed. With every bump in the road and swerve of the car, the tip of her heel brushed against Lewisâ leg. His breath hitched. She said nothing.Â
The car came to an abrupt stop and the doors were opened for them. Before her foot could touch the ground, Lewisâ hand was awaiting. âThank you,â Anvika said softly, and allowed him to guide her into the hotel.Â
He still hadnât said much. The walk to the elevator was quiet, yet, he hadnât let go of her hand. What was he thinking about? If it was the sudden shift in their interactions, it didnât go unnoticed by her either.Â
The elevator doors peeled open and Lewis guided her in. He pressed the button, 10, that would send them to the floor their rooms were on. The elevator ride seemed slow as each ding indicated theyâd entered another floor.Â
Anvika cleared her throat and decided to speak up, âI enjoyed tonight. And again, you looked great. I love blue on you.âÂ
He couldnât remember what happened between her compliment, her back against the elevator wall, and his lips on hers. The only thing that forced him to key in was her hands pressing against his abdomen and his name falling from her lips. âLewisâŚâ What heâd heard time and time again in his dreams had finally become a reality. His stomach churned; could he get her to say it again? âWhat are youâŚâ She cut herself off when she fell victim to the wonderful feeling of his lips against her jaw.Â
âI justâŚâ Lewis settled his face in her neck. âOne night, Vi. Let me have one night with youâŚâ Her heart pounded in her ears. What the hell was happening?Â
âLewisâŚâ Her hand slipped and fell just above his belt. She extended her arm just slightly. âWe canât do this. I-I donât want to mess up our friendship and you know Iâm not going all the way with anyone--âÂ
Lewis hummed. His eyes sat low as he looked at her. She looked completely worn out as if heâd done to her what he truly wanted. Her forehead glistened with sweat, her lipstick was smeared, and her chest heaved. âNothing will change for the worse, angel. And I donât want to go there with you, just want to make you feel goodâŚalways have.â His left arm circled around her waist and his large hand palmed her backside. She whimpered. âCan I?âÂ
âSomeone might see...âÂ
He ignored her. âCan I make you feel good?â His tone was stern as he repeated his question. Suddenly, the gala was out of her mind and the only thing that clouded her thoughts was him. Him and him only. Lewis Hamilton had infiltrated her mind and she finally stopped fighting it.Â
The elevator dinged. âYesâŚâÂ
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âShould IâŚ?â her hands reached for the necklace that shone beneath the dim lights of the hotel suite. Lewis shook his head and peeled his jacket off his shoulders, revealing a crisp white wife beater. He shed that too. Anvikaâs breath hitched. âKeep it on. Lay back for me, angel.âÂ
Anvika looked like an angel surrounded by the comforter. Her undergarments were long discarded, save for her underwear which he kept in the pocket of his pants. The pure white of the sheets were a stark contrast to the richness of her complexion. Her hair was sprawled against the pillow with a few strands covering her face lazily. The look on her face was one of comfort, relief in one way or another.Â
She welcomed Lewisâ body between her legs as he crawled on the bed and his lips against hers as he hovered above her. For the first time that night, Anvikaâs hands didnât tremble when she touched him. She welcomed the feeling of every ridge of muscle, every raised scar, and every mature tattoo.Â
Their hands moved frantically over each otherâs body, and it felt amazing. She hadnât realized how touch deprived she was until she heard his chuckle in her ear. Her face warmed. She felt like a teenager. âItâs okayâŚâ his lips ghosted against the shell of her ear. âMake all the noise you want.âÂ
Anvika didnât respond--her mouth wouldnât allow her to. As Lewis moved down her body, she sat on her elbows, watching and waiting. God, he was so handsome like this. His head was dipped between her thighs and his tattooed glistened under the dim lights. Slowly, he lips created an intentional trail from her belly down to the treasure just centimeters away from his mouth.Â
Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets as the anticipation rose. She was becoming impatient. He was giving attention to every other place except where he wanted her. She huffed. âLewisâŚâÂ
He hummed, clearly unbothered by her frustration. He glanced at her, âYes?â She whimpered. âTalk to me.â He was amused, very amused. She was desperate for him. It was evident by the way her arousal seeped onto the bed. He gathered some on his fingers, using it as a lubricant as he finally began to touch her.Â
Anvika gasped. His movements were slow and meticulated but they were enough to set her over the edge. He brought his lips to hers again, which she accepted sloppily. Her jaw fell slack as he continued to work her to her first release of the night. It came quickly, quicker than she would have liked. When his fingers hit that spot within her, her hips jerked and she squeaked his name.Â
Lewis chuckled, âThatâs it?â He prodded that spot again. âRight there?â Anvika nodded. He removed his fingers. She groaned in frustration, âLewis, please!â
âPlease what?â He brought his fingers to his lips and moaned at the taste of her on his tongue. If this was just the beginning, he couldnât imagine how mad heâd go in the coming moments. âTell me what you want.â
She clocked it. He wanted her to beg. Anvika wasnât the begging type. She may have been far removed from having sex, but she always got her way, especially with Lewis. Her hands trailed down the muscular planes of his stomach. Her fingers hooked in his belt and pulled him forward. Her fingers curled around his neck and her nails toyed with the faded hair there. She brought her smeared lips to his ear, her tongue dancing against the shell of it. He shudder. âI want you to make my legs shake and rock my world. Can you do that, Lewis?âÂ
Her voice. The way her voice dropped in octave but increased in seduction had his head spinning. There were a few moments of silence as he fought hard to gather himself and the more she spurred him on, the most difficult it became. But then, she heard it, âYesâŚâ
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âRight there, right there! Oh myâŚâ He was a lover of music. Being in a studio, creating melodies to go with lyrics, was his favorite pastime. But this took the cake. She created her a song better than he could have ever imagined, and was it addicting.Â
Her moans, cries, and screams were melodic and his name was the only lyric she knew. He hated repetition in music, but loved hearing hers. So addicting. So well created. So beautiful.Â
Her legs trembled around his head and her hands were buried in his braids. He fought the urge to bend her over when she whispered out the faintest, âBaby, pleaseâŚâ Sheâd used terms of endearment before, but in this context, it was different. âIâm close!â
Her body, damp with sweat and covered in bruises created by his mouth, jumped and jolted as she grew closer to her peak. Lewis sat up, replacing his tongue with his highly skilled fingers. He used his arm to stabilize his body as he hovered over her. What a sight.
Her hair was completely sweated out, pooped and frizzy at the roots. Her makeup stained the pillows and her lips were swollen from her biting and his intense kisses. Her neck was dark with love bites. Her eyelids were hooded but he could see the fire behind her eyes. If only he could capture her and keep the picture in his pocket forever.Â
âDoing so well for me,â he whispered, kissing against her cheek and jaw. His fingers made quick work of the huddle of nerves between her legs. âTaking it like a good girl.â Her moans grew louder, higher in pitch, and full of air. It was becoming too muchâher hands pushed against his arm, trying to run. âDonât run now. Isnât this what you wanted?âÂ
âLewis, Iâmââ she cut herself off with a high pitched scream that seemed to ring on forever. Lewis chuckled lightly and worked her through her orgasm. âThatâs it, baby.â Her body shook as she tried to come down calmly.
He spent a few minutes between her legs, caressing her gently as an act of comfort. Her loud noises had diminished to soft whimpers as she came down from cloud nine. When she finally opened her eyes again, he asked, âYou okay?âÂ
She was better than okay. Though they didnât cross all the lines, Anvika had gotten the best orgasm sheâd received in her life from a manâs mouth and hands. Sheâd deal with the consequences later, but in that moment, she felt amazing.Â
She nodded and smiled lazily. âIâm okay. Are youâŚdo you want me toâŚ?â Her eyes fell to the evident bulge that strained against his pants. He shook his head.
âIâm okay. Letâs get you cleaned upâŚâ
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What was supposed to be a shower to clean her up resulted in her on her knees giving him the most intense release heâd experienced in months. It left him panting, shaking, and whimpering like it was his first time all over again.Â
Once again, she looked angelic with her now curly hair flat against her back and big brown eyes staring at him as she worked him like the expert she was. He came in her with with a groan, his fingers in her hair. She stood to her feet, smiling innocently as she showed him there was no remnant of him left in her mouth.Â
âYouâre nasty,â he announced, grabbing her jaw to place a sloppy kids on her lips.Â
âMhmmm, just the way I like it.âÂ
They migrated to her bed shortly after, laying together in a comfortable silence. Anvikaâs head was against his bare chest and herfingers traced the tattoos on his body. Lewisâ arm was around her waist and his hand massaged her plump bottom.Â
They were tired, exhausted even. But, they fought sleep like children, internally afraid of what the morning would bring. All actions had consequences whether good or bad. It was a mutual hope that what theyâd done wouldnât bring on the latter.Â
âLewis?â Anvika called after some time.Â
âYes, angel?âÂ
âAre we gonna be okay?â Her voice trembled slightly. Theyâd crossed a line--a big one. She had wobbled on her boundaries. There was a lot to discuss and a lot to consider. It was an amazing experience, she couldnât lie, but her biggest fear was that sheâd lose him as an important person in her life if reality didnât set in the way they intended.Â
Lewis gave her a squeeze and brought his lips to her forehead. Sensing her worry, he reassured, âWeâll always be okay.â And she believed it.
