#i have more but this is getting way too long

[yoongelectric]

Signs - Lando Norris

— do your damn best to figure it out

pairing: lando norris x reader, established relationship

genre: angst, smut

warnings: p in v, oral (both receiving), fingering, miscommunication, insecurities, body image issues, praise kink, breeding kink, soft dom!lando, sub!reader

notes: I don't think I need to clarify this, but just in case, this is the reader's pov, what y/n describes is not necessarily what Lando feels or thinks!!!

Your relationship with Lando was new, you had started dating 3 months ago but you had made it official last month, everything was perfect, well, almost everything, Lando was an attentive, affectionate boyfriend, always remembering everything about you, doing the impossible to make you happy, surprising you with thoughtful gifts and making your life easier in every way. The conversations between you flowed easily, you could spend hours talking about any topic and laughing non-stop, you got along well with his friends and he with yours, everyone said you were made for each other and you thought so too.

The only problem between you was sex, Lando wasn't bad, quite the opposite, he always put your pleasure above his, making sure you came before him and he was very attentive during aftercare. The problem was that no matter what you did you didn't seem to be able to turn him on, to make him lose control, you weren't even sure you were capable of satisfying him. You had tried everything, grinding on him as you were about to fall asleep, walking around the house in your underwear, leaning over in a not-so-subtle way, even trying to make him feel jealous with his friends, nothing seemed to make him snap, to make him fuck you like he meant it. When you had sex, he wouldn’t talk to you, or compliment you, or moan, or even grunt or take labored breaths. And don’t even think about asking you to touch him, or kiss him, or suck him off.

At the beginning of your relationship you didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking he was just shy and you needed to get to know each other better, but now you were starting to overthink things, did he really like having sex with you? Or was he just doing it because it was part of the relationship? Did he even really find you attractive? Or would he prefer a girl with a better body? With bigger tits, or a better ass? Sure, his dick got hard when you two had sex and Iando fucked you almost every day, but there was nothing to indicate that he was exactly crazy about you.

you really tried not to think about it, to convince yourself that they were just ideas in your head, but you saw how it affected your relationship more and more, pushing you away from him without realizing it, losing trust in your bond, every time lando touched you the only thing that went through your head was if he really wanted you.

and here you were, he was sitting next to you, the movie on the tv long forgotten while your boyfriend kissed your neck, caressing your waist trying to get you closer to him, and an idea came to your head, would he try harder if you make him beg for it?

"lando, i'm not in the mood right now" you said gently pushing him by his chest

You felt his hand leave your waist, the kisses on your neck stopping

"It's okay, love, let's watch the movie" your boyfriend smiled at you carefree, unaware of the storm of thoughts in your mind.

you huffed annoyed, of course, he really didn't care, you crossed your arms over your chest, unconsciously leaning towards the other side of the couch

"something's wrong, y/n?" your boyfriend looked at you with concern, his brow furrowed in confusion, you simply shook your head

"are you mad at me?" lando paused the movie turning to you

"i'm not mad, lando"

"you sure?" he placed his hand on your thigh but you were quick to move your leg

"i'm fine" you said without even looking at him, lando nodded, putting the movie back on.

that was enough, he couldn't even tell that you weren't okay, nothing was okay. you stood up frustrated rushing to your room and sitting on your bed, what else could you do? nothing seemed to work and you were getting tired of thinking something could change

in a matter of seconds lando entered the room hesitantly, kneeling in front of you trying to grab your hand

"why don't you like fucking me, lando?" the words were out of your mouth before you could think

"what do you mean? i love fucking you, love" your boyfriend sat down next to you, not really knowing what to do

"don't lie, i can tell" you said looking at him for the first time since you started talking

"i don't know what you're talking about, you were the one who told me you weren't in the mood 2 minutes ago"

what was so hard for him to understand?

"Yeah, but you didn't insist, it's the same for you to do it or not"

Your boyfriend's confused face was more evident every second, he had no idea where all this was coming from

"Baby, why would I insist? What's going on?"

"What's going on? I feel like you don't want me Lando, you don't say anything when we have sex, I don’t know if I look hot, if it feels good, I don't know absolutely anything about what's going on in your head, if you like it or not, what do you you want from me? you're always so calm, it seems like you're forced to do it, as if it were part of a job, you're never rough with me, you don't seem to need me like I need you, god, Lando, we've been together for 3 months and you've never even asked me to suck your cock" Your words were faster than your thoughts, and when you finished speaking you had to take a deep breath.

"Do you really think that's how things are?" You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "y/n, you should’ve told me that sooner. I never thought you'd want me to do those things."

"It doesn't really matter. It's just silly anyway."

You don't know exactly what you said that changed Lando's attitude completely. His eyes darkened and his body tensed. You don't know how, but you ended up with your back on the mattress and Lando kneeling between your legs.

"Do you think it's silly?" He said, caressing your thighs, making your pajama shorts ride up. "That I'm such a shitty boyfriend that I can't make my girlfriend feel enough?"

Lando leaned over you, placing kisses on your belly.

"I have the hottest girlfriend in the world, and I'm making her have second thoughts." Your boyfriend moved up to kiss your inner thighs. "I can't accept this, y/n."

You were speechless. You'd never seen him like this before. His gaze was piercing on you, his eyes, once a bluish-green, were almost black from his dilated pupils. His voice was hoarse with a mixture of lust and anger. You didn't trust what could come out of your mouth if you spoke now.

Lando pulled away from you momentarily, standing beside you as he unbuttoned and removed his pants and shirt. He was left in only his boxers. You could see the outline of his already hard member, pressing against the fabric of his underwear. He took your hand, making you sit up and positioning it on his cock.

"See what you do to me? Do you really think you don't turn me on? That I don't want your lips on me? I think about that all the time, how good it would feel, how pretty you would look with your mouth full of my cock, always thought you wanted me doing all the work, but since you want it so bad…”

He released his member from its confinement, giving it a few pumps before placing it on your lips.

"Open your mouth."

And you did as he said, wrapping your lips around the tip, circling the sensitive area with your tongue.

Lando held your hair in a ponytail, forcing you to look into his eyes, his jaw was tense, his brow slightly furrowed, and you could feel his member pulsing in the wetness of your mouth.

"So beautiful as always, so good for me, can you take more?"

You nodded, taking him further in your mouth until the tip pressed against the back of your throat, your hand holding what you couldn't fit in.

The moan Iando let out when you swallowed, making the walls of your throat contract around his cock, filled your chest with satisfaction. His head fell back, his grip on your hair tightening. You pumped your head, testing the waters, while simultaneously moving your hand in the opposite direction. Noticing the pleasure he was feeling in his body language, you couldn't help but moan, finally having what you'd wanted for so long. The vibrations unconsciously made him push his member further into your mouth, seeking more of what you were giving him.

You rested your hands on his thighs, letting him fuck your mouth to his heart's content.

"Is this what you wanted, y/n? To see me completely at your mercy? I've always been. I could do this all fucking day."

Lando guided you on his cock, thrusting in and out of your mouth. You felt the muscles in his legs tense beneath your hands. His eyes squeezed shut. You knew he was about to cum. You wanted nothing more than to have his seed on your tongue, to know that you were the one who could make him feel this way. But just as he was about to finish, he pulled out of your mouth, tapping his cock against your lips a few times, moving it from side to side like a lipstick.

"God, you're going to be the death of me. You look so beautiful."

"Lando, please, cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you." You were surprised by how husky and needy your voice came out, but you didn't care. You just wanted to make him feel good.

Your boyfriend shook his head. "I'd love to, maybe another day, but today I want to cum inside your pussy. I want you to know you're mine, all mine."

"Take off your clothes." You timidly removed your shorts and oversized t-shirt, leaving you in only your lace panties in front of him. A little self-conscious, as you lay down on the bed, you bent your legs and placed your hands over your stomach and breasts, trying to cover yourself a little. It wasn't the first time you were naked in front of Iando, obviously, but it was the first time you'd seen him like this, his gaze fixed on your body, scanning you without missing a single inch. He carefully placed your arms at your sides. "Don't cover yourself, I’ve already seen all of you, princess." He opened your legs, kneeling between them, and leaned in to kiss you deliberately, slowly but firmly, taking the time to taste each other's lips. "y/n, fuck, I want to eat you whole" he said going down to place wet kisses on your neck, your jaw, your earlobe, chills ran down your spine as you tightened your legs around his hips and held on tightly to his shoulders, your nails leaving marks on his tanned skin

His kisses moved down to your breasts. Lando licked one of your nipples while massaging your other boob with his hand. Your back arched at the contact, silently begging for more. You could feel his impossibly harder member prodding your inner thigh, making your pussy clench.

"Lando," you tried to get his attention, unsure of what you were about to say.

"Mhmm?" He looked up at you, nodding slightly for you to continue as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently.

"Please, do something, touch me" Lando laughed softly as he moved to your other breast, placing kisses over it before repeating his previous actions.

You could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties, the need in your core almost painful.

"Iando, please," you begged, pulling at his hair to make him look at you once more.

"Are you in a hurry?" He mocked, but complied with your wishes, gently biting your hipbone before removing your panties in one swift motion, running his fingers over your heat, hissing as he realized how wet you were. He leaned down, leaving a long lick over your core, holding your thighs open tightly so he could pleasure you however he wanted, your hand instinctively in his hair, keeping him from moving away.

"So good, I could eat this pussy all day." He sucked your clit with his lips while drawing circles around your hole with his fingers, teasing you.

Moan after moan left your mouth. He was making you feel so good. You hated how he could take you apart and put you back together in a second, ruining you for anyone else.

His tongue working wonders on your pussy, a mixture of your juices and his drool dripping down your skin, which Iando was quick to lick back, not wasting a single drop of what you were giving him.

"Baby, I want more, please."

Your boyfriend was quick to carefully insert two fingers inside you, hooking them upwards and pumping them slowly. The stimulation made you almost scream in pleasure, your legs trying to close over his head.m, Lando pressed your hips into the mattress to keep you still. "Love, please, I'm so close." He knew it perfectly well. Your pussy contracted again and again around his fingers, he could feel the muscles in your thighs tense under his touch. He forced himself against his own wishes and pulled away from you before you could reach your high.

Before you could protest, he put your legs over one of his shoulders, sliding his cock inside you without warning. Both of you moaning at the same time at the feeling of finally being connected, when he was completely inside you, he kept still until you got used to him.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how full of me you are? How hard you make me?" Lando growled when his words made you clench around his member.

"Fuck me, please, Lando." You pushed your hips against his, trying to feel more of him. Your boyfriend pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside, then slammed his hips down on you hard. "God, love, just like that." Your knuckles were white from how tightly you were gripping the sheets, trying to hold onto something.

"So beautiful, like you were made for me." The rhythm Iando kept was reckless, pounding into you mercilessly, hitting all the right spots. "I love you so much, I love fucking you. Sometimes it's all I can think about. How beautiful you look when I fuck you stupid on my dick." He licked his thumb, pressing it over your clit, drawing random shapes until he almost brought you to the limit. "Cum on my cock, Y/N. Show me how beautiful you look when you come undone in my arms."

His words were driving you crazy. There wasn't a single coherent thought in your head; you just moaned his name over and over again, begging, not knowing exactly for what. Suddenly a wave of euphoria invaded you, as you reached your climax, white dots invading your vision, you felt like you were in heaven, seconds that seemed like hours as a sense of bliss overtook you

The look of pleasure on your face was enough for Iando to reach his high as well, painting your walls with his white seed, you hissed at the overstimulation as your boyfriend began to lazily fuck his cum inside you before pulling out and lying down beside you.

"Are you okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek.

You nodded tiredly; you felt like all the energy had been sucked out of your body.

"I'm sorry for making you feel insecure. I guess I never realized what your needs really were." You could see the guilt creeping into his eyes.

You smiled, snuggling into his side. "It's okay. I should have told you sooner, and certain insecurities of mine didn't help either."

"Well, it's my job as your boyfriend to help you forget all that. I don't want you to ever think for a second that I don't want you."

You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, resting your head on his chest.

"I'll do my best."

divider: @fairytopea

[invoncible]

How about Mark variants with a Cecil daughter reader? Thought it would be an interesting idea

VARIANTS!MARK GRAYSON & stedman! reader ✧˚. cw. canon typical violence/themes (ex. cannibalism)

you were your father's right hand. the perfect blend of danger and kindness, you were a rare bridge between the younger members of the guardians and the older guys at the GDA, your father included.

when the war started, it was unlike anything the earth encountered before and beyond what any country was prepared for. the GDA struggled to corral one invincible—a dozen was just overkill. if humanity did not have their indomitable spirit, surely governments would just lay down and die.

but not your dad and certainly not 🗣️🦅🤠 AMERICA 🗣️🦅🏈🗽!

so you were sent out into the field. unfortunately, you were getting the sense that they knew you... and weren't so kind to you in their dimensions...

"lookie here," mohawk mark grinned fearsomely as he floated above you. "little stedman. man, it's been so long since i've seen your face."

"why's that?" you cocked your gun, standing before him without a tense bone in your body. if cecil taught you anything, it was how to fake it til you make it.

"killed ya," he sang teasingly. "personally broke you in half for being a fucking pest. you were almost as annoying as your old man."

"mm." you hummed, ignoring the feeling of dread in your stomach. your father might have taught you to stand strong, but there was just something about staring death in the face that made a person anxious.

there was a high chance you could die here. they've all done it once before, apparently. great.

the other marks gathered over the original mark's residence. you were supposed to gather debbie and oliver, but intel was faulty and they had fled on their own. good for them, bad for you.

omnimark paused, studying you as he drew closer. his red cape wafted in the wind as he descended. it would have been majestic if he wasn't, you know... a murderer.

"i know you well enough to read you like a book. i can tell you're scared." onmimark observed you, swirling around you inquisitively.

this was bullshit. they were just playing with their food at this point, hovering around you like vultures too impatient to wait for your death.

"i call dibs," sinister shoved past omnimark, his lips curling into a salivating grin. "you were most delicious back home."

startled by the notion, you blinked and snapped, "what?"

"yeah. i ate you."

"what the fuck—"

"can it." prison mark bulldozed through his peers, aggravated by the chatter. "i'm the only one who hasn't got to kill them yet."

"so?" mohawk mark scoffed and rolled his eyes.

you shook your head, shrugging off your nerves and stepped back. aiming your gun directly between his skull, you tried to dismiss the condescending expression that you were faced with.

mohawk mark chuckled and walked forward, bending at the waist and pressing his forehead right up against the barrel.

"shoot me," he said lowly, a big smirk on his face. the more he looked at you, the more he saw the shake of your eyes, the more excited he got. it's been a while since he's gotten so much thrill from a kill, and you were the most thrilling of all. "you know you can't hurt me."

you glared at him, phasing out of sight in an instant. mark's eyes widened in faint surprise when you vanished.

you teleported directly to their sides, gun aiming down the canal of their ears. praying for all the strength and accuracy in the world, you let eight precise bullets fly, blasting their way down through their suits and into their ears.

they all stumbled through the air at the impact, shaking their head like maracas to locate the bullet.

"dumb bunny," mohawk mark snarled, brushing the blood from his nose as he grimaced in discomfort. "told you, you can't hurt us."

"i see their stupidity transcends dimensions," viltrumite mark commented plainly. he shook his head to one side in an attempt to dislodge the bullet like he was getting pool water out of his ear.

you swallowed a shaky breath and set your stance, whipping out the control for the implants. you hoped they were able to worm their way deep inside like you programmed them to.

"those aren't regular bullets, dickheads." you snapped, bringing your thumb down on the red button.

the piercing shrill of the underwater kaiju that disarmed the original mark rang through the air, pulsing into their skulls painfully. their flight stuttered before dropping completely, collapsing to the ground like flies. they clawed at their heads uselessly as the grating shriek made them go stupid.

you huffed a laugh when they all keeled over, in disbelief you managed to pull it off. then you just laughed for the hell of it. who's invincible now?

you could talk shit like your father; you just hoped his tendency to get his balls rocked right after he ran his mouth didn't pass on to you.

"big mistake leaving me breathing," you activated the dead man's switch and brought your foot down on the controller, smashing it to little pieces. "you had your chance to kill me. now it's my turn."

© invoncible

[leighsartworks216]

Not Hurt, Just Bleeding

Sylus x AFAB!Reader

It's that time again, I fear. Some word choice inspired by @comatosebunny09 I couldn't help myself ;p

Warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, menstruation, blood, panic, teasing, kissing, cuddling

Word Count: 1,532

Main Masterlist

First - Second - Third LADS Masterlists

AO3

Tag List Form

You wake up slow. Warmth surrounds you, bringing with it security. Even as consciousness catches up with you, you feel no need to open your eyes to check your surroundings. You know exactly what you'll find there, and you know nothing could possibly hurt you here. And yet, perfectly safe behind dozens of security measures, you bleed.

That's what really wakes you up; the wet, slick feeling between your legs. Your heart drops into your stomach with a resounding thunk. Already, you know it's too late. You know Aunt Flo got the drop on you this time.

You open your eyes, bleary and anxious. Sylus is pressed right up behind you, hugging you close in his sleep like an oversized koala. You try not to panic at the thought of getting blood on him.

Prying him off of you is an uphill challenge. You hold his hands as you peel them off your body, sliding his arms back behind you until you're free enough to slip off the side of the bed in an unceremonious heap before he can try grabbing you again. Freeing your hands is another story altogether, but you eventually manage, that wet feeling running down your leg. You're half grateful the blanket covers the mess you've left, saving you the trouble of seeing how big the mess actually is. The other half is screaming about his expensive sheets, his custom-made mattress, and the blanket he bought just for you after you complained how cold you got sleeping over.

You tiptoe-run to the bathroom, desperate to keep Sylus as oblivious to your struggle for as long as possible. He'll find out eventually. There's no way you can slip the covers out from underneath him to clean them with his stupidly huge body in the way.

Your pants are ruined. You throw them in a heap on the floor as you preemptively run the water for a shower and sit on the toilet. It's all a mess of red. Aunt Flo must think she's hilarious when she twists your uterus tightly, like wringing out a wet rag. You try not to cry as you double over yourself, praying that this is all just a nightmare.

You try to be as quick in the shower as possible. Sylus's body wash permeates the steamy air as you scrub any remaining trace of blood from your skin. You're extremely careful when you hop out not to get blood on his pristine white towels.

