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save a horse, ride a cowboy
PAIRING jeong yunho x f!reader
WORD COUNT 12.25k
GENRES fluffïčangstïčsmut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, reader is a city girl but i tried not using too many gendered terms, cowboy!yunho RAHHHHH, mentions of food, reader has a boyfriend for most of the fic (an oc) but thereâs no real infidelity, reader embarrasses themselves on what iâd say is a few occasions too many, yunho is down bad, masturbation (m! and brief f! receiving), lowkey voyeurism, a really bad dad joke, horse riding scene bc i feel thatâs pivotal for a cowboy fic, lots and lots of kissing, marking, teasing, vaginal fingering x2, oral sex (f! receiving) x2, multiple orgasms, very slight edging, praise, pet names (baby, babe, and princess oops), unprotected sex (BE SAFE PLS I BEG), cowgirl position, pull out method, missionary position, creampie lol, ending is cute but also kinda up for interpretation? i guess <3
SUMMARY when your grandparents decided to retire and take a summerâs long vacation in celebration, they leave their house in your care. at least you donât have to worry about feeding the farm animals. but you do have to worry about the tall, handsome cowboy who does.
MORE AND SHEâS DONE oh my god, this fic actually pulled so much out of me i think i was the one seeing stars by the end.. đ but iâm so proud of it and the goals i tried meeting while writing. first of all the length??? insane for me. i can hardly get myself to write anything longer thank 5k đ THATS ENOUGH ABOUT ME THO,,, this fic was heavily inspired by the django performance if u couldnât tell by the banner đ and iâd first like to thank the academy aka @kimsohn for encouraging me to write this and fueling my delusions ilysm maya <3 iâd also like to give a huge thank u to @bro-atz TYSM FOR BETAING AND HELPING WITH SCENES BRO ur my life saver fr <3 PLS PLS PLS REBLOG IF U ENJOYED!!
Growing up, you werenât the biggest fan of trips to your grandparentsâ farm in the rural countryside.Â
You were born in a big city, full of all the glitz and glam. There were bright lights that lit the skyline at night, distracting from the stars that illuminated above. The wide open space was blocked by high towers and large skyscrapers. You were accustomed to the sound of bustling pedestrians and the obnoxious honking of cars in the streets. There was seldom an evening of complete silence.Â
Everything was so tightly packed together, within walking distance if you didnât feel like hopping in a car for a fifteen minute drive. You appreciated the insanity of the train station in the mornings before school, the metro so busy with students and working class individuals. You came into contact with numerous strangers throughout your day to day life.Â
However, every summer until you were a senior in high school was a different story.Â
Your parents wanted to keep you humble, you supposed, shipping you off to your grandparentsâ for three months. Living in the city kept people too sheltered, too primped and polished for the real world. They wanted you to have that exposure, to experience what it was like to live without the fanciness of urbanization. The nine months out of the year that you spent in the city stunted that exposure, though.
When youâd arrive at their farm, luggage stacked like you were taking a trip to London or Paris, you felt like a glorified version of Regina George. Maybe Blair Waldorf. Elle Woods? You werenât even rich like that. Your parents were nice, middle class people. There was just something about cow manure and the fear of stepping on a freshly laid egg that made it difficult to adjust to the setting.
It was most likely your stubbornness throughout your childhood that held you back even as you got older and more educated. You thought after graduating high school, the three-months-long âretreatâ would come to an end. Youâd only need to visit when necessary, maybe a week max. And that was true to an extent. During your university years, you only visited the farm around once a year. You were too consumed with school to even go home sometimes.Â
And then your grandparents decided to retire.Â
Their farm had supplied the town over with produce and other home-grown items for as long as you could remember. But they were getting older and no one in the family was willing to inherit the farm or its responsibilities. In celebration of their retirement, they planned a grand vacation to visit multiple countries. Their itinerary spanned an entire summer, just like your trips to the farm when you were younger.
Because you were the only one familiar enough with the area, they enlisted you to housesit while they were gone. You tried to get out of it, but they didnât trust anyone else as much as you, despite your convictions about country life. So you reluctantly agreed, packing up your things to prepare for another grueling summer at the farm one last time.Â
But there was a bit of a setback.
âWhat do you mean someoneâs living in the farmhouse behind their house?â You shriek into the receiver, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear as you zip up your final bag. Your mom sighs on the other end.
âYour grandma just only now told me, apparently it slipped her mind,â you can hear the sympathy in her tone. âHeâs this boy who grew up in the town and heâs gonna take over the farm for them on the condition that they still live on the property. She said he shouldnât get in your way and heâs expecting your presence. Youâll only see him if you ever actually go out to the farm and when he brings groceries to the house.â
âGreat. Another thing I didnât sign up for.â You mutter, giving your bedroom a once over to make sure youâre not forgetting anything. âIs there anything else I should know before I get there, like a secret pet or maybe a family living in the attic?â
âWatch the attitude, Y/N,â she warns, and you shut up immediately. âLook, I know this isnât ideal. Youâre a grown adult and youâd rather spend your summer going out with your friends, but you already told your grandparents you would do this for them. Itâll be over before you know it.â
You sigh, nodding even though she canât see it. At least you didnât have to worry about caring for their farm animals. It was time to think of this as a staycation rather than torture. Sure, your friends were going to be living it up in the Bahamas for a week and your boyfriend was going to be here while you were surrounded by nothing but flat landscape for acres.Â
Perhaps it was good for you that there would be someone else on the property. You mightâve started to feel scared being alone in the middle of nowhere for so long. Though, your boyfriend probably wonât be the biggest fan of you staying within the vicinity of another man for three months. Youâd just deal with that later.Â
The drive to your grandparentsâ farm is actually more peaceful than anything else. Driving for long periods of time wasnât your favorite thing to do, but doing it by yourself with nothing but your music filling your ears was a sort of therapy. It allowed you to come to terms with your fate for the summer and what it could entail, even if it wasnât exactly what you had in mind.Â
Seeing the lush greenery for miles upon miles as you neared their home evoked a sense of tranquility within you. If you kept a positive outlook on your situation, you would make it through these next few months unscathed and your sanity still intact. Maybe you despised the wide open space for years when you were a kid, but now that youâre an adult, you think you could learn to appreciate it and its beauty.Â
As long as the guy living in the farmhouse didnât bother you like your grandmother said, everything would beâ
Oh.Â
You pull up in front of the house, already thrown for a loop by the tall, very handsome stranger walking his dog back from the mailbox. His dark hair obscured his eyes, a bandana tied around his neck to match with the one hanging off the Border Collieâs collar. The two turn around at the sound of your engine, stopping in their tracks once youâve parked.Â
He brings a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, watching cautiously as you park slowly. You donât know why youâre so anxious, itâs not like youâll be interacting with him much during your stay anyways. Thereâs something about his slender figure and the fact that he was so clearly dedicated to what he does upon first glance that it makes you feel shy. You suck in a sharp breath before deciding to exit your vehicle, wiping clammy palms on your denim shorts. Youâre starting to regret not dressing a little cuter, a little more presentable.Â
His features soften upon recognizing you, the pretty granddaughter that your grandparents showed him prior to leaving for their trip. The hand sheltering his face falls to his side and he gives you a warm smile, somehow warmer and brighter than the sweltering summer sun. Youâd always been told not to talk to strangers, to keep your distance for your own safety, but you canât help mirroring his expression with a small wave.Â
âH-Hi,â your voice wobbles and you kind of want to die just a bit. âIâm Y/N. My grandparents mentioned you lived in the farmhouse out back, but didnât give me a name or face to expect.â
He extends his arm out and you shake his hand, albeit slightly nervously. His eyes squint when he glances between you and his dog. âItâs nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Iâm Yunho, and this is Yeoreum.â
The name is fitting for the red and white colored Border Collie, her tongue sticking out as she stares up at you with big eyes that almost resemble her ownerâs. You bend down to pet her, patting the soft tufts of fur on her head and appreciating her licks of excitement. Yunho laughs, whistling to catch her attention.Â
âYunho and Yeoreum,â you repeat, a tiny grin on your face. âBefitting. Does she come with the property?â
âUnfortunately, no. Sheâs spoken for,â he teases, a pout on his features. âBut she can visit whenever youâd like. Jokes aside, did you need any help moving stuff into the house?â
âThat would be great, actually!â You scratch the back of your neck, lips pursing. Yunho waits for you to unlock the trunk of your car and places Yeoreumâs leash in your possession, making quick work transporting your bags inside. What was just supposed to be some light assistance, has evidently become him doing everything on his own while you stand and look pretty with his dog.
You didnât bring too much with you since you didnât have plans to leave while you were housesitting and your grandparents werenât so old fashioned that they didnât have a washing machine. Still, you felt useless allowing this stranger youâd just met to do all this manual labor on your behalf.
âDoes he always do this?â You murmur to the Border Collie, falling to a seat on the lowest front porch step. She doesnât give you a response (not that you expected her to), but pants happily in lieu of one, craning her head so you can scratch the spot behind her ear.Â
âYouâre a guest, itâs just good hospitality for me to help.â Yunho says as he comes out of the house, stationing himself in front of you with his hands on his hips, thumbs in his belt loops.Â
âThereâs a difference between helping and doing the work yourself. Youâre just being modest,â you push yourself up to hand him Yeoreumâs leash. âBut thank you anyway, that was really nice. Iâm so tired from driving up here, so I think I wouldâve collapsed doing all that back and forth.â
âYou should go rest,â he glances at the house behind you. âThereâs a whole three months of farm life ahead of you, so donât wear your pretty little self out just yet.â
Yunho salutes to you and takes his leave, walking around your grandparentsâ house toward what you assume is the farmhouse. Your eyes are wide and your cheeks feel hot, and youâre well aware that itâs not because of the summer heat. Your fingers clutch at the material of your t-shirt and you shake it to fan yourself.Â
It seemed like you were in for a bumpy ride these next few months. But like you reiterated prior to arriving, everything would be just fine so long as you and farm boy went your separate routes and lived your separate lives.Â
Yeah. Things would be alright. You hope.Â
Itâs a week into your stay on your grandparentsâ farm when you bump into Yunho again.Â
Youâre toweling your neck after getting out of the shower, heading into the kitchen to make yourself another bowl of cereal for breakfast. So far the only downside has been your inability to cook a decent meal. Takeout or your boyfriend sleeping over were usually your saving grace, but without having either of those options, youâve stuck to microwaveable things.
The sight of Yunho unloading groceries onto the counter has you squealing and nearly jumping out of your own skin. He flinches at your volume, knocking over the bag of rice resting against the vase in the center. Thankfully it was still sealed shut, if not there wouldâve been a mess of rice grains all over the island counter. His clumsiness has you slapping a palm over your mouth to silence your giggles, not wanting to embarrass him.
âSorry, I wasnât expecting youâŠâ You apologize sheepishly, folding your towel over your arm and placing it on a barstool nearby.Â
âN-No, youâre fine! I shouldnât have just let myself in, itâs kinda just a habit. You deserve your privacy without having to worry about whether or not Iâm gonna barge in unannounced.â He dismisses your apology with a wave of his hand. âIâll just put these up for you and then Iâll be on my way.â
âCan I help?â You waddle over to him, fingers laced behind your back. âIâd feel bad watching you put my groceries away for me after going out and getting them.â
Yunho gestures for you to occupy the space beside him with a small smile that takes solace at the corner of his mouth. The two of you do everything in complete silence, still not entirely used to each otherâs presence because of the lack of crossing paths. As youâre finishing up, you start grabbing the items you need for your cereal. He raises an eyebrow at you.
âYou donât want something a little more filling?â He suddenly questions, jutting his chin at your bowl.
âI would love that if I knew how to cook,â you laugh. âIronic isnât it? The granddaughter of two farmers canât cook to save their life.â
Yunho shakes his head with a chuckle, ruffling his hair. âWell, I donât have to feed the horses for another hour if youâd like for me to whip up something better than a bowl of cereal.âÂ
âReally?â Your eyebrows furrow. Despite growing up with the mindset that you were above the farm life your grandparents tried to impose on you, you hated feeling like you were coming across as entitled. You didnât want Yunho to think you were lazy or that you were too good. âYou donât have to do that. I can survive on instant ramen and cereal, I swear.â
âY/N,â he says your name with a certain authority to it, and youâve never loved the sound of your name coming out of someone elseâs mouth so much before. âI want to. Iâm not the worldâs greatest chef or anything, but I have a couple tricks up my sleeve.â
âOkay, then,â you nod, taking a seat at the island. You watch in awe as he dances around the kitchen and prepares something for you. Itâs weird, not in the sense that you feel awkward around this complete stranger, but because you feel the opposite. You feel comfortable around him, like youâve known him for a while. Itâs almost like Yunho has been a casual part of your life for much longer than a week. Heâs easy to get along with, easy to mold into what youâre used to.
And thatâs weird because you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who cooks dinner for you most nights, but somehow has never made you feel this taken care of. It throws you off. That should definitely not be the case. How is this man doing this in one week and your boyfriend couldnât in two years?Â
The guilt settles in the pit of your stomach quickly. Sure, your boyfriend mightâve had a habit of forgetting important dates and didnât give you half as much attention as he shouldâve, but did that warrant the emotions brewing in your chest? Could that excuse this notion that maybe it was time to finally call it quits?
You zone out as Yunho finishes cooking your breakfast, too inside of your head to even fawn over the doting and slight coddling he was doing. Maybe you need to have a long conversation with Seojun about your relationship and where you want it to go. Perhaps it was a nice idea to invite him out to visit the farm, it could do you both some good.Â
âTa-da!â Yunho holds out a plate to you, the sparkle in his eyes effectively pushing out any thoughts of your boyfriend and the shame that was picking at you. You canât help but reciprocate his expression when you see how delicious the food looks.
Heâd made you omurice, the ketchup on top in cute squiggly lines to form whiskers and a little dog face. You accept the plate gratifyingly, your fingers brushing as you do so. He smiles shyly, eyeing you carefully while you take the first bite. You donât remember the last time you had a home cooked breakfast, accustomed to the occasional muffin at the coffee shop near your house.
ââNot the worldâs greatest chefâ my ass,â you grumble, pouting at his humbleness and his inability to be bad at anything. âI might just ask you to have breakfast with me every morning if you can chef it up this well.â
That melodic laugh of his rings in your ears, his elbows resting on the island and his chin in his palms. âIâm sure Yeoreum would appreciate a companion who isnât me.â
âHow long have you had her?â You ask, shoveling more omurice into your mouth. If you werenât so hungry and so appeased by how delicious it was, youâd feel bad for ruining his hard work. The ketchup no longer looked like a dog, but rather a splatter of red all over your plate.Â
âAlmost four years now. I had her for a year before I met your grandparents. She adores them, so itâs no surprise that she likes you too.â He has this fond gaze in his eyes as he talks about his beloved Border Collie and it makes your heart ache.Â
The fact that he has such a good relationship with your grandparents seals the deal for you. Well, it would seal the deal if you were single. Yunho is like the ideal man that every parent would want their daughter to bring home. He knows how to cook, knows how to clean. Heâs adept around the house, skilled in yard work and other random jobs like fixing leaky pipes and installing new appliances. Heâs gentle, but doesnât mind getting his hands dirty.Â
Your parents would never meet him, though. After the summer was over, youâd be back in Seoul and he would still be here, a distant memory. You forcibly laugh away the thought, excusing it as your response to his words and continuing the conversation about his dog.Â
Perhaps this stay would be harder to get through than you thought.Â
As the weeks pass you by, you find yourself becoming more and more infatuated with Jeong Yunho.
Cooking breakfast for you in the morning has become a regular thing. Monitoring him at the stove with sleepy eyes and a mug of fresh coffee in your hands has ingrained itself into your routine. Yeoreum called the spot beneath your stool her own now, laying there as her owner made your food. You think the transition from seeing him as just this comforting presence, this kind individual, to wanting something more was almost too smooth.
Especially right now as you sit on the back porch sipping on some lemonade, admiring the cowboy as he transfers bales of hay from the bed of his pickup truck to the pigpen and the cattle pen. He pauses in between trips, stripping off his flannel and tying it around his waist. He lifts the hem of the white tank top heâs wearing and uses it to wipe sweat from his forehead, revealing the toned abdomen he had been hiding from you up until now.Â
You feel like youâre going insane, trying to pretend like youâre reading your book as you not so subtly gawk at his muscles straining with each bale he lifts. Itâs crazy really, the effect he has on you doing his fucking job. Youâve made it a habit to sit out here and stare at him under the guise of various other things. Aside from being borderline obsessive, itâs horrible because youâre still very much in a relationship.
Most people would feel a hell of a lot worse than you do, like their entire world was crumbling between their fingertips just for finding someone else attractive. But for some reason, as time has continued to roll on, that guiltâ that self-preservationâ has faded. Youâre dipping into another emotion that youâre too scared to explore.Â
Yunho takes a break from his labor to guzzle down a bottle of water, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. Had you been paying attention to anything other than the view of the handsome man, you wouldâve noticed the glass sliding out of your grasp, the condensation becoming far too dense to keep a solid grip on the cup. In the midst of drooling over him, your lemonade falls to the ground with a loud clanging noise.
Your reflexes are only swift enough to save your book, but the drink spills everywhere else and you wince at how embarrassing the situation is. You hurry inside to grab a towel before he can see the mortification enveloping your features. He seemed like the observant type, like one scan of your face could tell him everything he needs to know without a single word exchanged. Your fingers curl around the edge of the counter, blowing a raspberry while you attempt to regulate your blood pressure.
Through the window above the kitchen sink, you make out a confused Yunho, brows furrowed as he looks in the direction of the house. He worried over you entirely too much, particularly when you take into account the fact that all you did was think about him in manners not necessarily safe for work. Maybe you were just delirious. That was the only logical explanation for why youâre spiraling.
The high temperatures of the summer coupled with your surroundings are contributing to your change in behavior. Yes. That made sense. You werenât crazy.
With a bit more reprieve, youâre able to grab a tea towel and head back outside to clean up your mess. (Not unaccompanied by a couple glances in Yunhoâs direction, but thatâs fine. Perfectly healthy even. Itâs normal to check up on a friend. At least, thatâs what you tell yourself, but whoâs holding you accountable?)
âYou know youâve been making me breakfast every morning without asking for anything in return,â you speak up one morning, chin resting on the island. âIs there anything I can do to repay you?âÂ
Yunho purses his lips as he hands you your plate. âNah, I like cooking for you.â
You try to ignore the way that has your heart fluttering in your chest, try to ignore the warmth blooming beneath your skin. Your eyes glance down at your food to avoid eye contact, bringing your chopsticks up to your lips. âOkay, well I wanna do something for you.â
Despite mumbling the words, he hears you anyway and smiles to himself as he takes a sip from his mug. He rolls up the sleeves of his denim button up, reaching down to scratch behind Yeoreumâs ear, the area that youâve learned is her favorite. She pants joyfully, jumping on his leg excitedly. He looks between the two of you.
âMissy here needs a bath,â he says, cooing at her. âI was gonna give her one later, after I cleaned out the stables, but if you donât mind doing it.â
âIâd do just about anything for that precious girl,â you nod enthusiastically. âConsider it done.â
This is how you end up out back, dog shampoo in one hand and the water hose in the other.Â
Yeoreumâs signature bandana and collar lay on one of the rocking chairs on the porch, the dog looking so different without her accessories as you prepare to bathe her. You wet her fur generously, squeezing enough shampoo into your palm to lather it on. Compared to your childhood pets, sheâs pretty well behaved.
Sheâs probably one of the only dogs whoâs ever actually enjoyed taking a bath, sitting still for you while you scrub and rinse and repeat. You take your time with cleaning her, wanting to make sure you do your best as a thank you for every plate Yunho has ever made you. Usually, this isnât something you would jump at the opportunity to do. Somehow, being back at the farm this past month or so has done everything your parents tried to do when you were younger.
It couldâve had to do with the desensitization of being here every summer for so long that it just never stuck when you were grade school age. But now, fully grown and experiencing this all over again on your own, with new faces at your side, itâs like youâre being exposed to something different. You can see why your mom and dad didnât want the city life to become a dependency.Â
You preferred the view of cabs and cafĂ©s over cows and chickens in the past, but now you found a sense of familiarity in them. Youâd always want to go home as soon as you got here. Unlike other kids, you wanted your summer to be over as quickly as possible. You couldnât imagine going home after this, though. This unveiled attachment to the farm you detested when you were younger could only be accredited to one person, and it was a little frightening.Â
He constantly brought out parts of you that you didnât know existed. This enigma, the one that emphasized how big of a role heâs fulfilling in the short period of time youâve been here, drills itself into your brain every day. You knew you had to acknowledge it sooner or later, but it was just less of a hassle to act like it wasnât screaming at you. Your fear of change was a more pertinent issue to ignore, so you let it consume all else.Â
While getting lost in your thoughts, Yeoreum starts shaking and startles you, causing your hold on the hose to loosen, water spraying everywhere. The diversion has you losing your footing and slipping in the mud. You shriek, though it does nothing to block the stream that drenches you, your clothes getting wet. The universe decides itâs not on your side, because you happened to wear a white shirt. Why you chose to do that when you knew you were bathing a dog, you have no clue, but it was a little too late for regrets.
Yeoreum jumps out of the basin you had her in and runs to the farmhouse just as Yunhoâs walking out, fresh from the shower. You forgot that he was cleaning the stables at the same time you were giving the Border Collie her bath, but now youâre starting to wish you waited until afterward just in case you needed the assistance. And well, you definitely needed the assistance.Â
Plucking the tail end of the mishap, Yunhoâs initial reaction is to laugh at your misfortune, but the closer he gets to the scene, the laughter dies out in his throat. Your top is sheer enough that he can map out the outline of your black bra. It leaves very little to the imagination and he thinks he might fall to his knees right here.
Since your grandparents told him that youâd be house sitting while they were away and proudly showcased a photo of you, heâs been enthralled by you. You had the face of an angel, or maybe a really enticing demon, he hasnât cogitated it much yet.Â
He swallows thickly, hoping to keep his composure as he makes his way to you. His hand is a little shaky when it reaches to take the hose from you, squeezing his eyes closed and switching off the water. He stays there for a few seconds to mentally prep himself for an up-close-and-personal look at you, even going as far as holding his breath.Â
âUhâ youâ umâ you should go inside and dry off before you catch a cold,â Yunho keeps his eyes cast downward. Heâs grateful that you donât note how red the tips of his ears are, or how he thinks the sky is suddenly much more interesting than your face.
Your head cocks to the side in confusion. âWhat do you mean âbefore I catch a coldâ? Itâs, like, a million degrees out.âÂ
âThe temperature drops at night and the sunâs setting soon. Iâll handle it from here. Yeoreum ran off, so I gotta chase after her anyway and I donât think you want her to soak you more than she already has.â Heâs insistent on shooing you away and getting you inside of the house. You huff.
