#in english and spanish 😊

[lvpercalia]

Zines printed & prepared to go live at stranger's houses and do vandalism at night while no one is looking

[lemons-pears]

does Moth have any friends? or people he's close to?

Outside of Shadow Company, he still holds connections to his old unit, some people from church, so on and so forth. Oddly social fella who probably would have Facebook (yes, Facebook) friends from different places. Very subjective.

Friends? He considers people he's friendly enough with as friends - a lot of superior officers in Shadow Company classify as such. (Don't feel comfortable tagging others w/OCs unless I get the go ahead with their dynamic, haha😅)

Close to? Was with his former captain. That blew up in his face. It's a bit hard to say if he's close to anyone in Shadow Company (again, wary of other creators), though...

@mr-1-2-3-4 's Delta has a functional friendship of sorts with Moth.

Moth gets: Cool trinket he is very very grateful for, and company.

Delta gets: Yapping Company.

I read what goes down between them from time to time and it's sweet.

[nicole-the-hololynx]

What's a hobby you hope to take up someday when you have the funds/time for it?

a big timesink hobby i should probably give more time to already is learning languages!

I already know english and spanish.... can make out the basics of stuff in languages like portuguese, french or italian from those tho I'd like to learn them better.... I've been trying to learn japanese lately and I kinda. dropped that for a while. I should get back on it.

there's so many other languages too that I'd love to learn more about like russian or mapuzungun....

I have many hobbies but languages are the one I've been neglecting the most and would love most to get fully back into

[f1orza]

Lucky girl

Charles leclerc x fem!reader

Summarry: Where a tifosi's sister has good luck, so he tries to set his favorite (unlucky) driver and his only (very lucky) sister, up together for joint a slay (good luck)

Face claim: threemillion on insta

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I thought I'd finally release it, ignore any spelling or timestamps

yourusername

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yourusername brother asked me to wear Ferrari and for good luck 🍀, so forza Ferrari ig 🏎

Bestfriend1 not y/b/n finally getting you 😭

youusername at this point it was unavoidable 🙄

y/b/username sorry lucky but we needed some of that good luck 😘

Username2 hoping this actually works and we see charles on a podium today 🙏🏻

Y/b/username Why are there so many tifosi in your comments thirsting and zip up weirdo 🤢

yourusername ??? You brought them here tho 🤨 and no it's my page hope that helps 🤗

Friend2 Ferrari red looks good on you lucky ❤

yourusername thank you babe 🥰

Username63 why does everyone call you lucky? Btw you're gorgeous ❤

yourusername hi, it's a childhood nickname I got as everyone always said I was just lucky and thank you, you are so beautiful as well love 😊🫶

Username74 why do I lowkey ship her with Charles 🤭

Username75 you don't even know either of them and they never even met ???

Friend3 watch y/b/n be right and he actually gets on the podium 🤣

Username7 at this point we'll take anything for a podium so 🤞

yourusername

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yourusername ragazza fortunata 💋 lucky girl

y/b/username thanks for wearing the shirt now you have to go to a grand prix with me please 🙏🏻

scuderiaferrari how about seeing us in the down under ? 😉

y/b/username really?!?! Yes please we'd love too

scuderiaferrari we will dm you guys, we need our ragazza fortunata lucky girl there with us

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Username1 thank you lucky 🫶

Bestfriend1 our lucky girl🍀

Friend1 you just got invited to a grand prix by Ferrari??

Friend2 told you looked good in Ferrari red 🤭

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Username2 LUCKY IN THE PADDOCK, WE REALLY ARE GETTING A FERRARI P1-2

Username3 tifosi's we might have actually done it 😭

Username45 silly season is OVER! Thank you lucky 🫶

Username5 luck and y/b/n in the paddock can you imagine them meeting charles and carlos, I'm excited

scuderiaferrari thank you lucky 🫶

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Username16 y/n is so beautiful, it's actually insane

Username37 I'm in love with everything about you ❤

Username8 sai parlare italiano? can you speak Italian?

youusername sì, parlo italiano, inglese e spagnolo. Yes, I speak Italian, English, and Spanish.

Y/b/username • stories

Username10 the fit is nice y/b/n!

y/b/username Thanks ❤

Scuderiaferrari happy to have you both here 💪🏼

y/b/username Thank you for inviting us 🫶

Friend1 have fun bro 🏎

Username23 FORZA FERRARI ❤

yourusername • stories

Bestfriend1 have fun lucky girl, get Lando's number for me 🙏🏻

yourusername Will NOT be doing that, love you tho 🫶

Bestfriend1 boo you whore, love you too

y/b/username thank you for real y/n, I appreciate you doing this for me, I love you ❤

yourusername aw y/b/n, I love you too, which is why I'm happy to be sharing my "good luck" with your favorite thing ❤

Username4 thank you lucky, hope you have a good time

yourusername Thank you 😊

Username7 a ladybug !!! You really are lucky

Username16 🐞 🍀

Username29 I love your outfit

[dolene]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ : people teaser / franco colapinto x reader

summary: Imagine having a friend who would spend his time judging and bothering you when he has any other job to do. Annoying, right? Well, this is what happened to a couple of young adults who would do such things to each other in a day-to-day basis, everybody knows that something like this could led to something more. But of course—ever the stubborn couple, who are they to believe? Until days after denying and more teasing, they finally launching their relationship. In a slowest way possible.

warnings: bad concepts, messy layouts, translated spanish, ignore timestamps, veryyyy far from the summary.

yourusername San Francisco, Los Angeles

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yourusername It's da-bomb! 🍔💥

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francolapinto Relax man no one is going to snatch it from you

username It's his third time posting his annoying ahh comments here like someone please take his phone away from him

yourusername He's obsessed with me that's why 💁🏼‍♀️

francolapinto In your dreams

yourusername Wouldn't even dream of it.

username that period ain't playing tho bruv

username Great, now I'm starving...

username how is she eating that with ever so cutesy and demure 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

alexandrasaintmleux I need to go grab that ASAP! You made me so hungry with this 🙂‍↕️

yourusername You should, it was soooo gewdddd

francolapinto What language is *gewd* exactly

username bro it's clearly unnecessary 😭💀

username At this point they're turning this whole comment section into a bicker space

username the fact the he liked this post faster than kelly liked max's post is immaculate and i bet that this could convince red bull to hire him at some point 🤔

username He left his notification on fr

username Bro can't even be slick even after his experience in teasing them poor reporters

username I need them to be together now

username they can't even handle them bickering in the comment section and now y'all want them to be together???

iMESSAGE

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francolapinto Muchas cosas pueden pasar en un año.. 😊

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mercedesamgf1 We need to see the selfie

williamsracing 💙

francolapinto Tomando mi lugar de nuevo yourusername

yourusername Fangirl behavior 🙄😒

username Mind yall he didn't even interact, nor liked both teams but with her he did

francolapinto I always have time to reply to my biggest fangirl ever

username Wait what happened

username Solo veo dos cabras

username Queremos ver la selfie, Fran

username quem é esse npc na ultima foto kkkkkkk

username LEWIS ADDED THIS TO HIS STORYYY

username I would be him too

username GOATS 💜💙

username Their fashion difference is soooo😭😭😭😭😭😭

yourusername

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yourusername Gonna miss this sooo much after it ends!! See you next weeeeeeekkkkkk 🧜🏻‍♀️💜

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iamrebeccad That is literally the prettiest, most ethereal make up I've seen today. Hope you've had a good premiere, darling girl 💜💜

username Rebecca liked & commented in just 5 seconds after she posted this is an insane work

username Kelly on Max's instagram:

raye The prettiest!!

username I love my busy and employed queen<3

username omg relationship crusher inspo

username funny how franco is not here to judge her

username I know Vanessa's bad, but like... I'd support her wrongs and rights 😞

username She slayed the look OMG

username I'm in aweee, girl send more to your stories rn

username Cooked, ate, delivered. 🍽️

francolapinto I miss the time when you're curling your hair using balusters...

username This is the very much time he wrote long english to jump into a flashback

username Okay now we've all got our wildest heatless curl methods, BUT BALUSTERS????

yourusername THAT'S UNNECESSARYYYYYYY

username She's serving face and he's there doing a typically embarrassing flashback

username DID SOMEBODY SAID RELATIONSHIP CRUSHER MAKEUP INSPO😭😭😭😭😭😭

username I got on my knees at Walmart

francolapinto Shibuya, Japan

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francolapinto Un recordatorio para no dejar a tu hija sola en público

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username In all of the sudden they're in Shibuya now

username Wait are they finally official?

yourusername My irresponsible friend just took a pic and left 😒👎

alex_albon I wonder who

username THE WHAT

username Alright the rivalry sort of thing is kinda not making any sense by now

username ¿Verdad? Como, ¿qué clase de rival que te haría una foto con una cámara de 35mm?

username i need them to just kiss already

username Guys they're just friends. Can't a guy and a girl befriend in peace?

username is it me or did Oscar is also invested with this whole drama...

username ¿Es ella su novia?

username peor

username They looked like an old married couple doing a tbt here awww

username Alright no lie the pic is kinda fire tho

username Chat is this a hard launch or what

lilymhe A hard launch to a group chat war

username Alex playing dumb and Lily is the admin of their groupchat are NOT on my bingo card for this month

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EARLIER THAT DAY, Y/N'S iMESSAGE

MEANWHILE, LILY AND ALEX...

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note from DOLENE: soooooo very sorry that it took me for almost half a year to finish a smau again... my brain's kinda stuck on inspirations these days and hope you all can understand. but either way, i've got something for new years fics and i reaaaaallyy hope that my brain's not blanking out yet in that moment on. and until next time lovelies<3

[lancestrollsgf]

# THE BETTER NORRIS ! F1 GRID X ADOPTED NORRIS! READER, SMAU (2)

introduction master list request list

part one, part two, part three.

# WARNINGS: cussing, i know nothing about the parents of lando so everything is fictional. reader speaks spanish!! lowercase intended, spelling errors (english isn't my first language). lando's actual siblings are not featured in this since I don't know anything about them. hate comments towards reader and ollie. excessive usage of emojis such as "🙄, 🤫, 🤣,😝, 😭,😊,😉”.