You cringe as you grab underwear and pants from the hamper, unwilling to run out bare and risk dripping more blood where it doesn't belong. You toss your sleep shirt back on and settle for dealing with your bloody clothes later. You've left Sylus in the dark long enough.

You don't expect him to frantically rush toward you the moment you step out of the bathroom.

"Where are you hurt?" he barks. His eyes are wide and panicked. You've never seen him like this before. Even in the most dire of situations, he's always been calm and level-headed. Backed into a corner with a smile. His hair is frazzled, hands trembling as he grabs your wrists, turning your arms over in search of open wounds.

"Sylus, I'm fine!"

He frowns, lifting up the sleeves to see your shoulders. "There's blood all over the bed, don't lie to me," he bites, voice dark and dangerous. He pulls down your collar next, then grabs the hem of your shirt to lift it up.

You grab his hands, trying to shove them down. "No, I'm fine, really! I'm not hurt!"

He shakes his head. Your hands do nothing to stop him as he lifts up your shirt and feels along your waist, your back, your hips. For so much blood, there must be a wound. Someone must have snuck in past his defenses, stabbed you or something, and then-

You grab his face and pull his attention to you. "I'm on my period!"

Everything seems to still for a moment. His wide eyes stare into yours, burdened with the last vestiges of sleep that weren't chased away with the shot of adrenaline in his system. His heavy breaths pant between you both. His hands slowly release your shirt and rest on your sides, one under the fabric and one over. You look at him imploringly, waiting for it to sink in.

Then, he sighs with utter relief. His eyes close as he hunches down to press his forehead against yours, his weight sinking into you as he hugs your body to him. "You're okay," he breathes.

You nod lightly, pressing a peck to his lips. "I'm okay." You comb his hair back. He's worked himself into a sweat in his panic. You wonder just how long he's been awake for. "I forgot it was supposed to start soon. I was trying to clean up before you woke up."

He opens his eyes to shoot you a disapproving look. "Wake me up next time, sweetie. I don't enjoy waking up to a puddle of blood where my partner should be."

"Clearly." You offer him a sheepish smile. His lips crack into one of his own with a soft chuckle.

He begins to pull away. You expect him to turn around and start stripping the bed, but instead he just hugs you closer as he buries his face into your neck. You try to imagine what he must look like, back hunched as he nuzzles into you like a cat. He breathes in deeply. "You smell nice."

"It's your soap."

He hums. "You should use it more often."

You laugh and tug on his hair, push against his shoulder. "We need to clean up before the blood soaks in too much."

He sighs. You think he may just ignore it to keep holding you here, but he reluctantly lets you go and stands up to his full height. He presses a last kiss to your forehead. "Finish doing what you need to. I'll deal with it. There's product in the cabinet. I wasn't sure what kind you used, so I just got some of everything."

You raise a challenging eyebrow at him. "'Everything'? What if what I use isn't in there?"

He chuckles. "Then I'll go get some. Just say the word."

You linger in the bathroom doorway, just watching as he pulls the blankets off and examines them for blood. Thankfully, they were spared. The rest certainly were not, as he undoes the corners of the fitted sheet and tosses them into a pile. A reddish stain still lingers on the mattress, and for a moment you feel that sinking feeling again. He'd told you before that he had his mattresses custom ordered. Who knew how long it would be before he'd get another one in?

He's completely unfazed, however, as he pulls out his phone and types up a message to someone. By the time you get a proper change of clothes and come back out, Luke and Kieran are hauling the old mattress out the door and a new one rests in its place, already covered in a clean sheet. Sylus is tossing the pillows back at the head of the bed when you sneak up and hug him from behind.

"Where'd you get this bed from?"

"One of the guest rooms," he tells you. One of his hands rests on yours, while the other reaches out to direct tendrils of his Evol in carrying the blanket over. He could do it himself, of course, but he'd much rather stay within your arms.

You kiss his back between his shoulder blades. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

He hums. His fingers stroke the back of your hands. "Don't worry about it, kitten." Blanket in place, he turns around, his hands gravitating to your waist. You see the mischievous glint in his eye too late. "I already know how you can make it up to me."

He lifts you up with ease and tosses you playfully onto the bed. You bounce on the fresh mattress with a laughing squeal of his name. He chuckles as he crawls in after you, wrapping you up in his arms as he smothers you, nuzzling against you like a giant house cat. He rolls over to have you lay on top of him, where he can massage your lower back and feel your weight against him.

You're grinning from ear to ear when you push yourself up to look at his face. "And what's that?"

He drags the blanket up around you. "Stay in bed with me all day."

You roll your eyes, but you slump back down onto his broad chest, wrapping your arms around him as best you can and scooting up to bury your face in his neck. He smells just like his bodywash, mixed with something musky and rich. You press a kiss under his jaw. "Alright, I agree to your terms."

He kisses your head. You can feel his smile as he does. His hands are much more skilled this time around as he massages your lower back, soothing away the cramps Aunt Flo brings. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement."

---

Tag List:

@the-golden-jhope @armycaratlover @sylusfluffymeow @cheesemachine44 @nyx2021 @angel-jupiter @thelittlebutton @pikachuzhc @pomegranatepip @cordidy @an-ever-angry-bi @thejysemongko @deusfoundry @that-lost-one @always-just-red @22carolina08 @lunaizhere @sine-nomine0 @beautifulthingsiadore @lalaluch @nothankyew @terriblesoup @jeleryyy @nezuswritingdesk @anaathxma @ssushi @mina7820 @monophobix @mentaltrouble2201 @mskaylacharite @nerrivm @ichosesparklingtorment @schnittled @animegamerfox @flamedancer13 @leiakitty @loliesaregreat

[lilianne-tarot]

PICK A CARD: How Will Your future spouse express jealousy

How to Pick Your Pile: Take a deep breath, clear your mind, and look at the images above. Which one pulls you in the most? Trust your gut! Once you choose the image, The number below your chosen image is your pile. If more than one catches your eye, that just means there’s extra tea for you—go ahead and read both!

If you enjoyed this reading, get your own personalized paid reading here!😊🦋

For personalized 18+ readings, click here!

My Ko-fi link: here 🫶🏻

My Masterlist🫶🏻

── .✦ PILE I

OHHHH this pile is defination of “I’m jealous, but I will NEVER admit it.” Your future spouse is doing CRAZY STUFF to keep their jealousy under control, but you will feel it. Oh, you WILL feel it.

BABY. This is a long-game kind of love. A soulmate kind of bond. And listen, when someone sees you as their person, their one-and-only, their forever, there is no way in HELL they’re just sitting back while some random tries to get cute with you. i see that your people pile number 1, they don’t react right away. Oh no, no, no. They marinate in that jealousy in their mind. The 7 of Pentacles tells me they watch, observe, process before making a move. Like, imagine someone getting a little too friendly with you at a party. Your future spouse, Sitting there, giving a polite but stone-cold stare, studying every move of that person. They’re literally taking mental notes: Did you laugh a little too hard at that joke? Did you lean in slightly? Are they standing too close? But instead of acting on impulse, they sit there, pretending they’re totally fine (they are NOT fine). When i look at 2 of cups illustration, i feel like, they realy enjoy your company, like A LOT, and when someone else invades this space, they hate that with all their heart. 

 OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUNNY. This is that passive-aggressive, sulking, “I’m not mad, I just think it’s funny how…” behavior. They are so in their jealousy, but will they admit it? Absolutely not. Instead, they suddenly lose interest in whatever’s happening. They’re like, “Oh, you’re talking to that person? Wow. That’s so great for you. Anyway, I’ll just be over here…..” They might even act a little distant, maybe even hit you with the classic “It’s nothing, I’m fine” while literally radiating “I am NOT fine” energy. this person is not about to lose their cool in front of you Instead, they suddenly start acting very serious, very focused on something else. They’ll be like, “Oh, I have an email to answer,” or “I need to check something on my phone”. I get the naive energy from your future spouse, like very youthful and maybe little immature because they want you to ONLY themselves. AND THEN. THE JUDGEMENT CARD. THIS IS THE CLIMAX. This is when they snap back into reality and realize, Oh wait. I’m literally in a relationship with them. They love me. What am I doing? This is where they have that internal wake-up call. They’ll come back to you, realigned, refocused, remembering that you’re their soulmate (2 of Cups energy, baby!!). And THEN, instead of being petty, they’ll drop some casual reassurance-seeking comment like, “So… you seemed to be having fun with them, huh?”—AKA making sure or you to say they had nothing to worry about.

But overall, ill definitely say that They aren’t the type to lash out in jealousy, but you WILL notice the change. The silence, the avoidance, the fake distraction tactics. It’s subtle but LOUD. But at the end of the day? The Judgment card seals the deal—they always come back to their senses, realizing that duh, you’re theirs and they’re yours. And the second you reassure them? BOOM. They’re back to their normal, confident self. These people would give their everything just to be in your company. Very sulky baby energy ngl. They’re not explosive, but they are silently suffering. And bestie, if you ever call them out on it? OH BOY. Expect a very defensive “What? I wasn’t jealous. That’s ridiculous.” … Sure, babe. Sure.

Liked the reading? get your own personalized super in-depth paid reading here!

── .✦ PILE II

Alright, so the first thing I’m catching here is contrast—we’ve got the King of Cups and Temperance trying so hard to play it cool, acting all mature, controlled, and balanced. Then we have The Devil, and that too right in the middle of the spread. The sentence i would immedtly say here is, your future spouse is going to be OBSESSED WITH YOU. It’s the internal battle of “I’m unbothered” vs. “I will die if I see you entertaining someone else.” they try to move past jealousy logically—like, “It’s fine, I trust them”—but The Devil says, “But what if they find someone better?” . And then BAM, Two of Cups swoops in and reminds them that you two are soulmates, and there’s no competition—but oh boy, they still feel it. THIS person gets so confused when it comes to you i can clearly see that by the mixed enrgies from the spread, they are hit with SOO MANY emotions all at once but one theme is prominent, they are SUPERRRRR obsessed with you. 

This is giving “jealous but won’t let it show” energy which is just like pile 1 but the energy here is more obsessed type, cause pile 1 was more on the cuter and naive side. Your FS is the type to mask their jealousy under cool composure. They are emotionally intelligent, self-restraint,. If someone flirts with you in front of them, they will not cause a scene will make things very obvious. Whenever they would see someone getting wayyy to close to you they are hit with the thought “ i need to rescue my person,” They will not act out immediately—but best believe they’ll remember it. And later? they’ll try to rationalize their emotions, convince themselves to let it go—but the Two of Cups suggests that deep down, they’ll need reassurance from you. Not that they don’t trust you, but rather, their feelings run deep and they just want to be reminded that you’re theirs.

The Devil is the obsessive thoughts creeping in at night, when they’re alone, replaying a moment over and over like, “Were they actually flirting? Was my FS enjoying it??” This isn’t toxic jealousy—it’s more of that “I don’t want to lose what’s mine” energy. I would say their super obsessive side is balanced by the presence of two of cups here so reagrless of anything, the’ll be the biggest shield of your relationship. You two have such a strong connection that even when jealousy creeps in, they ultimately trust your bond enough to not tuen into insecurity. But ohhh, they’ll find a way to remind you that you’re theirs—subtle, territorial gestures, low-key possessiveness in the most elegant way possible. These people are VERY CONDFIDENT. Expect things like a hand on your waist, pulling you closer mid-conversation, a little smirk when someone’s trying (and failing) to flirt with you. Casual dominance, bestie. (we all love that) 

The energy of this pile was super sexy ngl. good for my booktok girlies. 

Liked the reading? get your own personalized super in-depth paid reading here!

── .✦ PILE III

As soon as i looked at the spread the immediate thought hit me was, your future spouse is going to treat you like ROYALTY. So, picture this: Your future spouse? They’re so put together, they’ve got their life in check, they exude this natural confidence (like, they’re used to being the main character, okay?), and they don’t just casually do jealousy.no. this is a very secure energy. If they feel it, they feel it deep in their bones. It’s not dramatic, but it’s intensely present—not loud, but undeniable. The thing is, it’s not even about insecurity; it's about you being so precious to them that even the thought of someone else getting too close? Yeah, no, they’re not having it.

See, the Empress and the King of Wands together? That’s fire and devotion. You are the ultimate prize, the softest yet most powerful presence in their life, and they know it. And because they know it, they also know your worth, which means they see the way others see you too. Oh, and trust me—others see you. The way you glow? The way you hold yourself? The way you make even the most casual of interactions feel special? Yeah, your future spouse notices when someone starts acting just a little too friendly. And they don’t like it. The moment you get into a relationship with them, youre going to have the biggest glow up. 

This is where things get fun. So when they are jealous, They might not immediately lash out, but there’s definitely a shift—their words get a little sharper, they start inserting themselves into conversations they weren’t in before, and if they’re the more composed type, you’ll notice they suddenly have a lot to say about whoever is making them feel some type of way. But they’re so smooth with it. They’re not obvious. It’s like they play it off as if they’re just making an observation or a lighthearted joke, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. And if the other person doesn’t get the memo? Oh, honey. They will. Your person isn’t impulsive with their jealousy; they’re strategic about it. They’re the type to let people dig their own graves before stepping in. They’ll watch, wait, assess—is this just harmless interaction, or is someone really pushing it? And when they do step in? It’s game over. They’re asserting their presence, effortlessly, dominantly. It’s all in the control. They’ll make the other person feel like they’ve already lost before they even realized they were in a competition.

But bestie, the real magic? It’s in the aftermath. Because once you’re alone? OHHH. This is when their softness creeps in. The Page of Cups peeks through in the smallest ways—they won’t outright admit they were jealous (I mean, duh, pride), but suddenly they’re extra affectionate, extra attentive. And the cutest part? Deep down, they know they have nothing to worry about. You’re theirs, and they’re yours, and that’s not changing. This is such a power duo because we have the empress as well as king of cups in the spread. But bestie, the way they still can’t help but get a little possessive? ADORABLE. They’re not the type to get insecure, but they are the type to make sure that everyone—including you—knows exactly where they stand. They’re the King of Wands, after all. They own their throne, and they protect what’s theirs.

They don’t control—you’re free to do whatever you want—but ohhh, they will make sure you NEVER forget who you belong to. 😌🔥

And honestly That’s hot.

Now tell me, I need to know what divine force blessed you with this person. 💀💀

Liked the reading? get your own personalized super in-depth paid reading here!

Thank you so much for reading all the way through! I hope my reading resonated with you and that you had a lovely time going through it. If you enjoyed it, please like and reblog—it really means a lot! Let me know which pile you chose; I absolutely love hearing your thoughts and feedback on my readings! If my reading resonated you, you may consider buying my paid reading as it would really help me out financially♡

Note: tarot cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not fixedly predict the future. this is a general reading so take what resonates!

[fireinmoonshot]

love that lasts | joaquín torres x fem!reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Fem!Reader Summary: When Thanos snapped his fingers and erased half of all life from the universe, he also took you from Joaquín. Five years later, he is still trying to learn how to live without you – until the Avengers can save the world. Warnings: Google Translate is my best friend – apologies if the Spanish is used incorrectly in this fic, I do not speak it but I tried my best to make sure I used words properly. Mentions of bad mental health, nightmares. It's very angsty at the start, has a bit of fluff, but mostly full of angst. Word Count: 4.2k A/N: I rewatched Infinity War and Endgame last week and came up with this idea. Since we know that Joaquín survived the snap, I decided I wanted to write something angsty about where you didn't survive and this was born. This was the most challenging fic for Joaquín I've written so far but also the most rewarding, I think. I know everyone's really moved on from the whole Infinity War/Endgame thing regarding fics, but I really wanted to write this so I hope people will enjoy it. The title of the fic comes from 'Still' by Noah Kahan – I had his album on repeat almost the entire time I was writing this.

Joaquin Torres always knew that the Avengers were going to save the world. From the moment that half of all life on Earth had disappeared, he knew that whatever had happened, the Avengers would somehow find a way to fix things. 

He just didn’t count on it being five years later.

There had been one good thing that had come out of him not being blipped, though – the fact that his mom hadn’t been either. If he’d had to live without her, he’s sure he would have gone insane. Because it was hard enough to live without you.

He’d spent days wishing that he’d been taken too. The first few days had been the worst. He’d been unable to leave the house, having to learn to grieve you when he wasn’t even sure if you were dead or just gone. 

He remembered every moment of that first day like it was yesterday. How he’d just arrived home from going to pick up some takeout for the two of you and he’d seen his neighbour turn to dust in his front yard while he’d been outside gardening, making the most of the evening light. He thought he must have just been seeing things.

He’d walked through the front door of your home and called out your name, heading into the kitchen to put the take out down before he went to find you, feeling more than confused. Then you’d appeared in the doorway to the kitchen and Joaquin had been flooded with relief.

“I’m home, angel, I have the takeout in the kitchen, come get yours” Joaquin called, starting to get the take out from the bags. “Hey, have you seen anything weird on TV today?”

“Joaquin…”

He’d looked up at you, then, just soon enough to see you say his name as you slowly started to turn to dust in front of his eyes. The blanket that had been wrapped around your shoulders fell to a pile on the floor as Joaquin stared at where you had been standing only seconds earlier. 

“Angel?” Joaquin’s voice was small, hesitant. He put the container down that he’d been holding and walked towards the doorway, half expecting you to be hiding behind the wall, ready to jump out and scare him. It’d been a trick of the light, something like that. But all that was left of you was the blanket on the floor and your phone which had fallen on top of it.

He’d fallen to the floor, grabbing the blanket in his hands and holding it to his chest for what felt like hours as the feeling of numbness overtook him. The blanket still smelled like you and he never wanted to let it go.

Whatever was happening, whatever had happened to your neighbour and to you… there was nothing Joaquin could do about it. He wasn’t an Avenger, he wasn’t anyone special. He knew in that moment that he was going to have to live with it. That fact alone could have killed him.

His knees went numb after kneeling on the floor for so long but he couldn’t find it in himself to pull himself up from the floor. Not even when the sun finally set and the house was blanketed in darkness. The food on the counter had long gone cold. It was only when your phone, sitting in his lap, buzzed, that he’d been pulled out of his stupor. His mother was trying to ring you. She’d thought Joaquin had been taken when she couldn’t get a hold of him, but the second he answered your phone, she knew that you were gone.

