#i want to touch all my friends all the time!! i want it to be Socially Acceptable Behavior so i don't freeze up when the chance comes!

[multiversediaries]

LOVE BRUISES

⤷ BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: A passionate night with Bucky caused a painful cervix bruise. Now all healed up, your boyfriend is scared to hurt you again.

Warning: soft and very cute, domestic buck! mentions of sex, small smut!

Part count: 1/2

A/N: hope you all enjoy! i absolutely adore domestic buck <3 apologies for any mistakes! english is not my first language :( i recently had eye surgery so my vision is a bit impaired! please do let me know of any grammatical mistakes!!

Your eyes widen at the intense pain you were currently feeling. A curse slipped from your lips, as you tried sitting on your shared bed. It was the day after an intense night with your long time boyfriend, Bucky Barnes.

Bucky could be rough at times, not that you hated it. In the contrary, you would find yourself begging the Winter Soldier to touch you, and pound you harder. But it seems like yesterday was too much for you to handle.

You made your way towards your bathroom, trying to continue on with your day. But the awful pain in your back and abdomen was driving you absolutely inside.

Samuel leaned back into his chair, staring at you, as you walked into the living room. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you were walking.

“You good?” Sam chuckled, crossing his arms infront of his chest. You shot him an annoyed look, shaking your head. You walked up to the couch, attempting to sit down without hurting yourself even more. “Rough night?” Sam teased you, raising an eyebrow at you. You snickered at him, knowing he probably heard you both last night. You remember how loud you were, not that your sore throat was any reminder.

“Too rough, it seems.” You replied, biting your lip. It was embarrassing to talk about this with Sam, but you were all so close to each other.

“No shit.” Sam laughed, throwing his head back whilst laughing still. You shook your head softly, furrowing your eyebrows, feeling a bit nauseous now. Sam’s laughter soon died down, as he saw your pained expression. “Oh, shit.”

“I’m fine! I swear.” You started, waving your arms in front of you, to try and stop Sam from panicking. “Bucky’s just… a big man, y’know? And we can get pretty… Let’s just say it was bound to happen.” You blushed at your own words. Bucky was much bigger than you, in height and built.

“I think I should get checked up, though. Pain’s pretty bad.” You continued, trying to change the conversation. You didn’t want to talk about your sex life to Bucky’s best friend. Sam sat up straight, biting his lip in worry.

“Shit, maybe he bruised you.” Sam said softly. This was probably it. It happens all the time, but this was your very first time experiencing something like this. You sighed softly, nodding your head.

“Do you mind distracting Buck while I go? Don’t want him to worry about this.” You asked.

“Oh, that ain’t gon’ work. Don’t you know the man?” Sam shook his head, knowing how overprotective Bucky was with you.

“Oh, come on, Sam. I won’t be long, just distract him—“

“Distract me from what?” You heard the man of the hour say softly. You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip. Great. You slowly turned to look at him, staring at his serious expression. A smile instantly appeared in your lips, being so whipped for your boyfriend. His expression softened by your sweet face, now walking closer to you in the couch.

“Nothing. Just wanna get checked up really quick.” You said gently, trying to avoid certain words to prevent any worry from him. However, he knew you like the back of his hand, and he knew you were hiding something from him.

“Checked up? For what?”

“Oh, just—”

“She’s sore.” Sam started, your eyes widen quickly before quickly turning to look at Sam, your eyes begging him to shut up. “From last night.” He continued, and you couldn’t help but sigh, Bucky’s eyes widen, quickly meeting yours. He took in the sight of you, as if looking for discomfort and pain.

“What?— Did I hurt you, doll?” Bucky’s voice softened, his hands cupping your face, now kneeling in front of you. You could���ve sworn you almost melted into your seat.

“No, Buck, of course not!” You started, shaking your head, your hands laying on top of his in your face. You genuinely didn’t want him to worry or even worse, blame himself. You heard him sigh, knowing deep inside you were lying. He could feel your tense muscles; probably from the pain.

“I’ll take you to the clinic, okay?” He continued to softly speak to you. You sighed gently as his loving hands left your face to gently caress your thigh.

Cervical bruising.

God, it was extremely embarrasing to hear your doctor explain how to practice safe sex right in front of your long term partner. You remember how awkward the drive home was. Silent. Not uncomfortable, you could never be uncomfortable with Bucky, but you could just tell he felt terrible for overworking you that night.

Nights have passed awfully slow. You felt restless. Probably because your usually, very physically loving boyfriend rarely touched you. It was as if Bucky was somewhat scared of hurting you with his touch. Scared that a single caress could break you. The first nights, he even went as far as making a wall out of your extra pillows, just to be extra sure he wouldn't roll over you or embrace you at night. You ensured him it was not necessary, but after the advices of your doctor to hopefully ease your pain, Bucky was adamant to your safely and comfort. Bucky even went as far as getting you a heating pad, as your doctor explained how it would help with the pain. He just wanted you to be safe and healthy.

Bur you only craved the touch of your gentle soldier. For these endless couple of nights, Bucky would shower before bed, as usual, and hop into his side of the bed. He'd place a sweet, awfully short peck to your lips, roll on his side and fall asleep. It started to hurt your feelings how he seemed to rest so well without hugging you through the night. Soon enough, a couple of nights had passed since your small, and embarrassing injury. You felt as if you were going insane. You weren't only craving the sweet embrace of your man at night, you were also so incredibly horny.

You felt like a teenager, getting excited by the single sight of Bucky resetting his metal arm, or by the way his necklace would dangle over your face whenever he would help you to bed. It was the smallest things that would just get you going. You were currently watching as Sam and Bucky continued to fix Sam's family boat, standing by a pole, gently leaning on it. Bucky was wearing a short sleeve grey t-shirt, that accentuated his muscles perfectly. It brought butterflies to your stomach as Bucky noticed your frame, his attention now on his beautiful girl.

"Wait inside, baby. Don't want you to stand in the sun like that." Bucky spoke, a bit loud for you to hear. You smiled at him, shaking your head.

"It's okay! I'm a bit bored inside... Anything I can help with?"

"Yeah, actually! Grab that-"

"Sam." Bucky leaned over to softly slap Sam's chest. "No. She's supposed to be resting.' He continued, earning a small groan to leave your lips. Sam chuckled, raising his arms up in defense. Bucky wiped his greasy hands, walking towards you right after. "Doctor's orders." He said, his voice stern yet so incredibly loving, as if he were still worried. "I'll get you a chair, mhm? You can watch us or somethin." He mumbled, planting a sweet kiss to your cheek, before walking away. You let out a big sigh, closing your eyes in annoyance.

"Doctor's orders, he said." Sam mocked, a smirk in his face. A small grin appeared on your lips as you heard him mock your overprotecting boyfriend.

"I'm okay now. It happened almost two weeks ago and he's still..." You started, walking a bit closer to Sam. It was true. You felt all back to normal, and had been feeling this way for a few days now. No pain, no discomfort. You just felt needy.

"Y’know he's all intense like that." Sam said, offering you a small smile, while still working on the boar. You nodded, shrugging your shoulders. Bucky was just very overprotective over you, you knew this. It wasn't out of character for him to act this way. But now that you were all healed, you couldn't help but feel a bit bad, a bit unwanted even.

You spent the entire day, sitting, watching them work. Whenever you'd try to help, your sergeant of a boyfriend would order you back to your seat. You were only allowed to do small work, like hold their tools, which was exactly what you were doing right now. Here you stood, by the first floor of the boat, holding a screw driver as Bucky tried to fix the motor. You were so incredibly bored, but your mind was definitely active, dirty thoughts filling your mind. His grey shirt was now wet, and stained. It hugged his body even better than before.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky chuckled as he watched you, watching him. He had noticed a while ago, yet had decided to not mention it, loving your gaze on him. Your cheeks flushed, nodding your head.

"You look good." You simply said, your ears turning red. embarrassed by being caught staring. There was just so much tension between you, sexual tension.

"Yeah?" Bucky cockily asked, tilting his head, to follow your eyes as you tried hiding your flushed expression. He had even placed his tools down, now fully entertaining you. You nodded your head, now staring into his eyes, giggling softly. Your laugh died very quickly now swallowing hard as you took in how close he was.

His hands took their place in your hips. He felt you shake at his touch, noticing his effect on you. His face so close to yours, you could feel his breathing by your cheek. Bucky licked his lips, his eyes roaming your entire body, fully checking you out. His breath hitched, watching you be so visibly affected by him. It was so obvious how both of you were so deprived of one another.

You don't even remember who started the kiss. You just know your hands were now tangled in his soft hair, as Bucky devoured your mouth. There was no point in stopping the moans and whimpers that left your mouth, you were in pure bliss. Your tongues continued to explore each other's mouth, kissing passionately. Bucky would pull away for air, hissing in between kisses, genuinely feeling as if he were going insane. He was desperate. So desperate that his hands lifted you up, sitting you down on the same motor he had been trying to fix earlier. He now stood between your legs, his hands cupping your head, kissing you deeply and lovingly.

"Oh, baby..." Bucky whimpered once he pulled away for air yet again. Both your chests rising up and down, already exhausted by your very heated make out session. Bucky's hands ran ro your thighs, gently rubbing them continiously. His eyes were closed, and his forehead stayed glued to yours. Your eyes opened, missing the feeling of his lips on yours, needing more of him. You hummed, in confusion, yet Bucky's eyes stayed closed, wetting his lips. He seemed to be containing himself. His hands on your thighs now squeezing them, trying to calm him eager and lust down. You could simply tell he was holding back from loving you.

No.

You connected your lips yet again, grabbing ahold of his shirt, and crashing your lips together, where they belonged. You refused to go down without a fight. You refused to let him get away. A moan left his lips, his hands starting to run to your waist, needing to feel you yet again. It felt so good, so right. Your heads continued to tilt, allowing each other access ro just eat each other's lips. You remember his tongue brushing over your bottom lip, God, it was all so messy. Goosebumps cpvered your entire skin, this was his effect on you. This heaven of yours was adrumptedly interrupted yet again. Bucky has disconnected your lips, his hands now gripping your thighs yet again.

"Y/N..." his breath shuttered. God, he was so desperate and you knew this. You knew him like the back of your hand, and you could just tell by the way he refused to meet your eyes that he was holding back. You could tell by the way his body seemed to not want to obey his words, still caressing you.

"No, doll. We…” Buck tried saying, one of his hands now running through his face, as shaky breaths left his mouth. He was long gone. It was taking everything in him. “Shit, we can’t.”

"What?"

Bucky looked up to meet your eyes, his hands now on your waist, caressing your exposed skin with his thumbs. He sighed shakily, trying to get his breathing under control. He was scared to hurt you again. He was scared he'd lose control like he had done last tine, and hurt you. You gulped as you watched him, searching for a response in his face.

"Can hurt you again, baby. You haven't even healed."

"Bucky..." Your hands now laid on top of his. "I'm all healed up! I promise." You started, earning a few shakes of his head. "Yes, Buck. It hasn't hurt for a while now."

Bucky simply shook his head yet again. A big sigh left his lips, as he now hid his face in the comfort of the crook of your neck. Your arms carefully wrapped around his broad shoulders, feeling your loving boyfriend leave soft, wet kisses on your sweet skin. You couldn't stop yourself from shuttering at the gesture. Only after a few seconds, Bucky leaned back, pecking your red lips just one more time, before helping you down to your feet. He took a deep breath, and long look at you, before turning back to continue his work on the motor. The motor he almost took you on top of just now.

You frowned deeply, your head almost dropping in defeat. You put your hair in a ponytail, feeling hot after everything that had just happened. You wanted to be mad, really, you did. But how could you? When this man loved you so much he kept holding himself back in fears of possibly hurting you? You were just... upset. How would you convince this man of yours you had healed? and that he could never hurt you?

"I'm 'bout to come down." You both heard Sam announce from above. You both chuckled at Sam, shaking your head softly. Bucky grinned widely, watching as Sam came down the stairs cautiously.

“Why are you the way you are?” Bucky said between chuckles, grabbing a hold of his tools yet again.

"Y'all are forbidden from doin' it inside my family boat, I hope y'all know that." Sam mumbled, walking towards the both of you. Bucky snickered, softly hitting him in the shoulder. You laughed a bit, leaning back and watchihg them work.

Your mind soon went back to the same question...

How would you take those negative thoughts out of the mind of James Barnes? When would you feel the loving touch of your boyfriend again?

Fucking cervix bruise.

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

request!

kissing glasses spencer for the first time and his lenses get all fogged up and he gets all embarrassed 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 #need.

-🪲

Omg love this, your mind is *chefs kiss* 💋

You. | Spencer Reid

The night was perfect, the soft hum of the city fading into the background as Spencer walked you to your apartment. His hand was warm in yours, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your skin.

It was still surreal, Spencer was your boyfriend. Not just your best friend, not just the sweet genius who made your heart race. He was yours.

He had asked you over dinner, completely by accident. You could see it in his eyes, the moment the words slipped out, immediate fear. But it was perfectly Spencer.

“I can’t believe I messed it up.” He groaned, shaking his head as you neared your door.

You smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be silly, Spence. It was perfect.. it was.. you.”

“But I had this whole plan,” He continued, his brows furrowing. “We were supposed to go out into the countryside, away from all the light pollution. I was going to show you the constellations, explain the mythology behind them, and then-”

“Spencer.” You stopped him with a soft laugh, tugging on his hand so he’d look at you. His worried eyes softened. “I’m just glad you’re finally my boyfriend. I don’t care how you would’ve asked. The answer would’ve always been yes.”

His lips parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Really?”

“Really.”

He brought your interlaced hands up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your palm.

You reached your door, but the thought of ending the night felt unbearable. You didn't want to let him go.

“Would you like to come inside?” you tilted your head, giving him a hopeful look.

