#his smile is so precious ♥ | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

monstersflashlight · 6 months ago

Note

idk if you want to make this a full on fic but I was just imagining trinket fairy reader with a dragon idk you wanna make it Platonic or not up to you, but I didn't imagine much only those two as pairings and how they might possibly bond

Sorry if it's really vague and not giving you much of an idea 😭

Love you and your writing ♥

Thank you! Means a lot. <3 Mmmmm I like your idea. I’m thinking of fairy and dragon with multiple forms, so in this piece they are in their more human-ish form, but the size difference is still big. Like he can be a basketball player kinda tall, and she can be like 30-40 cm shorter. Like BIG size difference, and lots of banter. I think It would be really fun to see them interact regarding his hoard. The idea of a trinket fairy taking all his things just to use them for gadgets and building new crazy stuff while driving him crazy, but not really bc he’s deeply in love with her… Peak storytelling. So yeah, that’s where my head is at with your idea, but make it spicy. Hope you like it!

Restaurant delight

Dragon x fairy fem!reader || teasing, banter, semi-public sex

You were having a dinner date, mandatory by his strict standards of what a relationship meant. You thought it was really funny how insistent he was about taking you out at least twice a month. He told you it was to keep the romance alive, and you didn’t mind, you liked to show off your big hunk of a dragon boyfriend.

“You need to stop taking things from my hoard,” he told you out of the blue as you were reaching for some garlic bread. You blinked slowly up at him, your wings twitching behind you.

“No.” You munched on some bread as he sputtered beside you.

“Wh-what? What do you mean no?” He looked confused and annoyed, a purple-ish blush creeping on his blue skin.

“What’s the point of having a dragon boyfriend if I can’t use your stuff to build cool gadgets?” Your logic was perfect. He had tons of stuff, you liked stuff. You took stuff, you build stuff. Easy, simple.

“I- You- No. They are my precious possessions,” he tried to argue.

“I took a plastic car.” You sent him an are you kidding me look. You didn’t want to be mean, but you also knew he really didn’t care that much about the things you took from his hoard. He had a ton of stuff, most of it he didn’t even know was there.

“It was shiny!” His exclamation made you want to giggle, but you referred, biting your tongue as you looked up at him. Dang, why was he so damn tall, you had to look up even when you were sitting down. Damn hot dragons and their incredible height.

“You didn’t know you had it until I took it,” you counterattacked.

“I- Please, stop.” His tone was sincere, but you also knew him too well. He wasn’t really trying to argue with you. Someone was horny and wanted some fun banter to get you riled up. He knew you always wanted harder and faster when he argued with you beforehand. It wasn’t the healthiest approach to your sex-life, but it was fun as fuck.

“Does it really bother you so much?” You asked, trying to sound sincere and innocent, not playing into his game. He loved to rile you up, but you loved to be a brat about it even more.

You knew it worked when he looked at you confused. “I- Yes?”

“Is that a question?” You kept munching on the bread, completely nonchalant about his alleged annoyance.

“No?” You bit down on the bread to keep from smiling at him. “Okay. Okay. I just… I like my hoard.” His statement was lost when his face got even more purple. He was embarrassed, and he looked so fucking adorable you wanted to coo at him.

“I like it, too. I’ll stop if it bothers you… Or we could make a deal.” Your flirty smile wasn’t lost on him, who looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes.

“What deal?” His big wings twitched behind him, a telltale sign that he was getting nervous, anticipation probably filling him.

You munched on some bread and waited patiently until he was drinking a bit of water before telling him: “You allow me to take stuff from your hoard and I suck your dick.” He choked on the water and started coughing loudly.

You patted his big back, “accidentally” touching the base of his wings, the area you knew perfectly well made him lose his mind when caressed. Your fingers lingered a bit there, as he regained control of his breathing. He shuddered at the contact.

He looked at you with fire in his eyes, you lowered your hand and rested it on his thigh. “I bet I could even do it here,” you murmured. You didn’t give him time to react before your hand was over his growing erection, making him squirm under your touch and flush heavily again. He was adorable.

“Wh-what?” He stuttered, his pulse picking up as you licked your lips looking straight at him. He shivered visibly and the hardness under your hand twitched.

“You like that? You like the idea of me sucking your dick in a restaurant’s bathroom, big guy?” You knew you hit a nerve when his wings fluttered, almost hitting the poor waitress as he walked pass your table. He apologized profusely as you squeezed his dick. He looked back at you angrily, but he didn’t stop you. His flushed skin was so bright you wanted to kiss him senseless, but you were already thinking in other stuff, spicier stuff.

You were about to open his fly to get some skin to skin contact when the waitress arrived with your food. Your hand never left his clothed dick, rubbing softly as you cheerfully talked to her. Your boyfriend was a stiff form next to you, his big hand resting over yours, but not stopping you.

You ate with one hand and left the other over his dick, absently stroking him as you kept the conversation flowing. “Act normal or people will realize,” you instructed. He looked around panicked. You giggled and kept telling him about your day, and what new gadget you created. When he whimpered, you decided it was time you made good on your deal. “Go to the bathroom,” you instructed. You took your hand away from his dick and smiled when he got up fast. There was a wet patch in his pants. He covered it with a hand, but not fast enough for your eyes. “I’ll see you there in a few.” You smirked at him as he almost ran to the bathroom.

You followed a few minutes later, slowly making your way to the restroom, checking there wasn’t anybody around before entering the man’s bathroom. He was pacing the tiny space when you opened the door. You pushed his big chest until he was sitting down on the toilet. You positioned yourself between his knees and fell to your kneed before him. He whimpered.

You took him out of his pants and slowly started mouthing him over his underwear, making a mess of it. Making a mess of him. His head was thrown back, and the precious shimmer of his scales was making you itch to touch him. You took him out of his underwear and went right for it. He wasn’t expecting it and let out a loud shriek when your tiny mouth tried to stretch around his tip. You both know there was no way his dick could fit inside your mouth, but you could be smart about it.

You played with his tip for a bit, but realizing you didn’t have that much time before someone thought you bailed without paying the check. You grabbed him with both hands and started a fast pace up and down, sucking the underside of his dick and making him whimper. He was looking at the ceiling when you asked: “So, do we have a deal?” He looked down at you, dick still against your lips, and groaned, his dick twitching. You stopped moving your hands when he didn’t answer.

“Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Take whatever you like.” You smirked up at him as your wings fluttered behind you. Seeing him so gone was turning you on like crazy. You couldn’t wait to get him home and ride him.

You lowered your head and started a punishing pace with your hands as you latched into his tip and started licking and sucking and doing everything in your power to make him lose his mind. “Good boy,” you whispered against his flesh when he shuddered under you. He was so close you could feel the temperature around you rising, his dragon fire so close to the surface. “Come for me,” you ordered, your mouth a few millimeters away from your expecting mouth. He complied instantly. Shooting rope after rope of cum in your open mouth, some of it landing on your lips and making him groan softly.

You swallowed everything he gave you and rested your head against his thigh. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. You looked up in time to see a big black circle on the ceiling. He breathed fire and burned the fucking ceiling. You started laughing so hard that you fell on your ass in front of him. He looked so embarrassed and cute that you laughed harder. “Stop it,” he muttered, his face bright purple.

“Was it that good?” You teased.

He growled at you, without malice. “You know it was. You always are. Your tiny hands and your fucking mouth… Ugh, you drive me crazy.” He picked you up from the floor and devoured your mouth, groaning when he found his own taste there. “Go back out, I’ll wait for a bit.”

You sat down back to your table and smiled at the waitress, she definitely knew what you two did in the bathroom. You didn’t care. You would do it again in a heartbeat. There was nothing better than your boyfriend’s dick. He came back a bit later, still looking embarrassed as he asked for the check and urged you out the door before somebody discovered the big black burn in the bathroom’s ceiling. You laughed all the way out.

You were walking to your car when he told you: “You know I would have let you have all my hoard without any deals, right?” You smirked at him as you walked to the car, an extra movement to your hips that made him groan behind you.

“Yeah. I know. I just wanted to suck your dick.” His footsteps sounded loud against the pavement as he followed you, your wings fluttering again when he embraced you from behind, and turned you around, his hands landing on your ass and pulling you up so he could kiss you properly.

#monster #monster fucker #monster imagine #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #terato #fairy #trinket fairy #fairy x dragon #dragon #dragon x reader #dragon x fairy #dragon boyfriend #request

486 notes · View notes

yandere-sins · 2 months ago

Note

About the thing where darling's descended from a close friend of Maleficent, imagine if darling's ancestor befriended Maleficent when she was still a princess and darling looked exactly like her ancestor in her younger days. Maleficent would definitely teach darling to be a strong, amazing woman like her ancestor (I'd say that she inherited her ancestor's magic, she hid it in NRC though). Malleus is done for, grandma's personally teaching HIS darling now.

I'd say these didn't age 100% well with the story, but we're reviving the Maleficent's friend!Darling!! Thank you for chatting with me about it ♥

»»———————— ♡ ————————««

I think Malleus would honestly grow so pissed at his own grandma as he has to idly watch her take all of your precious time while being so focused on you she doesn't even help him with the nobles. She is not the one who should stand by your side as you are introduced at the ball. He should have been the one who showed you off and strengthened your bond with Briar Valley. While Maleficent is boasting about you, Malleus still has to fight off eager nobles who want him to take their children as his partner or at least concubine.

He really wanted to enjoy the night with you, though.

Even though he is well aware of what his grandma is doing—boasting your own confidence while being in the scrutinizing eye of every noble of Briar Valley—he is very miffed that you are so far away from him, almost unreachable, transcendent. As if he can't reach you while he puts on a fake smile and uses short, dismissive rejection on the next nobles of his beloved home. He's been asked to dance by so many people but not you, it makes him feel dizzy from anger.

Would you be concerned if he collapsed? Should he use some orchestrated weakness to gain your attention, your worry, and your affection? It might be worth it to lose some of his high standing in front of the nobles if it brought you back to his side, your beautiful eyes stricken with worry and grief about his condition. Your hands are on his body instead of the countless hand kisses that have been offered to you that night. Yes, yes, his grandmother was doing a good job weaving your fate back into Briar Valley after centuries of your bloodline being lost to another world. Still, Malleus cannot help but be selfish when he desires you so much. His eyes are constantly on you, barely forced away to greet another unimportant noble approaching him. There is so much longing and want in his eyes that he is very hard to approach despite having to maintain the facade.

Maleficient definitely notices his staring, the wistful puppy eyes of her grandson, but she does it for him, too. After all, to be able to marry off a non-fae (even without your knowledge) to someone as important as Malleus, she needs to gather all the approval she can get. It's not easy when you are respected while also being a grandma to an obviously lovesick fool of a grandson.

So she constantly, albeit very subtly, corrects your posture by poking you, make you use your fan as she has taught you, clears her throat when you laugh too loudly or speak too quietly. She is constantly nitpicking every one of your mannerisms, only satisfied when the nobles walk away nodding and approving of your presence at court. She does it all night long while feeling the daggers Malleus glares into her back. But she does it for you two.

And before the night ends, she asks the orchestra to play a few gentle songs before leading you away from the crowd. You are exhausted and sweaty, but Maleficient has to make a statement, and seeing her grandson light up as he realizes it's finally his turn with you makes all the training and hard work worth it.

Malleus is by your side in an instant, asking you for the dance. You are exhausted, but a last clearing of Maleficient's throat reminds you to do as you are told. She announces the last dance of the night, and although all eyes are on you and the heir of Briar Valley, quite a few people join in as if to show you their support.

You may be uncomfortable after going through such a long evening of being nitpicked at and forced to behave like someone you aren't. But Malleus makes it easy to follow his steps, always keeping a soft smile on his lips even when you step on his foot. You are so relieved when the song finally runs out, knowing you can finally go to bed, but as you two bow to each other, you are surprised to find Malleus clinging to you. He turns you to say goodnight to his grandma before pulling you out of the ballroom before anyone else, picking you up once you reach the hallway so he can walk even faster and fly away to get to his room more easily.

Because for the rest of the night, you are all his.

264 notes · View notes

iwashieonhiatus · 1 year ago

Text

𝙱𝚕𝚕𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 💞

📌 michael kaiser, barou shoei, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. warnings- established relationship, pro player men, fem!reader ꕤ

♥♡ michael kaiser- father of twins! To your "misfortune" and his glory, your first child came in double, two girls who each day looked more like him; The blonde hair, the blue eyes and the personality, as if they were exact copies of the German. Kaiser is a showy dad, whenever his daughters go to practice they come on the field to play, learn to play or just say hi to his classmates who adored the girls. On game day, at the time of the anthem, he would look for the three of you, all wearing the shirt with his number on it, the girls screaming for their father with every goal- he would point at you in the stands and send a kiss, and if there was another child next door who doesn't like their father, they will definitely fight.

♥♡barou shoei- girl's father! He was expecting a boy so he could teach football and be the little prince of the house, but a girl came. But who says girls can't learn soccer and be bossy? You try to raise her one way and Barou raises another, raising a mini narcissistic princess – it's his pride to see her being bossy, dressed like a real princess. No matter where you go, you're going to be treated like kings and the mini version of Barou loves that.

♥♡isagi yoichi- father of a boy! The kid is his third passion, you being the second and football the first. The house is full of pictures of him and your mini version - the boy is a copy of you! Isagi loves this fact, always showing pictures of you two, saying with shining eyes that you two are the most precious things to him. At the end of the game, he always picks up his son to celebrate with the team on the field.

♥♡bachira meguru- girl's father! You just wanted a minute of peace, but you have two kids at home, your husband and his copy. She is physically similar to you, but her personality is the same as his. She's always laughing, screaming, joking, asking questions, on her father's shoulders and out of nowhere sleeps, energy depleted. She loves going to practice, learning from her dad and playing with his teammates. She's the princess of the family—the grandmother loves when she spends a day with her, the two of them getting dirty with paint.

♥♡nagi seishiro- father of a boy! It's just amazing how the boy is the copy of the father – even the laziness to live is equal. Every time you show up at games or practices, he's sleeping peacefully and nothing can wake the mini nagi.

