#i have got to stop listening to the weeknd

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dress | chris sturniolo

contents: fwb; fingering (f receiving); (slightly) exhibitionism; soft dom!chris

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notes: writing chris was hard at first but i had so much fun! i still have another request for him on the drafts - the weeknd anon i did NOT forget you - but i figured id write this one first to get used to it lmaoo it’s so weird let me get my matt back! which btw gonna post a really long one on their birthday and then imma lock in on the pegging request (sturniolo police don’t kill me) it’s super super short but i hope you enjoy it ♡ tysm for over 1k followers, much much love ♡ it’s NOT proofread — i apologize for any mistakes but hopefully they won’t harm the story.

requested by: my dear funny gorgeous smart friend whom i very much love @thepubeburgler

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i couldn't stop laughing. nick had stumbled upon his feet and fallen flat onto the sofa, not making any effort to get up. amidst all the laughter, my hair got caught up in my hoop earrings, yanking my strands forward. “shit”, i muttered, trying to loosen it with my fingers as i recovered from the hilarious sight in front of me.

after a while trying, i realized i wasn't going to be successful in detangling my hair. i headed for the bathroom, turning myself to the reflection in the mirror and bringing my body near the sink so i could see better.

still listening to the chatter outside, i noticed footsteps approaching. they sounded unconcerned, like someone was dragging their feet until they suddenly stopped behind the door.

i heard three sharp knocks and answered “come in”, bumping into chris leaning on the doorframe. he checked me out from head to toe, not saying a word. instead, he simply entered the restroom and chuckled, watching me struggle with my own earring.

“let me help” he said, pulling up the sleeves of his t-shirt and stepping closer, tucking part of my hair behind my ear and cupping my face with both hands. chris quickly sealed our lips on a playful kiss and started to work in undoing my tangled logs, soon popping my hoop back in. he allowed me turn and check in the mirror if he'd done it the proper way, and i nodded as i admired the sight of us both standing there, in that tiny bathroom. i was wearing a long sleeve, knit sweater dress, stripes accentuating my curves and outlining my hips. chris looked handsome as he always does. he had a yellow bandana tying his long hair back and a necklace enhancing his collarbones. i couldn't help but let out a sigh, receiving a giggle from him in response.

both of us noticed how the atmosphere quickly changed, becoming more tense as chris came closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my right shoulder, blue eyes piercing me through the mirror.

“you look so good” he whispered in my ear, dragging his hand on my dress while biting on whatever his lips could reach. he saw my nipples hardening, poking through the thick fabric and with a naughty grin, he squeezed my thighs, running his hand upwards until my sweater was above my hips, exposing my panties to him. 

chris' fingers brushed over my underwear, teasing my waistband. i held my breath as his digits went down, sneaking inside my black panties. watching chris touching me in front of the mirror was almost pornographic, my mouth hanging open while he kept on groping my skin. i slightly opened my legs, spreading my body weight better and giving him more access so he could drag his fingers through my already folds. chris' lips reached my neck and i threw my head back, letting him mark me as much as he wanted.

he wouldn't take his eyes off me. i could feel he had noticed how my breath got heavier, my chest rising as he decided to increase his pace, quickly rubbing my clit. “eyes on the mirror, ma” he muffled in my ear. ”take a look at yourself, how pretty you are”

“chris-” i moaned, struggling to continue looking.

“do something for me yeah?” he asked and i nodded vigorously - i'd do anything if that meant he'd continue touching me.

chris took his finger out of my underwear, making me groan in frustration. he held back a laugh, wrapping his arms around my waist and taking a few steps backwards, carrying me with him. his back was now resting against the wall and he brought one of his hands to the back of my thighs, giving two light taps, asking me to lift it up.

i had now one foot on the floor and the other hanging as he held my thigh up, soon motioning me so i could step on the countertop while he kept me balanced by holding me in his arms and supporting me with his legs. “let go, babe. i'm holding you” he said, noticing my stiff body, unable to relax in that position.

chris's digits ran across my bare skin and soon reached the spot where they had been before, making me gasp. “shh” he shushed me, “just wanna make you feel good, mamas. nobody's getting here babe, relax f'me”.

i took a deep breath and nodded, acknowledging that chris would never do anything i didn't enjoy. he pulled my panties aside, exposing open pussy to both of us in front of the mirror. chris teased my entrance, two digits pressing on my thigh hole as he pretented to thrust all at once, but only massaging the area before going back to my clit, his circular motions causing me to whimper.

one of my hands went behind chris, trying to get a grip of his hair, but my desperation made me end up tugging on his bandana. he groaned in a playful tone as the fabric came down his eyes, messing up his curls and blocking his vision. i finished pulling the bandana off, putting it between my teeth before returning my hand to chris's hair, pulling and begging him to keep going.

his palm left my waist went up to my breasts, groping my tit before he gently returned to my tight hole, slowly pushing his middle finger inside.

“look how well you're taking me, ma” he spoke, turning my attention to how his finger had completely vanished in me, filling me up entirely. as couldn't even moan because of the fabric in my mouth, let alone speak, i jointed my hips forward, indicating to chris that he could start moving. “so eager aren't you?” i nodded in agreement. i needed him to fuck me.

chris began to speed up his movements, the wet sounds of my pussy taking over the small bathroom we were squeezed into. in one of his thrusts, chris added another finger, stretching my walls in a sudden move. i rolled my eyes and opened my mouth, the yellow cloth i was holding with my teeth falling on the floor beneath me. with my lips now uncovered, my whimpers got louder as chris kept on fucking me. he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting my sensitive spot and making my legs tremble. noticing i wouldn't last long, chris tightened his grip on my thigh even more, leaving a mark that would definitely be purple the next day. 

chris shoved his fingers in relentlessly when his thumb met my clit, letting my hips buck forward unconsciously, the friction increasing my pleasure. the knot in my stomach was turning harder to ignore, chris's heavy breathing on my neck made me even hornier while his free hand played with my covered nipples. 

“chris- shit!” i whined “chris let... let me cum, fuck!”

“no one's stopping you mamas” he whispered, moving my hair to the side as my moans became louder and louder. “go ahead. don't be fucking loud, everyone is outside. you want them to know i can get you off this quick?”

i was thrown off the edge when chris pulled me closer and i felt his hardened cock being lazily dragged on my ass. i could feel his boner poking me through the cloth when my orgasm washed over me, my chest panting heavily as chris kept his grip on me, holding my body while i came back from my high.

he allowed me to rest, taking my thigh on his hand and gently letting my foot meet the floor again. chris turned me over, letting me snuggle in his chest as i watched him t bake both fingers to his mouth, licking the mess i'd made. “you're so fucking delicious” he said, pulling out of the hug and bending over to pick up his bandana. he quickly tied his long, brown locks into the yellow fabric and unlocked the door after giving me a kiss on the forehead.

“chris! where are you going?”

“outside...?” he said as if it was obvious when he saw my furrowed eyebrows “i'll tell them i was helping you fix your dress or something” he joked and i rolled my eyes, catching a sigh of my figure on the mirror. i looked ruined.

“you're staying over tonight, right?” chris asked and i nodded as i fixed my hair once again, pulling my dress down and covering the purple marks he had left on my legs. “great, you can pay me back later” he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and winked at me, leaving the bathroom and closing the door outside.

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TIMELESS : ̗̀➛양정원

XO tatted all over her body...

✧jungwon x f!reader

genre/warnings: 3.3k words, 17+, no minors 🔞, friends w benefits to lovers, hair pulling, slapping, smoking🍃, constricted breathing, biting, scratching, crying, annoying roommates, kinda filthy but um yeah, overstimulation, NOT proofread :(

a/n: umm the fact that this is my first work.. idk what happened tbh LMAOO i was listening to the song and jungwon came to mind so slay ?? i hope you guys like it but also PLEEASEE give me feedback because it’s my first time publishing anything but um yeah i’ll write more for enha because i literally love them and yeah (anton mentioned - RIIZE IS SEVEN 🧡🤗)

kisses, from laurie 😽

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As soon as the words - ‘come over.. i haven’t seen you in a while. i miss you.’ came through your phone you already knew what was going to go down.

The two of you had met a good few years prior after being introduced by a mutual friend - Sunghoon - and toed over the line of friendship during a smoke session. Ever since then you decided to keep the friendship but have constantly messed around.

Jungwon was in a band and on tour constantly so when he did eventually call you didn’t waste time getting to him.

Now you were in his room breathing as one with the fog that clouded the room and also your judgment while his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 playlist played in the background.

Jungwon tapped on the XO tattoo that sat on your neck, signalling for you to open your mouth.

He blew the smoke from his mouth into yours and waited for you to hold it then exhale.

kiss me. kiss me. kiss me.

Were the words that ran through your mind on an endless track as you stared up at him with wide eyes and a small grin.

“Already?” he pouted. “You usually last longer than this.”

Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck allowing your fingers to weave their way into the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah well, given the circumstances…” you started.

It wasn’t common for you both to be alone together because his roommates were either always around or he wasn’t even there himself.

Jungwon had stated on the phone that Anton was out with some friends or whatever while Taesan wanted to see his girlfriend.

“I want you.” you finished.

“Did you ever do this to Jake?” he taunted.

Right. The ex situationship whose heart you broke which ended with awkward tension in the friend group because you didn’t wait long before running to Jungwon. It was known by all your friends that you and Jake were absolute freaks in bed.

And although the smoke had infiltrated your thoughts, you still knew that you were going to have Jungwon one way or another tonight.

“No. Only you. I just want you.”

He lifted his body off yours and sat back against the headboard of his bed.

“Yeah?” he smirked as he let out another cloud of smoke. “You want me?”

You nodded as you bit into the plush skin of your cheek.

“Show me how bad you want me.” he mockingly nodded back as he spread his legs invitingly.

You wasted no time in crawling over and planting yourself in between his legs.

Jungwon placed an arm behind his head as you unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled down his jeans and boxers.

He make a snarky comment about you taking your time.

“I’ve got time.” you joked.

You inhaled before slowly blowing cold air onto the head of his cock.

“Ugh.. fuck.” he groaned. “Suck on it baby.”

You wrapped your lips around the tip as you jerked the rest of him off to get him fully hard.

He took another drag as you lifted your head off him and began to tease him by licking a stripe along the protruding vein on his fat cock.

“Stop teasing me, ___.”

You laughed in response, “Be patient-”

The full sentence never left your mouth as your head whipped to the side. The stinging pain in the shape of a handprint coursed through your body all the way down to a throbbing sensation between your legs.

“Fuck..” Came out from your lips as a whine.

Jungwon wrapped his free hand through your hair and forced you onto his length.

“Open your throat, baby.” he asked. “I know you can take it.”

He bucked his hips relentlessly as he chased his own high without any regard for your breathing.

Tears formed in your eyes as you attempted to match his unruly pace without choking.

Being vocal about his pleasure wasn’t unusual when he was with you, but every time it turned you on even more.

“You’re taking me so well baby.”

You gagged over and over again as spit leaked out of your mouth and dripped all over his thighs.

He peeked open an eye to see you struggling to breathe and immediately pulled you off by your hair.

You coughed hysterically before attempting to suck him off again. He pushed you away once more.

“Sorry.. I got a bit carried away.” he inspected your face to see if anything was wrong.

You rested your face onto the palm on your cheek, “It’s fine, I like it.”

He chuckled, “Of course you do.”

You placed your mouth onto his length once more and jerked off whatever your mouth couldn’t reach, using your other hand to play with his balls.

Instead of resting in your hair like before, Jungwon snaked his hand around your throat, lightly testing the waters as he pushed on your pressure points.

The vibrations of you moaning sent chills all over his body.

“You like that?” he bit onto his bottom lip while pressing harder.

You hummed in response.

“You slut, I’m not surprised.” he degraded. “A freak like yourself would probably get off on me tying you up and making you watch me or some shit like that.”

Your thighs rubbed together as you moaned, feeling yourself get closer to your high without even being touched by him.

His words alone had you right where he wanted you.

“Fuck, babe i’m close.” he moaned. “I know you are, cum with me.”

Your eyes rolled back as he shot his load into the back of your throat causing you to come right after him as you struggled to swallow all he was giving you.

But you wanted to show him how good you could be.

So good that he wouldn’t need to keep fucking around with other people.

Jungwon felt himself get hard again as he watched you stick out your tongue to show that you’d swallowed everything.

“You’re so hot.” he whimpered before putting out the cig.

“Thanks, I know.” you smirked.

It wasn’t a secret that you’d been good looking your whole life. You even managed to pull the whole friend group at once, having all the boys wrapped around your finger.

But with Jungwon it was different, from the moment that he first laid eyes on you, he knew that he had to have you. He had to have you under his control.

Wasting no time, he pushed you onto your back then ripped his shirt off.

“You actually came?” he laughed menacingly. “I didn’t even touch you.”

Your hands covered your face in very little to no embarrassment as you nodded.

He pulled them away before opening your jaw and spitting into your mouth.

Giving you no time to swallow, he attacked your lips and began to messily lick, bite and tug them till they were swollen.

The two of you didn’t usually kiss, not wanting to cross the line. Like you hadn’t already done so longgg ago…

When he pulled away the two of you were connected by a single string of spit.

“Don’t cover your face pretty, look at me.”

As he stared into your own blown eyes he knew that he wouldn’t stop until he had you begging him to.

One second your mini skirt hugged your hips and the next it was ripped and tossed onto the floor.

“Jungwon!” you pouted. “That one’s my favourite.”

He ripped open your shirt and unclasped your bra before biefly sucking on each tit.

“I’ll just buy you another one.” he huffed as he shuffled down the bed to be face to face with your pussy.

He pulled down your panties awfully slowly before pushing your legs up to your chest and telling you to hold them.

Watching your hole gape and grasp around nothing led him to blow cold air onto your clit, trying to get a reaction out of you.

Your hips bucked up and you whined.

“Wonie, please.” you begged.

He laughed at you again.

“You see how you don’t like it when it’s your turn, huh?”

You huffed. “I’m sorry.”

You really weren’t. And you’d do it again just to see him react in the same way.

He licked at your slick with a long groan before replacing the hold on your thighs with his own hands and diving in.

Obscene noises came from your lower body as he fingered you open with two fingers and practically made out with your clit before switching to rub figure eights and curl his tongue against your sweet spot.

Your fingers wove their way into his hair as the moans leaving your mouth grew in volume.

Clit still sensitive from the first orgasm led you to tug at the locks on his scalp and pull him away.

He got the message for like two seconds before wrapping his lips onto it again.

“I know you can take it baby, come on.” he goaded while sticking a third finger into your heat. “Be good for me.”

“I can take it.” you moaned at the sight before you.

The lower half of his face was covered in your essence while his heavy lidded eyes intoxicatingly stared into your soul.

If you could etch this version of him into your brain to watch over and over, you would.

You threw your head back against the sheets as he plunged his thick fingers into you again, repeatedly hitting the spot that you needed him at.

“I’m so close… so close!” you cried. “Nngh.. Jungwon please!”

Your hips thrashed as you felt the coil teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

Then he pulled away.

“Ugh!” you complained. “WHY would you do that?!”

“Fuck.” he moaned, ignoring you while he sucked on his fingers and closed his eyes due to the intense pleasure. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Jungwon?” you glared. “Hellooo, earth to Jungwon.”

He got up onto his knees and lined himself up against you.

“Figured you’d want to come on my dick instead.” he shrugged.

You couldn’t even roll your eyes in annoyance because he knew you so well.

He slowly eased himself in as you reached behind his shoulders to pull him into you.

“Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight.” he moaned out. “Can you take it?”

Your legs pushed at his lower back to indicate that you wanted allll of him.

The stretch was the best part. It had you feeling like every atom in your body had split and reverted as you felt a fullness inside you that only he could reach.

“You’re so big.” you babbled. “So big..”

“Already drunk on my cock… fuck baby.”

You nodded as you begged him to move, “Please, I can take it.”

He wasted no time in thrusting into you at a rapid pace, not even giving you a second to adjust.

“Fuckkk. Wonie, faster.”

Jungwon pounded into your heat as he moaned into your ear.

“Taking me so well.” he whimpered. “Like this pussy was made for me. Made for my cock.”

“Only you.” you moaned pathetically while your nails scratched down his back feeling overwhelmed from the sensation of his nipples rubbing against yours.

His dick was so good that you wanted to tell him you loved him then and there.

Already close from the orgasm that was ripped away from you, he rubbed your clit as your thighs began to shake.

“Hold on baby, let’s cum together.”

He lifted the upper half off his body and laced your fingers together.

“I’m so close.. fuck!” you sobbed. “Daddy, please let me cum.”

His hips faltered as you felt his tip twitch inside you.

“Daddy, huh?” he grinned. “Fuck, baby. Daddy’s gonna have you crying over this cock.”

He seemed to go at a pace that was impossibly faster than before not giving you time to process your words as he had you cumming all over him.

The feeling of your walls squeezing him and milking him for an orgasm sent him over the edge.

You both whimpered and moaned as the air began to feel heavy.

You whined at the feeling of his still hard dick pulling out, watching as Jungwon fixated on the cum leaking out of you.

“Fuck. You can give me another one right?” He pleaded. “Give Daddy another one, baby.”

You shook your head.

“‘s too much.”

You couldn’t even think straight as you stared into space.

“I know, I know.” he pouted. “One more for me, then we’ll stop.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.” he whispered back as he flipped you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up and pushed your head down into the mattress as your spine automatically arched to the position that you knew he loved.

“Fuck.” he cried as he pushed back into you.

Once again he wasted no time in fucking into you at a rapid pace, crying out as you clenched around him.