# SUMMARY: the adventures of the formula one driver lando norris adopted sibling, y/n norris.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for the support on the first part (it’s insane love yall sm). so here is part two, hooray!!! here is part one!!! lowkey worried this isn’t gonna be as good as the first part i'm so sorry 😭😭 this is way shorter because the timeline is until before the hungarian gp so there isn’t much to post about (there will be a part three 🤫🤫) btw for the sake of the story ollie attends all the grand prixs (at least from this point foward). excuse. more in-depth reason this is short is because i started writing this july 11 and i didn’t expect the first part to get that many likes so i only came up with ideas up until after the british grand prix. the next part will have all 9 posts and not only 5 😘

# FACE CLAIM: marian guevara/theatomicbomb on instagram and tiktok

— instagram !

liked by landonorris, lancestroll, lawerence_stroll, and 1,284,820 others

thebetternorris thank you so much, @.astonmartinf1 for the invite to the british grand prix, my home grand prix. i’m so grateful for the gift, thank you @lawerence_stroll 💚. congrats to @.landonorris for p3 and congrats to @.lancestroll for p7 😝😝 👤: @.landonorris, @.lancestroll, @.tommyhilfiger @.astonmartinf1

astonmartinf1: thank you y/n for coming to our garage!! loved having you there 💚

-> mclaren: you better have enjoyed this grand prix because next one we’re keeping y/n.

-> thebetternorris: guys dw there’s enough of me to go around 😏😏

username42: y/n rizzing up the admins is crazy 😭

landonorris: did you really have to use that picture of me. i look horrible.

-> thebetternorris: you always look horrible 🙄🙄

lancestroll: still can’t believe my dad actually got you something.

-> thebetternorris: time to make room for me in the family 🤫🤫

fernando_alooficial: gracias por venir y apoyarnos y/n 💚 (thank you for coming and supporting us y/n)

-> thebetternorris: de nada fernando, tu eres mi idolo 🥹🥹 felicidades con p8 💚 (you’re welcome fernando, you’re my idol 🥹🥹 congrats with p8 💚)

lawerence_stroll: lovely meeting you y/n, hope you enjoyed my gift

-> thebetternorris: thank you so much for the gift, lovely meeting you too mr.stroll

-> lawerence_stroll: @thebetternorris please call me lawerence

-> thebetternorris: @.lancestroll your dad likes me more than you

-> lancestroll: @thebetternorris just because he let you call him by his first name doesn't mean get likes you more 🙄 it’s not like he bought you an f1 team

-> thebetternorris: @.lancestroll you're so sassy...

username43: lance's reply being “it’s not like he bought you an f1 team” IS SO FUNNY LMFAOOO

username44: lance and y/n acting like siblings 😭

-> thebetternorris: @lawerence_stroll please adopt me

username45: y/n is so pretty

username46: why did lawerence gift y/n something from tommy hilfiger?

-> username47: im guessing its because he invests in tommy hilfiger

username48: how come aston martin invited her to her home grand prix but not mclaren?

-> mclaren: unfortunately we sent the invitation too late

-> astonmartinf1: @.mclaren finder keepers looser weepers 😝

username49: even though y/n is one of the driver's siblings they still sent the invitation late LMFAO

-> mclaren: we wouldn't have had to sent an invite if "someone..." hadn't told y/n so late.

-> landonorris: @.mclaren I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WOULD GET AN INVITE FROM ANOTHER TEAM 😞

username50: the mclaren admin trying to clear their name ✊🏼

-> mclaren: i’m trying my best 😞

username51: y/n giving unseen photos of lance and lando

username52: y/n’s camera is probably full of unseen photos of drivers we may never see 😔

-> thebetternorris: 🤫🤫

-> username53: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

username54: y/n calling it her home grand prix 🥹

zhouguanyu24: thank you for the keychain and the toy for sweet corn 😁

-> thebetternorris: of course!! 😊

username55: lance and lando an underrated duo

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july 7, 2024

liked by landonorris, itsyoungmiko, olliebearman, and 1,402,027 others

thebetternorris parties in london go crazyy 🍾👤: @.itsyoungmiko, @.arcangel, @.friend1, @.friend2

itsyoungmiko: it was lovely meeting you twin 😈

-> thebetternorris: lovely meeting you too 😘

landonorris: do you just take photos with random people.

-> friend1: lando we've met before...

-> thebetternorris: don't talk about my twin young miko like that 😡

arcangle: loved partying with you norris!!

landonorris: you’re finally partying at home and not in the burger land😒

-> thebetternorris: BURGER LAND???

-> landonorris: the united states or whatever 🙄

username56: two posts in one day omg???

username57: y/n and young miko do look so much alike omg 🤨

olliebearman: it was lovely meeting you y/n

-> thebetternorris: hi ollie, it was great meeting you too 😆 congrats on your haas contract 🤫🤫

-> olliebearman: thank you! 😊

username58: y/n and ollie interacting???

username59: is no one gonna mention that y/n and ollie were in the same place??

username60: can y/n drink? i thought she was too young..

-> username61: she is too young. she’s only seventeen, but even then why are you assuming she’s drinking 😟?

username62: a sneak peak of the photo's y/n has in her camera

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july 7, 2024

— instagram stories !

thebetternorris and olliebearman added to stories

replies to thebetternorris story

landonorris replied to your story: WHO IS THIS??? TAKE THAT SMILEY FACE OFF AND COME BACK HOME.

lewishamilton replied to your story: is this what you call soft launching?

oscarpiastri replied to your story: please answer lando’s messages. he’s been pacing back and forth for the past ten minutes.

username63 replied to your story: Y/N IS THAT A GUY???

username64 replied to your story: YOU’RE SOFT LAUNCHING??

pepemartiofficial replied to your story: quén es?

username65 replied to your story: you’re such an artist 😻

replies to olliebearman story:

charles_leclerc replied to your story: son, are you dating a girl?

kimi.antonelli replied to your story: mate. you didn’t tell me you were going to the beach today? you didn’t even invite me 😞

arthur_leclerc replied to your story: 🤨

username66 replied to your story: IS THAT A GIRLL? OLLIEEE

username67 replied to your story: since when did you take such aesthetic photos?

username68 replied to your story: soft lauching omg??

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july 8, 2024

— instagram !

liked by thebetternorris, charles_leclerc, and 392,921 others

olliebearman got to drive an f1 car in silverstone 👍🏼

username69: i’m sobbing, he’s so cute 😭😭

charles_leclerc: so proud, congrats ollie 👍🏼

-> olliebearman: thank you dad! 👍🏼

-> username70: i can see where ollie got his thumbs up from. LMAO

thebetternorris: a thumbs up is such a dad move

-> olliebeaman: compliment or?

-> thebetternorris: compliment ofc ☺️

-> olliebearman: oh okay then, thank you y/n :)

username71: ollie has rizz???

username72: going from a ferrari reserve driver to a haas f1 driver is such a downgrade 😬

-> thebetternorris: you’re saying that as if you can even drive a formula one car ever 🤣

-> username73: HELLO??? y/n defending ollie 🫣🫣

username74: HIS EYES ARE SO CUTE 😔😔

username75: a semi F1 car

-> thebetternorris: more than you’ll ever achieve. bullying a eighteen year old at 26 years old is embarrassing.

-> username76: Y/N DEFENDING OLLIE 😍😍

username77: i can't wait to see ollie every race week

username78: y/n defending ollie is so cute

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july 9th, 2024

liked by landonorris, olliebearman, lilyzneimer, and 826,281 others

y/n.jpg surprise, new account 🤭 very first post is a photo dump, from beach day 🌊☀️ 07/08/24

landonorris: copycat 😒😒 be original for once. same username and everything

-> y/n.jpg: 🙄🙄

landonorris: WAIT A MINUTE. WHAT IS THAT THIRD PHOTO. Y/N NORRIS. WHO IS THAT???

-> y/n.jpg: 😜

-> landonorris: Y/N NORRIS. WHERE ARE YOU.

username80: y/n’s first post on her jpg account is a soft launch. this has got to be a halluaction.

username81: if someone told me that y/n would make a jpg account and soft launch a guy. i would never believe you.

username82: the second picture is so cute 😭

username83: the difference in the two comments lando commented. LMFAOO

-> username84: i’m guessing he commented “copycat” before seeing the photos and then commented the second one 🤣🤣

username85: two of the norris siblings have a jpg account that’s so cute

username86: ollie in the likes 🤨

lilyzneimer: you're so pretty

-> thebetternorris: thank u lily, love u

username87: both ollie and y/n posted about being at the beach the night after they met..

-> username88: nah you guys are reaching..

oscarpiastri: y/n please. don't do this rn 😭

-> thebetternorris: 🤫🤫

username89: you guys are assuming that y/n is with everyone leave her alone 😭😭

olliebearman: should i make a jpg account too?

-> thebetternorris: yes you should!! i can help u make it if you would like 🤫

-> olliebearman: ah yes that would be helpful 😁

username90: y’all won’t even let y/n be friends with the opposite gender before immediately shipping them together

username91: everyone saying that we're reaching and what not. but what about the comment between y/n and ollie… 🤨🤨

username92: the third photo looks a little similar to the one ollie posted on his story; the same day. 🫣

username93: there’s definitely gonna be something happening between the ollie and y/n because why else would she defend him in his own comments

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july 11th, 2024

liked by olliebearman, landonorris, lewishamilton, and 947,829 others

y/n.jpg digital camera photos from silverstone 💫 lando taking a little nap in the fourth photo 😴 btw congrats on your win lewis 😉. 👤: @.landonorris, @.oscarpiastri, @.roscoelovescoco, @ciscawuaman, @adam_norris_pure_electric, @lewishamilton

username93: i love y/n for giving us unseen photos

username94: oscar doing a shoey 🤔

-> thebetternorris: ik right disgusting 🤢

-> oscarpiastri: @thebetternorris hey. i didn’t like it anymore that you did.

-> username94: OSCAR AND Y/N REPLYING TO MY COMMENT. THIS ISN’T REAL.

roscoelovescoco: 🤍🤍

-> thebetternorris: ROSCOEE

username95: oh to be photographed on y/n’s camera and posted on her account 😞

-> thebetternorris: i just dm’ed you!!