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Carnal Desire (2/3)
You refuse to let Yoongi give you the cold shoulder, even after your night with him. So, you decide to show Yoongi that even if you were "his girl", that it didn't mean that you weren't desirable for others. @massivelyfullenthusiast @idkjustlovingbts @december-bae10 @baechugff @bloodline1632 @seokjinkismet @babycandy111
Part 1 | Part 3
Word Count: 3.172
Warning: smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, public type sex, haegeum type vibes fr fr, possessive/jealous yoongi, licking, nipple sucking, oral (f receving),
You hated Min Yoongi.
You hated how you allowed yourself back into your hometown.
You hated how you saw the same man youâve been in loved with for years - and how it felt as if you fell for him again once more, a decade later.
You hated Min Yoongi because you loved him and it appeared as if your love for him was not enough for him to return to you.
It felt dirty being with Yoongi like this in public, even if the pair of you were in the furthest room from everyone - and held no cameras. But you could not bring yourself to care - not now. Yoongi was willing to have you like youâve desired for years and you were going to take the opportunity.
Yoongi had touched you like a man starved, fully embracing his attraction and arousal. His hands - so large and calloused - rubs along your skin, gripping your hips, to your ass to cupping your breast. He isnât sure where he wants to focus on - you were far too enticing for his hands to remain on one body part.
You werenât complaining. Your hips had bucked against his erection, wishing it was him inside of you instead - but youâd take anything you can get for now. Your kisses were sloppy, his tongue sucking onto your own. It was intimate and the teenage girl in you had dreamed of a time like this - but damn was it better than you ever imagined.Â
Yoongi knew of your crush on him back then and now that you were a grown woman, itâs hard to deny you. Your eyes were what once made him soft for you, always willing to do whatever it was that you asked. Now, the same eyes were filled with lust and mischief - and full submission.
âI missed you.â you admit once Yoongiâs lips trail down your neck and on your collarbone.Â
Yoongi grunts. âYeah?â
You nod your head, leaning it back so Yoongi has full control to continue his suckling upon your skin.Â
âI wish I couldâve stayed with you.â you continue, letting out years of desperation upon him. You had to sound pathetic, but you didnât care. Yoongi was yours now - as yours as you wanted him to be. âI wanted to be your girl so bad.â
âI know.â Yoongi groans at the sultriness of your voice. There you were again admitting not only your love, but your need for him. âYouâre here now.â is all Yoongi can say.Â
Ten years is a long time to make up. He was no longer the young fool he was back when you left, but now a man. He had power no one else his age had.Â
Not only that, but you werenât the same little girl giving Yoongi those innocent heart eyes - you were a woman now. He didnât have to hold back the urges any longer; he knew you could handle whatever he was going to give you.Â
âYou can be my girl now.â Yoongi knows heâs going to look back and think how incredibly horny he looks feasting on your skin, but he canât allow himself to care now as lust takes over. His tongue dips out to lick at your skin while his teeth nip at it.Â
âYou sure you arenât going to allow me to leave again?â you decide to joke, a soft moan slipping through your lips.Â
âYou arenât going anywhere, Y/N.â Yoongi nips your neck once more, holding you even tighter against him. âEven though you know that you arenât going to leave me again.â
How right Yoongi was.
This isnât how Yoongi wants to have you - not in the back room of a club as if you were some whore for him. But he doesnât want to stop - and you donât want him to.
âI-I just got that!â you hiss when you hear the ripping sounds followed by your breast pooling out.
Yoongi groans at the sight of your bare breasts. He licks his thumb before pressing it firmly onto your nipple, gripping your breast entirely into his large hand. âIâll buy you more.â he murmurs.Â
Itâs hard to be upset when Yoongi looks as hot as he does, eyes low and filled with lust. The thin material of the lingerie thong becomes sticky with slick due to Yoongiâs erection rubbing right along it.
âYouâre so beautiful.â Yoongi grunts before engulfing your nipple into his mouth whole. He suckles on it like a man starved, his right hand gripping and tugging onto your free breast. His fingers find your nipple and begin to twirl it between his thumb and index.
Your mind is foggy with lust - this is all youâve ever wanted. To be with Yoongi, to have him fully. You wished he could have been the one you laid with first, but that couldnât be possible. Your father forbade you to be with a man such as him - itâs sad to believe that his sickness is what brought you back to Yoongi.
More.
Yoongi wanted more. He needed more of you.
Yoongi doesnât want to be too rough - heâs unsure truly what you were into or not. And you were such a submissive woman that you wouldnât complain if he had gone too far. He attempts to be calm and not fully go down the path of dominance - but even he has a hard time.
âYoongiâŚâ
Yoongi releases your nipple from his lips, a soft popping sound coming from it. His lips are wet when he presses them against yours. His free hand slaps against your ass, pressing you against his hardened erection even harder.
âI missed hearing you say my name.â Yoongi inhales deeply when he releases your lips. âI remember it sounding so sweet when you were young. NowâŚâ Yoongi pecks your lips once more, a flushed look upon his face. â...now it slips through your lips with such need.â
You nod your head with a bite of your lip. âI-I do need you.â
Yoongi groans with a shake of his head. You donât know what you do to him.
âI want to taste you.â Yoongi lifts from the leather couch, holding you in a tight embrace. âSee if you were as sweet as I always thought you were.â
You nod your head hastily. There were times back in your teenage years that you would hear rumors of Yoongi and his tongue - as much as it pained for you to hear because it was never you - and just how amazing he was with it.
Your back hits the leather couch smoothly and it takes no time for your thong to be off. Yoongiâs face is so close to your sex, eyes fixed on it intently. It causes you to feel hot with embarrassment.
âStop.â Yoongi slaps your thighs away as they begin to close. He hikes your legs to sit on his shoulders. âYouâre already so wet.â
Yoongi is so close to your exposed sex that your world is beginning to spin. A soft whine escapes your lips when you feel (and watch) as Yoongi brings a hand up to your clit. Two of his fingers spread apart your lips, his tongue peaking out to lick a single strip upon your clit.
Your head falls back and hits the couch, your eyes snapping shut. You gasp in pleasure, the once shyness you felt now out the window.
Yoongi was now suckling on your clit, his fingers sliding down at your entrance, teasing the wet hole.
Your toes curl at Yoongiâs suckling, his fingers inching closer inside of you.Â
Shit.
Shit,
Shit.
Yoongi never comes up for air, nor does his tongue stop twirling your clit. His fingers are pumping deep inside of you and youâre pondering if he was ever going to get tired.Â
You begin to sob, the cries mixed with your choked moans. Your thighs clenched, caging his head in that you would have to remember to unclench them so you wouldnât be the cause of his suffocation.
âFeels so good, Yoongi.â you grit through your teeth, thighs quivering in great pleasure.Â
Yoongiâs fingers pump even faster - how was that even possible? His tongue continues to lap vigorously.
You begin to shake your head, a familiar feeling bubbling between your legs. This couldnât be happening - you couldnât cum this fast.Â
âS-Stop, Yoongi!â your hand slaps against his forehead to push him away, but Yoongi doesnât bulge. He continues to lap with the same ravenous need, fingers curling inside of you that hits a sweet spot each time.
Yoongiâs eyes flicker up to watch as you cum, not caring about the wail that releases from your throat. You managed to not crush his skull with your thighs - not like he was complaining.Â
Yoongi lifts himself from your wet clit, his fingers popping out of you. He wraps his tongue around his fingers and sucks, humming to himself. Your eyes manage to open to see Yoongi in the act - it causes you to groan in hot embarrassment.