♥♡mikage reo- father of girls! The eldest is a mix of the two of you, the caring, cheeky and intelligent way, the perfect combination of the two. The second one is still very shy, but it's more like you. The two of them are Dad's princesses, always glued to him.

♥♡itoshi rin- girl's father! He's a doting dad, nothing goes unnoticed by him. He would give the world or create a new one if his daughter asked, spoil her too much—her smile is the same as his and his smile is your weak point. Social media only has pictures of the three of you, but there are more photos of the little one wearing his jersey at home or playing.

♥♡itoshi sae- father of twins! The girl is his copy and the boy is yours copy. She's calmer while he's the hurricane of the house, you always go to the games to cheer for him- the only time she'll scream, rocking her brother when their dad scores a goal. Sae loves to see you interacting as a family, nothing is more important to him than the three of you.

#bllk imagines #blue lock #bllk x you #blue lock x you #blue lock headcanons #blue lock x reader #family #michael kaiser #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #barou shouei

2K notes · View notes

tearueful · 11 months ago

Text

Play With Fire ( Homelander x Reader)

18+ for language, female (plus size♥) reader | You walk into an elevator with Homelander...💋 [AO3 Link] Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, AO3 Link

You can only stare at Ashley’s cold dismissal. Not Ashley Barrett, of course. You’re not high up enough to get personally fired by the CEO. Her assistant is the one doing it, also Ashley.

There were too many fucking Ashleys in this office.

Your head is buzzing and you can’t exactly focus on the words that spill out of her mouth. She has such a pleasant smile plastered on her lips. A fake, corporate smile as she tells you that as of today? You no longer work at Vought International. A job you had scraped and clawed for. Survived an unpaid internship in fucking New York City for, moonlighting as a waitress in a diner where patrons had sticky hands even for one such as you.

You stare at her, having no idea what words her placid smile makes. Something about turning your badge in at the front desk on your way out. That they’ve packed everything up at your desk already and it will show up to your house in two to four business days. An easier transition, she says. How kind.

Neatly packaging your existence away and shipping it off in the post as if it didn’t fucking matter. You blink and you’re already stalking out of the office. The dismissal had been clear. They had saved it for when you normally would be packing up for the day. Less drama. Always better to fire someone on a Friday afternoon. Not many witnesses. At least you can slink out with some scraps of your dignity. Before you realize it, you’re fast walking through the hallway to the elevator lobby. All your mind can focus on is getting in that elevator and escaping this fucked up place. That is your one goal as your insides churn with bitter anger and your brain buzzes.

Your rage is impotent, with no outlet. What could you even do? Nothing against Vought. Not with their airtight security. You knew how Vought paid everyone and anyone off to make undesirables vanish. How they mopped up the ‘accidents’ of their precious supe products. How your firing was another one of those casualties, dismissed at a whim of the Seven. You knew specifically who. That star-spangled blonde bastard. One typo led to one tantrum from the supe and you had to suffer for it.

Rage pushes your feet to move a little quicker as you spot the open elevator doors. Someone must have just exited, you see the retreating forms of a handful of people down the opposite end of the hall. Perfect, except those doors are closing and you’re too impatient to wait in the lobby a moment longer.

At the sight of the closing elevator doors, your feet pick up their pace. You can’t stay in this building a moment long, not in this hallway with the chance of spotting anyone you know who may recognize the set of your face as something amiss.. Some of them know you well enough to know that would mean something’s wrong, or they knew the bad news before you. That gives you the motivation to snap a hand out to stop those closing doors, praying it’s empty so you can take a breath alone. You need it.You deserve it. It’s the least the universe can do for you at this moment. The universe is not kind today.

The doors stop at the presence of your hand while you slip through the opening. Your regret is almost instantaneous as you step into the re-opening doors because there stood Homelander.

Fucking Homelander in his stupid suit, looking all the world like Uncle Sam shat out the perfect Boyscout. Except, you know far better. There was a monster in that human suit.

He looks ever the caged predator within the confines of the enclosed metal space, wholly uninterested in you. There’s only the briefest of glances your way before his attention is back on the elevator’s LED number display. Oh, but you hate him. Stuffed up supe, high on his own importance.

You’d seen him about the office, from a distance. A wolf among doting sheep, bleating for his attention. How did anyone dare to get close when he flashed those canines? You should flee, but the elevator doors click behind you with a finality. No, fuck it. Fuck him. You don’t care. All you care about is getting out of this shit hole and this elevator ride will be your last here. One way or another. The white hot rage is back to roiling in your gut and you feel as if you’d choke on it.

Homelander’s cold blue gaze flickers over you once more as you stew, taking you all in within an instant. Your badge and your name. Another useless Vought employee, a wriggling worm at his feet. The Hero Management Department by the logo on your badge, but he’s never noticed you. No wonder. You’re too short. Someone who could get lost in a crowd. His lips turn up in a cruel sneer. Fat, too. A pudgy, little grub. At least you’re dressed well. You need to be if you work here. Almost demure in that dress that must have cost half your pathetic paycheck. He wants to be disgusted by you, but you meet his eyes. People rarely did that. There’s fire burning in those wide eyes. A defiance he’s not used to seeing often. Especially not from something as breakable as you. It gives Homelander pause. He’s puzzled. That sort of volatile hatred was usually reserved for dear William, but you? It was almost comical seeing such a delicate thing like you sparking with it. You looked like a little firecracker about to go off and Homelander wonders what sorts of sparks you’d show.

Your expression was utterly, almost eerily calm yet he could feel the rage rolling off of you, it was a palpable taste on his tongue. An almost bitter tang that made Homelander reflexively lick his lips. That gets your attention. Previously, you’d let your eyes dart around the elevator in your unrest. Now your eyes fixate on the flick of Homelander’s tongue while the wheels within your brain begin to whirl. What is the stupidest thing you could do on your last day at Vought? Something reckless and impulsive. Suicidal even.

He watches you with interest now that you’re daring to meet his gaze, scrutinizing this little mortal confined in the elevator with him with anger steaming off your body. Normally, Vought employees fawned over him while reeking of fear. They cowered and all but tried to tongue his taint in their need to appease him and soothe Homelander’s volatile moods. Yet here you were, looking as much like a caged animal within the confines of the elevator as he felt most of the time.

Homelander senses the shift in you, from anger to something else. He can’t pinpoint it, not yet. Not with how the adrenaline pumps through your veins as you fix your eyes on his face, a heady perfume if there ever was one. It’s a little like prey backed into a corner, finally deciding fight over flight. Homelander doesn’t fear you or any possible outburst you could throw his way. How could he? He’s a god and you’re an ant. Still, he’s curious as to what you’ll do. Homelander can see the tension in your body, how your muscles coil before a pounce.

You weren’t quick, by any means. Homelander could have deflected you with his pinky finger, but the determination in your eyes kept him still. What were you even planning to do to him, of all people? Seeing you unleashing your anger on him would amuse the supe. Give him a valid reason to crush your fragile skull in his fist with a satisfying wet crunch. Yet, you surprised him. All that anger and vitriol boiling over shifted into something else entirely, but it still burns. It burns so much that you need to let it out. Which you do, by pressing your lips against Homelander’s. It’s pure impulse and oh so reckless. He’s killed people for lesser slights but you don’t care. Not in that moment. You want this, maybe even need it. Need to vent out all your frustration on the man who caused all this in the first place.

So you dig your nails into the leather fabric of Homelander’s suit, having to get up on your toes to press your lips against his own.

They’re surprisingly soft, Homelander’s lips. You hadn’t expected it. A contrast to the lack of give against his body because leaning into Homelander is like leaning into a brick wall. Unmovable. The only give is from his lips and you suspect that’s because you took the supe by surprise.

The audacity of this little bug!

Homelander’s eyes are wide, shocked even at your brazen act. Staring down at this impertinent little human daring to touch him.There’s a desperation in your act, in how your face is still twisted up in rage and confusion but softening as you stubbornly keep your lips moving against his own.

Still so curious.

He lets you kiss him, even goes as far to settle into the kiss himself. He can’t help it. Softness was a rare thing for him to feel and you really are oh so soft against him. Pliable and willing now that you’ve settled into properly kissing him. You’re not bad at this either, knowing exactly what sort of coaxing pressure to give him while teasing Homelander into giving back more.

So he does.

Homelander hooks you in the steel grip of one hand, fingers digging into your waist and he finds you yielding. Soft and giving as your lips. He should have expected that given your size, but he finds that he likes it. He can dig his fingers in a little deeper with no fear of snapping ribs with the slightest of pressure.

Homelander is kissing you back. Fucking Homelander! You half expected to get thrown across the elevator shaft for your action, but he was almost holding you gently. Almost. This close you can feel the restrained power of him that all but hums through the supe’s body. It should frighten you, but it’s thrilling having a monster yield so readily to you of all people.

You need something to ground yourself because this can't be real! You grab for Homelander's hair, sliding your fingers through it. Idly, you muse at the softness. It wasn't gelled and hard to the touch as you expected. Leave-in conditioner, that must be it. The thought makes you smile into the kiss, tightening your hold on Homelander's hair with a playful tug to coax his mouth closer.

You don’t expect the needy moan Homelander releases against your lips at the gentle tug. Would have never expected such a sound from a man like him. You greedily swallow it up, using it to your advantage to slide your tongue over his lips. They part under the pressure and then you’re kissing Homelander deeper. This is far from an innocent, impulsive act now. He’s meeting your fire, consumed by the flames as much as you are. More so because now Homelander seems intent on devouring you as he fits his lips to yours, bruising them while his tongue slides slick over your own within your mouth. He growls. Homelander fucking growls into the kiss and you feel that tremor down to your toes, arousal a white hot flash through your system. Thus it really can’t be helped when you mold your curves into the hard lines of his body, fingernails scraping at Homelander’s scalp while you try to taste every corner of his mouth. His free hand even comes up to take an ample handful of your ass as he pulls you flush against him properly, and is that- Holy fuck.

The chime of the elevator hitting the ground floor snaps you both out of the moment. You jerk apart and even in his surprise, Homelander’s grip is loose enough for you to step away safely. You stare up at him a beat, taking in Homelander’s flushed features and how he pants.

You did that. You did that to the most powerful supe of the Seven, possibly the most powerful supe in the world. Smug satisfaction settles on your shoulders for a moment.

You can see the rage building in his eyes, disgust twisting up Homelander’s features and there’s even the glaring threat of red sparking in his gaze. Holy shit. Your heart squeezes as the smugness shifts to the instinct to survive. It’s time to flee or die.

Homelander sneers at you and you know he’s about to say something scathing to put you in your place before he obliterates you. Instead of cowering, you flash him a thousand watt smile. The sort you’ve employed on dates with hapless men to get them giving dopey grins right back to you. It works well enough.

He blinks, the red glare vanishing from his eyes. People in this tower never smile at Homelander like that. Another surprise. You exit stage left before he recovers, almost running into someone on your way out of the elevator. It’s Ashley. CEO Ashley this time, with tablet in hand.

Her gaze flicks up from the screen as she gives a little start before suspicion tinges her features. “Weren’t you fired?” She whispers the words under her breath, brushing past you before stiffening up at the sight of the supe still within the elevator. “Homelander! There you are!” She chirps out with faux cheerfulness and a dead smile. “I’ve got fantastic news on your latest numbers!” That gives you enough time to slip away, with Ashley crowding up to Homelander eagerly to stroke his ego so he’s kept calm for another day and no one dies. You certainly didn’t die. Personally, you think the supe’s mind will be occupied by other things today. You turn your badge in at security’s front desk with a self satisfied smirk.

For his part, Homelander silently steps out of the elevator with eyes fixed on your retreating frame. He doesn’t register Ashley’s yammering as she tries to tell him the good news about a ten point boost. No, Homelander’s mind is too busy contemplating what he will do to you. Little bugs like you can’t get away with taunting gods.

A wide, shark-like grin spreads Homelander's lips now that he has revenge on his mind. He snaps his attention to Ashley, voice sharp as Homelander lifts a finger in her face for silence “Ashley. That woman. Give me her name, now.”

#Homelander x Reader #The Boys #fanfic #Homelander #homelander fanfiction #the boys fanfic #drabble #gods help me I wrote a thing #Ash writes

474 notes · View notes

xopinkroses · 4 months ago

Text

Holding Hands with the RE boys + girls ♥

Summary; How the RE boys (Chris and Leon) and girls (Jill and Claire) hold your hand.

Warnings; None

MASTERLIST🌸

Jill Valentine

Jill is very loving and tentative to her partner, she wont smother you in affection but seems to always know when you need it. Her hands are small but calloused, gently interlocking her fingers with yours without drawing too much attention to it or making it a big deal. It's a casual gesture that holds a lot of meaning for her-- she doesn't show affection like that to just anyone.

Chris Redfield

Chris will never be the first to initiate any kind of affection, at least in the beginning. He's absolutely smitten with you but he overthinks it-- he doesn't want to overstep your boundaries or make you uncomfortable. You're too precious to him, and he's a big guy so he worries him trying to be affectionate with you could come across as intimidating. The first time you grab onto his hand, something startled you and you instinctively clung to him, he tenses up. For a moment you think you've upset him and start to apologise, but he awkwardly reassures you that it's alright and he doesn't mind. His hands are huge and warm, covered in callouses and scars, and he tentatively squeezes your much smaller one in a small and shy moment of affection.

Claire Redfield

Claire does not know the meaning of the word 'shy', so if she feels comfortable with you she wont hold back on any casual or romantic touches. Hand on your shoulder, hugs, kisses, reassuringly squeezing your arm when you're scared. She'll easily grab your hand in hers and start playfully swinging your arms to make you smile, her touch warm and sweet.

Leon Kennedy

Leon isn't the most touchy person, even though he's definitely touch starved, but he wont shy away from affection either. His hand often hovers over the small of your back when you're walking together, not touching you but still letting you know he's here and keeping you safe. He's much more comfortable with touch when it's spur of the moment and he doesn't have time to overthink it. Quickly grabbing your hand to guide you away from danger, lacing your fingers together and not letting go until he knows you're safe-- at which point he'll be more flustered than you are.