âOkay⊠If you say soâŠâÂ
Reluctantly, you spin around and traverse back. The draft of the air conditioning has you shivering, rubbing up and down your arms as you enter the bathroom to inspect the damage. Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when you finally see yourself. No wonder Yunho was so adamant on staving you off like you were the plague.Â
In your defense, you didnât think the hose won the battle by that much. You assumed youâd just gotten everything above your shoulders wet, but no. You were practically doused head to toe. And the clear display of your brassiere under your clothes was the last thing on your mind.
He was stronger than you. Actually, he was a more respectful person than you. You wouldâve gawked at him shamelessly if the roles were reversed. But at least youâre self aware! Right? The first step in recognizing that you have a problem, is admitting that you have a problem. Thatâs what you think they say in those addiction commercials, but you could be wrong.Â
Wow. Now you were comparing him to drugs. Though, you suppose there isnât that huge of a difference. Both had equal success rates in terms of getting people high and then making it hard to wane off their effects.Â
You really had to quit it with the metaphor usage.Â
Itâs around midnight that night when the lightbulb in the bathroom goes out, halting you from finishing your bedtime routine.Â
Youâre exhausted to say the least, face damp from washing it and one of those fuzzy hairbands with the animal ears perched on your head. You were ready to crash out, but there were still a couple things you needed to do before that. It was proving to be a little difficult in the pitch black bathroom. The window above the shower was too narrow to provide any sufficient moonlight.
With a low grumble, you shuffle into your slippers and make the short trek from your grandparentsâ house to Yunho in the farmhouse. You hug yourself when a strong breeze blows past, your flimsy t-shirt and sleep shorts doing hardly anything to block the cool summer nightâs air.Â
A piece of you feels a little bad for bothering him so late, but you have no idea how to change a lightbulb. You donât even know where the lightbulbs are. Besides, you think youâd electrocute yourself if you made an attempt to do it on your own.Â
You huff out a sigh and bring your knuckles up to knock at his door, waiting patiently for a response. Heâs not asleep, you know this because heâs mentioned that his internal clock doesnât turn off until two in the morning. Circadian rhythms were an odd concept, so to each their own.Â
âYunho! Itâs Y/N! Open up!â
When a few minutes have passed, you try the knob. Maybe it was a bit⊠too presumptuous of you to enter his home without explicit permission. Yes, youâd known each other for the better part of a month and a half, and yes, youâd gotten very close in that timeframe, but did that constitute your actions?
Whether or not the answer to that question was a yes or a no, you really wish you wouldâve just waited outside. As you venture further in search of the cowboy, you stumble upon something you shouldnât have.Â
Standing in the hallway on the other side of his bedroom, the door ajar at least an inch, you catch a glimpse of him on his bed. That white tank top youâre so used to seeing him in is between his teeth, eyebrows knit together in pure pleasure as he fists his cock with a purpose. His nostrils are flared and whiny moans escape from behind the fabric.Â
His head falls back every now and then, eyes fluttering shut when he runs his thumb over the slit. Heâs so focused that he doesnât notice you, too entranced with chasing his high. Your lips part as you watch him fuck up into his hand, his shirt slipping from his mouth when he groans out a curse.Â
Just as quickly as you become distracted by the sight of Yunho jerking off, you become aware of what youâre doing. You flee the scene before you get yourself caught, exiting the farmhouse as quietly as you can. The lightbulb can wait until morning, it wasnât that important, honestly. Youâre in a daze the entire walk back to your grandparents house, goosebumps littering your arms and the image of him in such an obscene state burned into your brain.Â
You fall backwards onto your bed, staring at the ceiling in hopes of willing away the path your mind is beginning to wander towards. All you can think about is the sight of him so desperate for release, large hand wrapped around his dick, abdomen contracting with need. You know you werenât supposed to see, werenât supposed to bear witness to something so personal.Â
Itâs difficult to push out the nasty, inappropriate thoughts clouding your head. His expressions contorted into absolute bliss. His slender fingers could probably do so much more than your own, could probably reach places youâd never even dreamed of. And fuck, his dick, prettier and bigger than any other youâve ever seen.Â
Your chest blushes with heat, an embarrassment washing over you when you realize youâre turned on. You should feel terrible for intruding on Yunhoâs privacy like that, especially without him knowing, but all you can do is want him more than you already do. That craving for something deeper, carnal, fans the flame engulfing you, dragging you further into the sick and twisted hell youâve created for yourself.Â
Yunho has been nothing but welcoming, kind and gentle with you, someone he didnât even know the name of until last month. Someone whoâs done everything in their power to repress this lifestyle for so long. And for some reason, it just comes so easily with him. You donât feel forced to enjoy living on the farm. He makes you laugh and puts a smile on your face effortlessly. He has you wondering if life can actually be this simple.Â
But when all is said and done, there will be somebody else waiting for you back home. Somebody who doesnât know how to whip up omurice with freshly laid eggs. Somebody who isnât even a dog person, who thinks pets are nuisances. Somebody who doesnât live in the farmhouse behind your grandparentsâ. Itâs a bitter pill to swallow.
If you touch yourself with tears streaming down your cheeks to the thought of the man who has eyes that resemble the night sky, well thatâs between you and whatever higher being exists out there.Â
You sit across from Yunho with bated breath, afraid that if you opened your mouth he would know your dirty secret. You avoid his eyes for the same reason, like one good look at you would reveal what you were trying to hide.Â
Yunho himself was doing his best to pretend like he hadnât masturbated to the thought of you last night. He liked to think he was good at keeping his feelings under wraps. It wasnât like he didnât know you were in a relationship, heâs heard you on the phone before. He stays silent as he fries rice in a pan and has some bread in the toaster. The only sounds in the kitchen are sizzling and the pants coming from Yeoreum under your stool.Â
In the time that youâve been here, never once has it been awkward between you like this. The conversation usually doesnât stop flowing, rolling on and on and filtering into things that donât pertain to the original subject. He rarely has his back to you for too long, turning over his shoulder to shoot you a grin every here and now.Â
Both of you go to speak at the same time as a means of salvaging the morning from eternal strain. You stare at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. Truly, you were two birds of a feather, or however that saying goes.
âSorry, I donât know why Iâm being so quiet today,â Yunho says, though he knows itâs a lie. âI guess I had a long night.â
âOh, that reminds me,â his mention of the previous night has you recalling the reason you went out to the farmhouse in the first place. âThe light in my bathroom went out, do you think you can fix it for me?âÂ
âYeah, for sure,â he begins preparing your plate. âActually, I have this joke about lightbulbs. You wanna hear it?â
Your lips curl into a smile, already attempting to hold back your laughter. With a raised eyebrow, you respond, âWhat is it?â
âWhat did the lightbulb say to the light switch?â He asks nonchalantly, taking a bite from his own piece of toast. Youâre failing miserably at acting like you donât think the joke is funny, although he hasnât even told you the punchline yet.
âI dunno, Yunho, what did the lightbulb say to the light switch?âÂ
ââYou turn me on.ââÂ
Thereâs a pregnant pause as the joke resonates and you canât stop yourself from cackling at how stupid it is. He joins in, but mostly because your laughter is contagious. His chest swells with pride at his successful landing, feeling like heâs on top of the world just for bringing a smile to your face. God, he was down tremendously bad.Â
Your spoon clatters onto the counter as you lean over, a hand clapped over your mouth as your boisterous laughing simmers into a giggle. Yunho leans into you slightly, matching your energy as he munches on his toast. This is what has you conflicted, so at war with yourself. The proximity should have you pulling away, but something about him always reels you in, despite the consequences that await.
And unfortunately, those consequences come to a head today.
âAre you fucking serious, Y/N?âÂ
You and Yunho jump back, whipping towards the source of the voice. Seojun stands there, his bags at his feet and his face crestfallen, disbelief written all over it. He shakes his head and turns to leave, you stumbling off of the barstool to follow behind him. The guilt youâve only ever felt momentarily settles deep in your chest and deep in your stomach, though you technically havenât done anything wrong.
Your abruptness startles Yeoreum and sheâs up in a heartbeat, tailing behind you curiously. Yunho has to rush to stop her, but a part of himself wants to do the same. No matter how much he likes you, heâs never wanted to be the cause of your relationship falling apart. He wanted you organically, not like this.
âSeojun! Wait!â You call after him, holding up a hand to block out the harsh sunlight, tripping over your slippers. He scoffs.Â
âWhat am I waiting for? You to spew some bullshit about how nothingâs going on between the two of you? Iâm not fucking stupid, Y/N. Iâm not blind.â He pops open his trunk and throws his bags in haphazardly.
âYouâre being unreasonable,â you exclaim, rounding the car so youâre directly in front of him. âThere is nothing going on. Weâve just gotten to know each other since we live in the same vicinity. Did you want me to stay here for three months and hole myself away with no other human contact?â
âHe was just supposed to be the guy who lived in the farmhouse. He wasnât supposed to bother you. Thatâs what you told me, remember?â Seojun is losing his patience, something that has always been the root of the problem when youâve gotten into past arguments. âHow do you expect me to react when I come to surprise you and see you being so close to another man?â
âI was laughing at a joke he told me. Youâre making this a bigger deal than it is and blowing everything completely out of proportion. Iâm sorry that it never came up that we became friends, but I didnât do anything wrong. Iâve never once cheated on you in the three years weâve been together and for you to accuse me of that is so fucking low of you.â Youâre not going to cry, not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâs won. He thrives off of seeing your vulnerability and you wonât let him have it.Â
âI saw the way he was looking at you,â he seethes, balling his hands into fists at his sides. âI know that look because thatâs how I used to look at you.â
A laugh devoid of any humor leaves you and he blinks. âThatâs how you âused toâ look at me? When did you stop? And why am I just finding this out?â
âThatâs notâ that isnât what I meant, Y/Nââ
âNo, Seojun. You did,â you glance away from him, nipping at the inside of your cheek. âWeâre grasping for straws. We arenât going anywhere anymore and we havenât for a while now. Thatâs why we're standing here arguing over this. I just want to know why you didnât just tell me.â
âIâm too complacent,â he sighs, breathing through his nose. âI was too comfortable with you and I didnât know how to let you go or walk away. But youâre right, there isnât anything for us to save, and it seems like weâre both ready to move on.â
âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âI saw how you were looking at him, too. You might not have acted on it, but you have feelings for him. Iâm not gonna stay and hold you back.â Seojun unlocks his car, opening the door. âAnd for what itâs worth, you wonât be wasting your time.â
You donât respond, instead humming and letting him drive off. Once his car is far enough out of your view, you go back into the house. Thereâs an indescribable emotion that hostages you, binding your wrists and tying you down metaphorically. You canât seem to shake it.Â
Yunho is still in the kitchen, sitting on the floor with Yeoreum to keep her calm. He gazes up at you expectantly and you feel the tears you were suppressing from Seojun bubbling up. If you werenât going to cry in front of your (now ex) boyfriend, you definitely werenât going to cry in front of him.Â
With a trembling exhale, you force yourself to say, âI need to be alone.â
He understands empathetically, clipping on Yeoreumâs leash and leaving the house in the same breath. That in itself has you crying like a baby the moment youâre all by yourself. You hold your face in your hands, body shuddering with each sob you release.Â
I saw the way he was looking at you.Â
I saw how you were looking at him, too.Â
You had a lot to think about, and everything always seemed to circle back to Jeong Yunho.Â
A couple days escape you before you register you havenât seen much of Yunho. After your breakup with Seojun, you really did need a bit of room to process it all, but you hadnât realized just how much you depended on the cowboyâs presence until you were missing it.Â
You hadnât meant to push him away, if thatâs how he saw it. A night of bawling your eyes out with a pint of ice cream and The Vow was enough to cure you. However, it appears that he thought you needed more, going as far as putting a pin in your daily breakfast ritual. You arenât sure how to extend an olive branch when you werenât even trying to cause a rift between you in the first place.Â
Being with someone for three years may not seem like a lot, but that fraction of your life is stuck with you, like a thumbtack that refuses to come out of the wall. Youâd had boyfriends before Seojun, but they werenât nearly as serious. There weren't formal introductions between parents, no late night conversations that bleed into early mornings, no sleepovers and quick kisses before work.Â
Of course, after a certain point, those had just become habitual. You werenât doing them because they evoked a sense of love or care anymore, but rather because you were familiar with them. It was safer to continue the pattern of waking up and falling asleep to Seojun on the other side of the bed, the intrusion of sunlight and the cacophony of traffic outside your window, even if you didnât really want to.Â
And then you came here.Â
Somehow, returning to your grandparentsâ farm was exactly what you needed to break through that cycle. As much as you would love to attest it to your location and discovering the appreciation your family wanted you to feel for it, you know the real reason. Itâs all thanks to a certain cowboy.
Yunhoâs feelings for you run far deeper than he couldâve imagined. He doesnât know the extent of what happened with you and Seojun, but he thinks putting distance between you is better in the long run anyway. On the off chance youâre still together, he wants to preserve his heart. Heâs handed it to someone else too easily in the past and he doesnât want to make that mistake with you if you donât feel the same.Â
But even on the off chance that youâve broken up, he still wants to stop himself from falling further and harder than he already has. Without ill will, he doubts that you would give up the life you have in the city for this, for him. Heâll be perpetually chained to being a faint imprint on your memory of the summer. Youâll think back to the months you spent here and heâll have played only a minor role.Â
It was wishful thinking, too hopeful of him to presume this would lead to a happy ending. You were from different worlds, led different lives. It was time for him to be realistic. And that meant implementing the space that was supposed to exist between you from the get go.Â
Though, you make it difficult when he bumps into you on the way back from the mailbox. DĂ©jĂ vu, anyone?
Yeoreum is excited to see you, jumping onto her haunches to lick your face when you kneel to her level. You giggle, squeezing one eye shut as you balance yourself and hold her still so her weight doesnât clamber you both onto the ground. Your fingers pet to top of her head softly as you coo, âWhoâs a good girl?â
Yunho physically winces when his chest tightens at the sight of his two favorite girls. The word âdistanceâ bounces around his head like a pinball, reminding him what heâs supposed to be doing. He just canât bring himself to walk away. Especially when you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.Â
âHeyâŠâ You start, steeling your tone to ensure itâs even. âIâm sorry if it seemed like I was avoiding you or something. I needed some time to myself to figure things out. It wasnât my intention to shut you out and put you on the back burner.â
âNo, itâs okay. I had to figure stuff out on my own, too,â he uses his bandana to dab at the sweat perspiring on his forehead. âDid you sort through whatever you needed to?â
âI did,â you nod, standing upright. âSeojun and I broke up, so I had to sit with my feelings for a bit. Weâve been together for so long, I think I needed to remember what it was like to be without him, and then I realized thatâs basically what Iâve been doing since I came here.â
âOh.â Yunhoâs lips form an âOâ shape, hands dragging down the sides of his pants. âIâm sorryâ umâ about your breakup.â
âDonât be,â you smile, dismissing his sympathy. âIt was a long time coming, honestly. We werenât really in the relationship wholeheartedly anymore. There wasnât a point in stringing it along, you know? But thatâs enough about me, did you figure your own things out?â
âI thought I did,â he says, which is true considering heâd been mulling over what to do with his emotions subsequent to your argument with your ex. âAnd then I kinda steered off course. Itâs alright, though, I think I like the new conclusion Iâve come to a lot better.â
You might be on the same page now, but there was an entire discussion that had to happen to solidify that. Following a very emotionally charged past couple days, you could do without that today. Youâre both just glad that the air is cleared and you can resume building the bond that began forming the moment you stepped foot onto the farm, no restrictions whatsoever.
âHave you ever ridden a horse?âÂ
You glance up from your book, this time genuinely reading it as Yunho fed the chickens and cleaned up their coop. He towers over you while he asks the question, his shadow thwarting off any direct sunlight. Your nose scrunches.Â
âWhen I was in, like, middle school? Itâs been a minute,â you answer, making sure to bookmark the page you stopped at. âWhy?
âWould you let me teach you how to do it again?â He nips at his lower lip, like heâs nervous youâll say no. The truth of the matter is youâd say yes even if he asked you to commit arson, which is kind of a problem.
âThat sounds fun,â you shrug. âWhat time should I be ready?â
âUh, now?âÂ
Okay, so sitting on a horse did not seem this scary when you were twelve.
It probably had to do with you being fearless and whatnot, but also because you did whatever your grandparents asked just to appease them. The faster you got off the damn horse, the faster you could go back inside and situate yourself in front of the TV. They thought they were making progress with you, but really you were outsmarting the outsmarters.Â
Sweat glazes on the underside of your hands, disrupting the security of your grasp on the reins. Yunho thought it would be wiser if he stayed on foot, guiding you and the horse around the perimeter of the pen. You hoped you didnât look as afraid as you were, but youâre certain the slight quiver of your bottom lip gives it away.Â
âYouâre doing fine, Y/N,â he reassures, maintaining a comforting amount of eye contact with you.
âAm I? Or does it just seem that way because youâre pulling the horse?â You quip, gripping the reins tighter when it steps over a rock and you sway a little. Your tone is laced with sarcasm, something Yunho hasnât heard much of from you since youâve met, but he thinks itâs cute that you resort to violence when youâre scared.
You notice the quirk of his mouth and how heâs trying not to laugh at your terror. It pisses you off solely because his humor isnât unwarranted. You are being a bit over dramatic. He unties his bandana from around his neck and tosses it to you. âSo you donât callus your hands.â
Heâs too thoughtful, too considerate for his own good, but thatâs what roped you in. Even when you met for the first time, he had you figured out. The longer you stare at him, the more you realize just how perfect he is. If you were still in school and you were tasked with writing an essay about the summer you spent here, youâre sure the words would flow onto the pages flawlessly, without skipping a beat. Your prose would be so beautifully written, that even the most notable authors would be envious of your experience.
The only downside of this was the fact that time was beginning to seep through your fingers. There was mutuality in your feelings for each other, that was almost unequivocal. You were both just hesitant in taking that first leap. The uncertainty lied with that goodbye at the end of August, the one thatâll hurt a lot more than it was supposed to. But you know that postponing your unceremonious declaration of feelings would just do more harm than anything else.Â
One consistency youâve singled out since coming back to the farm is this common theme of divine intervention, or fate, whatever you want to call it. Right when youâre on the brink of an epiphany, youâre always forcefully shoved into it, like a freight train crashing into its platform traveling at full speed. This moment is no different.Â
Yeoreum barking at a squirrel on the other side of the pen scares the horse whoâs back you were currently on. It bucks up and you release the reins in alarm. You fall quickly, but Yunhoâs quicker, catching you in his arms like itâs been a childhood dream of his to be a superhero. He searches your face for any indication that you might be hurt, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.Â
The eyes youâve grown to adore examine your own with so much care that you find yourself melting in his hold. Your face instinctively leans into his palm, fingers still clutching the fabric of his shirt like he may drop you.Â
Itâs nearly second-nature to minimize the gap between you.Â
You never understood what novelists meant when they described kissing scenes. And you think thatâs because youâd never truly had a kiss like this before. It was as if they were all talking about this second, this blip in time. The sparks that shoot from where your lips meet to the tips of your fingers, the thump-thump-thump of your heartbeat in your ears, the sensation of never wanting to escape, never wanting to stop.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes behind your head, tangling in your hair to deepen the connection. Itâs hungry. Itâs desperate. Itâs too much. Itâs not enough. Everything that had been stacking on top of each other was leading to this, the collision that rivaled the Big Bang. You whine into his lips, an invitation but also an inquiry.Â
He parts from you just so he can catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours. âCan I take you inside?â
You nod fervently. âYes. Please.â
He wastes no time hauling you to the farmhouse. His grip on your wrist is gentle as he pulls you into his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and trapping you between his legs. Your restraint wears thin, nimble fingers fumbling with the rest of the buttons on his denim shirt. You push it off of his shoulders, a bit shell shocked when you discover that heâs wearing a regular t-shirt as opposed to his usual tank top.Â
âYou would pull something like this today of all days,â you laugh breathily, untucking the shirt from his pants. He reciprocates the sentiment, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck while you undress him.Â
âIs it evil of me to say I was sorta hoping this would happen?â He speaks into your exposed collarbone, nipping, sucking, biting the skin. Your appreciative sigh goads him, his tongue gliding across the abused surface as a form of relief.Â
âMm-mm,â you hum, shaking your head, fast to yank off his shirt and run your nails down his abdomen. âIâve been waiting for this for too long.â
âYeah?â Yunho flips the two of you easily so youâre the one on the bed now. He pushes up the hem of your shirt, pecking your stomach to your clavicle as he shows more and more of your skin until the fabric is removed from your body. âCanât believe I finally get to have you.â
You involuntarily moan, completely untouched and because of his words alone. Every part of you feels like itâs lit ablaze, burning with want and need and everything in between. This ran further than just what-ifs and late night fantasies. Your relationship with Yunho tiptoed on the edge of something youâve never known before, and that makes this so much more special.Â
He glances up at you when his fingers reach for the button of your shorts, a silent ask for permission. You give him the green light and hold yourself up on your elbows, watching with your breathing trapped in your throat as he rids of your panties along with them. His hands push your knees to your chest, kissing your inner thighs and right around the place you need him most, but never there.Â
âYunhoâŠâ You warn, but it comes across as a broken whimper rather than an establishment of authority. He laughs and then his lips are pressing to your clit, a sweet kiss that has all rationality taking a vacation from your brain. Your head tips back and you fist at the sheets.Â
He drags his tongue through your folds, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves each time it makes its return. Itâs almost criminal how good it feels to have his mouth on your cunt, eyes already heavy lidded with pleasure. He sucks on your clit at the same time he decides to insert a finger into your entrance, curling it experimentally just because he can. Like you predicted, it reaches that spongy spot at the crook of your pussy, brushing it once heâs sure heâs found it.Â
While you walked in on him fucking his fist, the only thing on his mind was you. He was so absorbed in the mental image of what you would look like beneath him, wiggling, writhing, squirming with indulgence. His social awareness was at a zero. This replayed over and over until he came, his thoughts so vivid he couldâve swore it was real.
But this, the actual thing, was so much better; his forearm pinning your hips down, his middle finger curling and uncurling inside of you, his mouth working overtime to inch you towards the edge of that steep cliff. He moans when your eyebrows practically coalesce, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You look so gorgeous like this, so disoriented all because of the bliss he was providing. The vibrations of the sound have you arching your back, uncontrollable whines running from your mouth.
âFeel good?â Yunho asks, disconnecting his mouth and replacing it with his other hand, ring and middle digits swiping across your clit with practiced pressure.Â
âMhm,â you nod frantically, eyes on the brink of rolling to the back of your head. âFeels so good, Yun⊠Just like that, âm almost there.â
Thatâs all he needs to hear, switching his hand and mouth once again, focusing on alternating harsh and gentle sucks of your clit, adding a second finger to pump in and out of your hole. The doubled change in stimulation knocks the wind out of you, the precipice of your orgasm so close you can taste it. Youâd never been brought to the summit this early in the past, and you think Yunho deserves some sort of reward for being the first to do so.