âTastes so sweet.â
You noticed just how wet Yoongiâs lips were due to your juices, but he doesnât seem to care. He kisses up your thigh until heâs face to face with you. His lips fall onto your own, your arousal coating your lips, but you do not care. You want Yoongi entirely too much to care about anything right now.Â
âPlease fuck me.â you beg when Yoongi releases your lips.Â
Yoongi shakes his head, sighing. As much as he wants to, he has gone too far by doing this with you now. Though you had no complaints, he allowed lust to overtake him to the point that his first time with you was in a club. âNot here.â
You sigh in defeat at Yoongiâs tone, the seriousness in it telling you that there was no point in arguing.Â
âDonât look so disappointed Y/N.â Yoongi wraps you in an embrace once more, pulling you up from the couch. âYouâre still my girl. I respect you more than to take you here.â
You hated Min Yoongi.
You hated Min Yoongi because that night with you and him was weeks ago and you have yet to see him. When you had the following night, you were met with flickering eyes and pure ignorance by the men at the club - who all came there to gawk and look at women.
âYouâre no longer needed on the floor.â your boss had told you when you prepared to go on stage. âNor are you needed for private dances.â
You were left stunned and before you could question your boss, she had sauntered away. You were instructed to do nothing but serve drinks to people at the bar. You were new to this, never mixing drinks often until now. The job required you to cover a bit more, yet you still showed more skin than usual.Â
And yet, even as you stand here serving men, they appear to avoid you like the plague. They speak without looking at you, pay without as much as a nod. It was weird, truly. Something deep in your gut told you it had to do with a certain Min Yoongi.
What you never understood - but guiltily never questioned - was the large sum of money for you at the end of the night. Your boss hands it to you in an envelope with a curt nod and a short âgood jobâ before going on to the next. The cash was a large sum and insanely more than the rest of the girls who were performing - and you were just a bartender.
âMaybe itâs because youâre Sugaâs girl.â Bunny had said, eyes wide at the large sum of money. âThat has to be so exciting.â
Exciting it could have been if you werenât being ignored by the man. By the fourth week, you were expected to see Yoongi once you saw the men he was with that night when you first saw him. However, he was not with them. They lingered around, eyes towards the stage as they drank from a bottle they brought in themselves.Â
âWhereâs Yoongi?â you asked the men as the night was slowing down. Eyes turned towards you for a moment, each of them wide at the sight of you speaking to them. âHello?â
âWe shouldnât be talking to you.â one man - dark hair with glasses - speaks first.
âI-IâŚâ you knit your brows. âWhy not?â
âYouâre Sugaâs girl.â another one speaks - same dark hair shaved into a low buzz cut. âWe respect you.â
âAnd shouldnât be talking to you.â
You scoff in disbelief. âIâm not his girl.â you hiss - but they wouldnât believe you. You came up to them asking for Yoongi after all. âI...can you just tell me where he is.â
The one with the glasses shrugs his shoulders. âWe were told to keep an eye-â
âShut up.â another man - wearing a hat - hisses. âHe doesnât want her to know that.â
What you were gathering by the menâs words was Yoongi had these men here for the sole purpose of keeping an eye out on you - and now you were even more livid.Â
âTell Yoongi I want to see him tomorrow night.â you tell them, eyes to look at each of their faces.Â
The men nod their heads and you take your leave.
The following night was one of anticipation. You waited for Yoongi to arrive and when he had, you stood straighter. His eyes met yours and the moment you thought was yours was not.Â
Yoongi ignored you. He strolled by without a second glance or a smile. He sat furthest from the bar with the same men - even more men than before - and ignored you.
Your heart sank and for a moment, you contemplated what youâve done.
But your self pity was then met with anger.
Yoongi was avoiding you and you had not a single reason why. You and him hit it off the last time you saw him - he had taken you home insisting that he would see you once more. He had gone radio silent and now refused to look your way.
You have decided now.
Min Yoongi was going to act like you didnât exist, then you were going to do the same. He didnât deserve the luxury of calling you his girl if he was going to ignore you the entire time. You were going to have Min Yoongi come to you.
âHow long have you been bartending?â
Your eyes widened at the man's question. He was the first in weeks to directly talk to you and make eye contact.Â
âNot long.â you smile, showing your teeth. You manage to not look Yoongiâs way to see if he was watching you. âIâm actually new here.â
The man nods. âI can tell. Youâre a little heavy handed with drinks.â
You laughed at any and every joke the man said - even if it did hurt your stomach to do so with such dramatics.Â
âAnother shot?â you ask the man, raising your bottle towards him. You made it your mission to show your breast as much as you possibly could - that and to bat your eyelashes.Â
âS-Sure.â the man slurs.
You lick your lips. In that moment, your head turns and your eyes lock with dark ones. The club is packed and the music is blaring, but you can easily find Yoongi in the crowd. He isnât far this time, leaning against a wall watching you intently.Â
You continue to watch Yoongi, unsure how you managed to not fuck up. Your freehand grasps the man's chin, tip his head back and pour the alcohol in the man's mouth. You turn your eyes away from Yoongi when you see him stand straighter.Â
âYouâre a wild one.â the man says once the alcohol hits his throat. âYeah?â you say, smiling at him. You engulf the man in a quick - unsolicited, kiss. It doesnât feel right - you didnât indulge in things like this with men you didnât know. However, you wanted to piss Yoongi off when you knew he was watching.
You release the man's lips and giggle cutely. Your eyes turn once more and notice that Yoongi was not where he was when you last saw him.Â
You flinch when the bottle in your hand explodes with a loud shot. You shuffle away from the man as another shot rings out. Thereâs screaming throughout the club and then running, women and men all scattering to get out.Â
You look over the bar with wide eyes at the man. Heâs clenching his thigh while blood oozes out from it.
âW-What the fuck?â the man hisses when heâs suddenly kicked to the side, discarded. Your eyes, painfully slow, raised to who it was.
âWhat were you trying to do, Y/N?â
MIn Yoongi.
Of course it was Min Yoongi.
âYoongi did you-â
âOf course I did.â Yoongi interrupts you. âLetâs go. Weâre leaving.â
You shake your head in disbelief. The club is slowly evacuated, leaving no one but Yoongi, you and a few of his men - and the man that has been shot and now staining the club's floor.Â
âIâm not going anywhere with you!â you hiss at Yoongi. âYou shot a man-â
âThat you were using to provoke me!â Yoongi slams his hand down at the bar table as he yells. âIâm sorry.â he says with a shake of his head when you flinch at his tone. âI donât want to yell at you, Y/N.â
You inhale slightly.Â
âYou knew what you were doing, Y/N. Trying to make me jealous.â
âNow you want to talk to me?â you scoff in disbelief. âAfter you ignored all this time? Had me stop performing because I was,â you lift your hand to do air quotations. âSugaâs girl.â
âYou are my girl.â Yoongi hisses. âThatâs why I donât want you working in this club. This is why I pay you every night a large sum of money in hopes youâd stop coming back to this place.â
Youâre silent at Yoongiâs words, and he continues.Â
âI want you to go back to school and do what you were doing before this.â Yoongi sighs. âCome with me, Y/N. We can talk about it at home.â
You want to shake your head and deny Yoongi - you want to scream and yell that he didnât deserve you after ignoring you. But then you look into his eyes and know that you werenât going to do any of that.
âOkay.â you nod your head, caving all too quickly for the very man you claim to hate not too long ago.Â
You round the corner just as Yoongiâs men gathered the bleeding man in their arms, taking him somewhere you were exactly unsure of.Â
âHeâll be okay.â Yoongi assures, wrapping an arm around you. âPoor fool didnât know you were my girl.â
You gulp as Yoongi presses a kiss to your temple, a feeling in the pit of your heart that sinks lower between your legs at the pet name.
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okay okay but like could you do hcs about Jason grace x shy/cutesy fem!reader?? It would be so cute omgg everyone looks up to Jason as this intimidating badass leader but his gf is just the cutest, softest, most adorable lil thing ever??