His eyes widened behind his glasses. “Oh- yes. I mean, if you want me to. Do you want me to?”

“Spencer.” you teased. “I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to. We could watch a movie?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. “I’d love that.”

Once inside, you both kicked off your shoes, the warmth of your apartment wrapping around you. Spencer hung up his coat, always so particular.

You grabbed the remote, And he sat down on the couch.“Any suggestions?” you asked. “I’ll watch whatever you choose.”

“Thirteen going on thirty it is.” you declared with a grin.

He chuckled softly. Of course, he had expected that. It was your comfort movie, and even though he could recite almost all the lines, he loved watching how your face lit up during your favorite scenes.

Once you put the movie in you sat down next to Spencer, closer than usual but leaving enough space so you don't freak him out too much.

He draped his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned into him a bit more.

It felt natural, like you two were meant to be like this.

Every time he absentmindedly traced patterns on your arms, your stomach fluttered.

Halfway through the movie, the craving for popcorn hit. You gave him a playful pout. “Be right back.”

In minutes, you returned, a warm bowl of popcorn in hand. The moment you sat down, you fed him a piece, giggling when he exaggerated the crunch. One piece led to another, and before long, the movie became background noise to your laughter.

“You missed!” Spencer laughed as you threw a kernel at him, watching it bounce off his chest.

“You suck.” You teased.

“Maybe your throwing skills suck.” He retorted with mock seriousness. “Okay then you try.”

He obliged, tossing a piece in your direction. You opened your mouth wide, ready to catch it, only for you to miss entirely, landing on the floor with a dramatic bounce.

“Okay, maybe we’re both equally bad.” You admitted through laughter.

The laughter faded as the moment shifted. His eyes locked on yours, the air between you thickening. You scooted a little closer, reaching up to fix his hair where it had gone messy during your antics.

His hair was soft beneath your fingertips, and he leaned into your touch.

“You’re so perfect.” You whisper, your thumb brushing along his cheek. His breath caught.

“You’re perfect.” He murmured in return, his voice low.

You tilted his chin slightly, bringing your lips just close enough to let the anticipation linger. “Can I kiss you?” He asks earning a smile from you.

Then, finally, he closed the distance. The kiss was slow and sweet, hesitant at first, like he was savoring every second. His hands found your waist, fingers gripping softly as though you’d pull away.

But you didn’t. You deepened the kiss, your tongue gently brushing against his as he eagerly responded. Before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, your hands tangling in his hair.

Every movement was intoxicating. You could feel the warmth of him, the pounding of his heart.

“Are you comfortable?” You murmured, breathless, breaking the kiss just enough to meet his gaze.

“I—” his eyes darted downward, his face flushing. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. His glasses were all fogged up.

“Oh god.” Spencer groaned, hastily pulling them off. Embarrassment written all over his face.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not.” You assure him, taking the glasses from his hands. “It’s cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, though the blush on his cheeks deepened.

“Very.” You grinned, breathing softly on the lenses to fog them up further, then using the hem of your shirt to clean them. “There. Good as new.” You say as you place them back on his face.

He watched you with something unreadable in his gaze.

“Thanks… I don’t know why I’m like that.” He mumbled, his gaze dropping to his lap. His cheeks were pink, the embarrassment still lingering.

You reached out, gently placing a finger beneath his chin, tilting his face back up so his eyes met yours. “Like what?”

“Embarrassing.” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Spence.” You said softly, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “You’re not embarrassing. You’re perfect. And you’re you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

His eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing as the corners of his lips curved into a shy smile. The warmth of your words settle over him, and for a moment, all he could do was admire you.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. It was soft and reassuring, filled with every bit of affection you felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his grin growing wider.

Without warning, he peppered your face with kisses. Your cheeks, your forehead, even the tip of your nose. You squealed in protest, laughter bubbling from your chest as he held you close…

Hopefully you enjoyed this!! Thank you so much for requesting<3

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

a new dawn begins | m.g. x gn!reader

“y/n! i have the best news ever!” mark screamed over the phone, needing to pull it away from the ear for a moment. you smiled to yourself as you replied, “and whats this amazing news that you’re willing to break my eardrums for?”

“okay, uh, actually i gotta show you. it’s super secret, so i’ll be over in like two minutes.” and before you could say anything the line went dead and you just shook your head. as hyper and energetic still since middle school, just less scrapes and bruises now.

a soft tapping caught your ears, it happened two more times in a row before it was followed by, “y/n! open the window!” you were on the second floor without a tree near by. confusion covered your face as your slid the window up to stick your head out the frame and down at mark’s beaming face.

“you can’t get-“ and your sentence died off when mark started hovering above the ground and then all the way up to your window. face to face with you, you were speechless.

“guess who got their powers!” mark whispered with controlled enthusiasm. you knew about his dad being omniman, and marks mentioned in the past that he should develop them too, but holy shit, seeing it in person was so much different.

“can i come in?” mark asked hesitantly. you were still quiet, trying to process the image before you. taking slow steps away from the sill, mark pushed himself in and let his feet his solid ground again. he bit into his bottom lip while watching you.

“surprise. i mean a surprise for both of us, cause i thought i wasn’t ever gonna get them, but i get how it’s a huge surprise for you. i mean you hardly believed me when i told you my dad was a freaking superhero…” mark trailed off, either not knowing what else to say or now nervous by your unannounced reaction. “are-are you mad at-at me?”

that caused you to blink twice and give a quick shake of your head, hands waving in front of you. “of course not. nothing about this makes me angry, also i wouldn’t have the right to be angry about it anyway, im just…processing very slowly.” making your way to your bed and sitting on the edge.

mark stayed near your window, keeping a distance between the both of you at the moment. a hand snuck into the back of his hair while his eyes focused to the floor, “i’m-i’m still me. you know.”

a smile to your lips, “of course you are mark. i-i think it just hit me.” brows pinching in the middle, “you…you have powers. you’ll probably want to go help people and put yourself in danger, and that makes me…it makes me feel nervous.” you admitted.

neither of you said anything for a beat, then mark joined you, the mattress dipping with his added weight. “you know, i don’t think i really thought that far ahead. i just got so excited that i’ll be like my dad, this is something i can join him on. i can bench press like, a whole building. i can fly anywhere in the world.”

you were watching his profile, his eyes sparkling with wonder of new possibilities. then a slight frown appeared on his face, “but you’re right. i’ll want to help people, this feels like a responsibility. i can’t just have these powers and not help.”

“and that’s very brave and selfless of you.” touching his shoulder, “i-i just want you to remember that you’re family and friends, we want to see you alive and happy. if you ever just need a break, there’s other hero’s that can handle it for the day. you don’t need to break yourself to keep everyone else together.”

[lunajay33]

Too Young

Summary: Pre Apocalypse, you’re Daryl’s secret girlfriend and you find you’re self in a predicament at a young age

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

•Masterlist•

Looking down at the positive pregnancy test my heart is racing, how could this have happened we were always so careful the few times we were together, no body knew of our relationship, too scared of what his brother and father would do, and what my family would think as they thought the Dixons were scum

Daryl always treated me like a angel from the moment we met on our first day of school and over time we grew closer than just friends and now here I am pregnant

What will he think? Will it be too much and he’ll leave? Should I just rip the bandaid off and just tell him to get it over with before my anxiety runs rampant? Yes I think that’s best

We already had a date to met at our usual spot at the dock along the lake, I get in some shorts and one of his hoodies and make my way, the pregnancy test in my pocket, feeling like a brick

As I get closer I see him stood at the end waiting for me, as he hears me approaching he turns and his face brightens immediately and it kills me this might be the reason everything will change between us, I feel my lip wobble and I wrap my arms around his waist feeling him hold me close

“Angel what’s wrong, ya okay?” I shake my head pulling back looking up at him

“I……I don’t wanna tell you, promise you won’t leave me D” he looks panicked now never seeing me like this before

“Ya know I wouldn’” he brushes my hair back and I can’t help but lean into his touch

“I thought we were careful but……I’m pregnant” he goes completely still and just stares at me

“Please say something” I suck in a sharp breath feeling faint as my knees shake

“It’ll be okay” he whispers pulling me back in, we sit in silence on the dock for an hour as he just holds me

•

“Should we tell people? Nobody even knows we are together” I say quietly still scared of I talk too much he’ll run away

“Why don’t we run away”

“We can’t Daryl, we have family and no money and I’m scared, my family will be mad at first but they’ll still help us”

“Will they after they know yer carrying a Dixon?” He lifts an eyebrows knowing how my family isn’t fond of his

I sigh placing my hand where a bump will soon be

“I don’t want you to resent me when we get older and you feel stuck to me and the baby, I don’t wanna become our parents”

“Ya never could get rid of me, we’ve been eachothers from the moment we met and this baby ain’t changin that”

“We can figure this out right?”

“It’ll be fine Angel, I love ya”

“I love you too Daryl”

•

It’s been 3 months and we still haven’t told anyone too scared of what could happen but he’s been extra sweet to me, bringing me wild flowers when we meet, extra touchy always wanting to hold my hand or just be able to have his hand somewhere on me like he was protecting me incase anything happens

I woke up this morning looking in the mirror and I’ve finally popped my bump was showing through my shirt a little more obviously a baby and not just fat

I pulled on Daryl’s hoodie again because it’s my favorite thing to wear like I always had him there with me, covering my bump as best I could I walk out into the living room and my parents and brother are sat on the couch quietly

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know why don’t you tell us?” My dad says shooting daggers at me

“I…..what?”

“Merle Dixon had a lil chat with me and told me you’ve been messing around with his brother, that right?” My brother asks and I feel like my world is starting to crumble

“I wanted to tell you guys but you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel about them, but Daryl’s nice to me he cares about me”

“Don’t be so stupid sweetie he’s only using you” my mom says condescendingly

“He’s not like Merle or his father, he’s kind you know I wouldn’t be with someone like Merle” they all laugh in my face and I can’t take it, I run to my room packing a bag and leaving running out the front door before they could stop me and going straight to Daryl’s

I get to the trailer house and knock anxiously playing with my fingers

“And what’s a fine piece of ass like ya doin here” merle answers making me scoff

“Where’s Daryl” he opens the door wider and lets me in, I make my way to his room thankful his dad isn’t here, seeing him laid on his bed, I close the door behind me and slump down next to him

“Hey sunshine what’s goin on?”

“Merle told my brother that we’re together, my parents know I can’t be there anymore” he runs his hand up and down my arm calming me

“Dumb ass, imma kill him”

“What’re we gonna do?”

“I have an aunt down south, she’ll take us for a bit she’s a nice woman”

“Are you sure” he nods packing a bag and taking my hand leading me out to his truck

“We’ll be okay, I promise”

[russo-woso]

Ibiza || Alessia Russo x reader

Request | Masterlist | Prompt list

Summary You meet your soulmate when you least expect it, in the most unexpected place, Ibiza.

A/N I may have tweaked the request a bit :)

The crowd was something you didn’t expect.

You knew it was going to be busy, you had expected it, but what you didnt expect was just how crowded it was going to be.

You weren’t a people’s person, you weren’t supposed to be here.

But after your friends begged you to come, you had no choice but to come.

The crowd of Ushuaia was frantic, jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

Although you were trying to have a nice time, you weren’t succeeding.

So instead of dancing with random men like your friends were doing, you stood in the corner where it was a bit more quieter, praying that the night wouldn’t last too long.

You had turned around to put your drink on the floor but as you stood back up, you felt a drink splash all over you.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Here, let me help you.” A woman said, clearly the same woman who had crashed in to you.

You laughed it off, looking down at your outfit before looking at her.

Your eyes froze - she was gorgeous.

The woman attempted to wipe off the alcohol that she had planned to drink, but it was no use.

“Honestly don’t worry about it. I knew it would happen eventually. You don’t wear your best outfit when it’s somewhere like here.” You joked, sending her a smile as she blushed in embarrassment.

“Can I buy you a new drink or anything?” She asked

“You’re the one that doesn’t have a drink now. I should be offering you a drink.” You pointed out, her cheeks turning even more red.

“I was the one that walked into you. Please let me buy you a drink or something as an apology.”

“Tell me your name and then I’ll consider that drink.” You said

“Alessia.”

“Well… Alessia, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Do I get to know your name? If I’m buying you a drink then surely I get to know your name.” The woman, who you now know is called Alessia, said.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” She repeated with a smile. “What would you like to drink?”

“What drink did you spill on me? It smells amazing.”

She turned to the bartender, ordering whatever drink it was before turning back to you.

“So, Y/N, did you come with anyone tonight?”

“Some friends, it’s girls weekend away.” You responded, watching her face lighten.

“So no partner?”

“Nope.” You said, a smile resting on your face as you slowly understood what she was on about. “You?”

“Single.”

You smiled at her answer before looking away so she didn’t see.

“So, Alessia, where are you from?”

“London, you? Wait let me guess! I’m thinking somewhere in the midlands.”

“Wrong. I live in St Albans but I was born up north.” You told her

“I work near St Albans.”

“Do you? Where—” You began saying but was quickly cut off by a group of people crowding around you.

“Alessia, please can I have a picture?”

“Alessia, can you take a selfie with me?”

“Alessia, can you sign this for me?”

You looked at the group and back at Alessia.

Confusion filled your mind as you heard what the people were saying.

Was Alessia famous?

Your eyes were wide open as you looked at Alessia, but when you saw the panicked look on her face and how her breath quickened, a protective instinct kicked in.

The crowd got closer, practically pushing at shoving at the blonde.

“Hey! Don’t touch her! Go away, now!” You shouted, pushing the people away.

As soon as they had gone, you turned to Alessia with a shocked look.

Alessia looked so shaken up, tears threatening to spill as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You cooed, hesitantly rubbing her back.

You’d only known her for five minutes but seeing her cry broke your heart.