-> username96: @.username95 well tell us, what did she dm you omg???

-> username95: @.username96 she gave me tickets to the next gp 😭😭😭 i’m distraught rn 🥹🥹

-> username97: @.username95 HELLO??? FREE TICKETS???

lewishamilton: thank u for the congrats y/n 🩵

-> thebetternorris: of courseee 😉

username98: these photos are so cute omg 💔

thebetternorris: do you guys see how @.landonorris replaces me with another kid 💔 guess i’m not his favorite nor youngest sibling anymore 😞

-> landonorris: y/n. i don’t think mom or dad could or want to adopt another kid especially after dealing with you.

-> thebetternorris: MOMMM 😭😭😭 @ciscawuaman

-> cisacawuaman: @.landonorris please. you may be right but don’t comment this on the internet. @thebetternorris we love you y/n, i would adopt you all over again and as many times i could 😘

username99: y/n is literally living every formula one fan’s dream 😖

-> username98: considering she is literally lando’s sister she’s been living the life since day one 😭

username100: THE FIRST PHOTO HELLO??? 😍

francisca.cgomes: hii y/n! it was lovely meeting you. are you going to the next gp? i would love to hang out with you ☺️

-> y/n.jpg: hi kika 😁, yes i will be!! i loved meeting you, you’re the sweetest, i would love to hang out with you too ☺️

username101: y/n is genuinely so pretty omg 🫣

landonorris: don’t think this is distracting me from the post you made previously..

-> thebetternorris: 🤫🤫

username102: i was at the grand prix and seeing y/n on the fan stage was so surreal.

username103: i met y/n at the grand prix and she got my hat signed by both oscar and lando, she’s so sweet 😭😭😭

-> username104: stop me too. she got all of my mclaren stuff signed by them 🥹🥹

username105: i met y/n and when i asked her to sign my shirt she was so shocked it was so precious 😞

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july 12, 2024

comment to be tagged in the next part. (pls mention if you wanna be added to my general taglist or just this series taglist)

taglist: @yawn-zi @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @d3kstar @inejghafawifesblog @azeal-peal @hadids-world @sumlovesjude @poppyflower-22 @formulaonebuff @bloodyymaryyy @kodzuvk @matchalyne @ynnasaint @morsstuff @2pagenumb @velentine @keii134 @deepeststarlightmoon @wobblymug @xoscar03 @raizelchrysanderoctavius (if you are tagged here, i will mostly likely tag you again in the third part)

READ PLEASE/URGENT: hello!! thank you so much for the support on this story. just wanted to share some links about the crisis/situation in venezuela. an undeniable cause of election fraud is happening in venezuela, spread awareness. how to help refugees near you. explanation of the situation. donate/help families forced to flee. the reason i’m sharing this is because the face claim for this story is from venezuela (will not have a huge effect on the story), but furthermore because the situation in venezuela is not being publicized enough. even just sharing these links will do a lot. sadly, i could not find any more links other than those three.

[spencerlicious]

could i request emily x polyglot!reader? someone finds out r can speak multiple languages, so naturally derek challenges her and em to see who can speak the most languages

so emily and r get into a language competition (?) and the 2 make a bet of whoever wins, gets a special prize from the loser *wink wonk* pls? it starts with innocent foreign banyer then ends up gettin dirtier if that makes sense? top!em pls 😊

thank u for reading, if ur not comfortable its all good! :D

hi anon!! thank you for the request <3 this is a super good idea, i was very excited to write it. it kind of morphed from your request a bit, but the main idea is still there. i do want to specify that i am by no means fluent or even proficient in any of the languages used in this fic (besides english 😭) because let’s be real— 4 years of spanish did *not* stick with me, so i used quite a bit of google translate. you might want to keep it handy too! i hope you enjoy :)

p.s. this is my first fic in a very very long time, please be kind <3

love language

emily prentiss x fem!reader

rating: 18+ MDNI

warnings: smut, cursing, oral (r receiving), fingering, dom!emily, i think that’s it?

w.c.: 1.3k

It was a long day for the members of the BAU. Back-to-back-to-back cases on short amounts of sleep were starting to wear on the team, and it didn’t help that the current case was stumping them.

“Oh, look at this, guys,” Morgan says, showing a picture from the newest crime scene. “Looks like there’s some writing in another language.”

You drop your head into your hands, taking a deep breath as you try to reset yourself and focus on the case.

“Looks like French, where’s Emily?” JJ asks.

You study the picture for a second before speaking up. “Dire la vérité— tell the truth.”

Morgan’s eyes cut to you. “Y/N, you speak French? And really, where is Prentiss?”

You’re about to respond as the door opens and Emily walks in from the bathroom. “Emily, did you know Y/N speaks French?”

Her face is surprised. “Huh. I didn’t. What else are you keeping from us?” She jokes.

Your eyebrows raise and you smile. “I speak a little bit more than French,” you say, not wanting to brag.

“What other languages do you speak?” Reid asks curiously.

“Well, French, and also Spanish, German, and Italian. Mostly Romance languages,” you say.

“Here’s a challenge,” Derek says. “Which one of you can speak in a different language for the longest?”

“¿Cómo no sabía que eras políglota?” Emily asks, effectively starting the competition.

“Nunca surgió en la conversación,” you respond plainly.

She laughs. “¡Podríamos haber estado teniendo conversaciones secretas todo este tiempo!”

“¿Qué tipo de conversaciones secretas te gustaría tener, Prentiss?” You say, raising an eyebrow.

She blushes slightly, flustered. She switches to French, trying to keep you on your toes. “Eh bien, je ne sais pas. Des trucs qu'on ne veut pas que Morgan écoute.” Her eyes flit to Morgan’s as she mentions him and he looks confused.

“What are the two of you talking about? And what are you saying about me?” He asks, looking between you and Emily.

You let out a small chuckle. “Tu ne veux juste pas que Derek m'entende te traiter de jolie et qu'il devienne jaloux, hmm?”

“This is all well and good, but shouldn’t we be getting back to the case?” Reid interjects.

“Yes, definitely,” you say, straightening your hair and pulling yourself back into focus mode.

After some more discussion on the use of a foreign language at the crime scene, the team decides to break for lunch. You take a quick trip to the bathroom and end up washing your hands at the same time as Emily.

“So, what was that?” She asks.

You’re caught off guard. “What was what?”

“You think I’m pretty,” she replies. “You told me I’m pretty in French. What was that about?”

You stammer a bit. “Well, I do think you’re pretty, Emily. I think you’re beautiful,” you admit.

“It’s interesting,” she says, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your waist. “You speak three romance languages, and while it’s not the same meaning, you picked the most romantic language to compliment me in. Even if I couldn’t tell from the long glances and the way your heart is pounding right now, that alone would’ve told me what I’m pretty sure I know,” she finishes, looking you dead in the eyes.

Her hand is heavy on your waist and your mind is racing. “And what do you know?”

Emily’s other hand trails from your shoulder to your jaw and pulls your chin up so you’re forced to look in her eyes. “You have feelings for me,” she states.

You hold her gaze for a second. “I hate profilers.” There’s a noticeable tension between the two of you before Emily smirks at you. You feel yourself inching closer to her and then you’re pressing your lips to hers. She reciprocates the kiss without hesitation, and you feel her hands pull you in by your hips.

The kiss gets broken and Emily rests her forehead on yours as you catch your breath. Your eyes meet and you share a smile. “Embrasse-moi encore, s'il te plaît,” you say softly.

“Oui chérie,” she replies, already leaning into kiss you again. Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss and she pushes you up against the door of the bathroom. She flips the lock of the door. Emily doesn’t want anyone interrupting.

Emily’s breath was warm against your neck as she kissed the tender skin. Pulling the collar of your shirt aside, she sucks a deep purple mark into your collar bone, drawing soft whines from you. “Shhh baby, don’t want the others to hear you, right?” She says, kissing the skin she marked soothingly.

She switches languages again and whispers in your ear. “¿Que quieres, hermosa?”

You meet her eyes and can feel the lust practically radiating off of Emily. “Want you to touch me,” you respond.

Within seconds, she’s on the floor in front of you, unzipping your slacks. Her fingers trace you through your panties. “You’re soaked, baby,” she says.

“For you,” you say, bracing your hands on the wall behind you as she teases you.

Emily pulls your panties down and rests your leg on her shoulder as her fingers find your clit. It’s almost electric, the way she rubs tight circles into the bundle of nerves. “Emily,” you moan out her name.

Her ministrations stop, causing you to whine out again at the loss of contact. “What did I tell you? Not a sound, or I’ll stop completely.”

You nod, covering your mouth with one hand as Emily runs her tongue through your wet cunt. She groans at the taste. “You’re fucking delicious,” she says, voice deep and dripping with arousal. It’s nearly impossible to stay quiet as her lips close around your clit, teeth gently scraping, making your legs tremble.

Your hands find a home tangled in Emily’s hair as you hold her face close. Her tongue slides back from your clit to your entrance. Your teeth clamp down against your lower lip as Emily’s tongue plunges inside of you. Her face is wet with your slick as she tongue fucks you, the sight alone bringing you close to the edge.

Emily then licks back through your cunt, sucking on your clit as she pushes a finger inside of you. Clouded in pleasure, you can’t focus on anything except the need to cum as she adds another finger and your walls are clenching around her. “Squeezing me so good baby, you want to cum?” she asks.

Your head nods frantically. “Yes— please, wanna cum,” you say breathily.

Emily curls her fingers up to press against that spongy spot inside of you. “Cum for me,” she commands, returning to suck at your clit as she hits your G-spot over and over again.

Your body shakes as she sends you over the edge of your orgasm. Her name is falling from your lips in a quiet whisper as you soak her fingers and face.

“You did so good for me,” she says, standing up and kissing your temple.

Catching your breath feels difficult, but you begin to fix your clothes and look presentable.

“Это было так хорошо, озорная девчонка,” Emily says, fixing her lipstick in the bathroom mirror.

“You may have just rocked my world, Prentiss, but I did not gain the ability to speak Russian,” you laugh.