*ŕŠâ he don't bite! (yes he do!)
content: jason grace x reader; hcs
warnings: none?? i made this more camp jupiter based tho sorry
note: THIS REQUEST WAS SOO CUTSEY OMGGG jason is a doberman bf fr
so like yk how everyone in camp jupiter sees him as this super tough guy???
who wouldnt; he was the former praetor, son of jupiter himself, literally trained for war since he was a toddler
why is a guy like that walking around with YOU??
the most sweetest girl to ever grace the earth
how does that even happen?
jason is quite literally marching around with perfect posture, glaring at everyone (he's really just squinting cause he forgot his glasses... again)
and then he sees you!!
even with shit eyesight he knows the shape of you by heart
and his whole demeanor just?? softens? lights up? relaxes? all of the above
it was just such a rough day for him; he forgets everybody around him and just scoops you into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck
a bit of an awkward position with him having to bend down at a weird angle but he doesnt care!!
he just wants to hold you and have you hold him and cuddle :((
meanwhile everyones like WTF WHO ARE YOU AND IS THIS REALLY JASON
literally melts in your arms the second you hug him back
"you wanna go rest?" you whisper into the crook of his neck, to which he nodded against your shoulder. you laughed lightly and pulled away, or at least tried to. "let's go then."
he begrudgingly let you out of his arms, following behind you
everybody else is still reeling in shock btw
you guys were the TALK OF THE TOWN for WEEKS after
one of those things where youd never guess but when you know abt it, it just makes SO much sense
you guys are polar opposites in such a good way (to everybody else at least)
cuddling with you is his best relaxing thing to do
you literally had to get him a life cause the only things he knew to do were work and fight
bro has never had a day off like ever
once you two started dating, he was introduced to the most addicting drug: physical touch
he was probably really shy at first; really really likes it but feels like he doesnt deserve it cause all hes been treated with is harshness
and hes unused to being so gently handled
(someone give him a hug fr)
which is what YOU did!
now he love loves it, especially on days like these when everythings just too much and all he wants to do is unwind
runs to you like a puppy
LOVE LOVES being the little spoon even though hes shy abt it
he can do both but smth abt being held instead of doing the holding for once makes his heart heavy in a bittersweet way
would spend all day in your arms if he could just get out of his workaholic attitude (which is never, but hes doing better with you)
okay, we can all agree jason is scary when hes mad
which is USUALLY unlikely unless someone hurts his friends or smth like that
but sometimes he just looks mad and if you werent close to him, you wouldnt be able to tell the difference
but back to him being MAD mad
like, abt to beat the living (dead?) shit out of a monster mad because there is one RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU EW GET IT OFF
he just, did NOT NEED THAT TODAY HES TIRED AND SAD AND that was his breaking point
unleashes HELL on that poor monster, literally calls down a whole storm
the skies turn dark, clouds heavy with rain and the whole camp just looks up like ??? was this on the weather forecast
then it starts raining LIGHTNING and they all know who it is
and go inside and hide
was it a bit overdramatic? yes, but jason deserves to be dramatic sometimes
once he FINALLY finishes the job, he stomps back into the camp, terminus even taking note and doesnt say anything quippy
youd think he has the plague by the way people make room for him to walk
but then you poke through the crowd and spot him. "jason?"
hed know your voice anywhere, his head immediately turning to the direction he heard it
you were already right next to him, rubbing his arm and giving him your signature sweet smile
the stormy air around him seemed to part for you, like you were sun seeping through the cracks in the clouds
"y/n," he greeted you warmly, linking your arms together
what an odd sight the two of you made, but a cute one nonetheless!
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Old Moon immediately dipping off to do his own stuff instead of being there for Sun, when Nexus' death isn't even emotionally impactful enough to him to justify wanting space, is #1 reminder why New Moon was the better brother because dude.
What the actual hell is currently more important to you right now than being in, at least the same area as Sun. Why?
Fr like, I understand that Moon is not good with his emotions or handling emotionally charged situations but- How can he just go to work when Sun is having a meltdown in his room? I could feel all of Solar's desire to slap Moon so hard.
It's- frustrating
Moon promised to be a better brother and he was "trying" but he keeps doing things that push Sun's boundaries over and over again; he keeps yelling at him when he's angry, he keeps pushing him too, he keeps not trying to understand Sun's feelings, he keeps wanting to kill every little problem. And Sun (and even Solar) have already told him a thousand times that killing is never the best option but nope! Old Moon wants to kill!
And now Sun is in his room crying with only Solar there to comfort him because they are the only ones who truly understand how tough the situation is. Sun lost a brother whom he himself saw born and helped raise. Solar lost the first person who welcomed him into a new home and was a safe place for a year. They are both devastated but OM? OM doesn't care, and if he does, he doesn't show it.
To OM, Nexus was just the impostor who usurped his position for a year, the villain who hurt his family, and now Nexus is dead so everything is okay now! (I'm looking at you two too, Lunar and Monty). I feel like Moon not wanting to go support Sun because he âdoesnât know how to handle emotionsâ and because heâs never done it before and âit would be weird to start nowâ is proof that he hasnât really improved at all. Stop worrying about yourself and go give Sun a hug, for god's sake.
New Moon would have already showered Sun with hugs and reassuring words telling him that everything would be okay and that he is there for him, just like he helped Sun when the hallucinations with BM continued.
Sigh. And Lunar not showing even the slightest intention to go see if Sun was okay hurt me so much. Lunar has slowly stopped caring about his family and it's so frustrating to see him be so apathetic.
Welp, I went on a rant, I'm so sorry XD These episodes have been so anticlimactic and frustrating that I couldn't help it. I really have no ideas or hopes for anything to happen, I just want to see Sun and Solar talk about Nexus, remembering all the goods he did.
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Leon Kennedy is Autistic: An Analysis by an Autistic Person
DISCLAIMER: This post and all the points I make are highly based on my OWN experiences. I often find parallels between my experiences as a disabled individual and characters I love to help me better cope with and process my feelings. Hate will not be tolerated!!!
Before I get started, Iâd like to say that this is not even me scratching the SURFACE of the things I could analyze about Leon and apply to various autistic experiences, this is mostly just the things that resonate with me the most.
Parallel Play/Preferring to Work Alone
It could be attributed to trauma, and the fact he works in a government agency, but Leon has always been the flying solo type. Missions in which it would be better if multiple people worked on it (RE4) HOWEVER! Whenever he does work with others, he often goes off on his own and leaves whoever he's with to deal with what's there (DI, Leon going off immediately after being vaccinated by Rebecca)
Difficulty Communicating/Identifying Emotions
This also plays into the difficulty making friends and maintaining friendships aspect of being autistic. There isn't any direct/obvious representations of this occurring in the franchise, but it can be inferred based upon his interaction with Chris and Rebecca in RE: Vendetta when the two try to recruit Leon on their mission because of the intel he has on the type of BOWs they're dealing with. Speaking of RE: Vendetta, it can also be noted that Leon copes with his inability to cope with/regulate his emotions by drinking, and this is a habit he always had. In fact, he's essentially hung over in RE2, having drunk his feelings away after being broken up with the night before the Raccoon City incident, and he is literally drinking on the job in Damnation. Essentially, he's canonically an alcoholic. As an autistic person, sometimes I would turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with my emotional dysregulation, especially when I was unaware that I was autistic.
Leon isn't a very emotional person in general, again, It could be chalked up to trauma, but lack of emotional expression is also a common experience/trait amongst autistics.
âInappropriateâ Responses to Situations
GODDDD this one is SO prominent in RE4R (hell, even the OG), Infinite Darkness actually everything he's in, I can name at LEAST 2 examples of this. To keep this short, I'll just name ones that I relate painfully hard to, and ones that I find hilarious.
To start, WHENEVR HE JUST SAYS "ok đ§" in response to an emotional moment. RE2R, when Claire introduces him to Sherry, in RE4R, when Ashley hugs him and expresses her relief that he's okay, and in Infinite Darkness whenever he checks up on Patrick after the White House Outbreak. It never fails to make me lose it because he's just like me fr.
Thists a sillier one, but I want to mention it because it's so mecore.
Thank you to @highball66 for doing the lord's work of translating the Death Island manga yall seriously heâs a legendđ
When Leon sends selfies of him on missions. That's it. He just sends it to Hunnigan and I think it's great.
Sensory Issues
Okay, I KNOW LEON IS A GOVERNMENT AGENT AND NEEDS SOME LEVEL OF GEAR ON MISSIONS BUT!!!!! Half the time he isn't even wearing a full set, not even a bullet proof vest. HOWEVER, I did notice that one thing he CONSISTENTLY wears (with the exception of a few instances) is GLOVES!!! This is more of a personal headcannon, but I like to think he's sensitive to texture, especially when handling guns and such, so he wears gloves, so it doesn't feel as terrible. To further back up his sensitivity to texture, in Death Island, after the Dylan BOW explodes and splashes water everywhere, Chris doesn't seem to care about being covered in water while Leon is flicking the water off him.