Joaquin had stayed with his mother for a while after that, not being able to bring himself to be in the house without you there. There were memories of you in that house everywhere he looked. The sheets still smelled of you, all of your things were still in the cupboards, every time he opened up Netflix, your profile was there. Everything was there except for you. 

“You could always sell the house and move back home with me properly, mijo,” his mother had said. “It’s not smart to be paying your mortgage on that house when no one is living in it.”

He shook his head. “I know it’s not smart, mamá, but I just can’t. We bought that house together. We were making a life there. I can’t even bring myself to move her things, how could I sell the place and clear everything out?” 

His mother reached across the table and placed her hand over Joaquin’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Then you’ll stay here until you’re ready to go home.”

“I don’t know if it will ever really be home without her, mamá,” Joaquin said honestly, meeting her eyes. His were full of tears, as they were most days since you’d gone.

There was no hesitation as his mother stood up from the table and walked around to him, wrapping her arms around him to pull him into a hug. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “She was the love of your life. Just like your father was the love of mine. You don’t have to move on like she never existed, mijo. Time will continue to pass and she will continue to be with you, even when you cannot see her.”

Joaquin sniffed, holding his mother close as he cried. “I really love her, mamá,” he murmured, not really expecting her to hear him since his voice was so muffled.

She did, though. Gently rubbing his back, she closed her eyes and let out a long, shaky sigh. “I know you do. I loved her too, mijo. Just like she was my own,” she hummed. “Don’t lose hope. She will return to you one day, I believe that. Your soulmate will find you wherever you are, in any life.”

As the years went on, Joaquin started to believe that this was the way it was always going to be. The Avengers had not saved the world like he thought they would. And he was going to have to learn to live the rest of his life with only memories of you. Like his mother had said, time continued to pass, no matter how much he wished it wouldn’t.

The world changed. He changed. Things became darker and he became darker with them, though he desperately tried to keep the spark alive in his chest – if only because he knew that was what you’d want him to do. You would want him to still be the same Joaquin that you’d loved, but how could he be that person without you?

He threw himself into his job, working day and night to try and keep himself afloat. It seemed strange to be doing such mundane things in a world that was so different. To have to keep earning money to pay the mortgage of your house. To have to get out of bed every morning and shave. To have to make food for himself to eat during the day. To have to go to the grocery store to get milk for breakfasts and coffees.

Five years had passed slowly. Joaquin had made it through them relatively unscathed, with a few mental scars here and there. Every day he was grateful that he still had his mom. That she was there to comfort him when the days were hard and that he was still alive to be there for her as well. If she’d been alone through all of this, it would have broken Joaquin’s heart even more.

When he eventually moved back into your home, every time he cooked dinner it was like you were in the room with him. He could feel your hand on his back as he cooked, your arms around his waist as he washed the dishes. It was like you were still there with him, but then he’d blink and the memories were gone, washed down the sink with the water he drained.

He still cooked enough food for two people before realising it was only him. For a while, he could never bring himself to eat the second serving, until times got harder and he couldn’t afford to waste anything. 

He would be laying in bed at night and he could swear he could feel your arm draped across his side. He could feel the ghost of your kisses on his lips. Your side of the bed was empty every night and yet, he could never bring himself to wash the pillowcase you’d once slept on for fear of the way you smelt disappearing entirely, forcing him to lose another part of you. He couldn’t lose anymore of you.

His friends who had survived the blip had suggested that he put himself back out there. Go on a date, find someone new. There were plenty of stories of people who had gone to support groups after losing loved ones and had found new love there. The likelihood of everyone who had been blipped coming back was slim to none, so why not? But Joaquin could never bring himself to let you go. Even just thinking about going on a date with someone else filled him with guilt. People had tried to set him up on dates but he had never gone through with actually going on any of them. 

His mom was the only one who understood. Even if it meant that her baby would never be able to give her the grandchildren she’d wanted for so long, it didn’t matter to her. She had loved you like you were her own child. All she wanted was for Joaquin to be happy and for some miracle to bring you back to him so that he could be. But even she had lost hope after the past five years that anything could bring you back to him. 

And then… the Avengers saved the world.

~~~

That morning, Joaquin is sitting in a coffee shop – one that had been your favourite before you were gone. He’s missing you a little more than normal this morning and had decided that a good way to feel like he was with you would be to come out and spend time at a place you loved. He’s taking a sip of his coffee when someone suddenly appears in the chair opposite him.

Joaquin almost chokes on his drink, coughing a little as he looks at the man in front of him. He hadn’t walked in from anywhere, he hadn’t been in the coffee shop before. He’d just… appeared. What the hell was going on?

“What the…” the man says, looking around the coffee shop with a confused and haunted look in his eyes. “You’re not my wife… I was just sitting here with her… Where is Sylvia?”

Joaquin’s eyes widen. For a moment he wonders if the man is just confused, maybe there’s something wrong with him mentally and this is his way of asking Joaquin for help… but then, on the table in front of him, his phone lights up and starts to ring.

The contact photo is of you and the name on the screen is yours.

He drops his coffee, spilling a little on the table as he reaches for his phone. His hands are already starting to shake. A part of him thinks this must all be a cruel joke. Someone has broken into your house and stolen your phone, or there’s some kind of technological glitch. But another part of him, the part that is still hoping after all these years, truly believes that when he answers the phone, your voice will be the one he hears on the other end of the line. 

“Angel?” Joaquin’s voice is hopeful as he holds his phone up to his ear and presses the answer button. “Is that you?”

There’s a moment of silence on the other end of the line and Joaquin’s stomach drops. But then he hears it. “Joaquin… where are you? What’s going on?” Your voice – your voice on the other end of the line. It’s real. By some miracle, you’re home. “You were just unpacking the takeout and then…”

“Angel, just stay there, okay? I’m coming home,” Joaquin says to you, grabbing his coat off the back of his chair as he stands up. “I’m so sorry, sir. You should call your wife,” he mutters to the man still sitting on the chair opposite him, looking confused.

He takes off at a run, almost running straight into a few people walking through the door of the cafe. He doesn’t hang up the phone the entire time he’s running home, just grateful that your favourite coffee shop is within walking distance of your house. He’s grateful that he wasn’t driving – he doubts he’d be able to focus on the road properly, knowing that you’re home and waiting for him.

Joaquin runs faster than he’s ever run in his entire life. His throat hurts from his heavy breathing and the air rushing in and there’s a stitch forming on his side. There’s sweat dripping down his forehead, owing to the sweater he’d put on this morning and the pace at which he’s running. But he’s not going to stop or slow down for even a second until he gets to you.

Once he reaches your street, he pushes himself to run even faster. He can see your house in the distance and he hopes he’s not dreaming as he runs towards it. He doesn’t think he can deal with the pain of walking inside the house and not seeing you inside again. 

He’s breathing heavily as he reaches the front door, fumbling in his pocket for the key. He doesn’t even notice his neighbour in the front yard, the one he’d seen disappear five years ago, standing right where he’d disappeared, holding his wife close.

Joaquin doesn’t manage to get the key in the front door before it’s pulled open, his hands shaking too much with adrenaline. His head snaps up and his eyes fall on you, your hand on the door handle and your cheeks tear-streaked as you look at him.

“Oh, dios mío,” Joaquin mutters, instantly stepping inside the door and wrapping his arms around you. He holds you tightly to his chest, worried that you’re going to disappear from his arms for good this time. “Are you real? Are you actually here? I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming. This can’t be real.”

Your hands fist the fabric of his sweater as he holds you close. Whatever happened, you don’t really know yet, but what you do know is that Joaquin is acting like he hasn’t seen you for years. The house looks the same, you’d noticed, as you’d walked around before Joaquin came home and you heard the sound of his keys at the door. But something is off.

“I’m real, Joaquin,” you murmur into his ear. “You’re not dreaming. But I don’t know what’s going on… where did you go? You were unpacking takeout and then you were gone.”

Joaquin pulls away from the hug but still keeps his arms firmly wrapped around your waist. He can’t bring himself to let go and he fears it’s going to be that way forever now. “Angel, it’s… it’s been five years since I last saw you. Thanos… he wiped out half of all life in the universe… you were– you were gone.” Tears start to fall down Joaquin’s cheeks and he doesn’t realise until your hand moves to gently swipe them away. He leans into your palm, finding comfort in the feeling of your warm hand on his cheek. “But the Avengers… whatever they did brought you back to me. It was them, I know it must’ve been.”

He internally curses himself for ever doubting them.

“Five years?” You frown, eyebrows knotting together as you try and piece things together in your mind. For you, it had just been like you’d blinked and things had changed but for Joaquin… it had been five years. Five years without you, and yet when you’d called… he had literally come running. “I was gone for five years?”

Joaquin nods, reaching one hand up to wipe the tears from your own face. He can’t imagine how terrifying it must have been for you to come back and not find him anywhere, for you to be alone in the house. He’s more grateful than ever now that he never tried to sell the house. If you’d come back and an entire new family had been living in your house…

“They were the hardest five years of my life, angel,” he says softly. “I thought that you were gone forever.”

You look at him for a moment, a little confused. “But you still live here… you still kept my number in your phone… you– Joaquin, you came running to me when I called… what have you been doing for the last five years?”

Joaquin’s heart cracks a little in his chest. “Angel, I’ve been waiting for you.” 

With that, he can’t bring himself to maintain his self control any longer. The hand that had wiped the tears off your cheeks gently holds the back of your neck as he presses his lips to yours. You reciprocate immediately. Five years of wanting, five years of waiting for something he was sure was never going to come… a kiss five years in the making. Joaquin is surprised he was able to hold off for so long. He’s never going to take advantage of kissing you ever again. 

~~~

A little later, you and Joaquin sit on the couch in the living room. Your hands are entwined, legs tangled under a blanket in front of you. It had taken a while to pull yourselves from the doorway. You were both in a little bit of shock – Joaquin in shock that you were finally back here after five years, you in shock that you had been gone that long.

“You really never dated anyone at all in the last five years?” You ask, resting your head on his shoulder as one of his fingers draws patterns on your palm that slightly tickles. 

Joaquin looks down at you and sighs. “Believe me, my friends tried to make me. They even set up a couple of dates for me to go on, but I never went on any of them. I just couldn’t bring myself to get out the front door.”

Frowning, you look up at him. “Why not?”

“Because none of them were you, angel.”

He gives your hand a squeeze and you snuggle closer into his side. You’d been insecure in your relationship at times – five years ago – but you knew you could never be insecure about it anymore. How many other people could say their partner had waited five years for them on a sliver of hope that they’d come back after disappearing from the universe? 

In his pocket, Joaquin’s phone starts to buzz. He pulls it out of his pocket and smiles as he sees his mothers contact on the screen. “I’ve got a phone call for you, mi amor.” He hands the phone to you and his heart warms as he sees your smile upon seeing who’s calling. “I think she almost missed you more than I missed you.”

You take the phone off of Joaquin and instantly hit answer, holding the phone up to your ear. “Suegrita,” is all you say and even though Joaquin isn’t holding the phone, he can already hear his mothers cries on the other side of the line. 

He motions for you to put the call on speaker. 

“Mamá, you told me not to lose hope,” he says, taking advantage of a moment of silence from the other end of the line while his mother isn’t sobbing. He’s already planning to go and see her as soon as possible – especially when she’s like this.

For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of his mothers sobs on the other end of the line, and then she speaks. “You bring her home to see me soon, mijo!” She exclaims to Joaquin. “Mi querida niña, you do not understand how happy I am that you are home with your love.” Her words are directed at you now.

There are already tears streaming down your cheeks at her words. “You must have taken really good care of him these past five years for me, suegrita,” you sniff. “Thank you for looking after him when I couldn’t.”

Joaquins arm wraps around your shoulders and squeezes tightly. 

“I knew you would come home to him one day, querida,” his mom says. “Soulmates will find each other in life no matter what comes between them. I told him that years ago.”

His mother only hangs up after Joaquin promises that he’ll bring you around to see her tomorrow. You know you’re going to need to prepare yourself for plenty of hugs and kisses from her, and even though for you it’s only been a matter of weeks since you’ve seen her, it’s been five years since she saw you. It’s going to take a while to get used to that fact. 

“Mamá took good care of me, angel,” Joaquin says, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “I don’t know what I would have done without her here. I cried in her arms more than I can count over the past five years.” 

You frown, moving until you’re straddling Joaquin’s lap and you can hug him properly. You bury your head in his neck and one of your hands moves to rest in his hair. His arms wrap around your back. “You don’t have to cry anymore, baby.”

Joaquin chuckles a little. “I think I’m probably still going to do a lot of that. I can’t make any promises, angel,” he rubs your back. “A part of me still thinks I’m dreaming. That I’m going to wake up any second and you’re going to be gone.” 

You pull away just enough so you can look him in the eyes. “I’m real, Joaquin. I’m not going anywhere. Not unless there’s some other alien out there that’s going to get rid of half all life in the universe again.”

He scrunches up his nose. “Don’t joke about that. Too soon.” 