“I’m sorry that happened.” She apologised, her voice shaking as she said it.

“Don’t apologise.” You said, your voice soft as you continued to calm her down.

“I guess you want some answers then.” She told you

“Yeah, I’m a bit confused.”

“I’m a footballer. I play for Arsenal and England.”

“That’s amazing. You must be good. I mean arsenals a big team.”

“It is. Thank you for telling them to go away. I get bit anxious when there’s a lot of fans.” Alessia explained, you nodding, understanding what she was saying.

“Y/N! We’re getting a taxi back to the villa. We have to go.” Your friend shouted as she spotted you.

“Well… it was lovely to meet you Alessia.” You said, standing up from your chair.

“You too, Y/N.” She smiled

You began to walk away, but you heard her call your name.

“Y/N! Do you reckon I could get your number?”

“Thank god, I didn’t think you were gonna ask.”

[dearmash1975project]

It was fitting that Brian was the first person I spoke to for this. It was his letter, after all, and the age written on it (age 11), that touched me so deeply that it sparked this whole project. I’ll keep my methods on how I tracked him down close to the vest, so as not to illustrate how easy it is to find anyone in this digital age; needless to say– getting an email back that read “Dear Lily, Yes I did!” was thrilling. We scheduled to speak on the phone and did on July 15th, 2024.

{Interview continued under the cut}

Brian Nores was no longer 11 when we spoke on the phone. Between the passage of time and the life that fills the mind since age 11, he didn’t remember writing the letter until my email.

An email, he told me, that his partner advised him not to answer as it was “probably a scam.” Thankfully for me, Brian is “always getting himself into trouble” and answered my inquiry about a letter he may or may not have sent while living at X address in 1975. In hindsight, his partner was definitely right for being wary.

Brian credited his late father for the letter’s existence and described memories flooding back after reading the words he wrote nearly 50 years earlier. Not long before he wrote the M*A*S*H letter, Brian was a boy scout who wanted to quit. His father instructed him that he could quit, but he had to write a letter to the scout master explaining why he wanted to leave the troop. His dad ‘never let him off the hook for that,’ and it was likely this instillation of values that gave Brian the confidence to speak his mind after the fateful episode aired. [In a fascinating ending to the boy scout anecdote– Brian, who still lives in the area, was at the local frame shop years later where the owner recognized his name and produced the letter, which the scout master was having framed.]

When I asked if he remembered the episode he responded how anyone who has seen it would; he remembered it very well. He recalled being “disturbed” and “shocked” by it. In a world before spoiler alerts, he explained, “the whole world saw that episode and reacted in real time.” As an 11-year-old, but also as an American youth raised on American narratives of war, he remembered expecting Henry to “go off into the sunset” and be okay.

“For me, M*A*S*H ended after that episode.”

Brian watched occasionally after season 3 but had no idea the series continued for as long as it did (M*A*S*H aired from 1972-1983). “It was never the same, certainly.”

Brian was in 5th grade in 1975, and at his young age he had never seen something on TV that disturbing. He told me he reached out to an old friend to discuss the letter, and they reminisced about their lives at that time. “Age of innocence” was the term he used with me. At that point in his life, he had never lost any relatives or experienced any hardships. “The most shocking thing that I had experienced prior to that was a large earthquake in ’71.” For Brian, this episode marked one of the first experiences he had had with death.

It's an extraordinary level of influence to have, that the simple ‘writing off’ of a character can have such an impact on a young life. We often characterize television as a sort of hobby, one that has less of a cachet than movies; but the mechanism by which media compels our emotions is the same.

Brian reflected more on this impact when telling me that The Mary Tyler Moore Show was his favorite series, and he recalled crying at the finale in 1977. He remembered thinking “How could they end this?”

To Brian, television was “taken a little more seriously then.” With one TV, there were fights over who got to hold the clicker when you sat around the set as a family. “You got one chance to watch it.” He explained. “What a different world we live in now.”

Brian still lives in the area where he grew up and drives past his old house and “down memory lane” often. He is still close to two of his childhood best friends. He shared with me some of his thoughts on aging, a topic that still feels “surreal” to him. “Only recently have I started to experience change. Restaurants etc. going away. Everything that we grew up with has changed. TV, movies, roads, politics. I don’t like this!” He laughed. “You look in the mirror and think.”

Brian had no idea that his letter ended up in the archives of our country’s National History Museum. “Really surprised” is how he described his reaction to the news; one of the aforementioned childhood friends was “blown away.”

“What it said to me (...) was that it reaffirmed/reinforced some of the things that my dad told me. Doing the right thing and following through.” Brian shared.