Literal Thinking - Coming off as Rude/Inappropriate Unintentionally
GODDDDD this is another big one, but Iâll only cover the ones that I relate to a lot to save time. Starting with his initial encounter with Jill in Death Island, theyâre being chased by lickers andâŚwell..this interaction
Exhibit B: This scene. Heâs just so nonchalant about it and I do the exact same thing without likeâŚintentionally being a âsmartassâ or whatever, Iâm just being honest đ§. Jillâs âOhđâ at the end of the scene is really what made it hit home, because thatâs how people typically react when i have a similar interaction with them
ANOTHER THING!!! All of the instances in which Leon casually asks âso you wanna get dinner?â Or something along those lines. Itâs often interpreted as a poor attempt at flirting, but personally, I think he genuinely just wants food, and he doesnât understand why ppl are like 𤨠when he asks. He just wants a nice dinner with a nice lady :(
Hyper-empathy
Small disclaimer here, autism is a SPECTRUM. And our empathy levels fluctuate every day. In Leonâs case, I see him being hyper-empathetic, much like myself. And being able to empathize so easily with people is incredibly draining. Additionally, a huge thing that is common among autistics is how we tend to respond to people who are sharing their struggles with us sharing our OWN experiences that are similar to theirs, and it often comes off as egocentric and selfish to âmake it about usâ, but in reality, thatâs our way of saying that we understand what youâre going through, and it helps us process how you may be feeling as well. There are many scenes I could pull from, but I want to talk about one specifically in Infinite Darkness since it resonates so much with me:
The scene within ID in which Jason is having a nightmare, and Leon wakes him up, immediately asking him if he wants to talk about it. Jason recalls the nightmare and his trauma about Penamstan to Leon, and says that he has no idea what it was like, and Leon responds talking about his experience in Raccoon City, and how that affected him similarly
Special Interests & Using Media to Communicate Feelings
There are many aspects of this I could talk about, but Iâve already written 10 pages worth already in this post, so Iâll speed through it.
Personally, I think Leon has a special interest in film! He makes several references throughout the franchise, many of which are overlooked. Personally, my favorite reference he makes is in RE: Vendetta to Pulp Fiction (I think) when Chris and Rebecca confront him during his âvacationâ
Final Notes/Conclusion
I had to cut a LOT out from my original mini-essay I wrote about this to fit it better on here, and make it not as boring to read lmao, but I hope you enjoyed my silly little analysis! I love being able to relate my experiences to others, fictional or otherwise, as it helps me feel less alone, and be able to process and cope with what makes my disability aâŚwell, a disability. I hope fellow autistics find some solace in this as well, and please let me know your additional thoughts about this topic if youâre a fellow autistic Leon Kennedy headcannoner!!!
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Memories | D. Ricciardo
Summary: Daniel's return to RedBull is not just a return to the team, it's a return to you but it just might be too late for that.
Based on the song Memories by Conan Gray
Warnings: angst, fluff, coarse language
Word Count: 2.9k+
Note: this is a repost of a one shot from my old account. Felt like I should start with this since Dannyâs back on the grid.
The chapter that seemed like it was never ending has finally ended. Daniel is free from McLaren. It wasn't just a team-oh how he wishes it was-it was worse than anything he could've possibly been through.
Or so he thought.
Signing the papers at RedBull to be a third driver wasn't something he thought he'd ever do. But the team treated him better than McLaren ever could. So he was happy. Glad to return to a place where his mental health could be at ease.
That was, until he remembered everything that happened once he left. He remembered how things ended between you and him.
âIt's been a couple of monthsâ
You can't say that you're happy but at least you're better than you were a while ago. When you heard the news of Daniel Ricciardo returning to RedBull, it was an overload of emotions that you kept locked away.
âThat's just about enough time for me to stop crying when I look at all the picturesâ
You remember the first day you met Daniel, all those years ago when you joined the team to handle the social media side of it all. You two were well acquainted from the moment you began. He was one of the very few people who personally welcomed you in the team.
Then, you sat right beside him, giving him a little special treatment as you showed him the photos you were planning on posting to the team's socials. It was of him, smiling wide as he always did, while talking to his teammate.
It's been a long time since then, so you never thought you'd be the one posting the photo of him once again clad in a RedBull team shirt.
âNow I kinda smile, I haven't felt that in a whileâ
You briefly forgot about his return to the team-well truthfully, you were trying to avoid it as much as you could. You weren't upset that he was returning, you were just trying to wrap your head around the fact that you'd have to see him more often. Hearing his accented voice, laughs, jokes wasn't something you could prepare for.
You could avoid him when he was at McLaren, but you didn't need to as much. Mainly because he never came to the garage just for you.
He was in too deep with the mess at McLaren since day two, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't make the time out too come see you. You knew parts of what happened at McLaren through Max, because Daniel would always talk to him. It hurt that he didn't come to you. You thought that you would still be the person he'd come to with his problems, not run away from.
Fortunately, you didn't see him at all since the announcement. Well, you were invited at a party where everyone was welcoming him but you didn't go because you weren't feeling well. Which was kind of a lie.
However, you didn't know that Daniel was only excited for the gathering because he wanted to see you. It was selfish, wanting to see you when he was the one who ended things, but if he wasn't selfish now, then he'd lose everything he needed.
Maybe he already did but he didn't want to accept it.
Once he set his mind on something, he would do anything to complete it. And now, he wanted to see you.
âIt's late, I hear the door
Bell ringing, and it's pouringâ
You should be asleep by now, it's midnight and you have an early day tomorrow. But you couldn't. You want to believe that it's because you slept in today, but you know deep down that it's not.
It's hard to submit to the silence of the night when you don't want to be lonely. Fighting that thought, you step out in the kitchen to fill a glass of water. But that is long forgotten when you hear a knock on the door. You want to believe that it's just the sound of rain tapping against the wooden door.
You stood there, frozen as you watched the door, knowing that someone was standing on the other side. And you knew who it was, just didn't want to accept it yet.
Then, the doorbell rang, making you flinch as the sound was quite loud compared to the soft patter of the rain against the glass. Taking a deep breath, you decided to feel a bit of pity on the man, knowing him well enough that he didn't bring an umbrella with him.
âI open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entranceâ
As expected, all he had on was a hood that was now soaking wet. His curls laid flat on his forehead, matted due to the rain.
His eyes no longer had the brightness in them that they once did. You felt bad, but didn't say anything.
Daniel felt relief as soon as he saw you. His arms were itching to wrap around you. "Hi" he said, but his voice was rough, as if he didn't say a single word in a long time. Well, he didn't, to you.
You didn't respond. You might've been friends and something more before, but right now you did not want to engage in a normal conversation with him. Nothing in between you two was normal.
âYou just wanna talk, and I can't turn away a wet dogâ
You gave in after he asked to come inside a few times. The first few times you denied, but he didn't let up. The only reason you let him in was because it was raining outside, and you didn't want him to get sick.
God, he was so clingy when sick. He would avoid you when he starts to notice that he wasn't feeling the best. But the calls and messages wouldn't stop, in fact, it would increase. Regular messages became phone calls, then video calls because he claimed that he couldn't go a day without seeing your face.
Then, when you would show up with some essentials to help him feel better-because all what he would do is try to sleep it off which never worked-he wouldn't like it at first. You would stand at the door, while he would try to hide the smile growing on his face knowing that you want to take care of him. But maybe you shouldn't have, because not only did you get sick, but you began getting used to being around him.
âBut please, don't ruin this for me
Please, don't make it harder than it already isâ
You turned around but his hand instantly caught yours, turning you back around to face him, pulling you towards him. Your other hand landed on his chest to stop you from being fully pressed against him.
You looked up and just for a moment you got lost in his eyes. Being so close felt familiar yet so strange. The memories of all the times you were this close played in your mind like a movie, but that's all it was, memories.
"I'm sorry" he spoke, and perhaps it was the wrong words to start with because you were brought back to the present and immediately moved away from him.
âI'm trying to get over this
I wish that you would stay in my memoriesâ
"No" you whispered, quiet enough that he didn't hear the first time. "Don't say that" you continued, louder this time.
Tears were stinging your eyes, but you put in all the effort to hold them back. You didn't want to be weak in front of him. You couldn't, not anymore.
He stepped closer to you again, placing his hands on your cheeks, "but it's true. I miss you"
You brought your hands up to his, making him think you're giving in but you tore his hands away from your face. Not wanting his touch.
���But you show up today just to ruin thingsâ
"How can you miss me if you're the one who walked away?" You asked, not expecting a response so you walked further into your house.
You knew he wouldn't leave, which meant that you could do one of two things; try to sleep while he's in your house, or stay awake and convince him to leave.
You knew you wouldn't be able to sleep, so you decided on the second option. Walking to the kitchen, you took out two bottles of a stronger form of alcohol.
He followed you inside, looking around at the house he's seen plenty of times, still the same. He muttered a "thanks" when you passed him the bottle with little expression on your face.
You sat on the couch while he stood there, watching you. He was in a familiar place, with a familiar person, but it felt so strange. And this was all because of him.