Smiling, you lean in and touch the tip of your nose against his gently. Joaquin takes advantage of the closeness of your face to lean up and capture your lips with his. He can feel you smiling into the kiss. Maybe if he does this enough, he can make his brain realise that this is real. That you’re here in his arms, your lips on his. That against all odds, you’re home.

~~~

He knows the nightmares aren’t going to go away any time soon. They’ve been plaguing him for years at this point. He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s woken up from a dream that you were alive, or a nightmare where he had you back only to lose you again. It’s why, when he wakes up later that night, his heart racing and sweat drenching his body, that it’s not a surprise to him.

What does surprise him is that he forgets you’re here now. It’s not until he hears your soft, sleep filled voice speak his name and feels the mattress move underneath him that he spins around from where he’d moved to sit on the edge of the bed to see you. 

“Baby, are you okay?” You ask quietly.

Joaquin takes you by surprise by pretty much launching himself at you. He places a hand on your cheek, another one on your thigh. You’re sitting up, legs crossed, staring at him full of worry. 

“Baby?” You try again.

“You’re real,” Joaquin mutters. “I’m not dreaming. It’s not a nightmare.” 

You reach up a hand to rest on the one on your cheek. “It’s not a nightmare. I’m real.”

Tears fill Joaquin’s eyes again. He’s still haunted by the nightmare, one where he’d lost you again, and his brain is just sleepy enough to make him think that this is all a dream, even after trying to convince himself that it isn’t. Even after hearing your words confirm that it isn’t. 

“Please don’t leave me,” he murmurs.

You shuffle closer to him until you’re face to face, until you can feel his unsteady breaths on your face and your noses are almost touching. “I’m not going anywhere, Joaquin.”

He brushes his lips against yours softly, barely even a kiss. “Don’t leave me.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut and kiss him properly in an attempt to wake him up a little. It’s almost like he’s still in the midst of the nightmare, that he can’t manage to pull himself out of it completely. The fact that he’s had to deal with all of this alone for the past five years makes your heart hurt. 

“I’m home now, baby,” you mutter against his lips after you pull away. “I’m not leaving you. I’m home.”

Joaquin’s arms move to pull you closer to him until you’re almost sitting in his lap. “You’re home,” he says softly. 

“I’m home,” you repeat.

He takes a moment to just breathe, then. Focusing on the feeling of your hands on him, the feeling of his hands on you, trying to ground himself. You’re home. You are really home. And for the first time in five years… Joaquin finally feels like he is home too. 

[vampzity]

strut | C.SN

“how you pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me ‘round, oh it just makes sense.” — bed chem, sabrina carpenter

pairing: bf! san x f! reader

while being treated to a shopping spree by your loving boyfriend, he can’t help his intrusive thoughts when he sees you trying on such short dresses. all he wants is to get a taste of you.

[warnings]: MDNI 18+, smut, public sex, dom! san, sub! reader, oral (f.receiving), pet names (baby, princess, angel, good girl), praising, bite marks, clit play, fingering

word count: 1.6k

San sat on the bench in the fitting room, holding bags filled with clothes you picked out. You protested a bunch of times, but he loved to spoil you— offering to pay for the loads of clothes you picked out.

He watched you try on clothes and criticize them, while also falling love with others. It was cute. Most guys hated shopping with their girlfriends, often being annoyed with how long it took or how indecisive their lover may be. But not San. He absolutely adored you. The way you strut in front of him, how you did little turns and spins so that he could see the outfit in its full glory.

God it turned him on in ways he couldn’t explain.

“Does this look okay? It feels so short.”

His eyes scanned your body, tilting his head as you slowly turned. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of your ass peeking from below the end of the dress. It wasn’t too obvious unless someone blatantly stared, but his reaction was enough to tell you.

You sighed, pulling the dress down and holding it in place as your face flushed red from embarrassment.

“It is too short.”

You quickly turned around, about to walk back to the room when San got up. He grabbed onto your arm, his body pressing up against yours just enough for you to feel his member. He leaned over, his mouth just inches away from your ear.

“You look beautiful princess.” his free hand snaked around your waist, pushing your ass onto his clothed cock. He groaned softly, shutting his eyes.

“You can wear whatever makes you feel that way, just know it gets a reaction out of me.”

San let get of you, his hand brushed by your ass softly as he walked back to the bags. He picked them up off the ground and quickly scanned the area for anyone else who may be around. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back into your room. He closed the door, locking it and setting the bags on the side.

He towered over you, his dark gaze meeting yours as you stood there in shock. San gave you a small smile, his hand cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a soft kiss. His kisses were slow, but you could feel him wanting more. Craving more of you.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, sucking against it constantly as he struggled to catch his breath. The kisses trailed down your cheek and to your neck, his breathing becoming staggered and heavy.

“Can I have a taste of you angel?”

You nodded, his tongue gliding up your neck. You felt your blood rush to your head, your ears turning just as red as your cheeks. San stuck his hand into your underwear, his fingers resting against your folds. He looked at you, raising as eyebrow as you bit your lip and struggled to maintain your composure.

His fingers spread you open slightly, moving between your folds to gather your slick. Your eyes fluttered closed, throwing your head back as he touched you. He was sick minded, and he knew how easily his touch worked on you.

“If you’re quiet for me,” San circled your bud lightly, his lips still pecking your neck. “I’ll let you cum.”

He pulled his hand out of you, kneeling beneath you and spreading your legs slightly. Your breath hitched as he dragged his tongue against your clothed heat. He looked up at you, head tilted and his dark eyes clouded with lust.

“Understood?”

You bit your lip, nodding in agreement as his grip onto your thighs tightened. He smiled, lifting on of your leg up and placing it on the bench. He pulled his hat off and set it beside him, eyes locked on your aching cunt and its wetness leaving a spot on your underwear. What a pretty sight. In his eyes, you were simply a sweet treat.

He kissed against the underwear, sucking on your clothed clit softly and swirling his tongue around it. You threw your head back, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“Mm, you like this don’t you?” he glanced at you for a moment, raising his eyebrow. You quickly nodded, feeling tongue flick against your covered bud.

“What a little slut. I didn’t think you’d want me to do this in public.”

San kissed your inner thighs softly, making your breath hitch at his actions. You felt his teeth sink into your skin, making you whimper in response. You quickly covered your mouth, locking eyes with his deep glare as his eyebrows furrowed. He shook his head, continuing to leave countless bite marks across your inner thigh. With every bite he dealt you could feel the pain burning through your skin, though you couldn’t help that it felt so good.

“Sannie,” you mumbled, feeling your core heat up as his bites trailed closer to your cunt.

He looked up at you a small smile painting his face as his fingers toyed with your underwear.

“What is it? Use your words for me princess.”

He tugged the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your legs as he kissed your thighs softly. He was merely inches away from your soaking cunt, your legs shaking as you wanted nothing more than for him to taste you. San gave you a small look, nodding as he waited for you to reply.

“Please,” you mumbled, heart beating out of your chest.

He dragged his tongue up your thigh, stopping just beside your folds. You felt a chill run up your spine in reaction, making your hole clench around nothing.

“Please what baby?” he raised an eyebrow at you, chuckling to himself as he watched you fall apart.

“Please touch me..”

He hummed quietly at your words, placing his thumb against your clit and lifting its hold enough to expose it. He dragged his tongue between your folds, his lips sucking on your bud. You threw your head back biting your bottom lip as you tried not to cry out from pleasure.

San swirled his tongue around your heat, hungrily lapping up your juices as you struggled to maintain your balance. Your fingers ran through his hair, gripping it softly. He snaked his fingers up your thighs, spreading your folds to expose your core. You threatened to moan, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth.

“Shh.. what did I say?”

He pushed two fingers into your aching hole, watching as your walls clenched around them. He thrusted into you slowly as his tongue flicked your bud, leaving you a shaky mess. San curled his fingers slightly, pushing them against your sweet spot just perfectly as he spat against your clit.

He pulled his mouth away from you for a second, earning a look of annoyance from you. A mix of his spit and your juices stringing from his lips as he looked up at you. His chin was drenched in you, as if he knew no manners, like he was being starved of you.

“Taste so good angel. Just want to devour you whole.”

His sharp eyes pierced into your own. San pulled your cunt against his lips, his tongue beginning to fuck you as his nose brushed against your sensitive bud. You breathed out in pleasure, wanting to scream his name.

You began to grind against his face as he made out with your cunt, not missing a single spot. You were desperate— tired of playing the waiting game when all you wanted to do was drench his pretty face in your arousal. San noticed this, pulling his tongue out of your hole and pressing a soft kiss at the opening.

“Wanna cum for me baby?” he whispered, looking up at you. You quickly nodded, feeling your walls contract around nothing.

“Be a good girl and use your words like I told you.”

You tried to fight back whimpers as his fingers touched you softly. San teased you with his tongue, flicking at your sensitive bud slow enough to drive you crazy. He kissed it lightly, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop agh!”

San took you onto his face, his mouth practically enveloped around you. He stuck his fingers inside of your aching hole as he abused your clit with his tongue. Your grip on his brown locks tightened, a tingling sensation rushing throughout your body.

You moved with the motion of his tongue, throwing your head back as your shaking breaths turned into small moans. His lips slobbered around your folds, gathering your slick with every lick he dealt.

“That’s it princess, let it out for me.” he kept his dark gaze on you, making your knees buckle.

San curled his fingers inside of you, his pace moving quickly as he worked to stretch you out. Your walls clenched around his fingers, juices dripping down the sides of them as you struggled to not make a mess.

You covered your mouth as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. San used his free hand to keep your legs open as you tried to force them close.

“Aww c’mon, you got it.” he pressed his lips against your thigh, his thumb swirling around your clit as his fingers still pounded into you.

“That’s it, let it out baby.”

You pushed his head into your cunt, feeling his lips smash onto your swollen bud as he sucked on it harshly. Within seconds you came undone, your arousal dripping down San’s hand. A large smile painted his face as he pulled his fingers out of you, licking your arousal clean off of you.

“You look so pretty when I have you like this baby.” he licked your juices off of his fingers, soon pulling your underwear up.

“I wish I could have you like this all the time.”

💌: this was literally a spur of the moment.. his pictures did something to me..

taglist: @dvrktvnnel @scarfac3 @h4untedgrl @rvereri @jjongibears @kittykat-25 @yyaurii @hwasddeongbyeoli @joonezra @honeyhwaaa @potentialgay @dollywoo @losrpark @motherseonghwa23 @inniesfanblog @stephanieeeyang @galaxy4489 @fangirljas929 @desirehorizon @channiesluvrclub @katsukis1wife @unbel1ev4ble @sojuxxi @bbykaixx @felixleftchickennugget @gncbnahc @jwnghyuns @kjr-army @tahiraax1 @wonderz_real @noxonexherexbotherxmyxteaxtime @hyunmikim @lov3yv4mps @jujusreader @heechwe @nopension

★ comment to be added to the taglist or fill out the form here!

[rex-rambles]

➤ SOMETHING FISHY (SMAU + FIC)

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: you dress up as a mermaid for your niece's birthday, and end up rescuing a f1 driver that's convinced you're the real thing

wc: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of a minor injury - photos from pinterest

➤ MASTERLIST

Your niece wasn't your niece by blood, but that didn't matter. You had been there for your best friend through pregnancy, through labour, through the late nights when Ruby was just a newborn, and now that she was four? She was your niece in every sense of the word, which meant what Ruby wanted, Ruby got. 

Even if it was you dressing up as a mermaid for her birthday. You had rented the tail from some costume shop near the beach, set yourself up on some rocks near the shore for them to "discover" you as they stormed across the beach, more of a hunt than a party as you watch them. When they get close enough, you happily push yourself up on the rock, waving at them, and they gasp in unison. 

"It's a mermaid!" One of the younger girls says, quite easily believing in the fantasy of it all, and your best friend helps them up the rocks to sit near you, and instantly, there are little hands everywhere, grabbing the tail, the shells woven into your hair, but Ruby? Ruby is perched right in front of you, beaming with her gap teeth. 

"I told you!" She says, clapping her hands together. "A real live mermaid!" Then, she leans in close to whisper, "I know it's you, auntie." 

"Nonsense," You say, gently splashing some water up at her. "I have no idea who this aunt is you speak of. I am a Mermaid, of the Coral Sea." 

"Coral Sea is up North," Your best friend scolds softly. "I think you mean Pacific?" 

You flick water up at her with a grin. "I travelled a long way to get here. Coral Sea." 

"Are you tired?" One of the little boys asks, now intently trying to braid your hair and failing. 

"No, I made sure to get plenty of rest for your big day! I hear a certain someone is turning five!" Ruby happily shows off her birthday sash as your best friend begins to take some pictures. "I asked some of the other mermaids to join me, but they thought it was just too far." 

"Like Ariel?" Another little one asks, as you gently try to guide her away from ripping one of the fins of your tail off. 

"Well, she lives much farther away! More like...Siren-a?" You pull the fake name out of nowhere, but they all seem to accept it as fact, before returning to their questions. 

It was a precious thing, you think, getting to do this for them. They might not believe in mermaids for much longer, but for an afternoon, you get to be a real, live mermaid, taking pictures and reciting facts about fish and shells you memorized this morning. You get to hand out little mermaid-themed gifts, wave to those wandering by who also happen to stumble across a mermaid. It was a perfect afternoon, you think, until the waves picked up. 

"Oh, my." You say as they creep up on the rock, gently spraying the group with the salty water. "Seems like Poseidon is eager for me to get home!" 

"Aw, but Auntie-" Ruby pauses, sparing a glance to the other girls, "But Mer-Auntie, we don't want you to go!" 

"I'm sure you have snacks waiting for you back home! I hear you got a special cake, made of sea sponges!" They all pause to look at you, and you try to put on your best Little Mermaid impression. "Sponge cake? Isn't that sea sponges?" 

"No, silly! It's just cake." The waves pick up again, but this time, a hand appears at the edge of the rock with it, and the girls scream as they stumble away. 

For a moment you're terrified it's not attached to anything, but there's a person hanging off the edge of the rock, obviously washed in with the waves, and you and your best friend quickly grab him and pull him up onto the rock as he coughs up water. He's breathing, considering he's coughing, but he's clawing at his chest to get his life jacket off, which you quickly help remove to get some pressure off his chest. 

"It's Prince Eric!" Ruby shouts, coming to splash in the water next to the poor man. "Like the story!" 

"That's not Prince Eric, sweetheart." Then, gently from below you,

"Ariel?" 

-

Charles wouldn't call himself a gifted surfer, but he'd say he was alright. Good enough to take on the waves of one of Melbourne's beaches before the race weekend. He wasn't alone, either, an instructor and some friends joining him, and for most of the morning, it was fine, in fact, it was better than any of his previous surfing had gone. 

And then the waves picked up. He hadn't expected it, easily overtaking him and forcing him under with the current, and he had thought he was going to drown until he hit up against a rock and desperately tried to claw his way up it against the force of the tides and waves, board lost somewhere in the water below him. 

Spots began to appear in his vision as he almost broke the surface, and quickly, people pulled him from the water, helping him up onto the rock as he gasped for air, choking up the sea water and probably bits of sea weed. His life preserver felt like a weight against him as he tried to get it off, and luckily, someone from his team seemed to understand what he was trying to do and helped him out of it. 

A small voice screamed something near his ear, and opening his eyes, Charles realized rather quickly that it wasn't anyone on his team who saved him, but a mermaid. 

A real live mermaid. He must've hit his head, he thinks, as he blurry blinks up at the figure, peering over him like that scene in the movie. Your hair is woven with shells, top made from something that looks like seaweed and netting, a blue tail to accentuate it all. He lays there, panting heavily as he tries to blink away the vision, before finally coming to terms with the fact that mermaids are real in Australia, or he's died and is hallucinating a mermaid in heaven. 

"Ariel?" He creakily manages to get out, and you gently wipe water away from his face, hitting something high on his forehead that has him seeing stars as he hisses, reeling back and into the rocks and only jostling himself further. 

"SEE!" The tiny voice continues screeching, "HE'S REAL!" 

He's real? Whoever's child got loose ought to be freaking out at the fact that the mermaid currently tending to him is real. It might be the concussion, or the delirium that comes with seeing mermaids, but he can't help but think you're pretty as he manages to open his eyes again. You look blessed by the water, the kind of sight that Charles thinks would make a good siren. He'd follow you into the water, anyway. "Let's give him some space, girls." Another voice says, and very gently, your hand returns to check out his forehead. 

"Can you hear me?" You ask, voice as melodic as he'd expect a mermaid's to be. You shift closer to him, your tail coming to press up against his leg, and it even feels real. "That looks pretty bad." 

"You're real," He breathes out, hand awkwardly reaching out to poke your tail. "This...Australia has mermaids?" 

"No, no." You answer gently. "This is a costume, sweetheart. I'm just dressed up for a party." 

He squints, trying to focus on where your tail meets your waist, and he softly shakes his head. That's something a mermaid would say to try and hide its existence. After all, your tail seems to meet perfectly with your skin, which he most certainly isn't focusing on. "I don't believe you." 

"Oh?" You laugh, sitting back as Charles props himself up. "Must've hit your head harder than I thought." 

"You look so real!" He finds himself saying, hand reaching out to gently pet against one of the little side fins on your tail. "This is...like the Little Mermaid, no?" 

"Well, I did save you from drowning." Your hand comes up to find his forehead again, tilting his head towards you. "But I'm serious about that, you might be concussed." 

Then the panic starts to sink in a little at the tone of your voice. He can handle a scrape or two, but a concussion? He'd be out of the race, and he'd be out of the race for potentially a long time. "I'm sure it's fine," He says, coming up to move your hand away. "It doesn't hurt that bad." 

"Here," That other voice says, and Charles looks up to see another woman, handing you a bag. "There's some first aid supplies in there." 

"It's a real mermaid, right?" Charles asks them, and they just sort of stare at him, like one would at a delusional man. 

"It's for my daughter's birthday party." Then, giving a small pause, "They're actually a werewolf. Werefish. Fish by night, person by day." 

"Enough of that, you two." You say, beckoning Charles forward. You gently wipe over the cut on his forehead and he hisses, hand reaching out to clasp over your tail-knee, and you hum gently. Werefish - you both were mocking him. He had made the discovery of a lifetime, and you were mocking him. "Easy there, Prince Eric. I need to clean this." 

"Charles," He says finally, "My name is Charles." 

You wipe over the cut again and then apply a bandage, offering a smile that makes Charles's heart do things, and he's pretty sure it's not the seawater he ingested, or the potential concussion. "Well, Charles. That's the best I can do, for the time being." 

"Is the Prince okay?" The tiny voice returns, and Charles turns to see a young girl with a birthday sash slung over her shoulder peering up at him. 

It was a child's birthday party, and his subpar surfing skills crashed it. 

Literally. "Yes," Charles answers. "Sorry for interrupting your party." 

"It's okay," She says, gesturing to you. "We were waiting for her prince anyway. Now you can kiss!" 

"Ruby!" You say with a small laugh. "Prince Charles here just got hurt!" 

"And you can kiss it better," Ruby states firmly. "Mermaid magic." 

Then, there's a little swarm of girls behind Ruby, all looking at you and Charles intently. "I'm sorry about them," The woman says quickly. "It's sort of a mob mentality." 

"I can only kiss it better if the prince gives me permission." You say, crossing your arms over your chest, and making Charles's eyes widen. He has to give permission? For you to kiss him? He would say it's the other way around, considering you're a majestic mermaid, and he's a drowning man you just pulled from the water. 

"Go on!" Ruby says, glaring at him. "Let her make it better." 

"I-of course." He rushes out, tilting his head down. "Anything to stop the pain." 

Then, to his shock, you lean over and gently press a kiss to his forehead, and the tiny crowd erupts in cheers as heat flushes from Charles's cheeks to his ears. "Now, you all have to let Prince Charles go to get actual medical help." 