“Faster! Please daddy.” your cried into the sheets as he slapped your ass.

You were wayyy past the point of being cock drunk but the same was for him. His brain fogged up as the only thoughts coming through were that he wanted no. needed to have you writhing under him again.

He circled your clit and lifted up your leg to hit the deepest spot possible.

The mix of your past releases ran down the back of your thighs and stuck to the front of his.

Your tears soaked the duvet while your mouth hung open, drool seeping down.

Jungwon felt himself get close again but with the way you were twitching under his hold he could feel that something was different.

“Can I cum? Please daddy.” you sobbed.

“Yeah, baby. You’ve done so well for me.” he praised.

A weird but familiar sensation built up inside you leaving you to attempt to pull off Jungwon.

He pulled you right back and continued abusing your hole.

“No, no, no!” you cried as you squirted so hard that his cock slipped out and your body slumped down feeling spent.

Jungwon came all over your lower back at the sight. He could confidently say that was the longest orgasm he’d had in a very long time.

A loud ringing subsided in your ear as you felt the loss of his body heat.

Too tired to say anything, you patiently waited for him to come back.

He scooped you up princess style and took you the bath that he’d started.

You hummed contentedly as he scrubbed all over your body.

“Can we just sit here for a while?” you asked, voice hoarse from all the shouting.

He nodded as he snuggled up to your back.

The two of you stayed there for however long until Jungwon got out so he could quickly change his sheets before coming back to fully dry you off and help you apply lotion.

You followed him to his room again with shaky legs, allowing him to dress you in one of his shirts and boxers.

“Let me get you some water.” he said, caressing your cheek.

You followed after him into the kitchen despite his warnings to stay put.

Your legs gave way after like 6 steps.

“Fuck daddy! You’re so big!” came a voice from the couch.

Anton cackled at you as Taesan mocked the obscene dialogue that went on between you and Jungwon.

“Nice to know he fucks you well.” the former taunted.

“Fuck off.” you rolled your eyes as you struggled to stand up.

“Why don’t you get up first?” Taesan chuckled.

“Ugh, I thought you two weren’t even in tonight?” you grumbled.

They looked confused. “Now who said- ”

“Okayyy! Let’s go.” Jungwon conveniently interrupted.

He placed the water on the counter so he could pick you up then grabbed the glass again as he walked to his room.

You flipped off his roommates who made kissing faces at you.

"What the fuck happened to your back?" Anton commented on the red scratches running down his back.

"Heard he likes his girls the way he likes his cats." Was the last thing you heard before Jungwon slammed the door shut with his foot.

With you placed on the bed, he began to flutter around the room arranging random things.

The only thing you found interesting were the french tip nails - that he paid for! - as you thought about everything that had just happened.

First he lied to you about his roommates being there considering he knew that you always held back whenever they were in the apartment, secondly he kissed you - you never kissed each other but he did it so casually and third, the urge to tell him that you loved him.

You knew that what you felt for Jungwon was different to what you were supposed to but but how could you not? Your relationship was anything but casual.

Half of his closet stored your clothes and your shower routine products were literally in his bathroom cabinet. He always acted possessively over you whenever you’d meet with his other friends and didn’t even correct people when they said you looked like a cute couple.

But then he’d go and fuck the other people on his roster and you’d be reminded that you weren’t the only one when he’d post a soft launch on instagram.

“Wonie.” you called out.

He hummed in response while folding some clothes into his suitcase.

“Can we talk?” you asked timidly.

He stopped what he was doing and sat next to you.

“What do you mean, __?” he asked back as he held your face.

Wow, not even a nickname.

“I mean that… I just…”

Jungwon assured you that you could speak to him about whatever you were thinking about.

Fuck him for being so understanding.

You couldn’t even stop the words from coming out of your mouth,

“I think I love you.” you blurted out before covering your mouth in shock. “… I’m gonna go-”

He pulled you back in by your waist and kissed you delicately as if you were fragile and he needed to protect you from harm.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.

“You finally caught on.” he smiled.

“Finally?” you frowned. “What do you mean finally?”

“I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you.” he grinned. “Had to wait for stupid Jake to get out of the way.”

“Let’s not talk about Jake right now.” you laughed.

“I’m being serious.”

“What about the other people that you keep seeing?”

Jungwon rolled onto his back in a fit of laughter.

“At one point or another, I called them your name.” he smiled.

You gasped.

“No you didn’t!”

He nodded.

“With all of them?!”

“Come on, you’re making me seem like a man whore. It was only 5 people.” he groaned. “Not my best choice but yeah I called them all off agess ago.”

The laughing died down as you lay next to him.

“__ __, I know i’ve been a bit of a prick- ”

“Major prick.” you giggled.

“Right, major prick.” he smiled. “But I was wondering.. If you wanted to be my girlfriend?”

You nodded with an uncontrollable smile.

“I’d love to.”

He pounced onto you as he squeezed the life out of you stating that he was the happiest man alive.

A selfie of the two of you was posted to his story with the caption ‘My gf😍, back off bitches 😒’ and he tossed his phone to the side as it began to blow up with ‘congratulations’ and ‘finally’.

The two of you cuddled under the sheets as he played your favourite movie (he claimed it was his fav too 🙄)

Exhaustion overwhelmed your senses as you let sleep carry you.

Jungwon studied your features as he always did before snuggling up to you.

“I love you too.” he whispered.

THE END.

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Hello, can you please write a story about Alex and Charles dating a pop star and the three of them being supportive of each other, thank you ❤️

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Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Based of the request👆🏻

Genre: SMAU

Fc: Madison Beer

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Yn.Updates The known Popstar singer Y/N L/N was said to go on tour this upcoming month— sources said it is yet to be confirmed!!💞

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Miss.Yn Looking forward to seeing you LA!!🫶🏻💕 Btw thanks for all the support guys and stream my album SILENCE BETWEEN SONG!!💋🥰

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Username15 THE WAY THEY LOOK AT HER IS SO SURREAL

Username16 They’re so whipped for her

Username17 Wish i were there to see😭😭

Username18 Crying at how they look at her

Miss.Yn I am so inlove with them💋💋💋

Username19 They’re so lucky to have you!!

Miss.Yn Noo i am the lucky one🫣🤭

Landonorris ew you big simp

Miss.Yn Leave🫵🏻👉🏻���

Username20 Lando commenting is so random😭

Username21 looking for someone who looks at me the same way they do at y/n

Username22 Finding me a Alex and Charles for sure

Username23 GIRL SAME😉

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Alexandrasaintmleux The way she looks at me got me twirling my hair and kicking my feet in the air😮‍💨😮‍💨

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Username24 ALEX??

Username25 “there’s a another side that you don’t know”— the weeknd

Miss.Yn BABYYY😭😭

Alexandrasaintmleux WHAAT🤭

Username26 u know what u did😏

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Miss.Yn YOU GUYS SAID U WERE BUSY😤

Username27 I love y/n core🤗

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Alexandrasaintmleux OUR girlfriend🥰🥰

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Miss.Yn Not u too🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

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Miss.Yn I can’t with you and alex🙄

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Alexandrasaintmleux it's so hard not to love u😖

Carlossainz55 he’s smiling like an idiot rn

Maxverstappen I can vouch for that

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Username28 Y/n must be tired of their bs

Miss.Yn so tired😄

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Charles_Leclerc You guys are the sweetest!!

Miss.Yn Goodluck baby!!

Alexandrasaintmleux we’re so proud of you alr mon amour

Username29 FINALLY SOME YN AND ALEX PICS

Username30 the nature of their relationship is just so envious

Username31 I want them so bad😫

Username32 i want to have what they have

Username33 don’t we all?

Username32 so true☹️☹️

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“Earned it” by The Weeknd for Levi Ackerman- Smut + Fluff

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Earned It

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~7.0k

cw: yakuza au, modern setting au, adult themes, gang-related violence, mentions of blood, explicit language, fluff, smut – fingering, cunnilingus, PIV sex (doggy style), cream pie, unprotected sex

Summary: Levi is the current leader of a Yakuza organization called the Ackerman Clan. Fearless, ruthless, cold-blooded. Your deadbeat father owes a debt to his Uncle Kenny after borrowing a sum of money to gamble on horse races many years ago, a debt that hasn’t been forgotten. He has since abandoned you and one day, the Ackerman Clan tracks you down, claiming that you are now the owner of this debt. Without the means to pay for it out of pocket, Levi employs you to be his personal housekeeper until you’ve earned the money to pay it off. 

Author’s Note: Wow okay my first Levi fic EVER and I totally got carried away! I had so much fun writing this one, so I hope the rest of you enjoy it! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This gave me the perfect excuse to finally write for Levi. MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune. Thank you for reading! Tagging @crazychaoticizzy!

It's an average Wednesday when you receive a call from your mother in the middle of your workday. She usually doesn’t call unless it’s important, so you answer, already nervous for what she’s about to tell you. “Mom? Are you okay?”

Her tone is somber. “Honey, please come home. Now.” You can hear other people speaking in the background, alarm bells immediately ringing in your head. It’s been you and your mother alone for the past decade now, abandoned by your father before your high school graduation. You have no idea who would be in your home at this time. Freaking out, you ask, “What’s going on? What’s happening?!”

Before she can respond, there’s shuffling, then a man you don’t recognize on the other line. “You should listen to your mother.” His voice is cold, terse, sinister. It sends a chill down your spine.

Immediately, you excuse yourself from work, briefly describing a family emergency to your boss. You hop on the closest train, jittering in your seat, sweating bullets, stomach tight with anxiety. All you need to know is that your mom is safe. As soon as you’re out of the station, you remove the heels off your feet to run home. When you arrive, you notice a black car with tinted windows parked in the driveway and the front door already swung open. Winded and out of breath, you double over with the impulse to vomit, already expecting the worse. You swallow down the urge, collecting yourself, and walk inside.

You’re met by three strangers: two men and a woman. She looks young, gaze cold on yours, studying you carefully. The taller of the men is significantly older, hunched over, lanky, with a cigarette between his crooked smile. The other is short, but his domineering presence seems to overwhelm the rest of them. The cold gaze, the stagnant frown, the tightness in his brows. There’s an aura to him that shows he’s not one to be messed with. Before you can even confirm, you know that this man is the one who spoke to you earlier on the phone. Their leader. 

Your mom is seated on the couch, cowering in fear when she calls out to you. “Honey!”

You step towards them, wanting to approach her, but you’re stopped by the woman, staring daggers at you, her hand concealed inside her jacket, ready to attack if necessary. It’s a warning: Don’t come any closer or else. “Mikasa, relax. She ain’t even armed,” the older man says. He points to her, winking at you. “Sorry about my niece; she’s got some anger issues. Runs in the family, actually.”

Without removing her gaze from you, she mutters, “Shut up, Kenny.”

He laughs, puffs of smoke escaping his mouth. He removes the cigarette, tapping the ashes onto the hardwood floor of your living room before stepping closer towards you. “I should be the one upset here.” His eyes scan your figure up and down, smirking. “Right, Levi?”

You shiver from his wicked expression, glancing at your mother who stares wide-eyed at you in a panic. “What’s the meaning of this?” you ask shakily. 

The shorter man, apparently named Levi, comes forward, glaring at you. “You owe the Ackerman Clan money. Two million yen with all the interest that’s been accruing for the past ten years.” 

“We never borrowed money from you!” you argue. 

“You didn’t. But your father did,” Kenny interjects. “The dumbass didn’t know how to gamble on the right horse. Lost each race and came crawling back to me for more and more money. I gave him two years to pay me back without interest, but I suppose he ran off on you and your poor mother before he could pay it. Now, it’s way past due. I need my money back.”

That no-good, deadbeat father of yours. Of course he’s the one behind this. He’s always had a gambling addiction, ever since you were little. Borrowed money left and right from distant relatives, friends, coworkers, and apparently strangers. You thought he’d at least have the decency to pay them off on the occasions he actually scored big, but who are you kidding? All he spent his winnings on was more booze to drown out the fact that he never cared or provided for his family. You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. “You should be asking him for the money, not us.”

Levi’s eyes narrow. “You don’t think we already tried looking for him? We can’t find him. He’s gone. Someone else has to be responsible for it now. And that means his wife and his kid. You.”

“We don’t have that kind of money just laying around,” you say, hoping that somehow, this Yakuza gang is nice enough to forgive the debt.

Kenny barks a laugh. “Well, you’re shit out of luck then, huh? Just like your lousy father.”

You wince at his harsh words, simultaneously agreeing with him. Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “If you can’t pay off this debt within the next three months, we’ll be forced to take more severe action.”

“What do you mean?” you stutter. A variety of cruel punishments flash through your head, causing your knees to wobble in fear, though you manage to stay upright. 

“You don’t want to find out,” he threatens with a dark look.

You swallow loudly, unable to hide your dread any longer. Crying, you fall to your knees in a begging position, peering up at Levi with weepy eyes. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt my mom. Leave her out of this.”

Your mother sobs into her hands, your name muffled against her palms. Even through your blurred vision, you notice Levi’s expression waver just the slightest. 

“Maybe she can work for you,” Mikasa suggests. Her tone has changed to one of sympathy, unexpectedly considering her intimidating demeanor moments ago. 

Levi scoffs. “And what would she do for me? I doubt she can fight.”

There’s a pause as you watch them contemplate your fate. Kenny is the first one to offer an answer. “Housekeeper. She can be your housekeeper!”

Levi grimaces at the suggestion. “Excuse me?”

Kenny walks towards him, ruffling his nephew’s hair, much to his dismay. Levi swats him away, scowling as his uncle explains, “You spend so much goddamn time cleaning your own house, it’s about time you hire someone to do it for you. You’re the leader of the Ackerman Clan now. Time is money. You can’t be wasting it dusting when you can just make someone else do it for you.” He squats, legs spread wide, meeting you face-to-face. “Can you clean?”

You wipe away the tears streaming down your face, nodding.

“Can you cook?”

You nod again, more confidently this time. 

He slaps his knee. “Well, there you go! Looks like we found the solution. You’re hired. Levi will pay you at the end of each day. Your wages after three months should be enough to cover the debt you owe me. If you work overtime, you’ll earn extra cash. Sound good?” He sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake on it. 

Three months of housekeeping and cooking for the leader of a Yakuza gang, who already looks like he despises you? It’s either that or whatever punishment he originally has in mind, which sounds much more painful and ominous. 

Before you agree, you ask, “What about my regular job?”

He strokes his chin, thinking. “Damn, forgot about that. Well, Little Levi here can compensate you for that as well. You’ll have to quit it in the meantime, but this gig is much better, don’t cha think?”

Levi raises his voice, angry now. “Don’t I get a say in this?! Who said I have the money to pay her?!”

Kenny waves him off, smirking. “You don’t drink, you don’t gamble, and you don’t fuck. So what else are you doing with all that money?”

At this, Levi gapes at his uncle, blushing. “I’m the fucking captain here, aren’t I? I won’t allow this.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, standing up to stretch his back. “Fine. Got a better idea? We don’t have all fucking day to argue about this, you know.”