~ 🖤

#resident evil x reader #Jill Valentine x reader #Chris Redfield x Reader #Claire Redfield x reader #leon kennedy x reader #RE x reader #resident evil imagines

238 notes · View notes

doumadono · 8 months ago

Note

Hello, hello, I'm so so happy for you ❤️ And I'm glad I'm able to celebrate your milestone with you 🎊

As for the request, I want a cone with a little scoop of mint-vanilla ice creams topped with maple syrup! I want to ask for a coffee shop quirkless au with Bakugo

A/N: thank you so much, sweetie! Your support means everything ♥

5k FOLLOWERS EVENT MASTERLIST MY HERO ACADEMIA

Every time you walk into the coffee shop where Bakugo works, he feels a rush of excitement. Your presence brightens his day, and he can't help but smile when he sees you.

He'd always notice you from afar, your gentle demeanor standing out amidst the hustle and bustle of the café. As you approached the counter, he'd feel a strange flutter in his chest, something he couldn't quite explain.

You always order the same thing: a large cappuccino and a carrot pie. Bakugo has memorized it by heart.

You have a habit of sitting in the same corner of the café, studying while enjoying your coffee and pie. As you settle down with your books and papers, Bakugo can't help but steal glances at you while he works behind the counter. Your dedication to your studies impresses him, and he secretly admires your focus.

Your voice, when you place your order, is like a soothing melody to Bakugo's ears. It cuts through the noise of the bustling coffee shop and calms the storm raging inside him. He finds himself looking forward to those brief exchanges more than he cares to admit.

Sometimes, when the shop isn't too busy, you engage in small talk with Bakugo as he prepares your order. It's nothing more than idle chitchat, but to Bakugo, it's a precious moment of connection amidst the chaos of his daily routine.

Despite being just a customer, you have a special place in Bakugo's heart. He cherishes the little interactions you have when you place your order, relishing the chance to exchange small talk with you.

On one particularly hectic day, as Bakugo prepares your usual order, he catches himself stealing more glances than usual. The sight of you engrossed in your studies, a faint furrow between your brows, stirs something within him.

"Here's your cappuccino and carrot pie," Bakugo says, his tone softer than usual as he hands you your order.

You look up, meeting his gaze with a smile. "Thank you. You always make the best cappuccinos."

His heart skips a beat at the sound of his name on your lips. "Yeah, well, it's my specialty," he replies, trying to sound nonchalant despite the warmth spreading through his chest. He's puzzled. What's going on with him?!

Later that day, as you're about to leave, Bakugo gathers his courage and stops you. Summoning every last ounce of courage, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath, approaching you. "Hey, before you go, I was wondering if I could ask you something," he begins, his heart pounding in his chest.

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity shining in your eyes. "Of course," you reply, your smile encouraging him to continue.

Bakugo takes a moment to gather his thoughts, then blurts out the words that have been on his mind for weeks. "May I have your name?"

You turn to him with a smile, and your eyes sparkle with warmth. "It's Y/N," you reply sweetly, offering him a smile. "And yours?"

"It's Katsuki," he tells you with a little smile dancing in the corners of his mouth. "You have a very pretty name. It's nice to finally know who I'm making all these cappuccinos for," he jokes, a genuine smile gracing his slightly chapped lips.

You chuckle softly, slowly packing your things.

"Well, Y/N, would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?" He asks before reining in his boldness.

You pause packing your books into your bag and gaze at his face for a moment, staying quiet.

Bakugo feels his cheeks flush beet red and his heart race. Why is he acting like this around you?!

Finally, you nod, smirking slightly. "Do you like manga?" you ask instead, catching him off guard.

Bakugo nods. "Yeah, I do, especially something with some decent action."

"So I'd love to chat about the new "Chainsaw man" issue over a cup of cappuccino," you reply, grinning. "How about tomorrow after your shift? What time do you finish?"

He tells you when he finishes his shift, and you bid farewell to him before leaving the cafe.

Bakugo can hardly believe his luck. Not only does he finally know your name, but he also has the opportunity to see you again tomorrow, and on a private level this time! He realizes that he wouldn't have it any other way.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugo headcanons #bakugou headcanons #bakugo angst #mha headcanons #barista bakugo #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x y/n

260 notes · View notes

littlemissmiller · 6 months ago

Text

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: you are a bartnder/saloon girl at a bar in town. when billy rides into town, he is absolutely in love with you, but takes it slow. one night you invite him home and he can’t resist you any longer

Warning: 21+ (drinking) fluff, smut, p in v, semi-rough sex (ass slapping), hickeys, oral (f receiving), aftercare, porn with a plot

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: hello friends :) first i just want to say thank you for the support! it has truly exceeded my expectations given i thought like three people were going to read my last two posts sooo thank you thank you thank you all! second, i was trying to get this out to y’all sooner, especially with season 2 being announced, but alas life be busy and i wanted to get this just right so here y’all go! a cute lil fluffy smutty billy moment. i hope to release more billy(and coryo) related content as well as other stuff soooo get excited ♥︎ ! p.s. there is a lil treat at the end ;)

Artwork

The moment you saw him ride into town, you knew you had to have him. You had seen a lot of cowboys come into town, handsome ones too. Something about Billy however, had you wondering about what the story was behind those mysterious eyes. His pretty blue eyes that pierced into your soul. He always looked at you so intently under the brim of his hat and would study you. Trying to figure you out just as much as you were with him.

Billy became a regular at the saloon and would start to stay and wait for you to walk you home. It never went beyond that. He was such a gentleman, despite how easily you would have accepted him had he offered himself to you. Little did you know that he was being patient with you because he liked you so much. His last encounter with a woman ended up being a short and fast heartbreak, which pained him at the time and made himself feel like a fool in the long term. So he had swore to himself the next time he had the inclination to want someone he thought was good enough for love, he wouldn’t rush it. He didn’t want to scare you off like the precious creature you were to him.

One morning you can’t stop thinking about him on the way to the market. Your sister was coming into town with her family and you had a big dinner to plan. As you arrived at the market, you were greeted by a familiar face.

“Well good morning, darling” Billy stated tipping his hat “What brings you into town so early?”

“Could ask you the same” you smiled “I need groceries”

“New rope for cattle ranching. Could I offer you any assistance sweetheart?”

Your heart fluttered at the pet names and your face went flush. You felt hot, your corset somehow becoming tighter, and your stomach nearly dropped. You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Well if you insist” you quipped back

Billy held your basket for you as you shopped. He eventually obtained his rope and the pair bought their goods and were on their way. Of course, Billy offered you a ride home, despite the short distance. You rode on his horse as he rode with you behind him. You loved the feeling of being able to grip onto his waist like this. A seemingly innocent action that you reveled in. And with being this close to him, you happily took in the scent of gunpowder and fresh pine wood that wafted from his shirt. He would occasionally glance over his shoulder to sneak a look at you. He smiled to himself at how pretty your eyes looked as you held onto him tightly, your basket of groceries tucked in your elbow. They arrived soon enough at your home and Billy assisted you inside.

“Well thank you Billy. Always willing to help me ain’t ya.” You smiled sweetly at him. The kind of smile that made Billy loose his thoughts. Your big doe eyes once again captured his attention.

“Of course. A lady like yourself deserves all the help in the world.”

“Why are you sweeting me up like I’m hot tea William Bonney?”

“Maybe because you are sweet. Like honey.” He smiled back, taking a step closer to you. This time, sensing your nerves, he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

“So what is all this food for anyways. Not that I would judge but it seems like a lot for a women who lives alone.”

“Got family coming in. They’ll be wanting a nice meal the first night at least.” You explained lightly gripping his bicep, rubbing his arm with your thumb.

“And I reckon you’ll need some help cooking that. Don’t you think?”

Normally you wouldn’t need the help. Especially since you enjoyed to cook and was very picky about who was in your kitchen. But with Billy asking, how could you say no.

“You don’t have somewhere better to be” she teased

“Where else better to be than with you. Besides just so happens I’m free all day, sugar.”

“Well then, I suppose I better keep ya busy. But I ain’t no nice cook. You’re going have to listen to me” you instructed

“Yes ma’am” he agreed

The two spent the whole day preparing the meal for later that evening. Billy practically danced around you all day. Using any excuse to get close to you. Whether it was reaching across you to grab a cutting knife or touching your lower back when he had a question about something, he was as bold as a man could be without crossing the line too much. Not that you didn’t want him to. His actions were more than welcomed and excited you each time he said “pardon me darling” or “I got another silly question for you dear”.

With Billy’s help, preparations took half the time it usually would. You poured a glass of whiskey for you both, as they finished the last of the preparations.

“Well I think this is well deserved. Thanks again for all the help.”

“Anytime. Thanks for the drink.” He smiled

“It’s the least I could do Billy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair before your family shows up.” He announced, taking a sip of his drink

“Oh don’t feel rushed.” You reassured

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome darling. Don’t worry about it.”

He finished his drink and you insist on pouring him one more, just to keep him longer. He thanked you once again for the drink, tipped his hat to you, then was on his way. He gave you one last smile over his shoulder and was off back to the ranch.

Once your sister arrived, you found it hard to concentrate on the joy of seeing your family. They were only in town for the weekend, on their way to visit your brother-in-law’s family two towns over. As excited as you were to see your sister, nephew and brother-in-law, your mind was elsewhere. And your sister noticed.

“Hey, you seem distant. Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Just lost in thought.”

“Lost in thought about what pray tell?” Your sister asks

“A man” you whispered

“You’re finally seeing someone?” Your sister, asked suspicious yet hopeful.

“Not really. I’d like to. I sure do fancy him.” You admitted

“Does he fancy you?”

“Seems to.” You guessed “I tried to make him stay and dine with us but he was too polite”

“He was here?” Your sister perked up

“He helped prepare the meal.”

“Did he now? A gentleman and a cook”

You rolled her eyes. “You know I didn’t let him get anywhere near the oven. He washed and chopped some vegetables. And helped season the beef cuts.

“What a fine young man nonetheless” Your sister smiled

The rest of the evening went by. You’re sister, her husband and their son stayed until about 8 o’clock. After they left, you went upstairs and prepared yourself for bed. You changed into a white nightgown, and your long hair falls out of your neat, tight bun. As you brushed it out at your vanity, your attention wondered back to your favorite cowboy. You couldn’t help but wonder what he could be getting up to at the moment. You desperately wished that somehow he would want to find his way back to your doorstep and come stay the night with you. You didn’t care if that was too unbecoming of a proper lady. You wanted him.

The next morning when you woke up, you headed off to see how your sister and their family were settling in for the weekend. They had rented a room at a boarding house at the end of town, you got ready and made it out the door. Once she arrived, her sister was already sat down at breakfast with her son and husband. They spotted her and invited her to join them. Another patron entered the bar and you turned to briefly look who it was. As he entered, Billy looked around for a seat and spotted you. He smiled, tipped his hat, and strode over to the bar where he took a seat.

“Is that him?” She asked and you nodded

“My word ain’t he handsome.” You’re sister exclaimed

“He looks familiar…” your sister’s husband noted as he peered at him

“That’s just because a pretty face like his stands out.” You’re sister smiled at you

The rest of the day you, along with your sister’s family, shopped for some new shirts for your nephew, some new dresses for herself, and you’re sister insisted on buying one for you to impress Billy.

“Come on! What about this blue one?” She exclaimed

She held up the dress and you examined it. It was long, ruffled, and had a square neckline that was laced in white trim. It was pretty, but something else caught your eye. A purple dress, with a sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were short, puffed out and the waist was made to look like a corset, tying snugly in the front.

“If you’re gonna get me a dress to impress Billy, then this is the one I want” You declared, striding over to the dress and showing it off to your sister.

Your sister bought you the dress and you accompanied her family back to the room they were staying in. You tried on the dress, which fit you perfectly. Your sister was practically gawking at you, in awe at how beautiful you looked in it.

“You’re so beautiful” you’re sister exclaimed

“As are you.” You rolled your eyes

“Not as beautiful as you look right now!” Your sister protested. “He’s going to love it” she whispered.

Your sister and her family left the next morning to see her husband’s parents. You bid her a goodbye and watched as she rode out of town. You decided to head into the boarding house for a quick breakfast. You enjoyed a plate of eggs and ham alone, paid, and headed back home.

“Family left this morning I see!” Billy’s voice called out to you as you stepped out of the boarding house. You whipped your head around to look at him and smiled. He was hauling two jugs of water over his back with the intention of hooking them up to his horse to bring back to the ranch. You walked towards him and he set the jugs down next to his horse. He grabbed a torn up towel from his hip and wiped the sweat from his brow. From this distance, you could see that he had already spent a hard morning working. His face was dirty, his handsome features almost hidden.

“They did. Thanks for all your help again the other day.”

“Of course. Anything for you darling.” He smiled

“You know I was thinking I really wish you had joined us the other night for dinner. They would have loved your company I’m sure.” You smiled back

“It’s fine. Don’t want to intrude.”

“Well I want to make it up to you regardless. Are you free tonight?” You asked tentatively

“I can be. Why?” He asks, taking curious steps toward you

“Well I was thinking maybe tonight you could stop by and actually have dinner. Now that everyone is gone. I thought it could be just us?” You suggested

“That’s sounds lovely darling. I get done at the ranch at sundown. I’ll swing by after. How does that sound?” He asked with a light grip under your chin. He rubbed it in between his thumb and forefinger, smiling at you lovingly.

You nodded, but Billy held his grip on you. He spoke up again. “That ok?”

“Yes. I’ll see you after sundown.” You spoke up

You silently begged for him to kiss you. You wanted to taste his lips, his salty sweat, and his tongue dancing with your own. You decided to be somewhat bold and also get a taste of what you wanted. You kissed his cheek, savoring his soft, slightly dusty flesh against your lips.

“Don’t be too late now.” You whispered into his ear. You pulled back before he had a chance to take any action. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to leave him wanting more.