âI wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized
But you're not letting me do that 'cause tonight, you're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in a fetal positionâ
"Why weren't you at the party?" He asked, a simple question that held a stronger meaning behind. "Wasn't feeling well" you simply replied but you knew that he knew it was a lie.
You took a swig of the alcohol, wanting some liquid courage to say what you've been planning to for all this time. "You know, you don't have to come here just because you're joining the team again."
"That's what you think I'm here for?" He asked, incredulously. You looked up at him but quickly broke the eye contact because it became too overbearing, "why else?"
He sat on the couch in front of you, "there used to be a time where you didn't question me even if I came this late"
You scoffed, "why are you acting like I'm the one who ended things when you're the one who woke up one day and decided to act like we were strangers?"
âToo busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say 'I wish that you would stay in my memories'
"I wish I didn't" he hung his head low. It was quiet for a few moments but the silence was deafening. "Yeah, I wish you didn't."
âIn my memories, stay in my memoriesâ
You looked around everywhere to avoid his eyes, but his were fixated on you. He still looked at you with that loving emotion, but the only difference was that his eyes also held pain in them. His bubble was bursting, and he didn't know what to do.
Standing up, you placed the empty bottle on the counter and walked towards your room. As expected, he followed.
"You know what, I'm actually glad that you're here. It'll save me a trip." You spoke as you walked to your closet, sorting through the clothes that belonged to him.
Your actions were rough, probably because of the alcohol. You never had the chance to get rid of his stuff. His stupidly expensive clothes that always smelt like him.
One by one, you threw his clothes at him in frustration. He didn't budge, letting his clothes fall to the floor as he watched you. Taking out the last hoodie you had of his, you remembered when he gave it to you.
It was raining, quite like tonight, but the circumstance was very different. That night, you two were completely sober, but drunk off of each other's presence. Walking to his home, both of you were soaking wet.
Daniel gave you a towel, telling you to go take a warm shower while he laid out his clothes for you. He was very tempted to join you, but he chose not to.
His clothes smelt like him, and you were instantly comforted. But now, that scent overwhelmed you, reminded you of what you were and what you could've been.
Throwing that last piece of clothing at him from a closer distance, you began hitting your fists against his chest. "You left me Dan. You fucking left me. God we were doing so well, I was so happy with you. But no, you had to pull some shitty move and ruin it all."
He let you express your frustration until you started crying. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. "I know, baby, I'm sorry"
âNow I can't say, 'goodbye' if you'll stay here the whole night you see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginningâ
He sighed in relief when he felt your arms tightly wrap around his body. He knew he had a lot to work for; your trust, your love, and you. But he would do it. All for you.
âOver and over again, I promise that the ending always stays the sameâ
His relief was very brief, because you parted away from him. Not completely because you were still in his grasp, but you were still stiff, letting him know that you were still on the edge.
"I promise I'll fix everything" he spoke, wiping your tears. You began shaking your head, "you can't"
"Give me a chance, my love, yes we can"
âSo there's no good reason in make-believingâ
"You're holding on to a dream, Daniel, a memory. I'm trying my best to move on, so please just let me" you pleaded, moving away from him what felt like the millionth time.
âThat we could ever exist again, I can't be your friend, can't be your loverâ
"I don't want us to be a memory, that would kill me" he closed his eyes, not wanting to believe that there would be a future without you. "I don't want you to move on, I know you have a little bit of love for me in your heart."
âCan't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love with someone other than meâ
"Call me selfish but I don't want to see you with someone else." He continued while you were at a loss for words. Daniel held your hands, wanting something, someone-you-to ground him. He longed for your presence, your warmth.
You two stood there in silence, once again. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears.
Moving your hands out of his grasp, he hung his head low again, thinking that he lost you forever. Instead of walking away like he expected you to, you lifted his head by placing your fingers underneath his chin.
You realized that he was crying. No matter how bad things got, you've never once seen him cry. But that was because he was always happy around you. He never once felt like he did now in front of you.
Even now, his tears weren't because of you, it was because he believe that he failed. He failed because his love wasn't enough for you.
âSince you came, I'll let you stayâ
"You never give up, do you?" You asked, still sniffling. "For you, never"
"You're not going to leave me again right?" As soon as you got the words out, he began shaking his head, "not until I die"
You placed your finger on his lips, not wanting to hear such absurd thoughts, "don't you dare think about dying"
"You can't live without a heart, and the thing is, you own mine" he stated like it was a true fact. To him, you always owned his heart.
"You own mine too, always did, always will" those words made him realize that you didn't want him to leave.
He smiled, through the tears that you wiped away. "Does that mean-" he started but cut himself off when you nodded. "I still hate you for leaving me"
He hugged you, so tightly that it was almost suffocating. But, his love was all you needed to stay alive.
When he parted away from you, he still held on to you, thinking that if he let go, you'll fade away.
"I love you so, so, so much" he expressed, new tears were stinging his eyes. But it was tears of relief.
He didn't know what he'd do if you turned him down. He didn't want to think about it anymore.
"I love you" you smiled for the first time that night, resting your arms around his shoulders.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked, like a school boy asking his crush for the first time ever.
You nodded, and he didn't waste a single second before claiming your lips in a slow, loving kiss. He might've asked like a young school boy but his kiss was nothing like it.
Parting away, you commented on the fact that his clothes were still very much wet, and now yours too because he was still embracing you.
"Go take a shower, or you'll get sick" you instructed. He hesitated at first, and you noticed it. "I'm not going anywhere"
"Promise?"
"I promise"
He pressed another short kiss to your lips before walking towards the bathroom. And you were on your way, making some soup because you knew that he would surely be sick.
And for the first time in a long time, you knew that everything would be alright. Because he was with you.
Your lover, your everything, your Danny.
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Good in a Crisis or just in Crisis?
Right, this may be the hardest of the post I wanted to write post-Monza. In fact I've been trying to think for two weeks how to word this without getting cancelled. I think though by using the events of the last two weekends I can give examples that can support my thoughts.
I'm going to start by being clear, if from my previous posts you think this is going to be an Oscar take down, it's not. Fair warning.
So really this starts with a story Nicole Piastri told in the Red Flag podcast. How when out with Oscar on a bike ride she ended up going over the handle bars of the bike. According to her, Oscar calmly and almost emotionlessly asked if she was ok? They get back home and find that the heart monitor he was wearing registered his heart rate through the roof and he had clearly been worried and panicing. But that was not what came across.
And there was the first lightbulb, Oscar doesn't seem to know how to convey his emotions or react in the way you would expect. There also seemed to be an obliviousness of anything beyond him and his immediate surroundings. (Iâm not developing that any further, drawn your own conclusions).
Suddenly the myth of his mental strength, Kimi-esque cool doesn't read the same way. And as my brain can literally make me the foreshadowing, pessimistic prophet of doom at a kids birthday party, my gut feeling was, this won't end well.
Little did I know, I'd have to wait less than two weeks to be proven right.
McLaren arrived in Zandvoort with a Lando determined to make it clear he was going for the World Championship. We know what happened next. Lando takes pole and the win. Oscar finishes 4th. Fast forwarded to a Lando the media fell over itself for and a clearly unhappy Oscar in the media pen.
Thing is, this has been a regular situation this year. Lando has taken 4 poles and stood on the podium 10 out of 16 races. Oscar has been up there 5 times and his maiden win was questionable at best.
And then something seemingly insignificant to McLaren happened. Williams ditches Logan due to poor results. The team seemingly deciding he wasn't good enough and ended his F1 career.
Last weekend in Italy, we discovered how much all this is weighing on Oscarâs mind.
At the end of qualifying, Lando once again is on pole and as Oscar walked to the podium for personal effects he threw his gloves down. Lando had to go to him, he didn't go to congratulate Lando. Oscar was annoyed at missing pole again in his interview. You could see the frustration was simmering.
And then Sunday. Anyone who knows anything about racing knows what was in the best interest of McLaren. Finish lap 1 leading the field, build a gap, control the pace, use DRS to race each other.
No. Lando fully trusting Oscar to do the team thing and made no defence into turn 3 thinking he wouldnât need to. Oscar, by his own later admission believed it was "his only way to win the race" and went for the lunge.
Was it a brilliant overtake? Yes though there was no defence put up.
Was it necessary? I think the only person who thought so was Oscar.
Did McLaren finish lap 1 first and second and go on to control the race? Nope.
Oscar had not reacted in the way anyone expected him to.
After the race the team and Lando called the move "aggressive", "risky" and "unexpected". Zak even had to concede it nearly resulted in Lando spinning. Oscar meanwhile didnât seem to see anything wrong with what he had done.