After a few more disgruntled huffs from Levi without any other real suggestions, you are officially hired as Levi Ackerman’s housekeeper. 

~~~

Levi doesn’t need a fucking housekeeper. He’s the cleanest goddamn person in this entire godforsaken planet. Sure, he spends at least two hours at the start of his morning doing household chores to ensure that everything in his home is spick and span. But what’s so wrong about that? It’s the only solace he finds in this cruel world. The only aspect of his life that he can control. 

So, when his new hire arrives to his house seven o’clock sharp the very next day, Levi’s already in a bad mood. And when she smiles brightly at him, greeting him, “Good morning!” in an all-too-cheery voice that drips with enthusiasm and spirit despite the shitty situation she’s in, he can’t help but become even more irritated. She can’t possibly be excited about this. It’s all a façade, an act. Fake. He’s seen it before, from so-called friends, family members, strangers on the street. People only connect with him if there’s something to gain from it. And in this case, the money to pay her father’s debt is her end-goal, and nothing else. He reminds himself that she’s not here for him. No one ever is.

He doesn’t respond to her, turning on his heel to lead her inside. Without saying so, she removes her shoes, tucking them into an empty slot on the shoe rack, following him. Unfortunately, Kenny’s been here since half an hour ago, taking his usual breakfast: a cup of black coffee and a frozen waffle, toasted until lukewarm. And of course, there’s already crumbs on the table, but Levi ignores it, knowing that she’s responsible for this mess now, not him. 

“Morning,” Kenny drawls, raising his mug to her. She waves, still nervous around them, naturally, but her smile stays on. 

Levi hands her a sheet of paper, typed out with proper instructions. “Everything you need to know is on here. Unless you’re illiterate and can’t read, I won’t need to explain anything to you, right?”

She scans the document quickly, shaking her head at the end. “Seems simple enough.” 

“My nephew here likes things spotless,” Kenny adds, spit flying out of his mouth as he chews the rest of his breakfast. “Total clean freak and perfectionist. He’ll be on your ass about a simple speck of dust.”

“It’s not clean if there’s still dust,” he emphasizes. 

Her attention goes to the fridge. “What about meals? What do you like to eat?”

“I’m not picky. I usually don’t eat breakfast and lunch is brought to me at the office. So dinner is the only meal you have to cook. Like I said, I’m not picky. But it better not be instant ramen or something. I’m not paying you to feed me that processed shit.” Truthfully, he already eats that junk for lunch, often opting for fast food because it’s quick and easy while he’s out on a job. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. He shoots a glare at his uncle when he notices him snickering to himself, clearly aware of his less-than-ideal diet. 

After a brief tour of the house, not including his bedroom, which will remain off limits, him and Kenny leave to start the day. Levi is reluctant at first, unsure if she can live up to his high standards of tidiness, but even he can admit that it’s more productive when he arrives to their headquarters on time. 

The day goes by smoothly; the extra two hours that Levi gains by entrusting another person to his usual morning ritual proves to be beneficial for both him and his gang. They are able to add an extra stop to their daily rounds, collecting owed money from sleezy businesses and seedy underground organizations. They only resort to violence once, with Levi squeezing a man’s head between his shoe and the pavement until he coughs up the dough. In his eyes, today was a good day. 

Kenny drops him off back home around eight when it’s already dark out. The lights are on, glowing through the shaded windows. He digs into his pocket for the keys, retrieving them to unlock the door, his nostrils immediately hit with a sensational aroma wafting from the kitchen. Sliding out of his shoes, he steps further inside, following the scent. 

She’s leaning over the stove, steam puffing from whatever pan she’s cooking in. He drops his keys on the counter, clearing his throat to make his presence known. 

“Hello, Mr. Ackerman,” she says, turning to face him. “Perfect timing. Dinner is just about ready. I’ll serve it to you now.”

He slides a chair out from the dining table, taking a seat, watching as she moves around the kitchen. She scoops white rice into a bowl, then the food onto a plate, setting it front of him. It looks delicious; glazed meat scattered with a variety of fresh vegetables. “It’s chicken stir fry,” she explains. “It isn’t gourmet or anything, but it’s hearty and filling. I hope you like it.”

He remains silent, holding a piece of broccoli at the end of his chopstick, blowing on it before putting it in his mouth. The sauce is savory, pairing well with the typically bland vegetable. He digs into the chicken, enjoying how juicy and flavorful it is. It’s nothing he hasn’t had before, but still; it’s tasty. 

She stands beside him, watching him eat with a small grin on her face. “What would you like to drink?”

He swallows, replying, “I like tea. Hot tea. Decaf.”

“On it,” she says, heading back into the kitchen, filling a kettle with water to heat on the stove. Within ten minutes, she returns with a cup in one hand, the kettle in the other, pouring him freshly brewed tea. 

It’s quiet, Levi eating peacefully while she continues to observe him. He’s not quite sure what to say; do they make small talk? Does he compliment her cooking? How do people engage with others during a time like this?

Her stomach growls loudly, which he immediately notices. He raises a brow at her, pointing his chopsticks towards the kitchen. “You should eat too. If you’re hungry.”

“Is that alright?” 

He nods, looking down at his plate. “It’s better than watching me eat while you’re starving, right?”

She laughs, going back into the kitchen once again. “Yes, of course.” She comes back, sitting across from him to start eating. Not knowing what else to discuss over dinner, Levi asks her about the chores she should have accomplished today, to which she reports back in detail. It sounds as if she went through eat item on the list, though the true test will be when he inspects it himself. Their conversation flows well; he usually hates conversing with people when it isn’t necessary. He can’t remember the last time he shared a homecooked meal with someone else. He’s always at home after work, alone. Mikasa is too busy with her own family, and Levi can hardly stand his uncle’s presence to begin with, so he always preferred being alone. 

This, however, this he doesn’t mind. Surprisingly. 

Before he gets too comfortable with the idea, he reminds himself once more that this is simply the deal they agreed to. There’s no room for sentimentality. She’s here because she was forced into this role, not because she wants to be here. This is business. This is temporary.

And with that in mind, Levi strengthens the integrity of the walls he barricades around him, determined not to let anyone but himself in.

~~~

Your first month of employment go by as smoothly as you hope it would be, given your circumstances. Every day, you arrive at Levi’s house seven in the morning on the dot, greeting him with a smile. You figured it wouldn’t do you any good to show your fear of the Yakuza in front of the leader himself. And, in all honestly, you weren’t actually that scared of him. While he’s cold and blunt most of the time, he hasn’t done anything to frighten you yet, aside from your initial meeting. It helps that you only see him for a few minutes in the morning when he lets you in, and at most an hour at the end of the day, when you share dinner together. Before you leave, he hands you an envelope with your day’s wages, and that’s that. Based on the lack of criticism, you assume that you’re doing a good enough job.

On the second month, you begin to make lunches for him in addition to your usual routine. Uncle Kenny had mentioned several times in secret that Levi eats fast food because of the convenience. Sometimes, he skips a meal all together when they’re especially busy. 

When you arrive to his home, you greet him with your usual smile, while he gives you a curt nod, avoiding your gaze. He shouts behind him, “Kenny, let’s go!”

Before he walks out the door, you stop him, saying, “Oh, Mr. Ackerman! Before you leave, I prepared lunch for you.”

He whips around to face you, eyes narrowed as if you just insulted him. “What?”

Nervous now, you stammer, “I made you lunch. I heard that sometimes you skip meals, so I thought – ”

He steps towards you, glaring, not letting you finish. “This isn’t part of the list. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.” He turns on his heel, leaving you stunned as he heads for the car, slamming the door shut. 

You scurry into the kitchen, face hot, reeling over his unpleasant reaction to your simple gesture. Kenny leans back in his chair, feet up on the table, chugging the rest of his coffee. “Morning.”

“Hi Kenny.” You wash your hands at the sink, processing what just happened, growing increasingly upset. 

Kenny gets up, sliding his used mug beside you. “Thanks, darling.” Not wanting to waste your efforts, you call out to him, opening the fridge to retrieve the bento you prepared, handing it to him. 

“What’s this?” he asks, smirking.

“I made it for Mr. Ackerman, but he doesn’t want it. I don’t want it to go to waste,” you explain.

He smiles, genuinely grateful, the expression you were mistakenly expecting from Levi. “Thank you. Take care.” 

When he’s gone, you take a minute in the kitchen to relax, reminding yourself to stick to the list and not do anything extra just because you think he’d appreciate it. You’ve leaned your lesson based on today: Mr. Ackerman doesn’t appreciate anything or anyone. And you won’t be an exception.

~~~

Levi sulks silently in the car with his arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window while Kenny drives them to HQ. He’s replaying the interaction from earlier, recalling the hurt look in her eyes as he spat those harsh words to her. He’s an idiot. All he could have said was no thank you. He shouldn’t have berated her for doing something nice for him. At the same time, he didn’t want to appear vulnerable, like he needed her to do it for him. He doesn’t need her pity. He doesn’t need anyone to take care of him.

He catches Kenny shooting glances at him, but doesn’t say anything, knowing better than to rile his nephew up when he’s in one of these moods. They make it to headquarters as normal, and Levi goes about the day, almost forgetting about the incident. Almost.  

Around noon, Kenny drives Levi and two of his henchmen across town to collect money from a client who’s been skipping out on payments recently. Levi doesn’t expect to resort to violence, so he stays inside the car while the two muscles go out and fulfill their orders. Kenny reclines, reaching his long arm towards the backseat, retrieving a small bento box. “Grub time.”

Levi scowls. “What are you doing?”

“Eating lunch, what do you think?” He uncovers it, licking his lips as his picks up a tamago sando from inside. It looks delicious, from the soft bread to the golden yellow filling. Levi’s stomach growls as he stares at his uncle bite into it. “Damn, that’s good!”

“Where did you get that?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

He shrugs, engulfing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. “Your housekeeper. Said you didn’t want it, so she gave it to me instead. Shit, that’s good!”

Levi huffs through his teeth, annoyed, but also very hungry. He snatches it from his uncle’s lap, inspecting it himself. Kenny doesn’t protest, only chuckles, licking his fingers. It’s truly an enticing sight, much better than the typical burger and fries he’s used to. He picks it up delicately, relishing how pillowy the bread is between his fingers. It’s devoured quickly, and Levi regrets watching his uncle eat part it, hoping he had it all for himself. In the bottom layer of the bento box are baby carrots and sliced cucumbers, which Levi munches on until his crew comes back, knuckles a bit bloodied and a stack of cash in their hands. 

At night, Levi enters the door, a pang of guilt in his chest. He doesn’t plan to mention it; he’d rather forget and move on, pretend it never even happened. Tonight’s dinner is yakisoba, a meal she has since perfected since starting a month ago. She serves it to him, pouring hot tea into his mug, then takes her usual spot, her expression neutral. She reports on each task she completed today, starting with the kitchen, where she cleans up whatever disgusting mess Kenny leaves at the table. She scrubs the counters until they’re sparkling, mops the floors, reorganizes the refrigerator, unloads the dishwasher from the night before. Next is the living room, where she vacuums the carpets, dusts all the drawers, wipes each and every appliance with a specialized solution to prevent streaks. Then It’s laundry, and she never mentions the splatters of blood that are sometimes on his dress shirts depending on what kind of day it is. She uses the exact method he uses to wash them until they look good as new, as if he isn’t part of the gang life. 

She finishes her list, looking at Levi, waiting for his nod of approval, which he gives. She’s done a decent job so far; in fact, his home looks just as tidy as it did when he spent two hours each morning doing it himself. He stares down at his plate, eating the rest of his noodles in silence.

“Mr. Ackerman?”

His jaw clenches at the sound of his name, anticipating whatever she’s about to say. Without looking up, he mutters, “What?”

She clears his throat nervously. “Earlier today, about lunch. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries. I hope you can forgive me.”

He senses her gaze on him, but he’s too embarrassed to meet it, slurping the rest of his food without responding. She doesn’t say anything else, leaving it at that. When he’s done, she gathers the dirty dishes and loads them into the dishwasher, starting the cycle. Levi goes into his room, stuffing her payment for today in an envelope, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Just say it. Don’t be an asshole. She doesn’t deserve it.

She waits for him at the doorway, coat and shoes on, ready to leave. He hands her the money, keeping his grip on it when she accepts it. “You don’t have to apologize. I ate it, and it was delicious. So…thank you.” He looks at her this time, wanting to convey to her that he truly means it. 

Her eyes widen, clearly surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. He’s surprised himself; he just couldn’t let her leave thinking she didn’t anything wrong. “I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the way I reacted. I’m not used to people doing things like that for me.” He knows she doesn’t need an explanation from him, but he tells her anyways. 

She smiles. “It’s okay. I’m happy to do it. I prepared another one for tomorrow.”

Nodding, he lets go, watching her slide the envelope into her bag. “Goodnight, Mr. Ackerman.”

He opens the door for her. “Levi. You can call me Levi. It makes me feel old when you call me that. We’re around the same age, right?”

She giggles, making his chest swell. “Right. Well then, goodnight Levi.”

He waits until she disappears into the distance, heading to the nearby train station. With the door shut, he leans against it, sighing heavily, his heart beating rapidly.

This is bad. 

~~~

On the third month of working as a housekeeper and cook for Levi Ackerman, something extraordinary happens. 

You’ve gotten more cordial with each other in the past few weeks, ever since you began making lunches for him on a regular basis. You know he isn’t picky when it comes to food, but you’ve noticed subtle differences when he thanks you for the meal, which he always does now. If it ends in a simple thanks, you know that it was ordinary. If he adds in a compliment, you know that he really likes it. So, you cook more of the foods that he particularly enjoys. 

You’re still getting used to calling him by his first name. It still sounds foreign out of your mouth, almost like a treasured word you’re only supposed to say on special occasions. You still mostly call him Mr. Ackerman, though he doesn’t seem to mind. 

Other than what you see of him in the mornings and nights, you have no idea what Levi gets up to the rest of his day. It’s an unwritten part of the deal; you keep your private life to yourselves. And, knowing he’s in the Yakuza, maybe it’s better you don’t know. 

Tonight, you finish cooking dinner before Levi comes home. You cover the pan, keeping the oyakodon you prepared warm until he arrives, all the plates set up on the counter, ready for him. You sit in your usual chair, checking the clock: 8:30 PM, thirty minutes past his usual time. By nine, you start to worry. And by ten, your finger hovers over his contact information on your phone, tempted to call him, to make sure he’s okay. You debate with yourself for several minutes if you should go through with it. You were given this number only to use for emergencies. Would this be considered one? Surely, he has an entire team of people who look after him, being the leader and all. Why would he need you, his lowly housekeeper, looking out for him?

Deep down, it’s because you care. You care about him. You want him to be happy. And it’s not because he pays you at the end of the day. It’s because you truly, genuinely believe he deserves it. Even in the short time that you’ve known him, it’s plain to see how miserable he is in this life of crime. Dead eyes, permanent frown on his face, tense muscles from having no moment throughout his day to relax. No one, not even a Yakuza leader himself, deserves to be under this much stress.  

You’re about ready to dial his number when you hear the distinct jingle of keys from the front door. Levi walks in, hunched over with his jacket tossed over his shoulder, big splotches of blood painted on his shirt. You can see it clearly even from the end of the hallway. He doesn’t greet you, doesn’t look at you, as he drags his feet into the living to plop himself onto the couch, sighing. 

“Mr. Ackerman?” you call out, trembling. You’ve never seen him like this before. Is he injured? Or is he the one who did the injuring? Does it matter to you what the answer is? All you know is that you’re concerned about him and you want to be by his side. 

~~~

Levi hears her but doesn’t respond. He sinks deeper into the couch, eyes shut, hoping she ignores him, not wanting her to see him in this sorry state. He listens to the sound of her footsteps approaching closer, then feels her sit beside him. With one eye open, he peeks at her, surprised to see her staring at him with genuine concern, a steaming mug of tea in her hands. “Mr. Ackerman,” she repeats.

“What do you want?” he asks tersely. He doesn’t mean for it to come out rudely. Or maybe he does to push her away. He doesn’t want her to witness this vulnerability, this weakness.  

“I brought you some tea,” she answers quietly.

Before he can spit out an argument about how the caffeine will prevent him from sleeping, she adds, “It’s decaf, of course.”

He’s speechless for a moment, unable to come up with a smart response. His heart beats against his chest and he’s not sure what’s happening to him. Is he going into cardiac arrest? Or is this something different? Something good? Too exhausted to maintain the same frigid persona he puts up for her, he relaxes, reaching for her hands to grab the handle of the mug. He grazes her fingers wrapped around the ceramic, lingering for a second longer, then brings it to his lips, blowing air across the surface before taking a sip. It’s hot down his throat, filling his tired body with warmth and comfort. 

He peeks at her once more, focusing on the gentle smile on her lips. “What are you so happy about?” he asks, taking another sip. 

She looks down at her lap, shy now that she’s been called out. “I’m just happy you’re back in one piece.”

He scoffs, displaying his bruised and stained knuckles. “You call this one piece?”

She stares at his hands with terror or fascination, maybe even both. Levi can’t tell. All he knows is that she isn’t flinching away from him like he’s some monster; she leans closer, inspecting it carefully. “Hold on,” she says, standing up to retreat back into the kitchen.

Levi rests his head against the couch, stomach grumbling with hunger. He hasn’t eaten since lunch, and beating the shit out of people takes a toll on him. But the job is done and now he’s home. And for the first time, he realizes how grateful he is not to be alone. 

Minutes later, she returns with a tray, carrying a steaming bowl of oyakodon and two warm towels beside it. She sets it next to him on the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of him, beside his knees. He gulps, suddenly aware at how compromising this position may seem. Though, he doesn’t mind it. He slowly reaches over to grab hold on the chopsticks, digging into the bowl of food to take a bite. It’s warm and soothing in his mouth, exactly what he needed. 

“May I?” She peers up at him, pointing to his other hand, holding the damp towel. 

He’s hesitant at first, aware that she’ll be touching him. This is definitely crossing a line, right? However, the thought of being pampered in this moment when he’s so fucking tired is too enticing to refuse. He stretches his arms out, offering his fist to her. She surrounds him in the soft fabric, rubbing gently between his knuckles, wiping away all the grime from tonight’s violence. His skin is on fire from her indirect touch and he can’t help but wonder what effect she could have on his body if she were actually touching him. 

Skin in pristine condition, despite the temporary bruises, she switches to the other hand once he’s finished with his meal. He watches her in silence, holding back a moan, embarrassed at how much he’s enjoying this. She finishes him off with the second towel, the clean one, giving both hands a little massage. “Is that better?”

He nods, muttering a tired, “Thank you.”

She smiles, gaze flickering to the stains on his shirt. “I can wash this for you tomorrow. Just leave it in the laundry room.”

He nods again, unsure what else to say. She gets up, carrying the empty bowl and soiled towels back into the kitchen to clean up. It’s almost eleven now when Levi flips his wrist to check the time on his watch. Trains stop running by midnight, so he shouldn’t keep her here any longer. “You should head home now. It’s late,” he says, loud enough for her to hear. He stands up, slightly limping towards his bedroom to give her the payment. He slides an extra couple of bills to compensate for working overtime. Noticing how horrid he looks with blood all over him, he strips out of his shirt, thankful none of it seeped directly onto his skin. Without thinking, he rushes towards the front door, where she waits for him in her coat and shoes. 

He hands her the money. “I’m giving you a small bonus today, just in case you’re wondering why there’s more in there.” 

She glances at his chiseled abs before looking down at her feet. Heat rushes into his cheeks, finally aware that he’s shirtless in front of his housekeeper. This is definitely crossing a line. 

“It’s okay, I don’t want the extra money,” she says.

“Take it. You’ve earned it,” he insists.

“I didn’t do it for that. I did it because I care about you. I want to - ” She gazes at him, swallowing hard, afraid to finish her thought. 

There’s a flutter in his stomach as he steps closer to her, eager to hear it. “What?”

“I want to take care of you, Mr. Ackerman.”

It happens so fast that as soon as he realizes it, his lips are already on hers, kissing her passionately. His immediate reaction is to stop because he’s sure this isn’t what she intended. But when she places her hands on his chest, clinging to his bare skin to deepen the kiss, he can’t resist. 