You rushed home enthusiastically. You spent the rest of the day cleaning your house and making cornbread for dinner. You had some extra cuts of steak from dinner the other night and decided it would pair nicely with some potatoes, and would make a steak and potato stew, which you knew how to season just right. You were nervous, wanting everything to be perfect for him. Thankfully, you prepared for his arrival with just enough time. After putting the cornbread in the oven, and keeping the stew on a low simmer, you went to take a bath. You bathed and shaved your body. Not that you were expecting anything to happen between you and Billy tonight, but you weren’t sure what type of man he really was. How badly did Billy desire you too? You supposed you’d find out tonight.

After your bath, you adorned the purple dress you had bought with your sister. You admired yourself in the mirror and picked out a purple silk bow to match. You tied your hair half up with it and gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You were absolutely adorable and you knew it. Finally you heard a long awaited knock on your door and scurried over to answer it.

Billy stood in your doorway, nervously straightening up his vest and looking down at the bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

“Mr. Bonney. Glad you didn’t keep a lady waiting too long. Please come in” You invited him, giving him a girlish smile

“Of course not. These are for you.” He replied handing you the flowers. You gladly took them and he watched your expression as you did, noting how cute you looked as your lips curled up into a wider smile.

“Always such a gentleman. Can I get you a drink?” You asked

“A whiskey would be great.”

You poured him a glass of the brown liquor and he took it as he sat down on your couch.

“You seem like you had a long day.” You remarked

“I did. But glad that you invited me over. Makes it worthwhile.”

“Then I should invite you over more often”

“You should.” He agreed, taking a sip of his drink.

You poured yourself your own glass and joined Billy on the couch. You scooted close to him, your knees barely grazing.

“So…” he started pushing your hair behind your ears. “Tell me about your day.”

“It wasn’t anything special. Just spent the whole day getting things ready for this handsome cowboy.” You whispered knowingly

“Oh really? Sounds like you were working hard too hmm?” He remarks

“Not too hard. As long as he likes my cornbread then it will all be worth it.” You smirked

“I’m sure he will.”

You sipped on your whiskey without taking your eyes away from the piercing blue ones in front of you. You batted your eyes at him and moved closer. Just as you felt as if you’re about to lose yourself in his eyes, the smell of cornbread fills the room, indicating that it was done. You excused yourself and took them out of the oven. You also take the opportunity, while you are up, to completely turn off the oven and blew out the flame under the stew so it doesn’t boil over. You walk back to him, sitting even closer.

“Hungry?” You ask

“I-I hate to be rude but…” Billy started leaning in closer. “I just…Can I please kiss you darling?”

You nodded and closed your eyes in anticipation, but Billy needed verbal permission from you. To hear it, to make sure that it’s what you wanted from him. He didn’t move in, but simply danced his thumb over your lower lip, waiting for you to speak.

“Yes Billy, please kiss me.” You gasped

He swooped in, capturing your mouth. He held your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up more. He kissed you deeply, not wanting to break away. He finally had you. Finally got to feel you in some way and he wanted more. Damned be any dinner, despite his hunger he felt, he was hungry for something else. He moved his lips with your own, hoping that his movements didn’t come off as too needy. Just before he pulled back entirely, he placed a few sweet, quick pecks to your lips then, he smiled at you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that.” He remarked

“As have I” you breathed

Billy dove back in. His soft lips danced with yours again. He cupped your face fully, eliciting a moan against his mouth that made him smirk in satisfaction. His thumbs caressed your cheeks, touching you as if you were made of glass. He was in awe of the moment he found himself in. Having you all to himself like this was exhilarating. You moved to straddle him, your dress pushing up against your thighs as you did. Billy splayed his hands over your newly exposed skin, inhaling sharply as he touched you. You were soft, legs freshly shaved during your bath, which Billy noticed. He snaked his fingers through your hair and admired you on his lap like this. It made his length twitch against your core.

“Billy, ain’t you hungry?” You asked softly

“I’m starving sweetheart, but I’m only hungry for one thing at the moment.”

Billy recaptured your lips, pressing his firmly against your own. He continued to cup your face, holding you like he never wanted to let you go. You sighed into him and rolled your hips against his crotch. He moaned at your actions and sprung into action. Billy moved to stand, gripping your ass, hoisting you up. You gasped as he moved, clinging to him. He loved the way you held him and loved that he was strong enough to hold you like he was. It made his chest swell with pride.

“Where is-“ Billy started

“To the left” you huffed

Billy carried you to your bedroom, kicking the door behind him and tossing you onto the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders, all the while never breaking eye contact with the beautiful girl in front of him. He smirked as you stared up at him, gawking in awe. You slowly sat up until you were on your knees. You placed your hands around the sides of his neck as he snaked his own behind your back. He was quick to untie the thin string that held your dress up. It fell past your shoulders and you gasped at the cool sensation of the room. He brushed the rest of your dress down, revealing your bare breasts to him. He dove in, groping them and massaging them, while he pressed deliberate kisses to your chest. The soft mounds of skin fit perfectly in his hands. Both hands giving you the amount of attention and pleasure you deserved.

You arched your back at the sensation, shoving your chest further into his face, which Billy very much enjoyed. He continued kissing your chest fervently. Feeling bold and drowning in lust, Billy started to leave marks all over your chest. He sucked and bit down on your flesh, causing you to mewl.

“Billy” you whispered

Billy gave your chest a few quick kisses before pushing you back onto the bed. He undid the buttons of his shirt before tossing it off. He climbed back on top of you. He stroked the side of your face gently, admiring the pretty girl below him. He glanced down to your chest, equally admiring your bruises. He slipped the rest of your dress off, stripping you of everything. Bare before him, you felt timid and vulnerable. You had been with men before. A few men in town had fancied you, but also fancied other girls at the same time. As you laid under the handsome cowboy, you were utterly breathless and anticipatory. Billy splayed his hands over your stomach, grabbing the fat of your hips.

“So gorgeous like this. More beautiful than I imagined.”

“You imagined me like this?”

“From time to time. I just couldn’t help myself darling.”

You gasped with a small smirk at the confession. The feeling of being wanted in that way made your core throb. Billy had imagined you like this several times in fact. He would imagine you bare for him as you are now, begging for him to touch you, taste your sweetness, and the feeling of you around his cock. Billy found himself more and more thinking about you in such an intimate way. He couldn’t help but get off to the idea of you. And now he had you all to himself, caged in under him. He palmed his now hard, aching cock through his pants.

“What else did you imagine…with me?” you whispered

He cocked his head, his jaw going slack as he looked at you with amusement. He leaned back down and kissed your cheek.

“Why don’t I just show you?”

You bit your lip in anticipation. Billy began to kiss down your body, each kiss feather light and delicate. You were sensitive to his touch, flinching slightly as each kiss landed on you. When he reached your hip bone he sucked down to leave another scandalous mark. You shuttered at his actions, and slithered your fingers through his hair. He finally made his way down, down, down, until he reached your thighs. He spread your legs apart, roughly and greedily groping the meaty flesh. He began to suck. The idea of marking you up so much drove him crazy. He liked leaving you with the small reminders of the pleasure he gave you.

“Billy!” You gasped “why you leaving so many marks on me?” You raked your fingers through his chocolate brown waves and gave him a curious look.

“You wanted to know what I was thinking about when I was getting off to you right?”

She nodded her head.

“I thought of you branded like this. I just want you to remember every spot I touched you at. So you know this ain’t no dream.”

Lazily, you nodded your head. His lips trailed closer and closer to your core. He glances up at you for approval and you nod. Billy moves his mouth to capture your wetness. He lapped you up, his lips practically making out with your sweetness. Your hips moved in his face slightly. You couldn’t help it, the pleasure he brought you was overwhelming. Billy didn’t seem to mind too much however and you became aware of how much he was enjoying you.

“Christ Billy, I’ve never been with a man who loved to taste a woman this much.”

Billy pulls away with a gasp, looking up at you with the most dazed out look in his eyes. As he smirked, you noticed how wet his mouth is covered in your juices.

“That’s cause they ain’t real men, sugar.” He gave the inside of your thigh a few sloppy kisses, resting his head against it. He groped the soft skin greedily. He trailed his fingers over your clit, rubbing gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You cooed at him, squirming slightly. He grinned against you.

“You gonna let me keep tasting you then?”

You nodded your head and he kissed your clit. His passion overtook him as he sucked and swirled his tongue on your core. You watched him, transfixed on the way his mouth moved against you. You let out a few shaky breaths, gripping his hair harder. Your head fell against your pillow and you let your body unwind. As he ate you out, all you could do was moan and grind against his face. Billy did truly love tasing a woman like this. Especially a woman such as yourself. The sweetness, how wet they got. How their thighs would quiver around his cheeks. He loved it. Which is exactly what he loved when he was pleasing you. Especially the way in which you fell apart under his tongue. Billy was satisfied watching you like this. But he craved more. As did you. He pressed a few more fervent kisses to your slit then pulled away. He crawled up on his knees.

Billy worked feverishly to undo his belt, his hand trembling slightly. He quickly wriggled out of his pants, taking his boxers with him. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy lined himself up with your slit. You moaned as he coated himself in your wetness, diving into your weeping entrance. Billy pressed in slowly, then bottoming out. He took a moment to feel you around him before he began to move his hips.

Lust over took his sensibilities and all he wanted to do was keep you here, caged under him, inside you all night. Billy quickened his pace at the thought. His actions elicited beautiful moans that rolled off your lips. Billy reveled in the fact that he could play you like a guitar as you continued to let him know how good he felt. A devilish grin curled up in the corner of his lips and he scoffed in amusement.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful.” he whispered gently

He looked down at you with curiosity and amazement. He wondered just what else he could do to you. What else he could coax out of you. He trailed his hand down your stomach until his thumb was pressed firmly on your needy clit. He rubbed tight circles, enjoying you as you writhed, once again, under his touch. He did his best to keep your back on the bed, pressing a hand to your pelvis. The movement of his thumb was almost overwhelming. You were completely under his control, despite the seemingly involuntary movements of your hips bucking up against his hand.

“S-s-so good Billy. Please just like that.” You groaned as he sat up on his knees, readjusting his angle.

He gripped your ankles and tossed them on his shoulder. He kissed down your ankle and along your calf. You decided to take some control and moved your hips with his rhythm as he pumped into you. He ducked his head down, squeezed his eyes and let out a groan. His jaw went slack and he glared down at you. He slowed down his movement and tossed your legs back down on the bed. You gasped in confusion. Billy let a knowing grin sit on his face as he maneuvered your hips and waist, flipping you on your stomach. He kissed your shoulder and down your back, each kiss sending an electric current up your spine and shoulder blade. Then, with one hand on your upper back, he lowered you down.

Billy adjusted you so you were on perfect display for him. He admired your perfect, round little ass perked up for him. He slipped back into you, pulling your hips toward his. He gripped onto your waist with one hand and gave your ass a firm slap with the other. You yelped and Billy gave you another one. He wasted no time moving inside you at a quick, tempered pace. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he simply enjoyed the view and fucked you with a satisfied grin on his face. You squirmed and whined under him. You could feel yourself becoming undone. His free hand wandered down your spine, tracing your body to memory. His touch was toxic, his fingers felt like fire. He continued to rock into you. He loved the way you bounced against him, and he filled you up so good too.

Your collective moans filled the room, and soon enough Billy was pulling out and readjusting you one last time. He made you stand up for a moment while he crawled under you. He rested his head against the headboard and patted his thighs. You nodded your head, swinging your legs around his waist. You slowly sank onto his cock, your ass landing down with a small plop. You bit your lip and watched Billy’s face melt into pure ecstasy as you rode him. He loved having your breasts bounce in his face like this. He groped them and sucked them as you continued taking him. You tried to steady yourself on him, cupping his face as you rocked your hips. You lean in and kiss him, his lips felt hot and dangerous now. His hands travel up your back, holding you close to him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He panted “How long I’ve wanted you.”

All you could do is nod. He smiled, and returned your lips back to his own. He held your hips and began to move them a bit faster. He was close and so were you. Your stomach began to tighten, your legs felt weak and before you knew it you were shaking around him. Billy pulls his face away to watch you. He gawked at your fucked out form on top of him. It nearly sent him over the edge. A few more hard bounces and he was spent. Billy spilled himself inside you, panting as you tamed your breathing.

“Fuck.” He groaned sharply.

You both settled down from your high, breathing in sync as you rested your sweaty forehead against his. He kissed your jaw and cheek, regaining his composure. You chanted his name like a prayer, whispering it into his ear.

“Mmm yes baby?”

“Th-that was so good. You’re so good.”

He nodded in agreement and kissed you once again before he spoke.

“Say darling, would it be too forward of me to ask to spend the night?” He asked

“I would want nothing more than to share my bed with you Mr. Bonney” you smirked

“You sure doll? I know how townsfolk like to gossip and peg beautiful women such as yourself with such nasty names. I just want to be sure-“ he started but you cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss

“Does that answer your question?”

He nodded lazily, a goofy, boyish smile planted on his face. With that he stayed. You crawled off his lap and the pair settled under the sheets. He held you in his arms, playing with your hair until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead occasionally as you slept, continuing to stroke your hair, until sleep found him as well and he rested his head against yours, holding you close all night long.

꧁🝮❤︎︎🝮꧂

Artwork

250 notes · View notes

darlingbabyboo · 1 year ago

Text

"Please don't leave me... "

♥︎Possible breakup, how do Blue Lock boys fight for you? ♥︎

Don't leave is on the tip of Isagi's tongue but he can't say it. How do you make something right when you've screwed up everything? What do you do when the love of your life is slipping from you and you don't have the words to tell them that they can't leave? Does he even deserve you? He pushes away the thoughts that tell him to let you go. That says it's not worth it. He'll keep trying, makes sure to show you how much he loves you. You're perfect, astounding, spectacular. He knows that he doesn't deserve you but he needs you. Please don't leave.

Okay is what Bachira says, but he doesn't want you to leave. Don't you know how much you mean to him? How much you've changed his life. He was so alone without you, you've completed him and have made him so unbelievably happy. You guys might not spend as much time together but don't you know how precious you are to him. He takes off, any game, any event, nothing is as important as you. He needs to show his love. How important you to him. You've changed his life for the better and he can't let you go now.