Youâd worry about that later though, because youâre blindsided by it before you can even conjure your next thought. You cum with a cry, tears springing to your eyes from the immense amount of ecstasy coursing through your veins, swimming in your bloodstream. Yunho coos at you, not stopping until youâve relaxed in his hold. âThatâs it, baby, youâre doing so well.â
The praise makes your head feel airy, like empty space unoccupied by anything. If you paid attention in chemistry, then youâd know thatâs highly impossible, but you didnât. The only chemistry you even remotely care about is the one between you and Yunho, the tension that has piled higher and higher for days on end until its crescendo now.Â
You sit up to kiss him roughly, savoring the taste of yourself on his lips. He smiles into it, a hand raising to caress the underside of your jaw. He climbs onto the bed, scooting you up so youâre positioned by the pillows. It doesnât take much effort for your bodies to swap, his back to the headboard. You clumsily seat yourself on his lap, a knee on either side of him and sighing wistfully when his mouth trails down your throat and sternum, slender fingers sneaking behind you to unclasp your bra.
He aids you in removing his pants, still simultaneously prioritizing kisses all over your bare chest. When youâre both fully naked, you take your time admiring his cock. Itâs just as pretty as you remember, long and thick. Your hand wraps around it gingerly, stroking the length as you lean down to kiss him again. You donât think you could ever get enough of his lips on your own.Â
âIâm not exactly getting any action over here, so I donât have any condoms,â he says into your kiss, voice no louder than a whisper.Â
âThatâs okay,â you run your fingers through his hair. âWanna feel you anyways, all of you.â
âFuck, Y/N, you can kill a man with those words.â He groans, nails digging into your hips. You giggle, but itâs interrupted by him sitting you fully, his dick slipping through your lower lips. A whine brushes his ear when the tip catches your clit, repeating the movement until you canât stay still.
The closest youâll ever get to Heaven on earth is Yunhoâs cock pushing inside of you, filling you up so deliciously you think you could die like this. Your jaw slackens, hands coming up to support yourself on his shoulders. Even if this is a one time thing, something that never happens again during your stay at the farm, he wants you to remember this when you go back home. He wants you to recall this sliver in your timeline and never forget it, wants his name engraved in your memory like a branding iron.
Once he feels youâve adjusted to him well enough, he pulls you off of him almost entirely, just to ram back in without mercy. He punches a voluminous moan from you, eyes watching where he disappears in you and reemerges. Youâre tighter and so much warmer than he dreamed youâd be, but itâs perfect. You suck him in like a vacuum, as if his cock was made to be inside of you, as if you didnât want him to part from you.
âYouâre s-so deep, Yun,â you mewl, pulling him in for another headache-inducing kiss. âDonât wanna stop.â
He exhales through his nostrils, mumbling out a curse when your walls squeeze around him. He wanted to last a while for you, wanted to hold out and prolong this moment until you were both on the crest of passing out. But you feel like a glove, your silk-adjacent cunt begging for more and more.Â
âThink I might cum soon, princess,â he groans, tossing his head back and just about losing every ounce of his sanity when your lips start marking the column of his throat.Â
His big hands move under your thighs, holding you in place so he can fuck up into you. The pace at which his cock drills in and out of your pussy has you seeing stars, eyes snapping shut and nothing but colorful spots decorating your vision. You were already abhorrently sensitive following your first orgasm, so it didnât really take much to introduce the second.Â
Your hips stutter and it washes over you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering and collapsing into his top half. He pulls out of you quickly, mouth stationed by your ear as he jerks himself off until heâs painting your backside. He moans, a lot like the sounds he was making the other night, and you feel the need to just kiss him again.Â
Your lips lock sweetly, a stark contrast to your previous actions. Yunho curves a hand on your cheek, seperating from you the smallest distance so he can admire you. The smile that etches onto his expression makes you dizzier than anything else. However, the cutesiness can only span so long before the setting gives way.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes in between you, his forefinger sliding up and down your slit teasingly. Your breath comes out shaky, your face finding purchase in the crook of his neck. He replaces the digit with his middle finger, parting your pussy lips in search of your clit. It doesnât take him very long to find it, rubbing tight circles into the engorged skin. You moan into his shoulder, resting your forehead on it to see the way he works your cunt.Â
âYouâre so wet, baby. Have I not fucked you enough?â He whispers into your ear huskily. Yunho talking dirty to you is something you didnât know you needed in your life. His finger slips downward, thrusting up into your hole with ease. He keeps massaging your clit with his palm, the stimulation making your head woozy.
âMmmphâ Yun, god. Feels too good.â You whine, gyrating your hips on his hand.Â
âIs that right, babe?â He encourages, adding a second finger and increasing the speed of their thrusts, almost like you hadnât been in this position already. âI canât wait to feel this tight little pussy around my cock again. Gonna fuck you harder than the last.â
Your whimpers raise in volume, focusing on the way he curls his digits in you, applying pressure with the heel of his palm to the circles heâs rubbing into your clit. You can sense your third orgasm approaching, warmth flooding your cheeks at how embarrassingly fast he worked you back up. Your walls clench around his fingers, alerting him of how close you are. He pauses, worming his body down so his face is eye level with your cunt again.
Yunho does the whole teasing thing a second time, kissing and suckling the hot skin of your belly, knowingly denying you of your release. You grab a handful of his hair, tugging at the ends to spur him on. He groans, giving into you and licking a straight line up your slit. He inserts both fingers again, this time using his tongue to manipulate your swollen clit.
The heat of Yunhoâs mouth makes your insides ache, the necessity to cum intensifying. You keen loudly, desperately, needily, the sight of the brunette between your legs so incredibly arousing. He sucks on your throbbing clit, his long fingers as deep as they can go, and you crumble.Â
âOh my godâ oh my godâ Iâm cumming! Iâmââ You cut yourself off, convulsing under him. He laps up as much of your juices as he can, coating his chin with your release. You moan as you pull him towards you to unify your lips, a mixture of your saliva and cum connect your mouths in strings. At this point, the sex is messier than anything you couldâve plucked from your wildest dreams.Â
One hand trails down your body, using your nimble fingers to play with your sensitive clit when he starts fisting his cock in preparation to enter your pussy again. You use your free hand to scratch at his contracting abs. He hisses, propping himself up with one arm next to your head and his eyes trained on the way you finger yourself at the same time. You can feel his breath on your cheeks and being in this proximity to him fuels your yearning.
âPlease, Yun⊠Need you back inside of me,â you whimper. Rubbing your clit with your own fingers isnât satisfying enough, not with him here in front of you, not when you know how good he can make you feel.
âFuck, baby, when you beg like that I donât know if I can hold back.â He chuckles lowly. It rumbles from his chest, shooting to your core.Â
âSo donât,â you rouse. âThis is more than just a one time thing for me, Yunho.â
His eyes widen just a bit, your confession catching him off guard. Thatâs all he needs to line himself up with your hole, hooking his forearm under your knee as he slides in, stretching your cunt so perfectly with his perfect cock. âShitâ youâre so tight, princess⊠Itâs almost like I didnât just fuck you within an inch of your life.â He moans and spreads your legs wider. He bottoms out with a grunt, throwing his head back from the feeling of your velvety walls. A near deafening cry is ripped from your vocal cords. He nips at your neck, starting to piston his hips.Â
His thrusts donât slow but become calculated, speeding up and diving deep simultaneously. It only took a short amount of time to figure out what you liked and he used it to his advantage. Yunho hikes your knee to your chest, groping your tits with his free hand. He twists and tugs at your nipples just hard enough that it contributes to your pleasure rather than hurts you.
Itâs as if he doesnât feel buried inside of you sufficiently, because he decreases his pace to press and fold your other leg up, his hips ramming into your ass with each thrust now. The tip of his cock kisses at what feels like your cervix. That familiar coil begins to fasten again, keening with every drive into your cunt. The squelching noises wouldâve made you cower in shame with anyone else, but with Yunho it turns you on further.
You moan, and he flattens his hand on the lower part of your stomach. Yunho groans, biting the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. Your fingers find your clit again, circling insatiably to get yourself off.Â
âYou gonna cum for me again?â He rasps, his hold on your legs almost painful. The backs of your thighs burn, but you endure it for the sake of the moment. You reach up and behind yourself, grabbing at the headboard in an attempt to match his force.Â
âOh my god, yesâ yes yes yes yes,â you babble, the syllables blurring together like your mind. âGonna cum so hard for you, Yunho. Keep going, please.â
His lips attach to yours, tongues tangling sloppily. The position youâre in is on the opposite end of the spectrum from how you were expecting this summer reunion to go. Had you not been made aware of Yunho living here at the last minute, you probably wouldâve backed out of your commitment to staying. Deep down youâre a little too thankful that your grandmother mentioned him when it was too late to reconsider.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you, Y/N,â Yunho whispers into your mouth.Â
You let go of the headboard, cupping his jaw and kissing him lovingly. âMe too.â
Your fingers speed up and so do his thrusts, perfectly timed with each other to shove you both towards your highs. Youâre on the cusp of falling apart, arching into him to close the gap between your bodies.Â
âWanna cum inside you. Can I?â Yunho grunts.Â
âYes yes, please. Fill me up, Yun, want all of you.âÂ
He continues to abuse your cunt, pounding into you like his life depended on it. You sob, clamping your walls around him. He freezes, suddenly spilling into you. âCome on, baby, cum on my cock.â The warmth of his release and his words coax your orgasm, the fluttering of your cunt milking every single drop from him that it can. Even with his dick plugging you up, you can feel it dripping out of you and onto the sheets below.Â
He rocks into you languidly until youâve calmed down enough for him to pull out. His forehead is flush on your chest, rising and falling with it, both of you so spent from the intense physical activity you engaged in. You stare up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, carding your fingers through his hair to soothe him.Â
âYou meant what you said right? About this not being a one time thing.â Yunho says hesitantly, like heâs afraid of permeating the atmosphere you created.Â
âI donât think I can go home at the end of the summer and forget the way I feel for you, Yunho.â You admit out loud. There had been a constant struggle in your head over whether or not to follow your heart, but as he looks at you with those sparkly eyes of his, you know your answer. And you feel a little stupid for ever considering the counter.Â
âAnd what exactly are those feelings?â He pushes, folding his hands on your sternum and laying his cheek on top. You giggle, brushing his hair out of his view. As tempting as it was to divulge your theatrical journey in assessing your emotions, youâre too exhausted to stay awake. It would have to wait for another day.Â
âYou have the rest of the summer to find out, cowboy.â
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omg i was js thinking abt timeskip kaiser, a renowed pro football player, attending some celebrity event and seeing his mother there SKDJEK đ«š can you plspls make it a short angsty(?) story w a happy ending pls our boy deserves it :(
take care <3
I tried to make it as angsty as I could, but I probably just made a comfort fic, I'm sorry!
Cw: mention of food, mentions of mother's leaving, kaiser being sad, crying, comfort, angst(?), happy ending, comforting kaiser helps cope with the recent chapter :(, not proofread, 1.5k words
âI seriously donât know how you do it,â you whisper over to Kaiser, your voice trailing off to a quiet giggle. A smile reaches his face when he hears your giggle, you never fail to brighten his mood. âDo what, meine liebe?â He questions, the pet name rolls off his tongue with such ease, that youâre sure he practices saying it every day.
âI donât know how you manage to attend these events and functions all the time. Itâs my first time and itâs so tiring already,â you hum, grabbing a strawberry covered in chocolate. âAt least thereâs good food,â you finish.Â
Kaiser snorts quietly. Thatâs what got you to come in the first place. He almost begged you to come with him, but every time he asked he was met with your quick âno.â So, like the man he is, he went to underhanded tactics. He promised to get you good food, and promised that thereâll be really good food there.
Youâre thankful that he didnât lie.
âItâs about keeping up with appearances, meine liebe.â His arm circles around your waist when he sees some nobody looking at you with obvious intentions. âDo you think if I didnât blow so much money on these stupid things people would still respect me? No. I have to come to these to show people that Iâm richer and better than they will ever be.â You almost wanted to roll your eyes. But would it really be Kaiser if he didnât say something super egotistical?
He chuckles when he sees how close you are to rolling your eyes. Although most of his words were false, some of them were true. If he didnât come to these and spend so much money, people would not respect him. The world truly is in his hands.
âOkay you goof, I have to use the restroom,â you pressed your hands against his chest as you raised yourself onto your tiptoes. âMake sure to stuff some of that food into my purse when Iâm gone.â You joked.
Kaiser followed you with his eyes while you walked to the end of the ridiculously big room for the bathroom. His eyes show everything, especially his love and adoration for you. He laughs a little as he turns his attention back to the speaker.Â
But something catches his eye. A slightly tall woman, with blond hair but almost gray now, no. Thatâs not what makes Kaiser freeze in his spot, thatâs not what makes his heart beat ten times faster. Itâs the unmistakable red eyeliner.Â
Anyone could apply red eyeliner, he tries to reason with himself. Kaiser tries his best to divert his attention back to the speaker, but his eyes cannot seem to leave the woman. His gaze must have alerted the woman because the next second she is looking around for the person.
And when her eyes fall on him, he immediately panics. No way in hell. She can not be here. He must be hallucinating or something. He needs air, fresh air. Why canât he breathe?Â
Kaiser leaves the mansion as quickly as possible, trying to get away from the stuffy crowd. But just his luck, she follows him out.Â
âMy son, I have been looking for you.â
You leave the bathroom, with your disgust intensified. Why are rich people so weird? Couldnât that couple have gone home? Who in their right mind would be doing that during a fundraiser?Â
A sigh escapes your lips as you make your way to the crowd, ready to tell Kaiser what you just witnessed.Â
But when you get back to the table of food, heâs gone. You swear that he wouldnât just leave you, and he wouldâve texted you if he moved somewhere else. Maybe he had gone to the restroom too?
After searching for a little, you end up spotting his blonde and blue hair. But you see a person standing if front of him and he isnât moving at all. Your brows furrow in a quizzical manner, who is that?
âNo.â You hear him say, it was more of a demand than anything. âYouâre lying.â The woman in front of him shakes her head, a soft expression on her face. âYou may think that, but we both know itâs not true.â She opens her arms, her hands awaiting his shoulders as to pull him into her embrace.Â
âItâs me, your mother.â Your eyes widen, why is she here? Why did she decide to come back now of all times?
âIâm sorry for interrupting,â your tone is soft while you look at Michael, a worried expression on your face. âBut Michael and I should really be going.â âWho are you?â Her soft expression never falls, almost like she got it implanted onto her face. But you can see the truth, the deception, the root of her lies. Sheâs only here for the spotlight. She wants to be seen as his mother, as his savior. But you know that she will only ruin him. She will only make him fall deeper into the black hole.
âOh, Iâm guessing you havenât seen the news,â you start. You look at Michaelâs mother, your soft expression immediately faltering. âIâm Michaelâs fiancee. Itâs very nice to meet you.â You give her a fake soft smile. You donât want to seem too rude, but you know kindness with a person like this will only lead to your ruin.
âAh, I thought you were his chafure. You seem awfully-â âStop.â She turns her attention back to Michael, her faux softness resurfacing. âMy dear, you seem tired. Why donât we-â âNo.â He canât get his head around this whole situation. Why has she come back? Why did she choose now to come back? Does she want money, is that it? Maybe she just wants to be seen with him. Maybe she needs her acting career back and the only way she can get noticed is with Michael.
But he doesnât want any of that. He tried so hard to look for her, and now she shows up out of nowhere.Â
Michael feels like heâs on the verge of a breakdown.Â
His mom tries to reach out again, but Michael is too preoccupied to notice. So, you step in, your body in the middle of both of them. Your glare is icy, never relenting when you see his motherâs expression falter. She seems to be caught up in her own little world. Does she not know the damage she created? How dare she walk back into his life like he owes her everything.
No, she owes him everything.
âI donât know you, but I know of you. I know what kind of person you are and itâs fucking disgusting.â Your tone is sharp as if laced with venom, and it cuts right through her little facade. You can see the second her fake kindness leaves, and youâre left with the disgust and hatred that Kaiser should have.Â
âYou are not allowed to walk back into Michaelâs life when itâs convenient for you. You donât get to do that. Thatâs not fair to him at all.Â
Do you know how many times heâs tried to find you? You donât, do you? Heâs tried almost his entire life to find you, to find some sort of comfort in his mother. But you left him. You left a child all by himself with someone neither of you couldâve trusted.Â
Do you know the first thing he said to me when I first hugged him? He thanked me. He thanked me for being there, for letting him breathe. He has constant thoughts that Iâm going to leave him because of your mistakes.
And if youâre a good mother, if you truly missed him, you wouldâve reached out in the past and apologized for everything. But you didnât.
So no. Iâm sorry, but not. You do not get to walk back into Michaelâs life right now. He can reach out if and when he truly wants to. Please leave.â
Michaelâs mother juts her chin up, a little huff leaving her mouth before she walks away. You truly thought that you wedged a block between Kaiser and his mother. Youâre scared that if you turn around, youâll see the hurt and betrayal across his face.
But thatâs not it in the slightest. Kaiser is so proud to be called yours at this moment. Heâs so very grateful to you. He has never had someone stick up for him in this way before.
Yes, he always acts as if nothing can bother him, even if he shows it on his face a little. But at this moment, he realizes that he wants to be held by you, he wants you to nurture him and to care for him. He wants to turn to you for things he has never received in his life.
Before he knows it, tears gather in his eyes, threatening to spill along his cheeks. His body moves on its own as he makes his way to you.
âThank you,â his arms looped around your waist, his hold tightening ever so slightly. You thank the Lord that everyone has left or else everyone would see Kaiser crying and you know that he hates showing that to the world.Â
You let those thoughts leave your mind, your smile growing back onto your face. âNo need to thank me, my love. I meant every word and I will protect you until youâre ready to see her again.â
#Kvro's fics#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock#bllk fluff#bllk x y/n#bllk kaiser#bllk angst#bllk#blue lock kaiser#michael kaiser#kaiser x reader#michael kaiser x reader#bluelock#bllk spoilers
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valentines day with lucifer pleaseee
YAASSS IM SUCH A LUCIFER SIMP *bangs on table* I love him so much, itâs a problem. Like look at him⊠đ„č thanks for the request and ENJOY!
(I donât own this picture)
Lucifer x reader- Valentineâs Day đ€
Whether you two have been together for 3 weeks or 3 centuries, he will ask you to be his valentine every. single. year.
Baby boy is such a hopeless romantic I stg
Goes all out too! Would never just get you flowers and chocolates. From the king of hell?! No way. Only the absolute best for his love.
In this case, this is your very first Valentineâs Day together!!! DâAAAWWWWW
You come home/back to the hotel the day before valentines and thereâs red and pink balloons every where, rose petals all over the ground, the lights are dim and soft. Very much a romantic movie scene type thing.
â(Y/N)~â Lucifer calls out to you sweetly, softly as he watches you look around at all the new decor.
When he finally has your attention, he holds his gloved hand out to you, beckoning you to come to him.
You canât help but smile as you run to hug him. He laughs softly against you before he pops the question, his arms gently squeezing you against him.
â(Y/N)? Will you be my valentine, sweetheart?â And all you can do is laugh and hold him even closer.
âOh, Luci~ Of course I will!â
OBVIOUSLY this dork makes you a cool ass duck as a gift. Itâs one that really relates to you, has something to do with your looks or personality or an inside joke between the two of you. Itâs special just for you đ„č
Def wants to take you on a nice date somewhere. Maybe a fancy restaurant, maybe to a bar, maybe a coffee shop for some caffeine and sweets.
Def asks you what you want to do and leaves the choice to you. Heâs fine with whatever as long as he can hold your hand and give you kisses every 2 seconds so often.
DEFINITELY picks you up in a fancy ass car with a chauffeur and champagne and everything!
Whatever you decide to do, heâs sooooo distracted the whole time. Thereâs so much on his mind rn and itâs all different thoughts about you, most of them innocent đ
I mean how is he supposed to keep his thoughts 100% clean and innocent when you dressed so nicely for your valentines date and you keep laughing extra loud at his jokes and blushing bright red at every compliment he shoots your way.
Of course he dresses to the nines as well. He looks great in white, donât get me wrong. But him in a deep red suit with pink accents for valentines?!,!!??!,? PLZ đ
He also loves the way people stare when you two go out together. Sure, itâs not totally conventional for the king of hell, Lucifer himself, to be so deeply in love with someone of your status but thatâs what really bonds you two. Itâs not some arrangement or a deal made for your soul or anything besides true love and attraction for each other.
He loves and trusts you so much, youâre so different from everyone else who fights for his attention.
And youâre just thanking your lucky stars, wondering how the hell you pulled him. Heâs so perfect omfgggg
He is sure to ask you if everything is to your liking, how youâre feeling, what you want to do next. Heâs very observant and considerate.
Itâs hard to even eat or drink or whatever youâre trying to focus on bc he keeps staring at you and holding your hand and winking at you Everytime you guys make eye contact.
Donât get me wrong! Heâs lovey dovey and super sweet all the time but on this holiday of romance and love, heâs going 1000 times harder!
He would totally take you back to his house to finish off your romantic evening.
Probably puts on some music and takes off his coat to get more comfy.
Offers you a drink and goes to make it himself, adding some cute little garnish to it just to be fancy for you.
Sits on the couch in the living room with you and keeps his hands on you in some way. Touching your thigh, holding your hand, rubbing your arm or your back.
Proceeds to talk your ear off about everything and anything as his hands roam your body subconsciously.
Luci definitely talks a lot, rambles on and on to you all the time. Hope youâre a good listener ;) he doesnt have many other loved ones to talk to you so you get to hear it all
He talks so much he probably often tells you the same story over and over again. You tell him âYes, Luci. You told me this already.â with a sweet smile at least once a day.
Tries to kiss you but accidentally bumps his head into yours instead.
Now youâre both laughing so loud, blushing so bright red and canât maintain eye contact for more than a second or two.
He probably cracks a joke to ease the tension in the room too. And even worse, itâs some lame dad joke or a pun lmaoooo
Leans in again, much slower this time. His eyes flutter shut and he purses his lips as he approaches.
His kiss is scorching hot but so so soft.
Maybe you guys have kissed before, maybe not. But this kiss hits different. Maybe itâs the Valentineâs Day sweetness in the air, maybe itâs because heâs so goofy and silly and comfortable with you all the time, maybe itâs the drinks youâve had tonight, maybe all three?
But this kissâŠis the most passionate youâve ever shared with him.
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Eyes on You
Warningsâ ïž(18+ but you know good and well um you donât caređ) p in v, oral-f receiving-, choking, slapping, nipple play. (Ngl this is my third time writing smut so Iâm b it sure if itâll be goodđ« lmk what you think. I like constructive criticism.)
Summary- Your dreams of meeting the one and only Ken Sato comes true after the giants are accepted for a photo shoot. Partnership quickly spirals into Lust.
Being one of the top models in Japan wasnât an easy title to hold. The pressure was always on no matter how great you were. Sure you never messed up and never planned too, but that was the stressful part. You had people looking up to you, you couldnât mess up now. All eyes were on you. All eyes except one. Ken Sato.