“What a difference it can make. That this moment is occurring because I spent a few minutes writing.”

~~~~

Thank you so much to Brian for granting me this interview.

Subject photos courtesy of Brian: Letter-era Brian/current-era Brian, Huntington Library Garden, California.

Accession information: Photo taken by me, 3 July 2024. “Letters from viewers regarding the death of Henry Blake.” Box 22, Folder 4. M*A*S*H Television Show Collection, 1950-1984, Archives Center, National Museum of American History. https://sova.si.edu/record/nmah.ac.0117/ref359?s=0&n=10&t=C&q=NMAH.AC.0117&i=0

[taegimood]

— nudes?! (k.th) ♡

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.4k warnings: mention/description of reader's nudes, mention of reader in lingerie, implication of sexy time at the end, tyun gets hard and is v clear abt what he wants, they’re both horny asf synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

| yeonjun ver. | soobin ver. | beomgyu ver. | kai ver. (coming 3/24) |

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taehyun considers you one of the bros.

right up there along with his 4 other crazy best friends, you fit right in, no sideways feelings to worry about and endless wingman opportunities to gain — hell, he even forgets sometimes that you've got a pair of boobs under there somewhere.

and all of this, of course, is completely and absolutely:

not true.

it's exactly what you seem to think in that pretty little head of yours, though, as taehyun often observes; it's quite cute actually, he thinks.

"out of all the guys i could like, why does it have to be the one guy in my life who would draft me onto his football team if he had one?" he'd overheard you complaining to yeonjun one day.

(sorry, but trust me, sweetheart - you wouldn't even make it past tryouts, he'd thought afterwards upon fighting back a laugh and an endeared little grin.)

oh, if only you knew.

if only you knew the steady breaths he has to take whenever you stand so temptingly close to him; or how many filthy images he has to shake out of his mind when he's helping you with your workouts; or that annoying little shadow called jealousy that he has to push down when you smile so sweetly at a man that isn't him.

taehyun is a man of self control, and a man who would do anything for the people that he loves — which means that no matter how much he'd enjoy changing your mind about what exactly you assume he perceives you as, he knows for the sake of your friendship that he can't.

and so he doesn't.

but oh, you wish that he would.

taehyun is quite good at keeping his feelings in check, to the point where you're convinced at this point that if you were to strut naked across the room in front of him, he wouldn't even pay you any mind;

pft, you scoff at your own silly thought, as if something so ridiculous would ever happen. (…well....)

today you've decided that you're getting real tired of your own pining and yearning and eyes that shoot hearts like confetti every time your best friend walks into the room —

you pout at the sight of yourself reflected on the open camera screen of your phone as the self-timer counts down yet again. this has become quite the routine of yours.

body bare save for the lacy lingerie that doesn’t cover much of anything as you perch at the edge of your bed, posing so prettily, so sensually, just the way you imagine taehyun would like; just more photos to add to the naughty little album in your camera roll that you wish you could send to him but know that you never will.

there was a time where you used to try testing the waters a bit, some flirting here, a fleeting touch or two there. but you'd quickly learned how pointless it was. after all, a brick wall is never gonna flirt back.

you sigh. it's time to get going anyway; speak of the devil, he'll be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.

~

taehyun can see in his peripheral the way you keep glancing at him from the passenger seat of his car.

as usual, he maintains an even expression. "excited to see me or something?"

his lips quirk as you jump in your seat a little, quickly looking forwards and crossing your arms as you grumble, "you wish. i just saw you like two days ago."

he merely hums in acknowledgment, which gets you even more grumbly — ("no fair that i can never get a reaction out of you! why is it always me?!" you'd wailed in defeat one time after a failed attempt to get him back, your cheeks flushed pink and pretty).

taehyun smiles.

when he soon pulls up outside your friend's apartment building that you’d needed to drop something off at first on the way to yeonjun’s, he decides to be nice as he asks,

"where was that new cat café you wanted to go to? we can stop there before meeting the guys."

bingo. the smile that lights up your face is exactly what he was looking for as your previous pout melts away and you gasp, "really?! okay wait, i took a screenshot of their instagram page the other day, you can check and put the address in! i'll be super super quick!"

he bites back a laugh as you shove your phone into his hands and excitedly rush out of the car.

"5 minutes tops or i'm going without you!" he calls out the window, to which you shriek and scurry away even faster.

he grins to himself, shaking his head as you disappear into the building and he turns to click open your camera roll.

"alright, cat café, where are............ you."

taehyun feels as if a lightning rod has just shot straight through his entire body.

his muscles tense. all his breath escapes him in a rush.

you...

the sight of you is what greets him through the screen...

you,

completely naked.

it's like his skin is consumed by fire as his eyes roam across the rows of pictures in the album you'd left open; most taken on your bed, some in the shower at the gym that you both go to together, some where you’re donned in sets of delicious lingerie — his eyes widening and pants tightening when he even spots one from his own room, your skirt hiked up in the reflection of his full-length mirror as your panties dangle cheekily from one finger, leaving the delicious curve of your ass on full display.

when did she even take that??

he scrolls, and he's barely hanging on by a thread as his best friend who's supposed to stay his best friend poses so irresistibly pretty from the screen; his cock is so hard that it's painful as your big innocent eyes look up at him in complete contrast to the lewd position that you'd put yourself in.

god, the positions he wants to put you in...

alright, reel it in, kang taehyun. this can't go anywhere. you have to take it to the grave. you’ve gotta think about the friendship. you’ll just pretend you didn't see it. you’ll act aloof like you always do.

but every single ounce of self control that taehyun has spent so long holding together finally crashes down around him like a breaking dam when his gaze lands on the name of the album at the top of the screen.

— t ♡

his cock jumps.

fucking hell, these are for me.

when you skip your way back to the car minutes later, you don't notice at first how firmly he's gripping the steering wheel or the fact that he isn’t even looking at you, remaining staring straight ahead as you climb back into the passenger side.

you don't notice — that is, until your phone catches your eye, set neatly on the middle console with your worst nightmare staring right back up at you from the screen.

it feels as though a bucket of ice water has crash landed down on your head (both the water and the bucket) as you realize what happened.

but you barely even have the time to panic or react or beg for mercy, or perhaps for a lobotomy on you both, before taehyun is asking you:

"back seat or my place?"

his voice is so calm that you almost don't process his words. your thoughts buffer as you pause.

"wh... what?" you breathe.

that's when he finally turns his head to look at you, and the intensity of the hunger swimming in his stare is enough to leave you even more winded than you already were before as a familiar feeling stirs between your legs and your thighs clamp together of their own accord.

"back seat," he repeats slowly, "or my place?"

you swallow hard.

this.. t-this is... he means.…

your head is reeling, and dumbly you stammer back, "w-what about the guys..?" as if the plans with your friends really matter anymore in a moment like this.

fuck the guys. fuck the cat café. taehyun has already decided: he’s done holding back from what he wants, and what he wants is to make you his.

you blink at him wide-eyed as he leans towards you slightly in his seat, his voice low and assertive as he replies,

"we're not going."

he taps your phone as if to draw your attention back to it. as if it should be obvious.

"so, you choose." your eyes fly back up to his —

"where do you want me to fuck you?"

your lower belly explodes with heat as an electric shiver rolls down your spine, and you swear that this is the best day of your entire fucking life as you see the promise that flickers in his eyes.

maybe you won't be finding yourself on the football team after all.

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[heliosunny]

Could I please request yandere lucky egg for zhongli or capitano? (Capitano plsssssssssssssss)

LUCKY EGG

Yandere!Capitano x Reader

You stared at the unmoving egg in your hands, brows furrowed.

It had been three days. Three days of waiting, watching, and even whispering to it—just in case. But nothing. No signs of life, no cracks, not even a single wobble.

“…Maybe it’s just a weird rock?”

Still, your curiosity refused to let you throw it away. It was heavy, warm, and honestly, something about it unsettled you. But that wasn’t going to stop you from testing a theory.

So, with the kind of logic only sheer boredom could provide, you set up a pan, turned on the heat, and carefully placed the egg in.

The moment the pan got hot, the egg shuddered.

You barely had time to register that before a deep crack split the shell.

“Oh, fu—”

BOOM

A sudden explosion of dark energy sent you flying back, only for something much heavier to crash directly on top of you. You gasped as your back hit the floor, and a wave of heat radiated from the figure pinning you down.

Blinking through the daze, you found yourself staring up at a man—tall, broad, and very much not an egg.

“You… were trying to cook me?”

Instead of replying, you asked him multiple questions.

"Who are you?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Why were you in an egg?"

But all you got were vague, unsettling responses.

"I don't remember much" he admitted, adjusting the gloves on his hands. "Only that I was waiting... for you."

That didn't make you feel any less concerned.

After some back and forth—mostly you trying to make sense of things while he kept staring at you like you hung the stars—you decided he needed a bath. He was covered in remnants of whatever strange energy surrounded him when he hatched, and honestly, you needed a moment to process everything.

You directed him to the bath and handed him a towel and some spare clothes.

"You wish for me to cleanse myself?"

"Uh, yeah? Unless you want to keep smelling like a burnt egg."

"As you wish."

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, steam trailing behind him. His wet hair clung to his skin, and the loose clothing you lent him only made him look more dangerous, less armored but no less imposing.

However, your eyes quickly caught on to something—his hand. A fresh wound, jagged and slightly bleeding, marred his palm.

"Wait, you're hurt."

Before he could react, you grabbed a first-aid kit and motioned for him to sit. He obeyed surprisingly easily.

"You shouldn’t ignore injuries, you know." you muttered, wrapping the bandage snugly around his hand.

The entire time, he didn't flinch. If anything, his focus was solely on you.

"You care for me"

"Yeah, well, you did just hatch out of an egg in my kitchen."

As you finished bandaging his hand, your gaze drifted to his long, damp hair. It cascaded over his shoulders in dark waves.

"You should tie your hair up" you suggested, reaching for a hair tie. "It'll get in the way otherwise."

He studied you for a moment before giving a nod.

You weren’t expecting him to be so agreeable, but you took the chance to gather his hair and carefully tie it back.

Once done, you stepped back, admiring your work. "There. Much better."

He lifted a hand to touch his tied hair, then let out a hum of approval. "I’ll allow you to tend to me as you see fit."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, lucky me."

But deep down, you weren’t sure if bringing another person into your life was a good idea. Your job already kept you busy enough, and now you had to deal with… him.

For now, though, you decided he could stay. At least until you figured out what exactly he was.

Pulling out your phone, you quickly texted your best friend, Jollie.

You: Hey, uh… I just hatched a grown man from an egg.

Jollie’s reply was almost instant.

Jollie: I’m sorry, what.

You: Long story. He’s got long hair, and I tied it up, but you’d probably do a better job. Wanna come over later?

Jollie: I’m dropping everything. Be there soon.

You sighed, pocketing your phone. You had no idea how you were going to explain this, but at least you wouldn’t be dealing with it alone.

An hour later, Jollie arrived, practically bursting through the door.

"Alright, where’s the egg-man?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

You gestured toward Capitano, who sat stiffly in a chair, watching her with unwavering intensity. He had barely moved since you last spoke.

"Huh. Wasn't expecting him to be this tall."

"Yeah, well, try convincing him to let you cut his hair."

Jollie smirked and pulled out her scissors. "No problem. I deal with stubborn warriors all the time."

The moment she stepped closer, however, Capitano’s demeanor shifted. His eyes darkened, and his presence became suffocating. He didn’t move, but the threat was clear.

Jollie froze mid-step. "...Okay, never mind. Not a fan of personal space being invaded. Got it."

"Capitano-that's what he called himself-, she’s just going to clean up your hair." you said

His gaze flickered to you, and after a long pause, he finally relented. "...Fine."

Jollie sighed in relief and got to work, carefully trimming the ends to keep it neat without taking too much off. But the real shock came when she snipped a slightly longer piece—only for it to immediately grow back.

You gawked. "Wait, what?"

Jollie stepped back, staring at the scissors like they betrayed her. "Well, that’s new."

Capitano, completely unfazed, turned his attention back to you. "I prefer it when you tie my hair."

"...That doesn’t explain why it grew back instantly!"

"It just does."

Jollie let out a whistle. "Man, if I had hair like that, I’d never have to worry about bad hair days."

While she finished up, Capitano’s sharp eyes suddenly landed on the ring on her hand. He studied it for a moment before speaking.

"What is that?" He motioned toward the ring. "And where can I get one?"

Jollie blinked, then laughed. "This? It’s a wedding ring. It means I’m married."

Capitano turned to you, "...And if I wanted one?"

"What—"

Jollie smirked, already sensing way too much in his tone. "Oh? Thinking of proposing already?"

Capitano didn’t answer. He just kept his gaze on you, as if calculating something.

You groaned, covering your face. "I should’ve left you in the egg."

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Being a chef meant you spent most of your time in the kitchen, away from the bustling tavern floor. You only stepped out when a guest specifically asked to meet the person behind their meal. Over time, you’d gathered a few fans—regulars who praised your cooking a little too enthusiastically. It was flattering, sure, but you never thought much of it.

Capitano, however, did.

You had insisted he stay home, especially since he still didn’t fully understand how things worked around here. But come evening, when Jollie arrived to pick you up after your shift, Capitano had tagged along.

A small group of guests had gathered around you near the kitchen entrance. One leaned a little too close, complimenting your skills with an almost flirtatious edge.

"You know, if you ever get tired of cooking here, I’d love to have a personal chef like you"

Another chimed in. "Seriously, your food alone is worth traveling back for. But the chef themself? Even better."

You laughed, waving off the comments. "Alright, alright, I get it. You like my food. Now eat before it gets cold."

That was when you felt it—an oppressive weight in the air.

Capitano was watching.

Jollie was the first to notice,"Uh, you might wanna do something before he commits a crime."

You turned just in time to see him striding forward.

The guests, oblivious to who exactly he was, paused as he loomed behind you.

Capitano's hand suddenly found your waist, pulling you firmly against him.

"You belong to me."

Jollie sighed, already sensing the storm brewing. "Welp. That’s my cue to drag him out before he starts growling."

The moment you stepped outside the tavern, Capitano was still brooding. His grip on your wrist hadn’t loosened since he practically dragged you away from the guests.

Jollie, walking beside you, let out an exhausted sigh. “You have to do something about him, or one day, we’re gonna find your guests mysteriously missing.”

“Alright, what the hell was that?”

“They were too close.”

“That’s not a crime, Capitano. People like my food. That’s it.”

“They like you.”

“Oh, wow, what a shocking revelation. People like the person who feeds them.” You yanked your wrist free and turned to face him fully. “Listen, I cannot have you acting like that in my workplace.”

“I work in the kitchen. That means I only come out when needed. If people start thinking I have some jealous, looming bodyguard around, it’s gonna ruin everything. What if my boss bans me from interacting with guests? What if people stop coming?”

You didn't finish.

“And if that happens? We starve. I lose my job, I can’t buy food, and you can’t mooch off my cooking anymore.”

For once, that actually made him pause.

Jollie snickered. “You should’ve just led with that. Man eats like he’s preparing for war.”

You crossed your arms. “So? Are you gonna stop being like that?”

“...I don’t like them looking at you.”

“You don’t have to like it. You just have to tolerate it.”

“…Fine.”

Jollie gave you an impressed nod. “Damn. You actually tamed him.”

“Let’s just get home before he finds something else to be mad about.”

That night, as always, Capitano laid beside you, his hand firmly clasped around yours. You had no idea why he insisted on holding your hand in his sleep, but the few times you tried to pull away, he would stir, grip tightening as if you were the only thing anchoring him. Eventually, you just gave up and let it happen.

Jollie, of course, was horrified when she found out.

“You what?” she practically screeched when you mentioned it the next morning.

“It’s not like that! He just—he won’t sleep unless I’m there.”

Jollie gave you the most skeptical look. “Oh sure, totally normal. Just a grown man who hatched from an egg refusing to sleep unless he’s holding your hand.”