~~~

Clothes are discarded on the way to his bedroom. By the time you’re lying flat on his mattress, you’re both completely naked, him on top of you, caging you between his muscular arms. He kisses your figure, from your neck trailing down to your chest, his lips puckered at your nipple, sucking on it until it’s taut in his mouth. One hand travels along the curve of your hips, then the plush of your inner thigh, until he’s pressed to your throbbing clit. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, his voice low and trembling. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, completely enraptured by him.

He flicks your bud with his middle finger, tapping on it until it’s puffy against him. He glides down to your wet slit, collecting your arousal to smear onto your clit, rubbing it faster. Pleasure courses through you as you whine into his mouth, kissing him sloppily. Soon, he slips inside you, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy. You squirm for him, so close to your climax.  

“You like my fingers inside this fucking cunt, huh?” he growls into your ear. He pulls out, stroking your clit with his wet digits. “How about here? You like them on your little clit too, right pretty girl?”

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, eyes glazed over in a daze. “Yes, Mr. Ackerman. Fuck.”

“Levi,” he grunts, circling your bud. “I told you to call me Levi.” He slips back in, pummeling your pussy while his thumb taps on your swollen core. 

You grab the bedsheets beneath you, clenching it between your fists, bucking your hips towards him, approaching your orgasm. “Coming,” you manage to whimper, unraveling. He slows his pace, riding it out with you until you relax in his hold, spent and blissed out. 

There’s a wild look in his eyes, animalistic almost. He removes himself from you, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth, inching them past your lips. “Taste yourself for me.”

You obey, opening wide for him to swipe your own cum across your tongue. He sticks it further down your throat while you surround him, sucking your slick off. His erection is hard against you, begging for attention. You slide your hand between his thighs, palming at his stiff cock, twitching at your touch. 

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. You start stroking him, his cock hot and pulsating in your fist. He bucks into your grasp, moaning as you rub your thumb over his glossy tip, making him shudder. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, fuck. Get on top of me. Please. Need to taste you.”

You obey, readjusting yourself to straddle his face, lowering yourself carefully until your pressed to his open mouth. “Just enjoy it, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he says before lapping you up greedily. You ride his face, dragging your pussy lips across his flattened tongue, moaning when he puckers around you, suckling on your swelling bud. He’s sloppy and noisy, exactly how you like it. You find yourself unraveling quickly above him, convinced you can come just like this, without him entering you at all. He senses this, grabbing firmly to your ass cheeks, guiding you to rock against him faster. “That’s it, princess. Come for me,” he muffles against your skin, slurping at your leaking cunt. No longer able to resist, you moan loudly, reaching your climax, gushing all over his face. He smacks your ass, licking off every drop of your arousal before removing himself from you. “I need to be inside you. Need to fuck this pretty pussy right fucking now.”

All control lost, you whine, “Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me, please.”

He positions himself behind you, dragging your bottom towards him, rubbing his erection between your ass cheeks. “Think you’ve earned this cock? Think you deserve it?”

You nod frantically. “Yes. I’ve been so good.”

He chuckles, guiding himself inside you, stretching you out slowly as he inches his way deeper. “You’re right. You’ve been very good. You are good. So fucking good to me.” He pounds into you, fucking your sweet spot, chasing that high you’re both so desperate to reach. After a few more thrusts, your pussy squeezes around him, coming once more. He follows with his own orgasm, shooting his load inside you, filling you up with his cum.

He pulls out, rolling beside you, breathing heavily. You turn to your side, facing him, your senses gradually returning. He glances at you and breaks into a smile, the first you’ve ever seen from him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You grin, scooting closer to nuzzle your nose with his. “Like what?”

His eyes gaze into yours, flickering down your lips. “Like you want to kiss me.”

You inch closer. “Why is that so bad?”