The two of you make eye contact in the mirror, which starts you both up laughing, when a knock sounds from the door. You freeze, flushing in embarrassment.

Emily unlocks the bathroom door, opens it, and finds an impatient JJ awaiting you. “What are the two of you doing? We have an unsub to catch,” she says, turning around and heading back to the rest of the team.

Emily throws you a wink and follows after JJ.

You’re pretty positive this isn’t going to be a one-time thing.

[krops-spork]

Hispanic Jayce head cannons (Master list?)

Since my last post, I'm now thinking of head cannons for Jayce

(my family is from Mexico and El Salvador so this will mostly be based on that culture and stuff from my family)

Jayce has definitely been trapped in one of discount stores (Ross, TJ Maxx and Marshalls) with his mom for hours and hasn't recovered since

His mother is supportive of the creation of hextech but she's very superstitious and it's definitely rubbed onto Jayce.

His mother has also given him many blessed objects and now he has a shelf full of them in his apartment and lab

Jayce has definitely heard a noise in the Lab and said fuck no and uses incense to cleanse the place and one time Viktor walked in on him cleansing the place and is like "what the fuck"

The heat from the forge will never compare to eating hot ass caldo on a hot ass day in his opinion

He definitely did the lining up chairs and sleeping on them as a child and still does it as an adult (naps like that always hit)

His mother has scared him with the tale of La Llorona and it lives in the back of his mind every time he hears a drunk woman crying outside when he's having a late night in the Lab

He invites Viktor to come with him to his mom's place and eat a good home cooked meal

Speaking of Viktor visiting, he gets kinda concerned when Jayce and his mother talk in Spanish because they talk really loud and to Viktor it sounds like their arguing

Jayce knows how to dance and tries to get Viktor to dance with Spanish music when it comes on the radio

Jayce has definitely slipped into his native tongue when forgets the English word for something

Vi snapped a belt as a joke and jayce dead ass had war flashbacks

Jayce and his mother celebrate Día de los muertos (or arcane equivalent) and share the tradition it with the kiraman family (Caitlyn and vi do it to honor her mother, Jayce, Viktor, isha, Vander and jinx/powder)

When Jayce is getting intimate with Viktor, he calls him Carino and mi amor, and talks to him softly in Spanish, even though Viktor doesn't understand it

Jayce has tried to teach Viktor a bit of Spanish but dies everytime at Viktor's attempt because of his accent

Caitlyn knows some Spanish and calls him pendejo when he does something stupid, jayce regrets it every time

This is technically canon, but when Jayce talks, he moves his hands to further express what he is saying (Idk if it's a Hispanic thing but a lot of family members do it when they talk sooo)

Jayc still has his gold baby bracelet with his name engraved on it (I still have mine tee hee)

I'll probably think of more later and make pt 2 but this is all I could think of for now, feel free to leave suggestions at well 😊

[barcameowski]

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 ⁻ pau cubarsi

pairing: pau cubarsi x reader (established relationship)

warnings: none

face claim: francisca cerqueira gomes

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⇝ user12: oh how I hate you

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⇝ user15: why does it matter?

user16: I have spent four hours admiring this post

user17: we love a man who is open about his relationship and the woman he loves (I’m talking to you gavi)

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yourusername: mini photoshoot (paucubarsi took these pics)

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paucubarsi: 📸🐢

⇝ yourusername: more like 🤳 but A for effort

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paucubarsi: please grace me with your presence on this fine evening 🙏🏼

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⇝ yourusername: te amo ❤️

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user2: pau is so down bad lmao

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user6: that drink looks so good

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⇝ user8: what’s the difference….

⇝ user7: latina is if you’re from a country in latin america, spanish is if you’re from spain

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user12: la mejor amiga de las girls 💖

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user14: everyone ignoring pau calling her a turtle

⇝ user15: I remember he said somewhere that he calls her turtle because she’s big about rescuing baby turtles and stuff

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user17: if they aren’t endgame I’m throwing hands 🥰🥰

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yourusername: nights in barcelona 🌙

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paucubarsi: siempre hermosa 🤩

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paucubarsi: necesitas un perro? yo sé ladrar

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lamineyamal: the vibes you’re trying to give are not giving

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paucubarsi: cada día eres más bonita

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user1: yn and lamine act like siblings and I love it

user2: literally perfect

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user4: I’m fangirling

user5: day I don’t even know anymore of asking for a youtube channel

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⇝ yourusername: english, spanish, portuguese, and a bit of italian 💗

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user10: he made that bitch famousss

⇝ user11: don’t call her a bitch, you don’t even know her

user12: tinder doesnt work

user13: can’t wait for their wedding, I already know her dress is gonna be iconic

⇝ user14: they’re just teenagers chill

user15: I just discovered this hottie and now you’re telling me he’s taken?

balde smau coming next !

[pucksandpower]

I read your fanfic with Senna reader and I want to criticize you, as someone who is Brazilian: making her say a few words in Brazilian Portuguese, in a story that is mostly written in American English, is not enough to make a respectful representation of my country's culture and my people's identity. In fact, as well as being unrealistic - because nobody who is of mixed descent or knows more than one language speaks in such a way, unless they are not fluent in a language and have to communicate in it -, it only exoticizes Brazilian language and culture, which are already VERY exoticized and reduced to stereotypes, thank you.

If you're not prepared to or don't have the time to dedicate to studying a more complex representation of Brazilian culture, that's fine. But please don't exoticize it! I can assure you that it's much more respectful (and exciting) to leave everything in American English and focus on writing about the reader's connection with her father or her abstract patriotic feeling - because that's more tangible than a few words in Brazilian Portuguese.

Imagine having the audacity to criticize a fanfiction that someone spent countless hours of their own time (while in medical school, mind you) pouring their heart and soul into writing for not featuring enough words in a language the author doesn’t speak.

Imagine thinking that trying to make a few references to the Reader’s Brazilian background (in a story where she barely speaks Portuguese as is since the other main characters are French and British … and she lives in Switzerland) gives you the right to tear down someone else’s work that was only ever written with good intentions.

Should no one ever be able to write Charles speaking a few words in French? Or Max in Dutch? Or Carlos in Spanish?

If you can’t handle this, maybe reading fanfiction isn’t right for you 😊 If you’re not prepared to scroll past and keep your mouth shut if you don’t like something, that’s fine. But please don’t be an asshole about it!

Does this come off as a bitchy response? Maybe, but to be frank, I don’t care. I have no idea how some people are on such a high horse that they not only type something like that out but send it to an author anonymously. Imagine being that entitled.

[muiitoloko]

Hi, I really enjoy reading your writings. I would like you to write an adaptation of Lionel Shabandar. At an auction he gets Y/N for a date night, for a very high price, the most sought-after girl at the event. I hope you understand what I mean and have heard about this type of auction before, perhaps for charity or something darker. I feel like it would be a promising plot. (It could end up in a hot night) PS: If there is an error in my request it is because I speak Spanish. I keep learning English, your texts contribute <3 Gracias

Title: The Auction of Innocence

Summary: When a reserved woman is thrust into a decadent world of affluence, Lionel Shahbandar spares no expense to secure her as his prized possession.

Pairing: Lionel Shahbandar × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Hola! Thank you so much for your kind words, and I love that you’re enjoying my stories! 😊 I completely understand your request, and I have to say, it’s such an intriguing idea—Lionel bidding extravagantly for Y/N at an auction. The potential for a fiery and intense plot is definitely there! Gracias por leer y compartir tus ideas conmigo 💛 Happy New Year!

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Lionel sat in the far corner of the dimly lit room, nursing his whiskey with a lazy elegance that betrayed his sharp gaze. The heavy scent of cigar smoke mixed with expensive cologne lingered in the air, wrapping around the murmurs of anticipation as the next selection of escorts prepared to take the stage. The audience was a mix of suits and silks—wealthy men and women indulging in one of the darker privileges of affluence: buying a night of "luxury companionship."

Lionel chuckled softly to himself, swirling his drink as he observed the bidding. The escorts were beautiful, sure, but none had caught his eye. Not yet. He wasn’t here to settle for some dime-a-dozen arm candy—no, Lionel Shahbandar was a man of taste, discernment, and unparalleled appetite. If he was to pay for a night’s indulgence, it had to be exquisite, something worth his time and his substantial fortune.

As the next group of women sashayed onto the stage, Lionel leaned forward slightly, his hooked nose casting a shadow across his chiseled face. His baritone voice, low and tinged with mischief, muttered to himself, “Let’s see if the good pimp has finally outdone himself.”

The presenter’s voice rang out over the murmurs of the crowd, laced with theatrical enthusiasm. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Stefanini—our queen of dominance, for those who enjoy the thrilling bite of submission.”

The spotlight illuminated a striking woman dressed in daring red lingerie, her curves accentuated by the corset that clung to her frame. She held a whip casually in one hand, her red lips curling into a predatory smile as she surveyed the crowd. A collective murmur of appreciation rippled through the room as she strutted across the stage, her stilettos clicking sharply against the polished floor.

Lionel barely glanced up, swirling his whiskey as if the display were nothing more than background noise. His hooked nose wrinkled slightly in disinterest as bids began flying.

“Ten thousand.”

“Fifteen.”

“Twenty.”

The gavel struck, and Stefanini disappeared behind the curtains, claimed for twenty thousand pounds. Lionel exhaled softly, his baritone voice a low mutter. “All that pomp and leather for a boy with deep pockets and shallow tastes.” He smirked, taking a slow sip of his whiskey.

The next woman stepped onto the stage, introduced with a flourish, but Lionel barely glanced up. He had made one bid earlier in the evening, for Eliza—a familiar face, a comfort more than an indulgence. When someone outbid him, he didn’t bother raising the stakes. Eliza had served her purpose in the past, but she wasn’t the kind of woman who could ignite his interest anymore.

Lionel leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room. Most of the patrons had found their evening’s entertainment, their eyes glazed with lust and anticipation. The air was heavy with satisfaction, yet Lionel remained unengaged, his attention returning to his drink.

“This is a waste of time,” he muttered under his breath, though his tone carried no real frustration. He enjoyed the spectacle of it all, the sheer decadence and audacity of wealth on display. But tonight, none of it stirred the lion inside him.