Youâd always see him on TV. The first time you saw him you were like a starstruck teenager all over again. You always tried to watch as many of his games as you could on TV. You even managed to make time to go to one of his games. Heâs the reason you even bothered to learn about baseball. Before you found out about him you didnât even care about sports. The thought of meeting him had quickly turned into the thought of being with him.
Youâd be lying if you said your late nights didnât end with your fingers between your thighs and thoughts of him in your head. God, you were obsessed. You couldnât get him out of your head. You had it bad. Luckily the agency you worked with was hired to take photos of the Giants team for a sporting magazine. You didnât know who to thank. Your agency accepting the job or the giants being good enough to make it into a magazine.
Saying you were excited was an understatement. You were ecstatic, but you had to keep it professional. The shoot was later this afternoon. You and a few other models have a chance to take a few shots with the giant players. This was your chance to talk to him! Maybe ask him out on a date..or something fun!
You were freaking out. Hoping you didnât make a fool of yourself as a first impression. You were walking with your best friend Liza to work to get ready for the shoot. She was a photographer and you were a model. You two were so excited to be accepted into the same workplace. âDude I canât believe the giants are going to be here todayâ you squeal out while jumping lightly. Liza looks and you and chuckles.
âYeah, I know right! But unfortunately for me, I have another group to work with so I canât be thereâ she frowned. I look at her sympathetically. âOh yeah right..so sorry Liza..Iâll be sure to get an autograph from one of them.â You smile her way hoping what you said would cheer her up, and it did. âThanks y/n. Youâre the best.â She holds you tightly in her arms. You hug her back and let go. âI know, itâs what I do.â You say flicking your hair dramatically as you joked.
Your act received a laugh and a slap on the arm from Liza. âYeah whatever,â she says as she rolls her eyes. You guys continued to joke as you walked and you two didnât realize that you made it to your place of work. The thing that took you out of your little world was the flashes of cameras and loud voices begging for attention. Your face was curious and confused. âWhy are the paparazzi here already? The Giants donât get here till 3:45â. You look at your watch and it read 3:00 pm in big white numbers.
âWhy are they here so early?â You questioned yourself. Thinking of different possibilities for the situation. âHey I think we should walk faster if we want to beat the paparazzi to the doorâ you spoke quickly and quickened your pace. Although you were in heels you could run like hell If the time called for it. So here you were at 3:01 pm running in pitch black stilettos to the door of the agency with Liza right behind you.
You closed your eyes for a split second chanting âplease donât break please donât breakâ and the next thing you knew you were on the ground after hitting something that felt warm and strong. You didnât dare open your eyes, not ready to bear the embarrassment of the incident. âHey, are you ok?â Someone in front of you spoke softly. Fear settled in the pit of your stomach. âOh god no! It couldnât be!â You slowly open your eyes to reveal your worst nightmare. Ken Sato standing above you. I mean under a different circumstance this would be great! But not now, especially after bumping into him is awful.
He held a hand for you to grab and you took it. âIMSOSOSOOOOOSORRYFORBUMPINGINTOYOUIWASNTLOOKINGATWHEREIWASGOINGSORRY!!â You quickly stuttered out your words, bowed several times, and bolted for the door. Your face was beet red with embarrassment. You didnât stop running until you were in the ladies' room.
You could of started crying from how embarrassed you were. You walked to the sink and placed your purse on the countertop. You run your hands over your face and take deep breaths to calm yourself down. âWonderful first impression that was y/nâ you mocked yourself quietly. Your heartbeat slowed and your breathing steadied. You let out a sigh followed by a groan. You wanted to scream and disappear.
You grabbed your purse and left the bathroom to the dressing rooms to get ready for the shoot. The briefing was short and simple. Pick a numbered jersey to match the player and come up with pose ideas. âTheyâll follow your leadâ Mr. Itoâs words replayed in your head. You had to make sure you got lucky number 7.
As soon as you made it to the dressing room you went straight to the rack for your specific shoot. You greet most of the makeup artists and hair stylists as you make your way to the rack. As you get closer you notice someone already there. You silently prayed they didnât take number 7 or you mightâve broken down and trashed the place.
When you got close enough you realized it was Lexie. She never really cared about anything. She was the âI just do what I gotta do so I can go homeâ type of gal. You sighed, relieved you still had a strong chance of getting what you wanted. You had waited about a minute behind her. Not that you were checking your watch every few seconds or anything. As soon as she walked off you got straight to work to find number seven. The only sound you could hear was the sound of a metal hanger sliding on a metal rod.
You went from left to right since it had to be in number order. If it wasn't, someone was going to get a stern talking too. I giant stupid smile plastered on your face as your eyes laid on a big number 7. âYes yes yes!â You said a little loud. Your outburst got you a few looks but you didnât care at the moment.
You practically ran into a changing room. As you were about to change you realized you didnât have any pants to change into. You ran back out jersey in hand and went to pick a pair of bottoms. Browsing the options you settled with a thigh-high plain black schoolgirl skirt. You rushed back into the changing rooms and decided to grab a pair of heels on your way out.
You unclothed yourself starting with your jeans and slid up the skirt. You then pulled your shirt over your head, hair falling along your arms. You didnât want to fully button up the shirt so you left a few buttons unbuttoned near the end of the shirt to leave an opening to show some of your stomach.
You stare at yourself in the mirror trying to figure out whatâs missingâŠa baseball cap could do the trick but what else..? You thought to yourself. âOh yes! A chain dangling from the side will definitely look good! But I need to match Mr .Sato. HmmmâŠI could get one for him, yes there we go! Problem solved.â
You grab your clothes and leave the dressing room. Before you head to get accessories you need to go to your locker. You walk a nice distance from the dressing room to the back area where the lockers are located. You do the code on the lock for your locker and open it, placing your things inside. You checked your watch for the time. â3:27 perfect! Enough time to finish getting readyâ You close your locker and make your way back to get accessories and a pair of shoes.
As you made your way back you heard loud frivolous laughter. It startled you a little, nearly jumping out of your socks when a loud voice boomed through the hall. You decided to get closer to get a better hear to see who it was. It was coming from the male bathrooms. You decided a minute or two of listening wouldnât hurt.
As the laughter died down a new conversation started. âHey did you guys see that girl that bumped into Ken?â One voice spoke sounding excited. The voice is kind of high-pitched. âHell yeah dude sheâs a total babeâ one other voice spoke up deeper this time. The comment made you smile a little. Something in your heart was hoping to hear something from Ken Sato himself.
âYo dude, whatâs up? Whatâs with the furrowed brow?â This voice came with a slapping sound. Wonder what happened. âItâs nothingâ it was Kenâs voice. Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. âCâmon dude you gotta agree sheâs a total babe!â The same deep voice from earlier spoke again.
âYeah, sheâs fine or whateverâ he was dismissive and his voice sounded slightly..irritated? The words were like a knife in the back. You almost teared up, but the sounds of people shuffling and walking stopped you and you sped walked away to not suspect anyone of any noise.
You made it back to the main area to get shoes and accessories. It was your favorite part about the place. Minus working with your best friend. Getting accessories and shoes was like shopping it was set up like a store and everything. The walls were decorated with shelves and shoes. The main floor area was decorated with racks and countertops of accessories.
You greeted Shelly when you walked in, she was a sweetheart. You went to the far right corner In search of a black cap. You browsed for a few moments before your eyes fell on a cap that would do the outfit justice. You then head toward a rack that has countless pant chains dangling from them. You found one you really liked but it didnât have one that matched. So you tried again.
You then found a silver chain that had a few clear jewels on it and jewels as clips at each end. You found a similar one to match it was silver and had jewels at each end as clips. You smiled at yourself at the thought of matching with the Ken Sato. âAll thatâs left is a pair of heels. What kind though..â you pondered on the thought while staring into space.
âA chunky platform heel would work.â You made your way to the shoe wall and browsed for your vision. You decided on a pair of Black chunky platform heels with a thick leg and a strap around the ankle. âTime to cash outâ you made sure you had everything you needed and headed for the register.
âHey, Shelly!â You smiled as you placed your things on the countertop. âHello y/n, is this all for today?â She asked scanning everything. âYup! Iâm so excited for my shoot today! These are the final touches I need then Iâm doneâ. You decided to check the time. â3:38. OK enough time to add accessoriesâ. âOh yeah youâre working with the Giants today right?â She asked, looking excited as well. You nod rapidly. âOk, weâll just type in your name and Id number and make sure you return the items at the end of your shift. Have fun!â You finish typing and grab your things âWill do! Bye!â You say happily and walk out and sit at a nearby bench.
You take off your socks and put on your new heels. You clip them close and fix your hair into a ponytail thatâll stick out the back of the baseball cap. Lastly, the chain. You decide on the left to hold the chain. You put your socks in the bag, grab out the nearly identical chain and head to the picture-taking area. âLuckily I did my makeup before this or Iâd be totally screwed.â
As you approached you saw the group of girls you were working with today huddled by Mr. Ito. You quickly slid into the group to not miss anything, luckily it seemed heâd just started. âGood afternoon ladies. Today's shoot is a big one so make sure you put in as much effort as you can and do your best. Whatever number you have on your jersey is the player youâll be working with today. They are going in numerical order number one starting here behind us down to the left. Have fun ladies.â Mr. Ito sent us off with a wave of a hand and the girls flooded the area looking for their partner.
As you followed the many individual white backgrounds you made it to lucky number seven. Your body suddenly felt hot and sweaty and your heart began to race. As you approach, He looks to be in deep thought staring down at the ground. âUh, Mr.Sato?â you managed to make yourself speak. You now stood in front of him. His head snapped up from his view of the ground. âUh yes?â He spoke, sounding slightly spooked. You held a hand out for him to grab. âIâm y/n. Iâll be the model working with you today.â You gave a gentle wide smile. âItâs nice to meet youâ. He studied your hand momentarily before grabbing it and shaking it gently.
âNice to meet you too.â He returned the smile. âUgh, he doesnât know what that smile does to meâ. You bite your inner cheek to stop you from biting your lip. âI brought you a pant chain so we could match since I have one.â You hold up the chain. âI hope you donât mind. Itâs totally fine if you donât want to wear it. I can Just ta-â Your rambling is cut off by him grabbing the chain and putting his hand up to dismiss your rambling.
âItâs alright I donât mind. But might I say you have some pretty good taste in accessoriesâŠâ He says inspecting the item. You felt warm and bubbly inside. Your cheeks felt hot like fire, and you were sure they were bright red. âThank youâ you smile sheepishly as you watch carefully as his fingers play with the buckle of the chains to clip them onto his pants.
Images of late nights with your fingers between your legs wishing they were his popped in your head as you watched. His hand flexed, and it made your knees weak. You were staring so hard you didnât realize he had finished putting it on. Him clearing his throat brought you back to reality. You mentally slapped yourself for getting caught. âSorry,â you say sheepishly. He chuckled. He chuckled. âGod, his voice is attractive, heâs attractive. GAH I need him so baaadddâ.
âItâs alright. Mr. Ito said you guys would be in charge of the poses we do and props used-â âYou can use me as a prop if you know what I mean.â. âYes we were tasked to pick out multiple poses to try for the shoot. Only the best will make it into the magazine.â You speak with sudden annoyedness. âKind of sucks that the fun ones never make it in.â You say and sigh.
This sparked a chuckle from him. âYeah, I guess youâre right..Now what's first?â He asked clapping his hands together. âSo for the first one I was thinking we could capture the back of the Jerseys.â he looked confused. âSo like our backs are facing the camera and our thumbs are pointing towards the number on the back of the jersey.â He nods in agreement.
âThen I was thinking we could do something with the baseball bat. So where Iâm standing in front of you with my hands on the bat. Afterward, we could do some back-to-back shots and solo pictures. Or even pictures with a Large number seven.â You shrug as your ideas pile out. He nods in agreement with the ideas. âYeah, it sounds good to me.â He smiles and positions himself right of the middle of the background and turns around. You follow him but move to the left more and point your thumbs to your back, turning around.
You heard the flashes of the camera quite a bit before they stopped. âOk now let me grab the bat and You figure out what face you wanna make. You made your way to the basket with baseball bats in it and you could swear you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. You make your way back and stand in front of him. You flip the bat upside down and place your forearms on it. Almost leaning on it. You bend over with your ass nearly touching Ken. âIs this alright?â You question not turning around. You waited a few seconds and didnât get a response. You were about to turn your head when you felt slender fingers on your waist pulling you back so you were now currently touching Ken freaking Sato.
You put a smile on your face and a few smirks as the photos were being taken. Though your face displayed a calm professional look you were burning hot. By the end of it you could have sworn you felt something poking your ass. As the shoot progressed you felt lingering gazes from Ken, long touches, and the eye contact got longer. Youâd be out of your mind if you said it wasnât turning you on.
By the end of the shoot, you were hot and bothered. âIt looks like weâre all done!â You turn around to face Ken. âThis was fun.â You smile at him and all you get in return is a small nod. It disappointed you to say the least. âDid he not like having to partner up with me? Maybe it was the girly chain I gave him, it couldâve been the poses.â You were so lost in thought you didnât realize you were staring.
When you came back to you realize Ken was staring at you intensely and he had some kind of glint in his eye. You try to rub your legs together discreetly. Partially because you felt like you wanted to disappear with his intense gaze on you. You could tell he knew what you were doing from the way his eyes flicked down and then back up. You really wished you could roll up into a ball and pretend you didnât exist.
âDo you think you could show me where the bathroom is?â His words broke the deep silence. You blinked a few times, the words sinking in. âOh..uh yeah, Of course. Follow me.â You turn on your heel and begin walking away. The walk there is dead silent. You never understood the term you could hear a pin drop, until today. You felt his eyes all over you. It made you shiver.
As you two were walking you nearly passed a family bathroom. As you were about to pass it you felt a hand grab yours and pull you into the bathroom. As you were pulled in you were pushed against the door. Lo and behold Ken Sato stood in front of you. You felt him lean in and then heard the door lock. Your heart was racing at this point and your face felt hot once more.
Ken put an arm above your head and rested it on the door. His other hand was used to grab your chin and tilt it upward to see his face directly. He leaned in for a kiss. Your eyes were bolted wide open in shock. âIs this really happening, please be real please be realâ. Your eyes slowly fluttered close as you returned the kiss.
The kiss started slow and passionate but quickly turned heated full of lust. His lips felt soft on yours and tasted like.. Cherries? Your tongues danced against each other as they both fought for dominance. Kenâs tongue came out on top. You both separated to catch some air. âYou know,â He said in between breaths. âIâve had my eye out for you for a while nowâ. He spoke while he trailed kisses down your neck. His tongue moved smoothly down your neck as he littered it with hickeys. Sucking and biting on your skin red marks began to appear across your neck and collarbone.
Soft murmurs of delight fell from your lips. âThatâs funny becauseâŠIâve had my eye on you for quite a while now too.â You laugh softly but it is quickly replaced by a pleasurable wince. His hands found their way into your shirt and under your bra. He lifted the bra up enough for your boobs to fall out into his hands. His fingers pinched and pulled at your already hard nipples. Quiet moans were pulled from your throat.
He chuckled at your comment. âYeah? That so?â His voice sounded low and breathy. It made your knees weak. âMmm yeah,â You say mildly out of breath. His mouth latched onto your right nipple. His tongue swirled around the nub and nibbled on it while his left hand toyed with your free nipple. Your moans got louder at the new sensation.
After sucking on your nipple for a time that satisfied him. He let go of your nipple with a pop. His hands traced your waist down to your hips and snuck behind to grab your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and a nice slap. This received a surprised gasp from you. His hands then fell to your thighs as he fell to his knees.
He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder giving him a better view of your sex. He began to kiss your inner thigh. Repeating the same process he did on your neck until he stopped. You watched him in anticipation. âWhatâs this?â he says, bringing a hand up and tracing the now visible tattoo that read eat me. âTsk tsk tsk, never wouldâve thought you of all people would have something like this.â He looked up at you. âBut if I may?â He asked with a raised brow.
It made you a hell of a lot wetter than what you would like to admit. âYes,â You said quicker than youâd like to. He chuckled at your fast response. âNo worries sweetheart, Iâm not going anywhere.â. He moved your leg out further to get better access between your thighs. He ran a thumb down the center of your panties, âMyâŠSomeoneâs excitedâ. You internally died.
He moved your panties to the side and ran a finger down your slit. A trail of your arousal followed. Retracting the finger he licked his finger clean. He let out a sound of satisfaction. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down pulling them down one of your legs so they dangled over the other. He wasted no time stuffing his face between your legs.
He licked a stride between your folds with a flat tongue gathering all of your slick. His tongue retracted and did the same motion twice more. Your head is now up against the door and your mouth is agap. His pace is agonizingly slow. He began sucking on your clit which made your moaning louder. You put your hands in his hair. His hair is unsurprisingly soft, silky, and smooth.
You pushed his face into your cunt for further satisfaction. As he continued to suck on your clit you felt something penetrate your hole. It was his fingers. âI knew those slender fingers wouldnât disappoint.â. âMmm fuck!â you spoke out, dragging the word out. His eyes remained on you taking in the way your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes sealing shut. The way your hands gripped his hair made him feel like his pants had just shrunk.
This is even better than what you imagined on your late nights alone. The pace of his fingers quickened and your walls clenched around them. Your thighs clamped around his head when he hit the right spot. âAhh~! Mm right thereâ you moan out loudly. âShh sweetheart donât want us getting caught do you?â. The thought of someone catching you made you wetter. âMm, but I guess youâd like that huh? Dirty girlâ. He let out a chuckle. The vibrations go straight to your heat.
It felt as though a tight knot had formed in your stomach itching to be untied. Your grip on his hair got tighter as you grinded on his face chasing your release. You felt his tongue flicking and sucking on your clit faster. No head you ever got felt this good. Your breaths shortened and got higher. You let out a loud moan before you reached your climax. Your cum and arousal are being caught by Kenâs tongue. Your rock-solid grip on his hair loosened and your breathing began to steady.
You took a few deep breaths. As he pulled away his chin was shining in the light from your juices. âI just wanna stay between here for hours. Gah, you taste so good.â. He said licking his lips, removing your leg from his shoulder, and standing up tall.
Youâre standing against the door with your chest heaving while Ken Sato stands above you. Youâve finally come back, to and see Ken just staring at you. âWhat is there something on my face?â You question while patting your face in search of the unknown article. He laughs âYouâre leaned up against a door with no panties on and thatâs what youâre worried about?â He raises a brow at you.
You smile, âI mean yeah, I canât be getting fucked by the Ken Sato and looking a hot mess.â You laugh. He hums âIf I didnât know any better Iâd say youâve been thinking a lot about thisâ He puts a hand to his chin. You look away, âWhaaat nooâ. He doesnât seem convinced but he drops it. âWell I know just the thing to get your mind off itâ he smirks, grabs your hand and brings you to the countertop. He pushes you against it and pulls your head back gently so you can face yourself in the mirror.
âI want your eyes on the mirror at all times ok? You can do that for me sweetheart canât you?â He asks whilst unzipping his pants. âHell yeah, I canâ You pride yourself in the way you could keep eye contact with certain things. Letâs just say you always won a staring contest. âYou sound pretty sure..Better not disappoint.â He leaned against you and whispered in your ear.
He lifted your skirt up and grabbed his cock running it up and down your folds, gathering your slick before lining himself up and slowly pushing in. You wince at the burning stretch. From what you felt he wasnât very thick, about a little over average but he sure was long. You shut your eyes tight, the stretch feeling to be too much. Your eyes opened just as fast as they closed when you felt a harsh slap on your ass.
âThought you said you could keep your eyes on the mirrorâŠFuuck.â His head fell back as he bottomed out. The look on his face made you clench around him. âIf you keep wrapping around me like that Iâll cum before I even start.â he began moving slowly, each slow thrust made you yearn for more. His pace began to quicken and the sound of skin on skin was now very audible.
You regret being cocky when you said you could keep your eyes on the mirror. He was hitting all the right places and the view from the mirror wasnât helping. The pussy drunk look on his face mixed with his toned flexed arms made you want to come undone right then and there. Moans spilled out like a prayer. He let out a few grunts and moans here and there. His hands were tight on your hips, sure to leave a bruise or two.
âYou know, that little stunt you pulled out there back at the shoot. FuckâŠIt was a real dirty move.â He says slowly trying to keep concentration on the rhythm of the thrust. He brought a hand up to your neck and gripped it tight but light enough so you could breathe. His thrust got harsher pounding you down on his cock. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he hit your g-spot, your gummy walls clamping down on him once more.
âAhh, YES, fuck! Right thereâŠKeep goingâ you managed to get out. You moved a hand up onto the mirror for more stabilization, the grip on the sink wasnât enough. The fucked out look on yours and his face was embedded into your head, never to be forgotten. âYeah, right there sweetheart? What do ya say, hm?â his voice was degrading. You lock eyes with him in the mirror âMmm please, ahhh~ please keep going.â Your voice was desperate and whiny.
âSince youâve asked so nicelyâ he continuously rams into the same spongy spot, rearranging your guts. Another hand left your side and went in between your thighs rubbing and pinching your clit. You were seeing stars at this point. Trying your best to keep your eyes on the now slightly foggy mirror. The same knotted feeling from earlier came back in the pit of your stomach.
âAh! Ken, mâcuming!â you say mouth a jar and head fogged. âYeah? Câmon sweets give it to me. I know you canâ his words push you over the edge and the coil in your stomach snaps. Your breathing is heavy as your chest rises and falls. The thrust continues as Ken fucks you through your orgasm and chases after his release. The continued stimulation on your clit plus the thrusting becomes too much for your overstimulated body. âAh ah! Ken mmm s-slow downâ. His pace doesnât let down. âSâtoo muchâ Your fingers are bent in on the mirror giving up on trying to stay focused on it.
Your head is hanging low between your shoulders. âMmm, fuck. I know you can take it sweetheartâŠmm, ah. Youâre doing soâŠso fucking good.â he whines in the last few words. The rhythm of the thrust begins to falter as his climax approaches. His pace finally lets down as he finishes inside. After he finishes he stays in and continues to toy with your clit determined to give you a third orgasm. You clench down on him. âCâmon sweetheart, give it to me,â he says, voice demanding.
The coil breaks again and you squirt everywhere. Ken continues flicking your clit stimulating you through your orgasm. Your breathing is raspy. âFuuuck, I havenât been fucked that good like ever.â You say laughing at your own comment and removing your hand from the mirror. âI canât believe you came inside. You better hope I donât end up pregnant. I donât want to be involved in a scandal.â You say looking at him in the mirror. He pulls out and slaps your ass.
He smirks, âI wouldnât mind having a mini-me around.â
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"Is this the start of something new?" |LN4
Part 2: Made in Argetina: The Series. (Lando's Version)
Parings: Lando Norris x Argentine!Reader.
Summary: after the austin gp, lando and you have your "first date".
Word count: +2k.
Warnings: none. Just fluff. Not a native english speaker so there could be (so many) errors. (I do what i can). Not proofread.