“I tried to sleep separately, but he wouldn’t let go.”

Jollie sighed, shaking her head. “This guy is down bad.”

You ignored her teasing, but you did realize something—Capitano still didn’t have proper clothes. Up until now, you’d just been giving him whatever you could gather—old clothes from friends, random pieces from your closet. He didn’t seem to care what he wore, but still, you figured it was time to fix that.

So, on your next free day, you took him shopping.

The marketplace was lively, filled with stalls of various goods, but you were focused on getting Capitano real clothes. You led him to a clothing stall, where a gorgeous woman greeted you with a warm smile.

“Welcome! Looking for something specific?”

You paused, briefly stunned. Wow. She’s hot.

You glanced at Capitano, then back at the woman. Wait. Wouldn’t they look good together?

Grinning, you nudged him. “Hey… you like her, huh?”

He said nothing. Didn’t even glance her way. Instead, he just stood there, waiting.

“Wow. Tough crowd.”

Shrugging, you began picking out clothes for him. Every time you held something up, he took it without complaint and changed into it. You threw jackets, shirts, pants at him, fully expecting him to reject something—but he wore everything you recommended without hesitation.

The shopkeeper laughed. “Most guys are picky, but he’s letting you dress him up like a doll.”

“You’re really just gonna wear whatever I tell you to?”

“If it pleases you.”

After a long shopping trip, you finally settled on a decent outfit for Capitano. A dark coat with fitted sleeves, a high-collared shirt, and well-tailored pants—it suited him.

You gave him a once-over. “Huh. You actually look… handsome, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Don’t push it.”

With that done, you figured things would return to normal—well, as normal as they could be with an egg-man living in your home. But something kept nagging at you.

His wound.

Ever since you first bandaged his hand, it hadn’t healed. You had to change the bandages often, and while he never complained, it was weird. Even small cuts should’ve at least started closing by now.

As you carefully replaced the bandage that evening, you frowned. “This should be gone by now.”

“It does not pain me.”

“That’s not the point. Why isn’t it healing?”

He was silent for a long moment before murmuring, “I don’t know.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t remember.”

Something about the way he said it made you question if that was true—or if he was just refusing to tell you.

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At first, having an intern wasn’t so bad. Lirienne was quick to learn, efficient, and didn’t need much guidance. You figured training her would be easy—maybe even helpful in the long run.

What you didn’t know was that she had other plans.

She wasn’t here to assist you. She wanted to replace you.

Of course, you didn’t notice at first. You were busy keeping the kitchen running, ensuring everything was perfect. But Capitano? He noticed.

He had already become your unofficial shadow, lingering around the kitchen even when he wasn’t supposed to.

And that’s how he caught on.

“Lirienne, be more careful next time. If I hadn’t caught that in time, the dish would’ve been ruined.”

She bowed her head slightly, expression apologetic. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that happened. It won’t happen again.”

You sighed, waving it off. “It’s fine, just focus.”

Lirienne was careful, never making obvious mistakes, but Capitano saw the small things. Ingredients placed too close to the fire. Unstable stacks of plates positioned near the edge of counters. Subtle miscalculations in orders that could be blamed on you.

She was setting you up.

And though you remained oblivious, Capitano was already planning how to deal with her.

“She’s setting you up.”

You paused mid-motion, turning to him. “What?”

“The intern.” His voice was certain. “She’s creating accidents and letting you take the blame.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why would she—”

“To take your place.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the way he looked at you made you hesitate. Capitano wasn’t the type to make baseless accusations.

“Do you trust me?”

Capitano had been by your side since the day he hatched. He didn’t lie. If he said something, he meant it.

“…Yes” you admitted.

“Then be careful.”

You wanted to believe Lirienne was just clumsy. That she was just adjusting to the kitchen.

But if Capitano was right, then this was only the beginning.

Days passed, and despite Capitano’s warning, you tried to convince yourself that things weren’t that bad. Sure, Lirienne was suspicious, but outright trying to sabotage you? Maybe Capitano was being overprotective.

That illusion shattered the night you were walking home.

The streets were quieter than usual, the distant hum of taverns and late-night chatter fading as you took your usual route. You were halfway there when two men stepped out of a nearby alley, blocking your path.

You stopped “Can I help you?”

They didn’t answer. One of them took a slow step forward, cracking his knuckles.

“You’re the chef from that tavern, yeah?”

You took a cautious step back, but before you could turn, they lunged.

And then—a blur of movement. A rush of wind.

The next thing you knew, a broom had swung through the air, slamming into one of the men’s heads with enough force to send him stumbling. The second man barely had time to react before Capitano spun the broom in his hands like a trained weapon, jabbing the handle hard into his stomach. The man doubled over with a wheeze before Capitano kicked him to the ground.

The first guy tried to reach for a hidden knife. Capitano didn’t give him the chance. With a sharp twirl, the broom’s bristles smacked him across the face, sending him crashing onto the pavement.

“Are you hurt?”

“You—with a broom?”

He looked down at the slightly crooked handle, then back at you. “It was within reach.”

These guys weren’t random muggers. They knew who you were.

And if Capitano hadn’t been here…

Capitano didn’t need to hear you say it—he knew what you were thinking. He could see it in the way your hands clenched, in the furrow of your brow.

You were worried. And that was unacceptable.

So, while you slept that night, completely unaware, Capitano made his move.

Stalking wasn’t new to him. Tracking someone’s habits, their movements, their weaknesses—it was as natural to him as breathing. Lirienne was no different. She was arrogant, thinking she could eliminate you without consequences.

Getting into her home was easy. He could’ve ended it right then and there. But that wasn’t enough. No, she needed to suffer.

So he made it look like a robbery. Tossed her belongings, shattered a few things. Let her wake up to a scene of chaos before he moved to the next step.

Her close friends—anyone she might rely on—received anonymous threats. Carefully crafted blackmail, things that made them too scared to associate with her.

By the time Lirienne realized she was being hunted, it was too late. Capitano had already buried her in paranoia.

With Lirienne gone, things returned to normal—or at least, as normal as they could be. Your worries faded, and you could finally focus on your job without looking over your shoulder.

One evening, after a long shift, you decided to take Capitano out for a drink. It had been a while since you both relaxed.

But when you got home, you found him asleep on the couch, the dim glow of the TV flickering across his face.

You sighed, shaking your head fondly. Big scary man, knocked out on the couch like a cat in a sunbeam.

Grabbing the remote, you turned off the TV. At first, you thought you imagined it. But then he mumbled again, voice low, almost pained.

“Don’t… leave…”

You crouched beside him, watching as his brows furrowed ever so slightly. His breathing was steady, but his body was tense—like even in his sleep, he was holding onto something.

You hesitated before reaching out, placing a hand on his. His grip relaxed slightly, and his shoulders eased.

You swallowed. Maybe… taking him out for a drink could wait.

You stayed crouched beside him, watching his sleeping face, his quiet breaths filling the silence.

Then, just as you were about to pull your hand away—

“…Failed… again…”

Failed? Again?

That—didn’t sound like something he would say. Capitano wasn’t the type to speak of failure. He carried himself with unwavering confidence, like a man who never wavered.

So what was he dreaming about?

Your thoughts were cut short as his breathing shifted, deeper now, heavier. His fingers twitched again before his eyes fluttered open.

For a moment, he just stared at the ceiling. Then, slowly, his gaze drifted to you.

“…You’re awake”

“You’re still here.”

“Where else would I be?” you scoffed lightly, trying to shake the strange feeling. “C’mon, you’re sleeping on the couch again. Let’s get you to bed.”

As you led him to the bedroom, you couldn’t help but glance back at him.

Failed again.

Failed what?

The words lingered in your mind long after Capitano had fallen asleep again, this time properly in bed. You sat on the edge, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, trying to piece together what it meant.

Capitano had no memories of his past—at least, that’s what he claimed. But sometimes, things slipped through the cracks. Little moments, little murmurs. You hadn’t questioned them before, thinking they were just remnants of something long gone.

But now?

You couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in your gut.

Had he been someone before? Was there something he wasn’t telling you—or worse, something he didn’t even remember himself?

Carefully, you reached out, tracing your fingers over his bandaged hand. The wound that never healed. Another mystery.

Maybe it was time to start looking for answers.

The next morning, you woke up with Capitano’s hand still in yours. At some point in the night, he had shifted closer.

You needed answers.

But where would you even start?

Capitano didn’t remember much—or at least, that’s what he said. And you doubted he would suddenly recall everything if you just asked him outright. But there had to be something to go off.

The wound that wouldn’t heal. The way his hair grew back instantly. The strange strength and reflexes he showed when he fought off those men. Even the way he had hatched from that egg instead of being born normally—everything about him was unnatural.

And yet, he didn’t seem concerned about it.

You exhaled, slowly slipping your hand from his. As much as you wanted to shake him awake and demand answers, you knew that wasn’t going to work.

So instead, you would do what you did best—observe.

That day, you started paying closer attention.

You watched how Capitano moved, how he interacted with the world around him. He didn’t seem lost or confused like someone who had lost their memory—he carried himself with the confidence of a man who knew who he was.

But sometimes, little things slipped.

Like how he instinctively reached for a weapon he didn’t have when startled. Or how he watched battles with an almost detached familiarity, as if he had seen a thousand of them before.

And then there was the way he spoke.

You had never really thought about it before, but Capitano’s words—his mannerisms—felt old. Like he wasn’t just from another place, but another time.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore.

That evening, as you bandaged his hand yet again, you finally spoke.

“…What do you think you failed at?”

His eyes met yours. “What?”

You hesitated, but there was no point in backing down now. “You said something in your sleep. Failed again.”

His grip on the edge of the table tightened slightly. “…I don’t remember.”

“Capitano,” you murmured, tightening the last part of the bandage. “If there’s something I should know, just tell me.”

“…If I had failed, would you leave me?”

“What?”

“If I was a failure,” he repeated, voice quieter this time, “would you still stay?”

You didn’t know what he had failed at—what his past even was. But looking at him now, waiting for your answer like it mattered more than anything, you knew one thing for sure.

“…You’re not a failure to me.”

“…Then that’s enough.”

It wasn’t the answer you wanted. It didn’t explain anything. But for now, it was all he was willing to give.

-----

The moment you got the news, everything around you blurred into nothing.

Jollie was dead.

You didn’t remember how you got home. Your feet carried you there, but your mind wasn’t present. The words repeated in your head over and over, but they refused to make sense. She was just here. She was supposed to visit soon. We were supposed to talk again. She can’t be...

You locked the door behind you and didn’t leave.

You ignored your phone, the messages piling up, the calls that went unanswered. Eating, working, even moving—none of it mattered. The weight in your chest was suffocating, pressing down until you couldn’t breathe.

The kitchen felt cold. The thought of stepping inside, of cooking anything, felt wrong. Jollie had been the one person who always demanded a taste test, who teased you about your "serious chef face" while you worked. Without her, even your passion felt empty.

Capitano stayed.

He didn’t leave your side, not even once. He didn’t force you to talk, didn’t try to shake you out of it. He just remained—a quiet, unmoving figure watching over you.

Even when you curled up in bed, staring blankly at the wall, he was there. When you sat at the table without touching your food, he stood nearby. And when the grief finally cracked, when the tears came without warning, his hand found yours, firm and grounding.

Jollie was gone. And you didn’t know how to move forward.

Capitano had never been one to sit idly by.

Watching you waste away in your grief, locked inside, refusing to eat, to move—it was unacceptable. If you couldn’t pull yourself out of it, then he would do it for you.

And that meant finding the truth.

Jollie’s death wasn’t random. Capitano could feel it in his bones—there was something off about it.

His first step was gathering information. People talked, especially when they thought no one important was listening. Capitano stalked the streets at night, blending into the shadows, eavesdropping in places you wouldn’t dare step foot in.

And soon enough, the pieces started falling into place.

Jollie’s husband.

A man drowning in debt. A man who had more than one mistress tucked away in secret corners of the city. A man who had everything to lose if Jollie ever decided to leave him and take what little wealth they had left.

Capitano dug deeper.

The debts weren’t small. The lenders he owed money to weren’t the forgiving type. If he didn’t pay, he wouldn’t live long enough to see another day.

And then, there it was—the final piece. Capitano uncovered the exchange. The bribe. The order.

Jollie’s husband had arranged it himself. Paid to have her eliminated.

Once Capitano had everything he needed, he didn’t act immediately. No—he brought you with him.

You had resisted at first, still drained, still lost in your grief. But he didn’t give you a choice. He made you come, guiding you through the dark streets until you arrived at a secluded meeting spot.

There, Jollie’s husband was waiting.

The proof was laid out before you. The debts. The mistresses. The transaction. Everything that led to Jollie’s death.

You could hardly breathe.

“You decide” Capitano told you, “What happens to him?”

You wanted to hate him. Wanted to scream, to lash out. But in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to be cruel.

“…Just turn him in” you whispered. “Let the authorities deal with him.”

Capitano stared at you for a long moment before nodding. Without another word, he took you home.

You thought it was over. You thought you had done the right thing, made the right choice.

But Capitano knew better.

Men like Jollie’s husband didn’t deserve mercy.

And so, later that night, without your knowledge, Capitano paid him a final visit.

By morning, Jollie’s husband was gone. No one would ever find the body.

And you?

You would never know.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you could breathe again.

Jollie was gone, and that pain would never truly fade—but knowing the truth, knowing she was free from the man who betrayed her, brought a strange sense of peace.

Capitano stood beside you. He had done more than just watch over you—he had acted. He had carried you through your darkest moment without hesitation.

And as the weight on your chest finally lightened, Capitano made a silent vow to himself.

From this day forward, he would stay by your side. To protect you. To ensure your happiness. To be the one constant you could rely on.

Jollie may have left a void, but Capitano would make sure you were never alone again.

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SUNGHO

sungho does not deserve this. one second, he’s lying peacefully on your bed, head in your lap as you mess with his hair, and the next, he’s being shoved into your closet because your friends have suddenly decided to show up unannounced.

“you owe me,” he grits out as his lovely girlfriend pushes him inside and shuts the door with no mercy.

an hour. he’s stuck in there for a whole hour, broad shoulders cramped uncomfortably in the small space, forced to listen to your friends chatter away while he suffers in silence.

by the time they finally leave, he stumbles out, looking thoroughly pissed. arms crossed over his chest, lips pulled into a small pout.

“i almost died in there,” he huffs dramatically.

you do feel bad, but also… his grumpy state is adorable. reaching out, you try to touch his arm, hoping he’ll melt at your touch, but he remains as stiff as a cardboard cutout.

you say his name sweetly. “you know i didn’t have any other choice,” you explain, but sungho only frowns harder, looking everywhere except at you.

you sigh, but you know exactly how to break through his shell. standing on your tiptoes, you press a sweet kiss to his cheek. he tries to keep up the sulking act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch.

so you keep going, cupping his face and trailing soft kisses along his cheek, forehead, nose—until he’s smiling from ear to ear, his hands settling on your hips as he soaks in the affection.

“are you still mad at me?” you ask, lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

“yes.”

sungho isn’t mad at all, but after being trapped in that closet for way too long, he’s milking this for all it’s worth.

“but i made it up to you,” you pout.

he flops onto your bed, looking up at you with a lazy smile. “not enough.”

you smile back, leaning closer. “what do i have to do then?”

without warning, he grabs your wrist and flips you onto the bed beside him. “stay right here,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your neck, voice muffled. “and maybe let me sleep over.”

“that’s just gonna get us in more trouble,” you snort.

but you both know you’ll let him stay anyway.

RIWOO

you’re having a movie night at leehan’s place. you love them the most—cozy blankets, dim lights, and, best of all, an excuse to cuddle with riwoo while everyone else is too engrossed in the movie to notice.