"I'll take them back to the car." The other woman says, quickly herding them away as Charles wobbly stands. 

"Sorry about that," You say up at him, and he has to remind himself that you can't stand. Tail, and all. Maybe he'll have to carry you out here, and he'll get to be the hero in reverse. Maybe, he thinks before he can stop himself, he'll get another kiss for helping. "If that was uncomfortable, or you felt forced, but-" 

"No, no!" Charles says, sounding far too eager. "It's not every day you get the chance to kiss a mermaid. I should make it up to you, and your niece, for crashing the party and all. Dinner?" 

Then, because today is truly full of surprises, you slip your phone from the bag and unlock it before handing it to him. A mermaid with a phone. Part of him thinks you'd use a shell.

Part of him thinks he might be genuinely losing his mind, and his team should come and rescue him soon. "Dinner sounds lovely, Prince Charles." 

"Will you wear the tail?" He asks over the phone as he types in his number. 

"Unless it's a swim up bar? No." 

-

f1gossip Something fishy is going on! Charles Leclerc suffered a nasty fall while surfing in Melbourne this week, only to be saved by a mermaid! the unnamed sea creature was seen tending to Charles's wounds on the rocks before returning to his crew. (We don't really know either.)

↳ carcarcar ...what timeline did we enter for Charles to be saved by a MERMAID?

↳ forza-ferrawri hopefully a timeline where Ferrari can win

↳ brocedes never letting go of the disney prince allegations 

↳ fan44 f1gossip, I think it's time for a nap...or a reality check

-

"Okay, okay-" Pierre wheezes out, barely managing to block the pillow Charles tosses at him. "Okay! Let me get this straight: you wiped out and got saved by a mermaid? With-with the tail?" Then, when Charles can't bring himself to answer, "And you believed it!" 

"You'd believe it too!" It had been a few days since you'd rescued Charles, and he was sort of still losing his mind. His team had given him a clean bill of health, no concussion, safe to race, but he couldn't stop thinking about you. It had been real, your texts to him had proven. You were dressed up for your niece's birthday but deep down in Charles's heart, a young part of him still wanted to believe that you were an actual mermaid, if only to help his bruised ego. "It was either a real mermaid or I was hallucinating." 

"You never thought it could be a costume?" When you'd just been dragged underwater and smashed against a rock?

No, a costume did not cross Charles's mind. "It looked so real! Even the tail!" 

Max appears in their little rest station, Red Bull in hand like it always is, offering a matching, shit-eating grin as Pierre's, and without having to say anything, Charles throws a pillow at him too. They wouldn't understand! He wasn't just being an idiot, or delusional, you had been so ethereal, so beautiful, you had to be magical. Magic was the only way to explain why you'd say yes to dinner with him. Magic was the only reason any of this could have happened at all. "So," Max finally says, coming to sit beside Pierre, "You were saved by a mermaid, who helped bandage you up, and who you then asked out to dinner?" 

"They also kissed it better." Charles admits quietly, and both Pierre and Max blinked at him before finally speaking again.

"You're fucked." Charles throws another pillow, now out of them on his couch, and Max catches it and launches it back, and Charles can't block it in time. It hits against his head and he hisses, gently rubbing at where you'd applied the bandage, and all Charles can think is that you technically already had your first kiss together.

He wasn't like this, with people, with dating. He didn't randomly give out his number, most certainly now that he was a driver. It had to be magic, for you to have won him over so easily, or maybe it was his injured mental state. All Charles knew is that he was, in fact, fucked, and there was nothing he could do but see it through.

"This can't be real!" Pierre says, shaking his head. 

"They are too real." Charles snaps back, already pulling his phone out to show off your Instagram. He didn't do that normally, either, stalk social media accounts, but he needed to see if you worked as a professional mermaid or something, or if you were hiding a secret mermaid identity. 

"Who, the person or the mermaid?" Max teases, and Charles pauses to stare at a new post, underwater shot of you and your tail and all, and Charles just sort of stares at his phone until Pierre and Max come over to join him. 

"Oh." Pierre says, reaching over to zoom in on the photo of you with a tail. "That does look real." 

Vindication, Charles thinks, has never looked so good. 

-

Liked by yourbestie, charles_leclerc and others

yourusername we take playing mermaids very seriously in this house

↳ yourbestie the best aunt/mermaid in the world 

↳ yourusername anything for my baby 🥰

↳ charles_leclerc how can you tell me you're not a real mermaid? look at the second photo!

↳ yourusername maybe you hit your head harder on that rock than we thought...

↳ charles_leclerc this is a conspiracy against me.

↳ f1_fanatic CHARLES???

↳ mclar_win they really weren't kidding that he was saved by a mermaid

-

It was just supposed to be dinner.

You weren't crazy, after all. Most of the world thinks you are, considering pictures have ended up everywhere of you and Charles, apparently an F1 driver, with you in a mermaid tail, but you were not crazy. You didn't just randomly accept guy's numbers, especially those you're pretty sure are concussed, but there was just something about Charles that made every little crazy thing seem normal. 

Because it wasn't just dinner, it was an incredible, five star experience that turned into drinks the next day. 

And it wasn't just drinks, it was laughing and bonding and skipping what felt like a 100 first dates and just going straight into getting to know each other. He'd told you about his race, and you'd watched it, and you told him how happy you were for him, and he didn't understand. He'd placed eighth, injured and all! He didn't seem thrilled with the number, but to you? You'd save his life, and then he'd gotten eighth in a grand prix. 

You deserved part of his points, you'd joked, and he told you he'd send every trophy he got your way. 

That's how you ended up on a boat that he'd rented, alone off the coast. Your best friend said you'd be crazy to turn him down, but now, you're starting to wonder if you're crazy for seeing this through. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but there was something about Charles that just sort of made you see it through. 

"I'm still not convinced," Charles says from where he's sprawled on a beach towel. "I think this is all a disguise." 

Even if he was still pretty caught up on the mermaid thing. "What? My legs?" You say, rolling onto your side to squint down at him

"Mermaid magic," Charles answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world, hand coming up to play with your drying hair. You'd spent a better part of the morning in the water, spending Charles's last day in Australia together, and something unspoken was stuck between you. The way you feel isn't just some fling, but you'd only known him for three days. You wouldn't blame him for moving on and forgetting about you, and all this mermaid stuff. "You don't want the world to know mermaids are real, so you're hiding it from me." 

You laugh, falling back down onto your towel, and Charles shoots up onto his elbows to offer a soft glare. "Oh, you're serious?" 

"It looked so real! This-" He pokes at your leg a few times, before his hand flattens out to smooth against your thigh, and your faces heat up in tandem. "This isn't right," Charles says finally, giving your leg a small squeeze. "Where's the fins? The shells?" 

"Do you have a thing for mermaids?" You tease, and Charles rips his hand off your leg, cheeks turning a rather nice shade of pink.

"All I'm saying is you make a very beautiful, believable mermaid, and that your secret is safe with me." A beautiful, believable mermaid. You can't immediately think of anything to say after that, stuck replaying those four words on a loop. He doesn't move to lay back down, just perched at your side, and you reach over to grab his ankle.

You'd have to address it eventually, you think. Until then, however, you'll play along, even if it's starting to grow old. "I should get my shark friends to eat you." 

"See! Proof." Charles says before rising to his feet, and he smugly crosses his arms over his chest as he peers down at you. "You're terrible at hiding your secret identity." 

"At what point do I get concerned that you think I'm a mermaid?" And, instead of answering you, Charles bends down to pick you up, an arm easily slotting under your back and under your knees to haul you up. You gasp, quick to wrap your arms around him, and pressed this close, you think he really might be a prince. 

He's wealthy enough to be, surely, but it was just the way he looked, but more specifically, the way he looked at you. You couldn't find anything particularly poetic to say about his eyes, or his hair, or that damning smile, but when Charles looked at you, it didn't matter whatever else was going on. 

You just wanted him to keep looking. "Well, I suppose there's one way to test if you are a mermaid or not." 

Then, with little grace, Charles throws you overboard.

You gasp as you hit the water, sputtering as you breach the surface, and Charles squints down at your legs pedalling in the water. You splash water up at him as he laughs, and you wouldn't take back any of the things you'd said about him, but you would add that you were getting annoyed at his antics, and fast. "Charles!" You admonish, "I'm not going to grow a tail!" 

"You can forgive a man for trying, no?" You swim back to the boat, trying to get up the ladder. "Oh come on, ma perle. Your secret is safe with me." 

"Help me up," You say, and as Charles takes your hand, you get a wonderful, terrible idea. 

You let go of the ladder, falling backward and pulling Charles with you, and he screeches as he hits the water, payback for all the ridiculous things you've put up with so far. If it were anyone else, you think, all this mermaid business would have grown old fast, but with Charles's charm, it's hard to hate it, especially when he's wrapping his arms around you again. "You," He says as his hands find your waist, and your arms wrap around his neck, "Are mean." 

"Payback." You answer happily, and Charles's eyes dip from yours to drag down to your mouth, and suddenly, the chill of the water is gone and replaced by the heat of being pressed so close to him. 

It was barely a week, you try to remind yourself. You'd only gone to dinner, and drinks, and out this afternoon, but something about it felt enticing in a way you'd never felt before. It had never felt like he was a stranger, considering he let you kiss his forehead for your niece, or the way he talked like he'd known you his whole life. 

Maybe you were the one losing it, considering all the things that meant this didn't work out in the end. He was a famous driver who lived in Monaco, nowhere near you or Australia, but it's hard to think of excuses not to kiss a man when he's currently leaning in. You meet him halfway, a clumsy thing as you try to stay afloat in the water, but it's right, like you were always meant to be pressed close to Charles like this, like this was your hundredth kiss, and not your first. Charles deepens it, hand coming up to cradle your cheek before he seems to forget that he needs to keep himself afloat and he slips underwater, breaking the moment. "Maybe you're a siren," He says as he re-emerges, shaking out his hair and spraying you with it. "Trying to drown me." 

"Maybe I am." You tease in response, and Charles feigns a gasp. 

"Proof! Again!" Then, with a grin, his hands find your waist again and he pulls you against him. "You know, you shouldn't be out here, terrorizing Melbourne's beaches." 

"Oh really?" Charles nods enthusiastically. 

"Mhm," He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I happen to know a prince, in Monaco, who could use the company instead." 

-

f1gossip Shapeshifter or Siren? After being saved by a mermaid, Charles Leclerc was spotted getting cozy with a certain someone in the water after his race...without a tail!

↳ fan16 why am I lowkey disappointed they aren't an actual mermaid

↳ brocedes after Ferrari's race this weekend?? man probably is trying to drown himself

↳ forza-ferrawri he already tried it with the water in his seat 

↳ totallynotyourbestie can we just appreciate how cute they are??

↳ mclar_win Charles dating an Australian Mermaid? Checks out

-

-

-

Liked by yourbestie, charles_leclerc and others

yourusername he keeps pushing me into the water to see if I'll grow a tail

↳ charles_leclerc it might work, ma perle

↳ yourusername you're lucky you're cute

↳ fan16 my pearl 😭 even her nickname is mermaid themed

↳ yourbestie @/charles_leclerc i hear mermaids like the waters better in monaco...just saying

↳ charles_leclerc tickets are already booked

-

Liked by yourbestie, yourusername and others

charles_leclerc might not have any pictures of mermaids, but plenty of us

↳ yourusername you're never letting this go, are you?

↳ charles_leclerc no

↳ pierregasly no      

↳ yourbestie no 🥰

↳ brocedes the meet cute to end all meet cutes

↳ forza-ferrawri literally a fairytale

a/n: i need to be on a beach. right now. that is where this came from

[muqingslover]

[ Pushing my virgin Caleb agenda again yippieeeee. God he's such a loser I love him. Thinking about making a masterlist but im a full-time procrastinator lmfao ]

Virgin!Caleb who has zero sexual experience but is the textbook definition of sexual frustration. This man is about to snap in more ways than one.

Virgin!Caleb who during his teen years had to deal with his raging hormones and finally caved and searched for porn one night. He couldn't care less about the content itself only that the person MUST look like you, bonus point if their voice sounded similar to yours.

Virgin!Caleb who feels incredibly guilty each time he cums using your clothes but he can't stop himself from burying his nose into the soft fabric of your coat as his other hand quickly moves up and down his dripping cock— By the gods, you just smell so fucking heavenly.

Virgin!Caleb who wants to try everything at least once (as long as it doesn't hurt you) because he simply can't get enough of you and your body. Of all the LIs I think he's the most open to pegging but that's a topic for another day muehehehe

Virgin!Caleb who watches you sleep like a creep and notices your shirt riding up while you laid comfortably on your stomach. His eyes trail down to your exposed skin, body growing uncomfortably hot and causing him to shift the way he's sitting on the edge of the bed. He wonders...Would you squirm if he brushed his fingertips down your back? Would you tell him to stop? Or would you let him move lower? Would you let him slip his hands under the waistband of your shorts to feel your soft thighs and press against the thin fabric of your underwear, that would surely be wet by now— ....Yep, he definitely needs an extra cold shower tonight.

Virgin!Caleb who gets nosebleeds every freaking time you do or say something his dirty, loser mind considers as too much to handle. I will die on this hill if I have to listen to mE HE GETS NOSEBLEEDS AND IT'S SO HOT BELIEVE ME ! !

Virgin!Caleb who tries to keep his composure after he accidentally caught you grinding into a pillow and whining so good. He knows he should leave, that this is beyond immoral, but his body won't listen and honestly it's not like he really tried all that much.

Virgin!Caleb who is now leaning against the wall next to your door as he ignored his throbbing boner straining against his tight pants, trying to imagine that your pretty moans were because of him instead. How he wished he could just walk in there and taste you. To mark you as his so no one else would even dare to look at you. To keep you locked in his room, safe and healthy, while he spent his day buried into your soft little hole until either of you were unable to form a coherent thought.

Virgin!Caleb who had to cover his mouth to prevent your name from spilling out when his climax hit him and he made a mess in his own pants without even touching himself, sliding down the wall after his shaky knees gave out. Oh yeah, he's in biiiig trouble.

[foreingersgod]

Earned It . PB

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

synopsis: sexy body shots with UCONNs finest

spicy little oneshot for you as my apology for being so slow with “softcore”

“paige, please” you had been begging all night, your lips finding their way to the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine “just loosen up a little bit…”

and she’d groan, oh how she hated the effect you had on her. so annoying, yet so irresistible that she couldn’t stand it. she lolled her head to the side, letting you gain even more access to her soft skin. you were quick to lean in even closer to place a quick peck underneath her jaw. the drink in her hand sloshed around slightly as she slowly came undone under your touch.

absolutely relentless, she thought. and you knew it, too.

“just once,” you whispered again. words laced with so much persuasion that she was able to hear you clearly, even over the brawl of the club “i’m begging you”

clubbing was one thing, getting absolutely wasted was another. but body shots? that was a whole other territory she didn’t touch. she had felt they were unnecessary, no point in swapping around germs in an already filthy atmosphere nor was it anything short of tacky. but she’d be damned if you weren’t tempting her to give in.

the night had gone by like any other weekend. you, paige, and her team had all decided to go out for the night and have a little fun. paige had no intention of drinking more than she normally had, wanting to make sure she had a sober mind to ensure the two of you got back to your shared apartment safely. you had gotten so excited to wind down after a long week and she wanted to let you have your fun.

but a few drinks turned into…a lot more, and you were getting touchier by the second. hands roamed her body, toying with the buckle of her belt as you danced against her throughout the night, knowing it would drive her crazy. palms squeezing her biceps after every drink like a silent plea as you always did when you wanted something. you wouldn't be letting up anytime soon.

"i'll never ask again i promise," you implored once more. you had never asked much of her, never made her do anything that made her uncomfortable, but the idea of taking a shot off of paige's toned body turned you on like nothing had before. you probably seemed desperate, a pathetic mess as you tugged on your girlfriend's sleeve, but you knew she was bound to give in eventually.

and just like you had hoped, before you knew it, she was giving into your every word.

"fine," she grumbled, gaze washing over your glossy eyes "just this once, i mean it"

those few words were all you needed to drag her away from the rest of your group, a bottle of tequila along with salt and a lime wedge in one hand, paige's hand in the other. it all passed by her in a blur; sweaty bodies on the dance floor entering and leaving her vison swiftly as you pulled her through the probing lights and towards a private room. she couldn't help but feel her heart pounding at the excitement of it all, sneaking away with you into a back room at a club was all so exhilarating.

you shot her a sneaky grin as you shut the door behind you, seeing the skeptical look on her face. such a tough girl, always putting on that intimidating facade, broken down to a trembling state before you.

the room was small but perfect for your request. dim lights and a plush sectional sat against a wall, a lengthy table to pair with it. it smelt of cigarettes and booze, and most importantly, it was private. you bit your lip as you sauntered towards paige with a faint swing of your hips. she looked so good tonight, adorned in a form fitting shirt that exposed just enough of her abs to make your drool. enough to let your imagination run wild.

"you look nervous" you pointed sarcastically, bottle still within your grip.

"yeah" she gulped "you always make me nervous"

"you don't need to be nervous around me paigey," you smiled in an attempt to reassure her "it's just a drink, babe"

"it's a drink-" her head tilted down at you, watching you as you backed her up towards the couch. the backs of her knees hit the soft material when you came chest to chest, forcing her to sit down with a huff. you laughed softly as you set the bottle on the table momentarily to place yourself in her lap "that you're drinking off my stomach"

"and that's stressing you out how exactly?"

"it's not stressing me out" she scoffed, though you could see a smirk toying at the ends of her lips. the weight of your body on hers was making her impatient, making her needy "i'm just waiting for your ass to do it already"

"damn, all you have to do is say please" you shrugged at her innocently. you knew riling her up like this would only make it better.

she rolled her eyes as you slid off of lap swiftly, noticing how she adjusted her position skittishly. it was your favorite thing about paige, how completely agreeable she was when she was with you. she was so high strung naturally, basketball and her future career keeping her tense, but she was swept under your charm the second you got her alone.

"okay you ready?" you asked, picking up the bottle of tequila excitedly. you gestured to the table, patting the cool glass with the flat of your hand.

her tongue ran smoothly along the back of her bottom teeth as she let out a resilient sigh. her hands gripped her thighs roughly as she hoisted herself up off the couch, feet dragging dramatically over to the table.

"come lay down you big baby" you laughed "you need to ease up!"

so she did, but not without making a show out of it first-in typical paige fashion. she jutted out her bottom lip ever so slightly, just to let you know she was only doing this because you wanted her to. her limbs stretched out as she groaned to get herself comfortable on the cool glass, causing that stupid shirt to ride up again, her fingertips reaching the hem to pull it up even higher to let you have access.

"you're ridiculous" you snorted, knowing damn well that her plan of seduction was working incredibly well "relax!"

"when you're about to put your mouth on my abs?" she eyed you "that's funny baby"

your fingers found their way to her shirt, hiking it up towards her rib cage, the fabric scrunching up far more than paige had originally allowed. she gasped slightly as the cool air hit her warm skin, feeling how your fingertips were still wet from the condensation of the bottle.

"yeah, but you'll like it" you said, and she knew you were right. no matter how you touched her, she'd be putty in your hands "just let me help you wind down paige, you've earned it"

she fell silent in mere seconds, suddenly a lot more obliging to your request. you tried to hide the satisfied smile that tugged at your lips, but paige was quick to urge you to 'hurry up and just do it already'. so, you listened without hesitation as you uncapped the bottle.

you made it your mission to make a charade out of it all, get her worked up and squirming below you. so far so good. slowly but deliberately, you shook the salt just around the curve of her belly button and poured the tequila carefully into the crevice. she winced at the sensation but softened when you put the lime to her lips.