Considers it. Just for a minute. Just a second. Nagi knows that things have been getting so strained lately. The usual casualty of your relationship has become forced. It's taking so much effort lately to keep the love alive, it's so difficult to make keep things good. Wouldn't everything be better if you just left. His heart aches at the thought. Thinking of you not by his side makes him feel like someone covered him in gasoline and threw a match on him. He doesn't care how much effort he has to put in. You're worth it. He can't lose you.

Not going to happen. You can't break up with him. You can't leave him. Don't you know how much you mean to him. What you've done for him- to him. He's nothing without you, all his riches and treasures mean jackshit if you're not by his side. He wants to be the one to make you happy, always wants to be the reason for your smile. He's throwing money left and right, he's making sure you always know how much he values you. Reo would break if you left him, so please don't.

Don't you know... How much you mean to him. How close you two have become. How much you matter to him. Rin knows that he's not the best at expressing his feelings. Knows he's closed off and he's horrible with emotions, but don't you know... He loves you. Please don't leave. Please.

#blue lock headcanons #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #blue lock angst

1K notes · View notes

luveline · 2 years ago

Note

hi!! i was wondering if you would write more ab spencer, r, and baby amanda from your single dad au? :o they’re so precious <3

Thank you for your request! ♥︎ fem!reader 1.6k

"How come you aren't hungover?" Spencer asks.

You can barely hear him over the cacophony of the crowd. You're waiting for Hotch to finish his decathlon, the girls in their sunglasses, Jack and Morgan holding a homemade sign aloft.

Amanda's sitting on the barrier with her weight against Spencer's chest, her soft brown hair splayed out against his collar like a wave.

"I know the meaning of moderation," you say with a sweet smile.

You might be imagining the pinking of his cheeks. "Not moderate enough, clearly," he jokes.

JJ hadn't picked Henry up until three in the morning. Which is fine, Spencer will take Henry whenever he needs to, as per his self-ordained godfathering duties, but when JJ hadn't appeared at 11 like she'd promised, Spencer had obviously been worried.

"Things got a little… out of control." You dip your face to his ear. "I've never seen Emily dance like that. It was crazy."

"I wish I could've been there, but we had a date with Edward Tulane, didn't we, Amy?"

Amanda tips her head back at her father's affectionate tone. "Daddy, I can't feel my butt."

"Not your butt!" he says, taking her seriously but chuckling at the same time as he pulls her up and off of the barrier. With some careful manoeuvring, he's tucked Amanda into his chest, one hand held protectively over the bottom of her back. The other hooks behind her knees.

"Is that better?"

He speaks to her with the same fatherly fondness as always and every time you find yourself melty like butter in the summer sun. In Spencer's eyes, Amanda is the smartest, most interesting girl alive. You're tempted to agree.

"I was worried it might be depressing for her," he says, tucking her hair behind her ear. "It's sad for a children's story, you know? But she's really interested, and it's important for kids to hear sad stories. Children who read stories with unhappy plotlines are more empathetic, and have a stronger sense of justice." He smiles at her. "Plus, I think it's her favourite so far. She asked if we could read it again, all in one go. It's gonna take hours."

"That doesn't surprise me. I mean, she's yours. I thought you'd be reading her Tolstoy by now."

"I'm saving Tolstoy for first grade."

He's serious.

Hotch runs through the finish line and the members of the BAU that are assembled cheer loudly. He doesn't seem embarrassed at all, only proud, ducking down to give Jack a sweaty hug. Then he, Jack, and his new girlfriend move away from the group. The remaining members of your team start to break away, too.

The girls all want to go home and die in their own beds. Rossi and Morgan have separate dates. You're thinking you'll go home and shoot the breeze until a more reasonable bedtime when Spencer turns to you with his usual genial smile.

"Do you want to come over? We're gonna make pasta and watch Fraggle Rock."

Spencer's changed a lot since he became Amanda's primary caregiver, but some things stay the same. He loves doing things with other people and he'll always extend an invite if he thinks the other party might enjoy themselves. Going over for dinner feels a lot more intimate than his having an extra ticket for a foreign film festival, or late night takeout, though.

"I don't want to impose," you say awkwardly.

"Do you think you're an imposition?" Spencer asks in concern.

"No, just, you know, I don't…"

"Amy doesn't mind. Do you, sweetheart?"

"What?" says Amanda's little voice.

"Can Y/N come for dinner?" he asks.

Amanda smiles, pearly white teeth and cheeks chubby with baby fat. "Yes! We're gonna make pasta and watch Fraggle Rock!"

You laugh in delight.

"We decided in the car," Spencer explains.

"Here I thought you were telepathic." You direct your smile at Amanda's doe eyes. "I'd love to come for dinner. Thanks, baby."

Spencer has the cleanest car any parent has ever had. You know he spent days choosing the safest one he could find in his budget, and even more days on a car seat. His apartment is just as clean but way more crowded, stuffed to bursting with Amanda's toys and his books.

"I'm gonna change, do you mind?" he asks, leading you down the hall into the kitchen. Amanda had tipped half a juice box down his front, and the stickiness is clearly making him uncomfortable.

"No, by all means."

He smiles. "Stay here," he says with a feigned sternness, pointing one of his pretty fingers at Amanda. His daughter only giggles.

You follow Spencer with your eyes as he leaves.

"Will you take off my shoes, please?"

You look down. Amanda stares up at you, her round eyes pleading, one foot held a half inch off of the ground.

You leap to action, and say, "Oh! Yeah, baby, no problem," as you get down on your knees.

They're simple buckles and take all of ten seconds. Amanda holds onto your arm and lifts her feet one at a time so you can pull them off. Her small toes wiggle in her socks when she puts them back on the floor.

"Feel better?" you ask knowingly.

"Daddy says shoes are a con-d-struct," she tells you.

"They are!" you say, though whether you really agree might take some thought. "They're silly, huh?"

"Yeah. If we walked with no shoes, we would have tough skin like trees!"

"Like trees," you repeat. You love listening to little kids speak because they're so full of joy to share what they know, and Spencer Reid's kid? She is a walking book of facts. "That's so cool, did daddy tell you that?"

"Daddy tells me everything."

Spencer appears in a graphic t-shirt. You've only seen him dressed down through barely open hotel room doors or in photographs with Amanda. It takes a second for your brain to recognise what you're seeing.

He's a genius, so he understands what you're doing immediately.

"Oh no," he coos, bending down to take Amanda's shoulders into his hands. "I'm so sorry," —he kisses the top of her head— "I forgot all about your shoes. How will you ever get tree bark feet?"

It's sweet to see how she responds to his affection. Her eyes squint closed and she smiles softly, giggling when he scratches her shoulders through her dress.

"Thanks for releasing her, she can't stand wearing shoes when she doesn't have to," he says to you, nudging her out of the way to offer you his hand.

You take it, letting him pull you up. He doesn't let go of you straight away, instead brushing his thumb over your fingernails, one after another.

"I've been meaning to ask you to dinner for a while. I– I've never been any good at this part, I thought it would be harder, because Amanda's the only girl in the world I understand no matter how many books I read, and that's not going to last forever, but I…" Spencer's voice steadily quietens, until the tone he's using is dulcet, and his brows have pulled together. He's just as pretty frowning as smiling. "It feels easy, with you," he finishes.

"Are we having macaroni?" Amanda asks.

Spencer looks torn. "I was thinking rigatoni," he says.

"Gross, dad."

"Farfalle?"

"Bowties?" she questions suspiciously.

"Is that better than rigatoni?" he asks.

Amanda dwells on this, leaning her weight into your leg. It's an unthinking gesture that fills you with light.

"We can't have macaroni?"

You know from Spencer's bemused sigh alone that she's about to get her way.

"Do you mind?" he asks you.

Amanda pins you with a pout, raising her hands into a praying triangle. Her puppy dog eyes are killer and unnecessary.

"Whatever you want, babe," you say hurriedly.

She bursts off to her toys with an excited cheer. You're sorry to see her go, petrified of embracing yourself, and still majorly caught off guard by what Spencer said. He's wanted to ask you over for dinner for a long time, does that mean he likes you? And the way he'd held your hand — that's not an ambiguous affection.

You like Spencer. All the small things that make him him, and the huge things too. His daughter, his books, his genius mind and his clumsy heart. If he likes you too, you might just combust.

Spencer nips into the living room to put Fraggle Rock on TV. Amanda's sweet voice chases his heels, her singing a mixture of melodic gibberish and passionate recitation.

You linger as he starts to gather what he needs for dinner. He's either not worried about what you think of his confession or trying to hide that he is, knee deep in a recount of the invention of boxed mac and cheese when you touch his elbow.

"I know what you mean, about what you said before, I feel the same. It feels easy with you."

You don't know what it is. But Spencer knows everything, so you aren't worried.

He beams. His smile warps each word he says as he turns back to the saucepan he's filling with pasta. "Maybe we should get dinner without Fraggle Rock, sometime."

"I don't know, I don't think it gets any better than this." You nod your head toward the living room, Amanda's singing an adorable echo.

His smile grows impossibly bigger.

"Me neither," he says.

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #dad!spencer reid #dad spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

1K notes · View notes

pinkandgoldensoul · 2 months ago

Text

CL#16 || living in vain || drabble

Navigation || Masterlist

If this is your first time here on this blog, please check the Disclaimers here.

pairing: charles leclerc x female!reader genre: extra angst, comfort !tw!: negative thoughts, mental breakdown. If any of the things above might trigger you, please DO NOT INTERACT. Take care of your mental health and stay away from triggers, please ♥ other notes: you can find the request here word count: 0.7k

Cold spread from your fingertips onto your skin, printing shivers all over your arms as you braced yourself under the duvet. You trembled, hearing the howls of the wind shaking trees in the dead night, incapable of falling asleep. You curled on one side, trying to get small upon the mattress. That stone cold loneliness hardened your heart hit after hit. Gripping the hem of the sheets tighter and closer vainly seeking warmth, you let out a sigh. You felt like crying. As any other day. As any other week, month, year. Maybe bitterness and despair would eat your heart out and waste it gradually until you'd die, consumed; maybe tears would leave marks on your cheeks like acid rain digs holes on marble statues. Maybe you'd be left sinking into pain for the rest of your life, laying sleepless in your bed every single night.

You pressed your cheek harder on the pillow, almost burying half of your face. Thoughts popping up like your brain is a computer running with countless viruses. Where's the bug? Where's the bug in you? Where's the infected folder? Your own WannaCry malware? Where's the option to turn off everything, shutting down the engine, putting an end to it?

You whined against the pillow. You silently gasped, noticing Charles moving a bit by your side; you should've paid attention, instead of risking waking him up. His precious soul, his shining armor blinding you with its brightness, the mere thought of his perfect love for you brought you to tears. Again, you hid your shame, your guilt and sorrow against the pillow, and finally some warmth came through hot tears rolling down your cheeks. The air flowing quickly in and out your parted lips matched the rapid gusts of wind whistling outside the window; you had perfected the art of silently crying just so that you wouldn't ruin Charles' needed rest time. As not to ruin his life completely, at least. So selfish to drag him down to your level just for your own benefit, when he could choose anyone else and live the fulfilling life he deserved. Stuck with you. What a senseless waste of time. You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes shut in pain.

«Hey…» Your breath hitched, not sure whether you had misheard him mumbling to you. As his loving and warm touch sparked on your skin through the gentle grab of his hands, drawing you near his chest, surrounding you and creating a shelter of comfort, your sob cut through the silence of the bedroom. He shushed you with tenderness, reaching over to your ear and carefully putting rebel strands of your hair in place, with soothing movements dictated by sleepiness. «It's okay.» You sobbed louder and tried to retrieve from his embrace at his words, knowing their falsehood, but Charles' arms didn't let you escape his nestle of care. «Whatever is the matter, we're going to solve it together.» He then left a kiss on your shaking shoulder. «I'm here for you, okay?» His fingers, spreading open on your stomach, felt like a caress to the soul. And though your head ached - from crying, from hurting, from the weight and the darkness of its content -, you couldn't help but notice the muscles of your body relaxing a bit into his hold. «I love you.» Another hot tear crossed your cheek, but at his words you smiled. You took the arm draping over you and placed it higher, so that it would wrap over yours, shielding you completely; Charles complied right away. «You're freezing cold… Want another cover?» While Charles was about to roll over to get out of bed and grab another blanket for you, you caught his arm, silently pleading him not to leave you. Reading your will, he engulfed you back again, fully, wholly, unconditionally, affectionately, holding you with nurturing sweetness, resting his head next to yours. «Let’s sleep.» Such a simple sentence, yet breaking your heart into more sobs. So many nights you had wished for peace to come quick, in various shapes and forms; what a relief, what a moving joy, what undeserved luck to have it, at last, in the purest of its manifestations. Love.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! ♥ I’D REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU LEFT A NOTE FOR FEEDBACK, SO THANKS IF YOU DO! HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY! . · ˚✧

Navigation || Masterlist

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc x y/n #f1 angst #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #golden post

82 notes · View notes

ja3hwa · 1 year ago

Note

64 with vampire!Mingi PLEASE!! also congrats on your milestone you seriously deserve it babe <<33333

"Mark Me As Yours"

Prompt : 64 "I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : You forgot to tell your vampire lover your heat started. Now, he gets to experience that you taste like in the midst of it.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.03k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff, Supernatural.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Vampire!Mingi x CatHybrid!Reader (Female)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Blood drinking. Mating. Marking. Mentions about nests and heat. Description of reader becoming "softer" and "plump." Scenting. Scent changing. Mention of Yunho and health issues. Whimper. Mentions scent glands. Heavy Omegaverse Themes. Begging. Sappy shit. Pet names like Darling and Kitty. Swearing.

Note: ♥︎♥︎ Thank you, baby. I hope you enjoy this fic.

Masterlist | Navigation

It was a normal evening in the manor, Most of its residents have soon left for the night or gone to sleep. But among the normal night sleepers, like witches, wolves or fae, was a lone vampire, Mingi. He chose to stay in for the night, unlike the other vampires of the manor. He wanted a quiet evening with his love, a hybrid… You.