Author's note: finally here it is! Hope you like it i accept more suggestions and contructive critics! Dont forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)
MASTERLIST
Watching the podium was a dream of yours and now you have made it come true. You heard the anthems for the first time in person. All of the tifosis screaming it out. Charles smiled so proud along with Carlos and Max. You were really intrigued by Maxâs character and you hope someday you could meet him. That was another dream of yours. Like Franco said: a tiny human filled with so many crazy dreams. Yeah, he joked about it all the time because you have this dreamy personality but he loves you for that. His so logical and terrenal, he loves that you add the daydreaming he most of the time lacks. Thatâs why your besties, you understand anc complement each other.
When the podium party ended and people started to spread out into different directions, you decided to call Franco to see where he was at. But he didnât respond. You felt now again embarrassed like when you bumped into Lando fucking the most handsome cute and hot persona youâve ever seen Norris and born his phone. You felt so stupid. You forgot your friend is now a driver here and probably doesnât have time to answer your checking calls. So you decided to get back to the paddock and headed to Williams garage. You didnât wanna be lost so you concentrated on finding your franquito. Fortunately some guys from the team told you he was at a meeting so you decided to look for Lily.
You found her at a table with another girl and didnât want to interrupt but you also didnât want to be alone.
âHey⊠hi. Sorry to interrupt girls. I was lost for a moment Iâm happy to find you Lilyâ you said shyly and clearly sorry for making the two beautiful women stop talking.
âY/n! Oh no, thereâs no problem honey. I was telling Alexa about you. So perfect timing!â She said sweet and made you smile widely. She introduced you to Alex, Charles Leclercâs girlfriend. She was so stunning in person. And also really sweet. Lily made you part of their conversation and your stayed with them until Franco was free to get back to the hotel.
Lando was on a meeting with the team he really didnât want to be in. He wasnât in the mood to listen to all of that right now. Oscar knew about it and tried to pay attention so at least one of them had the important information and the big men knew. Lando couldnât stop thinking about you smile and your rosĂ© cheeks. And what you said to him. He also was anxious about the fact youâd never replied. Nor add him to contacts. He wanted to see your profile picture. He wanted to talk to you right now but he had to be here doing driver things. He never tends to be distracted. But he couldnât help it. You were too gorgeous to not overthink about the whole interaction you had.
When the meeting ended Lando and Oscar went to the mc claren building to get change and eat something before heading to the hotel and rest. They didnât want to do much. It was a frustrating race and weren't in the mood to go celebrate like some of the boys will do. Maybe heâll watch Cars and fall asleep before it finishes. It was his comfort plan to be honest.
You and the girls order something to eat at the Williams building. You couldnât stop thinking about the fact you broke Landoâs phone and that you could have stayed with him. You didnât know why you felt like that. Like you did something wrong and added to the phone breaking. You started playing around with your phone once Lily and Alex started talking about things you really didnât understand. But the only thing you learnt is that Alex lives in Monaco and there people speak French and you didnât know about that. Thatâs when you see his messages. You blushed by reading them. You got so nervous. Lando was flirting with you that was obvious but you couldnât believe he was flirting with you like why? Out of all the girls that come to see races, why you? You bit your lip replying.
âOh hola pretty boy. Sorry I didnât see it till now. And sorry again for breaking your phone. Funny both phones still work somehow jajaâ
You didnât know how to approach and English man. Of course you flirted with guys before but you know, with the same culture and slang and social context. This is so different. You didnât want to come off as rude or whatever.
âHow brave you are to give your heart to unknown person đâ
You didnât know if that was actually considered a tease but you were trying at least.
You jumped scared when Franco out of nowhere hugged you from behind almost screaming in your head.
âAl fin te encuentro amiguita. En quĂ© andas? CambiĂĄndome por gente linda y famosa?â (He said hi and what you were doing âcharging me for more pretty and richer people?â) that made you laugh and roll your eyes.
âOjalĂĄ. Lamentablemente me tocĂł ser tu amiga y no puedo salirâ you joked about how unfortunately you were his friend and you couldnât run away. That made him room his eyes. He joined the conversation and met Alex as well. You talked for a few more minutes till Alex Albon came back and so we started going down the stairs all together. Alex headed to the Ferrari building and another girl said bye to Lily and Alex. She said it was Carlosâ girlfriend Rebecca. All of them were so beautiful. You were in love.
You and Franco were chatting about what the meeting was all about when you heard someone scream from afar.
âWait guys! Franco! Alex! Y/n!â When you all turned you found lando coming to you. Franco looked at you with one brow raised, strange about how Lando knew his best friendâs name. âSorry guys, I just wanted to say goodbye. Weâre not gonna see each other until Mexicoâ he said weirdly and nervously . That wasnât the usual Franco thought. He looked at Alex who looked at him the same. Lily looked at you with question marks on her eyes. You smiled at Lando. Your heart is racing. He gave everyone a hug. And you were last. You didnât know what to do in this situation. You didnât understand what he was doing. When he hugged you a paper fell on the floor. So when you two splitted he picked up the little paper.
âHere you goâ he said and handed it to you so you took it suspicious. âAlright bye guys! Take care!â He waved, running again into the orphanage building. You saved the paper on your jeans and played it cool.
âOkay that was weird and nice at the same timeâ Franco said, making all of you giggle.
(âŠ)
After leaving Franco at his room and spending some time with him just chatting and drinking mate, you decided to come to your room to rest as well. All of the feelings you felt have left you exhausted. You were so happy for franco. So proud. You could feel your heart explode.
You had a shower. You needed to take out all of the weight of the day from your body. Relax for a while. By yourself listening to a piano playlist you found on Spotify. Dark academia theme. You loved it. After a few minutes you were packing and preparing all of your stuff because tomorrow you headed to Mexico. You were gonna be with franco until the Brazil race. And then going back home to Argentina.
When you grabbed your jeans, the ones you wore today, you remembered the paper piece lando handed to you. You know it wasnât yours but your intuition just followed along with his play. You unfolded it and smiled.
âWanna chill out and watch cars for a while?â
Thatâs what the paper said and under the question was his hotel and room number. He didnât answer your messages. And you thought this was like the most romantic thing. Like not using phones and sneaking into hotels. And keeping it a secret. Like a wattpad story you used to read when you were a kid about Niall Horan. Or maybe are you just crazy? Whatever.
You hesitated whether to go or not by the time it was. But you had nothing to lose. He offered and maybe this one gonna be it. Maybe you wouldnât meet Lando Norris like this or any other way ever again so.
You decided to take some candies you had in your bag and that was it. You felt really bad about not having anything else to take. Google maps indicated his hotel was the one next to the one you were so that was a coincidence that wasnât in your bung card. You didnât think much about it and just went straight to his room.
When you got to it you knocked on the door carefully. If he was asleep you didnât want to wake him up.
Fortunately a few seconds later we opened the door with a sleepy smile and very surprised.
âI thought you wouldnât comeâ he said letting you in. You giggled a little.
âSurprise! Iâm not losing my chances here honeyâ you said teasing him and saw how he blushed closing the door.
âIs that a thing in Argentina like beating hot and a teaser?â He asked me to open his mini bar, take out two water bottles and hand one to you with a smile.
âWell I think it is, you know. We are all pretty charmingâ you said, taking the water and string in his bed. You saw the tv screen displaying the cars movie already in the middle of the story. You acted offended.
âSo you invited me to watch cars but decided to watch it all alone?â You said arching a brow funny. He looked exposed and stood in front of the tv.
âActually that was a trap because no one says no to cars cause itâs a great movie but I invited you to look at meâ he said posing awkwardly making you giggle.
âAlright Iâll enjoy the view thenâ you said grinning.
You just enjoyed time together by chatting about Argentina and London and a few words. And trivial stuff but you laughed so much. He is so funny and laughed at all of your jokes. Like you matched each otherâs energy. Or crazy.
It was time for you to go back to your hotel because it was already 2 am and packing wasnât done. Neither you nor Lando had packed everything for tomorrow's flight.
âWould I see you around then? It was really nice talking to youâ he said on the door looking down at you with sleepy puppies eyes. You were so cute and fun. He felt the butterflies. You made him so nervous. Giggling and blushing like a teenager. You smiled at him. You were the most precious thing he has ever seen.
You nodded âof course. Iâll be with Franco until the Brazil race. Thatâs when I go back to Argentina sadly. But maybe Iâll travel again for Abu Dhabiâ you said softly, looking at him. God he was so beautiful. He nodded in response.
Silence took place between you two for a few seconds. You decided to end it by giving him a kiss on his cheek. âSee you around landito, te me cuidas chico lindoâ you said just like how you taught him earlier a little funny and waved at him heading to the elevator. He waved at you. His face red.
Was this the start of something new?
(âŠ)
âYou looked beautiful in that orange hoodie you wore todayâ he texted.
âYou only say that itâs because itâs papaya. Do you want me to be a papaya? Youâll have to work your ass off. Iâm team Williams until franco gets a seat in another teamâ you texted.
âIâm on it darling. Get readyâ he texted.
âOh Iâve been ready my whole life for this momentâ you texted.
âđđđđâ he texted.
âđđđđâ you texted.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
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Reveal â Part three: celebrating
Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader ( camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader ) Wordcount: 4,513 words Genre: 18+ / smut. mdni! remember to not use fics as your only source of sex ed. Summary: Your birthday celebration takes a turn when Jungkook forgets to uninvite a particular guest. Part 3 of Recording & Editing. Read it in that order for context. More warnings under read more.
Includes: 3k words of just smut. Mentions of posting / selling sex content. Dirty talk. Use of pet names ( baby, doll, good girl? ). Fingering ( f ), Oral sex ( f and m ). Frottage. Cum play? A bit of overstimulation? Possessive Yoongi because Reveal!Yoongi is just like that and I can't do anything about it. It's true, I tried. Author's note: Okay, I think this is actually the last one for this. A trilogy is fine, right? But also don't quote me on that because clearly I can't seem to know how to stop writing this pair and I'm watching Jungkook from a distance like đ but shhh Which speaking of, I was thinking and if you want to know more about the characters in this verse specifically, you can send an ask with â( reveal!verse )â at the beginning, maybe specify if you want it to be answered ic with â( @ reveal!theirname )â , and a question or whatever you want to say. Idk, thought it could be fun~ Also, I made a post with different options for tag lists in case anyone is interested. You know, for future projects and stuff. But don't feel preassure to request it, and thank you for following this mini series. Anyway. I hope you like this and if you do please remember to comment, reblog, ask, follow, and whatnot. And again, thank you for reading <3
âYou know, you could reply instead of just staring at it,â Jungkook says, over your shoulder.
You're sitting in your living room, phone in your hand with the audio post on screen. There was no way of denying you were caught, you had already embarrassed yourself by acting like a schoolgirl when telling him about SugaD leaving a comment.
âBut what if I say something dumb and he deletes it?â
âWhy would he do that? He thinks you're cute,â he teases.
âThe cutest,â you correct, silly smile on your face once again.Â
âSee. You should shoot your shot and talk to him, he clearly is interested in you too,â he winks, finally walking around the couch to sit at your side, fresh bowl of popcorn on his lap.
âBut it's all so crazy. I don't even know how he found my page, he only follows big creators.â
âWell, he asked me.â
âWhat?â
âHe asked who you were,â his Bambi eyes blink at you, fear creeping on his soft expression, âI⊠don't kill me, please.â He moves away from you and that makes you turn to him, leg over the couch and phone forgotten.
âJungkook? What did you do?â All the scenarios go through your mind, imagining the worst. He told him you kind of have a big old crush on him even if you have never seen his face? Did he tell him about the joke of suing him because he is soâ
âAnd I was busy so I thought, you know, he works with music and edits his own content and it seemed like a good idea,â he is talking so fast and you realize you missed the beginning of it, but before you can ask him to start over he just burst it, âso he edited it.â
âHe what?â
âThe audio. Your audio. He edited it.â
âMy⊠audio.â The audio you're sure included the start of his video.
Fuck.
Shit.
That's so much worse.
You should delete your account. Delete yourself. You want to move to another country and change your name.Â
âFuck.â
âI'm sorry. I should have asked you, but I figuredâŠâ he trails off, coming closer again. âI just⊠I didn't think it was a big deal because⊠well, I didn't know he was gonna subscribe to you. He only subscribes to people he is friends with and I know he doesn't even watch their stuff.â
You can tell he is trying to make you feel better, and although you appreciate the effort, everything is confusing. Does that mean he wants to be friends? But he doesn't watch his friends's content so⊠no friends?
âFuck.â You murmur again.
âAre you mad at me?â Jungkook asks softly, worrying the ring on his bottom lip.Â
âI⊠don't know.â
âDo you want me to go?â
âNo. Let's finish the movie.â
But you can concentrate for the rest of it, and know that you'd have to watch it again another time in case your friend brings up something important about the plot. But now, the only thing in your head is theories about what you're going to do about that one particular comment and, again, you consider just deleting the whole thing.
Jungkook invites you the next weekend to the restaurant, it's his free day but he tells you he can get you the birthday special even if itâs one day early and he can even sing for you. You tell him you are only going if he doesn't make a whole thing out of it. You'd wear the birthday hat and blow out the candles, but if he dares to bring more attention to you, you actually will kill him.
He believes you.Â
And so, here you are. Sitting in a booth in front of Jungkook and Hanna, your best friend. Big chocolate cake in front of you that they insisted on getting because âyou can have it for dessert for the next week and think about how much we love youâ, and also because you love chocolate.
âSorry. Am I late?â A voice behind you interrupts the end of the birthday song, your smile falling because you could recognize it anywhere, and the fact that he is here makes you panic.
âOh, shit⊠ahâŠâ Jungkook stumbles over his words, even comes close to knocking his drink. âSorry. Hi.â He greets the guy and throws an apologetic look your way. âThis is my friend Yoongi.â
âOh, hi. I'm Hanna and didn't know we were waiting for someone, but good thing we got a big cake, uh?â she jokes and looks at you. She does that whenever you're around people and you don't talk, her way of making you feel included.Â
But right now you want to disappear. Birthday crown and all. Maybe take the cake too.
âHi,â you say timidly, eyes on Jungkook instead.
âIâŠâ he starts, remorseful look on his face as he explains, âinvited Yoongi last week, didn't want to third wheel with you two.â
âOh, that's fun! Well, you want to sit there or should I move?â Hanna proposes and you're about to say she should come to your side even if that means Jungkook has to stand up too, but Sugâ Yoongi speaks faster.
âIâll sit here. Is that okay?âÂ
You only nod, scooting to your right to make space for him. To not be so close he notices how nervous he makes you just with his presence.
He smells nice. Fresh and woody at the same time, and is only overwhelming because is him. Because a lot of things about him are a mystery still and you are about to unlock them all right now.
âThose are cute,â Hanna says.
âAh, yes. I⊠these are for you,â a bouquet is presented on your line of vision. Is not big nor too much, the perfect size to be a nice present and it lets you admire the flowersâ beauty. âHappy birthday.â
âYou didn't have to.â
âYou don't like it?â If you weren't so focused on your own nerves you'd have noticed the ones on his voice.
âI do.â You quickly say. It's cute. The lavender mixed with two types of white flowers you don't recognize but you love the look of, mostly the one that looks like little stars. âIs really pretty. Thank you.â
âI'll bring you a drink,â Jungkook says, and looking at him you know he needs one himself. You could actually kill him after this.
âWait, where is the restroom?â Asks Hanna and your eyes lift from your present so fast your neck almost hurts, but she is quickly disappearing in the direction Jungkook points her to.
And that's what you get for keeping everything a secret from your best friend. Karma as its finest.
âPff,â you breathe, sinking into your seat.Â
âI can go if you want me to,â Yoongi says softly at your side.
âWhat? No, no isââ you try to explain is not him. Nothing is wrong actually. Everything is perfect and you're totally not freaking out.
âYou haven't looked my way,â does he sounds hurt? âIs alright. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just thought⊠I don't know. JK invited me weeks ago and then I found out who you were,â you cringe at that, knowing he most likely means when he listened to your audio. âI figured I'd take the chance and meet you.â
âWhy? I mean. Don't you feel uncomfortable because of theâŠâ finishing your sentence feels unnecessary and saying it at loud is embarrassing.
âThe fact that you watch my videos?â
âI swear I only watched like three and I don't do that with all of them is justâ Are you laughing?â Finally you turn to him, a smirk playing on his lips.
âSorry, sorry. But is that supposed to make me feel better?âÂ
You don't answer.Â
âOf course I don't mind.â He leans in, "If you sound that cute, I'll let you watch all of them for free.â
Breath caughts on your throat, looking at him with big round eyes. His face is right there and you try to take it all in. Clean shaved, jawline not too harsh and with soft features, crested moon shaped brown eyes, pink lips, and the way they curve up when he catches you staring at them.
âI don't want to go, but if you want me to, I'll do it.â he backs out, and somehow you can tell he is genuine.
âStay.â
After dinner and some chatting, Jungkook offers to drive Hanna home and Yoongi takes you to his place. Itâs fancy, looks like taken out of a magazine and you tell him exactly that. He asks you if you want to judge his room too and with a laugh you tell him yes, because honestly, you're curious now.
You tell him it doesn't look too cozy and suggest investing in a nice blanket, he raises an eyebrow at you and finally you confess you're an interior designer by day. He tells you he is a music producer. And then you talk about how and why each of you decided to join OF and what kind of things you have discovered you like during that journey.
âInteresting,â he says when you confess you started following him because of a hand picture you saw somewhere else. He has been playing with your fingers while you lay on his bed, is relaxing and you donât mind at all. âYou said you were going to sue me, should I even be this close?âÂ
âOh myââ you pull away, covering your face. And he laughs. âGo away.â
âNo, c'mon. It's cute.â He tries to turn your body to its side, but you don't give in. âLook at me, please.â
âNo. I can't.â
âWhy?â
âBecause no.â
He laughs again, hand on your hip, âBaby, please?â Head shake is your answer, âI'm sorry. Should I confess something too?âÂ
âYes.â
âLet's see,â he props himself on his elbow, looking at you even if you are still covered. âI knew about you before the audio.â
âYou did?â
âWell, Jungkook talks about you all the time and I was curious. I think it was the third time you guys collabed that I saw a picture and he mentioned your name on his page.â
âWhich picture?â You ask, uncovering half your face to look at him, he smiles.
âThe one with the books. You were holding one in front of you.â
You remember that. Like all your pictures with Jungkook, it was suggestive more than anything and in that one the pose made it look like you were touching yourself.
âAnd now I know what you sound like doing that,â he teases, âwonder if I'd be lucky enough to see it someday.â
âYou've to stay subscribed and see,â is your turn to have fun.
âShould I make another instruction video for you?â or maybe not. And before you cover yourself again, he holds your wrist, bracelet digging a little on your skin but not enough to actually hurt. âDon't. Let me see you.â
âYoongiâŠâ
âFuck. Don't say my name like that,â is only half joking, but he knows you can tell he wants you just as much. âCan I kiss you?âÂ
You nod and his lips touch yours in a millisecond. They are soft, but his movements are quick, and soon his tongue is asking for permission to enter your mouth. With a moan, you granted happily and hungry to taste him.Â
His hand goes back to your waist, only resting before squishing it gently. Your own hand traveling to his nape and bringing him closer, your chests touching.
In need of air you break the kiss, and instead of stopping, his mouth keeps working down your jaw and neck, âohhâŠâ you try to breathe, throwing your head back just enough to give him space. It feels so good you don't want to stop.
And he doesn't. He continues until he reaches the fabric of your dress, covering your chest. He imagines your little gold collar he saw in some pictures. He thinks about buying you one on silver to match his own jewelry or buying a chain for himself the color of yours. Anything would do, he just wants you to be his and for people to know.
âW-wait,â your voice brings him back, and he stops immediately, âdon't leave marks. At least not visible.â
âOkay, I can get creative.â A wink seals his promise and his hand moves to the buttons in the front of your dress, his lips following soon behind to attach themselves to the exposed skin. To your breast. He licks and kisses and when he reaches your nipple he flicks his tongue a few times.Â
That gets a good reaction from you, but he still asks âYou like that?â because it does good to his ego and the mid-erection on his pants.
You nod between whimpers and can feel his laugh through his chest resting on your stomach, âis that enough?â You look at him, the lust on his eyes and his stupid smirk on his lips when he frees your abused skin from his mouth, leaving a bruise on your breast. âIs my tongue enough to make you cum, doll?âÂ
And your pussy answers for herself. Legs impossibly close in search of some friction and, of course, Yoongi noticed.
âYou need something?â
âP-pleaseâŠâ
âTell me. I'll give you anything, baby.â His voice is raspy like on the videos you watch alone at night. Except is not through a screen and is actually directed to you. Is everything you wanted while touching yourself and for a second you wonder if it's really happening.
Running your hand through his hair you look at him, now lower on the bed and playing with the bottom of your dress while he waits for a sign between your folded legs, cheek against your thigh, letting you catch your breath.Â
âYoongi?âÂ
âHmm?â his hand stops on your leg, heavy and warm.
âTouch me, please.â
And you don't have to tell him twice. His hands roam your body, while he leaves kisses here and there. Too desperate to finish unbuttoning it, the bottom of your dress gets pooled at your waist, revealing the lilac lingerie he saw a picture of the other day.Â
âSo pretty,â he whispers, fingertips traising the embroidered details. It makes you shiver. âFuck, I can see how wet you are.â His movements travel south to the patch over your entrance, and you respond just as he expects, moaning.
And before you can get used to that, his tongue is on you, flat over the wet and thin fabric. âCan't wait to taste you properly,â sounds a lot like a promise.
Biting your lip, you contemplate asking him to hurry, to give you anything. To get rid of all of your clothes yourself.
But he knows exactly how to drive you crazy.Â
Moving your panties to the side with the help of his left hand, the fingers on his right one make an appearance again. Collecting your wetness and using it to rub over your pussy, only applying little pressure at first. Moans echo throughout his room once again, louder and this time in the company of a couple groans from him when he finally pushes in.Â
âO-oh⊠oh my,â
âThat's it. Let me hear your pretty sounds,â he encourages, letting you get used to the sensation before adding another one, his eyes on you the whole time. In the way you lick your lips before moaning, the way your hips move towards his hand asking to be fucked, the way your pussy wraps around his fingers.Â
â...more.â Is barely a whisper but he hears it, smiling at you.
âWant more? Is not enough?â
âNeed you, pleaseâÂ
And how can he say no to you when you look at him that way. Like he is the only one that can give you what you need, how you want.Â
His head disappears between your legs, mouth watering at the thought. He can't even deny he was waiting for you to ask him to eat you out, he would do it in a second, whenever you want, because âoh, god, you taste so sweet.âÂ
Feeling your legs closing he holds them back, pushing them against your torso with his free hand and squishing your soft skin just as tight as you are doing to his fingers. Thinking about how much force he would need to apply to leave a mark.
âF-fu⊠fuck. It, it feels so good, please.â
He is proud, lips curving lightly but without wanting to pull away to smile properly. His tongue laps at your entrance alongside his fingers, moving faster and faster, against that spot that makes your body tremble and makes the knot at the bottom of your abdomen want to scream.