As the auction neared its end, Lionel’s thoughts wandered. He considered leaving early, retreating to his penthouse where he could spend the evening indulging in his own luxuries—ones that didn’t require an auctioneer. But just as he pushed his chair back, preparing to stand, a new voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Ladies and gentlemen, a final surprise,” the presenter announced, his tone charged with anticipation. “Something truly unique for those with refined tastes.”

Lionel paused, his curiosity piqued despite himself. He leaned forward slightly, his hooked nose catching the edge of the light as he swirled his glass.

The auctioneer’s voice brimmed with enthusiasm as he announced the final offering of the night. Lionel’s gaze, sharp and curious, flicked toward the stage. The lights dimmed briefly, and when they brightened again, there you were, stepping onto the platform. The room fell into a hushed silence, the air thick with intrigue.

You looked distinctly different from the women who had preceded you. Where they exuded confidence and theatrical flair, you seemed nervous, shy. Your modestly styled black lingerie resembled a delicate nightgown, its soft fabric draping over your curves in a way that left more to the imagination than it revealed. Stockings ran up your legs, adding a subtle edge to your innocent appearance. Your hands fidgeted slightly, betraying your unease, and your eyes darted across the room, meeting Lionel’s for the briefest moment before skittering away.

Lionel’s interest ignited instantly, a predatory gleam lighting up his hazel eyes. His lips curved into a slow, deliberate smirk, and he leaned forward in his chair, his hooked nose catching the golden glow of the chandelier overhead. This wasn’t just another pretty face; this was a rarity—a prize worth pursuing.

The auctioneer stepped forward, clearly thrilled by the reaction your presence had elicited. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice practically vibrating with excitement. “A true gem, a treasure—our final offering of the night. Allow me to present a virgin.”

The murmurs in the room swelled into a wave of shocked excitement. Virgins were rare in this setting—practically unheard of. And now here you were, standing on stage, looking vulnerable and out of place. The effect was intoxicating.

Lionel’s smirk deepened as he noted the way the other bidders reacted. Eyes gleamed with desire, hands tightened around paddles, and the tension in the room was palpable. But Lionel wasn’t concerned. These were men who played at being lions, their roars hollow. He was the real deal, and tonight, he would prove it.

“The bidding will begin at twenty thousand pounds,” the auctioneer announced, his voice cutting through the chatter.

“Twenty-five!” someone called out almost immediately.

“Thirty!” another voice followed.

Lionel chuckled softly, swirling his whiskey before setting it aside. He raised his paddle lazily, his baritone voice cutting through the room like a blade. “Fifty thousand.”

A hush fell over the crowd as heads turned toward him. Lionel’s reputation preceded him, and the sum he had offered was enough to send a clear message: he wasn’t playing games.

“Fifty-five!” came a defiant challenge from across the room, but Lionel didn’t even flinch. His hazel eyes remained locked on you, watching the way your breath hitched, your chest rising and falling beneath the delicate fabric of your lingerie.

“Seventy-five,” he said smoothly, his tone carrying an air of finality.

The auctioneer blinked, clearly caught off guard by the swift escalation. “Seventy-five thousand,” he repeated, his voice ringing out over the murmurs. “Do I hear eighty?”

Silence. The room was still, save for the sound of Lionel’s slow, deliberate breathing. He leaned back in his chair, his hooked nose wrinkling slightly as he surveyed the room with a look of supreme confidence.

“Sold,” the auctioneer declared, striking his gavel. “To Lord Lionel Shahbandar for seventy-five thousand pounds!”

A ripple of applause followed, but Lionel paid it no mind. His eyes were fixed on you as the stagehands guided you toward the edge of the platform. The faintest smile curved his lips as he rose from his chair, his presence commanding the space around him as he made his way to meet you.

When you stood before him, your eyes wide and uncertain, Lionel extended a hand, his fingers brushing yours with a deliberate gentleness. “You’re even more exquisite up close,” he murmured, his baritone voice low and intimate. “Shall we?”

You nodded hesitantly, allowing him to guide you away from the crowd and toward the private suites above. His hand rested lightly on the small of your back, his touch warm but firm as he led you into an opulent room bathed in soft, golden light.

Once inside, Lionel turned to face you fully, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and hunger. “Do you know why I bid on you, my little lamb?” he asked, his voice a velvety purr.

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “No, sir.”

Lionel’s smirk widened as he stepped closer, his hooked nose brushing lightly against your temple as he whispered, “Because you’re rare. Unique. The kind of prize a man like me can’t resist.”

His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Tonight,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise, “you’ll discover what it means to be claimed by a lion.”

Lionel gently guided you to sit on the plush velvet couch, his movements deliberate, a predator's calm precision in every step. His hazel eyes gleamed with an amused sort of hunger as he loosened his tie, the silk slipping free with an elegance that only enhanced his air of command. Tossing it onto a nearby chair, he shrugged off his jacket, the muscles of his shoulders flexing under the fine fabric of his shirt.

You watched, your breath catching, your cheeks flushing a delicate pink that made Lionel smirk. He saw your uncertainty, the way your gaze flickered nervously to the door as if weighing your options for escape. But running wasn’t an option—not from a man like Lionel. He was a lion, and you were his lamb, trembling but unable to resist the pull of his presence.

“Lean back, little lamb,” Lionel said, his baritone voice low, almost a purr, as he stepped closer. His hands found the edge of the couch, caging you as you obeyed without even realizing it, leaning back until you lay flat. His weight shifted above you, one knee pressing between your legs, his other hand braced beside your head.

Your hands fluttered to his chest, a feeble attempt to keep distance, but Lionel only chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “So sweet,” he murmured, leaning down until his hooked nose brushed against your temple, his lips grazing your shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” His fingers slid to the hem of your nightgown, toying with the delicate fabric. “In fact,” he whispered, his lips grazing your ear, “I’ll make it unforgettable.”

Your breath hitched, a soft sigh escaping your lips as his mouth pressed against your shoulder, his kisses light, teasing. Lionel’s hand slipped under the edge of your nightgown, the roughness of his fingers against your smooth skin making you shiver. He paused, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, his hazel gaze sharp but not unkind.

“What’s a little lamb like you doing in a place like this?” he asked, his tone almost curious, though the mischievous gleam in his eye betrayed his true thoughts.

You stuttered, your voice shaky as you said, “M-Mr. Gruber told me not to talk about my life… not to tell the customers.”

Lionel’s smirk widened, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on your thigh. “Ah, yes. Gruber,” he mused, his tone dripping with disdain. “Always trying to turn treasures into commodities. But I’m not just any customer, am I?”

Before you could answer, Lionel’s hand tugged at the edge of your nightgown, pulling it higher. You gasped, your hands darting down to stop him, clutching the fabric tightly and pulling it back into place. Your cheeks burned, the struggle making Lionel laugh softly, his head tilting as he watched you with amusement.

“Are we playing coy now, little lamb?” he asked, his voice warm with mockery. He leaned in, his hooked nose brushing your cheek, his lips hovering just above yours. “Shall I take it off myself?” His hand tugged gently at your nightgown again, his fingers brushing the bare skin of your hip. “Or would you rather do it for me?”

You shook your head, your hands trembling as you held onto the fabric for dear life. Lionel chuckled again, the sound vibrating through you as he leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“Such a shy little lamb,” he murmured, his baritone voice dropping lower, thick with amusement and desire. “But don’t you see, darling? Fighting only makes me want you more.” His fingers tightened on the fabric, his strength effortlessly overpowering your resistance as he began to lift it higher.

“Now,” he purred, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me, shall we?”

Lionel froze mid-motion, his fingers still brushing the hem of your nightgown. His sharp hazel eyes narrowed slightly, the teasing smirk slipping from his face as he registered the panic in your voice.

"My father," you whispered, your voice trembling as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "He’s in the hospital… he needs treatment." You clutched the edge of the nightgown tighter, as if it were a shield against his piercing gaze.

Lionel cocked his head, his hooked nose catching the golden glow of the chandelier. His expression shifted from intrigue to something more thoughtful, almost calculating. He didn’t move, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he loomed over you, but his voice softened, his baritone rolling like silk. "And Mr. Gruber? What part does he play in this little drama?"

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his eyes for a brief moment before your gaze darted to the buttons of his shirt. "He… he offered to pay for my father’s expenses. For the surgery. He said he’d cover everything if I…" Your voice faltered, trailing off into a strained silence.

Lionel leaned back slightly, giving you room to breathe, though his presence was still overwhelming. He crossed his arms, his expression unreadable as he studied you. "If you worked for him," he finished for you, his voice low and even.

You nodded, tears threatening to spill as you whispered, "I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t let my father die."

Lionel’s gaze lingered on you, his hazel eyes sharp and assessing. He stayed silent for a moment, the weight of it pressing down on you like a storm cloud. You felt your cheeks flush as you looked back down at the buttons of his shirt, your hands trembling where they clutched your nightgown.

"I’ve never… been naked in front of a man before," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "I was saving it for someone special. For my… for my future husband."

Lionel’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, the mischief returning to his eyes. He reached out, his hand brushing your cheek with surprising gentleness. "Your future husband, hmm?" His voice was a velvety purr, laced with amusement. "And what makes you think he’d be worthy of you, my little lamb?"

You blushed deeper, your hands tightening around the fabric of your nightgown. "Please," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Don’t hurt me."

Lionel’s smirk softened into something almost tender, though his eyes still glinted with that predatory gleam. He leaned in, his hooked nose brushing against your temple as his warm breath ghosted over your skin. "Hurt you?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Darling, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to ruin you—for anyone else."

His hands found your waist again, his grip firm but not harsh. "You think I’d take something as precious as this and be careless with it?" he asked, his tone a mix of mockery and reassurance. "No, my little lamb. If I claim you, it will be unforgettable—for both of us."

You shivered under his touch, your breath hitching as his lips brushed against your ear. "I’ll teach you what it means to be desired," he whispered, his baritone voice wrapping around you like a caress. "To be worshipped by a man who knows exactly how to make you tremble."

His fingers trailed down your arm, his touch light and teasing. "But you have to trust me," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Let me show you how good it can be."