They should have left Monza leading the Constructors Championship. Instead they still trail Red Bull by 8 points.
Ultimately with Max so far down the field it didn't really matter what order they finished 1-2. What mattered was finishing 1-2.
Post-race Oscar seemed annoyed and frustrated he hadn't made this win stick. He has risked so much and come away with slim pickings. The press afterwards didnât get any better, taking swipes at Lance and refusing to address the question of team orders.
Ultimately we now know from the tyre data Oscar was never going to be able to make a 1 stop work, but Lando might have. The only person who was a safe bet was Lewis, but Mercedes were having their own WTF problems further down the pitlane. However from lap 1, Charles was chasing Oscar and Lando was having to keep up with them trying to salvage McLarenâs strategy.
The root of the problem was created on a sunny day in July, just outside of Budapest. By gifting Oscar the win in Hungary, McLaren have created a double headed monster.
You have Oscar who on reflection sees that having a teammate slow down for you (because you admit you can't catch them up) is a poor way to win a race when a championship isn't on the line. He wants to banish that hanging over his head as quickly as possible. Team orders are not going to help that. Chances are they will result in no real possibility of another win till 2025!
However, on that day your team promised you and they would help Lando to win a championship in exchange for said win.
And where does that leave Oscar. Frustrated. Unhappy and pegged as "mentally strong". What Oscar really needs right now is a Lando/Charles/Max esque rant and brutal critic of himself. You can see its all beginning to get to him.
In Hungary he took himself off the track a couple of times unprovoked. In Spa he went long in his pitbox. In Monza destroying the tyres to try and build a lead and then being too aggressive into the pitbox again. Because he doesn't let emotions out, they are beginning to effect what he could potentially achieve.
So how do we go forward. Firstly, for his sake, lets drop the mentally strong tag. Lando is mentally strong. He went through lockdown alone. He has driven through grief, tonsilitis, and a broken rib (yes really) on top of the nerves he freely admits. If he has a rant in the cockpit or berates himself after the race so be it. Itâs better than carrying it round with you like luggage from race to race.
That's what I hope Oscar learns. Emotion in this sport is a good thing. The team is not going to dump you for admitting you fear being labelled as a contested one race winner. He may find they turn round and say we are sorry, in hindsight that wasn't fair for us to do to you. Tell them you want the qualifying stats to be more equal, they will help you improve. Apologise to the team that your actions in turn 3 were selfish, you thought they would work but you admit they cost the team. They will have more respect for you.
Secondly as fans, lets stop bigging up Oscar to a level he isn't at yet. Is he doing brilliantly for a second year driver? Yes, but his inexperience and immaturity is beginning to show. Lets embrace that as perfectly normal.
Oscar is very active on social media. He will have seen all the posts claiming he is better than Lando, he will win a championship before Lando. Yet the stats don't reflect that and I don't think Oscar feels that way right now. But he feels the pressure to be what the fans preach.
Oscar needs at least another year to be fully ready. It may take even more. There is no doubt he is a future world champion, but heâs still developing the arsenal of things he will need to do that. He just wants itâs all now, last week, last August was probably later than he wanted, but how he learns to emote and react to the highs and lows of F1 is going to be crucial.
After-all, his mechanics have only got so many toes between them.
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friends to lovers with jaime reyes please? the movie had me in my feels fr âźď¸
From Friends to Something More?
Characters: Jaime Reyes x Fem!reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Summary: (Requested) thanks and same, I full on cried during the movie. After you experienced a bad break up, Jaime is there to pick up the pieces. đ
Warnings: pinning, jealousy,
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All you wanted to was sink into your couch and continued shoving ice cream into your mouth.
Your long time boyfriend for 5 years decided to dump you, right out of the blue. And it was a simple text, cold and distant.
âWeâre done,â the message read and he blocked you on everything.
You were shocked, confused, angry. But all you could feel was numbness. I mean, you two were going through a rough patch in your relationship but it was nothing you couldnât handle.
Well, thatâs what you thought at least. So for a day, you laid in bed, self pity fulling your body when you eventually stopped being numb. You had turned off your phone the night before.
Knowing yourself, you wouldâve scrolled through your texts threads looking for any and all indicating that he was going to break up with you. Reading in between the lines, dissecting the words over and over again until you couldâve recite most of the messages.
It was getting ugly and unhealthy pretty fast so you decided to unplug for a bit, within the comfortable confines of your apartment. You didnât feel strong enough to brave the outside yet.
You and your ex lived pretty close to each other, which once was a blessing now a curse.
You didnât know where he could be out and about so you decided to take advantage of Grubhub and Instacart. You rarely used them because of their rather high prices but youâll make an exception.
Thereâs a knock on your front door and you could only assume itâs the deliver person. You chose the option no contact because you looked like a mess with red, puffy eyes and letâs not even talk about the hair.
You opened the door, expecting to see groceries but you saw Jaime and groceries.
You hastily attempted to make yourself look somewhat presentable, âWhatâŚwhat are you doing here?â
He lets himself in your apartment, taking off his shoes and placing the bags on the coffee table.
âYou havenât been answering my phone calls or texts.â He turned around and dragged his hand through his hair, âIâŚI know you said youâll offline but I was still worried for you. You just went dark outta the blue for weeks.â
âWell as you can see Iâm alive and well,â you laughed bitterly and gestured to yourself.
âWell?â He chuckled softly.
You bark out a laughâsomething you havenât done in a whileâand laid on the couch while Jaime packed away your groceries.
It was nice being with someone, especially with Jaime. You could never understand why but you just felt naturally at ease whenever Jaime was around. You needed your space but now you needed comfort.
âWhat do you want for dinner?â He asked.
âWhatâs in the fridge?â You responded.
While you bought groceries, well, there wasnât many things that you could make with them. Well, things that any sane person would eat anyway.
âOkay, so pizza then?â He suggested and flopped on to the couch next to you.
From how close you two were, you could smell the aftershave he used this morning, it smelt good.
No, no. Jaime is your friend, friend only. Nothing more, nothing less.
You broke out of your thoughts by Jaime snapping his fingers in front of you. He looked mildly concerned.
âAre you okay?â He asked and turned his whole body to get a better look at you.
âOh..yea, yea Iâm good. But yea pizza sounds great. Cheese, please?â
He didnât seem to believe you with the way he rolled his eyes however he let it go,âBut arenât you-â
You putted your finger to his mouth to shush him.
âItâs okay, Iâll be fine. Order please so it can come soon, and I wonât have to die of starvation,â you dramatically placed your arm over your eyes, which caused Jaime to laugh.
âOkay, okay. Just donât go crying to me when your stomach starts to hurt,â he warned.
âMy stomach doesnât hurt that bad when I eat cheese,â you confidently dismissed him, knowing you were lying through your teeth.
Soon the pizza came, and you and Jaime were half way through the Fast & Furious franchise.
âTheyâre coming out with a new movie,â Jaime informed you, his head resting on the palm of his hand.
You turned to him in shock, âReally? They still making movies?â
Jaime chuckled softly and itâs music to your ears, âYea, thatâs what my mom said.â After a while thereâs silence then, âShe misses you. They all do.â
You sighed, âYea I miss them too.â
I missed you too.
You wanted to desperately say that, to confess. It was hard to know if these feelings were romantic or platonic but you felt them deeply. And you were just dumped so maybe these feeling werenât real at all. Your just lonely and thatâs why these thoughts keep popping up in your brain.
Thatâs why your heart skips a beat whenever Jaimeâs hand graced your leg.
Thatâs why you feel tongue tied when he laughs or looks at you with those gorgeous eyes.
Thatâs why-
âAre you sure your okay?â He asked again, looking more concerned than last time.
You nodded, âOf course I am.â
âIf your gonna lie to my face, then at least learn to lie better,â he grumbled and moved slightly away for you. It was small but noticeable, and it hurted you.
âWhatâs your problem?â You asked with a glare on your face.
Jaime looked like he wanted to say something, like it was on the tip of his tongue but he shook his head and stayed quiet. The silence was loud and deafening.
You scooted closer on the couch to Jaime, the light from the tv lighting up the profile of his face, âOut with it. We both know that you wanna say it, so say it.â
He turned to face you, and thatâs when you noticed how close you two were. Closer than you were before, but you didnât let that distract you. You were on a mission.
He sighed, âItâs rude.â
You tilted your head, âAnd when has that every stopped you before?â
âI told you so,â was that left Jaime mouth. It was short, to the point but you understood.
You sighed and leaned your head against the couch, âYea, I know.â
âSo what did you even see in him?â Jaime asked.
I was tired of being lonely.
I was tired of longing.