you’re in the kitchen, waiting for the microwave to finish, the smell of buttery popcorn filling the air.

you sense a presence behind you and smile, already knowing who it is. but before you can turn, riwoo places his hands on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.

“you’re taking forever,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.

“you’re just too impatient,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully.

before you can react, riwoo spins you around and steals a quick kiss—soft, teasing, gone too soon. but then, he kisses you again, this time lingering.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, the scent of popcorn and his cologne making your head spin. the thrill of getting caught at any moment, if one of your friends decided to walk in, only makes you want to kiss him more.

the microwave beeps, startling you both apart. your breath is unsteady as you glance toward the living room, making sure no one is coming.

riwoo, completely unbothered, just smirks. “sit next to me,” he says, pecking your lips once more.

“what?” you blink at him, dazed.

“not taesan. me.”

he leaves first, acting like nothing happened, though the tips of his ears are red. you take a second to compose yourself before following, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and settling into the empty spot beside riwoo.

you pretend nothing happened in the kitchen, but the way he immediately leans into you, his warmth engulfing you, says otherwise.

JAEHYUN

you make your way toward the fitting room to try on a cute top you found while shopping with friends, only for jaehyun to slip in right behind you and lock the door. he wastes no time pressing you against the wall, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“jae, what are you—”

“just one kiss,” he pleads, though you both know it’s never just one. his hands slide up your waist, lips moving against yours in a way that makes your knees weak. your fingers curl into his shirt as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

you lose track of time, of everything except the warmth of his touch—the way his fingers slide up your back, the way his hands tangle in your hair—until both of your phones start buzzing, the group chat flooding with messages about your whereabouts.

you pull away with a gasp, chest rising and falling as reality crashes back in. jaehyun exhales, lips brushing over yours as he grins. “ignore it.”

“they’re gonna get suspicious,” you whisper, eyes darting to the persistent notifications lighting up your screen.

“mm, let them.” his thumb drags lazily over your lower lip before he leans in again.

you barely manage to stop him, pressing a hand against his chest. “jaehyun,” you scold, though your voice lacks any real conviction, “we’re gonna get caught.”

he huffs, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “fine,” he mutters, but then he smirks, arms tightening around you for just a second. “but you owe me later.”

rolling your eyes, you push him toward the door. “whatever, just go.”

he slips out first, and you take a moment to fix your hair before following.

but as you rejoin your friends, pretending nothing happened, the way your lip gloss has vanished—and how jaehyun’s lips are looking a little shinier than usual—does not go unnoticed by them.

TAESAN

taesan loves sneaking around.

he thrives off the secrecy—the stolen glances, the brief touches, whispering things in your ear under the guise of a joke, the way no one suspects a thing (even though they totally do).

so when he suddenly pulls you into the janitor’s closet, you’re not surprised.

“taesan—”

“shh.” he smirks, backing you up against the shelves, lips grazing your ear. “don’t wanna get caught, baby.”

before you can retort, his lips are on yours—slow, teasing. his hands ghost over your waist before gripping it properly, deepening the kiss.

he’s enjoying this—his little secret, the thrill of nearly getting caught, the way you melt under his touch. he pulls back slightly, and you assume he’s about to make another teasing remark, but his words are swallowed when you grab his collar, crashing your lips against his.

your fingers tangle in his hair, his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, closer, until—

rattle.

someone jiggles the door handle.

you both freeze.

“is someone in here?” a voice calls.

taesan grins. “looks like we’re stuck together, babe.”

you slap a hand over his mouth. “not the time!”

LEEHAN

leehan is a little too good at keeping things lowkey—no one suspects a thing.

he’s good at pretending you’re just friends in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he showers you with all the affection in the world.

which is why it takes you a while to notice he’s being sulky.

at first, you don’t think much of it. leehan isn’t the loudest in the group, so when he only responds with nods and one-liners, you assume he’s just in a quiet mood. but then, he doesn’t sit next to you like he normally would. doesn’t lean in to whisper jokes only you can hear. doesn’t even laugh at yours a little harder than everyone else.

that’s when you know something’s wrong.

so you pull him aside under the excuse of showing him a cool fish. your friends don’t even question it.

“alright,” you say once you’re alone, “what’s wrong?”

leehan crosses his arms, looking away. “nothing.”

you raise an eyebrow. “liar.”

he exhales sharply through his nose, clearly debating whether to tell you, before mumbling, “jaehyun grabbed your arm earlier.”

you blink. “...because he got startled.”

leehan pouts. “still.”

you bite your lip, fighting back a smile. “you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”

his nose scrunches. “shut up.”

you laugh, reaching for his hand. he lets you, but keeps his gaze stubbornly fixed on the fish tank.

“you know you get to do more than just hold my hand when we’re alone,” you tease, tracing abstract patterns on the back of his hand.

he swallows, trying to keep up the act, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch. still, it takes more soft reassurances, a few playful pokes, and at least three compliments for his sulkiness to finally melt away.

but just as you’re about to go back, he surprises you—grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your lips.

you panic, looking around to see if anyone saw. “leehan—”

he just laughs, completely unbothered. “what? they still don’t suspect a thing.”

WOONHAK

woonhak is sneaky.

he takes your hand, his expression casual as ever while the group chatters away. at first, you think nothing of it—he does this often, holding onto you like it's second nature. but then—

crack.

you wince. “did you just—”

he hums in response, unfazed. crack. crack.

“woonhak!” you whisper sharply, trying not to draw attention.

“shh,” he murmurs, cracking another knuckle with ease.

you grimace at the sensation. it doesn’t exactly hurt, but it’s unexpected, and by the time he’s done cracking all ten of your knuckles, you’re staring at him in disbelief. you try to tug your hand away, but he doesn’t let go. instead, he shifts his grip, thumbs pressing gentle circles over your knuckles, soothing away the tension he just caused.

you turn to glare at him, ready to scold him properly, but then he smiles. that smile—the one where his lips lift a little to show his teeth, and his eyes shine with unfiltered adoration.

you sigh, any irritation melting away.

so you let him hold your hand, pretending to be engrossed in whatever ridiculous debate your friends are having.

and when, in one swift motion, he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft, fleeting kiss against your knuckles, you don’t even bother to pull away.

you only suppress a giggle, hoping no one else noticed.

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Word count: 937

Warnings: smut

Alexa, play Rush by Troye Sivan

"Keep it on. I want to watch you bounce in nothing but my hoodie”

The night had started with neon lights, throbbing bass, and alcohol flowing too easily between your lips. You hadn’t come there planning anything. In fact, you barely knew his name— just a tall, good looking stranger who looked criminally handsome in low lighting, his laughter smooth, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey and  a vague introduction earlier that night through mutual friends. 

You also didn’t expect Hyunjin to sit beside you at the booth, let alone join the drinking game your friends had started up halfway through the night. The game was stupid. Spin the bottle, truth or dare,  dares which got even riskier— you lost track halfway through. All you remembered was the heat in your cheeks when someone dared you to kiss him, and the smirk on his lips when he leaned in.

That kiss was supposed to be for fun. Brief. Innocent. But it wasn’t. It was slow, warm, tongue slipping past your lips like he already knew how you tasted. His hand cupped your jaw gently as your bodies leaned into each other. And when it ended, you were breathless and ruined.

Later, when you were shivering outside waiting for a cab, he shrugged off his hoodie and slipped it over your shoulders without a word. It smelled like him— fresh laundry and cologne. And when he offered to take you back to his place instead, you didn’t even hesitate.

His apartment was elegant and clean, quiet and shadowy like the night. He shut the door, then turned to look at you. There was something different in his gaze now— it turned darker, heavier. “You want a drink?”, he asked. “No”, you said, eyes locked on his mouth, “I want you”.

He didn’t move for a second. Just watched you. Then, with a low chuckle, he stepped forward and kissed you again— deeper this time, no pretense of anything innocent. His hands slid under the hem of the hoodie you still wore, thumbs brushing your waist as he backed you up into the wall, “Didn’t think a kiss could taste that good”. 

You barely had time to respond before his hands were on your hips, pulling you even closer. The next kiss was different— slower, deeper, almost cruel in how teasing it was. You moaned softly against his mouth, and he smiled into it. “You’re still wearing this”, he said, voice low, warm breath fanning your skin. “Good. Keep it on. I want to watch you bounce in nothing but my hoodie”. You blinked at him. “Seriously?”, his eyes burned into yours, “Dead serious”. Your breath caught.

He shifted it up over your hips, pushing his thigh between your legs, and you gasped at the pressure, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now”, he whispered against your neck, biting gently at the skin. His fingers gripped your thighs as his lips trailed down, sucking bruises into your skin— one below your ear, another lower on your collarbone, his teeth grazing softly before he soothed it with his tongue. "Need to mark what’s mine”, he muttered against your skin, voice husky, teeth dragging softly, “Mine just for tonight”.

Your hands were everywhere— sliding beneath his shirt, over his taut stomach, feeling the sharp dip of his v-line, the smooth skin of his abs. His body was ridiculously hot— lean and strong, tight muscle beneath warm skin. You pulled his shirt off in a rush and your breath actually hitched.

He looked like sin incarnated.

Fair skin glowing in the soft lamplight, sharp collarbones, broad shoulders narrowing down to a waist you wanted to bite into. His body irradiated raw heat. You kissed down his chest, dragging your nails down his stomach as he shivered beneath your touch, “Fuck”, he groaned, “You’re killing me”

He picked you up effortlessly, took you to his bedroom, and laid you on the sheets like you were something delicate. But there was nothing gentle about the way he kissed you now— open mouthed, hungry, tongue deep, fingers gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.

When he slid inside you, slow and deep, you saw stars. He moved like he had all the time in the world. Every stroke measured, dragging moans from your lips, making sure you felt every inch of him. His hands pressed into your hips, holding you still beneath him as he set a rhythm that was unhurried and maddening.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hoodie riding up your back, exposing more skin, more friction. “You feel so good”, he groaned against your neck, “So fucking good”. You clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin, leaving faint marks in return. He kissed you hard, hips snapping faster now, and the sound of skin against skin filled the room, broken only by moans and whispers.

“Look at you” he murmured, breathless, lips brushing your temple, “Taking me so well. Such a good girl”. And you did— over and over, until your legs shook and your voice was raspy from crying out his name. He kept going until your body arched against him, until pleasure hit you like a wave you couldn’t stop.

When you both finally collapsed into the sheets, your bodies sticky and tangled, he pulled you close— his hoodie still clinging to your skin, soaked with sweat and heat. You smiled into his chest, dazed and drunk on him, “So… this was good for a one night stand. Don't you think?”. He chuckled, brushing your hair off your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “One night stand?!", he scoffed, "I think I’m keeping you”.

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Hey I hope you are doing well and just wanted to say you are one of the reasons that I'm still madly obsessed with Transformers and to be honest I don't read much of they comics but I do love watching their shows, ( it's more merciful to my wallet because most of their show are free to watch then buying every comic and it is hard to find a comic shop where I'm from) but can I ask for an intimate Megatronus of Transformers One story, I'm curious how he would handle the reader, and his reaction be of their face and body, because it's the first time in his life he ever sees something like the reader.

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Sure! 18+ Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Scenario-First Time

Megatronus Prime x Reader

• Servos brushing your collarbone when he touches the edge of your loose covering, there’s not much to it. Just this thin bit of cloth and a sash around your middle keeping it closed. Wishes you’d look up at him as the tip of a servo slides along skin brushing cloth, but your head is down, face flushed. Shy now? Servos skimming down your body, he plays with the end of the sash. One little tug and it will come loose and he’ll see what you keep hidden from him. Wants to do bad his aching with it. His sweet little, shy mate. “I won’t take anything you’re unwilling to offer,” he says and your lips part. Needs you to look at him, to meet his optics. To know you still want this. Want him. Doesn’t want you to feel obligated, that you have to do this, to give yourself to him.

• Heart racing, you laying your hand on his. Even mass displaced, he’s so big. Intimidating, but you’re not scared of him. Know him after being trapped here with him so long, he’s your protector, your friend. And you want him, want to have this moment. Blowing out a breath, your fingers brush his servos, picking apart the loose knot on your sash. “It’s not that,” you reassure him, self conscious and trying to understand why he wants you. You’ve come to love him, but compared to them, you must be unsettling, right? Soft and alien instead of what he’s used to and maybe you’re just a curiosity to him. Maybe he’s only interested because you’re a new experience not because he actually wants you. You’re just scratching an itch to explore a new kink. And it’s okay if that’s all this is, if he can’t love you. Keep repeating the lie to yourself.

• Loose robe gaping open to reveal a tantalizing stretch of skin, he reaches to tip your chin up with a servo. “Then what is it?” Those eyes finally lift to his optics, uncertain and so achingly vulnerable. Do you have any idea how precious you are to him? How much he loves you? Venting with a smile behind his mask, he eases down to kneel at your feet, putting himself closer to your level. Reaching to cup your face in his hands and you offer him a hesitant smile. “Talk to me, little one.” Going still when you reach to touch his mask, fingers brushing the edges, but not trying to remove it. And no one unmasks him, not even the other Primes. But as your eyes dip, unable to meet his optics, he reaches up to lay his hands on the back of your much smaller ones, removing his mask for you.

• He’s handsome under the mask, his face scarred from an old injury that twists his features into a harshness that doesn’t reach those kind optics and you’re reaching before you can stop yourself. Fingers stopping just shy of touching him. And he closes the distance, laying his cheek against your palm and his big hand covering yours to keep it there. Watching you touch him and your thumb slides against his bottom lip, flirting with the edge of that scarring. “What happened?”

• Even before the injury, he never was lovely, not like Prima, he’d done his duty but wasn’t adored the way Prima was. Wasn’t loved. “Another time.” Shielded his siblings and taken the brunt of an attack to spare them, but he doesn’t want to share war stories with you, doesn’t want you to worry over him and he knows you will. Turning his head to brush his mouth against your palm to distract you, he lays his other hand on you, servos brushing your collar bone and warm skin. And he feels your breathing hitch. Eyes shying away again as you shift slightly and that soft cloth slides off your shoulders to fall to the floor. No more secrets. Takes it as permission, servos brushing over you, tracing curves and hollows. Lingering when you make soft noises. Spreading his thighs wider apart, he tugs you against his frame, lips brushing your throat, sliding to your shoulder, as every intake fills him with the scent of you. The taste of your skin on his glossa when his mouth opens against you.

• Big hands stroking over you, touching so gently like you’re made of glass. But then he could break you so easily without meaning to, something you’re painfully aware of. Hands gripping his helm when his mouth slides over you and his own hands find your hips. Lifting you into his arms and you realize he’s freed his spike at some point, feel the length of him sliding against you. Feet unable to touch the ground, your toes curl as he keeps rocking the length of his spike between your thighs, teasing you both. “Megatronus,” you whimper and he growls at the sound of his name. Mouth back on your throat, kissing and sucking the skin there, denta grazing you. And your body is heating, coiling at just the feel of him sliding against your slick core again and again, at those big hands on you, aware that you’re going to come apart before he’s even inside you. Begging for him, clinging to him as he rumbles softly against you and whispers that you’re his.

[scarekat]

smut.

izuku’s been thinking about this all day, coming home after three weeks and seeing you cooking a wonderful meal and greeting him with that pretty face.

it was late when dinner filled your stomachs, he took a nice warm bath and was enjoying time with you before calling it a night. he was exhausted, but he missed you more.