You hesitated, your heart pounding as you looked up at him. His gaze was steady, his expression a mix of mischief and something deeper, something almost… reverent.

"Do you trust me, little lamb?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine. "Say yes, and I promise, I’ll make it so good, you’ll never want to leave my arms."

You hesitated, your mind racing as Lionel’s hazel eyes locked onto yours, waiting. His expression was expectant, confident, and unyielding, and you knew there was only one answer he wanted to hear. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you whispered, “Yes.”

The moment the word left your lips, Lionel’s smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He shifted his weight off of you, surprising you as he effortlessly scooped you up into his arms. You let out a small gasp, startled by the sudden movement, but he merely chuckled, his baritone voice rumbling through you.

“Relax, little lamb,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement as he carried you toward the grand king-size bed draped in rich, silky sheets. “I’m going to take care of you.”

He placed you gently on the bed, his movements deliberate and careful, as though you were the most precious thing he had ever held. The mattress was soft beneath you, the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey lingering as he leaned over you. His fingers brushed against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

Lionel’s sharp eyes never left yours as he knelt by the bed, his hands sliding to your thighs. Slowly, he hooked his fingers into the delicate lace of your lingerie, tugging it aside with unhurried precision. He watched every flicker of emotion cross your face, his hooked nose casting a shadow over his features as his lips quirked into a smile.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, laced with something you couldn’t quite name. His fingers slid down to the tops of your stockings, hooking them with ease as he began to peel them off, one by one. His lips brushed against your knees, his kisses warm and lingering, as though he were savoring every inch of you.

You exhaled shakily, your body trembling under his touch. For the first time, you allowed yourself to relax, to let go of your nervousness and simply feel. Lionel’s hands were steady, his movements deliberate, and for the first time, you felt worshipped—truly worshipped—by a man.

Your gaze flickered to his face, and for the first time, you noticed the sharp lines of his jaw, the glint of mischief in his hazel eyes, the way his hooked nose gave him a uniquely commanding presence. Lionel Shahbandar, you realized, was handsome—devastatingly so.

He smirked as he caught you staring, his voice a teasing purr. “Finally seeing me for the lion I am, hmm?”

You flushed, your breath catching as his fingers trailed to the edges of your panties. But before he moved further, he paused, his expression shifting to something more serious.

“Do you know the color system?” he asked, his voice low but calm.

You blinked, confused. “No,” you admitted softly, shaking your head.

Lionel’s smirk returned, though his tone was patient as he explained. “It’s simple, darling. Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down, maybe adjust. And red?” He leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as he finished, “Red means stop. Completely. No questions asked.”

You shivered at the intimacy of his voice, the low timbre curling through you. “I… I understand.”

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers resuming their descent. “I need you to say the words, little lamb. Green, yellow, or red?”

“Green,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Lionel’s eyes darkened with approval, his smirk widening as his fingers slid your panties down your thighs, exposing you completely. He let them fall to the floor before settling between your legs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. His kisses were slow, deliberate, and maddeningly teasing, each one sending a spark of heat through your body.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his baritone voice thick with amusement. “Are you nervous, little lamb?”

“Yes,” you admitted, your voice shaky.

Lionel’s hands gripped your thighs gently, his thumbs brushing soothing circles against your skin. “Good,” he purred, his hooked nose brushing against you as his lips hovered just above your most sensitive spot. “You’ll be begging me for more by the time I’m done with you.”

Before you could respond, his mouth descended, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of warmth and pressure that sent your head spinning. You gasped, your fingers tangling in the sheets as Lionel worked you with expert precision. His hands held your hips firmly, keeping you steady as his mouth moved against you, his tongue and lips coaxing sounds from you that you didn’t even know you could make.

“Green,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need.

Lionel chuckled against you, the vibration adding to the sensation. “I know, little lamb,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

His tongue moved in deliberate, skillful strokes, his baritone hums sending shivers down your spine. You felt yourself unraveling, your body arching into him as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. When you finally cried out, your release washing over you in waves, Lionel’s smirk only deepened.

Lionel pulled away, his lips brushing one last teasing kiss against your sensitive folds before he straightened, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Sweet as honey,” he murmured, his baritone voice rich with amusement. “You’ve been indulging in fruit, haven’t you? I could taste it. Or perhaps that’s just you, my little lamb. Pure, unspoiled, and utterly addictive.”

You blushed, your chest still heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. The nightgown clung to your damp skin, bunched around your waist, a silent testament to the intensity of what you had just experienced. Without realizing it, your thighs pressed together, seeking friction in your haze of sensitivity and lingering desire. Lionel’s hazel eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk as he observed your unconscious movements.

“You’re insatiable already, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice a velvet purr as he began undoing the buttons of his shirt. “I must be doing something right.” His fingers worked the fabric with deliberate precision, his sharp eyes never leaving your form as he exposed his chest, the fine lines of muscle and a faint dusting of hair adding to his commanding presence.

You shifted on the bed, the silk sheets cool against your overheated skin. Lionel’s gaze was predatory, his hooked nose casting a shadow over his smirk as he kicked off his shoes and reached for his belt. The sound of the leather sliding free was deliberate, almost calculated, a symphony of dominance that had your heart racing anew.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he unzipped his pants, “most women would be trembling with nerves, but not you, my sweet lamb. No, you’re trembling with anticipation.” He stepped out of his trousers, standing before you in nothing but his boxer briefs, the bulge beneath the fabric unmistakable and impossible to ignore.

You pressed your thighs together harder, the friction sending a small shiver through your body. Lionel noticed, of course—Lionel noticed everything. He chuckled, the sound deep and rich as he slid a hand into his briefs, pulling them down and freeing himself. His arousal was as impressive as the man himself, and the confidence with which he reached for a condom only added to his aura of control.

“Look at you,” he said, rolling the condom on with practiced ease. “Legs pressed together like you can’t decide whether to hide or beg for more. Which is it, little lamb?” His tone was playful, but the heat in his eyes betrayed the intensity simmering just beneath the surface.

You swallowed hard, your gaze darting between his face and the way his hand stroked himself slowly, deliberately. “I… I don’t know,” you admitted softly, your voice trembling.

Lionel climbed onto the bed, his presence overwhelming as he settled between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs, prying them apart with gentle but unyielding force. “I’ll decide for you,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re mine tonight, and I intend to ruin you for anyone else.”

He shifted, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “No man will ever satisfy you the way I will,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “You’ll remember this night every time you close your eyes. Every time you touch yourself, you’ll hear my voice, feel my hands, taste my kiss.”

You gasped as he aligned himself with your entrance, his hooked nose brushing against your temple as he pressed forward, slow and deliberate. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, and Lionel’s baritone voice rumbled with satisfaction as he sank deeper. “That’s it, my sweet lamb,” he murmured, his lips grazing your jaw. “Take me. Every inch.”

As you grabbed Lionel's shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, a sharp cry escaped your lips. “Yellow!” you screamed, your voice trembling with a mix of pain and panic. Lionel froze immediately, his baritone voice softening as he whispered, “Easy, little lamb. I’ve got you.”

He paused, holding himself steady within you, his sharp hazel eyes scanning your face. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, your face contorted in discomfort. Lionel’s hooked nose brushed against your temple, his lips grazing your cheek as he murmured, “Breathe for me. Just breathe.”

His hands shifted to the sheets beneath you, tightening them around your trembling body, grounding you as you adjusted to his size. He groaned softly, his control evident in the way his muscles tensed. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with awe and lust. “You really are a complete virgin, aren’t you?”

You nodded faintly, your body trembling as you clung to him. Lionel’s smirk returned, but it was softer this time, tinged with pride and something more primal. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice dropping lower. “I would’ve thought… maybe a toy, at least. A little rubber cock to ease you into this.” He chuckled darkly, his fingers brushing against your hair. “But no. That delicious little pussy of yours is completely untouched. Pure. Mine.”

You whimpered softly, your breath hitching as your body adjusted to him. Lionel leaned back slightly, his hazel eyes blazing as he looked down at you, his hooked nose casting a shadow over his face. “Look at me, little lamb,” he commanded, his voice a mix of velvet and steel.

You opened your eyes hesitantly, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his expression sent a shiver down your spine. “That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down your cheek. “Good girl. You’re doing so well.”

His hips shifted slightly, testing your response, and he groaned as you clenched around him instinctively. “Fuck,” he muttered again, his hands tightening on your hips. “You’re squeezing me so damn tight. Feels like you’re trying to keep me out and pull me in at the same time.”

Lionel’s gaze softened for a moment as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll give you a moment, darling,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Let you get used to me. But know this—once you’re ready, I’m not holding back.”

His lips found yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered against your lips, “You’re mine now, little lamb. And by the end of this night, you’ll know exactly what it means to be claimed by a lion.”

You adjusted slowly, your body trembling as Lionel remained perfectly still, an unusual act of restraint for a man of his ego and insatiable appetite. His sharp hazel eyes scanned your face, watching every flicker of discomfort and hesitation with an intensity that bordered on reverence. His hooked nose brushed against your temple as he murmured, “Breathe, little lamb. That’s it. Breathe for me.”

His hands were warm on your hips, firm but gentle, holding you steady as he pressed the faintest kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your trembling lips. His baritone voice softened, low and soothing, as though coaxing you through the moment. “You’re doing beautifully,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “There’s no rush. I’ll wait.”

Lionel’s shallow thrusts were deliberate, almost teasing, giving you time to adjust to the fullness of him. Each small motion sent a ripple of warmth through your body, the tension in your muscles easing bit by bit. Your breath evened out, the sharp pangs of discomfort melting into something else—something deeper, more intense. Lionel’s smirk returned, faint but unmistakable, as he felt the shift in your body.

When you whispered the word, your voice trembling but clear—“Green”—it was like a spark igniting a fire. Lionel’s hazel eyes darkened, his smirk widening into something predatory, and his hands tightened on your hips. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice a velvet growl. “Now let’s make this a night you’ll never forget.”

He began to move with deliberate precision, each thrust slow and deep, dragging a soft cry from your lips. Lionel’s gaze was locked on you, drinking in every sound you made, every flutter of your lashes, every arch of your back. “God,” he muttered, his voice thick with awe and lust. “The sounds you make… magnificent. Where did Gruber even find you, hmm? Did he dig you up from some untouched paradise just to torment me?”

His lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. His hands slid higher, tugging at the bunched fabric of your nightgown. “Let’s get this off, shall we?” he purred, his hooked nose brushing against your collarbone as he helped you lift it over your head. The nightgown slipped free, leaving you bare beneath him.

Lionel paused, his breath catching as his gaze roamed over you. “Christ,” he muttered, his baritone voice dropping lower. His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples with maddeningly light strokes. “You’re perfection, little lamb. Absolute perfection.”

He leaned down, his lips closing over one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your hands flying to his shoulders as a soft moan escaped your lips. Lionel chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. “So responsive,” he murmured, his voice tinged with satisfaction. “I could devour you, piece by piece, and never get enough.”

His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips as he moved within you, his pace increasing slightly. Each thrust was deliberate, his movements calculated to drive you higher and higher. “Do you feel that, little lamb?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “That’s what it means to be truly desired. To be worshipped by a man who knows exactly how to make you sing.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure built, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you. Lionel’s smirk widened as he felt you clench around him, his hooked nose brushing against your cheek as he whispered, “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Let go, darling. Let me hear you.”

Lionel tightened his grip on your hips, pulling you closer with a possessiveness that sent shivers through your body. “Look at you,” he murmured, his baritone voice rich with desire, “a goddess among mortals, trembling beneath me like the most exquisite prey.” His hooked nose brushed against your temple, his lips ghosting over your skin as he whispered, “Do you know how rare you are, little lamb? Seventy-five thousand pounds was a pittance for something—someone—as divine as you.”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to stifle your moans by pressing your mouth against his neck. The rough stubble along his jaw scraped against your lips, a delicious contrast to the heat of his skin. Lionel’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, a low and mischievous sound. “Oh, no, darling,” he purred, his voice dropping an octave. “None of that. Don’t you dare hide those sweet sounds from me. I paid for every moan, every cry, and every whimper you make tonight.”

His words sent a bolt of heat through you, and your nails dug into his back, leaving red trails down his skin. The bite of pain seemed to spur him on, his hips snapping forward with renewed fervor. The rhythm was relentless, each thrust deeper than the last, forcing you to arch into him, your body molding perfectly to his. “That’s it,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “Give in to me. Let me hear how much you love being mine.”

You gasped, your moans growing louder despite your attempts to keep them in check. Lionel smirked against your shoulder, his hooked nose brushing the curve of your neck as his teeth grazed your skin. “There it is,” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “That’s my good girl. You sound so fucking perfect when you’re lost in me.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, and Lionel groaned, the sound raw and primal. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he muttered, his hazel eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at you. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? How badly I want to ruin you for anyone else?”

You couldn’t answer, your voice lost in a cry of pleasure as his hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent shockwaves through you. Lionel’s smirk deepened as he watched you writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice a velvet growl. “Let go for me. Scream my name if you have to. I want the whole damn world to know who owns you tonight.”

Your release came crashing over you, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. Lionel followed close behind, his groan of pleasure muffled as he buried his face against your neck. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sounds in the room your ragged breaths and the faint rustle of silk sheets.

But Lionel was far from finished.

As you lay beneath him, your body still trembling, Lionel’s smirk returned, cheeky and mischievous. “Don’t think we’re done, little lamb,” he said, his baritone voice laced with playful menace. “We’ve barely scratched the surface.”

He rolled off you, standing to retrieve another condom from the nearby nightstand. His sharp hazel eyes glinted with mischief as he turned back to you, his hooked nose casting a shadow across his face. “You didn’t think I’d stop after just one round, did you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock disbelief. “No, darling. I paid for the whole night, and I intend to savor every second.”

You blushed, your breath catching as Lionel reached for you, pulling you to your feet and guiding you toward the plush velvet couch. His hands were firm on your waist, his touch possessive as he turned you around and pressed you against the armrest. “Knees up,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. “I want to see you stretched out for me, trembling and begging by the time I’m done.”

Your pulse quickened as you obeyed, your body arching against the soft fabric. Lionel’s hands roamed over your skin, his touch sending shivers through you as he positioned himself behind you. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “Every inch of you is a masterpiece, and I’m the only man worthy of worshipping it.”

The second round began with the same deliberate intensity as the first, Lionel’s thrusts slow and deep, each one calculated to draw every ounce of pleasure from you. He leaned forward, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered dirty promises that sent your mind spinning. “I’ll have you in every way tonight,” he growled, his hands tightening on your hips. “On this couch, against that wall, maybe even on the floor if we run out of furniture. And every time you cry out, I’ll know it’s because you’re mine.”

You moaned, your voice muffled as you bit into the velvet cushion, your hands clutching at the armrest for support. Lionel chuckled darkly, his hooked nose brushing against your shoulder as he murmured, “Don’t hold back, darling. Scream if you need to. I’ll only make you scream louder.”

The night stretched on, a blur of heat and sensation as Lionel claimed you over and over again. By the time the final condom was used, your body was exhausted, your voice hoarse from crying out his name. Lionel lay beside you, his arms wrapped around you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Seventy-five thousand pounds,” he murmured, his baritone voice soft but filled with satisfaction. “Worth every penny. And I’d pay it again in a heartbeat for a night like this.” His smirk returned, playful and wicked as he added, “Next time, maybe I’ll buy out the whole damn auction, just to make sure no one else can touch what’s mine.”

You blushed, your heart pounding as Lionel’s words sank in. For tonight, you were his—and Lionel Shahbandar was a man who never settled for anything less than perfection.

[jintaka-hane]

Oh hello 😊😊

Sooo your “Kiss your blorbo” event… it’a great idea 😍😍

Can I ask a kiss from my beloved doctor Hongo, with “Are you gonna be my girl” from Jet as background music?

Send you lot of love ���💖😘😘

[Masterlist] Kiss your blorbo on New Year’s Eve

HONGO

Summary: Hongo is far too discreet, and it’s starting to annoy you. At the New Year’s Eve party in the port, you decide to test him by making him jealous. Word count: 1100 Warning: xf!reader; fluff; kissing, some jealousy; sort of pre-established relationship All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.

You giggle as you let him play with your hair. You’ve let him buy you another beer, and now he’s shamelessly flirting with you, throwing out compliments as he leans slightly closer. Midnight is approaching, and amidst the singing, dancing, and the strong smell of alcohol and food from the nearby stalls, you bat your lashes at the man you’re seemingly having fun with tonight.

But he’s not the one holding your full attention.

Out of the corner of your eye, you’re keeping constant track of the doctor on your crew, cursing every time you realize he’s not looking your way, completely engrossed in chatting and drinking with Shanks and the others.

Hongo seems like the reserved type. Or at least, discreet when others are around. But behind closed doors when you’re in his bed, he’s anything but restrained with you.

What began between the two of you a few months ago as innocent, casual flirting gradually evolved into bold teasing and constant banter. The tension grew with each playful joke and every provocative, defiant look until one day, you grabbed him by his shirt and gave him what would be your first kiss, heated and hungry. But spending long periods confined together in the middle of the sea quickly made clandestine kisses no longer enough. Now, more nights than not, you find yourself tangled in his sheets, breathless, sweaty, and utterly spent.

By daylight, however, things change. The embraces of the night turn into brief exchanges of words. Your once-thirsty mouths become sidelong glances.

You were never looking for a relationship. You remember the moment you froze the first time his fingers brushed your shoulders while you were talking to Yassop, prompting him to pull back and avoid touching you again in front of others. Getting romantically involved with a crewmate would only cause problems, and the way you both keep your distance in public has conveniently helped you control your own feelings. Until now.

Tonight, you can’t stand how far away he is. You can’t stand how little he looks at you. You can’t stand those hands, shoved into his pockets, not resting on your waist. So, at the lively party the locals are throwing at the port to celebrate the new year, you do everything you can to make him jealous.

But it doesn’t seem to be working. Despite the man you’re humoring leaning closer and closer to you, your doctor stays wrapped up in laughter and conversations with the others.

Frustrated, you huff and take a sip of your drink as your admirer move his hand in an alarmingly intimate gesture to your chin and stroke it. You frown, smelling the alcohol on his breath, and before his lips can graze yours, you excuse yourself.

“I... uh... I need to go to the bathroom.”

Awkwardly and muttering curses under your breath, you stride away from the party, weaving through dancing couples and dodging people offering skewers of meat and beer. The music pounds in your ears, and all you can think about is getting away as fast as possible. But just as you’re about to escape the crowd, a strong hand catches your wrist, stopping you in your tracks and pulling you back to face him.

"I know what you're doing, and I don't like it," Hongo says harshly, looking at you with the same expression he would give to a nasty wound.

“Oh?” you say, surprised to see him but unable to contain your indignation. “Excuse me, sir, you’ve been watching me?” you ask, placing a hand on your chest.

“Doll, I’m always keeping an eye on you. I’d know if you had a headache even if you were on another ship.”

“Oh, yeah?” You yank your hand, but his grip on your wrist doesn’t loosen.

“Yeah.” He mimics you, giving your wrist a small tug, causing your chests to brush against each other. “I’d know if you caught a cold even from a thousand miles away.”

You look up at him, and your lips tremble for a moment. You part them to say something sharp, but before the words can leave your mouth, the crowd starts counting down to the new year.

“Ten, Nine, Eight!”

Taking a deep breath, you swallow hard and muster the courage to keep speaking.

“And my heart?" you ask, raising your voice so he can hear you over the cheers. "Would you know if it hurts right now?” You lock eyes with him.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

The way your pupils gleam in the colorful glow of the party lights makes him sigh and lean in a little closer to you.

“I know it does…” he whispers. “Just like mine.”

“Four! Three!”

Your heart drums in your chest, and your eyes close at the feeling of Hongo’s hand now tracing the line of your jaw.

“Two! One!”