hold this for me, will you? you joked before turning your attention back to the task at hand. the corner of her mouth lifted slightly at your humor, though not lasting long, once you lowered yourself towards her abdomen.

your breath was hot against her already warm skin, making her abs tighten in excitement. your lips teased her midriff as you placed a taunting kiss against her. time seemed to slow in that moment as she imagined each touch so delicately, quickly dissipating when you finally began the shot.

the sensation of your tongue sweeping across her skin felt familiar as you licked up the salt. a feeling she knew all too well, never wanting it to end. then she felt your tongue maneuver to her navel to lap up the alcohol as painstakingly slow as possible. she let out an audible groan, one that you would most definitely tease her for later, as you drank every last drop off her body.

fuck, she repeatedly muttered the longer you over her.

her rambles were cut short once you switched from her torso to the upper half of her body, your lips making contact with hers to take the lime from her mouth. it was messy and honestly, if you asked paige, unexpectedly arousing the way your lips enveloped hers. you pulled away with a shake of your head as the bitterness of the fruit set in, chuckling with exuberance. but your girlfriend remained in her reclined position, still in awe of what you had just done to her. her lashes batted low at you, brushing against the tops of her cheeks are she attempted to find the right words to explain this moment.

"see?" you scrunched your nose, licking the remaining tequila off your lips "not so bad huh?"

she felt stupid in a way, how she was gawking at you. all flustered over a fucking shot. but the shyness left her body once you lent your hand out to her, helping her off the table and pulling her in close to you. you sneaked in a quick kiss to her cheek, soaking in the scent of the distilled spirit.

"way better than i expected" she panted as her hands wandered down to your waist. her fingertips dug into your skin gently, urging you to take notice of her eagerness to finally leave. you raised an eyebrow at her when she used her grip to tug you flush against her chest.

"but i definitely think i'm ready to take you home now"

[bytemee]

SUPER RICH KIDS — yu jimin.

"super rich kids with nothin' but loose ends."

synopsis. stuck on a miserable family vacation with the same rich elites you’ve spent your whole life trying to escape, you somehow become karina’s new favorite distraction—whether as her escape or just her latest source of entertainment. either way, trouble seems to follow wherever she goes, and you’re starting to wonder if getting caught up in it is a mistake… or exactly what you need.

pairing. rich!girlkarina x rich!girl!reader

warning(s). language, dysfunctional family (they're rich vro), drinking, impulsive/reckless behavior, kissing (OH EM GEE.), and let me know if there's more.

words. 3.4k

authors note. i got a lot of reqs to work on, but chat...im actually gonna go ghost for a bit...wanted to feed u before i left. NOT FOR LONG JUST A BIT.

masterlist. navigation.

the night had started with forced smiles and expensive wine.

a business dinner, your father called it—an important meeting with the yu family about a potential merger, partnership, or investment—something that only mattered to men who measured their worth in profit margins. you were there for appearances, another polished accessory at the table, sitting pretty in an outfit that cost too much and shoes that made your feet ache.

karina yu, seated across from you, was similarly dressed up and looked just as uncomfortable. she was a year younger than you and, like you, was being trained to follow in her father's footsteps. the yu heir, your father liked to say.

"so polite." your mother would smile. "a proper young lady."

and she was. always so obedient, so docile. her eyes lingered on you a little too long every time you refilled your glass, every time you made a face at the bitter taste of wine, every time you raised your arm to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand—the way a boy would.

somewhere between dessert and your father's third whiskey, he made a comment. something about the way you dressed, the way you ate, the way you spoke. the words came out slurred, and your mother didn't say anything, but karina's eyes met yours in a flash of pity. you weren’t even sure what you said back. maybe you laughed. maybe you just took another sip. either way, by the time the dinner ended, you were in the midst of an argument, your father's face flushed with anger, your mother's lips drawn tight with disapproval.

"fuck you!" you'd spat, legs moving of their own accord. "you're such a fucking bastard!"

and then you saw it.

your father’s porsche, gleaming under the valet lights, parked at the front like a monument to his self-importance.

before you could think twice, you were slipping off your shoes and hurling one at the windshield. the crack of impact was louder than you expected, and you watched in a daze as a spiderweb of fissures spread across the glass.

“have you lost your mind?”

you went around the car, popping open the trunk before grabbing one of his sleek golf clubs and bringing it down over the hood; the first hit dented the hood. the second left a long, jagged scratch across the side. the third—

"stop! are you crazy?" your mother yelled.

you barely spared her a glance, breathless as you adjusted your sunglasses, heart pounding in your ears as you brought the club down again and again, watching as the car crumpled under the force of each blow. and when you finally ran out of breath, you looked up and saw the doorman staring. your mother, too, her face pale and expressionless. even your father, still standing by the front door, hadn't moved.

even the yu parents watched with thinly veiled horror.

and then there was karina.

standing just a few feet away, hands clasped in front of her, head tilted ever so slightly as the faintest ghost of a smirk curled at the corner of her lips.

three years later, you weren’t supposed to still think about that night.

but the problem with rich people was that they never let anything die. your father’s car had been replaced by the end of the week, the dinner party swept under the rug, your behavior excused as a rough patch in polite conversation. still, the whispers followed you through every gala, every charity event, every hushed conversation between wives who sipped champagne and smiled like they weren’t enjoying the gossip.

and unfortunately, karina's family, along with others, joined you on this godforsaken vacation, this trip of torture and misery. this was a chance for your parents to play recruiter, and they weren't the only ones.

you try to avoid her. really, you do.

you sit at opposite ends of the dinner table, sip champagne like it might actually make this tolerable, and politely nod at conversations about stock portfolios and summer homes in monaco. but the whole time, her gaze is like a brand. you can feel her eyes on you, burning a hole right through the back of your skull.

"she's still staring," you murmur at some point, leaning into your best friend's ear.

"who is?" he whispers back, turning his head ever so slightly to glance around the room.

you sigh and look back down at your plate, idly playing with the food on your plate. you're not hungry. you haven't been hungry for the last three days. it's a wonder you've managed to keep any of it down. "karina," you say. "she keeps—"

"karina?"

"yes," you hiss. "karina yu. has been staring at me nonstop for the past twenty minutes."

he pauses and looks at you, his eyes widening in understanding.

"oh, right," he says, and then his gaze shifts to your left, and he raises a hand in greeting. "hey," he says, and when you glance up, you see her waving back.

you groan inwardly, and she must hear because the next moment, her gaze is on you again. you meet her stare and watch as she raises her wineglass in a small toast. "she's pretty," your best friend says.

you roll your eyes and look away. "i guess," you say.

she’s trouble, is what you really mean.

but you don’t say it, because then you’d have to explain. you’d have to explain the way she had stood there that night, watching you rip your father’s car apart like it was performance art, the way her lips had curled in approval.

you shift in your seat and pretend like the weight of her gaze doesn’t make your skin prickle. your best friend, ever oblivious, keeps sipping his champagne.

and then—she slides into the seat next to you.

she smells like jasmine, and her hair brushes against your cheek as she leans over to whisper in your ear. "you’re not even pretending to have fun," she says. when you turn your head, karina is right there, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she smiles at you.

you swallow thickly.

“i didn’t know i was supposed to be entertaining anyone,” you say.

she tilts her head. “that’s the thing about you. you always end up putting on a show anyway.”

your grip tightens around your fork. “what do you want?”

her lips press together like she’s holding back a laugh. “a little company.”

“i’m busy.”

“with what?”

you blink at her.

and karina smiles sweetly, cocking her head to one side. her hair spills over her shoulder in a glossy wave, and she tilts her chin up, just a little, her eyes dancing with challenge. she looks good like this—all sharp angles and smooth lines, her clothes tailored to perfection, accentuating every curve. you hate that you notice.

she licks her lips, and your stomach flips.

and just like that, you stupidly take the bait.

“fine,” you say, setting your napkin down with a sharp flick. “where are we going?”

karina grins, like she’s just won something.

the next thing you know, you’re in the driver's seat of some random convertible, the engine purring underneath you. it's not hers; it's yours, and it's not either of your parents’ because you both stole it from the hotel parking lot.

“you’re going to get us killed,” karina says, but she’s laughing, wind whipping through her hair as you speed down an empty road. you shoot her a grin, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the radio until it lands on some old r&b song you barely remember.

“wouldn’t be the worst way to go,” you muse. “at least the headlines would be fun.”

she gasps, clutching her chest in mock horror. “tragic demise of two rich idiots—local community breathes sigh of relief.”

you bark out a laugh, the sound cutting through the wind, and you feel a sharp pang of relief when karina grins back, wide enough to show teeth. you almost miss the turn for the beach, and she yelps as you swerve onto a side street, tires squealing against the pavement. it's late, well past midnight, and the roads are deserted. you can't hear anything over the roar of the engine.

it's electrifying.

"this is the stupidest thing i've ever done," she says breathlessly, and you throw back your head and laugh.

"isn't it?" you say. "and we're only getting started."

karina grins, white teeth flashing in the dark, and then you're driving down the coastline, music blaring, windows rolled all the way down. the ocean air fills your lungs, and you feel lighter than you have in weeks, months—years, maybe.

the beach is empty when you finally pull up, the sand stretching out under the moonlight, waves crashing in the distance. you kill the engine, and the two of you sit there in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of the wind, the water, and your own breathing.

karina shifts beside you, tilting her head as she looks out toward the water. “it’s pretty,” she says, her voice soft.

you follow her gaze, watching as the waves roll in, cresting against the shore, leaving foamy trails in their wake. you nod absently.

"yeah."

you clear your throat and reach for the door handle. “come on.”

she follows without question, slipping off her heels as soon as her feet hit the sand. you do the same, relishing the way the cool grains shift beneath your toes. it feels good after being cooped up all day, stuck in stuffy rooms full of people you couldn’t care less about.

karina inhales sharply.

you turn to look at her, and she laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she walks past you toward the ocean. the breeze catches her dress, making it ripple around her hips, and you follow without thinking, drawn to her like a moth to flame.

karina takes a deep breath, then exhales long and slow. “god,” she mutters, rubbing a hand over her face. “i needed this.”

you smirk. “the break from pretending to be the perfect daughter?”

she huffs out a laugh, but there’s something wry in her smile. “something like that.”

there's an awkward pause where neither of you speaks. karina stares out at the ocean, and you stare at her, watching as her eyes grow distant and thoughtful.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask.

she hesitates, then glances at you. “that night.”

you don’t have to ask which one.

“ah,” you say, stretching your arms overhead. “and here i thought we were avoiding the past.”

“i think about it sometimes,” she admits. “the way you just did it. no second-guessing, no hesitation. you just let it all out.”

you scoff, kicking at the sand. “and look where it got me. my dad replaced the car, my mom pretended it never happened, and i’m still stuck in the same stupid cycle.” you shake your head and run a hand through your hair. "all i did was make things worse."

karina turns to look at you, her eyes sharp as she studies you.

"but you felt better afterward, didn't you?" she asks softly.

you glance away, chewing on your bottom lip as you consider the question. you did feel better. for a while, anyway. but the feeling faded quickly enough. your parents were pissed, and they made sure to remind you how disappointed they were and how embarrassing it was to have their daughter act like that.

"i guess," you finally say.

karina hums thoughtfully, then takes a step closer to you. "would you ever do something like that again?"

you raise an eyebrow. "why? planning on watching again?"

she doesn't flinch. "maybe."

you snort and shake your head, “you liked it, didn’t you?”

and she smiles.

“i like when people stop pretending.”

and there it is—the real reason she keeps following you around, why she keeps pushing you, why she keeps testing you. it's not because she likes you; it's because she's curious. she wants to see how far you'll go, how much it'll take before you crack. you wonder if she's always been like this, if her family's wealth and influence have made her so bored and jaded that she'll do anything for entertainment.

you don't know what possesses you to take a step forward.

but karina doesn’t move away, doesn't even blink; her gaze flicks upward, meeting your eyes. you're taller than her by a few inches, and she has to tilt her chin up slightly to maintain eye contact, and for a moment, you wonder if she's going to kiss you. but instead, she reaches out and touches your cheek. her fingers are warm against your skin, and you swallow thickly as she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

her thumb lingers near your jaw. "i'm hungry."

you blink, caught off guard by the sudden change of topic. "what?"

karina grins and lets her hand fall back to her side. "i said i'm hungry," she repeats, then nods toward the beach. "we should get some food."

you open your mouth to respond, but she's already walking away, headed toward the car, her dress billowing out behind her.

you take a deep breath.

then another.

and another.

and then you follow, because what else are you supposed to do?

an hour later, you were sprawled across the king-sized bed of a five-star hotel that you booked just for tonight with your dad's black card, karina curled up beside you in an oversized robe, giggling into her hand as you held the room’s phone to your ear.

you weren’t sure exactly what time it was, but you didn't care, forcing your voice to be deeper, which was totally not believable and made you sound like a fucking idiot.

"sir," the poor receptionist stammered, "the kitchen is closed—"

"do you know who i am?" you interrupted, deepening your voice even more as you mimicked your father’s business tone. "i could have this entire establishment shut down by morning. now, i want a steak, medium rare, and a bottle of your best wine on the table within the hour."

the line went quiet for a moment, and you could hear typing in the background. karina muffled her laughter against your shoulder before composing herself just enough to put on her best impression of your mother. "and do not forget the crème brûlée," she added, her voice sickly sweet. "my husband simply must have his dessert."

there was another long pause on the other end.

"…right away, sir," the receptionist finally said, defeated.

the moment you hung up, karina lost it, burying her face in the sheets as she laughed. you couldn’t help but grin, watching the way she absolutely delighted in your childish antics, how she encouraged them with her own impulsive ideas. it felt like a dream, something so outside the realm of reality that it was almost absurd. and yet, there you were, playing make-believe like children, stealing bottles of alcohol and ordering room service at 2 am.

"this is crazy," karina said between giggles, looking up at you with shining eyes. "absolutely insane."

you raised an eyebrow. "crazy enough to be fun?"

she blinked at you for a second before smiling. "yes."

you grinned. "good."

the room service arrives anyway (turns out, rich people always get what they want), and karina laughs when the waiter leaves, eyeing the table full of food. she looks like a kid on christmas morning, and you can't help but smile as she takes in all the options. the two of you sit side by side at the table, digging into the assortment of food.

it's probably the most delicious meal you've ever eaten.

karina laughs, taking a sip from her glass of wine as she watches you devour the steak. you try to ignore the way your stomach twists when she smiles at you, but it's hard not to notice the warmth spreading through your chest every time she looks your way. it makes your cheeks flush, and you're suddenly grateful that the lights are dim enough to hide it.

"i can't remember the last time i ate this much," you mumble around a mouthful of food.

"me neither," she admits. "i think i might explode."

"same," you say.

she leans back in her chair, swirling the wine in her glass before bringing it up to her lips. "what are we going to do tomorrow?" she asks.

you shrug. "dunno."

karina sets her glass down and watches you for a moment; the way she studies you makes your breath catch, and you quickly look away, suddenly too aware of how close you're sitting. her knee brushes against yours under the table, a light touch that makes your heart beat faster than it should.

"you've got some sauce—" she gestures vaguely toward your face.

you reach up to wipe it away, but she tuts, shaking her head. "no, here."

before you can react, she leans in, her thumb brushing against the corner of your lips, wiping away the sauce with a soft sweep. your skin burns where she touches you, and your gaze flickers up to meet hers. she smiles slightly, and your breath catches when her thumb lingers on your lip before she pulls away.

"there," she murmurs, licking the sauce off her finger, and oh god—your pulse spikes, and your whole body flushes.

you clear your throat and try to ignore the way the room suddenly feels warmer than before. it's too hot, and your clothes feel tight around your chest. you can't breathe. karina's gaze burns into you, and you swallow hard, trying not to squirm under her scrutiny.

"are you okay?" she asks.

"fine," you manage, reaching for the bottle of wine. your hands shake slightly as you pour yourself a glass, and when you glance back at karina, her eyes are still on you, studying you like you're a 400-page textbook.

you take a large sip.

"so," she says slowly, resting her chin in her palm, "have you ever had a girlfriend?"

you choke on the wine.

karina watches as you splutter and cough, her expression amused as you struggle to catch your breath. when you finally manage to compose yourself, she raises an eyebrow expectantly.

"well?"

"what?"

she smiles, "or a boyfriend? whichever one floats your boat."

"uh…" you trail off, trying to think.

"i haven't either," she says helpfully.

your face burns, and you take another sip of wine, hoping the alcohol will ease the sudden tension in your shoulders. "i haven't really thought about it," you admit.

"really?" she tilts her head curiously. "not even once?"

you shrug, picking at a loose thread on the hem of your shirt.

"okay," she says, and then she slides off her chair and moves around the table, standing next to you. you turn, startled, and she's right there, leaning against the armrest of your seat, her eyes dark as she stares at you.

"kiss me," she says.

your heart skips a beat.

"what?"

"you heard me," she says, smiling a little as she runs a finger along the edge of the table. "kiss me."

"i can't."

"why not?"

"because—" you start and then stop, not sure how to explain why this is a terrible idea. because your family will kill me? because my parents will disown me?

karina's smile widens.

"if you won't, i will."

you blink. "what?"

"i said," she says slowly, "if you won't, then i will."

she steps closer, her gaze locked onto yours. your breath hitches, and you lean back instinctively, but her hand finds your thigh, squeezing gently. she smells like jasmine, and her skin feels warm where it brushes against yours.

"kiss me," she murmurs, eyes dancing with challenge.

you swallow hard.

"okay," you say, your voice hoarse.

her smile widens, and she leans forward, her lips brushing against yours. it's soft at first, tentative, and then her hand slides up your thigh, and your brain short-circuits. she's gentle but persistent, coaxing you open, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you gasp. you let her in, tasting wine and strawberries and something sweeter.

your mind goes blank.

when you pull apart, her eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide. her lips are swollen and pink, and she licks them slowly, savoring the taste. she smiles at you, a lazy, satisfied grin.

"well?" she asks.

your heart pounds wildly in your chest.

"good," you croak.

karina laughs.

you wake up with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily. there's no one next to you, just an empty space where a person should be. the sheets are still warm.

karina left a note.

and a phone number.

call me when you want to have fun again. - karina <3

[anhesacardia]

Forbidden Promises

Chapter 5 (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Modernau!Sukuna x Mother!Reader

Genre: Hidden Baby Trope

Summary: Reader opens up a bakery after running away from her three year relationship with Sukuna, effectively ghosting him and hiding away in the middle of the countryside. Unknown to Sukuna, reader also had a baby, and now is living peacefully until an unfateful meeting starts to pull her back into the life she so desperately escaped from.

Tw: ooc Sukuna, use of y/n like twice, angst heh, Sukuna is lwk a simp…if there’s anything I missed do tell me!! Overthinking Sukuna and Reader, soft Sukuna

Wc: 1.9k

Sukuna had both hands on the steering wheel, gripping tightly as he passed the dense forest that lined both sides of the empty road, save for a few cars here and there. His expensive car stood out against the trucks that carried animal livestock and farm produce. The sun was setting, light rays passing between the tree branches causing patches of light to form on the road.