he couldn’t get those stupid thoughts out of his head. you had asked him how the mission was, how you were watching the news and how you thought he was amazing out there. “i can’t believe deku is my boyfriend, i’m so lucky!” no, he’s the lucky one.

he couldn’t remember what caused it, maybe it was the praise, maybe it was how your hand slowly inched closer and his mind went wild with possibilities.

izuku throws an arm over his eyes in embarrassment, face red and choked noises coming from his throat. it felt like he couldn’t breathe, gasping between gritted teeth and his hips jerk.

green eyes flicker to look up at you, the lights dimmed but he had no trouble seeing the sweet smile on your cheeks.

you see the fresh bandage wraps as well as discolored, smattering of old scars that peek from his torso, lifting his t shirt up until it lands on the seat next to you, running your fingertips over his bare chest, hearing a shaky breath when you tweak his nipple.

“don’t- no teasing,” he says.

“m sorry.” and you listen, nails dragging over his stomach to the string that confined the bulge in his sweats.

he lifts his hips off the couch when you start to pull them down, and you gawk when his dick springs forth, flushed red and hanging under its own weight. izuku shrinks under your gaze. every time.

he twitches as precum leaks from the tip, and you use your thumb to spread it around. he mumbles inaudible, your soft hand moving up and down his shaft, squeezing just a little every now and then.

“you’ve been working so hard. i’ll take care of you, baby.”

television echoing voices that meshes into nothing as he melted into the couch pillows that cooled his burning skin. “harder,” he begs, and you listen.

the wet noises and your sweet praises while you jerk him off as if five minutes ago you weren’t just telling him about your day out shopping with your girl friends, how you bought a new dress that you couldn’t wait to show him later.

“come on, weren’t you just begging me to touch you? “ izuku’s heartbeat picks up. “is my hand not enough, baby?” you move up to the head and give small pumps there, his dick lubed up with pre so it was easier for your hand to move now.

“no, no.. swear i’m almost—”

“yeah? say it. i wanna hear you tell me.”

he’s climbing higher and higher, now the one thrusting into your hand while you watch him pant and squirm. he whines your name in broken syllables. “cmon.. need you to say it,” you continue to jerk him off to your own tune, the thickness of his arousal staining your fingers white.

izuku’s face contorts and his hands are grasping and clutching onto anything, it was obvious he was trying to hold back. “too much, i’m gonna —uh— gonna cum, please.. love, can i?”

izuku jolts when you quickly get on your knees in front of him, you spread his thighs further. his breath hitched when your lips brush over the leaking tip.

“i want you inside my mouth, i know how much you love it.”

oh. maybe he died while on the mission and this was heaven, watching the bulbous head slip passed your lips and hit the back of your throat. he wasn’t the biggest in size—but you were never able to fit him entirely in your mouth.

tears gather at the covers of your eyes, hollowing your cheeks as you kept going.

he loses his ability to speak, head lolling back and pathetic moans heighten. a hand finds home on the back of your head, helping you find the pace he craved for.

“—call now and buy one, get one free! limited tv time offer!”

he opened his eyes and happened to glance at the tv, there was a commercial playing, seemingly for this clothing brand releasing a limited edition deku pajama set in a couple weeks. he still needed to find it online.. for you, of course.

wait, why would he have to buy it? it’s his own merch. couldn’t he get it for free, have it delivered home for you as a surprise.

suddenly he’s seeing lewd images of you, the top pushed up, showing dark green lingerie and the delicate stitching looks perfect against your skin, his hands trailing up and down your body…

“i wore this just for you,” you moan against his lips, hand on his and guiding him to squeeze your breast. “touch me, izuku, feeling your hands on my body turns me on so much—“

“oh, jeez..” izuku yanks you off entirely, your lips wet and swollen, a drooling mess, he wipes at the corner of your mouth, and you open wide, sucking on his finger. “don’t waste it, ‘kay?” and he pulls you back down on him, slowly picking up the pace.

after a minute his thrusts turn sloppy, hurried, a fair cry from his lips “you’re so good to me, so good” as he becomes unable to hold off his own pleasure.

his hips buckled under you and without warning, you feel spurts of cum hit your tongue, unloading inside your mouth. whispers from the back of his throat as one wave poured after the other, mind numbing delight made his legs shake.

your muffled moans fall on deaf ears as he thinks about nothing but the pleasure flowing through his veins as he holds you still. izuku finally goes limp, releasing the tight grip on your hair.

you let go with a gasp and keep pumping his cock, your spit mixed with cum dripping onto his skin—he made a mess. don’t waste it. your tongue slides up the shaft, gathering the slick before giving one last kiss.

izuku catches his breath, watching as you stand up and lift your shirt over your head. “y/n, what are you doing?”

your fingers hook at the belt loops on your pants, slowly tugging them down. “i’m undressing.”

the smirk on your face makes him shake his head, scratching at his freckled cheek while glancing away. “ah.. uh.. i see that but..”

“what’s wrong?” you ask, neatly folded clothes placed on the opposite arm rest, staring at the hero with a quirked eyebrow.

“nothing! nothing at all, promise! i don’t want you to think you have to, just because i got a little .. you know—“ you realize what he’s trying to say, crawling back onto his lap.

he holds you steady, squeezing the fat of your ass. izuku laughs at the way you jumped. you two meet in the middle, lips meshing in a kiss.

your hands grasp at the hairs at the nape of his neck, tongue darting past parted lips and he deepens the kiss. he tastes himself on your tongue, but he doesn’t mind it.

you cradle his face after a good time of exploring each others mouths, pulling away briefly, his eyes searching yours.

you don’t give him time to collect himself when you grind against him just a little bit, reaching up to brush the dark strands out of his face.

“i would have jumped you the second you walked through the door, izu.” you tease. “besides, you’re still hard..”

izuku could feel you drag his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing before you nudge him past your folds.

you go slow, having not prepared yourself for his girth but it was worth the stretch, seeing that look on his face as you take him.

he winces as he filled you completely, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his already exhausted body. you relax and work yourself open for him, fully seated on his cock and izuku’s eyes fall closed.

all he could feel was hot pleasure of you clenching around him, the thick veins dragging against your cunt with each roll of your hips, he bites his lip to try and stop himself from groaning too loud, a metallic taste on his tongue.

“stop that.” izuku gulps hard when he hears your voice in his ear, warm breath on his cheek. oh god, he’s gonna pass out —“i wanna hear you, baby, don’t you fucking dare hold back on me.”

he keens into your touch, he watches you stick out your tongue and his eyes nearly roll back when you lick at the wound on his bottom lip, moans tied together in harmony. “you feel so- so good inside me.. i never want you to leave.”

slowly he starts to thrust his hips, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you chase the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls, he grunts each time you sink down on him.

izuku’s hands hover over your waist, almost hesitant. you shake your head, “please touch me.”

so he does. he doesn’t rush your pace, letting you take control. big hands ghosting along your hips, his thumb smoothed over the plush skin of your inner thighs. “look, izuku,” his eyes follow your hand, trailing down your stomach to where you both met. “i’m sucking you in, see that? oh, i’ve missed you so much.”

“yeah?” his mouth waters at the sight of you taking him whole, using him as you so please, it will always feel like the first time. “was thinkin’ of you the whole time too.” izuku watches your breasts bounce in front of his face before he reaches around to cup one, warm in the palms of his hands.

“so beautiful,” he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, gentle with his teeth before leaving wet kisses. “getting bold, are you?” he hears, and a response bubbles in his throat but it’s cut short when a hand wraps around his neck.

you don’t say a word, he didn’t realize you stopped moving, pressure is applied on his throat, not too much and not too little, but it sends a tingling feeling from his fingertips to his toes.

he gasps when you press a kiss on his cheeks, turning his head to find your gaze, and you can’t help but give in. he kisses you back hard, it’s almost bruising until his lips naturally part to let out a groan.

god, he’s never felt so amazing and pathetic, like winning and losing at the same time. dick twitches inside you, the sensations drive him crazy as his hips snap into yours.

“no, slow down, izuku.” your voice clouds his mind, “don’t hurt yourself.” and he forces himself to nod, dropping his head back and your soft hands start roaming. there’s a throbbing tension in the pit of your stomach.

“i’ve waited so long to have you like this again, driving me fucking crazy,” you tell him. “love you.”

“i- i love you too. sososo much, oh my god,” he groans, cheeks flushed pink and his mouth twitches cutely every time you clench around his cock.

you take the opportunity to shove a finger in his gaping mouth, hooking his lower jaw as you ride him faster.

his eyes brighten, sucking on your digit before sinking his teeth into it. “good, yeah? ‘s good for you too?” his words were slurred, shaky and breathless, you melt at how desperate he looked for affirmation, and you nod fervently. “it’s amazing, baby.”

he was now the one moving you, peering up at you through half-lidded eyes. his lungs feel hot, jaw aching from how hard he’s trying to hold back as you whine his name and his name only.

izuku. izuku. izuku.

you throw your head back, struggling to delay your climax as a white heat starts to build up inside. his hands are kneading and clutching erratically at your ass, spreading you open, very obvious that he’s hurtling towards the edge with you.

“please, y/n. let me!”

“oh god.. you look so good like this.. so—fuck, perfect! go ahead.. you deserve it” and he doesn’t waste a second to flip you over, one hand propping himself up while the other slides between your bodies, fingers curling tightly into his palm as a thumb hones in on your puffy clit.

you see stars as his cock slides in and out with ease, the feel of him spreading you wide and his thumb rubbing tight circles already building pressure deep inside.

“yesyes, just like that baby” you can’t help the words, stuttering when he reaches even deeper. your head tosses back, jaw going slack as he fucks you into the couch cushions.

the wet noises from your pussy could be heard over your constant moans, over the sound of skin slapping against yours, it was becoming overwhelming.

all izuku wanted was to get you over the edge before him, to feel your walls flutter and clasp around his weeping cock. the pent-up energy inside him dispelling with each hard rut of his hips.

the more you twitched around him, the more he rocked into you, weak for the sounds you made. but after a while, the steady rhythm, he was aching for more. “you can be rougher with me,” you say, “i trust you.” it makes him falter for only a moment, desires itching at the back of his mind.

he won’t hesitate anymore.

then izuku straightens up, each of his thrusts had his dick kissing your cervix, fingernails digging as he fucked your hips in the air.

you were so close, and it seemed like you weren’t the only one— his thrusts are picking up again, faster and harder each time, keeping you right where he wants you.

he felt his ego growing bigger. it makes him dizzy. a little too excited, too ballsy.

“pretty little thing,” izuku chokes out, your body arching as tears gather in your eyes, nodding pathetically as you feel the room spin with how well he fills you up.

all thoughts left his head, it was primal, rough. just what you asked for. “getting taken by a strong hero, y- you like it huh? should’ve told me.. y/n—,”

“yes! i love it, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” it was a delicious friction, as your breath and movements became one, a constant of backs and forths.

“izuku, wanna cum inside?” you’re panting, not breaking eye contact, and he almost busts right then. he never gets to cum inside, maybe he was in heaven.

“fuck, please.. are you—”

“it’s okay. just.. a little bit.. more. can you do that?” it seems to encourage him, izuku nodding frantically, getting faster, sloppier; moaning louder than he probably should be.

his muscles rippled from the increase speed as his hips met yours, again and again, making sure his pelvis bullied your aching clit with each movement. burying his cock and hitting that spongy sweet spot inside your cunt that made you gush.

your breath gets ragged, moans get louder, body more desperate as you spasm and tighten around him.

his eyebrows pinch together, he almost looks in pain before his features melt into absolute bliss. he couldn’t wait to feel your sweet cunt milk him for all he’s worth.

“don’t stop! don’t stop, i’mso close” izuku adjusts his weight, caging you in even more, sweat from the tip of his nose, lips brushing against yours but never truly meeting. you could feel him everywhere.

“feel so good, like you were made for me.. i need you to cum so i can give you what you want, yea? c’mon, please baby. i’ve got you.”

it was sweet, rushed, you see a different look in his eyes that rendered you quiet. how could you refuse when he was asking so nicely?

one final thrust, so deep and hard it almost hurts, and your body exclaims it’s joy before your voice does, crumbling underneath him.

a broken sound escapes your lips when you come undone around him, clawing at his skin as everything hits you like a storm, like a burst of pleasure and it spreads through your entire body. it feels like the air was punched out of his lungs, your pussy clamping down on him, shuddering.

“oh, shit” his entire body was shaking, thrusting in a stuttering pattern before rough hands pull you into a tight embrace, canines biting into your shoulder.

it makes you dizzy in the best ways.

izuku lets out an moan, rumbling deep from his chest and pure ecstasy washes over. his hot seed filling you up, rutting his hips, he couldn’t help it, fucking the cum that seeped out back into you.

eventually the hero relaxes, panting out as he rides out the last bit of the high with you, kissing the mark he left— surprisingly he didn’t break skin.

your skin was sticky, a result of the unruly act, a mess on the cushions that would so fun to clean up. busy staring up at the ceiling, his heavy breathing fills the silence between you.

“i really needed that,” you can’t help but giggle, finally catching your breath, and he responded with a hum.

izuku never was able to stay conscious for long after sex.

you turn his head to look at you, mouths colliding in intimate kisses, sweet i love you’s as it feels like time has stopped, cock still buried inside you. izuku’s scarred hands caress your face.

he was in no state to think, muscles ache and and his vision was hazy.. his eyes barely stay open when you pulled away from a kiss.

izuku winces when your nails dig into his shoulder, cinching his hair to get his attention and maybe jostle some sense back into his mind. “is my baby so fucked out that he can’t even kiss me back anymore?”

“mmm yes? let’s sleep.. then we can go again..”

[rose24207]

would love anything with jealous and possesive lando where he sees the reader dancing in a club and they both fight after and she's too stubborn and hopefully you make it ANGSTY and maybe smut in the end of possible

I am possessive

Summary: After seeing you dance with another man at a club, a jealous and possessive Lando confronts you in a heated argument that leads to an intense, passionate turn.

Possessive!Lando x stubborn!brat!reader

Genre: angst, suggestive

TW: Heavy angst, jealousy, possessiveness, heated arguments, smut (MDNI), light manhandling, unprotected sex, slight choking, possessive dirty talk.

A/N: damn. Okay so normally I don’t write aunt but I thought give it a chance. What do you think?

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Lando should’ve never let you go out alone.

His stomach had been twisted in knots the second you mentioned a girls’ night out, but you’d reassured him—told him you’d behave, that it was just harmless fun.

Now, standing in the VIP section of the club, he was starting to think he’d been a fool to trust that promise.

Because there you were, in the middle of the dance floor, moving in a way that was so undeniably sensual, so effortlessly intoxicating, that it had every man in the vicinity hooked. And worst of all, you didn’t seem to care.

Your dress clung to your body, riding up your thighs as you swayed, your lips parted slightly as you lost yourself in the music. The dim lighting flashed in sync with the beat, illuminating the way a stranger’s hands lingered just a second too long on your waist.

Lando saw red.

Before he even realized what he was doing, he was shoving past people, ignoring the calls of his friends as he made his way toward you.

The guy dancing behind you barely had time to register the rage in Lando’s eyes before Lando’s hand was on your wrist, yanking you away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You blinked at him, dazed and annoyed. “Dancing? What does it look like?”

“With him?” He shot a glare toward the man, who had already backed away, clearly deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s just dancing, Lando.”

“Not when you look like that,” he hissed, eyes burning as they flicked over you. “Not when you let some random guy put his hands on you.”

“Oh, please.” You ripped your wrist from his grasp, crossing your arms. “Since when do you get to decide who I dance with?”

Lando let out a bitter laugh, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. “Since I’m your boyfriend. Or did you forget?”

Your stubbornness flared. “I didn’t forget. But I also didn’t realize that meant I needed your permission to have fun.”

“That’s what you call fun?” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “Letting some guy touch you? Letting him think he has a fucking chance with you?”

You scoffed. “Oh my God, Lando, it was harmless! You’re overreacting.”

His expression darkened. “I’m not overreacting. I’m telling you how fucking stupid it is to act like you’re single when you’re not.”