You feel his nose brush against yours, and you when you tilt your head, his mouth claims yours in a heated and senseless kiss. Right there, in public, in front of everyone. He presses his lips firmly against yours, making your knees weak like only he knows how.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The crowd roars and cheers around you, throwing streamers and colorful confetti as fireworks explode in the sky. His fingers lace with yours as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. You smile into his kiss and bring both hands to his cheeks, refusing to let him go. His laugh is muffled against your lips, but he doesn’t release you, leaning in even more to deepen the kiss. Then, in one final teasing move, you pull away, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

It takes him a couple of seconds to collect himself before he asks you the question he's been holding in.

“So… are you gonna be my girl?” he says, leaning in toward you again.

“Your girl?” you giggle, tilting your head and stopping him by placing a hand on his chest. “Like… officially and out in the open?”

He nods, toying with your fingers intertwined with his. “Yes, officially and out in the op—”

His words are cut off by your lips, capturing his in a long, deep kiss. Your hands trail up to the back of his shaved neck, and he hums in approval before you both pull back.

“Are we heading to your cabin?” you ask him, your cheeks warm and flushed.

“My cabin…” For a moment, you’ve disoriented him with your kiss, but he quickly recovers. “Oh, yes, absolutely, later… but for now,” he flashes that smile that always makes your heart melt, then grabs your hips and lifts you into the air, “let me show off my girlfriend!"

Merry Christmas, Laney <3

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[lifeafterartsch00l]

My fav sns smut

or some of it anyway

If Naruto x Sasuke fking nasty is your ☕️

I tried to find all these beloved authors to tag them, but I couldn’t find them all, if you know who they are, plz tag them! Let’s share the ❤️

In no particular order

Healing the Broken by KizuKatana

When people tell me about smut they read in printed books I’m like

Because it’s fics like these that amaze me with their ingenuity, creativity, originality, and boldness 🔥🔥🔥

AKA

This fic isn’t just PWP (although that’s fine too in my book), it’s so well written with character development, action & romance ❤️‍🔥 Predators by the same author is also excellent 👌🏽

Thx u @kizukatana 😊

“Chapters: 23/23

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke

Additional Tags: Angst, SPOILERS MANGA CHAPTER 693, Drug Use, sex during drug use, Canon-Typical Violence, canon!sasuke, canon!naruto, Addiction, Slash, narusasunaru, Fix-It, my version of how it should have ended, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, NSFW, Smut

Series: Part 1 of HTB universe

Summary: The war is over, and Sasuke is brought back to the village after his defeat by Naruto. But he is struggling to re-assimilate into the village. As his mental stability continues to erode, Tsunade and Kakashi ask Naruto to try a different treatment method. Naruto x Sasuke (slash - boy x boy). Post manga chapter 693.

Warning: Hard Yaoi (Boy x Boy) language, angst, mental illness, substance abuse, masturbation, eventual sex. Not appropriate for young readers. 18+

Disclaimer - As with everything I write on this site, I don't own the characters (Kishimoto does), and I make no money. My only payment is in reviews.

Spanish Translation by Linme (thank you!) “

[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound

Me, to the artist (and English translator) of this visually stunning and well written doujinshi -

Seriously. It’s amazing. The visual metaphors. The angst. The way the artist can simply draw a single panel of a close-up Uchiha eye that is so outrageously sultry and sexy I don’t understand 🥵 one of the extra chapters unlocked something in me (the dream one). Bonus that it’s also really funny & has a lot of respect/empathy for its women characters too! If anyone knows who this artist plz let me know I would like to follow them until the end of the world ❤️ the ending healed me 💔

EDIT HOLY S*** GUYS I FOUND THE TRANSLATOR & ARTIST ON TUMBLR

Thx u @southnorthsound 😭❤️🫡🙇🏻‍♀️

Thx u @gigihorseinthehouse 😭 I love you I low key think you’re a genius ok sorry bye 👉🏽👈🏽

"https://archiveofourown.org/works/36581581

[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound

Chapters: 60/60

Fandom: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Hinata, Uchiha Sarada, Uzumaki Boruto, Uzumaki Himawari, Hatake Kakashi, Nara Shikamaru, Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikadai, Akimichi Chouchou, Gaara (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Fanart, Fan Comics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, SasuNaru - Freeform, NaruSasu - Freeform, Translation, Doujinshi, Fix-It, how it should have ended, Angst, If you don’t understand how they ended up like that in Boruto READ THIS, Poetic, comedic, Loyal to canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, NSFW Art, Sex

Summary: A love story consists of different perspectives and different memories. It’s about saudade / realization / entanglement / out of control / hope / restart

Chapter700 background

Warning: adult content in extra chapters

Fan comics, doujinshi. It's highly recommended to read it on big screens such as iPad or PC. So you can see details about their facial expressions

One of the best Naruto fanart I’ve ever seen. So I translated it ❤”

Inevitablity by Sanauria_Maldhun

If the answer is

A) Yes

B) Kinda

C) Mind your own business rando internet pervert

Congrats all answers are correct = GO READ IT PLZ

Possessive & desperate 🥵 super gay, delicious angst, really hot 🔥 very enjoyable - fun tropes, everything hits just right, utter perfection ❤️ I’m not saying a lot because I don’t want to give away spoilers 😍

I couldn’t find this author on tumblr, plz tag in the comments if you know who they are!

“Chapters: 4/4

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, (between Ino and Naruto), Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Banter, Domesticity, Pining, Naruto is so in love, and doesn't know how to handle his Feelings, Jealousy, Jealous Sasuke, Jealous Sakura, Post-Chapter 699 (Naruto), Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Bottom Uzumaki Naruto, Top Uchiha Sasuke

Summary: Naruto's stressed and pining after a man who views him only as a friend. Deciding to get married to Ino isn't the best decision he's made (ever), given that they had been absolutely drunk while making such a declaration, but it's... a decision. Besides, what does he have to lose?”

You’ve gotten into my bloodstream (a bite of his heart) by lovenmaze

Nom nom nom 😉 kidding! Not literal cannibalism, it’s a metaphor for love, and this fic is beautiful 😍 poetic & sexy. One shot. Love how Naruto talks to Sasuke in this one (and makes him talk, too, hehe…) 🥵 delicious, please go tuck into this feast ❤️ author made an excellent fic playlist too!

Thx u @lovenmaze 😊

“https://archiveofourown.org/works/56430019

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Not Rated

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto

Additional Tags: Cannibalistic Thoughts, Cannibalism imagery, First Time, Top Uzumaki Naruto, Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, Tender Sex, Blank Period (Naruto), Confessions, Idiots in Love, Not Beta Read, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Sex, Eventual Fluff, Fluff and Smut, they’re both crazy about each other but thats not new, Poetic, Italicized Oh Moment, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, trust me it works and its SO good, consent is sexy !!!, lowkey vampire sasuke vibes

Summary: Sasuke tries to bite softly, he’s not going to eat him, maybe get a taste. Perhaps it’s stupid, but he wants to make sure, so he does. He opens his mouth, tongue touching the skin. His body shudders, and Naruto tastes warm, like skin or flesh; he tastes alive.

“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”

AKA, The tender, fluffy, first-time, cannibalism (imagery), smut NaruSasu AU. [EDITED.]”

❤️Thx all u amazing authors u make me feel like this❤️

[tessenpai]

Sensei allowed me to translate this year’s New Year’s art into English and Spanish! 😭❤️

Happy New Year, everyone! May Kono Oto Tomare bring us another year of joy😊

[proudchildlesscatlady]

Headcanons of the Trio

Bree Matthews:

1. She was a huge One Direction Fan. Her favorite band member is Nail Horan. He was her celebrity crush.

2. She once had to do a report on King Arthur for her Literature or English class. Bree enjoyed it because she felt drawn in and connected to King Arthur (duh, foreshadowing!!!).

3. When she was a little girl, she would often go visit her dad in his repair shop and be his little helper 🥺🥹😊

4. She and her mother would go visit botanical gardens every year for mother's day. 🌹🌸🌷💜

5. Bree and her parents would often go to Texas during the summer months to visit her mother's home town.

6. Bree took some Spanish classes in middle school and high school. Her mother would help Bree with her Spanish homework as she was raised in a town or city with a high Hispanic/Latinx population.

7. Bree didn't originally planned on attending UNC as an early college student but changed her mind once she took a campus tour. After the tour, Bree knew she had to attend even if it would upset her mother.

8. Bree had a pet hamster that she named Cheese. Unfortunately Cheese died after three years since hamsters don't have long lifespans. Bree, Alice, and Bree's parents had a funeral for Cheese.

9. One of Bree's favorite holidays is Lunar New Year because she has the most fun and she celebrates with Alice and her family.

10. She has a small Calico Critters collection in her room back home.

Nick Davis:

1. Used to like Pokémon and had a huge Pokémon card collections.

2. He and a few of his friends won a talent show by dancing to the song Rasputin by Boney M.

3. He failed his driving tests two times before he finally got his license.

4. He finds brunettes and black hair more attractive than blondes or lighter hair color.

5. He was a mama's boy 🥺💔 He and his mother use to go get ice-cream and hang out in the park. Nick can't go to the park without feeling empty and sad.

6. At one point in his life, he wanted to go by his mother's maiden name "Rheon" instead of "Davis."

7. He is a Kendrick Lamar fan. He owns a few of his albums but has to hide them from his dad since he doesn't approve 🙄 (because Martin is lame as fuck).

8. Despite of everything, Nick never had a girlfriend. He did had crushes here and there but Bree was the first person he felt a genuine connection with.

Selwyn Kane:

1. He is scared of clowns and would freak out if he saw one.

2. Before the violin, Sel tried to play the piano but it was too hard for him so he gave up.

3. His favorite bands is Gorillaz and Coldplay. But his guilty pleasure is Nickleback.

4. When Sel was 15, he bleached his hair and eyebrows blond because he lost a bet to Nick. He looked so bad but he had to keep it for a couple of months until he is able to dye back to black.

5. He was the one who ended his "relationship" with Tor after finding out she was only using him and what a complete ass she is. He was desperate and not in the right state of mind while he was dating her.

6. Before he met Bree, Selwyn had a crush on a Onceborn he met on campus. He tried to ask them out but unfortunately they were not interested and were actually scared of Selwyn.

7. Sel can speak and understand all Celtic languages.

8. He sometimes wears color contact lenses to hide his natural yet unnatural eye color.

[aradiyatoys]

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