“Because I won’t be able to stop,” he whispers, closing the gap, kissing you.

~~~

On her last day, Levi leaves her final payment on the top of his dresser. It’s next to a thicker envelope that she’s collected the entirety of her father’s debt in, ready to hand over to Kenny first thing in the morning. She could have paid it off sooner, a week sooner, to be exact. But she decides to finish the remainder of the month employed as Levi’s housekeeper. She doesn’t explain why, and he doesn’t ask. 

They snuggle together in his bed, ready to sleep after fucking each other stupid just minutes earlier. This is another added part of their routine. Sometimes, she leaves to check in on her mother back home. Other times, she stays the night, which Levi prefers, though he won’t admit it out loud. It’s the best sleep he’s gotten in years.

He can tell she’s on the verge of sleep by the way her eyes flutter closed and how her head falls into his chest, relaxed. His mind is racing with thoughts, so he’s wide awake, wondering what tomorrow will hold. Will she say goodbye to him forever? Is this really over? What will he do when she’s gone?

He realizes his true feelings for her almost immediately after they begin sleeping together. He’s never relinquished control to anyone else before. But for him, giving it to her was easy. Maybe because he knew he could trust her. Though, now with her employment coming to an end, he’s not so sure what to think.

“Levi?” Her soft voice surprises him. 

“Hey,” he whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

She tips her chin up, peering at him. “Not yet. I want to say something to you.” 

He stares at her, confused and anxious, listening. “I care about you, Levi. I don’t want this to stop just because whatever arrangement we had before is over.”

He swallows hard, trying to maintain a neutral expression as his heart races with joy. “So, what then? Do you want to keep being my housekeeper? I already feel weird paying you because of what we do.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “I don’t want to be your housekeeper. I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yes, Levi. Your girlfriend,” she reiterates, smiling. 

He lets out a small laugh. “That sounds so normal.”

She cups his face, squeezing his cheeks. “Well, maybe Mr. Ackerman deserves a little something normal for once.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into her touch. “So, how is this going to work, then? You being my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’ll get my old job back. And in the meantime, I can move in here so I can still do all the cooking and cleaning.”

“No,” he interjects. “Together. We’ll cook and clean together. Like a normal couple.”

She beams at him. “Alright. Together it is, then.”

He allows himself to smile completely now, pressing his forehead to hers. “Can it really be this simple?” 

“I think it can,” she replies. “It’s worth a shot, right?”

For most of his life, Levi has never had it easy. Thirty years later, he finally has a chance at something normal, something good. Does he deserve it? With her by his side, holding his hand so lovingly in hers, he actually believes it. “Yeah. You’re absolutely right.”

[koqabear]

congratulations on 2k!! im so proud of you so heres a song equation that i think is so genius

the weeknd, one of your girls + beomgyu + smut and fluff = popular fuckboy!beomgyu x popular sweet!mc

this song is so beomgyu to me😵‍💫😵‍💫

♫: One of the Girls, The Weeknd // [2K Masterlist]

"Beomgyu’s a lot more obsessed with you than he’d like to admit."

beomgyu x fem!reader // wc: 2.1K // genre: smut, pwp, only a bit of fluff sorry <3 MDNI.

warnings: dom!beomgyu, sub!mc, oral (m & f rec), name calling (slut), finger sucking(?), spitting, praise, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, etc.), deep throating, dacryphilia maybe, possessiveness, overstimulation, cumming untouched ig. unprotected sex.. lmk if i should add anything

Notes: 2k followers ended months ago and this bitch is still here

Beomgyu never intended to keep you around this long.

Pretty girls like you were never his type. Saccharine sweet, innocent smiles, bright eyes and an energetic attitude that brought people to you like flies to honey. You had the world in the palm of your hand, opportunities at your feet and friends that were loyal like dogs— you were perfect, untouchable, untainted. 

Everything he was not. 

Maybe that’s how he got where he is now, low lidded eyes observing you carefully, watching as your shining doe eyes plead up at him, careful hands smoothing up and down the rough material of his jeans; you’re so pretty like this, he finds himself thinking, all pliant and weak to him, waiting for his command like a mindless puppy— your throat bobs and your tongue darts across your lips, dainty fingers playing with the loops of his belt as you silently plead for permission to let him feel good.

“My friends were talking about you today,” Beomgyu murmurs, tilting his head and reaching down to caress your face gently; warm hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone, smiling at your head that immediately goes to lean into his touch, “said they couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout the way you looked in the dress you wore to last weeks party.”

Memories flash in your mind; the party your friends dragged you to, only complying because you were aware of who was taking part in hosting it— the pure, innocent image that hung over your head causing heads to turn the whole night— you could hear it, practically, the whispers and comments wondering what you were doing in such a place, all having speculated you the type to hate loud, rowdy environments like these.

They weren’t wrong; you barely lasted an hour in that dark, crowded place, finding yourself having a much better time in the back of Beomgyu’s car, pretty dress bunched at your hips and your makeup smudged by the time he dropped you off at your place, greedy hands refusing to let you go so easily, not one to put up much of a fight yourself; you’ve always been fond of waking up to the sight of Beomgyu first thing in the morning, anyway. 

Beomgyu’s eyes darken; you’re snapped out of your reverie by the feeling of blunt nails digging into your skin, your head tilted back as you’re forced to stare back at Beomgyu’s dangerous gaze.

“They also couldn’t stop talking ‘bout how bad they wanna fuck you,” he seethes, nails digging in deeper at the very thought; your eyes glisten and you shift restlessly on your knees, a shaky sigh escaping your lips at his tone— his thumb quickly reaches over to weigh down at your bottom lip, parting your lips slowly. 

“Would give anything to feel your mouth,” he recounts, thumb pushing into your mouth, a gentle pressure against your tongue as he surveys how easily you obey him; his brows knit together and his thumb hooks down against your tongue, opening your mouth roughly as he hovers over you; his face is inches away from yours as he speaks, his voice barely audible. “Said it’s such a shame they didn’t get their hands on you that night.”

Beomgyu could only sit back in his seat and listen; a spectator to it all, jaw clenched and arms crossed as he took in the way they spoke about you, salivating over you— the very reminder is enough to have his blood boiling. But, who was he to lash out at them? As far as the world was concerned, you were a pure, pretty girl that was expected to marry the son of an influential family friend. Beomgyu was never supposed to be in the picture.

“Wonder what everyone would think if they saw you now,” he mutters, voice patronizing and eyes filled with a sick arrogance as he stares down at you, “a good little slut on her knees for me.”

Without further warning, he spits; you flinch slightly at the action, a whine ripping through you as he straightens back up. Deft fingers smooth down your head, digging into your scalp and forcing your head forward— your hands are quick to undo his jeans, not needing another word from him for you to know what he wants. 

“Fuck,” Beomgyu breathes out, dazed at the sight of your eager actions, quickly undoing his jeans and getting to his leaking cock; your hand is warm and soft against him, and he feels himself twitching pathetically the moment you finally pull him free from his underwear; your pace is familiar and your lips are plush as they kiss at the tip of his cock, doe eyes glancing back up at him for approval.

“So perfect for me,” Beomgyu coos, caressing your cheeks and watching as you take him in your mouth slowly, lidded gaze glued onto the lewd scene like he’s determined to ingrain everything about this moment into his mind, “Know just what I like, such a good girl.”

His voice is soft and deep as he purrs out praise to you, hand wandering down until it’s placed at your throat curiously— you relax instinctively, jaw falling slack as he begins to thrust shallowly, whispered curses and rumbled groans making your thighs clench pitifully— but your hands simply fall down on your thighs, knowing that Beomgyu never likes it when you touch yourself like this. 

Your tearful yet determined gaze has Beomgyu’s pace stuttering— you just look so damn pretty under the dull lights of his room, the feminine and cute outfit you’ve put on today not helping at all; your makeup is already getting smudged from the tears that cling to your lashes and the drool that builds up at the corners of your mouth, taking everything Beomgyu gives you with nothing but a wide doe-eyed look. 

“Shit…” Beomgyu groans, his thrusts a lot rougher than they were moments ago; he’s getting closer, you can tell, your hands balling into fists on your thighs as you continue to let him fuck your mouth just how he likes— his hand is frantic to grab at the back of your head, fingers stinging at your scalp as he pulls you flush against his pelvis; he’s still, and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth— your throat stings and your eyes squeeze shut, hot tears running down your cheeks as you swallow instinctively; Beomgyu lets out a sharp moan at the feeling.

“D–Don’t— don’t… do that,” Beomgyu huffs out, hips grinding subconsciously against you, your lungs starting to burn as you place a frantic hand on his thigh— but Beomgyu pays no mind to you, clearly lost in his head as he lets out a shaky sigh; at the sudden feeling of you placing a slight pressure on him, he looks down at you curiously. 

“Hold it,” he tells you, lips twitching darkly as he feels you swallow again, body tensing as he simply ruts into your throat gently, “just a bit longer… you can take it baby.”

Your throat constricts around him, your eyes sting and you whine on his cock that continues to stuff your mouth— Beomgyu only pulls out once he feels you tapping weakly at his thigh, watching with low lidded eyes as you immediately begin to sputter and cough, a string of spit connected from his tip to your lips; he leans down to get a good look at you, watching you with a deceivingly soft smile as you try to regain your breath— his hand smoothes down your hair fondly, head cocking to the side as he prompts you to look at him. 

“Good?” he asks gently, watching you nod without hesitation; he chuckles, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before he takes your hands in his, pulling you up and beginning to walk you backwards toward his bed, “Good.”

As Beomgyu hovers over you, your he can’t help but find himself thinking about how fond he’s grown of this sight; of you, your breathless figures and your shiny eyes that catch his every movement, from his gaze that takes you in hungrily to his hands that slowly push the skirt of your dress up. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Beomgyu breathes out, your wide eyes watching as he shifts down to lay on his stomach, slow, warm hands running up and down your thighs— you squirm impatiently at the feeling, hips bucking and lips parting in a gasp as he places a slow kiss onto your clothed cunt; mouth lingering for a moment, smiling coyly at the wet patch that already seems to have formed— and he looks back up at you, fingers hooking under your panties to pull them down as he speaks. “All mine too, right?”

Without thinking, you nod.

“Wouldn’t let anyone else see this perfect body,” he murmurs, fingers beginning to wander up and down your slit, toying with your clit and watching the arousal leak out of you desperately, “It’s all for me.”

Beomgyu always seems to get like this, you think to yourself— his touches are teasing, needy, and his tongue is warm as he licks at your clit, fingers picking up where he left off so he can talk— he’s insatiable, possessive, and his words always make you clench a little tighter against him; you think he must feel the way you react to him, and that’s why he’s taken a liking to running his mouth so much. 

You couldn’t be any more incorrect, though— because as Beomgyu finally begins to use his mouth on you, tongue fucking your hole and nose pressing insatiably against your clit, he can only find himself thinking about how he’d like to spend the rest of his life like this— here, with you, listening to the way you keen and cry and bury your fingers in his hair, whining incoherently into the air. 

“I’m— I’m close,” you stutter, your hips bucking and chasing after Beomgyu’s mouth; he simply hums in response, eyes closed with bliss as he feels your thighs shake and close around his head— your voice is pretty and airy as you stutter out mindless praise, every moan of his name causing his cock to twitch and leak against your mattress, unable to stop the way he grinds against it stupidly. 

“R-right— Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop, please— coming, I’m coming, Beomgyu—!”

Your hips buck up and your back arches— your nails dig into his scalp and pull at his hair, shaky moans falling from your lips as your body tenses up and your orgasm washes over you. Beomgyu remains keen to it all— every sound you make, the way your body shakes and falls limp, he takes it all in, tongue still lapping hungrily at your arousal and hips still grinding into your mattress. 

He helps you ride it all out— your eyes prick with tears all the while, sensitivity sending shocks throughout your body as you feel him groan against your cunt, burying his head further in even after you’ve begun to whine that it’s too much; when his head emerges from between your legs, he looks just as dazed and out of breath as you— if not more so. 

“Gyu…” you mumble out, eyes drifting down to his chest that heaves, down to his stomach and noticing something that makes your eyes widen; Beomgyu follows your gaze, glancing down and looking away with red tinted ears.

“Can’t help it,” he huffs, not ashamed in the slightest as he hovers over you, cupping your face and leaning down to capture your lips, barely parting so he can speak, “you’re so hot when you cum.”

“Am I?” you ask softly, laughing at the immediate nod you get; your hand wanders down between your bodies, fingertips brushing over his cum-stained stomach and on his already hardening cock— your brows jump, and you smile. “Need me to clean you up?”

Beomgyu’s fervent shake of his head catches you by surprise; he’s never been one to deny the feeling of your mouth on him, so to say that this unexpected was an understatement.

“Just wanna be inside you,” he mumbles against your lips, the feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit bringing about a sigh from both of you, “wanna see you cum again.”

The whine you let out at his words is enough to have him entering you slowly; dark eyes taking in every change of your expression, watching as your brows furrow at the stretch— he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of the sight. 

No other girl has ever managed to do what you have; the man above you feels entirely enamored as he watches the way you cry and clench around his cock, gasping his name and clinging onto him desperately— you drive him crazy, and this only serves to prove it further. 

You were never supposed to leave such an impact on him. But now that you have, Beomgyu will do anything to make sure that you don’t escape his clutches.

[amirasainz]

Omg I've literally just read all of the works you have put up. LITERALLY LOVE ALL OF THEM. Could you write on where baby sainz has a panic attack while in the paddock because of the paparazzi and carlos gets mad and Alex, Rebecca, and Kika try to help her afterwards while the drivers take action.

Hi loves! This request was so hard to write. I hope I did good. Please send me some requests and enjoy reading. (The title got inspired by the Weeknd "Happy House". A great song) -XoXo

Happy House

Amira stood frozen in the center of the paddock, her senses assaulted by the relentless barrage of flashing cameras. The paparazzi had descended upon her like a swarm of locusts, their lenses hungry for every detail of her life. She had seen this happen to her brother, the other drivers, even the glamorous partners of the racing world. But never to her.

Her heart raced, and she fought to maintain composure. The tight circle of photographers closed in, their shouts echoing in her ears. She squinted behind her sunglasses, trying to locate a familiar face among the chaos. Her trusted members were nowhere to be seen, lost in the sea of flashing lights.

Amira’s breaths came in shallow gasps. Panic threatened to overwhelm her. She attempted to break free from the paparazzi’s grip, but their collective force held her captive. Tears welled up, blurring her vision. The questions hurled at her were like daggers, each one piercing deeper into her vulnerability.

Then, a voice cut through the chaos—a lifeline. “Hey, everybody, take at least seven huge steps away from her!” The male voice was authoritative, commanding. Amira’s blurred gaze fell upon her savior, but she couldn’t make out his features. He gently took her arm, leading her away from the suffocating crowd. Her dam broke, and tears streamed down her face, a mix of relief and exhaustion.

In that moment, the stranger became her hero, shielding her from the paparazzi storm. Amira wondered who he was, but gratitude overwhelmed any other thought. She clung to his arm, seeking solace in the unexpected sanctuary he provided. The world outside might still be chaotic, but within the circle of his protection, she found a brief respite—a chance to breathe.

“Shhhh, you’re alright, pequeño Sainz,” said the soothing voice of Sergio “Checo” Pérez. The two of them had interacted quite often already, because sometimes it was easier for Amira to speak Spanish with someone. And Checo had to listen to all the yapping from Max about her. And let it be known that Max could talk for hours about her.

He gently started to steer her away from the prying eyes of the public before he stopped them gently again. “Make sure that all these monsters are banned from the team garages ,” Checo ordered a Red Bull employee. “And someone inform her brother!”

“Vamonos,” he ordered Amira softly. They had to walk quite slowly because her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. Thankfully, after walking for about 5 minutes, Carlos ran towards them. At the sight of her big brother, she let out a big sob.

“Ohhh, Amira. Estás bien. Nadie puede hacerte daño ahora. No dejaré que nadie te toque,” Carlos whispered while he hugged her tight. Picking her up gently, he brought their little group to the Ferrari garage. At their entrance, the happy smiles from Rebecca, Kika, and Alexandra faded, replaced by concern and relief.

Carlos reluctantly released his grip on Amira, allowing her to be enveloped by the comforting embrace of the girls. Their whispered reassurances—“It’s okay, little dove,” “Deep breaths,” and “You did so well”—echoed in the air, soothing her frayed nerves. They settled her into a plush chair, each taking their place around her. Rebecca knelt in front of Amira, holding her trembling hands. Kika sat on her left, guiding her through calming breaths. Alexandra, on her right, gently stroked her hair.

As the girls tended to their princess, Carlos turned to Checo, his voice edged with urgency. “What happened?” he demanded, his eyes searching for answers. Checo’s calm demeanor contrasted with the tension radiating from Carlos. “I don’t know, mate,” Checo replied evenly. “One moment, I’m walking out from the media pen; the next, I see her surrounded by a horde of paparazzi.”

Carlos ran a hand over his face, his concern etched deep. He lowered his voice to a whisper, not wanting to alarm Amira further. “Thank you, Checo. Truly.” After a brief pause, he inquired, “Are those idiots still here?” Checo nodded in confirmation. Carlos’s resolve hardened. “Tell the others what happened. We’re meeting in ten minutes at the entrance. We’ll handle this ourselves—no FIA, no teams. And most importantly, no cameras.” The protective brother in him had awakened, ready to shield Amira from the storm that raged beyond the garage walls.

Carlos gently approached his sister, relieved that her breathing was now under control. Tears still streamed down her cheeks, but the panic had subsided. Rebecca, seeing Carlos’s arrival, made space for him. He took her place, cupping Amira’s chin with one hand. "Look at me, hermanita,” he ordered softly. When Amira finally met his gaze, he reassured her, “Those idiots will never come close to you again. I promise you on my life. Aunque sea lo último que haga en mi vida.” His vow hung in the air, a shield against the world.

After a small nod from Amira, Carlos stood up, pressing a kiss to her hair. He instructed the girls to remain where they were. Unseen by anyone else, the wags exchanged glances—hesitation and unease etched in their eyes.

At the entrance, Carlos found a gathering of drivers. Some, like Nico and Kevin, surprised him. Nico explained, “I have a wife and a baby daughter. I want to make sure that nothing like that can ever happen again.”The others murmured their agreement. Before Carlos could outline the plan, Lance interrupted. “I’m sorry, but Lewis, did you seriously bring Roscoe here? I mean no offense, but he isn’t exactly—” Before Lance could finish, Roscoe growled, catching everyone off guard.

“Boys, attention!” Carlos commanded. “Now our plan looks like this…”

And if the media asked the next day why so many drivers had cracked knuckles or bruised eyes, they’d be met with smirks. Sometimes, actions spoke louder than words.

[darlingletters]

moth to flame lh44

lewis hamilton x fem!reader

in which y/n y/l/n has a new boyfriend and lewis hamilton can’t help but want to remind her how he knows her better.

warnings: cheating, kissing, intimate touching (like cheek touching and stuff), allusions to the devil’s tango, lemme know if there’s any that I missed please.

an: so I haven’t posted in a while but I am back!! hope everyone is doing well. this is my first time writing something like this so if anyone has any tips on how to make it better please let me know. also sorry for any bad grammar/spelling.

should I make a part 2?

anyway this is based on the song moth to flame by the weeknd & swedish house mafia!! absolutely love this song and honestly I was listening to it the other day and got the idea to write to this. I don’t know if anyone else has done, but if so lemme know.

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it was 3:45 in the morning.

y/n was supposed be asleep but instead she was wide awake sitting on the sofa on the phone talking to her ex boyfriend whilst her current one slept in the next room.

“come y/n/n, you don’t wanna be with this guy. he doesn’t know you like I do baby.” lewis’ voice almost pleads as he talks.

“this needs to stop. I’ve moved on. you should have too.” she says simply, picking at the blanket that covered her.

“please baby-”

“you have to stop calling me that.” she cuts him off “I ain’t your baby anymore. I stopped being that a long time ago.”

“y/n, he doesn’t know what you need. doesn’t know what to give you. I do.” his pleading continues.

she stays silent. she doesn’t even know how to respond to that. it was true. her boyfriend hadn’t been able to please her in the two years they’d been together. and although she’d never admit it out loud, it was driving her insane.

“I bet he even knows he can’t please you because he knows he can never give you what I gave you.” he says smugly. “because he knows, he can never be better than me.”

“arrogance doesn’t suit you.” she mutters loud enough for him to hear.

“I am not being arrogant. I am being honest.” he responds quickly.

“what do you want from me lewis?” she asks slightly frustrated.

“you. I want you. I want you to admit you want me too.” he states like it’s obvious

“I don’t want you.” lies. but he didn’t need to know that.

“just come cover.” he says simply.

“I can’t.” she whispers.

“why? cause your with him?” he says annoyed, “just leave now. you’ll be back in the morning. I just need to see you baby.” he pleads.

“lewis-”

“come on y/n. just lemme be near you. touch you. that’s all i need.” lewis says almost desperately, hints of desire in his words.

“one hour. I’ll come to you.” she says after a moment of silence.

although she should of felt guilty or even hesitated to answer, she didn’t. she wanted to see lewis. needed to see him. lewis was her first love, probably the only man she would ever truly love.

“I’ll send you the address.” he says, his voice completely lustful as he ends the call and sends the address of a hotel.