Your lips parted in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he snapped. “If you wanted to whore yourself out for attention, you should’ve just said so before you walked out the door.“

The slap came faster than either of you could process.

It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make Lando’s head snap to the side, his chest rising and falling heavily as the weight of his words sank in.

Your hand trembled as you pulled it away, anger and hurt flashing in your eyes. “Fuck you, Lando.”

You turned on your heel, storming out of the club.

Lando stood there, unmoving, before the sound of his own heartbeat hammering in his ears snapped him out of it.

Fuck.

His hands curled into fists before he exhaled sharply and followed you.

The ride home was silent.

You refused to look at him, staring out the window, arms crossed as your body radiated tension. Lando gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The moment you stepped into the apartment, you made a beeline for the bedroom.

Lando was right behind you, slamming the door shut before you could lock him out.

You whirled on him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You’re my problem, darling.”

Your breath hitched at the sudden shift in his voice—low, edged with something dangerous.

“You act like I don’t have a right to be pissed,” he said, stalking toward you. “Like I’m crazy for getting angry when my girlfriend is dancing like that in front of other men.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.” He was in front of you now, eyes burning into yours. “You were driving me fucking insane.”

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to back down. “Maybe if you weren’t so possessive—”

“I am possessive.” He cut you off. “You’re mine.”

You sucked in a breath. “I don’t belong to you.”

A dark smirk ghosted over his lips. “No? Then tell me, who do you belong to, then?”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to answer, but your body betrayed you—your breath coming faster, your pupils dilating as his fingers traced up your arm.

Lando leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “Say it.”

Your resolve cracked. “You.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest before he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, hands gripping your waist with the same possessiveness that had nearly started a fight in the club.

You gasped against his lips as he backed you up against the bed, his weight pressing you down.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered, biting at your neck.

Your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer.

“Then show me,” you challenged.

His lips curled into a smirk against your skin. “Oh, I will.”

He yanked your dress up, bunching it at your waist, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your thighs before he slipped your underwear down your legs. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right, making your body arch off the bed.

“Already so wet,” he muttered darkly, watching you squirm beneath him. “Bet you liked making me jealous, didn’t you?”

You whimpered, but Lando wasn’t in the mood for anything but the truth. His free hand wrapped around your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you look up at him.

“Answer me.”

You swallowed, breathless. “Maybe.”

His jaw clenched. “You’re a fucking brat.”

But he loved it.

He pulled his fingers from you, making you whine, but before you could protest, he was shoving his jeans down, his cock hard and aching.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, pressing the tip against your entrance. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this.”

Then, in one swift motion, he buried himself inside you, knocking the air from your lungs.

You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he set a brutal pace, every thrust a reminder of exactly who you belonged to.

Lando’s lips found yours again, messy and desperate, swallowing every moan as he fucked you deep into the mattress.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “No one else will ever have you. Say it.”

“I—” You choked on a moan as he angled his hips just right, hitting the spot that made your toes curl. “I belong to you, Lando.”

A smug grin tugged at his lips. “That’s my girl.”

Your body tensed, pleasure coiling in your stomach as you teetered on the edge.

Lando felt it. “Come for me, baby.”

With one more thrust, you shattered, pleasure crashing over you in waves as he followed right after, groaning your name like a prayer.

For a moment, neither of you moved, panting against each other’s skin.

Then Lando pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Never again,” he murmured. “No more guys, no more dancing like that unless it’s for me.”

You hummed, still breathless. “Possessive much?”

He smirked. “You love it.”

You did.

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[camille-aurelie-deveraux]

Hey! Could I please request reader comforting Oscar after he spins out of the race. She is being a good girlfriend, and Oscar really needs it right now.

Thank you!

Comfort in your arms

The energy in Melbourne was electric. The first race of the 2025 Formula 1 season was always going to be exciting, but for Oscar, it was even more special. It was his home race—the one where he had grown up dreaming of one day competing in front of his family, friends, and thousands of Aussie fans. But more than anything, he was happy because Yn was here with him.

They had been together for years now, their relationship built on mutual support, understanding, and an unwavering love for one another. No matter what happened on track, Yn was always there for him, just like he was for her.

Now, as he sat in his race suit, exhausted and frustrated after a chaotic Australian Grand Prix, all he wanted was to see her.

Oscar had started the race strong, maintaining his position in the top three for most of it. The car felt good, and for a while, it seemed like a solid points finish was guaranteed. But then, disaster struck.

Lap 42. He had been pushing hard, trying to close the gap to the car in front when the rear of his car suddenly stepped out mid-corner.

“Ah, no—no, no, no!” he shouted into the radio as he spun off the track, grass spraying in all directions.

For a moment, his heart sank, thinking it was all over. But with quick reactions, he managed to get the car pointed in the right direction and rejoin the race. It wasn’t over, but he had lost precious positions.

By the time the checkered flag fell, he had salvaged a P9 finish. Points, but not the result he had been hoping for at home.

Now, walking back to his driver's room, he could feel the frustration settling deep in his chest.

Then he saw her.

Yn was already waiting for him inside, her arms crossed as she leaned against the small couch, watching him with concern. The moment Oscar stepped through the door, she moved toward him.

"Hey," she said softly. "Rough one?"

Oscar let out a breath and ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "Yeah. I really messed that up."

"You didn't mess up," she corrected, stepping closer. "You finished in the points after a spin. That’s still a solid drive."

He shook his head. "Not good enough. Not at my home race."

Yn sighed, reaching out to cup his face gently. "Stop that," she murmured, her thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "You drove an incredible race. One mistake doesn’t change that. You kept fighting, and that’s what matters."

Oscar leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "I just—" He exhaled, shaking his head again. "I really wanted a good result today. For everyone here. For you."

She frowned at that. "You don’t owe me anything, Oscar. I’m proud of you no matter what."

His chest tightened at her words. She always knew exactly what to say.

Yn reached up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, slow and reassuring. Oscar immediately melted into it, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

She kissed him again, lingering, making sure he knew how much she meant every word she said. When she pulled back slightly, their faces remained close, breath mingling.

"You did amazing," she whispered.

Oscar swallowed hard, his hands tightening on her hips. "I needed that," he admitted, his voice raw.

"Good," she said with a small smile. "Because I plan to keep doing it until you believe me."

A small chuckle escaped him, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t fully disappear. He leaned forward again, pressing his forehead against hers.

"You’re too good to me," he murmured.

Yn’s hands slid up to the back of his neck, playing with the damp curls there. "You make it easy."

Oscar sighed and pulled her even closer, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her jaw before trailing down to her neck. He sucked gently at the sensitive skin, his lips warm and soft against her.

Yn let out a soft hum of approval, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"I really needed this," he admitted between kisses.

"I know," she whispered.

He kissed her again, firmer this time, pouring every ounce of emotion into it. She responded immediately, her hands gripping his race suit. He didn’t want to let go—didn’t want to think about the race, the spin, or the points lost. Right now, all that mattered was her.

Yn pulled back slightly, tilting his chin up so he met her gaze. "You are incredible, Oscar. One spin doesn’t change that. And no matter what happens on track, I’ll always be here for you."

His heart clenched at her words.

"I love you," he said suddenly, the words tumbling out before he could even think about them.

Yn smiled, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "I love you too," she whispered.

And just like that, everything felt a little bit lighter.

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Hi readers! Please enjoy this little piece. I would be very happy if you would send me some requests. See ya till next time!

-Cami 🏎

[httpsdana]

Hello ♡

I was wondering if I could request boyfriend headcanon for Pau?

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Boyfriend Headcanon~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

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・❥・a/n: I still have requests for Jamal Pedri and Gavi headcanon hehehe. I'm probably writing them tomorrow.

❖ bf! Pau is a blushy baby. Pau blushes so easily. Like, if you call him “handsome” or “my boy,” his ears go pink instantly. You love teasing him just to see that reaction; a hand under his chin, a soft “you’re so pretty,” and he’s ducking his head with a shy little smile, mumbling, “Stop…” (but secretly he loves it).

❖ bf! Pau is a fan of gentle touches and always asking first. He’s incredibly respectful with physical affection. He’ll always ask, “Can I kiss you?” even months into the relationship.

❖ bf! Pau keeps every little gift you give him. The little letter you sent him when you were away visitng your parents? It’s folded neatly in his wallet. The bracelet you made him on a random Tuesday? He never takes it off.

❖ bf! Pau always whispers your name like it’s sacred. He says your name so tenderly. Like he savors it, so soft usually under his breath when you’re cuddled on the couch or falling asleep on his chest. Sometimes it’s just a whisper between kisses a gentle reminder of the love he has for you.

❖ bf! Pau gets nervous around your friends. Even though he’s so composed on the pitch, when he met your friends for the first time, he’s the shyest thing ever. He stood behind you a little, offering quiet smiles, rubbing the back of his neck. But he really tries, because he wants them to like him. He’ll even ask you afterward, “Did I do okay?”

❖ bf! Pau is secretly obsessed with you but plays it cool (he always fails). He’ll act chill in public, but one compliment from you and he’s absolutely melting. He tries to play it off like, “Yeah, I missed you too,” but the way his cheeks flush says otherwise.

❖ bf! Pau gets flustered when you wear his stuff. You in his hoodie? That’s it. Game over. He stares like you just walked out of a dream, then tries to act normal. But you catch him smiling into his water bottle or fiddling with his rings just to distract himself when he looks away from you.

❖ bf! Pau sends you song at night. He’ll randomly send you soft acoustic songs before bed with a simple “this reminded me of you.” He won’t explain more, just leaves you melting, while he lies in bed blushing and hoping you liked it.

❖ bf! Pau kisses your hands when words fail to express his adoration. Whenever he’s overwhelmed or struggling to say how much he loves you, he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly. It’s his quiet way of saying “thank you for being here,” or “I love you so much. I don’t know what to do with it.”

❖ bf! Pau never shuts up about you to his family. You haven’t even met all of them yet, but they already know everything, “She loves strawberry ice cream,” “She’s studying so hard for her finals, I’m bringing her dinner,” “She gets cold easily, I need to bring her a scarf.” His mom tells you later, laughing, “He doesn’t stop talking about you, cariño.”

❖ bf! Pau has eyes that can never hide how deeply in love he is, and still falling even more. Even after months. You catch him looking at you with that soft smile like he’s still stunned by how lucky he is. He gets that dazed look whenever you’re laughing or talking excitedly about something you love. He doesn’t interrupt, just watches, so in awe, heart full.

❖ bf! Pau is the biggest gentleman. He was raised to be one, and he won't do anything less for you. Opening the door for you, paying for your dinner, helping you clasp your necklace. He believes it's the only way to treat any woman, especially you. The one he's deeply in love with.

❖ bf! Pau is the most loyal person you can meet. You see his loyalty for Barça? He's even more loyal to you. The way he sees his whole future with Barça is the same way he sees your relationship in the future. Forever and always.

❖ bf! Pau adores sleepovers with you. You always have something new planned for him when he comes and sleeps at your parents' house. It's either baking together, playing new card games, or having a movie marathon. He just loves spending time with you doing whatever, as long as he sees your smile and hears your laugh.

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

forehead kiss - Javier Peña

900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts

bio : This story is part of the 900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts.

person ordering: @picketniffler

warnings : fluff, married life, your husband dates when you're not home, some kissing and touching, sexual innuendos, praise kink

[my masterlist]

When you got home you immediately smelled her sweet scent. Again. 

They must have spent a wonderful evening together. You took off your jacket and threw it on the couch. Then your attention was drawn to the blanket carelessly thrown over its back, the rumpled pillows.

Yes, Javier Peña had another successful evening when you went out with your friends. Your husband himself insisted that you do something for yourself.

“Meet them, hermosa,” he said when you were still hesitant. “Wear a nice dress, put on some lipstick. You’ll gossip about your husbands, and the men who look at you from afar will see that gold ring. They’ll know chica is out of their reach.”

So you did as he said and that evening passed really pleasantly. And now this. Again.

When you went to the kitchen to get a drink of water before going to bed, you saw the dishes in the sink. One of the glasses still had a smudge of red lipstick on it. You slowly sipped the cold water, looking at all the evidence that your husband had spent the evening without you.

Without even turning on the light, you headed down the hallway toward your bedroom. Pale light fell into the hallway from behind the ajar door. They should be there. Again.

You quietly opened the door and saw them sleeping in your bed. Javier's shirt was lifted slightly, revealing a happy trail straight into his boxers. One arm was behind his head and the other wrapped around her body.

Dark hair was splayed across your pillow. You could clearly see her slightly parted lips, the way her chest heaved with each steady breath. She lay cuddled up to him, completely unaware that you were standing right next to her.

You took a step and felt something under your bare feet. Her dress was lying haphazardly on the floor. You picked it up and carefully placed it on the chair. There was no point in waking them.

You quietly entered the bathroom and took off your dress, then started to wash off your makeup. The house was immersed in silence, and you finally had a moment to yourself. It was only when you pulled one of his shirts over your head, which served as your pajamas, that you noticed he was standing in the doorway. His hair was in a cute mess, his eyes slightly closed because the light irritated him a bit.

"Hi, baby." Javier's voice was hoarse, with remnants of sleep. "Did you have a good time?"

“Not as good as you.” You replied, walking up to him and kissing his soft lips. His mustache tickled you slightly. The shirt he was wearing smelled of her.

He wrapped his arms around you, his strong hands sliding down to your ass, kneading them lightly. The bulge in his boxers stirred.

"Don't tell me you still want sex." you chuckled as he kissed your neck gently.

"I always do. Always with you." he mumbled and you giggled.

"Then you'll have to get rid of her." you said and he sighed quietly.

You stood in the doorway and watched as Javier carefully took your almost four-year-old daughter into his arms. The girl instinctively snuggled into her father's arms, and he kissed her on the forehead, whispering something reassuring. He left the room, and after a moment you heard him quietly close the door to her room.

"I saw you had fun." you said lying down on your side of the bed and stretching.

"We'll clean it up in the morning." Javier replied, climbing onto the bed. His lips brushed your calf, then the place above your knee, your thigh, your hip. A warm hand slid under your shirt, stroking your slightly rounded belly where your second happiness was hidden. "The girls didn't ask why you weren't drinking?"

“I told them I was taking antibiotics. I didn’t want to tell them yet.” You whispered, holding back a sigh as Javier’s lips lightly sucked on the delicate skin of your neck.

"You'll have to do it soon, hermosa." He said quietly. "You'll be full of my baby again. So sexy."

"I know, but not yet." You pulled his face closer to yours and kissed him. "You really let her use my lipstick?"

"Of course! We had a date. She wanted to be as beautiful as mommy."

"She already is."

"Just like you." His hand moved higher and soon he was gently squeezing your breast, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Will you let me take care of you, mommy?"

You rolled your eyes. It was an old trick of Javier’s, he knew exactly which buttons to push to make you give in to him. “And you’ll be a good boy and do it right?”

"The best I can. You won't regret it."

He covered your mouth with his the moment he trapped you under his heated body. This evening was going to be really long.