His mind was running a thousand questions per minute, was the kid his?- she had to be, her eyes, her hair- it was obvious to anyone who the father was. Why didn’t you tell him, Why did you leave him all those years ago and force him to go through so much shit alone- especially when he needed you the most then. Why did you never reach out- he wasn’t the worst boyfriend, he could’ve provided for everything you could have wanted- he would’ve given you the moon if you so much as looked at it in passing. He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth as his vision clouded with anger. 

You hid away from him for so long, you stole his heart and ran away with it, and now he has to find out you stole his chance at fatherhood away too? Just what grave sin did he commit to be punished like this from you of all people. How many nights had he spent just admiring you while you slept. Did you know how hard he worked to get everyone who didn’t approve of you off his board? Every senile old motherfucker that he asked Toji to take care of? And did you know of the gaping hole you left in his heart when he was so close to getting rid of them all and establishing himself and you just up and left?

The sun had fully set by the time he reached the bakery, parked a bit far away watching as passersby entered the shop. A rare smile found its way on his face- at the very least your shop was doing good- you were a damn good baker after all, he’d expect nothing but the best from you. 

Uraume had informed him that you would not be in for the day, so he sat in the car watching everyone who strolled by the shop with a sharp glare, squinting at Fumiko who came out with an apron and employee tag. He didn’t have to wait long- the drive to your bakery had taken him over two hours. He always knew you had a good head on your shoulders but to hide yourself smack in the middle of a countryside, he should’ve expected no better from you. 

Sukunas heart flipped when he saw you for the first time in years, Hana resting on your hip as you walked on the opposite side. You had aged gracefully, small wrinkles formed at the corners of your eyes when you smiled, a different glow on your face compared to the one he had first fallen in love with. Your shoulders seemed a bit more heavier and he wished to whisk away all your problems, take one of those late night drives where he drove a bit too fast and you clung onto him screaming. 

The CEO watched you enter the shop, Hana set down as you greeted Fumiko. He got out of the car, standing in front of it as you turned around to switch the signboard on the glass door and made eye contact with him. 

It felt like you were sixteen all over again and seeing him for the first time. You couldn't help but let your gaze travel over his body. Fuck, age had done nothing to make him any less attractive. Fumiko left the shop, staring at you for a second before you reassured her to be on her way. Hana was sitting on one of the tables, eating a donut with strawberry filling, getting powdered sugar all over her face. 

Sukuna entered the moment Fumiko left and you switched on the dimmer lights in the bakery, casting those shadows you liked on Sukunas face. You pulled out a chair at a table just a little bit far away from Hana, making sure you could see her

“Sukuna.”

You didn't trust your voice to come out steady, it wobbled at the edges, throat closing up against the name you hadn’t uttered for years. Sukuna pulled out a seat opposite to you, glaring at you, not once did he turn his attention to the shop- faltering once to look at Hana, 

“So this is where you were playing house huh?”

Fumiko had prepared tea, you had called her beforehand to inform that a guest would be coming and that you’d appreciate it if she could make two cups of chrysanthemum tea, Sukuna’s favorite. You poured it, setting it in front of Sukuna,

“If that's what you want to call it then sure,’

You stared down at your cup, mixing in two cubes of sugar as Sukuna seethed from where he sat

“What the fuck else am I supposed to call it then,

You winced at the tone of Sukuna’s voice, turning your head to look outside at the flickering lamplight,

“Don't curse in front of the kid Ryoumen.”

You felt like you were in a dream, this was way too surreal to feel true and every word came out of you like you practiced it in front of the mirror till they lost meaning, 

“How- Why the fuck- Look at me Y/n.”

You hadn’t realized you were crying until your cheeks felt wet, and you used the back of your hand to wipe them away, turning your attention back to the father of your child. Sukuna had long stopped glaring at you, his featured twisting to resemble heartbreak and you felt your own heart break in your chest, 

“Ryo-” 

The minute he heard his name leave your mouth he was by your side, cupping the back of your head and kneeling by your chair as he brought your head to rest on his shoulder,

“I’m here- always have been pet,”

Your hands twisted into the fabric of his dress shirt, wetting his shoulder with salty tears that seeped through the cloth. Hana turned her head at the sound of your muffled sounds, jumping down from her chair and running over to hit Sukuna with tiny fists who scowled at her in response. The contrast of it all made you chuckle, pushing away from Sukuna’s chest and pulling Hana into your lap, wrapping your arms around her and calming her down.

“Ryo…I’m sorry- I can’t”

You shook your head, the words stuck in your throat as they came out wrong. Sukuna just shook his head pulling his chair closer to you, 

“Tell my why you left first,”

You looked up at Sukuna with red rimmed eyes, arms tightening around Hana who whined in retaliation, 

“I heard you that day.. On the phone with Toji- and then you left again and I just- I couldn't handle that anymore and I didn’t want Hana to go through that either,”

The father’s face twisted into a scowl, stopping you mid way through your rant.

“Doll- what call-what are you talking about,”

And so you began the recollection of the day that started a flurry of decisions that led you to where you are now, 

“With Y/n? No I dont want kids why the fuck are you even asking me that Toji?”

You stilled outside Sukuna’s office, positive pregnancy test in your hand. Your entire body trembled and the world whizzed around you, unconsciously removing your hand from the door as you stuffed the test into your purse walking back to the bedroom in a daze. You sat down and shut your eyes, taking short quick deep breaths as you calmed yourself down watching your hands stop shaking from fear. 

You had never discussed the possibility of kids with Sukuna, you started taking birth control after you moved into Sukuna’s high rise apartment and he got addicted to doing it raw. Sure it was a possibility you considered but it virtually never happened and you were sure you were not going to be the exception.

You could understand Sukuna not wanting kids, you don't think you would put any kid through what Sukuna had to go through to become the successor. Granted his twin brother, Jin did run away and marry another woman. But if your child was going to turn out anything like Sukuna then they would crave the power just as much as he did and you were not sure if you wanted them to go through all that. 

Sukuna and you had just graduated college too and his father was forcing him to work his way upwards, it's barely been a few months since you both became official. Sukuna wanted to make sure he got a job before tying you down with him, he knew how self-sacrificing you were. But, the relationship has been everything but steady since he started to focus more on the inheritance races. He would disappear for weeks on end without a trace or word, leaving Uraume with you and when he did finally come back he would just be a bit odd, like his scent had mixed with old blood and festered. 

He would avoid you for a few days before going back to being normal and sharing a bed with you. And you were not stupid, you knew Sukuna was establishing his position by using not-so-legal methods, you just kept your mouth shut. Sukuna wouldn’t hurt someone unless they were embezzling or doing something especially evil, you asked Uraume about it and they answered you honestly. 

But it was the mixture of the wrong events happening at the wrong time, on the morning after you found out that you were pregnant Sukuna was nowhere to be found and Uraume was present in his absence. You just felt more unstable then, the two month pregnancy hormones messing with your brain and causing you to start pulling away.

It was the longest time Sukuna had left, four weeks and not even a single word from him. Even Uraume had to leave without a word and the walls of the empty house felt like they were caving in on you, and paired with your morning sickness, truly you had never felt more low in your life.

And then you started thinking, would Sukuna ask you to get rid of the child growing in you, would he even love them, you knew he loved you but he never liked children. Did you want to bring your child into a world where their father left for weeks, leaving you with no answers. And what if Sukunas enemies decided that your child would be the one they enacted revenge on. Or what if the executives got Sukuna to marry someone else- they never really approved of you in the first place. 

The storm that raged in your mind led you to take the most life changing decision you had ever made. A few days after Uraume left and showed no signs of coming back you had started to pack a few things, dipping into your emergency funds that you saved up while working as an assistant baker in university. You left your phone and anything Sukuna could track you down with back at his apartment. Barely a bag was left when you finally finished packing up, already having booked a train to the middle of nowhere. You already called up the locals, informing them of your situation and buying a streetside shop beforehand. You left a week after Uraume did and never looked back.

Previous Current Next

Taglist: @lady-of-blossoms @shokosbunny @after-laughter-come-tears @glads-stuff @acidrefiux @linny-bloggs @dahliadaenerys @gojotech @emi311 @poopooindamouf @sadrna @domainofmarie @sukubusss @nousija @pjofics @katsukiseyebrows @the-reas0n-is-y0u @nina-from-317

A/n: I don’t know how to feel about this tbh… ugdhdhhdudud I feel like I could’ve done it better but finally the confrontation chapter (or atleast half of it lol)!! This feels very uh not up to par hdjdkeksjdj

[seumyo]

If ghosts were real—well, Bakugou didn’t believe in ghosts, but if they did exist—they lived in the spaces people left behind.

And you happened to have left behind too many.

It wasn’t just the obvious things. Not the clothes still folded in your drawers, untouched. Not the way your books still sat on the shelves, the spines cracked from overuse, the pages filled with notes in the margins. Not even the stupid coffee mug you always used, the one you once swore made everything taste better, still sitting exactly where you left it on the kitchen counter (because it had his and your face printed on it).

No, the spaces you left behind were quieter. More insidious.

Like the empty seat across from him at the dining table, where you used to sit, eating straight from the pot that one night because, “Why dirty another dish?”

Like the sound of the bathroom door not opening in the morning when he’s actually using the toilet—dammit, you didn’t even have the care in the world to give your boyfriend some privacy—the absence of your muttered complaints about how the water took too long to heat up.

Like the other side of the bed, cold and untouched, where he still reached out in his sleep, half expecting to find you there. Anticipating to hold you closer to him.

Grief was a strange thing to Bakugou.

It wasn’t like pain. Pain was easy. A broken rib, a busted lip, the sharp sting of impact—those things, he knew how to handle. You grit your teeth, you clench your fists, you keep moving. That was what you did. That was the kind of man he was.

But grief wasn’t like that.

It wasn’t a punch he could take and shake off. It was a weight pressing down on his chest, invisible but suffocating. It was the silence of an empty apartment. It was the echo of your voice in his head, the way his brain still filled in the blanks in conversations you should have been part of.

It was standing in the grocery store, staring at the shelf, reaching for the brand of tea you liked before stopping halfway, fingers hovering in the air, before dropping his hand back to his side.

What was the point?

He hated how much space you had taken up in his life. Hated how even in your absence, you still lingered, threading yourself through his routine, his thoughts, his goddamn muscle memory.

But more than anything, he hated how much he wanted it to stay.

Because if ghosts were real, then maybe—just maybe—you weren’t completely gone.

He hadn’t cried. Not when he first got the news. Not when he stood at the funeral, jaw locked so tight it ached. Not when he walked through your apartment alone for the first time, every corner of it filled with your presence, your things, the remnants of the life you lived.

But tonight, he was exhausted.

Physically. Mentally. It comes down on him like something tangible, something inescapable—all at once.

And for the first time in a long time, he spoke into the silence.

“…This is fucking stupid.”

His voice was hoarse, rough from disuse.

Nothing answered.

Of course, nothing answered.

Still, Bakugou exhaled sharply, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “You’d be so pissed at me right now.”

The quiet stretched.

Bakugou let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Tch. You always said I was too stubborn for my own good. But look at you. Still haunting me, huh?”

His eyes flickered to the couch, where you used to sit cross-legged, laptop balanced on your knees, pretending to listen to whatever bullshit he was ranting about while actually getting work done.

A strange, bittersweet feeling lodged itself in his chest.

“…You remember that time you swore up and down that ghosts were real?” he muttered, voice quieter now. “I told you you were full of shit.”

Silence.

His fingers curled into fists. “Kinda wish you were right.”

No answer. No sign. Just the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the faint buzz of the city outside the window.

But in the quiet, he thought—just for a second—he could hear it.

A breath. A whisper of movement. The sound of something shifting just out of sight.

He knew it was nothing. Just his mind playing tricks on him.

But still, Bakugou closed his eyes, exhaled, and let himself pretend.

SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[bunny-jpeg]

the devil in red and his bride

charles leclerc prompt: “you’re stuck with me, my love”

tags: smut/pwp, possessive behavior, mob au, mob boss!charles, forced marriage, dub-con, virgin!reader, slow & passionate sex, wolff!reader, au typical violence, dark themes/dark fic, references to the devil

a/n: a lot happening with this. read with caution, and if you liked it. let me know!

charles knew what he wanted, and went for it. he wasn't the type of to ask for permission or play within the established rules of the organization. it felt like every day someone was trying to put a knife in his back. so when toto wolff's boys brought charles' right hand man back beaten and bruised.

it was only fair that charles retaliated - it was such a shame someone as beautiful as you got caught in the crossfire.

this was supposed to be your wedding day. except you were meant to be married to george, your father's confidant over the years. but instead, in a near empty church you were walked down the aisle by a man with a broken nose and a cast on his arm.

he seemed fine given that his other hand carried a gun pressed into your back, "you owe the family at least this." the blond said, his eyes never looked to you, but you knew his gaze was cold and calculated, "your brother's little boys did enough damage already." and you swallowed, held the bouquet in your hands a little tighter like a security blanket.

you ended up at the alter, across from you was the charming man himself. the devil taken a human form. with piercing green eyes and a smile that was meant to make you feel comfortable, but rather you were scared. this was the man you were to marry. you looked over to your future husband's right hand and you swallowed.

he was not coming to your rescue, neither was kimi or george, or even your father.

the devil had a name, charles leclerc, and he looked to his long-time friend. he smiled at him, "thank you for finding her, max. and thank you for not getting your revenge in other ways."

max briefly looked to you then back to charles, "i'd rather not have that british snob break my nose again. i'd rather see his future wife married off." then turned away and headed to the pew. this was your wedding.

and it took everything in your power not to crumble right there. it went by in a blur, you were certain that parts were missed especially in a catholic wedding, like your vows. instead charles said his, and took you by the back of the neck. he smiled, feeling accomplished as he kissed you on the lips. you wanted to hit him, but you were certain that max still had that gun on hand and from rumors said. he was a damn good shot.

-

you weren't in that dress for long. in a private room with the door locked, charles' broad hands grazed across your back, his lips on the nape of your neck. you whimpered.

"shh, it's alright. i know, i know. it's a big change for you. russell was promised to you, a sign from your father for good behavior. but... your family has crossed such a line for me." his voice made your stomach twist in knots. he placed a hand over your stomach, "a ring on your finger and my son in your womb, send you back to your father."

you swallowed, "charles, please." your knees quivered and you winced when the dress was taken off of you. you covered your breasts with your hands but he stopped you.

"don't make me tie you up on our wedding night." he kissed the side of your neck once more, "i bet they're looking for you right now. sweeping through all of monaco to find the wolff's daughter. not even close." he chuckled lightly, "even if they knew we were in italy, it would take far too long to find you."

you felt scared. your father never trained you to be a fighter, he said it wasn't in you to be that kind of person. you were meant to be a wife, and you guessed that what was what you became.

he guided you to bed and you laid out in the underwear you arrived to him in. mis-matched and old. but charles didn't care. he took off his red tie and thought for a moment to bind you with the silk. but you two had an entire honeymoon for that. for now, he wanted to feel his wife. the woman he had the pleasure to marry.

from a wolff to a leclerc. quite the change, but you'd adapt.

once he was nude, you eyed his figure. toned and tanned, he looked beautiful without the heaviness of the expensive clothes he wore. he however looked dangerous, especially when you caught sight of the stallion tattoo on his arm.

your gaze met his as he pressed you further into the bed. you were about to lose your virginity to your swore enemy. the man who kidnapped you and forced you to marry him. he got between your legs and you felt tense as he rubbed his cock up against your entrance.

"if your father saw you now. under me. what did he say, a wolf was better dead than submissive? i remember he said that before he pulled a gun on me." he sighed as he continued to rub up against you, "i've been caused enough trouble. if anything, your father owed me this marriage. it was an olive branch, but your old man is quite stubborn. so he'd never do that, so i simply had to take it for myself."

he leaned in closer and his blunt cockhead nudged against your entrance, "just as you will take me." before he sank into your virgin pussy. your noises were music to his ears.

you covered your mouth, but he pinned your wrists to the bed. he loomed over you, his cock inside of you. but you wrapped your legs around his waist without thinking. this was a sign of submission, and it riled him up.

he moved against you. his pace was particularly rough or fast. it was like he wanted to drink all of you in. he wanted to feel every inch of your pussy as he took you raw. the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him only spurred him on further. but he showed restraint and kept his pace even.

"see, you look better like this." he cooed, "so much better." he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "your father was trying to marry you off to someone in exchange for power. but i picked you, it was an easy choice, but the moment i saw those photos. i knew i had to have you, your father just made it easy." he held onto your wrists a little tighter, "harming one of mine. it would have been easier to cut off my right hand himself." he leaned in to kiss you, but before he did, he said, "but your father is a coward." then pulled you in for a hot searing kiss. your thighs clenched around him as he rocked into you.

the kiss was heated and you felt the pleasure curl in you. an unfamiliar feeling as he thrusted up into you. he hit all the right places and made your entire body tense up at the feeling. this was unlike anything, not even the secret toys in your room.

your eyed fluttered shut and the consent around this entire act for muddled. it felt wrong, it was wrong. but there was a small canary song in the back of your mind that said this felt good and that maybe this was not the worst outcome.

but you were so full of emotions that it was hard to tell. charles continued to thrust up into you. he continued to move against your body with heavy, slow movements. mapping out every inch of your pussy with his cock, your noises got louder and you couldn't fight it any further.

charles made you feel good, in ways that you didn't think another person could. you moaned a little louder and charles only smiled. knowing full well that he was making you feel that good.

"see." he said. he spoke like the devil, tempting you to hell. the hot reds of the family only added to the burn that he fueled. the hatred sowed deep in you was nowhere to be found as he thrusted into you. he kept his gaze on you as he fucked you.

you couldn't find your voice, but the pleasure flowed deep. his words felt distant, and it made your core throb for him. this was unlike anything else, you shared another heated kiss and you moaned into it. this was a total betrayal of you and your family, but yet you succumbed to the pleasure. the promise that you were charles' wife, the bride of the devil.

no one of your family would find you until charles wanted them too. and by then you'll be secured in the marriage to him. not even family war could snap the bond. with a few more strokes of charles' hips you finished around his cock.

he cooed to you softly as you came. the pleasure made you near limp under him. he moved a bit quicker to meet his own climax, and then pulled you in for another heated kiss as he spilled himself inside of you.

he was going to smother any ounce of wolff in you with his own seed. rewrite you just like he rewrote your last name. you were his, now and forever. not even death could keep him away from you.

"mine." he said lowly.

you mumbled, "please, charles."

he chuckled lightly, "you'll learn it in time." he pulled out, his cock shiny with your wetness. he curled himself up around you like vines around a tree. he held you close, your warm cheek against his chest. he rubbed your hair, the most gentle he had been all night.