I was tired of wanting something I couldnât have.
You scratched the back of your neck, âUm itâs stupid and I wanna forget about him.â
Jaime nodded and cracked a smile, âLike itâll be easy to forget him. Everything about him is unmemorable.â
You let out a low chuckle at his snide comment. Jaime never really liked your boyfriend, though he always kept his opinions to himself (or well attempted to anyway) and didnât start anything.
A comfortable silence had formed between the two of you as you both watched the movie. You still were stealing quick glances at Jaime, wishing you had the courage to just say what you wanted.
Before you knew it, your head was on his and you were fast asleep. You didnât see the soft smile on Jaimeâs face when he looked down at you, how much love that was in his eyes.
Maybe the feelings you have for him, arenât completely unrequited.
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Disarranged Marriage
Soap MacTavish x Black Fem Reader Smut
Strangers2Lovers, MeetCute, Viking!Soap, ApprenticeHealer!Reader
CW: porn wit plot fr, just met smashing, quiet sex
Word Count: 1391 (give or take)
My head pounded with a splitting headache and an aching pain in my chest as a sweet, hushed voice coaxed me from slumber. Dazed, I slowly opened my eyes as sunlight filtered into my vision, only to be met with the sight of her. I didnât know if I was seeing an angel or if she was this gorgeous. Maybe I'm just dizzy.Â
I blink again, seeing a little better through the sun's rays and better registering her faceâ her glowing dark skin, those pretty beauty marks, plump lips curved into a sweet smile... braided hair put up into a high ponytail. I even double-checked to confirm there wasn't a halo above her head. It didnât matter in the slightest, my heart was already thudding against my sore, heavily tattooed chest rapidly as my mind cleared.
âMarry me...â
Her eyes widen and her hand halts its slow movements on my chest. Shite. My cheeks immediately flush with embarrassment but when she giggles, my shoulders relax a little knowing I haven't offended her or anything. In an attempt to salvage my dignity, I clear my throat.
âUh...â I speak in my groggy voice, âWhat I meant was good morninâ, gorgeous.â
âIt's not morning, MacTavish. This morning was the tournament.â
âRight, right... and what happened to me...?âÂ
âI was told after you got bucked off your horse, a wild boar speared you with its tusk.â
My eyes widen at her words. Fuck, that sounds bad. I looked down at my chest to see what her hand was doingâ dabbing a rag over the large stitched-up gash across my left and center of my chest. I wince at the sight, grimacing. Fuck, that looks bad. I shift on the wooden cot, trying to find a comfortable position but the wound stings with the movement, scolding me to remain still.
âHow long have I been out?â
âAbout 4 hours, I'm afraid.â
âDamn, how bad is it?â
âPuttin' it bluntly, you should be dead. It's a pretty deep and over your heart.â
I raise my eyebrows in shock but I couldn't stop my voice from lowering an octave as I kept my eyes on hers.
"And, uh... just how deep is... pretty deep, lass?"
She bites her lip a little, clearing her throat. She lifts her hand from the rag and traces a finger up the length of my wound.
"Pretty deep would mean an inch or two from your aorta." Her finger gently circles the center of my chest, tapping over the organ she was referring to, "And seeing that you're already awake? You're the luckiest man I've ever met."
"I was thinking the exact same thing since I somehow ended up under the care of the most eye-catchin' angel Valhalla could send."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, I definitely do."
She looks away with a sheepish chuckle, no doubt hiding a blush before looking back at me. "I don't take the credit, MacTavish."
"Why not?"
"I can't."
"You should; I should be worshippin' you for helping me live to see an actual angel on Earth.â
âI'm only an apprentice healerâ the one cleaning you and your sutures every hour so you don't look as if you've been run over by a wagon. Twice.â
I let out a soft chuckle, impressed by her determination to deflect praise. "Your care isn't insignificant; wounds would get infected without your work. You saved me from looking like roadkill.â
I watch her work in silence for a few moments, appreciating the careful way she handles the bloodied rag and the meticulous way she blots my wound. My eyes canât help but wander up and down her figure, gaze taking in her chubby form, her curves, her focused eyes... her breasts. She wrings out the rag into a wooden bucket near my bed, filling it with blood-stained water.
âThere a name to go with that... absolutely gorgeous face oâ yours?â
She smirks, holding my flirty gaze with one of her own. â(Y/n) (L/n).â
âPleased to meet you, (Y/n). Iâm Johnny.â
âNice to meet you, Johnny.â
âYouâre good with your hands, yâknow?â
She pauses, her hand halting again. "What's that supposed to mean?â
âYouâre handlinâ me with care, arenât you? Your hands are soft, gentle, skilled... Makes me wonder what else youâre skilled atâŚâ
âOnly a Viking would flirt with an injury like this."Â
"Only a fool wouldn't-- 'specially upon seeing the most mesmerizing woman he's seen in all his life."
She laughs softly, "You know being stabbed hurts no less when a healer does it, right?â
I chuckle loudly. Dammit, stop flirting with her. This is a healer tending to my injury, not some tavern wench.
âOh, come now, no need for threats, love. Unless, you are betrothed...?â
âI am working... Johnny~â
âAh, clever evasion. So youâre a single lass thenâŚâ
âYes, and you are a patient.â
Oh, this is fun. âAnd what happens when Iâm not a patient anymore, love?â
âThen I would ignore you because you would be a recent patient.â
âYouâd ignore me? Even if I begged for your attention so brazenly the village knew?â
âYes, I'm told warriors don't make good partners.â
My eyebrows raise, intrigued by her comment. With a slight hiss of pain, I prop myself up on my arms, leaning my face closer to hers.
âAnd who said that?â I ask, my voice a low rumble.
âMany married women in the village.âÂ
I snort in amusement. âAnd who were these women married to?â
âWarriors.â
I let out a belly laugh. âOf course they would say that. They probably arenât satisfied with their husbands⌠But me? Oh I can tell you, love, Iâd make a damn good partner~â
âMhm... I'm sure.â
âYou donât sound convinced, lassie.â
"I'm not."Â
âMaybe Iâll have to prove it to you.â
She gasps and holds her hips. âAnd what's that s'posed to mean?â
âIt means Iâll have to show you that Iâd make a perfect partner, love."
âTch, and how ya plan on doinâ that with an injury this big?â
âSweetheart, this little thing isnât going to hold me back. Iâm a warrior, remember? Iâve had worse, and that never stopped me before.â
âI doubt that~â
I throw my head back, my laugh deep and hearty as a challenge presents itself.
âOh ye of little faith.â
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It wasnât long before I was behind a stack of crates in the corner of the healing cabin with my massive tattooed hand clamped over (Y/n)'s mouth to keep her adorable moans at bay each time my muscular thighs and pelvis collided with her plump ass. I bury my face in (Y/n)'s neck, my nose nuzzling the space behind her ear as my strokes become quick and deep, relishing the soft, brown skin that Iâve been dying to feel since I came to.
âUnh my god~â
âThatâs it... fuck yes~â
With every deep thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the small space while she gasps and pants softly into my hand, being sure to keep her palms planted firmly against the wall. Her moans being muffled by my calloused hand made my cock throb inside her, the knowledge that she has to bite her lip to not cry out is driving me wild.
"Ah f-fuck, how did I let you talk me into this?" She whispered.
I canât help but chuckle against her skin, repeatedly pulling her hips back to me. âUnh... oh fuck... Donât pretend you werenât interested from the start, lass.â
"Y-you're only sayinâ that cuz you asked me to marry you~"
âAnd it was a âyesâ.â
"N-no it wasn't."
I let out a quiet laugh and let go of (Y/n)âs hip to gently grab her by the chin, forcing those glazed-over eyes to meet mine over her shoulder.Â
âYeah? Then why am I with you like this right now?â
âI... I, ahââ
âHm?â I pull her chin up higher, forcing her to arch deeper, âWhy you lettinâ me do this to you, eh?âÂ
Before she can respond, I slam into her to make her gasp in shock at my sudden depth, her ass now completely flush against my pelvis as her body shudders against my aching chest. I growl lowly at the new and intense squeezing around my cock and continue to fuck her through her orgasm.
âO-Ooh shit, mnh~!â She moaned, her sounds of pleasure muffled behind my tattooed fingers.
âYou refuse my proposal but youâre lettinâ me make you cum like this? Taking care of you like a good husband should...?â
I press a kiss to her neck as her orgasm subsides, leaving nothing but aftershocks wracking her body. My hand released her chin to run down the curves of her side, my fingernails running lightly over the fabric of her tunic.
âMmh, nah... I think this...â I thrust deeply again, âIs you accepting my proposal.â
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