âPlease, please, pleaseâŠâÂ
And he knows what that means. Knows you're close and just need a little push, and he gives it to you in the form of a âCum for me, baby.â
And you do. Head back and pussy tight around him, legs closing and hand pushing him away when his tongue keeps working, overstimulating and catching all that you give him.
âOh⊠myâŠâ you breath. Legs still shaking but feet finally on the mattress again.Â
He is standing at the end of his bed, one hand pushing his long hair back and the other unbuckling his belt, eyes on you while he takes you in. âWas that good?â He asks, you nod and he smiles matching yours. âGreat. You deserve it.âÂ
âYou want some help with that?âÂ
âWhat do you want?â Yoongi throws back, âYouâre the birthday girl, after all.â
Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, thoughts filled with ideas of the things you had wished to be able to do before, you watch him get rid of his jeans and boxers, his dick on full view for you. Only you. âCan I suck you off?â
Obviously, he can't say no, so he nods and you are quick to stand up, legs still feeling a bit weak after your orgasm, but it isn't a problem because as quick as your dress falls completely to the floor, you're kneeling in front of him, between his legs and hands on his tights.
You watch him stroke himself a couple times through gritted teeth, his other hand coming to cup your cheek as you get closer to his length. Saying you had been waiting for this wouldn't be an exaggeration, and without breaking eye contact you stick your tongue out, touching the blush tip slowly.Â
He sighed, as if he was, too, relieved at the contact. âSo pretty.âÂ
You push his hand away, taking his hardened length into your hand, only realizing then how big he actually is.
Tapping his dick on your tongue gets you a groan from him and you hum as you wrap your lips around the head, circling your tongue around it inside your mouth before letting go. He smiles at you, his chest moving fast as his breathing increases and his eyes are filled with lust. Your hand moves up and down when your mouth is not working, still wanting him to feel good.
Preparing yourself, you get closer again, taking more in and closing your eyes, adjusting to the girth.Â
âFuck,â he moans, thumb softly stroking your face as his hand moves to the back of your neck when you imitate the previous movements of your hand, going up and down, taking more and more into your mouth. âY-yeah, just like that.â
The encouragement helps the feeling on your lower abdomen to build in again, pussy squeezing around nothing and moaning around his dick, making Yoongi clench his jaw, bucking his hip up, and letting his grip go only at the last second. He wants to fuck your mouth so bad. Only watching your lips around him is driving him crazy and you feel oh, so warm.Â
âSo pretty, doll,â he compliments as you try to keep your eyes on him as much as possible, only closing them when he hits the back of your throat.Â
You come up, catching your breath as you let your hand do some more work. Collecting your spit and rubbing your thumb on his sensitive tip. He reacts just as you expect, groans and head tilted back slightly, with his hands on either side gripping the black sheets. And that gives you an idea.Â
âCan youâŠâ eyes are on you immediately, but you wish they weren't because that makes you shy and is even more difficult to ask.
âTell me, baby.â He pleads, âI'll give you anything, just ask.â
But is easier to show than tell, and your fingers grab around one of his wrists, positioning his hand on the back of your head. âJust⊠hold it.âÂ
âFuck.â He has to inhale quickly before nodding, are you reading his mind? âtap my thigh if it gets too much, okay?â
A nod of your own, licking your lips before taking his dick in your mouth once again, the simple weight of his hand being enough to encourage you to take more in and staying there a bit longer before bobbing your head.
Yoongi alternates between letting you follow your own peace and holding you down for a few more seconds every once in a while, finally letting himself slam his hips more harshly against your mouth and the back of your throat. His moans fill the air as he pushes into you. âfeels amazing⊠you take my cock so well.â You hum, making his hips fuck into you at the vibration, increasing the tension on his lower abdomen. âSuch a good girl.â
âI could fuck your pretty mouth all night,â he goes on, looking down at you and all the mess you've created between his legs. âOh f-fuck. What a beautiful sight.â opening your eyes makes the view even better, and he holds your head down, making you gag around his dick, âah⊠ahâŠâ he lets go, not wanting to come just yet.
And it might be the first time you see him and his beautiful dick in person, but SugaDâs last video is fresh on your mind, âhow could it not after the anxiety of him finding outâ so you remember he likes to hold back. And is hot. But he is right, is your birthday celebration and you don't want to play by his rules.
âAre you close?â the hoarseness in your voice is surprising for a second, but you don't have time to think about how it's most likely going to hurt tomorrow because he is fixing your hair behind your ears with a devious smile on his beautiful face.
âWant me to come in your pretty mouth?â
âNo.â He raises an eyebrow at the quickness of your answer. âI have an idea.â
Standing up, your knees thank you, only realizing then you'll also have to deal with that later, being so in your head while giving head, the weight of having him in your mouth a priority, that you didn't even care until then.Â
You're back laying on his bed, pulling Yoongi to be in front of you, between your legs. âIs going to be embarrassingly fast if you ask me to fuck you right now.â
And for a second you consider it. Because he is not saying no and because he looks so good like this, hands reaching down to hold your waist and bring you closer to him down the bed. But you shake your head no. âYou ruined my plans today,â feeling the need to justify your pervy desires you explain, âI was supposed to take pics today for my birthday post, so now you have to help.â
âYou want me to take pictures of you?â also not saying no, just clarifying, and you can see in the lust of his gaze he likes the idea.
âI want you to do something first,â shyness invades again but looking down at his hardened length is enough to deliver the message, âand then take a picture. If you want.â
Yoongi is close to you again, bending down to kiss you with a âfuck yes, I want to.â His dick is resting over your pelvis, and you can't help the involuntary thrust your own body does. It feels heavy, and warm, and just so perfect. And when he thrust his hips, frotting against yours, you can't take it.
âY-yoongi,â and he does it again and again, and soon you're cumming by just the feeling and the thought of how would it be to be actually fucked by him, how much would he reach inside you, making you feel so full and âOhhh⊠ohâ
He holds you and kisses down your neck as you come down your high a second time, before kneeling once more at the end of the bed. âYou look so fucking precious, baby,â he notes, hand wrapping around his dick once more.
âYou look great too,â you offer, biting your lip before letting honesty take over shyness, âI finally get to see you.â
âYou been thinking about it?â He knows exactly what you mean. The reason he cuts it off his videos isn't just for privacy, is to give people something to wish for, to yearn.
You nod.
âBaby wants to see me cum?â Another nod, lost for words, but he is not having it. âTell me.â
âYoongiâŠâ
âC'mon, baby. Tell me,â he taps his dick over your clothed pussy. Once, twice. Making your body jump at each touch. He teases the tip over your over-sensitive area and then taps again. Honestly, is hard to tell if he is teasing you or himself, but either works.
âI-I want to see you, please.â
His wrist moves in a faster rhythm, his other hand resting on your leg because he just needs to touch you. âYeah? I'm going to cum,â he pants, âand you're going to show people how gorgeous you look covered on it.âÂ
You really don't know how much he loves the idea of that, how much he wants to show the world you let him ruin you, how you whisper âplease, please,â as he finishes, head thrown back and your name escaping his lips on a moan, shooting white over your naked stomach.
But you can imagine, his victory smile gives him away. And the way he keeps complimenting you all the while grabbing his phone and snapping picture after picture just confirms it.
But you can judge Yoongi too harshly, it does something to you as well. It helps your confidence and a proud smile matches his as he tells you people are going to hate him if you really post this on your page. And that newfound confidence tells you is going to be the first time you click upload without second-guessing yourself.
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requested: Could I request an Italian Bach imagine inspired by Arthurâs vlog to Jezza Clarksons farm?? Maybe on that trip or maybe they just go on a cute little remote trip in the country farm? In their own private cabin (maybe a hot tub on the deck?đ) I feel like Bach is always a great bf but when heâs with friends heâs in his comedy/entertaining mindset so itâs subtle sweet gestures whereas when itâs just them heâs super clingy and boldly romantic
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italianbach me and my 2 boyfriends were invited down to the lovely Diddly Squat Farm to experience farm life and preview #/ClarksonsFarm season 3! Huge thank you to primevideouk for the invite!
y/nstagram and where are my pic creds? âł italianbach sorry who are you? âł y/nstagram oh, you're sleeping in one of the other huts tonight âł italianbach babe no george's snoring will interrupt my beauty sleep :(((( âł y/nstagram too bad didnt ask xx âł italianbach now look what you've done georgeclarkeey arthurtv âł georgeclarkeey wtf did we do?????? âł italianbach idk be sexy or something?
fan bach not even posting his gf but has time to post these two muppets
fan we want y/n!!!!!! â„ïž y/nstagram
fan george please give me a chance
fan arthur wrapping his arms around his two little omegas, we love a true alpha âł arthurtv what the fuck âł georgeclarkeey can't tell if i'm offended by being called an omega... âł italianbach i am?? we all know i'm a beta!!
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You were surprised to have been invited along to the Clarkson's Farm premiere alongside Arthur, George and Isaac. You didn't really have a following, mostly people coming from Isaac's constant posts about you to see who his girlfriend was.
The coach ride there had certainly been... something. Arthur annoyed the others by vlogging the entire thing, constantly asking Isaac and George to repeat their jokes so he could catch it on camera and having to redo shot after shot when the footage came out shaky or his finger had been covering the mic at the bottom of his phone.
You'd chosen to sit behind the group of lads, plugging your headphones in to play a small town farmer romance audiobook. If you're going to be subjected to dirt and the trio for the weekend, you were going to take advantage and daydream about a buff farmer sweeping you off your feet.
Isaac made sure to keep an eye on you, well aware that you were too engrossed in your audiobook to notice him. Knowing you were slightly camera shy as well, often choosing to be behind the lens and film his tiktoks, he chose to text you instead of drawing attention to you, conscious of the fact that Arthur could whip out his phone for another vlog clip at any moment.
Midway through the first meeting of the MC and the strong, beefy farmer, your phone lit up. At the top of the screen, you saw a few Instagram notifications and two texts from your boyfriend.
Isaac <3 You ok babe? x We should be stopping at Oxford services in about 20 minutes x
Looking up at your boyfriend, his attention was half on you and half on George who was, once again, jokingly shouting at Arthur who had asked him to repeat himself for the 20th time since you'd stepped onto the coach. Smiling briefly at the trio, you looked back down at your phone to reply.
My Love <3 I'm good angel xx May nip in and grab a sandwich or something, I'm kinda hungry :( x
Two seconds after the read receipt appeared beneath your message, a hand thrust a packet of Malteasers between the seat gaps. Grabbing the packet from your boyfriend, you sent him a grateful smile, quickly tucking into the chocolate.
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After a day of trekking back and forth across farm land, cudding cute little piglets and being stuffed full of the most gorgeous food and wine Clarkson's Farm had to offer, you and Isaac say goodbye to George and Arthur, waving them off as you walk up the little path to your cabin.
Despite it being later on in the day, the sun was still shining thanks to the British summertime. You immediately open your suitcase, grabbing a bikini and swapping your muddy tracksuit bottoms and band top you'd stolen from Isaac at some point. Isaac catches onto your thinking, also grabbing some trunks from his suitcase and changing into them.
You grab the bottle of champagne gifted by Prime Video and open the back patio doors which lead to small set of patio chair and a large hot tub.
Whilst Isaac double checks that the front door is locked, you slide into the water, sighing as the warmth soothes your aching muscles. It had been a while since you had spent this long on your feet and the last time you checked your watch, you'd done 35,000 steps.
Closing your eyes, you allow yourself a moment of silence, taking in the faraway bleats of the sheep in the meadow opposite your cabin. A warm breeze flows through the air, making a few stray hairs on your face sway gently.
You hear the doors behind you open and close and an affronted noise comes from your boyfriend. Cracking one eye open, you look back to see him frowning at you in the hot tub.
"What's up, babe?" You already know, but it's sweet to see how clingy Isaac gets when it's just the two of you.
"Budge up." He queues up a playlist on his phone, connecting it to the outside speaker before stepping into the hot tub, staring at you with a playful pout.
You comply, moving to the side so he can sit in your spot. As he settles down, one arm snakes around your waist, lifting you up and dragging you onto his lap under the water. His other arm joins the first, a strong interlink ensuring you won't go anywhere. Not that you'd want to.
"Better?" Grinning up at him, you slide your hand to rest at the base of his neck, fingers tangling in the chocolate brown curls there.
Isaac hums in lieu of a verbal response, face coming to rest in the curve of your neck. Feather light kisses trace along your skin, starting at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, trailing up to below your ear.
You giggle at the sensation, twirling the strands of hair entangled in your fingers round and round as he playfully nips your ear lobe once before pulling away. You untangle your fingers from his hair, moving your hand to the front to swipe his fringe away slightly to get a good look at him.
His eyes seem to twinkle in the now fading sunlight as he takes a moment to trace over your face. "You're so beautiful."
You can feel the blush rising hot up your neck, splaying out dusty pink on your cheeks. Even after being with him for so long, he still manages to fluster you every time he calls you beautiful. Normally, it's a throwaway comment, something he mentions whilst in the middle of something else. But here, just the two of you in the quiet British countryside, your heart seems to skip a beat, thumping a clumsy rhythm in your chest.
Wrinkling your nose to hide the way the statement made you feel, you run a finger gently across his cheekbone, dragging it softly down his cheek to the corner of his jaw. "And you're handsome."
His eyes are glued to your cheeks, smile widening as the blush only deepens, now crimson pink and burning hot. "I mean it. I know I say it a lot, but right here, in this moment, you're ethereal. I'm just so lucky you finally agreed to date me. Knowing that I get to wake up everyday and see you when you first wake up, that I get to walk into any room you're in and watch your face light up when you see me, and that I get to fall asleep holding you every night... Honestly, I don't think I could ask for a better life."
Your eyes are lined with unshed tears, mouth trembling as words of adoration spill from your boyfriends lips. He's a known secret romantic, you had the anniversary cards filled with paragraph after paragraph of him waxing poetic about you; but to hear it come directly from him, his voice warm and syrup soaked, your heart beat another treacherous beat, yearning to burst out and reach for the man below you.
"Isaac... I love you. So much." Your hand cups his cheek, thumb rubbing lightly over the skin below. "I couldn't ask for a better life either. This is the best relationship I have ever been in, and I have you to thank for that. Thank you for showing me a love I only thought was possible in movies."
Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to his lips, revelling in the delighted hum it pulls from your boyfriend. His arms wrap tighter around you, twisting you in a way so the two of you are chest to chest. He pulls you in deeper, mouth warm and insistent against your own.
When it feels like he's pulled every last bit of breath from your lungs, he pulls away slightly, murmuring a soft "I love you too" as he presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You move your head to rest in the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth of the water and your boyfriend's body as the sun sets slowly behind you.
You're almost lulled to sleep, cocooned in the arms of your lover. Isaac's hands move in a repeated rhythm along your back, dragging up and down in slow circles as he hums along to the song playing softly from the speaker in the corner.
Before you can drift off, he mutters just loud enough to be heard over the bubbling of the hot tub. "Wanna go in the pool tomorrow?"
Nuzzling down further into the crook of his neck, you nod your head lightly, already smiling at whatever stupid Tiktok's he'll make you film. "Fuck yeah."
His chest vibrates with laughter in response and you close your eyes, pressing one last kiss to the skin beneath your lips as the two of you welcome the sky full of stars.
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a/n: first italianbach fic ! welcome to my gaggle of men mr isaac xo first of the ac3may hc's and my lil fingies are flying working through the rest !
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hey! i love love your work, and i was wondering if i could request a chris sturniolo x fem!reader?
maybe reader is also a well known influencer, or an actress or something of the sort, and thereâs rumours about her and chris being together that they havenât really confirmed?
but they are dating and sheâs on live one day and he calls her like an intimate pet name, or just overall says something that shows they are in fact together and like the comments on the live just go crazy and stuff and shes like telling chris sheâs on live or whatver
im so sorry if this doesnt make sense đđ
stop bc i requested pretty much this same thing to another author (on wattpad) a few months back, so when i read this request it was such an "i made it" moment (i love u sm, you're just like me fr fr)
baby - c.s
pairings: chris sturniolo x reader
summary: chris accidentally calls reader 'baby' while she's on live, revealing to the whole world that they're dating/
warning(s): fluff, reader calling chris bro đ
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i'm sitting on the couch, watching tv, bored out of my mind.
then an idea hits me, i could go on live!
i used to go live a lot with the triplets, but only on their account, so it would be fun to go live on mine.
i open instagram and click the live button, watching the stream fill with thousands of people
"holy shit that's a lot of people" i say with a nervous laugh
"uhh i guess i'll answer any questions anyone has! so feel free to ask anything!" i add, smiling
i read through the comments, lots of them asking where the triplets are
i can't help but notice seeing a few asking if me and chris are dating.
fortunately, those allegations are true! but we've decided to keep it quiet for, just for now.
still, thereâs only so much one can hide from the public
and although me and chris haven't said anything, i think everybody knows anyway.
people can see our glances, our gestures, how close we are, it's all pretty obvious.
i answer a few questions like my favorite singer, when my next video is coming out, podcast stuff with the triplets, and just some other various topics.
suddenly i hear the door unlock, looking over at it, but not really caring.
maybe i can get whichever triplet that is to join my live.
chris walks in and i smile in his direction
"hey baby" he says and my expression immediately drops.
i look at him, PALE.
(absolutely terrified to look back at the screen)
"what?" he says, walking closer, i turn my head to the screen, anticipating my death.
i let out a sigh of relief seeing the comments
@ssturniolo BABY???
@strniolo AWWWWWWWW
@lvrsparadise GOODBYE I LOVE THEM.
@ellieswifie this is such a chris and y/n mistake đ
@lavieenvalentina i'm so happy for them i'll cry
(shoutout to everyone tagged ILY<;3)
as i'm reading the comments, i smile, chris hovering over me reading them too
suddenly he hugs me from behind, squeezing me tight
"chris!" i say laughing
"let me go bro" i whine
"you did not just call me bro" he says, immediately stopping
his death glare makes me laugh
"consider it payback for you calling me baby on live" i say laughing
(him clearly not amused)
"okay fine fine im sorry, guys it's all okay he's not my bro please let me redeem myself" i say joking on the last part
me and chris stay on live for another 30 minutes, answering questions about how we got together and just stuff about our relationship.
"bye guys we love you!!" i say, ending the live
i close out of insta, putting my phone down with an exhausted sigh
"so?" i mumble, anticipating chris's response
"so? so nothing" he say's with a smile and i face palm
"chris! we just told like, the world that we're dating" i laugh
"yeah, and i'm happy about it, like honestly i can't think of a better way it could've happened" he says
we both look at eachother and burst out laughing
"we're a little interesting thats for sure" i say
"i can't believe we tell the world we're dating ON ACCIDENT and then you start calling me bro" chris says, making me laugh harder
"i was nervous! im sorry!" i yell with my hands up in defense
"yeah yeah, it's fine" he says, wrapping his arms around me
"bro" he adds on
"chris i swear to god-"
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~Partner in crime~ Part 2
Part 1 Part 3
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Gender:soft, cute, young Melissa, friends to lovers, slow burn
Warnings:I don't think so
Summary :When they send you to work back in your home town, you start to recall all your memories from your teen years involving the redhead.
-"Soooo..."-the redhead looked at you squinting her eyes to see you better in the middle of the night-"why all your family are assholes? I was able to hear from across the street their screams after you came back from my house... Are you okay?" - she asked and you saw a sincere worry in her eyes. You nodded with your mouth full of the ice cream that she brought to your roof-"I need more than that... I will tell you a secret if you tell me how you truly feel, deal?" - You thought for a minute about what she proposed and nodded again eating more ice cream-"Okey... My secret is, that I actually came here to check if you were okay, no to get away from my siblings to eat that ice cream by myself... If that would have been my true reason, I would have lost because you are eating all of it"-she joked looking how much ice cream you ate and you laughed a little embarrassed
-"They just scream at me because I'm the black sheep of the family I guess... I'm the one that doesn't fit in in their lifes and they make sure I feel that every day. They have their perfect family between her, my dad and their kids and I just don't belong there, I've tried to, but they don't want me here"-You muttered and Mel looked at you with intensity. If there was one thing you hadn't gotten to know in these few hours with her, it was how good she was at reading people, and even though what you said was true, she was able to see that you were hiding a lot of it.
-"Their kids? Those assholes are your dad's kids too?"-she found new information in the way that you were talking
-"Yeah..."-you simply said and she frowned
-"I know we just meet, but you can trust me... Maybe talking will make you feel better" - she put a comforting hand on your knee smiling softly at you, and you could felt the warm through your clothes. You signed and stared at the ice cream that was in your hands. The night was a little bit warm and her hand too, but the cold from the ice cream and the chill breeze gave you a nice contrast on the palms of your hands sending a little chill through your body. All of that, the warm night, the cold breeze, her soft smile, the quiet of the night, the high of the house and her soft voice made you feel at peace and safe, safe enough to trust a almost completely stranger
-"Dad used to be a truck driver, for years he led a double life, he had two houses in different places, two cars, two wives and two families... Mom and I were the spare ones, mom was only his fiancé and my stepmother was married to him long before we appeared on the picture. He had a son with her, after two years, I was born in the other house with my mother, and a year after I was born, he had another son with his wife. My mother was very sick and when we found out that he had another family, she did not have enough strength to resist the news and died. I wanted to stay and live with my grandmother, but she was in a nursing home, and although I offered to take care of her if they let me take her home, the state didn't allowed it because I was a minor... So I had to live with my dad and his other family because my dad's wife forgave him after she found that that my mom died... That's why they hate me, because I'm a living and waking reminder of my dad's affairs"-You said taking a even bigger spoon of ice cream than before. Melissa stared at your face, she didn't know what she was waiting for you to tell her, but it certainly wasn't that.
-"Wow... I'm sorry... I..." - she was trying to find something to say
-"It's okay... I'm about to turn 17, just a few more months after that to turn 18 and I will be able to go live on my own" - You answer finishing the ice cream
-"You can come to my house whenever you need or want, my nana and mom really loved you and they couldn't stop talking about what a nice girl you are" - she said trying to confort you and you smiled softly at her.
After that night, many more moments together came and you could no longer imagine or remember what your life was like without her presence.
You eating at her house became a regular thing and her family treated you as if you were one of them, even when the redhead was not there, they still invited you to dinner or movie night. The weeks began to pass quickly and before you knew it, summer vacation was over and it was time to start at your new school, while you were nervous about that new beginning, knowing that Melissa and some of her siblings would be there calmed your anxiety a bit.
-"Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?" - she asked sitting on your bed eating some chips
-"Yes, I was thinking about using some jeans and a open green shirt over a black muscle, what do you think?" - You asked showing her the hanger with the clothes
-"I think it's really cute... Hey, that green shirt isn't mine? I thought Marie had took it..."-she asked narrowing her eyes to you
-"It's yours, you forgot it that time you stayed here to sleep while my parent were traveling with my brothers, remember? Now it's mine" - You put the clothes back in the closet before she could take it from your hands
-"It's okay... It will probably look better on you than me" - she said and went to your bathroom to wash her hands-"I have to go home to sleep before it gets more late, see you tomorrow?" - The redhead opened your window ready to go outside and climb the tree down. You stared at her, the thought of going to that new school made you more nervous than you wanted to admit
-"Mel?" - she looked at you-"Can you stay tonight with me? I'm too nervous to sleep alone..."-your voice was weak and that broke her heart, she smiled and closed the window
-"Of course, we can't allow you to spend your first day of school without having slept well... Lend me some sleepwear" - she said quickly taking off the things she was wearing.