"your father made you weak." he said, "makes sense. he wouldn't want his own daughter to surpass him." he looked down at you and when you looked to him, he rubbed your face. he asked, "how do you feel about learning how to use a gun?"

"won't i just use it on you?"

charles chuckled lightly, "that is what i like to hear. but, i have a feeling that after our little honeymoon. you'll be more inclined to see things my way. because after all, you’re stuck with me, my love. and i don't believe in divorce."

he held you close once more, your thoughts were swimming. you felt fear, anger, but a small piece of your mind was tempted to see how deep the devil went. and if you'd ever be found <3

[cumironi]

they see you in a wedding dress for the first time

the three of you had been together for eight years. from high school sweethearts to adults navigating life side by side, you had seen each other grow, change, struggle, and succeed. six years of living together had only strengthened your bond, turning your home into a place filled with warmth, laughter, and love. and now, after everything—the late-night talks, the quiet moments, the shared dreams—you were finally getting married. in two months, you would officially become theirs, and they would be yours. forever.

planning the wedding had been a joint effort. every decision was made together, from the venue to the flowers to the music that would play as you walked down the aisle. no detail was too small, no moment too insignificant. everything had to be perfect. after all, this wasn’t just a wedding—it was the beginning of something even greater.

and today was another milestone. today, you were trying on your wedding dress for the first time.

you stood on a small, round podium inside a spacious fitting room, the soft lighting casting a gentle glow on your reflection in the full-length mirror. the dress hugged your body perfectly, the delicate fabric cascading down in elegant folds. it had been custom-made just for you, every stitch and detail crafted with care. the intricate embroidery shimmered under the light, subtle yet breathtaking, designed to complement you in every way.

behind you, a thick curtain separated you from the waiting area where your fiancés were sitting. they had been patient—mostly. knowing them, they were probably bouncing their legs in anticipation, barely restraining themselves from barging in to see you. they had been involved in every step of the design process, eager to make sure you had the dress of your dreams. still, they hadn’t seen the final product. this was supposed to be a surprise.

the seamstress, a kind older woman who had been adjusting the fabric, took a step back and smiled at you warmly. “you’re glowing,” she said softly, admiration clear in her voice.

you felt warmth rise in your chest at her words. “thank you,” you murmured, fingers grazing the smooth fabric of your dress.

she gave a knowing smile before asking, “would you like to show them now?”

your heart fluttered. they were waiting for you, just beyond the curtain, eager to see the woman they loved in the dress she would marry them in. you could already imagine their reactions—the stunned silence, the way their eyes would widen, the way they would reach for you like they couldn’t believe you were real.

you nodded. “yeah,” you whispered, barely containing your excitement.

outside the curtain, gojo was a mess of nervous energy. he sat at the edge of his seat, his long leg bouncing restlessly, fingers drumming against his knee. his sunglasses were pushed up into his snowy hair, forgotten in his impatience. every few seconds, he turned his head towards the fitting room as if sheer willpower alone could make you appear faster.

beside him, geto looked more composed—at least on the surface. he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms resting lazily on the armrest. but his dark eyes were locked on the curtain, unwavering, betraying his calm exterior. every time gojo sighed dramatically or shifted in his seat, geto shot him a glance, but he wasn’t much better. his fingers tapped against the wood of the chair, subtle but insistent, betraying his own impatience.

“she’s taking forever,” gojo muttered under his breath, pushing his hair back.

“it hasn’t even been five minutes,” geto replied, but there was a slight edge to his voice.

gojo groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. “what if she looks so pretty i pass out? i wasn’t prepared for that.”

geto smirked, finally turning his head to glance at him. “that would be embarrassing. i’d have to marry her alone.”

gojo gasped, hand over his heart. “rude. at least let me wake up before the vows.”

before geto could respond, the curtain rustled. their banter stopped instantly. gojo’s leg stilled. geto’s relaxed posture stiffened slightly. both pairs of eyes locked onto the movement, breaths held as anticipation buzzed in the air.

and then—there you were.

standing under the soft boutique lighting, your wedding dress hugging your figure perfectly, you looked ethereal. the delicate fabric cascaded down, pooling elegantly at your feet, and the embroidery shimmered subtly with each shift of movement. but it wasn’t just the dress. it was you. the way you carried yourself, the way your eyes searched for theirs with that teasing glint, the way you smiled—soft, knowing, radiant.

for the first time in his life, gojo was speechless.

his mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. the ever-talkative, ever-loud satoru gojo sat frozen in place, blue eyes blown wide. his hands, which had been resting on his knees, clenched into fists as if grounding himself.

geto, on the other hand, reacted differently. his lips parted, but unlike gojo, he actually managed to speak. just barely.

“...fuck.” his voice came out lower, rougher, like the sight of you had just knocked the air out of his lungs.

your smile widened as you stepped forward, the soft rustling of fabric the only sound in the room for a few seconds. the weight of their gazes was enough to make your skin tingle.

“so?” you teased lightly, tilting your head. “what do you think?”

gojo finally moved. he shot up from his chair so fast it scraped against the floor. his hands ran through his hair before covering his face, like he needed to physically hold himself together.

“you—" he exhaled sharply, voice slightly strained. "you can’t just do that to me.”

geto stood up more gracefully, though his steps were just as urgent as he closed the distance between you. unlike gojo, who still looked like he was trying to process the situation, geto recovered faster. his hand reached for yours, fingers brushing over your knuckles before holding them gently.

“you’re breathtaking.” his voice was steady, but his eyes held something deeper—something almost reverent.

gojo finally lowered his hands, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear his vision. and then, suddenly, he groaned loudly, throwing his head back.

“shit—i’m gonna cry. i don’t cry. i never cry.” he turned to geto, smacking his arm. “why didn’t you prepare me for this?”

geto huffed out a soft chuckle, still looking at you. “like i was any more prepared?”

gojo took a deep breath, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. his hands hovered near your waist, hesitant, as if afraid to wrinkle the fabric. but his eyes were soft, filled with something so raw and unfiltered that it made your heart ache in the best way.

“you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen,” he murmured.

your chest tightened at his words, at the pure sincerity in his voice. before you could respond, he let out a choked laugh, shaking his head.

“how the hell am i supposed to stand at the altar and not lose my mind when i see you walking toward me?”

geto squeezed your hand. “we’ll just have to suffer through it together.”

you laughed, warmth blooming in your chest. “well,” you teased, voice light, “at least now you have time to prepare.”

gojo huffed, eyes flickering between you and geto before exhaling dramatically. “nope. doesn’t matter. i’ll still lose it.”

his hands finally settled on your waist, his grip firm yet careful. geto, still holding your hand, lifted it to press a slow, lingering kiss to your knuckles.

gojo stared at you for a long time, unmoving, completely lost in the sight of you. his bright blue eyes traced over every little detail—how the dress hugged your body perfectly, how your skin glowed under the soft lighting, how your expression held that teasing warmth he adored. but more than anything, he saw you—the love of his life, the woman he would be marrying in two months.

his mind betrayed him, fast-forwarding to the wedding day. he imagined himself standing at the altar, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, fidgeting slightly because he had never been this nervous in his entire life. he pictured the moment the doors would open, and there you would be—walking toward him, wearing a delicate veil over your face, the very same wedding dress that was now stealing his breath away.

your makeup, carefully done, enhancing every feature he already loved. your hands, steady but excited, clutching onto the bouquet. your lips, curled into the most beautiful smile, the one meant just for him.

and just thinking about it—just imagining that moment—his chest tightened in a way he couldn’t control.

his vision blurred.

his breath hitched.

before he could even stop himself, a single tear slipped down his cheek. then another. and another.

“oh, shit,” he whispered, quickly wiping at his face with the sleeve of his sweater. but it was useless. the tears kept coming, completely unrestrained.

geto, still holding your hand, turned to look at him and sighed. “you’re crying already?”

“shut up,” gojo choked out, rubbing his eyes aggressively. “this is—this is your fault.” he pointed at you, voice trembling slightly. “you did this to me.”

you laughed softly, reaching out to cup his cheek, brushing away the wetness with your thumb. he leaned into your touch instantly, his long lashes damp with unshed tears, his lips trembling.

“i’m not even at the altar yet,” you teased gently. “you’re gonna be a mess on our wedding day.”

“i know,” he groaned dramatically, sniffling. “i’m doomed. i’m gonna look so ugly in all the pictures.”

geto chuckled, shaking his head. “you’ll survive.”

gojo let out a deep breath, trying to pull himself together, but his hands trembled as they held onto your waist, gripping onto you like he needed to keep himself grounded.

“i just—” he took another shaky breath, looking at you like he was seeing the entire universe in your eyes. “i love you so much. and you’re so—so beautiful. i don’t know how i’m gonna handle seeing you like this on our wedding day and not passing out.”

your heart swelled at his words. “then don’t,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “i’ll be right there to catch you.”

he let out a watery laugh, leaning his forehead against yours. “yeah,” he whispered. “yeah, you always are.”

geto sighed, pretending to be unimpressed, but the way he was rubbing slow circles against your palm gave him away. “if he cries this much now, i might have to carry him through the ceremony.”

“you would, right?” gojo sniffled, blinking up at him. “like, if i actually collapsed, you’d help?”

geto sighed, then leaned down to kiss your temple before glancing at gojo with a smirk. “only after taking a few pictures first.”

you burst into laughter, and even through his sniffles, gojo couldn’t help but laugh too, wrapping his arms around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

[finelinevogue]

a musician’s day off

summary - a montage of your instagram posts with harry & the moments behind the photos

word count - ~1k

pairing - harry styles x gf!reader

Harry had been gone for too long.

Well, not from you but from the world. The public eye missed him and the stage was once again calling his name, but he was happy here. He was happy with his girlfriend and he was content with how his life was playing out for now.

His fans did miss him though.

You were good to them though, what with feeding them content every chance you thought appropriate. Harry loved how close you were with his fans and how you kept them occupied even when he was away.

You often updated them through your Instagram posts.

liked by harrystyles and 972,737 others

y/n_l/n evening dip, anyone?

view all 23,727 comments

“Harry, love, what are you doing?” You laughed as you watched him stumble trying to take off his socks.

“I’m going for a dip.”

“In a freezing cold lake?”

“It’s France… It won’t be that cold.”

Right.

You didn’t push him any further and allowed him to roll the bottom of his trousers up. You held out your phone to video him as he went near the water’s edge.

He turned his head slightly towards you, giving you a small smirk to which you rolled your eyes at, before he stepped into the very shallow water.

“Fuuuck!” He laughed.

“I won’t say I told you so, but…”

“Oh piss off.” He breathed through the cold on his feet.

“This was your idea.”

Harry walked back out of the water after having decided three seconds was enough time to dip his feet in there.

You put your phone away, tucking it safely back in your jacket pocket before moving to stand in front of Harry.

You threw your arms around his neck and brushed your body against his. Without hesitation you gave him a soft kiss, just to show your support for his freezing toes. You were a good girlfriend like that.

When you pulled away Harry’s arms clung around your waist to keep you close.

“Think your kisses are making me feel better.”

You smiled. He was too quick sometimes for you to think of a snarky comeback, so instead you shut him and his stupidity up by kissing him again.

liked by harrystyles and 1,163,983 others

y/n_l/n water baby 🌊

view all 63,873 comments

Harry dove into the pool as you slowly made your way down the steps into the pool.

Harry pushed his hair back off his face as he surfaced and pinched his nose from the water that had got trapped from diving, before making his way over to you.

He swam close by and stood up, below where you were stood on the steps in.

“What?” You asked, noticing him staring.

“You look so pretty, that’s all.” He smiled, wading through the water to stand closer to you.

“Don’t splash me.” You warned.

“I won’t.”

You smiled in thanks and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning down to give him a soft kiss.

He looked so healthy with his summer tan and uninterrupted schedule. The smile on his face was solely because of you, he would argue. Nothing had made him happier this past year than getting to spend every moment of it with you.

“Was thinking of writing a song tonight.” Harry stopped kissing you to let you know.

“Oh okay. What brought that on?”

“Had a lot of inspiration recently.” He shrugged. “Need to let it out.”

“Okay.” You nodded in understanding, “You going to call the guys to help?”

“Probably. Just want to feel it out for myself first, though.”

“Sounds good.”

You leaned down to kiss him some more. Perhaps these kisses would serve as even more inspiration.

Harry’s arms found their way underneath your ass and lifted you up with his arms so you sat around his waist.

You both continued to kiss the night away, as you enjoyed the last of the sun in the pool.

liked by harrystyles and 927,937 others

y/n_l/n on wednesday’s we wear pink

view all 17,837 comments

You watched on as Harry spoke to Jeff over the phone.

“No.” Harry argued.

You sat on a garden chair as you nervously bounced your leg, listening in to Harry’s side of the conversation.

The sun was shining and the grass was so green, but the day didn’t feel so perfect. Jeff had called Harry demanding that some form of music plan was confirmed soon, otherwise the record label was at risk to sue him, but Harry still wasn’t ready to go back.

He wanted more time.

More time to enjoy with you and, more importantly, more time to just be with himself.

He still felt like he had so much to learn about himself and he couldn’t do that if he was giving every bit of himself to everyone else.

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m not doing that.” Harry ran a hand through his hair - a tell that you knew meant he was getting frustrated.

Ten minutes later and he hung up the phone.

Harry sat down on the garden chair opposite you, legs spread wide to let you know that he wanted you to come and join him.

So you did.

He welcomed you sitting on his lap with open arms. You rested your head just under his chin and your hand played with his as you sat in silence.

“I’m not ready to go back.” He said quietly.

“I know. You don’t owe anything to anyone, either.”

“Sometimes feels like I do.”

You tilted your head briefly to leave him a kiss, before settling back down again.

“You don’t. I know you know that, too.”

Harry let out a big sigh and kissed your forehead lightly. “Yeah.”

“Harry, my love, you gave so much of yourself to that last tour and the first thing you said to me when you finished that last show was ‘I’m ready for a long rest now’. It’s okay to still feel like you need that rest.”

liked by harrystyles and 1,564,767 others

y/n_l/n behind the scenes

view all 76,928 comments

“I’ve made a list.” Harry said after he spat out his toothpaste.

“A list?” You asked.

Both of you were getting ready for bed. You wore matching robes and worked through your nightly routines in tandem.

“Mhm. A list of things I want to do before I release music again and everything else that comes with it.”

You turned to him, intrigued, “Okay?”

“Number one. I want to run a marathon.” He said, whilst applying his face rub.

“Yup.” You nodded.

“Number two. I’d really like to travel to at least one new place.”

“Such as?”

“I’m thinking Iceland actually. The Northern Lights, you know? It’s kind of romantic.” He winked at you through the large bathroom mirror, causing you to blush.

“Okay.”

“Number three and probably the most important one is I want to marry you.”

You stopped applying your moisturiser to look at him fully. You gave him a little pout and a smile, so in love with him.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. I’m ready if you are.”

“I am.” You leaned up to give him a kiss, careful not to mess up his facial routine. “But you have to ask me properly.”

“I will.” He nodded, sealing the promise with another kiss.

[koalemoslepus]

I use to work in professional fine jewelry sales but didn't last long for a myriad of reasons

Not insignificantly autism and a life long disdain for the wealthy -

But one of the reasons was I kept getting trouble for successfully recommending moissanite

Like

I dunno to me it was awesome

Fucking cloned

Space rock

Id be like Yeah Id prefer one

I'd leave out the unspoken but ever very loud parts of risking child slave labor on your finger cause like I wouldn't have the opportunity to change more outcomes if I-

Does it really bare repeating in a place like that ?

So I'd tell them in gushing coos how I'd like some enormous stone on my finger one day, maybe it could even be made by my partner ! They He's in Stem you know- so its romantic to think maybe a nice well air conditioned lab with health benefits like that could bring me both a stone and a home hahahahha-hahahahhaha- hahaha

Oh my glasses? The heart shapes ? Thank you- Yes they're prescription, yes I've worn a pair like them for years they're so fun aren't they- yes I do love pink , I can't wait for my big fat stone ring to match it -

Oh didn't you know with that big space rock you can get it in any shape and color you like, for a fraction of the price. No no it's practically the same hardness and clarity as the diamond , see look on this scale-

Oh what's that you don't like those spots in your diamond? Oh but that's how you know it's a natural , earth's little kisses you know hahahhaha- aaah

-Oh a diamond without them... of course of course uhm how about this- oh it's out of budget and a bit smaller than we'd planned okay well

This one then!

Oh I know I'm so sorry it's still smaller than what you hoped for but you see according this scale -

Labs? Of course I know it used to be a 4 letter word surrounding engagement rings but that's an old fashioned way of thinking about it that came from our grandparents, gold under the mattress that sort of things, diamonds really can't be bartered easily despite common myth, unless you're in some fantastical scenario where you must trade your ring for your life hahahaha -sweats in current political climate and distracts the Romani ancestors- but then it's really about appearances right??

Anywho we honor upgrades here whatever you chose and have been in business three generations, you'll get the most value from trading in with us later- as far as wear goes well chemically they're exactly the same, I should know I'll be engaged to a chemist soon enough hahahahahaha - ahahaha- -breathe-

Moissanite? -Does not acknowledge the predatory eyes behind my shoulder, who watches now like a tiger that sent its cub out but comes stalking when there's no blood to paint it's paws with, only squawks-

Well I'll add them to your next showing, sure alongside some labs just for comparison right? but I promise to keep searching for a naturally mined diamond that makes you happy,

They'll be in this time, this day- /tells them my availability and that of course anyone can help that anytime they come in but prays it's not Tuesday and Thursdays when the boss travels to come into the office/

A perfect showcase lines up in clear faced little boxes showing them all of the stones and ontop growing where stones shrinks is a price labeled in crisp black ink

Here are your drinks, I'll leave you two with them a moment and come back with my tools to more closely examine them in just a moment- Uh yes of course, you want to see which one in your band? Oh yes if you go with that one, you would be able to put diamonds embedded in your actual band or side stones even- what are we thinking let me grab the tablet. Here that's what that all looks like.....mm okay well lemme just flip the embedded gems to labs and- yes ? Yes? Yes we can look at wedding bands, now

you've got plenty of budget for both today don't you you're welcome dude horse to water much...

Yay! We all settled? Great! I love these choices!! Like I said I love moissanite too I think they're just so romantic, and look now you've only got to do the hard parts for the wedding hahaha aww thank you, team work yeah who'd thunk? (ME ME ME ME ME ME ME and that's with the fact I had to usually overcut lab prices so we could undercut earth mined diamonds margins by the 1000s of made up dollars worth hairs

To constantly keep tricking rich people or poor fucks who fell for the hype to buy them outta there

Fuck I hated working in jewelry

Oh and don't buy from the chains, thats another problem I faced with people being scared to buy labs because I legit had people come in with rotting out rhinestones (that I had to watch them recieve The Truth For) after spending what little savings they had so when they and everyone they knew were suddenly very guarded to getting anything other than a natural diamond cause someone HAD THE HEARTLESSNESS TO LIE TO THEIR FACE LIKE THAT BRUH like where I worked were villians surely if by trade than nothing else but like like but not irredeemable entirely. I can't even be like put that shit back in the earth cause that's pollution like -

told my girlfriend that if she proposes i want a secondhand wedding ring. i explained i don't want to contribute to a vanity-based industry like diamond mining, and that it would be important to me to continue marriage traditions in a way that causes minimal environmental and personal harm. she asked me if i was just trying to roll the dice on obtaining a haunted object, and i told her i can want two things.