- 20 minutes later -

she knocks on his door. her mind filled with guilt and hesitation as she waited for the door to open. however, once the door opened and she caught sight of lewis, those thoughts had quietened.

“lewis.” she says breathily.

in response, lewis smirks and makes space for her to enter.

“you said you wanted to see me, you’ve seen me.” she whispers as she enters the room.

“I also said I wanted to touch you and I haven’t done that yet.” he flirts as he shuts the door and locks it.

“lewis-” she mutters as she closes her eyes.

“come on baby, just let me touch you.” he responds, taking off her jacket as he stands behind her.

“I have a boyfriend.” she says firmly, not turning to face him.

“then why are here? hm?” he whispers in her ear as he stays behind her.

“I- I don’t know.” she mutters.

“you still want me.” he responds as she shakes her head. “yes you do, you still love me y/n. I know you do baby, don’t deny it.” he says turning her around to face him only to see her eyes closed.

they stay in silence for a few moments as lewis looks at her, assessing every detail on her face. memorising her features like he used to when they once shared a bed.

“open your eyes.” he says softly. “lemme see those gorgeous eyes I’ve missed to much.” he speaks again stroking her cheek.

she takes a deep breath as she keeps her eyes closed, determined not to fall for him all over again.

“come on baby, just look at me.” he whispers, brushing his lips against her cheek. “just need you to look at me again.” he repeats, kissing her cheek.

“lewis-” she starts but was quickly interrupted when she felt a kiss on her jaw forcing her to open her eyes.

the sight before her made her wish she had never answered his phone call.

there he was cradling her face like she was a precious piece of art as he looked down at her with pure affection and warmth at finally seeing her looking at him.

“there we go baby, there’s those pretty eyes.” he whispers as he rubs his thumb on her cheek. “god i missed you.” he mutters as he leans his forehead against hers.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” she mumbles as she shakes her head, pulling away from him and forming distance making his smile drop while he reaches out for her.

“leave that guy. come back to me.” he states firmly, his expression almost desperate.

“we are toxic lewis. we fought all the time, we barely saw each other expect to use each other in bed.” she argues back, putting her hands on her hips.

“it’s been three years y/n. we’ve changed. I’ve changed. that guy doesn’t deserve you.” he says simply taking a step forward towards her which makes her step back.

“and you think you deserve me?” she scoffs.

“no I don’t deserve you. no one fucking deserves you y/n/n. but I love you. more then that guy can.” he takes a step forward. she takes a step back. “I care for you more then him.” step forward. step back. “I touch you better then he does.” he whispers, taking a final step forward until she’s pressed up against the wall. “and you and I both know i can please you better then he does.” he finishes looking at her as she leans back against the wall looking up at him with wide eyes as she breaths heavily.

“lew-” she mumbles out as licks her lips and looks at his lips before quickly looking at his eyes.

“let me kiss you.” he whispers as he leans his head forward and places his hand on her cheek. “please baby let me kiss you.” he pleads, their lips inches away.

she pauses as she keeps her arms planted to her side as she looks at him trying to pull away from him. she looks away from his eyes and back to lips.

“fuck it.” she mutters as she runs her fingers though his hair and kisses him making him immediately return it with a soft groan.

he moves his hands into her hair, “god I missed you.” he says against her lips before going straight back to kissing her.

however, as they kissed, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret wash over her as she thought back to her boyfriend peacefully sleeping in their bed whilst she made out with her ex boyfriend.

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[gothic-thoughts]

Earned It

(i got down bad wit this one, lawd 😩)

Part 3!Dio x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, HardDom!Dio, Concubine!Reader

CW: from the back, sub!reader, pillow riding, a little choking, fingering, teasing, 💦ing, a little bit of a headlock (fuck i luv this man its so bad😩🙏🏾), filthy talk, unprotected cream🥧, Dio's breeding kink shines through (cuz he def have one)

Word Count: 1572 (give or take)

"Dio please.”

My ears perk up-- the sound is nothing if not a distraction from my reading. The voice was faint and low, but because of my incredible hearing, it rang like a bell in my head despite being across the mansion--where my harem was supposedly asleep. I close my novel with a chuckle. My untitled name, hm? I don't recall being on a first-name basis with any of my women.

I stand from my chair, causing the handful of minions around me to flinch away from me as I walk toward the double doors across the room. The instant I stepped out from the stone, soundproof walls of my library, it was obvious that the hushed whimpers belonged to (Y/n). I chuckle, beginning to walk down the corridor, footsteps silent so I could continue to listen to those adorable noises of hers. How cute; her moans were always my favorite. However, hearing them without me present is certainly a surprise.

I step into (Y/n)'s chambers to find her in the candlelit room, sitting in the center of her bed with her back to me. She wore nothing but a thin silk robe as she humped her naked cunt onto the pillow bunched between her chubby thighs. A smirk slowly forms across my face, watching her hold her hair up to keep it off her sweaty neck and back as quiet gasps and moans fill the air. I struggle to keep myself in check as I watch her pleasure herself.

"Unh... Oh, Dio, fuck~"

I exhale slowly to regain enough control to discipline her. Untitled again? I stalked closer to (Y/n) until I stood at the foot of her bed, looking over her bare dark skin that shimmered from sweat in the golden candlelight before gently grabbing her neck from behind, my fingertips firmly pressed on both pulse points. She yelped in surprise, dropping her hair as her hips stopped rocking. Now frozen in fear, her heart raced and her breathing was still ragged from her pleasure.

"Who's Dio?"

She gulped. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio, I--"

"Shhh, shh, shh." I kiss the top of her hair, "Don't apologize, answer my question. Tell me who this 'Dio' is."

"You." She mumbled.

"What was that, angel?" I press my cheek to hers and whisper, "I couldn't hear you; speak up."

"I said y-you."

"Ah... so you're calling out my first name without my permission? How rude. Since you want to be rude, should I teach you some manners then?"

I feel her face warm up as blood pools into her cheeks from sheer embarrassment. (Y/n) shivers against me and boldly tilts her head against mine as my breath hits her exposed skin, her pulse still pumping past my fingertips. Mm, always know just how to get yourself out of trouble. I press my body to her back and my other hand wraps around her, dipping between her legs to feel the wetness on the pillow before sliding my fingers up to her soaking clitoris. God, you're my favorite.

She huffs, her voice cracking a little. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio."

"No, you're not, "I whisper against her neck, "No the fuck you aren't."

I continue rubbing quickly at (Y/n)'s sensitive clit while leaving wet, open-mouth kisses on her neck and jawline. She grinds against my hand, her cunt drolling all over the pillow under her as she moans and gasps.

"Fuck, I'm supposed to be disciplining you."

"Mnh, I apologized."

"Sorry is only a word. I came to punish you, but you're such a professional at escaping trouble, aren't you?"

"Yes~"

"So sneaky, yet so obedient. What am I going to do with you?"

(Y/n) lays forward, looking over her shoulder at me as she slowly spreads her legs, hiking her robe over that plump ass to reveal the inside of her wet thighs that glistened from the candle flickering across the room. I chuckle as I undo my belt and drop my bottoms. Fuck... she is a problem.

I throw the pillow she was humping onto the floor and crawled onto the bed until my hands were firmly planted on the mattress on either side of her shoulders, my back hovering above her just enough for her to feel the chill of my undead body. I grind my hard-on against her through my boxers on her already sensitive clit, watching as she whimpers.

"S-Sensitive."

"Oh, I'm sorry love. Did I stop you from cumming on your pillow? Would you like to finish?"

"No!" She gasped before quickly composing herself, "N-no I want you to fuck me."

I bury my face in her neck and stop grinding myself against her, "Too bad. You are mine, therefore I fuck you when I'm ready, understood?"

(Y/n) lifts her hips and pushes her ass back on me, making it hard for me to follow my own words. I slap it harshly to which she quickly lowers her hips back to the bed. I chuckle at the disparity in her tone.

"Please Dio I need--"

"Saying my name again without permission?" I lean to one side of her and smack her ass hard, "You underestimate my patience."

"Ah!"

"You seem to believe you're in a position of authority and you aren't. I should leave you here for your pillow to finish you off."

"N-no please, I'm sorry." (Y/n) whines, tugging the sheets, "I'm sorry, just please."

I slap her ass again, "What is my name, concubine?"

"Lord Dio..."

Another slap. "When am I allowed to want you?"

"W-Whenever you want..."

A final slap reddens her left ass cheek, "And when I do, what is your response?"

"Wh-Which room."

"Or...?"

"Which hole."

I mount her again, slowly sinking my thick length into her soaking pussy, feeling her legs tremble under me when she gasps aloud. Relishing in the grip as I push in even deeper, I tuck my forearm under her neck, pulling her impossibly close to my chest and restricting her breathing just slightly. With a soft grunt in her ear, I start thrusting my hips down, stroking her most sensitive spot, the intensity making her yelp out and grasp at my forearm around her neck.

"F-fuck~"

"Mm, your cunt is always so greedy. No wonder you lack patience... You must think with it."

(Y/n)'s cunt clenches around me as she finally cums, squirting onto my pelvis. It flexes and massages me with every adorable mewl that spills from her mouth as she quivers beneath me. Ooh, already? I forgot she was touching herself. I chuckle and continue plunging into her pussy, listening to the squelches echo with every downward thrust of my hips.

"Lord Dio~! Y-yes please!"

"Does this feel good? Huh? Do you like this?"

"Yes, I need you~"

I look down, watching as I disappear and reappear from her snug cunt, my cock shimmering with her cum every time I withdraw. I looked back up to her face in time to see her eyes roll back which made my girth twitch. I pull out and thrust deeply, my new depth making her eyes roll back again as she cried out.

"Shit~" I grunt in her ear, "I think you've earned the pleasure of saying my name. So what is it?"

"D-Dio~!"

Her cunt starts to squeeze my dick tighter as she starts to grind herself against my thrusts. "Oh fuck.. Again."

"Dio!"

Sinking my nails into her squishy thigh, I spread her leg from the other, giving me better access to fuck her deeper, feeling her pussy tremble around me. (Y/n) whimpers loudly, her hips squirming away from my thrusts in an attempt to stop my speed despite her clearly enjoying the building pleasure of a second orgasm. The sounds of skin clapping echo off the walls in her bedroom as I keep her legs open and continue to pound into her.

"Don't run from me, precious. You know you love it, just look at the mess you made. You're not going anywhere."

"It's too much! Too much, feels too f-fucking good~!”

"That's it..." I whispered, kissing the back of her neck, "Again. Cum again."

"Fuck, right there Dio!"

"Yeah? Right there~?" I can't help but chuckle a little at her helpless state, "Going to cum inside you... So... So, so deep... Ungh, you want it?"

(Y/n) nods frantically, breath hitching in her throat from how close she was again.

"Use your words and speak up."

"Please, oh god, please~ I..." Her breath catches in her throat as he pants, "I want it!"

"Good, because this...?" I reach under her and rub her clit, "...Is mine. Understood?"

"Y-yes Dio~! G-gonna... M'gonna cum!"

Shit...shit...shit. (Y/n) buried her face into the mattress as her leg-trembling bliss bubbled over, causing her to squirt all over my cock again. A couple of strokes later and I bottomed out inside her as deep as I could and coating the inside of her cervix, never slowing down my thrusts to force out every single drop of cum I had.

I slowly pull back, letting my cum coat the rest of her tight channel. My hips stutter from the sensitivity as I slide out completely, looking down at the mess she made on my pelvis and shaft before sliding back in to feel my warm seed cover my balls. Her body stops shuddering for the most part as she pants, letting me stay buried inside her as I sit up.

"Fuck..."

[prodbymaui]

My Kind Of Love — 이민형.

spit in my mouth while you turn me on

PAIRING: mark lee x reader

GENRE: the idol

WORD COUNT: 1.5k words

WARNINGS: ice play, oral sex, spit kink, cum eating, slight voyeurism (ig?)

SYNOPSIS: You had an extra time after your photoshoot. What's a more worth it way of spending it other than visiting your favorite producer, Mark?

A/N: inspired by one of 'the idol' scenes where lily wears a red robe and somewhat seduces abel. enjoy reading!

SONG: One Of The Girls by The Weeknd, Jennie, Lily Rose-Depp

A click, and the pleasantly smooth sensual melody begins to fill the entirety of the recording room. Mark hums, nodding his head in the flow of the beat, elbow resting on the armchair as his forefinger ghosts over his lips. His fingers taps against the table, mind running as he searches for parts to improve.

Not even finished listening to the verse that he just worked on, Mark's hand hovers above the keyboard once again, quickly adjusting and adding what he thought the song lacks.

This needs a few more layers, Mark thinks. So he slides his chair to the other side of the table where the mic settles and closes his eyes, there he harmonizes with his own voice, layering a mellow adlib underneath the sharp yet slow rap. 

Just as Mark opens his eyes, the door opens without much of a knock, and turning around, he meets a vixen clad in red silk robe, a mesh black tights with black suspenders attached to what Mark likes to think is a sinful lace panties in the same color.

There's no way in saying Mark doesn't enjoy the view that he is blessed with. His eyes rakes down your figure, coming back up to meet your lustful gaze. The corner of your lips curves just a little before you take steps towards the man. His legs spread to have you in between as though instinctively, hands itching so much that he couldn't help but to grab your waist, squeezing just enough to feel your body heat seep through the silk fabric.

Water droplets fall onto Mark's skin, it is just then that he notices the glass of whiskey you're holding. ''Drinking alcohol late at night, huh. Tell me, darling,'' Mark leans back. ''What got you prancing around the company with just a thin piece of clothing to cover those nipples?''

You sip once more, holding Mark's stare for a few seconds before licking the liquor that sits on top of your lips' skin. ''Was doing a photoshoot for my new album– decided to pay my favorite producer a visit before changing. I just had a hunch he'd like to see me in this.''

Your words elicit a scoffy chuckle from Mark. He stands up. ''Favorite producer, hmm?'' His palm travels down and stops when it reaches your ass cheek, gripping lightly.

While Mark's other arm circles your waist, he noses your neck, closing his eyes as Mark allows himself to get drunk on your scent, kissing the pathway your throat creates. Pulling you closer, Mark nips your skin occasionally whilst he makes way to your jaw, soon connecting his lips with yours.

Mark swiftly delves his tongue in your mouth, sucking as you offer him your own. If words are to be chosen to describe the kiss, it'll be slow, sensual, and sultry. Just like the song that plays from the speakers surrounding the two of you.

Abruptly yet effortlessly, Mark spins your position and gives you a little push, pinning you down now that you're sitting on the chair. One of his legs separates your thighs apart, welcoming himself between you. Distracted from the way Mark delivers pleasure just from having his mouth on yours alone, you didn't notice how Mark steals the glass out of your hand and places it behind you, out of danger but is enough for him to reach it as well.

Suddenly, a freezing palm comes in contact with the back of your neck. Flinching, you whimper at the cold, tugging Mark's shirt. Instead of taking his hand off, he pulls away from the kiss, not without licking the string of saliva first. In contrast to the icy palm, a warm one rubs your side soothingly, it then nudges your robe away, revealing your nipples.

A sigh leaves your lips, fingers brushing through Mark's locks as you feed him more of your hard buds. Mark growls in satisfaction. Catching it between his teeth, pulling lightly, tweaking it with his fingers and sucking before licking the faint pain away. He does the same to the twin, spitting on it only to lick it away after biting it a few more.

''God, I fucking love your nipples. So fucking sexy. So pretty– always ready for me whenever. If I want to suck on them the whole day, you'll let me, right baby?''

''Yes– Haah– yes, lick them all you want. Ahh..''

Thinking you'll finally get his cock as Mark hums lowly, pecking each of your nipples, you fiddle with his belt. But Mark pins you to the chair again, kissing your forehead as he stretches his arm behind you.

''It's getting hot in here, darling. Would you mind a little raise in the temperature?'' Your eyes fall on the cubes of ice that melts inside the glass, you look up at Mark. One look and you know this is a way to ask consent. To ask you if you're down to try a new thing. Without hesitation, you nod.

Mark tilts his head to the side. ''Words, love. I need your words.''

''Yes, please..''

He brushes strands of hair off your face. 

''Good girl.''

Gulping the last sips of whiskey, Mark gives your lips one last swipe of tongue, letting you taste the alcohol. Pressing the glass on your inner thigh, shivers shoot up your spine. You bite your lower lip to endure the cold, toes curling as Mark spreads the icy droplets along your stomach up to your neck. Your eyes are closed, anticipating Mark's next move when you jerk in your seat, hand enclosing around Mark's wrist as you whimper, opening your eyes to see him tracing the line between your pussy cheeks with a cube.

''Fuck, really..? Not wearing a fucking underwear while a bunch of people watches you pose in front of the camera? What if they saw this, baby? Imagine the fucking headlines,'' Mark chuckles. ''A rising pop idol foregoes wearing panties during a photoshoot because they are desperate for someone to fuck them. How would your fans react to their lovely artist acting like a whore, my love? Would they like it as much as I do?''

Mark nudges your legs open, and as you do, the ice dips and lands exactly where your pulsating clit awaits. ''Fuck..'' You sigh.

''Yeah?'' 

Getting on his knees, Mark situates his face in front of your soaked core. He plays with the cube a little more until it melts completely and eases the cold with the warmth of his mouth. Mark laps and sucks, slurping your juices as he buries himself in your pussy, grunting on how your walls clench around his pink muscle.

Soon, his fingers join his tongue. Curling and prodding at your spot that sends your back arching, hands gripping the armchairs as you let your lewd moans bounce off the walls of the recording room. When Mark deems you're stretched enough, he pulls away and tugs his pants down enough to release his cock, tip in angry red shade.

Resting one leg on the armchair while pulling the other over his shoulder, Mark slides home. Groaning as your hot walls impressively engulfs his girthy cock like no other. Once he's deep and snug, Mark picks up a maddening pace, not giving you time to adjust nor get used to his size.

''A-ah! Ah ah ah! Mark– slow down… You're so big–... s-so big–!'' Your face scrunches up; eyebrows meeting, eyes shut tight, mouth open.

''I am, darling. And you love it.''

Your arms underneath Mark's, landing on his back. As Mark angles his hips and jabs at your spot, your eyes cross and your nails instinctively try to draw red lines along Mark's back but his shirt prevents it from happening. So instead, you opt for grabbing a handful of the fabric, tugging them as your hips unconsciously bucks to meet Mark's thrust.

The chair creates a continuous squeaking sound, continuously thudding as it bumps against the soundboard. Mark reaches to hold the back of the chair, spreading your wider. He renders his thrusts deep and hard, an action that slacks your jaw which allows drools to roll out past your lips and to your chin. Mark leans forward, spitting on your willing mouth before licking the strings of saliva and connecting your lips together. It cannot even be considered as a kiss because it is all panting and moaning against each other's mouth.

''Right there! I-I'm gonna cum.. fuck, Mark, I'm gonna cum! Shit– Mark! Ugh fuuuuck..'' Together with the drawn out curse is your eyes rolling to the back of your eyes, walls clamping down on Mark's cock as a white cream forms a ring around him.

The sight of you coming while moaning his name, Mark pistons his hips violently as he lets lust take over his mind and body. His thrusts becomes erratic and vigorous, and with an encouragement of words from you, Mark fills you up to the brim, his legs embarrasingly shaking as though he was the one who got fucked and not the one who s.

As Mark pulls out, he curses under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling out of your pussy. If that isn't the hottest fucking thing. You know what makes this hottest shit even hotter? Scooping his cum, feeding it to you while he fishes out a yet to melt ice and kisses the shit out of you, sharing the whole serve of the mixture of his cum and yours.

A/N: wrote this in an attempt to get out of slump so I apologize if it's not as good as my other fics. hope you enjoyed, nonetheless! share your thoughts?

[insidekatmind]

Best friends- Pope Heyward

Wearning: +18, smut, cheating,english is not my first language

The soft lights of the sunset paint the horizon in shades of orange and pink as you sit on your porch, a book open in your hands. The air is crisp, with a light breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean. You're engrossed in your reading when you hear the familiar sound of hurried footsteps on the path leading to your house. You look up and see Pope, his expression troubled and his fists clenched at his sides.

“Can I come in?” he asks without preamble, his voice rougher than usual.

You set the book down next to you, concerned. “Of course, what’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. He climbs the porch steps, his movements quick and jittery. When he stops in front of you, you notice the flush on his cheeks and the slight tremor in his hands.

“It’s Cleo,” he says finally, crossing his arms over his chest as if trying to contain something too heavy to hold. “We had a fight. A bad one.”

You stand up, gesturing toward the door. “Come inside, let’s talk about it.”

He nods and follows you in, collapsing onto the couch in your living room. You bring him a glass of water, which he accepts with a small nod of thanks. He takes a sip in silence, then runs a hand through his hair—a gesture you know well. It’s his way of trying to calm himself down.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” you ask, sitting next to him, close enough to let him know you’re there for him but not so close as to invade his space.

He sighs, a deep and tired sound. “It started as something stupid, at least at first. We were talking about plans for the weekend, and I said I wanted to spend it with you guys, with the Pogues. She started saying we spend too much time together and that I should dedicate more time to just the two of us.”

You nod, trying to see both sides. “And what did you say?”

“That there’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with my friends. But then she got upset and said I never put her first.” He pauses, shaking his head. “It’s not true, but… I don’t know, maybe I messed up somewhere.”

You look at him with gentle understanding, seeing the weight he carries on his shoulders. “Pope, you know how much Cleo cares about you. But maybe she needs to feel more secure in your affection. Maybe your words made her think you don’t care enough.”

He lifts his gaze to meet yours, his dark eyes filled with frustration and pain. “But that’s not true. I do care, so much. I just… sometimes I don’t know how to show it.”

You place a hand on his arm, your touch light but reassuring. “You don’t have to have all the answers right away. Sometimes it’s just about listening to the other person and trying to understand them.”