You were currently in the shower, getting ready for the movie night he had planned. You were super excited, never really getting time alone with Mingi, given he was either out working on the vampiric counsel or sleeping during the day. You didn’t mind, though, sneaking in while he was trying to prepare a nest of pillows and blankets so you would be comfortable. You tiptoed until you were behind his bent form, but before you could pounce, he turned around, catching you in his arms. He fell back onto the bed, landing with a huff on top of him.

“Well hello to you too, Darling.” He stares up at you in awe as your big fluffy ears twitch at his deep voice. Your long, luscious tale swings with joy, following a big smile painting your features. You suddenly attack his face with kisses, drawing them all the way down to his neck. He hummed in delight at the feeling, but then, as he slowly slipped into a comfortable spot, a smell invaded his nose.

It was like a salty twang with a hint of orange and poppy seeds, mixing into your natural sent. His hands grip your waist harshly, twisting you both around until you were nestled under his larger frame. You look at him with surprise, ears raised and tail no longer wagging. His nose connects with your neck suddenly smelling the most intoxicating thing. Your blood has gotten sweeter to the point he could smell it through your skin. Your body was plumper, more squishy, and hot to the touch. “Are you?”

“Maybe…” You whimpered, making Mingi let out a groan in desperation. He couldn’t believe you were having a heat right now, and he’s been away neglecting you. When he first met you, he made sure to find out everything about hybrids, specifically cat breeds. He’s never been with you through your heats as you usually take blockers or pills. But this heat felt different, and Yunho, a wolf, said it might be a good idea to see it out instead of holding it off like the past in fear of your health.

“Fuck kitty.” You purred at the nickname, “You are going to kill me.” He moved, pulling you up along the bed so your head could sit on a pillow. He starts to push blankets and pillows around you forming a functional nest of sorts. He knew you would most likely fix and make a new nest later, but for now, the comfort of the soft fabric that was riddled with Mingi’s scent satisfied you for the moment. His warm lips connect with your scent glands, and it brings out a low purr from your throat. The fluff on your tail frizzes up from his touch, and your large ears bow in contentment. But what caught you off guard was when his long, sharp fangs gliding against your hot flesh, drawing a loud gasp from your lips.

“M-Mingi, P-please…” You knew what you wanted, but your dizzy brain made it hard to speak, your tongue feeling like it had been twisted into a knot.

“What is it, my precious baby? What do you want?” His velvet voice melted your tense muscle and ached your core. You rubbed your hips against him in a pathetic attempt to relieve the pain.

“Want…” That’s right, what do you want? Your heart felt nothing but love for your Undead lover, and your pussy craved to be filled by him. But most importantly, you wanted to be his. Be marked you as his. He may not be a hybrid and share the same mating techniques as your species, but He had ways to provide a mark. His mark. If you so asked. But would he want to do it, be bound to you forever?

“Breed… Mate, Bite…” Words spilled out of your mouth before you could control it. Tears swell at the corners of your eyes. You needed him so badly, and Mingi knew it. His heart ached just as much, if not more, than yours. He never thought in all his years on this planet that he would find someone as special as you. Someone he could call his. Call his…..

“You know, I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you…” He whispered against the shell of your ear. Tears freely pour down your cheeks as your fingers scrunch into his baggy shirt. “I love you so much, Darling.”

“I love you too, Min. Please,” you begged again, and this time, Mingi knew what you wanted. What you needed. Going back to your scent gland, he kissed your hot neck before his tongue flattened against the flesh. He licked a strip before his mouth latched, suckling slightly. Moans were flying from your mouth, cries and pleas following. And before you would begin to beg once again, you felt his fangs pierce the skin, sinking deep into your jugular. Blood pooled quickly into his mouth, and Mingi groaned at the taste. Never in his life has he ever tasted such a sweet yet irony flavour. He was addicted, and if he didn’t have self-control, he would have surely drunk you dry.

But alas, he did, in fact, love you. So he pulled away, eyeing the way some trickles of blood dripped from the wound onto the sage green velvet sheets below. There was a smile on your face, following a small hiccup. Words couldn’t explain how happy you were. Mingi, your undead vampiric lover, sealed a mate mark on your neck. And it may not be a full mark like other hybrids would perform, but it was your mark. A staple to say he was your and you, his.

- ♥︎

433 notes · View notes

magics-neptunes-things · 5 months ago

Text

You Make My Heart Fluttered

Hi guys!

This is a new Luna one, it's been a long time to be honest. And with all that happened those past days we need some fluff!

This is like a 4+1, so four times Lucy almost say « I love you » to Ona and the first time she said it.

Please enjoy ♥

TW : None, I think? Let me know if you find something.

21 May 2023

Lucy is biting her nails, scared to be spotted by some fans or the journalists. She has no reason to come to see this derby officially, she’s playing in Barcelona since this summer and was in Lyon before that. She hasn’t told anyone that she will be here, except the person she wanted to surprise maybe.

She regrets not to have been able to see Ona’s face, when she sent her the picture with her plane ticket and the one to entry to the stadium for this game. Ona and her aren’t really together, they are taking their time even if several kisses were already exchanged. But it was hard for them to see each other as much as they wanted. Lucy feels frustrated, even if she can call Ona when she wants and even if they are texting almost all day long.

Lucy wants for discretion soon get ripped, because no one other than Sarina Wiegman is suddenly patting her shoulder.

“Well, hello there! I didn’t know you would be here. Would you like to come sit with me?”

Lucy groans inside but still offer a smile to her coach and stand up to follow her. She was wearing only black clothes and was with her back turning Sarina, how the hell this woman was able to recognize her?

“It’s great that you take time to come support your national teammates. So, which one are you for? City or United?”

Several weeks before, Lucy would have answer Manchester City. But now her… situationship is playing in United and of course Lucy wants her to win. But there is no way in the world that she will say that.

“I’m neutral here, they both have amazing players.”

Especially number 2 of Manchester United, Lucy thought. And when the game starts, Lucy can’t help but keep looking at Ona. She’s amazed by the way she plays, her rapidity, her strength and her perfect vision of the game. She makes feel like everything is simple, but Lucy knows very well that it isn’t.

She smirks behind her hand when United scores in the very first moment of the game, her chin resting in her palm. It’s just before the end of the first half that Sarina talks to her about something not football related.

“So. Which one are you in relationship with?”

Lucy turns wide eyes in her direction and Sarina rolls her eyes while smiling.

“I know you.”

“Well… Ona Batlle, number 2. She plays for United.”

“And Spain. I know her, very talented and precious for her teams. I hope we won’t have to play against her and Spain during the World Cup.”

The World Cup is in several months and that’s why Sarina is here to look some players, Lucy realizes. It would have been clever for her to think about it before.

“We’re not in a relationship though” Lucy mumbles.

“How’s that?”

“We are seeing each other’s, but we are not together.”

“Your generation is too complicated. Why in the world two people interested in each other would not be together if they can?”

Lucy smirks and shrug. The point of view of Sarina is probably the same as her mother’s would be, to be honest. But Lucy never talked about Ona to her parents for now. She talked about it to her brother though, so maybe they know already about the Spaniard.

“It’s a real question by the way. Is it because you want to have other possibilities if you met someone else?”

“What? No, of course not.”

Lucy frowns while Sarina shrugs. They never told specifically to the other that they don’t want to meet someone else, for Lucy it was obvious. Is it the same for Ona? She hopes so, she never even asked herself the question.

When she received a picture from Jordan about her in the stands, she knew that people would know that she was here. They don’t have any possibility to know why, though.

Lucy still has a strange feeling in her stomach after the game. She looks with pride when Ona received the MVP trophy and she discreetly make her way where Ona asked her to meet her.

The Spaniard is glowing when she finds Lucy almost twenty minutes later.

“Holà Guapa” Lucy says, making Ona chuckles.

They hug each other and Ona takes the time to breath Lucy scent before letting her go.

“I’m so happy you’re here. Thanks for coming” Ona smiles.

“My pleasure”

“Are you hungry? We can go eat somewhere or go to my apartment to order in.”

They decide to go to Ona’s, thinking that they will be more at ease there. At least they won’t take the risk to met someone they know or fans that would post pictures of them on Internet. And to be honest, Lucy would rather have Ona only for her.

She loves Ona’s apartment. It’s pretty, tidy and smells like Ona. She feels like she finds back a small part of Barcelona in Manchester. They choose what to eat before Ona disappears in her bathroom to take a shower. She doesn’t know that she let Lucy alone with her thoughts, the idea of Ona seeing someone else burning in her head and stomach.

She’s not good at hiding her feelings, so Ona realizes as soon as she comes back that there is something wrong.

“Are you ok?” she asks with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine” Lucy lies with ability.

That’s what she thought. Ona raises an eyebrow while looking at her and Lucy bites her lips nervously. She scared about what that scare means. She knows very well how much Ona impacts her, but after her breakup with Keira she didn’t want to get close to someone else again. But it was before Ona came in her life and flops all her decisions upside down.

“It’s just…” she begins while Ona sits next to her. “Do you see someone? Other than me, I mean?”

Ona looks at her blankly before answering. The silence went only for five seconds but Lucy feels like it was three hours.

“Of course not. Who told you that?”

The younger one is frowning, and Lucy shakes her head softly.

“No one. It’s just that we never really said it to each other, so I was wondering if you were still interested about maybe meeting someone else?”

Lucy raises her eyes on Ona when she takes her hand in hers. Lucy has a cocky and funny side, but Ona realizes very soon how much her breakup made marks in her comportment.

“I am not interested in meeting someone else. I want to explore what we have and see where we can go together, if that’s what you want too.”

“It is” Lucy sighs with relief.

She feels like the world is suddenly of off her shoulders and it’s with a new assurance that she takes Ona chin in her hand to kiss her. It’s probably too soon to be in love with Ona. But she knows she is. She could easily say “I love you” but it’s really to soon.

July 2023

When Lucy proposed her to go on holidays together, Ona doesn’t have to think twice about it. Enjoying the sun with her favorite person? What can she ask for more? They choose to go to Mallorca, Lucy asked Mariona about somewhere they can go without being with a bunch of tourists.

They rent a villa with a swimming pool and a private beach, and Ona is almost bouncing on her feet while walking when she arrives at the Island airport. She came right from Manchester and Lucy from Barcelona, the English woman arrived early this morning while Ona’s flight was delay and is finally here at almost lunch time.

She’s spotted by some fans who ask a picture with her, before leaving the crowd of the airport to enter in a black car with tainted windows.

“Hola Guapa” Lucy smiles when Ona has closed the door.

“Hola Beautiful”

Lucy kisses her and Ona feels her heart fluttered like every time they kiss. They haven’t had seen each other from weeks now, both being very busy with the end of the season of their club and the World Cup who is coming.

They kiss some more times before Lucy starts the car to take her girl home. She can’t help but smile in front of Ona’s happiness, her personality having the same effect on her than a sun bath. She has to admit that she loses herself while Ona is still chatting about something, but only because she’s starring at the beauty she has in front of her.

“You’re losing it” Lucy said to herself

But then she takes another look at Ona. The younger girl is smiling while talking with animation about her flight. She is talking with her hands, the veins on it being sinful in Lucy’s mind. Her naturally tan skin is like glowing in the sun and she can’t wait for Ona to actually get a tan to see more freckles in her skin just to be able to kiss more of them.

Lucy knows very well that she couldn’t have ask for someone better than Ona. Everything seems easy and simple with her. She accepts each part of Lucy without any conditions or questions. Lucy knows that she’s not perfect, far from it, but Ona makes her feel like she is.

It’s a real ego boost and probably what she needed right now.

She retains the “I love you” burning her lips when Ona looks at her with her smile and ask “What?” when she realizes how much Lucy is starring.

“Nothing. You’re just so beautiful” Lucy answers.

Ona blush violently, making Lucy chuckles. She’s not playing fair maybe, but she likes seeing Ona becoming shy in front of her.

When they arrived at the villa, Lucy takes Ona’s suitcases in their room before grabbing her hand to show her every part of it. She had time to visit them while waiting for her.

“Everything is perfect” Ona smiles when they are near the swimming pool, in front of the beach and the sea.

“It is” Lucy smiles.

Ona, standing one meter in front of Lucy, doesn’t realize that Lucy isn’t looking at the view but at her, her eyes shining with love and admiration.

I love you, she thought.

20 August 2023

They lost. Lucy is still processing to admit that information, even if she saw the Spanish team receiving the trophy, this asshole of Vilda beaming like he was the one winning it. The only positive thing for Lucy is that the Spanish women will be heard about what they are enduring because of him and the RFEF. She’s pretty sure that the kiss stolen to Jenni Hermoso will make talk too.

She’s sitting on the bench, where the English team was during the game, silver around her neck. No one is next to her; she doesn’t know where Ona is. Lucy isn’t proud of her reaction when Ona tried to approach her after the final whistle. She almost run away from her, even if they promised each other that nothing would change their bond, no matter what the result is.

But she did, and she saw the sadness in her girlfriend’s eyes when she let Mariona recomfort her several minutes after. Ona made the choice not to come for her again and went to find Jenni and Alexia, the last one understanding pretty well what was going on. Ona hasn’t need to explain anything to Alexia, the pink hair woman just passed an arm around her shoulders to give her some comfort.

Lucy knows that Alexia has a soft spot for Ona, when she learned what was between them, she threatened the English woman not to move one ear otherwise she will be very hurt.

“Let her several minutes, she needs time to process. It’s not against you, don’t worry” Alexia wisely said.

Ona only hums in answer, playing without really thinking with her Captain’s fingers. It was before going for the Cup, and now Ona is in the changing room with her teammates and all she can think about is Lucy. She doesn’t know where she is, last time she checks, Lucy was sitting on the English’s bench.

She finally manages to escape Cata and her beers to go on the pitch. She doesn’t know if Lucy would have wait (for her or for anything) but she still has to be sure.

Ona doesn’t know if she’s more relieved or nervous to see that Lucy was still here, in her jacket, looking at the empty stands. She gulps before taking tentative steps towards her girlfriend and she froze when Lucy turns her eyes on her when she spots her.

Ona’s hesitation breaks Lucy’s heart a little more and she half stands up when she talks.

“Ona… Please, come.”