That night, the redhead wrapped her arms around you, whispering some jokes and sweet things to calm your nerves until you could fall asleep.
Mel and you were only friends, very good ones, or that's what you thought until the next day when school began.
As soon as the day began, Melissa, her siblings and you, all went together while the redhead drove. The day started with a guided tour of the school and some simple classes with repeated introductions mentioning your name, where you came from and the things you liked.
It wasn't until lunchtime that you saw Melissa's siblings again, they invited you to eat with them when they saw you wandering around the yard looking for a place to sit.
While you were eating the limited options offered by the cafeteria and wondering where the redhead was, you saw her enter the lunch court next to a boy, although she was also with other classmates, he was closer to her than everyone else. Apparently your brow furrowed more than usual as Marie immediately began to explain who was he
-"That's Larry... And her other school friends...he likes Melissa and everyone knows it, they don't date because Mel hasn't said yes, but she doesn't say no either, so he keeps wandering around her until the day when she finally say yes... He is a nice guy but a little pusher, he give us chocolate and stuff trying to get our approval and hoping that we will tell nice stuff about him to Mel, hopefully that what we say will help her change her mind quicker, but we only eat the stuff and don't say anything to her"-The younger sister explained eating some stuff of her plate.
Your eyes were fixed on the redhead, barely listening to what her sister was saying. Melissa was a beautiful woman, an amazing body and her always perfect red hair, and in addition to being perfect physically, she had incredible intelligence and was very funny. It wasn't surprising that she had tons of guys behind her... It didn't surprise you, but it did bother you... Why?
You were lost in thought when someone blocked the light coming from the window, when you looked up, the redhead was in front of you and next to her the annoying and insistent Larry. Melissa sat next to you smiling and Larry looked at you hoping that you would move a little so that he could take a place next to the redhead
-"How is your first day going hon?... Can you move a little bit so Larry can sit with us, please?"-she asked pushing you lightly with her hip. She wanted to make room for him on her other side, but you understood that what she wanted was for you to get farther from her so he could sit between you two, and that hurt, you didn't knew why, but it hurt more that it should have and you started to feel a lump in your throat
-"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry anymore to finish what I had, I will use the free time to go around and see the school" - You said getting up from the table and taking your tray of food, leaving your table and seat free for the insistent guy that quickly sat down on your place.
Melissa looked at you in confusion as you left the food hall without looking back.
On the way home you were very quiet and decided to sit in the back seat instead of being her co-pilot as you had been in the morning.
At dusk the redhead came to see you at your house since you were acting very strange since the school day started , but your father told her that you felt a little under the weather and that you had gone to bed without eating. Without giving up, she said goodbye to your father and climbed the tree until she reached your window. After insistent knocks without response, she entered your room since part of the window was open, but she did not find you there, so she decided to climb to the roof. Finding you finally lying on the ceiling, looking up at the sky in silence. Quietly, she sat next to you, looking at your face and discovering how lost and sad your gaze looked
-"Hey kiddo... I brought you some lasagna..." - she looked at you but you didn't looked back at her
-"How did you knew I was here?"-You asked, looking at the starts very lost
-"You always come here when you get sad or need space... What is going on? Someone did something to you at school? Tell me who and I will kill them" - she always said stuff like that, you didn't knew if she was capable of that, but you weren't trying to find out. Sighing you turned to look at her
-"I just miss my mom and nana... That's all... I wish they were here to help me with my head and thouths... It was a weird first day" -you said really low and she frowned
-"I know you miss them... And I know it's not the same, but you are not alone, I'm here to help too, what is going on? What are you feeling?" - she said worried and you sighed again
-"This school is very diferent, everything is different and I feel so out of place... There were so many people and you seemed to have many friends... They seem really interested in you, specially Larry... I mean, I get it, you are really pretty, but he seemed to be invading your personal space a lot... What I'm trying to say is... I... I thought that today we were going to spend more time together, but you seemed really interested in other people and that shocked me a little... You are my safe space and it was hard being away and alone..."-You were talking a little weird, like trying to choose carefully your words. Mel though you had jealousy because she drag attention of other people, she didn't knew it was jealousy because you actually liked her... Or maybe it was jealousy and fear, you weren't so sure about what you were feeling honestly
-"Hey... I won't let you alone because I have other friends, I promise... Also it's okay to have another friends and you will find new ones too, but not matter what, at the end of the day, in this roof, we will always find each other. Okay?.. I promise"-she talked softly trying to help you feel better, but her answers only raised more questions inside you
-"Mel?" - You whispered and she raised her eyebrows paying attention to you- "have you ever been in love?-your question took her by surprise and she took a few minutes to think about it
-"I had a few dates and one boyfriend, but I don't know if that was love, I didn't liked him that much... But mom always says that love comes in many forms, that love makes you feel safe, happy... Sometimes it also hurts and makes you cry. But it makes you feel alive and it's worth living, if it hurts you, you learn and if it makes you happy, it gaves you reasons to live... Why? Do you like someone? Who is it?"-she looked at you really interested
-"I don't know yet... I never felt like this before, sometimes I feel sad and sometimes happy and sometimes my tummy hurts..." - you said looking at her eyes, those where the most beautiful eyes you have seen in your whole life
-"Maybe it's gas" - she joked and you laughed-"That's the smile I missed... Look, I don't know how loves feels or what to do with it, but I will help you with everything I can and I promise to always have food to make your tummy happy again, okay?" - she asked hugging you and you nooded smiling, hiding in her neck, feeling happy and calmer. You didn't knew it yet, but years later you realized that by that time you were already in love with her, but you didn't knew what love was or how it felt, so while you were trying to figure your feelings for her, you decided to stay by her side, having those safe moments on the top of the house eating her delicious food and making each other laugh.
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Presents (Part 3)
Part 1 Part 2
Summary: Hiding important information from her mate is unacceptable.
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A/n: for my whore @thehighladywrites because she wont leave me and this fic alone đ
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"So? Is it true?"
Y/n glanced up at Nesta as she placed her cup on the table, one brow raised in question. "Is what true?"
The breeze caught strands of stray hair around Nesta's face as she, along with Feyre and Mor, sat under the shade outside a cafe opposite the Sidra.
"The rumours."
Y/n blinked, then turned to Feyre as she began choking. "What have you fed her Feyre?"
"I did nothing!" Feyre coughed. "Other than maybe let it slip that..." She glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then leaned in. "Autumn court males have fire in their veins."
Now it was Y/n's turn to choke on the piece of cake she had taken a bite of. Nesta grinned wide as Mor shook her head, knowing she was about to get the details.
Once Y/n could breathe again, she sighed. "I mean... the straightforward answer would be... yes."
Nesta grinned like a child. "Yes?"
Y/n's cheeks heated. "Yes."
"So like, what? He shoots fire into you?" Mor questioned, making Nesta cackle at the way Y/n glanced around frantically.
"Mor! Everyone in Velaris will find out if you keep yelling like that!"
Despite Mor's dislike of Lucien initially, she had come around and become fond of Y/n's mate, having never had the chance to get to know him before.
The three females kept looking at Y/n expectantly. Sighing, Y/n rubbed her brows before she spoke. "He... he can heat it up... you know? As for shooting fire, I've never asked him about it. But he can heat his whole body up. He's always so nice and warm, I love cuddling with him-"
"Okay that's nice and all, but I don't care about you and him fucking cuddling. Tell me, what's your favourite position."
"Oh my god." Y/n's palms came up to cover her whole face, sighing. She was moments away from throwing herself into the sidra if it meant she could avoid answering their questions.
"Leave her alone Nesta." Feyre laughed. "You can get the details later when you two are alone."
Y/n nodded. "I'll tell you everything Nesta, write a book for you if you want, just not here."
Nesta grumbled a little, but she shut up.
Silence, comfortable and welcome, settled over the table, and Y/n had finished drinking her coffee before anyone spoke again.
The silence was definitely better, because once Mor opened her mouth, Y/n knew she would end up killing somebody before nightfall.
"How does Lucien have autumn fire if he was not sired by Beron?"
Y/n glanced up at Mor, about to laugh, but then her eyes snagged on Feyre, who looked like she had seen a ghost.
Y/n smiled, confused. "What are you talking about?"
Feyre glanced at Y/n, looking oh so helpless before glaring at Mor.
"It's just an assumption I made. I'm sure it's nothing."
Y/n straightened. "What assumption Feyre."
She swallowed. "I- I just thought that maybe Lucien was not Beron's offspring."
Y/n blinked. "And why is that?"
Sighing, Feyre slumped in her seat. "Y/n... I think Lucien was fathered by Helion."
Y/n laughed. But when no one laughed, Y/n looked around at them, the realisation that this was not a joke settling in.
"So you're not kidding. How long have you known?"
"Since the High Lord's meeting before the war."
Y/n stared at her sister in law before standing. "Who else knew?"
"Not me!" Nesta stood too, coming around to stand next to Y/n.
Despite the situation, Y/n nearly laughed.
"So everyone else?"
Feyre stared at Y/n, then turned her eyes to the cake in the center of the table. "I told Rhys, Mor found out through her powers."
Y/n hummed, her eyes going to the knife on the table.
Should I...
No.
Yes.
The knife was in Y/n's hand before she could blink, and in the next breath, she had stabbed it into the soft cake.
Both Feyre and Mor flinched, their wide eyes swinging to Y/n, who smiled at them, letting her powers show in her eyes.
People were now watching, so Y/n knew it best to keep it down and pretend nothing was wrong, but she also could not let it go as she leaned in.
"I hope you know Feyre, you might be family, but to me, my mate comes before my brother's, and I will not hesitate to show you exactly that." Y/n turned her head to glare at Mor. "He comes before anyone else, and withholding such important information from him was a very... not nice thing to do."
Y/n finally smiled again, wide, and straightened, looking as if nothing was wrong and she hadn't just threatened the high lady of the night court.
"See you later ladies. Maybe never." The last part Y/n mumbled under her breath, but she was almost sure they had still heard her.
She turned to Nesta, who smirked at her before the two walked off, leaving a very stunned crowd behind.
Lucien needs to know this.
After long moments of silent trekking toward Rhysand's newest house, Nesta spoke up.
"Did you mean it? The maybe never part?"
Y/n glanced at Nesta, then sighed as she wrapped her hand around Nesta's forearm. "I'm just so tired Nesta. Tired of them treating him like he not worth anything, like he's a child. Like he does not need to know anything unless it benefits them."
"I'm glad you're standing up for him. He certainly is a good male. He deserves someone like you."
Y/n nodded, smiling as the River house came into view. "I don't think I'll be able to avoid them forever, but maybe I'll try to be away for long enough that they understand I wasn't bluffing."
Nesta seemed to be lost in thought. "Do you think he will be okay when he finds out about his father?"
Y/n shook her head, worry starting to gnaw at her heart. "I don't know. I just hope he doesn't take it the wrong way."
Nesta nodded, patting Y/n's hand. "I'm sure he will live." Y/n let out a soft laugh at that. Trust Nesta to make her friends feel better. "Are you going to move to day court then? Because I don't think living in Velaris would be very fun after what just happened."
Y/n sighed, rubbing her eyes.
Guess we'll have to wait and see.
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Poking her head into the living room, all Y/n found was her brother, hunched over as he put Nyx into his crib. Y/n frowned.
"Brother? You seen Lucien?"
He glanced at er as he straightened. "He is in the back yard with Cassian and Azriel."
Y/n blinked. "Oh."
Rhys smiled, walking over. "Have fun on your girls day?"
Y/n sighed. "You could say that."
His brows furrowed. "Did something happen?"
Y/n thought about it for a second, then decided to tell him just as the door to the house opened and Mor and Feyre stepped in.
"Can I have a word with you? In private."
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"Look, I know my reaction was probably a little exaggerated, but-"
"I don't think it was."
Y/n stilled, looking at him from where she had been pacing in front of he desk he sat on. "You don't?"
"No."
Y/n blinked at her brother, dumbstruck.
"If I found you hid my mate's real parentage a secret from me, I would be mad too. Lucien has a right to know."
Y/n stared at him, then sighed, settling down into one of the chairs in front of him. "I just- it felt like a betrayal, knowing one of his closest friends kept such a big secret from him."
Rhys nodded, standing to round the table and walk over to Y/n. "I'm sorry I kept it from him too. I would have revealed it, but it felt somehow wrong to be one to disclose such important information when we weren't that close, and then Feyre also thought it best to keep it from him, and I didn't want to come in between the two of them."
Y/n had just opened her mouth to respond, but the door to the office opened. "Y/n?"
Lucien poked his head in, a huge smile splitting his face when his eyes me hers. She grinned back at him, a small widening of her lips.
"I'm tired, you want to go home?"
Y/n nodded, standing. She turned to Rhys, giving him a tight hug as she spoke directly into his mind.
See you later brother.
You're not mad at me?
Y/n grinned up at him, his eyes glittering as he looked down at his sister. No.
Thank the mother.
Y/n laughed as she pulled away, smacking his arm. She quickly leaned on her toes to kiss his cheek, then turned away, hurrying to where Lucien was waiting for her.
"Let's go home my love." By the smirk on Lucien's face, it was evident that he had something completely different in mind than what Y/n had planned.
Mother help me.
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"Lucien?" Y/n called out as he began walking toward their bedroom, and he halted, glancing at her. The ponytail his hair had been gathered into swung around with him, and Y/n tracked its movements to avoid looking at him.
"Yes my love?"
With a deep breath, Y/n began. "I... have something to tell you. Do you want to know now or-"
"I'm listening." He smiled encouragingly, his eyes flirtatious.
Y/n shook her head fondly, walking over to wrap her arms around his neck. "It might ruin your mood."
He pulled her closer by the waist, resting his forehead on hers. "Then better tell me now, because then I can go to sleep and forget about it."
Y/n thought about it, then nodded. "I don't know how to begin though."
"Just tell me."
"Lucien..." Y/n sighed, closing her eyes. "Beron... he isn't your father."
Fuck.
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Dangerous Liaisons
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~2.5k
Warnings:Â angst, prison!loki
Summary:Â You do your best to make sure the prisoners of the prison you work at get the utmost care that you can give them. The prison gets a new inmate, one that you see yourself connecting with.
Squares Filled:Â prison au (2021) for @lokibingo
Authorâs Note:Â any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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You leave the prisonerâs cell with a heavy sigh. Most of the time, you like your job because that means youâre healing people but not when they try and kill you, too. This American prison is one of the worst in the country because it houses the worst of the worst, the most dangerous individuals known to man. Your brother often tells you that you should quit and work in the hospital he works at, but you actually like it here as weird as it sounds.
Some of the prisoners are a menace that makes you want to quit your job, but there are other prisoners who think of prison as a rehab and try to get better. Theyâre still the most dangerous men due to the nature of their crimes, but at least theyâre trying to become better.
Youâre here to nurse anyone back to health because believe it or not, there are a lot of stabbings that happen here. You do your best to take care of the inmates as much as you can without letting the job affect you that much. Mental health is just as important.
You walk back to your station in the middle of the prison where the other nurses are gossiping. You try not to participate in the gossip especially when it comes to the other inmates, but itâs hard not to when you work so closely with one another.
âWhat are you two whispering about?â you ask.
âDid you hear? Weâre getting another inmate.â
âReally? Aren't we at capacity?â
âIâm not sure.â
âWho is it?â you ask.
Neither women know the answer to that. All they know is that he is probably the worst of the worst, and thatâs saying something. It doesnât take long for the new inmate to get here, and youâre looking out the window for him. A herd of guards walks down the hallway with the new inmate stuck in between them. You gasp when you see the prisoner. You know who that is. Youâve seen him destroy New York while you were safe in your house in another state.
Lokiâs chains connect his ankle handcuffs and wrist handcuffs, only allowing him enough room to take a small step forward. He has a metal muzzle on his face, covering just his mouth. He can use magic so they thought putting a muzzle on him was best to keep him from using it. He doesnât look bothered about being here but maybe heâs really good at hiding his true emotions.
Loki looks at the nurseâs station and locks eyes with you. Even though there is a muzzle over his mouth, you can see the smirk on his face. His eyes are a powerful blue that gives his expressions away. A shiver rolls down your spine from how intense his gaze is. Youâve met and been with men who knew how to take your breath away, but never has someone been able to do that just by looking at you.
Plus, it doesnât help that heâs extremely good-looking.
From what you can see, he has cuts and bruises on his face from what, youâre not sure. The guards take Loki to the most secure prison cell in the place. The place had been under construction for a while, probably getting Lokiâs cell ready. The warden walks into the nurseâs station and approaches you.
âConsider him your new patient.â
âWhat?â
âI donât want anyone else but you with him. Youâre the best nurse Iâve got on staff, but donât tell the others,â he jokes.
âOh...kay,â you say slowly.
âDonât worry about him hurting you. We have taken extra precautions to ensure everyoneâs safety. There are guards in place if the chains fail, but they wonât. Tony Stark made them.â
âDo you need me to do it now?â
Preferably within the hour. We donât want to give him an excuse to be let out.â
You go as soon as you can just so you can get this out of the way. You donât know Loki, only what heâs done, but you know more than most that your actions donât define who you are. Look at some of the prisoners here. They know what they did was wrong and are trying to better themselves for it even though they may never be released from prison.
You gasp when you see Loki chained up like some animal. The muzzle is still on his face and a chain is hooked to the chain connecting his arms and legs. That chain is connected to a hook on the floor so he canât escape. Loki is a magical being that is over a thousand years old (yes, you did research on him). If he wants out of the chains, heâs getting out. Why isnât he? Why did they let him take him? The other inmates have free roam in their cells but Loki is chained to the ground.
How is that fair?
You walk up to Loki and look into his blazing blue eyes. Theyâre like oceans. He looks like heâd be the quiet one even without the muzzle on.
âHi, my name is Y/N. Iâll be your nurse. Iâm here to clean you up and make sure those cuts arenât going to get infected.â He doesnât say anything, obviously. âIâll be by every day to make sure your wounds arenât infected and to check your vitals to make sure youâre not sick.â
You roll over a table and put your first aid kit on it, pulling out the things you need. You use a cotton swab to clean up the blood around the edges of the wounds before dabbing a paper towel on the wounds gently. He doesnât seem to be in pain and if he is, he doesn't show it.
âLet me tell you a little bit about me so youâre not uncomfortable with me. I started working here about six years ago. Itâs not always the best but I love what I do. My brother who is a doctor wants me to work in his hospital but I donât think Iâd ever leave here. When Iâm not working here, I like to do ceramics. I have a kiln at home where I make my own bowls and other little sculptures. I donât need the money but I like to sell them. People seem to like it.â
Loki has a twinkle in his eyes as he listens to you ramble. You do that when youâre nervous, and he really makes you nervous. You continue to ramble as you clean his wounds, finishing in just over an hour later. You leave his cell and return to the nurseâs station in thought. You did minor research on Loki when he attacked New York, and you set a reminder to do some more when you go home tonight. It doesnât matter what anyone at this prison has done. No one should be locked up like an animal. Your coworkers donât share the same views as you, but everyone is entitled to their opinion.
When you return to work the next day, the first prisoner you see is Loki. There are guards located outside of his cell twenty-four-seven but you donât think Loki will escape⊠maybe. You walk to his cell but the guards donât move from their spot. Each prisoner gets an hour of your time each day with the more severe cases getting an extra one. They like Loki to be last so that you can focus on everyone else and not give him special privileges, but there is no way youâre putting his health risks below others.
âExcuse me.â
âWe canât let you enter.â
âWhat did you just say?â
âThe warden said--â
âI donât care what the warden says. My job is to take care of prisoners with wounds, and Loki has several cuts not only to his face but upper chest. Cuts that if left untreated will get infected causing him to be sick and possibly die. Even if he didnât have anything physically wrong with him, you have him locked up like some animal so he isnât getting exercise. His muscles will start to atrophy. Now, do you want me to report that to the warden or do you want to step aside and let me do my damn job?â
Both guards look at each other before stepping away from the door. You lift your nose up and yank the door open before walking inside. Loki looks up when he sees you and almost smiles at the determination on your face. You roll the same first aid cart over to Loki and remove the bandages to check on his wounds.
âOh, donât look at me like that. What was I supposed to say to them? Itâs not right how theyâre treating you.â You grab more cotton swabs and wipe away the leakage thatâs expected to come from the wounds. âAnyhow, arenât Gods supposed to self-heal?â You pause. âThatâs what I hear you are. You and Thor. Gods. Norse Gods, actually. Sorry, I ramble when Iâm nervous. You make me nervous.â
You grab the stitches to stitch two wounds together since they are deep enough to leave a scar if not properly healed.
âI read about you when I got home last night like some stalker fangirl.â Your eyes widen. âWhich Iâm not, by the way. I just⊠I saw what you did to New York on TV. I know what you did in Germany.â His eyes grow sad. âDonât worry, I donât think youâre as bad as they say you are. We all make mistakes, right?â
Of course, he doesnât answer. You take your time in stitching up the two wounds before cleaning the rest of them and putting bandages back on them. Next, you check to make sure the restraints arenât on too tight because youâd hate if you were the one being restrained and it was uncomfortable.
âAre you uncomfortable?â you ask. He shakes his head in response. âHave they brought you any food?â Another shake. âAre you hungry?â This time, he nods. âOkay, Iâll be right back with something to eat. Any preferences?â
Your joke makes the edges of his eyes crinkle. Heâs smiling underneath his muzzle. Thatâs a good sign, you think. You leave and head to the cafeteria to get a tray of food for him. You sneak in one or two extra items just because youâre feeling generous. The door to the kitchen slams open and the warden walks in with fire in his eyes.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âNo, what do you think youâre doing? Are you keeping food from Loki? He deserves to eat.â
âA monster like him doesnât deserve that. Plus, heâs not even human.â
âIf he doesnât eat, heâll die,â you glare.
The warden shrugs as if that doesnât bother him. He looks at the tray in your hands before leaving. You roll your eyes and continue filing the tray until you have more than enough for him. The guards donât give you any trouble when you return back to Lokiâs cell. He looks up and sees the food. He has to admit, he is hungry but he doesnât think heâd accept any food if it didnât come from you. You two have only known each other for less than two days but he feels a sort of connection with you that he has never made with a human.
You roll the first aid cart over to you and clear off the top before putting the tray there. With both hands free, you reach up and touch the clasp of the muzzle.
âIâm going to take this off now. I donât think itâs right that they have this on you like some kind of animal.â
You remove the muzzle but Loki still doesnât say anything. Since his hands are chained, you have to feed him but he doesnât seem to mind. You take your time and ramble on about the different sculptures youâve made, momentarily forgetting where you are.