He leans back against the couch, closing his eyes for a moment. “Why does everything have to be so complicated? I thought being with someone was supposed to be easier.”

You shake your head with a wistful smile. “Relationships are never easy, Pope. But if they’re worth it, you work to make them work.”

For a moment, silence fills the room, broken only by the sound of the waves in the distance. Then he leans slightly toward you, his gaze now softer but also more intense. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, you know? You’re always here for me, even when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

Your heart beats a little faster at his words, but you try to stay calm. “That’s what friends are for, Pope.”

He offers a faint smile, a tired but genuine one. “You’re more than a friend to me, you know that?”

Your breath catches for a moment. “What do you mean?”

He moves closer, his face now only inches from yours. “I mean… I don’t know when it started, but lately, I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I’m with Cleo, part of me just wants to be here, with you.”

His words leave you speechless. You search his eyes, trying to discern whether he’s confused or sincere. But there’s no doubt in his gaze, only honesty.

“Pope…” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I don’t want you to think I’m using you to get over Cleo. It’s not that. But tonight, when we fought, all I wanted was to come here. To be with you.”

Before you can respond, he leans in and presses his lips to yours. It’s a kiss that starts tentative, almost unsure, but as you respond, it deepens into something more intense, more passionate. His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer, and for a moment, the world around you fades away.

When you finally pull apart, both of you breathless, he looks at you with a kind of reverence tinged with uncertainty. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

You did not let him finish because you have re-cut your lips with his. You sucked his lip whining moaning.

Pope lies you on the couch while he takes off your clothes and then takes off his.

Pope looks at you for a moment to confirm that you want to do it, and you nod.

You moaned at how big and long Pope’s dick was. He smiled and kissed you softly, then came in with a quick blow, making both of them groan.

"You’re tighter than I imagined," Pope muttered as he began to move.

You groaned and then caught your lips with him

As the impulses of Pope increased fucking you with force venting all his anger and all his passion that had at that moment.

You could only groan with force while your pussy held Pope’s cock tightly making him moan while he fucked you harder while he chewed your neck leaving spots and bruises but you didn’t care, you were enjoying and getting even more excited at the same time.

You scratched his back feeling how it was destroying your pussy and left big scratches behind his back but neither of them cared, too taken by the moment and how you were fucking so well.

"you’re fucking me so well" You whimpered and he growled as he felt your pussy tighten even more around his cock two more shots and made you come then follow you by wheel cumming inside.

"the best sex of my life" he murmured as he joined your lips with hers again.

Pope still had his dick inside you and you felt it was getting hard again and you moaned as you were watching and stroked his hair.

"Round two?" He whispered and you smiled nodding

[despairots]

could you do a story where miles from earth-42 and our miles are twins and we cant decide which one we like better as we like both of them? you can write the story however you want to!

━━━━━━━━ if i were you, i’d do me.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! hacker! reader x earth42! miles morales. fluff and if you like squint really really hard you’ll find angst. 18 and above please dni, unless your my moot or something… i forgot to change my requests to open but u can send me requests (only abt atsv) just like be patient cuz im daydreaming and shit 🙏

pls ignore the title its nothing suggestive i was braindead and was listening to my saved audios on tiktok this was thw first one on my saved so el oh el 🤕 i gotta keep my writing grind up. keep in mind that earth 1610 miles will keep beinf spiderman and earth 42 will keep being prowler. if y dont know sliver wolf from hsr, switch her up cuz reader is heavily based off of her

this’ll be left on a cliffhanger cuz like idk i just dont wanna make another part and sometimes things are better off with cliffhangers since you guys have creative minds you can come up with your own scenarios

where in a dimension, earth42 and earth1610 miles morales are twins, may look the same but have completely different hairstyles and different personalities also another weird, interesting fact, you’re a sucker for twins, especially them.

interesting fact about you, specifically you, is that you almost got caught by the government when hacking into their system to steal some information.

and of course, them having connections to spiderman, told him to go after this hacker who causes a lot of trouble for the government.

miles morales obviously being under that mask and friends with this hacker who knew that you hated authority (yes, you’re an anarchist), didn’t bother doing anything, probably just telling you to stop messing with them.

on the other hand, his twin bother, myles morales, encourages this behaviour. polar opposites but two cuties, and you, who got roped into romance with them.

“[name], what’d i say about hacking the government?” miles scolded you as you chewed on bubblegum with your feet propped onto your desk, holographic screens in front of you.

“i don’t know, me forgot.” you nonchalantly shrugged, spinning your chair to go back to your screens and swiping left to play the weeknd.

miles spinning you back and placing his arms on your arm rests, too close to your liking.

you smirked with a light scoff, “your brother likes it.” miles rolls his eyes at the mention of him, “i don’t care what he likes.” he snapped back, obviously lying.

miles leaned back with a sigh, “god, what am i gonna do with you?” “maybe get off my ass.” you muttered, not knowing if miles heard that, to which he did.

“i’m sorry, what?”

you jumped at that, quickly shooting your arms up and trying to find excuses, opening your mouth like a fish.

your voice’s overlapped eachother, unable to hear his twin brother opening the door to your room, mask off and everything.

he looked at you who kept stumbling on words.

miles spider sense went off and looked at the entrance, seeing the one guy who encourages your behaviour, “what - what did you tell them?” myles smirked and shrugged.

“i didn’t say anything, bro.” he placed his claws on your bed and sat down on it, “i am not your bro.” miles chuckled and sat down on your bean bag.

“um actually-“

“shut up.”

“cope.” you playfully stuck your tongue out at miles who smiled and rolled his eyes, god you loved his smile. i mean, what?

you don’t love them, boo, you hate them.

“dude, tell [name] that if i don’t catch the ‘hacker’ i’m gonna get my ass kicked.” miles and his brother made eye contact, “i hope you do.” myles replied with a playful tone.

miles threw his hands up, “you guys are actually evil.” you laughed at his comment, “we’re actually vigilantes.” myles pointed out, patting his brother’s shoulder (the bean bag literally beside your bed).

you smiled at the two with light pigment on your cheeks, “i really wanna kiss you guys—“ you paused your sentence with embarrassment, realizing you were saying your thoughts out loud.

the two paused and looked at you, blinking, “eso es adorable, amor—“ “get out.”

“¿qué dijiste, amor?”

“i hate you guys. kill yourselves. espero que te resbales y te caigas en tu próxima misión.” you rolled your eyes and buried your face into your hands as the two twins looked at eachother.

“you don’t mean that, amor.” you groaned at the nickname the two labelled you. it made you want to giggle, twirl your hair and kick your feet like a schoolgirl.

you blushed when you felt an arm sneak around your neck, hugging you against your chair with their head beside your ear, “te gustamos los dos, ¿verdad, amor?”

god, you couldn’t choose between the two.

[name] when they keep getting teased and literally cannot deal with it.

[blackdollette]

hello! this "request" is a bit different. I wanted to know your headcanons about favorite sex positions for each rory character and what sort of kinks you think they have?

yess!!

"my position couldn't stop."

stargirl interlude. - lana del rey & the weeknd

contents: mentions of blood, extremely sexual content (duh.), many different kinks

charlie walker

he would definitely love doggystyle

he'd pull out his camera and record as he pounded into you from behind

he would play it back whenever he was alone and jerk off to it

sex always looked so good from his view, so he just couldn't help it

i feel like he would like reverse cowgirl too

he doesn't really mind if he gets to see your face or not

if he was fucking you as ghostface, then he would definitely have some sort of degration kink

and he'd enjoy breath play

holding your throat as he abused your little hole, hearing as your breath hitched in your throat as he completely fucked your brain out

chris kenton

seeing your face is a must

so missionary, cowgirl, or mirror sex are his go-to positions

he just wants to make sure that he's making you feel good

he'd be focusing more on your face than anything else, trying to find out what works and what doesn't

but he also loves to see your body at the right angle, so doggystyle works for him too once he gets more comfortable

and he's the type to get everything nice and fancy in preparation

he goes all out with candles, roses, lingerie, you name it

everything is so loving and affectionate with him with a slight hint of praise kink

clyde

he lovessss missionary

having your legs resting on his shoulder as he pounded into you

and you looking into his eyes was enough to make him run wild

he'd take a hit of a joint and put it in your mouth right after

things are either very fast-paced or slow and sloppy. no inbetween

most times you can hear how wet you're getting

he literally doesn't know when to stop

so yeah, he has an overstimulation kink

he just keeps on going until both of you are completely unable to think of anything other than each other

dan cooper

my sweet little danny

he loves watching you take charge

so his favourite position is cowgirl

he gets a perfect view of your body as it moves on top of him

he turns into a whimpering mess so quickly

its pretty obvious that he has a mommy kink

but I feel like he'd also love using toys

blindfolds, rope, gag, and his favourite: vibrators

they took things to a whole new level

and you two went at it like rabbits all night long

euronymous

somedays, he liked to be in charge, putting you in missionary or doggystyle

but sometimes, he liked seeing as you rode him, struggling to take all his length

you'd be moving your hips as fast as you could, trying to keep your composure

but then he'd grab your hips and start moving them for you, showing you how its done

he loved edging, overstimulating, and making you sob

he absolutely loved making your makeup run as you begged to cum

and how your body trembled as it got too much for you

and he'd also call you things like "bitch, whore, slut" etc.

but you loved it because you knew that he said it with love

jack thurlow

missionary.

the idea of your legs on his shoulders, him pinning your arms above your head as he watched as you squirmed underneath him did wonderful things to his body

he would go so fast and so hard, loving the sound of your skin slapping together

and he would for sure have a blood kink

he'd carve his initials into your thigh as his head was in between your legs

he would trace over the blood with his thumb, smudging it just a little

and he'd mark you up everywhere

leaving a trail everywhere he went

like whenever he's in missionary position, his head is in your neck, sucking the skin harshly

aftercare would be sharing a cigarette in bed, probably listening to music if the vibe was right

kappa

this guy loves doggystyle omg

watching your ass recoil as he fucked you from behind fueled him tremendously

he loved the idea of destroying you

making you forget how to speak and marking you up completely.

he'd 100% have a bondage kink

making sure your wrists were tied together to stop you from getting in the way of his plans

and sometimes he would stuff a ball gag into your mouth, preventing you from whining as he overstimulated you

he would literally never get tired

this guy could go on for hours without taking a breath

and he'd be so vocal too

talking you through your orgasms and degrading you just a little

ollie sway

slow and sensual in missionary or cowgirl is the way to go

and you better believe that he'd play some old record in the background too

he'd light up candles and wait until the sun was setting at the perfect angle before finally getting down with you

he totally turns into a perfectionist when it comes to having sex

but he already thinks youre perfect, so he doesn't have to worry at all

he has a breeding kink. (hear me out yall)

just thought of him slowly filling you up with his seed until you were completely filled up made his body heat up

and he loved to watch it all drip out of you slowly, sometimes even sucking it out and kissing you after

but yeah, the main point is that he'd never want to hurt you at all

he often fucked you so gently that you could just fall asleep right there

and he'd always perform aftercare

ideally having a nice warm bath with you

and he'd praise you all night

telling you how much he loved you.

author's note: i love these types of requests omg. I'm working on previous ones still (dont worry, i havent forgotten abt yall)

[siasthoughts]

« ADRENALINE »

CONCEPT; YOU WERE A NEW, YOUNG HIRE IN THE ORGANIZATION, AND RYU WAS ASSIGNED AS YOUR TRAINER.

TOPICS/CONTENTS; AGE GAP IN MIND . ORAL . GAGGING . P IN V . PRAISING . FEM!READER . MAYBE OOC? . DRUNK S3X . WITH PLOT 😔

LISTEN... i know i'm way more into dom!reader but these type of men got me bringing out my switch side 😍

WORD COUNT; 1.7K (forgot to add 😭)

"so you're the new girl here?" a raspy voice calls out as the huge doors open, you nod, feeling intimidated by his presence. "alright, i'm ryu, no need to tell me your name, i already know." you could read the room and tell that he definitely does not want to be here, yet he takes steps toward you, running a hand through his white-streaked hair and tying it back. he takes out the sword from the sheath, the scraping metal echoing throughout the large room.

"come at me." he taunts, standing unguarded, and unbothered as he holds his sword lazily toward you. you frown at his flippant attitude, you take out your two daggers out of their own cases. you smile, thinking you can easily outdo this old man. you run with your full speed, making you seem like you flashed out of sight. you jump behind him, getting ready to stab atleast his shoulders only—

his sword meets your daggers, clanging loudly as his eyes meets yours, maintaining his nonchalant gaze. "you're fast, but so predictable." you jump back, making him face you. "and... how do you suggest i should change that?" you ask, gripping onto your daggers tightly, "don't think about your next move," he walks toward you as he rolls his shoulders, "just let your instincts drive you."

"what do you even me—" and before you could even finish your sentence, he's behind you with his arm wrapped firmly around your neck along with his sword softly grazing it—making you feel it's cold metal and sending shivers through your body. you feel his breath against your ear, mixed with yours. you gulp, bringing the thin skin of your neck slightly closer to his blade for a mere moment. "don't be so tense, it's not like i'd kill you." he whispers, "even if i wanted to, you know i couldn't."

he lets go of you, and you let out a heavy breath, leaving you breathless for a good minute. "remember, don't think." he says, going back to his original starting point, taking up his hand, and using his index and middle finger to signal you to come back too.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AFTER MULTIPLE FUTILE ATTEMPTS OF TRYING TO GET AS LITTLE AS A SCRATCH ON HIM, YOU SURRENDER.

"i... i give up!" you groan, completely breathless with your palms rested on your knees. he sighs, removing his hair tie, and letting his hair fall atop his shoulders. he walks toward one of the platforms near the stairs, and taking the quarter empty bottle, popping it open and bringing it to his mouth as his back leaned against the ledge. you wipe the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand as you walked toward him, hopping onto the ledge to sit and rest.

you peek at the bottle's label, not like you really had anything to know about alcohol, but you peeked at the label and just see the word 'rum,' "can i have some?" you ask, now looking at him. he doesn't answer until he finishes drinking, leaving half of the bottle, which is still an entire three gulps probably, "finish it if you want." he hands you the bottle without looking at you, you take it, and with only a few moments of hesitation, you drink it.

you feel it burn down your throat, though it was unexpectedly sweet, almost like caramel. you stop for a moment, staring at the label, making sure to remember it if you ever decide to buy alcohol. you don't notice, but he eyes you through the corner of his vision, observing your features and physicality. you down the remaining amount, since it was weirdly good. "thanks! i feel more... rejuvenated now." you place the bottle back down on the concrete with a clink.

you look down at him, observing him. wait, did he always look this good? his hair, rested nicely and complimented his face, or maybe it was just his aura and presence. you reach for his hair, playing with it, feeling its softness and how silky it is. he groans, keeping his arms crossed as your fingers got closer to his nape.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you don't know how you got to this point... with your hands trailing down ryu's wide back. wet sounds of your lips intertwining, along with your legs wrapped around his clothed body. you both stop the kiss, leaving only you breathless. he looks at you with the same unchanging expression, though you could feel a slight change in his demeanor. his skin was tinted with a slight pink, and desire burned in his eyes. "nobody's supposed to come back for at least another 30 minutes right?" you ask, trying to catch your breath.

he hums in response. you don't continue the conversation, since you hope that your actions will be enough to speak for themselves. your hands move to his chest, slithering down slowly to the hem of his pants and tugging at it lightly. he frowns, his eyes squinting for a brief moment along with a groan. you look down, seeing something strained against the once loose cloth, you try to keep your composure as you look back up at him. "seems like your body wants more too..."

"does it now?" he replies with an impatient tone. the alcohol ran through your veins, though ryu was almost completely sober—aside from his amazing alcohol tolerance, he barely drank from the bottle. "i want to see what type of person you are first in this type of situation..." you smiled, pushing him a bit to hop off the ledge. "do you want these lips first?" you ask, your index resting on top of your soft lips. his eyes follow, now looking at your lips then back at your eyes, "do whatever, as long as we get to the end of this..." he says somehow arrogantly, but you can see that he does want it, and more.

you let out a small, quick chuckle, getting on your knees as you untied the small cloth belt keeping his pants up, and slowly inching only the front down, making him groan and resting his onto hand on your head. you finally pull it down just enough to have his cock free, and his size casts a shadow upon your face, leaving you in awe. he looks down at you, seeing his dick almost outsizing the length of your face, he lets out a low laugh. you start to lick the body slowly, to the tip. from this specific angle, it looks even bigger.

you ignored it, as you slowly took him in, first the tip entered your mouth, earning you a husky moan from him. moving even further, he grips onto your hair and you hold onto his hips for stability as you finally take in his entire length. but you feel yourself gagging, "don't stop now." he muttered, you can tell he was aching for movement even though he didn't want to move to make you uncomfortable. you look up at him and continue.

you set a pace, starting off slow as you took it in out of your mouth, making him grit on his teeth. you hear whispers of profanity escape his lips as you started to pick up the speed, "that's it..." he chants, looking down at you as you take in his full size, and even though it hits the back of your throat and filling up your mouth, the pleasure definitely compensates for it. his moans and the lewd sounds of his progressively get louder, "oh god... i'm getting close. just- just like that..." he throws his head back, now using his hands to force your head onto his cock faster.

your throat struggles to keep up, making you gag audibly as he quickly gets faster. his hips tremble, "fuck, i'm cumming-!" he hisses, pulling out just at the right time to cum on your lips instead. you smile, looking up at him as you somehow succeeded to change his expression. his chest now rising and falling as he smiles down at you, "we're not done yet."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you now find yourself placed back on the ledge, with his body in between your legs, and his dick eagerly waiting at your entrance. his arms traps you in between them as he leans in, his mouth breathing against your ear, "are you ready?" he whispers as you feel his cock twitch against you, you hum in response. and he wastes no time, he positions himself against your pussy and slowly entering as a quiet groan leaves his lips and entering your ears like smooth butter.

you whine, feeling his cock filling you up. you never thought sex could feel this good—well you only ever had a few other experiences to compare it to—even then, this is heaven. he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you, and you secure yourself onto him by wrapping your legs back around him. his pace slowly starts to quicken, making you roll your head and eyes back, feeling it hit all your right spots. you feel a knot quickly form in your gut, and each thrust only made it tighter, and tighter.

"you're doing so well taking me." he praises, now holding your hips stable and your arms find comfort around his neck, as he pulls and pushes you toward him to match his rhythm—and this does not help your failing case. he's somehow hitting your insides even deeper now, making your throat and body emit the dirtiest noises. your voice echoes through the large room, along with the sloppy, wet noises of your skin slapping against eachother. "does it feel that good?" he smiles with a tinge of cockiness as he steadily keeps the pace.

he completely hugs you know, his arms engulfing as he moves his face onto the crook of your neck, "are you close?" he questions, quickly followed by your walls clenching around him, "i'll take that as a yes, so am i." he responds to himself as he leaves small, soft kisses on the tender skin of your neck. his grip on your body tightens as you hear his moans vibrating against your skin, "i'm so close... so close–" he mumbles when his speed peaks, you feel his fingers firmly pressing against your back.

you whimper, feeling your legs grow weaker, and feeling the knot inside you get closer to snapping. "fuck- i'm- i'm cumming-!" he takes one hand, taking himself out of you. you cry out, your legs trembling as you feel the knot finally snap along with his panting as you feel hot liquid spill onto your stomach.

and i, thank you. i finished this at 10 pm and speed read it and its not the best so... 😭

[kirammankisser]

how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader

Was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?

HOOOOLY CRAP GUYS. i went down the BIGGEST rabbit hole for this (perks of being sick and having free time)… first request!!!! (AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE MORE :)) tysm!!! and with all the background research, i cooked !!! (proofread + i tried my best to make this accurate)

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how would adam in eden treat his first wife reader?

was he an asshole before eve and lilith left him?

(no warnings, no pronouns used, but suggested you are his wife ^_^)

— in my opinion, lucifer pretty much messed with his whole love life. i think he would be much more chill than he is now. but to try and match his character, he will be a little egoistic.

you were adam’s first wife, and to him, you meant a lot.

seriously, being the first man on earth he grew to be a bit egotistical. but, you helped tone that down from him. 

you knew he thought higher of himself, but you tried to remind him that humans should all be equal.