The steps the Spaniard takes less shy now and Lucy is looking at her with tearful eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have – “

“Don’t” cuts Ona while sitting next to her. “It’s ok, I understand.”

Ona’s empathy makes her tears more difficult to keep at bay. Lucy shakes her head and look at the ground, trying to put her feelings in the right order.

“It’s my fault” Lucy says brokenly. “I lost the ball and then Carmona was able to score.”

“None of that. Mary should have been able to stop the ball or one of your strikers should have scored too. You aren’t alone in this team, Lucia.”

Lucy shakes her head again. Those are the exact words she needed to hear, it’s like Ona is able to read her mind. It’s amazing and scary at the same time. She doesn’t realize that her tears are rolling on her face, but Ona does. Leaving her seat, she kneeled in front of Lucy to take her face between her hands.

“I feel like I let anyone down” Lucy whispers.

This time Ona passes her arms around Lucy’s neck, their faces closer that they haven’t been since their trip in Mallorca. Almost two months without a kiss exchanged and when they meet again it’s for breaking the heart of one of them.

“You didn’t let anyone down” Ona whispers back. “You were exceptional during the tournament, the best player of your team. You know as much as I do that your family and friends are really proud of you. I am proud of you.”

She doesn’t know what Lucy search in her eyes, but she lets her look at it the time she needed. They are in their bubble, forgetting the people around them and that there are photographs still in the pitch.

No one can see their faces and just when Lucy wanted to tell Ona those famous three words, the younger one close the distance between their mouths to kiss Lucy softly. It’s not the kind of kiss that you may share after being apart from your lover for two months. Ona’s kiss is sweet, delicate and so loving. Comforting.

They are disturbed several seconds after that kiss by someone walking in their direction. When Lucy raises her head, she realizes that it’s Mariona, who is smiling softly at them.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Ale sent me to tell you that there are still journalists around you.” Mariona says in Spanish.

Ona groans and Lucy rolls her eyes, but the Spaniard sit next to Lucy anyway. Using her jacket, Lucy takes Ona’s hand in hers while Mariona sits on her other side. Like other friends, Mariona knows about Lucy and Ona’s relationship. But Ona wanted to it to stay secret during the World Cup, not wanting to have comment about it from the staff or the Federation.

Lucy kept looking at Ona from the corner of her eyes while they are talking with Mariona. They are supposed to go back to their respective hotels after that, Ona will probably go out with her team to party. But she needs to find a way to have time with her girl. They will go to Menorca in several day before the season’s debut, only the two of them, but tonight she would love to have Ona with her.

Each team has a curfew, but Lucy will manage to make Ona enter her hotel and her room anyway. They didn’t talk about it to anyone. But they missed each other too much and Lucy smiles for the first time after the game when Ona will say that she “Would climb the ten floors to see you, if I need to”.

August 2023

The hotel they rent has separated balcony and private swimming pools and it’s perfect that way because they almost never left their room. Lucy can only realize how much she is obsessed with her own girlfriend, not able to keep her hand off of Ona. Not that the younger one seems to complain about something, she is rather cuddly and touchy too.

Tonight, they finally decided to go out to eat something on a fancy restaurant Lucy spotted on Internet, but when Ona gets out of the bathroom in her white dress, hugging her body in every right part, Lucy almost jumped on her to rip her clothes off.

“Oh, come on” Lucy groans, throwing her hands in the air.

“What?”

Ona frowns, looking down on her outfit, persuaded that something is wrong. Her longs hairs fall on her shoulder and Lucy knows that it’s probably to hide the hickey she made last night even if they usually chose not to leave marks. She got a little lost in her feelings.

“How am I supposed to breath normally next to you, please?”

Realizing what Lucy meant, Ona smiles and arch an eyebrow while looking at her girlfriend.

“You must be joking right? Have you seen yourself, all abs and arms in display? You’re so hot that it’s ridiculous.”

Lucy smirks, before walking in Ona’s direction seductively.

“We still can cancel the restaurant” she says, grabbing Ona by her hips. “I’d love to order in and stay here”

“No” Ona laughs, putting one finger on Lucy’s lips when she went to kiss her neck. “You promised me the best paella in Menorca. We are going.”

Lucy whines and bites Ona finger slightly. The eyes of the youngest sparkle when she looks at her girlfriend. She seems so happy that Lucy feels her heart melt for her. Ona kisses her softly, stopping it the second when Lucy tries to deepen it.

“Behave yourself Lucia” Ona whispers before kissing her one more time to erase the pout on Lucy’s lips.

Almost a half hour later, they are at the restaurant. The view is beautiful, once again. Ona really like this place and she doesn’t hesitate to say it to Lucy. The latter smiles absently, looking at her girlfriend from the corner of her eyes. Even if it’s almost 8PM, the sky is still blue with the sun going under the sea.

They decided to share a paella and Lucy command them two Sangria. When the waitress left, she turns to watch Ona, just to see that she’s taking pictures of her with her phone.

“What are you doing?” Lucy smirks.

“Picturing the moment. It would be a shame not to have memories of you at that moment.”

Lucy rolls her eyes and take Ona’s chair with her hands to drag the new Barcelona’s signing just next to her.

“At least take one with me”

They in fact take more that one, even if Lucy will only share the ones Ona took of her alone. People don’t need to know that one of the others is her new wallpaper.

Even if it was hard at first to actually get out of their bedroom, they share a perfect moment. The food is perfect, the Sangria excellent (they actually ask for more), the view amazing and they both couldn’t ask for a better company.

When they come back to their room, several hours later, they both are a little tipsy. Lucy isn’t against a glass of wine from time to time, but Ona doesn’t drink a lot. She’s the one giggling, holding Lucy’s arm to be able to walk properly. And Lucy can only smile, she realized early in their relationship that Ona’s giggling is making funny things to her.

They managed to arrive in their room and Ona stumble to the couch, before lying on it, facing the ceiling. Once again, Lucy got struck by Ona’s beauty. She knows that she probably won’t be tired one day to look at her girlfriend’s perfection.

She is so in love.

It was stupid of her to try to fight her feelings in the beginning or to try to stop how fast and big they grow. She couldn’t ask for more or better.

She doesn’t say to Ona that she loves her right now, because they are tipsy and suddenly Ona’s turning her head with this special thing in her eyes that makes her head spin. So she just joins Ona on the couch to start what she wanted to do as soon as Ona got out of the bathroom some hours earlier.

22 October 2023

Lucy knows that it’s late today when she opens her eyes. The sun tries timidly to appear despite the shutters they closed when going to bed last night.

It was late, almost this morning to be honest. They played against Granada yesterday and after that Ona managed to convince her to go eat something in a restaurant. Unable to say no to her, Lucy followed her just to be surprised by a private restaurant, balloons, an “Per molts anys” garland and a lot of her relatives and friends. Her brother and his children couldn’t be here, but her parents and her sister were. Just like some of their teammates and friends.

Ona organized all of that, in addition to her training and her studies and Lucy’s mind blown. How did she managed to do that without her seeing anything? She didn’t have time to ask her the question though, she was way too busy having fun with her friends. Even if she kidnapped Ona to thank her with a kiss at some point of the night.

They won’t be together at Lucy’s real birthday, the national camps being at this date. Ona decided to surprise her girlfriend anyway.

When they got home, they both took a shower before going to bed. In several seconds they were out, and it was almost ten hours before.

Lucy is on her back while Ona is on her stomach, one of her hands on Lucy’s stomach, under her top tank. It makes Lucy smile and she roll slowly on her stomach too, trying not to wake Ona up.

It’s not unusual for Ona to actually sleep in Lucy’s bed. It has, in fact, became their bed. At first, Ona wasn’t able to find an apartment who was good enough for her. So, her plan was to sleep to Aitana’s, but it’s safe to say that she must have sleep there three times.

She’s not even searching for her proper flat now, her belongings are standing next to Lucy’s and the English woman made place for Ona’s cloths in her closet. Even if Ona likes to wear Lucy’s clothes, just like right now. She’s wearing an old Manchester City jersey, with Bronze written on the back.

Ona wasn’t facing her, so she just has her head and long hair in view. But she strokes softly her hair, clearing the few strands she knows are obstructing Ona’s face. She restrains herself not to wake her, knowing that Ona loves her beauty sleep. That girl could sleep twelve hours non-stop and still take a nap several hours later.

When Lucy kisses her head, the Spaniard stirs and mumbles something in Catalan that Lucy doesn’t understand. But it still makes her smile. Her Spanish is much better since she’s with Ona, who even started to teach her Catalan. But not the “Sleepy from a beauty’s Catalan”.

After a big breathing, Ona turns her head to face Lucy, who start to stroke her face this time, drawing imaginary drawings between her freckles. It makes Ona smile softly and close her eyes again.

The amount of love, the strength of her feelings for Ona are too much. She feels like she will soon explode from affection for her. So, she just says it. For the first time.

“I love you.”

Ona’s eyes are suddenly wide open, looking at Lucy. The English smirks at Ona’s reaction, but in reality, her heart is beating fast. She never said that to Ona before and Ona didn’t say it either. They know obviously how much they care about each other. But never said it out loud.

“Did you lose your tongue?” Lucy laughs after several moments of silence.

“No, I just… Wasn’t excepting this”

“What, me loving you?”

Ona rolls her eyes; she remembers perfectly her confessions one night in Lucy’s bed about how much she rambles to some of her friends about the fact that the Lucy Bronze could be interested in her.

“More about you saying it at a random moment when I just woke up”

“There is nothing random in our relationship. And I should have told you sooner. I love you, Ona. T’estimo bojament.”

The Catalan part makes Ona’s heart fluttered and her smile is bigger than ever. She cups softly Lucy’s face with her hand to kiss her lovingly. Between two kisses, she managed to say

“T’estimo també”

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #lucy bronze #lucy and ona #lucy bronze imagine #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle

120 notes · View notes

proudahgase-exol · 3 months ago

Text

𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮

Summary: San becomes friends with one of Ateez backup dancers they became really close to the point were he tell her everything you get mad and suspicious thinking that he’s cheating on you.

Warning: cussing, mention of cheating

Ps: sorry for the wrong spellings 😰

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙༺♥༻❀༺♥༻ ͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺

Your pov

"Yeah, well, I’ll see you later.” San said, as I was still standing next to him.

“Don’t tell me you forgot, dummy." Mandy said, teasing

“Forgot what?” San asked in confession, looking between Mandy and me.

“We agree to go out for a few drinks tomorrow night with some of your members and backup dancers,” she replied, smiling.

“Ah yes, I’ll be there, then see you tomorrow, then bye." said, as he tried to take my hand in his

As I pulled my hand away from San, I began to walk to his car and got in before he could open the door for me. I was so pissed off and couldn’t believe what I just heard a second ago.

On the drive back to our place, San tried to make a conversation with me, but I was just ignoring him, not in the mood to talk to him. When we got home, I got out of the car as soon as possible and walked into our shared bedroom, where I pulled a bag out and started to pack a few things to spend the night with a friend.

“Hey baby, what’s up with you? Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?” San asked, confused.

“I’m staying with a friend for the night." I said it coldly.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, clueless.

“I don’t know, San. Maybe it is the fact that I spend all day being ignored or the fact that you forgot that tomorrow is a really important day for me at last,” I said, being passively aggressive.

“If you're mad because I’m going out with Mandy and the other, I can cancel and go do whatever we were going to do,” he said, trying to make the situation better.

“You know fucking well, I don’t care if you go with the guys or your backup dancer, but you forgot something,” I said, getting pissed by the second

“Is it because I’m close friends with Mandy? Are you really jealous of her?” He said he was laughing.

"Yes, San, yes, I'm fucking jealous of the bitch you go to whenever we get into a fight or for any other reason. I don’t know why you have the need to tell that bitch about our marriage. Why do you always go to her for comfort?” I said, trying not to cry.

“I need someone to talk to who can hear me, and I can’t do that with you,” he said, rolling his eyes.

"Ah, so you tell her how shitty of a wife I’m? Or how can't I pleasure you in bed anymore? Or that I can’t keep you happy any more." I asked, letting some tears flow.

“I tell her a few things, but never personal stuff,” he replied.

“If your telling her about our marriage, it's personal, why do you tell her everything you intend to come to me and tell me I can’t make you happy anymore or that I can’t make you cum anymore? Why do you have to tell her that?" I said, yelling at him.

“I don’t know, okay, it just feels good to tell someone else what I feel,” he replied.

“Okay cool, you know what fuck you, I’m done. I’m so done being the butt if the joke from now on, your a free man. Choi San, you are free to do whatever you please. You are free to finally have your way with your precious little Mandy,” I said, walking up to the front door.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, confused.

"Oh, don’t act stupid. I can see the way you look at her, the way you used to look at me. I can tell you like her from the way you have to impress her or how you went all out for her birthday. You didn’t even put in an effort for my birthday,” I said, pointing at his chest.

“Of course I did. I took you out to your favorite restaurant. We ate sushi, don’t you remember? Then we went out for a movie,” he tried to justify for himself.

"San, I hate sushi, and I didn’t want to go to the movies either; you didn’t even say happy birthday that day,” I said defiantly.

“But you don’t have to worry about me anymore. You can finally take your chance with her. You can finally date the girl of your dreams here. I won’t be needing this anymore." I said, pulling my wedding ring out of my purse, placing it on his palm, bringing my bag, and walking out of the house.

San pov

When she closed the door, I fell to my knees. I felt like the biggest asshole. I lost the love of my life, all because I was trying to impress a girl when I already had what I wanted and needed.

I looked at her weeding ring, and I started to cry. I was so stupid for doing everything I’ve done without knowing I was hurting my wife. I stayed on the floor for god knows how long, then made my way to the bedroom, where I fell asleep crying.

The next day I went to work, but I was cold and distant to anyone who got near me. Seonghwa got worried and took me to the side and asked me what was wrong, and I told him everything that happened. Hoonjoog was also there, and he looked disappointed.

As the day continued, Wooyoung was giving me an attitude, and I was fed up, so I asked him what his problem was.

“What’s your problem? Why are you being an asshole?” I asked angrily.