âIâm not gonna put this back on,â you say about the muzzle once Loki has finished everything you brought to him. âLike I said. I donât think itâs right.â With the muzzle off, you can see the hint of a smile on his face. Loki shifts and you look at the restraints on him. âDonât tell anyone, but Iâm going to loosen your restraints just a little. They look tight.â You use the master key and loosen his restraints, allowing him some more room to stand properly and move about. âIs that better?â He nods. âIâll be back later with more food and to check to see how youâre doing.â
You take the empty tray and leave his cell. You spend more time checking on the other prisoners than youâd like only because two of them got into a stabbing match in the courtyard. After you get done with them, you go back to the nurseâs station to grab some snacks from your lunch box. Itâs better than eating that slop in the cafeteria.
Youâre the last one left in the nurseâs station since all the others have gone home for the day. You have more patients than the others because most of them request you to fix them. It doesnât matter what someone did, youâll treat them the same way you treat everyone else. Itâs better for your conscious.
All of a sudden, the lights go out in the station only for bright red lights to replace them. Alarms echo down the hallway, and most of the prisoners become erratic from the sound. Someone has escaped. They only put those alarms out when someone has escaped from their cell. It better not be Jacobson. He has a habit of finding new ways to piss off the warden.
You continue putting food on the tray when you feel a breeze a your back. The door is open. You look up and see a figure standing behind you through the reflection on the window. Thatâs not Jacobson. For one, heâs a very lanky short man. The man behind you is tall⊠very tall. Youâre frozen in fear because you have no idea who is behind you. If he wanted to, he could kill you without a second thought.
âHello, darling.â The man steps underneath the red light and you see those piercing blue eyes. You turn to face Loki as he walks closer to you. His voice is much deeper than you thought itâd be⊠much more raspy. You must have loosened the restraints too much. He reaches out to you and tucks your hair behind your ear. âDonât be scared. I wonât hurt you.â
âIâm not scared,â you say truthfully.
âGood girl,â he grins. âI wish I could stay but I have somewhere I need to be. Believe me when I say Iâll be back.â
He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. Just like that, heâs gone. You believe him when he says heâll be back. Funny thing is, youâre kind of looking forward to it.
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darling audrey, congratulations on 5000 followers! ur witty personality and words of gold have charmed us all <3 considering your celebration, i would like to request a drabble with charles based on the song margaret by lana del rey. thereâs just something about âhe met margaret on the rooftop, she was wearing white, and he was like, âi might be in troubleââ or âwhen you know, you knowâ ughhhhh love is so sickeningly wonderful
good as gold â cl16
This is the story of Charles experiencing a rooftop conversation with a stranger. For Charles, this is the story he will tell of how he met the love of his life for the first time.
auds here... much like lana in this song i am messy with the pen, but missed this blog very much, i love you all & genuinely hope you're well mmmwaaahhhh :)
Youâre wearing this dress. This long, white, lace-linen thing, too chilly for a London rooftop, too chilly for a London ground floor, too chilly for London, really. Itâs the first thing Charles says to you, as a poor excuse for an opener, but you soothe his supposed troubles away with a laugh and a wave of a hand. Itâs alright, Iâm used to the cold, your lips form cloudily. Worst case scenario, I spill some wine on the dress.
The wine you mention is in a glass wrapped by your left hand, which brings itself upward to your lips, staining them violet for a second before you lick the residue off. You should know, Iâm more a white wine kind of girl. He laughs, and every other word he thought would come easy comes so stuck, wrestled out of him. For once itâs not because heâs nervous, definitely not because heâs unsure. In fact heâs never felt surer of himself, and his self-assurance is almost foolish if it wasnât so resolute in the fact that heâd one day like to slip a band over your blank slate of a ring finger.
Already he feels like itâs too late, heâs missed out on too much time with you. He shouldâve known this laugh years ago, felt your skin when he was much younger, known you in an embarrassing phase while he was in his own. His desires feel childish, juvenile, but they feel so real, so much so that he verbalizes them to Lando in a desperate attempt to stave them off at the end of the night.
But that is later and this is now, now you tell him youâre here for work. Youâre a something-something at somewhere, too professional for him to repeat back to himself in the fluid way youâre gifted. He asks what else is keeping you in a city like London and he phrases it like London is a shit city, and you joke: âAside from the fact that itâs basically a first-world city?â He stutters in response, he stutters. âIâm joking. Itâs work.â
Work, you say, not a guy, not a girl, work. No ring on your finger. You, like him, are committed to nothing but work. And because youâre two people in your early twenties, the rooftop conversation gradually ebbs in that direction, a foray into the worlds youâve traversed by yourselves. He shares, ever a man of little words, stories of ex-girlfriends heâd rather not bring up again. He says the usual. Heâs thankful, but itâs over.
You too, you sentiment. A while ago. I knew him for years, but we wanted different things. Just wasnât right, something like that. Your index finger tugs at the plain gold chain resting on your collarbones and slides back and forth. The lightsâstrung up on poles on the roof and from establishments belowâshine on certain angles, illuminate your hair, the beauty mark on your cheekbone, the stain of burgundy lip gloss on the wine glass in your hand. âMaybe in another universe.â
âDo you believe in that?â He asks. All he knows about possible universes is that Marvel and that Oscar-winning A24 film Lewis made half the grid watch and give roses to. The concept is interesting and likely true, but he feels secure thinking this is his only universe. Which, technically, is true, too.
You say kind of. âBut that idea gives us too much allowance for mistakes.â
âI know. I guess I believe in it in aâŠâ Heâs afraid he sounds stupid, but your eyes are egging him on, genuinely curious, burning bright with a want for him to keep talking. âIn a⊠I feel like Iâve met you before, kind of way.â Like he knows everything he has to know about you and him and itâs been barely an hour.
âI get that.â You pause. âI get that.â Then, with a pretty smile and meek hand over the linen chest of your dress, you excuse yourself to refill wine and make talk with the party host. He lingers, of course, watches the sway of your dress, waits to see if you will turn and smile a funny little just us smile, but of course you donât. Youâre a stranger after all. He turns away to find Lando, and for a second he feels like there are eyes on him, but he keeps walking and shakes it off.
âMarry?â Lando repeats half an hour later, when theyâre both tugging their coats on. âYou just met her. She got out of a long-term relationship a while ago. And so did you.â
Theyâre in the foyer of the townhouse, and Lando is pulling open the door now, under the impression that his words successfully permeated Charlesâ delusions. He turns and Charles is stationary on the last step, humming to himself.
âMate,â bogs Lando, eyes dead serious. âHow do you even knowââ
âI know.â Charles says simply. He never even had to ask himself. He just did. He just does. âI have to run up and do something⊠donât wait up.â
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I don't like the Found Family trope.
There, did I get your attention? It's true, but the question is, why is Guardians of the Galaxy still one of my favorite stories in any medium ever?
Something really clicked for me with the ending of Vol. 3 (spoilers ahead, natch). The team broke up and that kind of development is usually heartbreaking, because we love the team, they love each other, now that they've found each other why should they ever part ways?
The answer is that they're a family, and that's what families do. Growing up means leaving the parents who raised you and finding a path of your own, maybe to someday continue the cycle with kids of your own, but never losing what you got from your first family. Those people, who you can't choose, will always be a part of you.
Each of the Guardians, aside from Drax, had their childhoods interrupted by traumatic events. They didn't get to finish growing up naturally, and that loss hounded them all their lives. When they found each other they began to heal, but here's what I didn't realize until the end of the trilogy: the family that they found with each other wasn't the kind that you make when you grow up. It's the kind that you grow out of.
From the beginning, Peter has shown signs of "Peter Pan Syndrome," acting like a little boy even though he's highly skilled, courageous, and compassionate. His maturity gradually began to show through, but one quirk that kept coming up was his refusal to return to Earth. No good reason for it except that he couldn't bear the reminder of his mother and he was ashamed to face his grandfather. He can handle it now because his life with the Guardians gave him the stability he needed to become a true adult.
Gamora's new incarnation doesn't need the Guardians because she found the Ravagers instead. We don't know much about them but I expect that what they did for Yondu, they'll do for her too. In the meantime, Nebula's had a few good years of being loved and now she can follow the footsteps of the Gamora who was lost, aside from falling for Peter, because that's unlikely to ever work again.
Groot's been the most fortunate, not having his youth cut short or taking any serious trauma since he sprouted. Eventually he may want to strike out on his own, but until then it's good that he can stick with Rocket.
Mantis seemed more aware than anyone of their internal struggles, including her own. Which is appropriate, her being an empath and all. She really made the boldest possible move, going it alone, and I'm proud of her. Hoping she'll make an appearance in The Marvels or something else before reuniting with Peter and/or the Guardians.
Drax is a special case and the one who I thought was most likely to die, since it seemed like his arc was all wrapped up: he had his childhood before we met him and it was his adulthood that was ripped away from him. Revenge was his entire deal and Ronan and Thanos are dead now, so what's left for Drax? Well, it turns out revenge doesn't have to be his entire deal and now I'm embarrassed I ever thought otherwise.
Rocket...oh, Rocket. We always knew that he was something other than what nature had intended, and that was on top of the nonstop physical and emotional abuse, but now it turns out he already lost the only three people who put anything good into his sad little life. Since there was nothing to salvage from his upbringing, he was the one who needed the Guardians the most, so he's the only founding member to stay. But no mistake, it matters that he's staying as the leader. He's not alone, but he's not under anyone's control, either. He knows who is now and he knows his worth.
The "don't call me a raccoon" running joke always bothered me a little but I never dreamed it would have a payoff like it did in Vol. 3. Rocket claiming his full name is much more than a nod to his comic origins. It's his understanding of where he began and the injustice that was done to him, his acceptance that he wasn't at fault for the deaths of his first companions and that he does deserve to be loved by the Guardians.
That's the foundation that lets everyone part ways without having to ask each other if this means their relationships are over. As far as I've seen, no other found family in fiction has reached this point - the team is generally the endgame, and if someone leaves, things will never be the same again.
In a real family, a good one, when someone leaves we celebrate. Congratulations on your first apartment. Good luck at college. Blessings on your union. Just remember, you can always come home again. Our arms are open for you.
#guardians of the galaxy vol. 3#gotg vol. 3#gotg vol 3 spoilers#peter quill#gamora#drax the destroyer#nebula#mantis#groot#rocket raccoon#found family trope#guardians of the galaxy
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haiiiii can i get uhhhh... spiked latte with Peppermint brittle to take away :3 yan! sky fics are not a want they are a NEED- MOSS HELP ME PLEASE---
order up!! hope it's to your tastes <3
well @sketchyspook - I've got your yan sky here for you with him being a manipulative pos for reader while keeping up his soft facade so they can't really question it :D
[Event masterlist]
âI still canât believe that link, I mean of all people to fall in love with, you chose the person who was playing through your game? You could have been with a literal reincarnation of your goddess. â
âYou know none of the others were real right? Iâm the only one who was alive⊠as far as Iâm aware or care.â
âStill, I canât believe you donât resent me even a little bit. I made you re-live your quest so many times and I didnât even know you were alive.âÂ
All I get in return for that is a playful eye roll like Iâd told him a dumb joke rather than confessing how awfully I treated him when he was trapped. Itâs rather unnerving how calm he is about all of this, but I really shouldnât push it any more. I donât think it would be a pleasant mess to clean up if he snapped and did realise everything heâs been through wasnât right.Â
âCanât this wait until the morning love? Weâve both been through a lot today so we should get some rest right?â
Heâs still insisting on calling me that? I do like it, my childhood crush speaking to me like Iâm his lover, but something about it seems so wrong.
âSure, right, fine. Iâve got a guest room and some spare pyjamas you can borrow link.â
âThank you [name].â
The feeling of something being off with his attitude only grows as he gently grabs my hand while Iâm showing him where he can stay. Heâs too possessive about this, too happy, even for getting out of a hellscape that his game mustâve been for him, itâs unnerving. My guest room is small and simple with a bed, a small desk and a wardrobe, all in all somewhat reminiscent of his old dorm room. But it should be more than enough for him.Â
âThere should be some spare clothes in the cupboard, my friends tend to just leave them here for whenever they visit.âÂ
âAnd theyâll be fine with me just using them?â
âThey donât need to know, Iâll wash them tomorrow when we go out to get you some of your own. Goodnight link.â
âSleep well, love.â
He shouldnât need my help changing, so Iâm confident in leaving him in here while I go shower and settle down for the night too.Â
Having a hot shower works wonders for clearing your head, a good nightâs rest should help to put everything regarding link into focus.Â
âHey.â
âHuh? I thought you said you liked the other room? What made you want to sneak into mine?â
âI tried to sleep, but being in there on my own? I was scared I would wake up back in skyloft without you.â
Turning him away if this is true would simply be cruel to him, it doesnât help the feeling from earlier crawling back though. That heâs possessive, unhealthily so, but I have to brush it off. Maybe Iâm just overthinking, maybe heâs just getting used to being real still. It could be any reason like that.
âMove over so that I can get in as well then.â
âYou- youâre really not going to ask me to leave my dove? I know theirs a reason I fell for your kindness⊠Iâll never let anyone else come close to having you like this.â
âWhat was that?â
âI said youâre not going to ask me to leave and go back to the other room alone?â
Okay, there is definitely something deeply wrong with him if what I think I heard is what he really said. Heâs not going too like me questioning him though, and I donât exactly have the energy for it either. Which I think he can tell, his arms are so warm and welcoming though, itâd be torture to peel myself out of them. Drifting off to sleep where he wants me is just the natural result of how comfortable he is.Â
âSee [name], Isnât it just so nice to be my lover? Wouldnât you prefer for it to just be me and you like this forever?â
Iâm not even awake enough to respond, instead closing my eyes and sighing against him.Â
âI knew you would⊠donât worry my dove, youâll never leave my side again. No matter what.â
Ending that haunting sentence with a kiss to my neck and a gentle hum, seemingly more content than heâs ever been. Just from holding me in his arms as we both drift into a deep sleep.Â
#mossâŠwrites#peppermintâŠbrittle#linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe#link x reader#yandere link#lu sky#self aware au
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(13) Fake Rumors - from the vault
I have been going through some old rumors from the fake house & decided to share some. whether these may be new to you or not, but i hope you still enjoy them as much as I did looking back. I feel like in the fandom, weâve only ever been active when it comes to lrlg and the 49 fakes. the rest of the information that fall in between arenât as talked about or depends on the topic. as with all other bjyx material, i want a place to store some parts of it. đ€
these are sort of random, the ones that I had saved and found again. treat it all as fiction.
( someone please make an AU fic or edit for this xz and wyb. there is a story here. look at them. đđđ )
i have traveled a long way, you have dreamed a long time. many lonely nights drift like fallen leaves but it always finds a wayâŠ.đđ
(1) this one was posted for the new year đ
XZ: Get me a courier later
đ§ââïž:Okay
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đ§ââïž:What is it? Itâs so light
XZ: made-up parts, Legos.
*XZ talking to a staff so he can send out some lego parts. I think itâs light because what he is sending are âpartsâ that WYB is missing and he found them for him. I truly like the idea of XZ spoiling WYB when it comes to his hobbies and him being invested in it too even if he isnât necessarily a fan too. true love! and well, reminded me of the rumored lego set gift during the early days of cql filming.
(2) have you eaten?
About the backstage live broadcast of a recent event on the same stage
WYB:Have you eaten yet?
XZ: *shakes head*
WYB: Come have dinner with me later
XZ: Who else? (Looking over it, I donât know what Iâm looking for)
WYB: Stop looking for it. Iâll send it to you next time.
Supplement: Teacher W watched Teacher X take off his makeup before leaving together.
*The usual WYB making sure that XZ eats and him waiting for his gege so they can eat with each other. Even after the CQL filming, as long as they are at the same event they will try and be together. Tho instances of that have been so rare to 0 nowadays because of the amount of eyes on them.
(3) the forbidden book lol
The crew's study period
WYB: Where is the erotic book? I want to read it.
XZ: Suddenly got up and left.
*This is one of my faves even if itâs so short! Library Pavilion behind the scenes & rumors is the gift that keeps on giving. I wouldnât put it pass WYB to troll ZZ with this.
Hereâs a GIF for you to bring you back to that timeđ€
(4) call me maybe? đ±
There was a period last year where everyone had to learn rap, usuallyđ learned the fastest but he was absent-minded that timeđ was looking at us eating delicious food while resting, it seems that he is thinking his rap, he seemed to be even more tired. At this time, staff handed over the phone and he left immediately to pick it up.
He called him, and when he came back he didn't have any special expression, but he felt refreshed. ïżŒ
(5) praising
WYB: I really like to be praised by everyone and feel "wow" from everyone, so every time Da Zhen's family praises me crazily, I will secretly write it down and send it to him.
XZ: I am also a part-time praise captain. Every time I praise,None of them are the same.He can often keep up with the facts.
WYB: I donât understand a lot of Internet slang.
XZ: I always hurt him by saying, "No, you don't even know this joke, so WYB doesn't go online?" Just. very good. Laughing, every time I feel hurt, I secretly say "He is better than me. I'm young, I know everything." What kind of tone is this? One time during a video, XZ sang "Darling, come and save me." Seeing WYB's ears slowly become red and coughed. Who can tell me whatâs going on with these lyrics?
(6) baking shenanigans
The puff pastry made by XZ is very delicious, WYB will also work with XZ to help when he has time. Heâs busy getting started, and they will also do some weird things. If there is a strange taste, try it with the people around you.
Once WYB squeezed minced garlic into the pastry and mixed chili powder, but forgot to mark it, XZ ate it, pinched the back of the neck and squeezed the flesh of the face "Teacher Trained WYBâ
*IM CACKLING AT THIS OMG WYB đđđ what flavor of pastry is that????
(7) another one about eating
Aling period
WYB: Why are you back?
XZ: Come back for dinner, there will be a show in the afternoon
WYB: Arenât you going to eat with your friends?
XZ: I didnât agree when someone wanted to invite me, it was too stupid.
WYB: xls Itâs so difficult to eat normally today
XZ: You havenât eaten it, have you?
WYB: Nope. I just thought you were back.
(8) checking the weather
XZ: âThe weather doesnât look like itâs going to rain...(Look đ±)
đ€: "It should be sunny..."
XZ: âI just sawđ±the weather forecast showed itâs going to rain soon.
đ€: How is that possible? Itâs obviously sunny. "(æ„đ±)
XZ: "Huh?" (đ€â„Two people facing each otherđ±)
XZ: Overcast to light rain to moderate rain.
đ€: What you are looking at is the weather
XZ: Oh my God, so embarrassing...
XZ forgot to switch cities. no one will know the city WYB was in that day if I donât tell you.
*This one hits different cause for this rumor, they are in different cities but in the same country. Lately, there are times that they are in diff countries so do they look at the weather their too? đ„čđ„čđ„č
I canât relate to their obsession with the weather, but if that gives them a sense of connection to each other then itâs fine.
(9) raining
đSupplement: Itâs when the temperature gradually rises. At that time, it rained in June.
đHolding an umbrellađâ€ïžtalking all the way
â€ïžStart standing on the right side of đ
đHold the umbrella and tilt it in the direction of â€ïž
â€ïžThick clothesđLeft half of light-colored thin clothes
The edges are wet and very transparent.
â€ïžJust keep pushing the umbrella in the direction of đ
I wanted to block đ a little more, but found it was fine.
After seeing the effect, I found an opportunity to move it to the left side of đ
Then đ the right half also got wet
Both centered and symmetricalâŠ.âŠ..
(10) them and their parents.
Regarding their parents, I currently know the older oneâs mom and dad can also surf the internet, and talk about about their CP and their impression of WYB is good. But his mother actually really wants to have a grandchild. His father is very indifferent when the older one comes home. I'm sure his mother won't be able to bear it. She asked him bluntly, the older ones always focus on work to fool her in the past. In July this year not only did he tell the truth to his family but took the younger one back with him.
Itâs time for dinner at home, and the younger one is very nervous. He is afraid that the family will think he is not good enough. He bought a lot of things and piled them up for backup. He sprayed perfume and dressed properly and pretended. The older one made him want to laugh when he looks at him, just fool around. The younger one calls him a big bastard.
The mother on the table was holding jianguo and said she could only count on her to give birth to a litter of grandsons.
* I know that talk about their parents is sensitive and would always lead to more discussion, but again, treat this as fiction. and tbh, who could resist WYB as a son in law??? It I had a son and he brings home WYB as a boyfriend I will be very happy. I also feel soft that XZ is trying to tease and make WYB laugh.
(11)
What happened last year
WYB: Is it delicious?
XZ: (nodding while eating) Yeah, itâs quite delicious.
WYB: What about others?
XZ: Wait a minute...Wow, I just ate that, this one has no taste.
WYB: Is it too spicy?
XZ: Itâs okay, but my tongue is numb and I canât taste other flavors.
WYB: Wait a minute, drink some water. Is it really that spicy?
XZ: Try it yourself. You didn't keep it for yourself? Wasn't it sent from you?
WYB: I didn't take it apart. Bring it to me.
Then XZ really ate so much that he left two packets and took them back to WYB.
(You send it to me and I will bring it back to you. What kind of trick is this?)
What happened this year
XZ: Itâs been too cold these two days.
đ€: Southern kids.
XZ: :Then northerners also feel cold. Cold is cold.
(Okay, I know you have northerners in your family, next one)
đ€When teasing XZ and WYB, XZâs response was, âHahahaâ and send out red envelopes. As expected of Boss XZ.
I saw other people's submissions and came to do some post-sale service. I heard that XZ sang to put WYB to sleep. I know that there is indeed mmxhn, and there is a six-character song related to snow. (There are probably others somewhere that I donât know about)
(12) like a fairy
XXX was wearing Iwj's white clothes for the first time
XX: Fairy, descended to earth to overcome the tribulation
XXX: Isnât fairy a dog? You have so much information but no good words.
XX: Compliment you for being good-looking and handsome.wls, wow, so handsome!
XXX: xls looks better than me, our xls is so beautiful, ancestor of Yiling
XX: Stop, stop, itâs so shameful
*My favorite kind of rumor is when WYB goes gremlin on XZ! đđđđ
(13) cravings
WYB has been craving for "cai cai rice" recently, XZ told him many times that spring is not so good to have wild vegetables, even if they are cooked. WYB said he doesnât care about wild vegetables he just wants to eat the vegetable rice cooked by XZ, but I donât have that. It smells good, I just want to eat it.
In the end, he still didnât get the cabbage meal, but freshly baked dumplings. WYB got a bargain and acted nice, he was acting coquettishly while eating.
* Oh to be WYB and have someone like XZ cook for youuuu đđđđ
-END.
P.S : this ye mi and xiao zhan AU pairing is living in my mind rent free. đ„”đ„”đ„”
#yizhan#bjyx#there is no science here iâm just clowning like i always do#accio victuuri translation#if it wasnât obvious enough â i love stuff from fake house lol#THIS IS A WEEKEND TREAT TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAD A TOUGH WORK WEEK âșïžâșïžâșïž#YASSS LETS REFERENCE TAYLOR SWIFT FROM THE VAULT
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