life was wonderful in eden. after spending time in eden with him, you both realized you were falling deeply in love with each other.

“hey, i think i’m in love with you.”

adam says with a grin, and you can’t help but reply,

“me too.”

and your relationship bloomed from there. he thought you were the most wonderful woman he would ever meet.

and as a few years passed, you became adam’s wife. 

he could hardly believe it, considering how dumb he was. you were like a goddess to him. beautiful in every way, even if you didn’t think so. he would always tell you how important you are to him.

you spent days upon days with him, and you would plan various things to do.

one of your favorite activities was spending a day in the warm sun, prancing in meadows and playing in creeks.

adam just adored you, sometimes he got a little embarrassed to participate because of his somewhat  ‘manly’ ego, but if you asked him to do anything, no questions, he’d do it right away.

“babe, there’s a bunch of flowers in your hair.”

he says, gently leaning forward to pick some of the succulents out of your hair. you two sat in the meadow, as adam hummed while doing so.

“what happens when we die?”

you say curiously, and adam looks at you wide eyed.

“oh, sweetness, don’t worry ‘bout that, ‘kay?”

you silently nodded, curling close to him. the sun was starting to set.

you two shifted on your backs to look at the stars, and he listened intently as you mumbled about the different constellations.

and soon, he knew when your speech got slower, and your hands stopped pointing up at the sky, you had fallen to slumber. and he follows quickly.

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and you remained close, in love for years to come.

when it came time for death, you both succumbed.

when you made it to heaven, you were there together.

he was so happy, happy he is able to spend the rest of eternity with you.

extra / if he left you for eve + lillith (angstyyy kinda?)

when you and adam got married, you knew this wouldn’t last forever. you love him, so so much, but you knew he didn’t love you fully.

and that’s just who he was, perhaps. he was always eyeing other women, thinking he was superior to you, and seemed to become a bit short tempered around you.

and that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. you confronted him, tears in your eyes.

and he left.

left you for eve, left her for lillith.

you knew there was no end to it, but when you became an angel, you saw just how fucked up he was.

he was even worse now, somehow, and you knew it was all his wives fault.

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research/long blabber about adam’s backstory i looked up to understand him further even after rewatching hazbin 4 times…  adam’s first wife lilith married lucifer,, lilith and adam fought (as of religious text) demons =sinners and freedom with a life in heaven =exterminations lilith = left and kinda evil? adam =first man earliest of man and kinda worst of man? (according to lol more religious text blah blah blah) uprise because lilliths singing which adam took advantage of? alastor’s master = lillith..(theory i think) OH GOD IM SO CONFUSED anyways. lilith hates subservience (willingness to obey others unquestionably) that’s why she left adam?? adam =toxic masculinity. eve left to eat the apple from lucifer ADAMS EX-wife set lillith up? or what. first human. after his wife’s? he’s EXTRENELY cocky and arrogant in charge of annual extermination of sinners (because of overpopulation) is mean because he thinks it’s hilarious, who’s gonna stop him? adam thinks no one can change, and thinks heaven and hell is a great system. basically abuses his power..  lucifer had a baby with adam’s ex-wife and is indirectly responsible for adam losing out on paradise. adam didn’t eat the fordbifden fruit which is why he acts the way he does? god complex cuz he’s firsy man. lillith was the first woman in hazbin, lilith left because adam thought higher of himself. EVE ATE THE FRUIT of knowledge! i tried to use my brain to the max to make this so I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[venuswarmlight]

HEAR ME OUT, a Modern Mizu x Reader AU, But the reader is a famous singer? Sorry this is a little bit cheesy and idk what Mizu would be in this AU all i got is that the reader is a singer. I got this idea because i am a huge Swiftie and a huge Mizu worshipper soo lol

I got you, bestie. I like Taylor Swift too, and this request just makes my Vigilante Shit headcannons more canon. I ALREADY SAID IT, BUT I'LL DO IT AGAIN. (Don't worry I'll make it large and full of details just for you<3)

Modern! Mizu × Singer! Reader

Warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, I guess. Mizu being a cutie patootie with you.

Summary: You wrote a song for Mizu, thinking about her last relationship with the ex-principal of your University.

PD: This is headcannons+mini-fanfic, I'll do my best. <3 (let's pretend that I'm not a fan of Reputation and Midnight)

Let's start really slow before we get to the juicy point(you can scroll to the end if you don't want to read aaall of this). Mizu would be studying Civil/Mechanical Engineering (don't know how to say it in English). And the University she's in is one of the best of the country, so the campus would be huge, and it would have a lot of buildings and areas, she does the mobthly payment on her own, and she also has a little help on her dad when she's too busy with her part time job.

She has an amazing music taste, The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey, Laufey, she listens to Pop, Rock, Alternatives and ofc Arctic Monkeys. She also listens to you, but only the popular ones, since you're not like a big deal for her. (SHE REALLY LIKES YOU IN SECRET)

But then, she heard that you were moving to this state just to finish your career since you're a bit busy with your musical career. She doesn't get surprised, she doesn't believe it, her reaction is just like “Oh really? That's amazing.” with sarcasm on it

It was lunch time, Mizu was eating peacefully while hearing all of the news and updates Ringo was telling her of his day, something casual, she had to adapt to his common behavior. They were on a bench, looking at the football game they had in front.

“And the teacher was sooo mad because this girl got late, and they started arguing, and— Oh! Did you heard that (y/n) is gonna study here? I'm so excited to know her! I love her music, and she's so beautiful, and...” Ringo couldn't stop talking about you, which made Mizu roll her eyes as she finishes her coffee.

“Okay, I get it Ringo.” She said, her face was neutral, not believing it.

“I think tomorrow is when she's arriving, do you think she's like in the photos?” He blushed, slightly.

“Uhm..” Mizu imagined the celebrity getting off her car and walking inside the building, then getting drowned and breaked into pieces by the fans and other people that just know her because of her looks. “If she doesn't end dead, maybe.”

The same night, she stalked your account, your biography in Wikipedia and EVERYTHING, basically.. She realized that Ringo wasn't lying, it was on the news, everyone knew it. That's when her heart went on the floor because if you were gonna transfer into this University, it meant: a massive crowd of people wanting to get inside. “Ewww, people” She thought.

It didn't looked like, but she was kickin' her feet and giggling of excitement, the fact that you would be near to her, makes her sick.

The next day, she did what she didn't do every day. She brushed her hair, took a bath after 6 days of focusing on studying, put on the best hoodie she got from Akemi, her favorite pair of shoes, everything. But acted like nothing happened, like she wasn't screaming inside to see you.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Taigen asked, as he looked at Mizu's persona, who was really... Pretty, not like other days.

“Like what?” She replied, her eyes were looking for you in the University alley's, but you were not there.

“Like you're gonna fuck with someone.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Then she chopped his bangs off.

She did know what Taigen was talking about.

The night came and everyone was in their dorms, in the whole day, the only thing that people was talking about was you. It made her sick, like, c'mon you're just a singer, what's the matter?

Then, she hears someone knocking her door, she gets up from the couch and goes to open it, her lazy was all on her body

“Wha-?” She didn't finished, her jaw falled onto the floor, surprised.

It was you. (Y/n) the Music Industry. Her heartbeat went fast, her hands started trembling and flickering, her beautiful blue eyes opened like plates, it was impossible.

“Hello! They told me this is my dorm, and I have to share it with.. You. ” You showed the card and the directions, gently, with a sweet smile on your face. “Your name is Mizu, right?”

Mizu was still in shock, but recovered fast, she went to her natural face again and nodded. “Yes, what's yours?”

“(y/n), nice to meet you!” You took your bags and entered with confidence. “Uhm- I thought you would scream and go wild, but happily you did not.. So, if you don't know, I'm a Popstar, and I work with music, so I hope it doesn't disturb you.”

Mizu just closed the door, slowly, watching you get inside and getting comfortable, her mouth slightly opened. “No.. not at all.”

Now that you're roommates, she has to deal with Ringo and Akemi fangirling about you all the time and asking Mizu if they can take pictures with you. It pisses her off because you're just a human... And because she feels like she's the only one that can do that(possesive and protective)

She's normal about it on the outside, but fangirls too in the inside. Not like you imagined.

As the times goes on, she introduces you to her friend group (Akemi, Ringo, and the fool of Taigen)

They're nice to you and you always hangout together, it's like a dream come true to Ringo, that is like a bodyguard to you, he's always protecting you and making sure you're okay... And asks you to sign his albums and photocards and the whole merchandising.

You start getting more connected with Mizu, and shes now the only one who knows all of your exes, your future albums, your songs and why you wrote them, it's like Mizu and you are besties. Best friends.

Mizu didn't knew when, but she was falling in love with you.

She loved your eyes, your body, your voice, she loves when she hears your voice echoing in your room, she loves hearing you okay the guitar, she loves the fact that she's so important to you, she loves how shy you get with your fans, she loves you. She does.

And you do too. You love how good she is with you, you love that she sees you as a person and not as a singer. You love her eyes, you love her silence, you love cuddling with her, you love how she priories you over everything. She's the best for you.

One day, she told you about this guy that was her fiance, two years ago, He was the Principal of the University but now was just the teacher of Veterinary medicine. How dumb.

You were mad. You could not believe what he put her through. You were in her bed, hugging her as she was on her knees in front of you, crying and getting vulnerable with you, for the first time ever, her eyes were crystalized in tears, her nose was reddish and her face was so warm and weak, your fingers were cleaning her tears rolling through her cheeks, while you saw her lips moving and telling you everything.

It was a mix of “Omg Mizu is so sexy when she cries” and “I want to kill that motherfucker” vibes.

You could do nothing about it... But making a song.

You worked day and night, wrote the lyrics, made the rythm, you did everything just to make it sound sexy but angry at the same time, like the vibes you felt when comforting her. Because let's be honest, she's too good for a man, she needs something better.

She needs a woman.

When you got summer vacations, you published the song, and made a concert in a Stadium.

That day was a bit stressful, there was TOO MUCH people in the campus, your suit was too tight, your make up felt heavy, but you were not leaving this.

You sang a few songs before the main could be presented, Mizu was in the VIP zone with her friends, she was excited to be there, to admire you.

“Picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife.” You cooed, you left hand was on a chair and the other holding the mic, your boot tracing an oval in the floor, and the flashes were pointing at you, it was your peak.

“And she looks so pretty. ” Your body turned a bit at the side, your leg stumped so hard on the chair anyone could hear it “Driving in your Benz.”

“Lately she's been dressing for revenge.” Then, your free hand passed through your body from your chest to your mount venus, your expression was the same of an orgasm, you let out a little moan, seductively, the public went crazy, screaming and getting wild.

From mizu's pov, when you released the new album, she listened to all of the songs, and played them on streaming apps everytime she could.

When she heard this one, she immediately downloaded it, it became her favorite, she never told you, but she was loving it.

But, listening close to the lyrics she realized You were talking about her and what she told you.

She would be shock first, then a bit angry because you took her situation just to make money, to see it like “Omg so (y/n) made this for me”

She felt harder for you.

When she was watching you at the stage, she couldn't stop feeling a warm spot on her core, her cheeks getting hot and her lip getting bitten.

You looked really good in that suit, it made you look sensual.

After the show, Mizu went on backstage and hugged you so hard, then, you both looked into each other's eyes, connecting souls, Mizu was so focused on you, your body, your face, your escense. She was honestly in love with the idea of you.

Relationship Headcannons.

When she confesses to you, she does it in a casual moment.

Just imagine the two of you super cozy in the couch, watching a movie, then, you make visual contact, and then kiss.

She wouldn't say “Im in love with you”. But she'd let you know, cause' when you know, you know.

She would give you a bouquet of flowers with a “I want to be your girlfriend” note. When you receive it, you'll nod at her and kiss her passionately, your heart going faster.

Since then, you wouldn't use your bedroom to sleep anymore, you would sleep with her every night, and every night is kissing and cuddling, if not, hugging and laughing, if not, just smiling at you, but Mizu is not letting you go anywhere.

She's too obsessive with you, to the point she would know when do you poop and when you get hungry.

Your first dates are private and in public just holding hands.

When you make it official, you let a paparazzi take a picture of you sitting in Mizu's legs while kissing, her hand on your ass.

Or maybe, it would be like the Kylie Kenner and Travis photo, where you're kissing at a party or sum place and Mizu realizes someone's taking a picture, so she does the middle finger thing.

Anyways, your relationship is hugely healthy, she's always working on making you feel relaxed and fine.

She also learns how to play guitar just to help you with your songs (like in Enchanted from Taylor Swift or Brooklyn Baby from LDR)

She's too private when it comes to arguments and problems. She's not letting anyone in your relationship, she always solve it when you're home.

She's always marking territory, with a hand on your waist or holding your hand. If she feels jealous she'll kiss you right there.

Mizu is the type of girlfriend that loves to talk to you with the eyes since she's bad at talking, be prepared for that.

Sometimes she will not be in the best mood. Mizu can avoid you for days and getting more distant if you insist on asking her why. She needs her space too.

If you're patient and stay by her side without being too dependient, you'll have her head over heels.

Always supporting you on the stage.

Always taking care of you and protecting you.

Always loving you.

[judysxnd]

OK girl we need some sexy time with pedro × reader . Write it how you like for us💋❤

OKAY the other day I just said to someone that I wasn’t comfortable writing smut and all, but im going to try to go as further as possible. Also, I am listening to “double fantasy” by The Weeknd (oh my god I love him so much) as I write this.

Update: OH MY- OH MY GOD!!!! I can’t believe it!! I dit it!!! And I like it!! Also I didn’t really know if you were actually asking for smut, so I did it anyway. I’m so proud of me for being able to write sexual content. I am still not that comfortable doing it though, but for now it is manageable.

Minors, please do not engage, +18 only!

Warnings: sexual content

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It’s both your day off today. And it’s been like that for almost two weeks. Taking two weeks off was very much needed, knowing all the work you’ve both been doing. You were exhausted, it was the least you could say. The first week, you left. You both really needed to disconnect a little. The second week, you just decided to chill home.

Today was Wednesday, and, not going to lie, you were bored. You got up around 10am, Pedro not so long after.

“What are wee going to do today?” You asked, as you were making coffee for the both of you. Pedro was next to you, leaning on the counter.

“I have no idea” he yawned

“Here” you said, giving him his coffee

“Thank you mama” he smiled. He kissed your cheek, which made you blush. You both headed outside, enjoy the warmth of the sun.

You had lunch around 1pm, then you decided to tan a little while Pedro was reading a book next to you.

“Damn” You heard Pedro say. You were laying on your stomach so you couldn’t really see what he was doing.

“What?” You felt a hand move the strap of your bathing suit a little

“You- how did you tan so fast?” You laughed

“Monoï”

“Mon- what?”

“It’s an oil, that makes you tan faster”

“Wait- you’re literally putting oil on to cook yourself?” you both laughed

“If you say it like that- well yeah”

“Why didn’t you take your top off?”

“What?” You said turning to face him

“You know, not to have strap marks”

“I don’t mind them”

“Oh okay”

“And I’m not really a fan of public nudity”

“Public?” He laughed “who’s there to look at you?”

“Well you, but if I start tanning without the top off here, it’s not to put it back on somewhere else, there’s no point in doing it either way”

“Wh- me? I literally see you naked-” you smirked

“If you just want me to take it off just say it” you sat in front of him. His eyes wondered on your body, obviously on your breasts, then back to your eyes.

“Okay, take it off then” not moving your eyes from his, your hands slowly started to undo the knots of the straps of your bathing suit. First the one on your back, than the one on your neck, which made you top fall off.

“Happy?” His eyes scanned every inch of you. His stood up, and got closer to you. He lifted your chin up.

“Very happy” he smirked. Putting your hands on his waist, you stood up.

“Now it’s my turn to be happy” he smiled. “Take off your shirt” licking his lips, he took his shirt off. “The shorts too”

“Hm hm, it’s not your turn anymore”

“Wh- well that’s not fair, you’re wearing more clothes than m-” he cut you off

“Take the bottom off”

“Only if you take the shorts off first”

“That’s not how it works” you looked at him with a surprised expression

“Oh this is how it is going to work though” you stared intensely at each other. He finally gave in, seeing you were not moving, and took his shorts off. He was left in his underpants, that were showing his bulge. Looking at him up and down, you put your hands on his chest, slowly going down, but Pedro stopped you.

“Cariño, es tu turno” (darling, it’s your turn) oh he went Spanish mode. He knew the effect it had on you. But you also know what it means for him. He is long gone. It made you smirk. Both of your hands on your waist, you slowly took off your the rest of your bathing suit off.

“Bueno, sabes lo que tienes que hacer” (okay, you know what you have to do) you added. He did not expect that one for sure. When he spoke Spanish to you, you could cum right here and then. But it was the same for him. Speaking his native language? Oh my- it was a turn on.

“Qué estás haciendo princesa” (what are you doing princess) he said in a low voice. You smiled.

“Sabes lo que estoy haciendo” (you know what I am doing) you said, your right hand travelling on his chest and stomach, and even playing with the hem of his underwear. And that was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He put his hands on your waist and grabbed you. It made you squeal. He put you on his shoulders and headed inside the house.

“Oh you want to play? Okay let’s see” he said, slapping you ass at the occasion. Once in the bedroom, he put you on the bed. You were out of breath. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you at the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you, his hands going higher and higher. “We’ll see how long you can hold” he smirked.

He started kissing your thighs, slowly going up to your core. You straighten up a little so you could look at him. Your right hand went into his hair. He looked at you for a second, then he started to work on you.

“Already wet and I barely touched you.” He said, his hands now traveling on your body, from you breasts, to your waist, and licking your pussy at the same time. Oh he knew what he was doing. You threw your head back, closing your eyes, mouth open. His tongue was perfect.

“P-Pedro please” he stopped for a second, which made you whine a little.

“What was that sweetheart?” You looked at him. He was teasing you.

“Can we skip this and go to the part where you actually fuck me?” You tried teasing too. It could work and send him to the edge too, therefore he would actually fuck you, or, he would take his revenge and make him tease you even more and longer.

“Eres impaciente mi amor” (you are impatient my love) he smirked. He slightly got up to kiss you passionately, while his right hand went to your pussy, continuing what he had started. It made you moan in the kiss. “Yeah that’s it” he said, looking at you taking his fingers. “You’re getting close isn’t it” you kept moaning. “I need you to answer baby doll”

“Y-yes” Your arms started to shake. They couldn’t support you anymore, it was getting too much. Pedro put his left hand on you back, holding you more.

“Not just yet” he said as he started to plant kisses in your neck, making it extremely difficult to contain your orgasm.

“I-I can’t” he suddenly removed his fingers. It made you gasp due to sudden stop and lack of touch. You looked at him, confused and panting. He got up and started to lick his fingers.

“You taste so good” you smirked. He then left to the bathroom. You laid down on the bed waiting for him. You could still feel your orgasm being near, so you started to touch yourself. Biting your lips, you closed your eyes. It felt so good. Pedro saw what you were doing. As much as he liked it, right now, he didn’t want you to cum just yet. You suddenly felt a hand holding yours. “Darling, you know it drives me crazy when you do that”

“What, I can’t play too?” You sat up, and saw that he was holding a condom in his right hand. He smiled at what you said. He opened the condom, while you took his briefs off. After he put the condom on, you laid back on the bed as Pedro placed himself above you.

You placed both your hands on his cheeks, looking at him. You could see the lust in his eyes. Your thumb was caressing his lips. You felt the mood change. As it was playful before, you felt the sexual tension rise even more, but being more sensual then before. You kissed him languorously.

“You’re ready?” He asked you, staring into your eyes. You nodded. “I need words princesa”

“Yes I am ready”

“Stop me if it hurts, at any point” you smiled. He was just too sweet. Despite what you were doing, he would always be very careful with you. You love that about him. You love everything about him. You kissed him again. He slowly entered you, burning sensation spreading all over your body. After a few seconds of adjusting, for the both of you, Pedro started to go back and forth, slowly at first. His head in your neck, he started to moan as well.

“Oh yes- it just- you feel so good” you managed to say between moans. One hand on his back, another in his hair, every part you touched were sending him to the edge. At some point his movements started to get faster meaning he was close. His right hand was working on your clit at the same time, giving you a full experience, and getting you closer each second.

“Wait for me mama” he said, kissing your neck a little, feeling the vibration of his moans against your skin.

“P-Pedro, I-I’m”

“me too” you both climaxed, close to one an other. You were both breathing heavily. You lifted his head, smiling. You kissed him as long as you could. After that, he laid next to you.

“I wouldn’t mind a shower now” you said. It was a hot day, adding the heat from the session, refreshing was a good idea. He looked at you.

“Round 2?” You smiled

“Okay” you got up and went into the bathroom, followed very closely by Pedro. The shower might not be as refreshing as it could be.