“I didn’t know why you sped up the night crying at my girlfriend’s place. Tell us how much she hates you." Wooyoung said he was pissed.

“What happens in my marriage is none of your business, and why did she have to go and tell her about our problems?” I asked, annoyed.

“I don’t know; maybe it’s the same reason why you go to Mandy and Bitch about Y/N. Yeah, I overheard you talking about her and how she couldn’t make you cum and how unhappy you were with your sex and married life,” Wooyoung said angrily. “By the way, she also knows about what you said; she was there too.”

I just stood there looking at all the guys; they looked disappointed and confused. I knew I had messed up, but I didn’t know what to do anymore. I didn’t even know if I could fix anything. I was so embarrassed, so I just turned around, left the studio, and made my way home.

When I got home, I felt something off, like I was forgetting something. I started to remember the first night, and I remembered what y/n had said about an important date, so I checked my phone calendar, and there it was: today was our third-year anniversary.

I knew I couldn’t do anything about it, even if I tried. I knew she wouldn’t want to see me, and I don’t blame her. I did this to myself. Now I have to find a way to fix my marriage.

Mandy pov

Today was the day some of the ateez members and Bcakup dancers would go out for some drinks, and I was excited to meet with San.

I knew he was married, but what he had told me was that he was unhappy in the marriage and that he regretted marrying his wife. At first, I thought it was a joke because they both seemed really happy together, but as time went on, I started to see what he meant.

San and I grew closer as he would come to me when he wanted to talk about his problems, and as time went on, I started to flirt with him, and he didn’t try to stop me, so I continued.

I kind of feel bad for his wife, but I couldn’t help myself. I liked the attention San was giving me, and although he never tried anything with me, I wish he had, but I knew he didn’t want to cheat on you.

Now I was getting ready to go meet everyone at the bar we agreed on, and I noticed how Seonghwa and Mingi were acting wired, and when I tried to engage in the conversation, they would ignore me.

I soon got bored and asked Wooyoung where San was, and his reply was cough me of gard.

“Goddamnit, can’t you stop? Can’t you stop being a pick me bitch?” Wooyoung said angrily, “Because of you, my two best friends might get divorced. Because of you, my best friend is crying her eyes out in my girlfriend’s apartment because of you. You don’t feel like she was good enough for San.”

“What do you mean by getting a divorce?” And why are you blaming me if she was the one who couldn’t keep him happy?" I defended myself, then Mingi turned and began to talk.

“He was dumb; he was not thinking straight; he actually loves his wife. Now he regrets befriending you and losing her. He thought he wasn’t happy with her, but just a day without her is eating him alive. So Mandy, if you ever thought you could get a chance with San, well, you are wrong because San loves you. Even if they get into really bad fights, he will always choose her." Mingi added, trying to keep his anger down.

“Ill admit he was tempted by you; he was interested in you, but he never made an effort to try to seduce you; he never tried to cheat on you with you; he was acting dumb, and there’s no excuse for that. Now he regrets it deeply; he’s scared of losing his wife for good. So if I were you, I would try not to come across either of them." Seonghwa said calmly

I was so embarrassed for what they told me, so I just got up and left. I walked around the park for a bit and sat down on an empty bench. I didn’t know what to do. I really thought San would like me and leave you for me, but after hearing how much he loves her and how hurt he was, I started to feel like an asshole.

I took my phone out and tried to call San, but it went right to voicemail. I texted him, but he left me on hold for a few minutes. Then I got a message from him telling me he doesn’t want to see me ever again.

I feel bad. I could tell he was really upset, and all because of me, I try to think of something to fix everything, so I send a text to you, hoping she could talk to me.

Mandy: hello y/n I heard what happened to you and San, and I was hoping we could talk.

Y/N: And why should we talk? You want to brag it on my face and tell me you won; tell me you could make my husband happier than I ever could.

Mandy: No, I want to apologize for my actions and try to help you fix your marriage.

Y/N: I don’t think there’s anything to save anymore; he made it clear last night.

Mandy: Please just hear me out; it won’t take long, I promise.

Y/N: Fine, meet me at the coffee place by KQ tomorrow morning.

Mandy: okay

The next day, I walked to the coffee shop that was closed by the KQ building and sat down in the back, where we could have some privacy.

After twenty minutes, Y/N finally arrived. She looked really bad, like she hadn’t slept in a while, but she still managed to look good. I could see why San liked her.

When she walked up to me, she looked like she wanted to hit me, but I guess she held herself back. She sat down in front of me and waited for me to say something.

I was nervous. I didn’t want to say something that would make everything worse, and although I should be happy that her and San were getting divorced, I felt bad because I could now see how deeply they love each other, and I was just standing in the way, so I had to make everything right. I wanted San to be happy, and his happiness was with you.

“I heard what you and San are going through, and I’m sorry it was because of me. I was selfish and not thinking of the harm I was doing you,” I said nervously.

“Did you and my husband sleep together?” She asked coldly.

"God, no, of course he would never do that,” I said in shock.

“You seem to know a lot about him, so tell me how many things he told you. Did he say I was a shit wife? Did he say I couldn’t sexually please him?” She said she was pissed.

“He didn’t say it like that; he was just angry; he didn’t mean it; he just said you couldn’t keep him happy like he wanted, and I agree, so I try to do what you didn't, I guess." I said I was scared of her reaction.

"Ah, so you also think I couldn’t keep my husband happy? Were you planning on sleeping with him? Did it make you happy that he was going to you instead of his wife?” She asked angrily.

“At first I did want to sleep with him, and I tried to, but he never noticed what I was doing; his mind was always on you. Every conversation we had was about you, and now that I think back, I can see that you were never the problem,” I said, looking at her.

"Well, it doesn’t matter anymore; our marriage is over, so you can get your change with him. I’m just upset that I was a terrible wife. I made him think he couldn’t talk to me about his feelings, and instead he went to you. I guess all this is my fault. I lost him when I should have been more attentive with him,” she said, crying.

“Yeah, this is not your fault; it’s his and mine. You should talk to him, talk things out, and work on your marriage. I know there’s still hope to fix it, and I hope you do. I’m sorry I came in between you guys. I can see he truly loves you." I told her sincerely.

After that conversation, y/n left without saying anything else, and I just sat there feeling guilty. She was a nice person; she never treated me badly, not even when I flirted with her husband right in front of her. She didn’t deserve what’s happening, and I just hope she can work things out with San.

Guilt was eating me up. I might have sounded so pathetic for trying to get with a married man and now trying to help them get on good terms.

Y/n pov

When I left the coffee shop, I didn’t know what to think or what to do, so I just walked back to my friend's apartment and told her what Mandy said. She told me to think about what I wanted to do to take some time and not rush things, and she also told me I could stay with her for as long as I needed to.

After thinking about it for a while, I thought she was joking or that she was finding some sort of satisfaction in what was happening. But I just ignored it and tried not to think about it.

After a week, I was feeling better. I was still with my friend, and I haven’t talked to nor seen San since that night. Wooyoung didn’t like to talk about San because every time he would get pissed.

It was until almost three weeks when Seonghwa called me worried; he had texted me first, telling me I needed to pick up the phone because it was urgent. When he called, it was around two in the morning.

(on the phone)

Haw🥰:y/n Sorryy to wake youup,p but you need to come to yours and San’s place. He’s not beeneating,g and he’s been drinking nonestop.pHee also beatMingi.i

You: Why is he drunk? Why is he acting up?

Haw🥰:Hee’s been crying andbreakingg stuff since the night you lefthim;m he’s only beendrinking,g and we don’t know what to do withhim.mAlll he’s sayingiss thatit'ss his fault that he lostyou,u andthat's whys he wants to see youagain.n

You: Well, I don’t want to see him; he’s been acting like an asshole and expects me to be cool about it.

Haw🥰: Iknow,w but he really needsyou.uPleasee come and help us calm himdown.nIff you don’t want to see him everagain,n weunderstand,d but just thisonce.e

You: Fine, I’ll be there in twenty, but you own me.

After the phone call, I got up, changed, and made my way to San’s place. I was kind of worried about him; he wasn’t a drinker, but he can still drink a shot of tequila, so I knew this was serious.

When I got to the apartment, I could hear the guys trying to calm San down; they were so loud that I could hear them from outside.

When I got to the door, I pulled my key and entered, and I saw the mess.

There were plates, clothes, and bottles everywhere. I could see picture frames around the place as well, and I heard sobbings coming from the bedroom, so I made my way up there.

The guys were outside the bedroom looking worried. They turned around and saw me. They ran up to me and asked me to help them.

I nodded and asked them to wait in the living room while I talked to San. I saw them as they walked away, then I turned to the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and tuned the nob to enter.

When I walked in, I saw that the room was messy and dark. I walked up to where San was and saw that he was crying, so I sat down to meet his legs and started talking to him.

“Hey San, let’s get you cleaned up and get you to bed; it’s late,” I said.

“I don’t want to. I need to fix my mistake. I need to call Y/N and ask her to take me back,” he said in between sobs.

“I know, but it’s late and you need to sleep. How about you sleep for a bit, then when you wake up, I’ll let you talk to her?” I asked him.

“Are you sure you promised me that? I really want to talk to her at last one last time because she decides to throw me out of her life,” he asked, hopeful.

“I promise, now go to sleep; the guys are worried sick,” I replied.

"Okay,” he whispered, “I hope she wants to talk. I miss her so much. I made a big mistake.”

"Okay, now sleep. I’ll tell the guys that you're good now, okay?" I said as I watched him cover himself.

After I made sure he was asleep, I walked out of the room, closed the door slowly, and made my way to the living room, where the guys were.

“Is he asleep now?”

“Is he okay?”

“Are you leaving?”

The guys began to ask as soon as they saw me enter the living room. I walked to one of the empty seats, sat down, and began to talk.

“He’s okay now; he’s sleeping, so there's nothing to worry about. You guys can go home now that it’s late,” I replied.

“What about you? Are you also leaving?” Hongjoong asked

“I’ll stay to clean up and wait for San to wake up so we can talk,” I replied.

“Do you want one of us to stay with you and help you clean?" Yeosang asked, looking around the room.

“I’ll stay and help her; you guys can go back home." Seonghwa replied, getting up from where he was sitting.

“I’ll stay, and I’ll help you guys clean." Jongho said

"Okay, grate, call us if you guys need anything; we’ll see you later." Mingi said, getting up and walking to the door.

After the rest of the guys left, Seonghwa and Jongho started cleaning up the stairs, and I cleaned the living room.

After an hour of cleaning, we were done, and I told the guys to go home and I'd stay the night in the guest bedroom, but Jongho insisted on staying in case I needed him, so I eventually agreed.

The next day, I woke up early and made breakfast soon after Jongho woke up, and we ate together before he left for work.

Once he left, I stayed behind. After I cleaned up the plates, I sat down in the living room, thinking of whether I should stay till San woke and talked or if I should leave, but I was interrupted by San walking down the stairs.

When I looked up, San was standing in the doorway of the living room, looking at me in shock.

“Yeah, you actually here. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you last night,” he said as he took my hand in his

“The guys had called me because you were shitface drunk and they couldn’t handle you anymore." I said I was unimpressed.

"Shit, I know I have just been feeling like shit these past few days, and I missed you. The only way I could forget about everything was by getting drunk, but I guess I made it worse because it made me miss you even more,” he said in a broken tone.

“You need to stop drinking and apologize to the guys; they have to deal with you all the time. I swear Seonghwa was so stressed last night,” I replied back.

“We are not getting a divorce, right? Please tell me you won’t walk out of here. I can’t lose you. You have everything I want and need,” he said ignoring what I said as he walked up to me and got on his knees and begged.

"San, get up, please, and go take a shower. You stink so much of alcohol,” I said, getting up from the couch and pulling him up by his arms.

"No, unless you tell me you’ll be here when I get out of the bathroom, please promise you will stay here and wait so we can talk so I can win you back,” he really said, with home behind his sad eyes.

"Sure, fine, go. I’ll make you something to eat in the mean time,” I said, walking to the kitchen.

When San left, I made some soup to help with the hangover, placed a bowl on the dining table, and sat across from him and waited for San.

A few minutes passed, and San walked in, sat across from me, and began to eat in silence, but I could feel him looking at me once in a while.

After he was done, he took his place in the sink, walked back to his seat, and began talking.

“Yeah, I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have gone to another woman and talked to her about our problems. I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away with her. I messed up and I hurt you so much, and it kills me to know that you might ask me for divorce, and I won’t blame you.” He said he was fidgeting with his fingers.

“My only question is, why did you go to her and why didn’t you talk to me instead? Did I make you feel like I couldn’t trust me?” I asked, looking at him.

“To be honest, it was because I’m stupid. I thought if I talked to someone else, they might know what I should do, but I was completely wrong,” he said, ashamed of himself.

“Did I not make you happy enough? Was I not a good enough wife for you? Did you at any point have feelings for her?” I asked, feeling insecure.

“Oh no, of course not. I never had feelings for her; she was only a friend, and you are an amazing wife, the best wife in the world. It’s me, the one who’s been a bad husband. I’m so sorry, baby. I feel like shit for hurting the most important person to me.”

He said he was stretching his hand out to me.

“Y/n baby, please give me a second chance, and I'll promise to be a good husband. I’ll never hurt you or ever gain. I can’t have you away from me for too long; it’s hurting me too much. I’m so sorry, princess. Please forgive me,” he said as he squeezed my hand.

“It’s going to take a while for me to fully forgive you. I still feel hurt, but I’ll take you back if you promise me to go to couples therapy because we really need it,” I said, giving him a small smile.

"Yes, of course, I’ll do anything for you. I’ll also promise you that I’m the husband you deserve, and I’ll never screw up again. I’m scared to lose you, so I’ll do anything not to lose the love of my life,” he said, standing up and walking up to me and hugging me.

I truly knew he would change because I could see through him and tell that he regrets what he did, and that’s good enough for me. I know that by taking our stuff out, we’ll be better and not have any more problems. I believe in him.

I hope you enjoy it I liked it up until the end let me know what you think I’ll do better next time I have another Fic that I’m working on. I’m the future I might come back and edit it but for now that is how it will stay.

72 notes · View notes