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mxchibomb · 1 month ago

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Content. MDNI 18+

friend of jolyne! reader who has a crush on her dad. friend of jolyne! who selfishly meets her dad in his office after she falls asleep.

pushing your tired legs over his big shoulders made your stomach drop and your cunt pulse. he was in great shape, washboard abs pressing against your soft tummy and his thick arms bulging while he towered above you.

you whined needily as he slid his red, wet tip against your sopping hole. he only spread your wetness along your sensitive, puffy folds.

you were dripping in your own slick, squelching disgustingly as he bullied his way into your tight pussy, pushing past the ring of muscle with a girth you've never experienced before. a whimper ripped from your throat as he took his time to bottom out, pulsing veins dragging against your hugging walls. ohー he was so big. fat, pudgy tip pushing right up against your cervix when he finally made his way all the way in, forming that cute little tummy bulge you knew all too well with him. you always seemed so innocent around jolyne until you had him stuffing you full of every inch he had. and you've never felt so filled.

black hair wet with sweat, his usually pulled back hair falling forward. dew drops of bodily secretions hanging off its threads and his skin in a film of clear wetness. he was so hot. beautiful.

"so.. tight." his thick eyebrows scrunched, cerulean eyes peering at your weak body in his secure hold. your ankles wobbled with his harsh thrusts by the sides of his head, nails digging crescents into his nape as you held on for dear life.

"jotaro- too good, fuuucckkk.." he wasn't scared to tear at your poor body, his sweet little rag doll. relentless thrusts having your whole body jerk and you call out his name each time he slammed against your squishy, soppy walls. your poor, aching throat struggled to keep your cries at bay, eyes reaching all the way into the depths of their sockets.

"any louder and jolyne will find out you're fucking her father." it was half genuine, half teasing. you could hear that naughty barely smirk of his. jotaro was a little nasty. mocking you for being so loud on that fat cock of his. and with a cock like his came arrogance.

" 'm sorryyy. fuucckkー"

you felt your muscles stretch as his calloused hands pushed your shaking knees all the way to your ears to pound into your loud cunt, pushing the limits of your weakened body. you've felt him deep, now you felt him deeper. his wide hips pushing into the backs of your thighs roughly and his pelvis hitting yours with echoing 'plaps!' it hurt, but it hurt so good. and you were just soaking him.

"god, yesss. 'm cumming !"

"you're makin' such a mess." he grunted huskily, taking note of the loud sloshes of your dewy pussy soaking into the towel he put underneath you on his office couch. he could feel the pulse of you around him, your slick creating a thin sheen of liquid along his shaft and a white ring around the base.

he was seemingly unphased, but you could see the panicked bob of his adams apple as he swallowed and his neck strain to contain his wild grunts as he feverishly fucked into you. your greedy cunt squeezed him so deliciousy, tugging and pulling to just keep his cock inside of you.

your mouth was just as dirty as your pussy, with slobber pooling out of both, a wet tear falling from your cheek.

" 'taroooo" one more time, you could feel it coming. he leaned down, eager lips chasing your soft, pink pillows of a drooling mouth. flavored by cigarettes and expensive beer, spit swirled in a nasty kiss, tongues dancing in a needy tango. your hips swirled underneath him and your thighs shivered, heaving against his hot mouth.

"cummin' again !" your high pitched, whiny pleas muffled against his spit soaked lips.

"i know." he stated like a fact, the slightest of coos cheering you on to let go. your fingers dug deep against his scalp, tugging harshly at his black semi curls.

"oh fuck" he inhaled sharply as you squeezed him like a vice, clenching cunt in a bear grip. "with a pussy like this, I would've given you a baby if i didn't have jolyne. she's just pulling me in." fuck that sounded good and if you thought you couldn't get any wetter, that phrase alone started another series of loud gushes. you whined, squirming away from him in sensitivity. "she likes the idea of that." he hummed with a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. he was talking to your pussy like she was talking for you. he always knew what you liked, what got it going.

"maybe next time." he purred, interrupted as a groan tore itself from his throat. his soaked cock pushed into you a few more times before pulling himself out to slam his heavy weighted cock against your sticky folds. thick, heavy cream flew out in short spurts to decorate your twitching clit like a splatter painting. he panted from the physical exertion, coming down from his high as he massaged his slowly softening cock against your white painted slit, threatening to push his cum inside of your exhausted hole.

"still going shopping with jolyne tomorrow?" he asked, soft kisses kissing over your shiny skin covered in both your sweat and his. you hummed tiredly in a yes, arms falling from his nape to rest gently upon his broad built shoulders. "i'll send money to your account."

you shook your head in complete exhaustion, tapping your fingers against the pink star on his left shoulder to remind yourself to keep your consciousness.

"don't need to do that." you whined softly as his strong arms lifted you from your position, your legs finally falling from the high position they were once at. a large hand came to sit you upright, but your poor, tuckered out body only slumped back against the back of the couch. hiding his smile, he ruffled your hair.

"i'll get you some water. we need to get you back to jolyne's room."

trying out new writing styles until i find one i like <3

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba x reader #jjba smut #jjba part 1 #jjba part 2 #jjba part 3 #jjba part 4 #jjba part 5 #jjba part 6 #jjba part 7 #jjba jotaro #jjba jolyne #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro smut #18+ mdni

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mywritersmind · 5 months ago

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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

⋆formula one christmas special.

Can u tell i’m excited for christmas?? Each will have one story with multiple parts! Comment to be put on a specific drivers tag list! Hope you enjoy <33

↳ lando norris, kimi antonelli.

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LN4 lando norris

not so happy holidays

⋆ Spending Christmas with my brothers best friend isn’t my ideal way to celebrate. With my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, I was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! I was going to get that with Max and his girlfriend until Lando Norris worked his way into the mix.

↳ brothers best friend! dislike and flirting! banter! forced proximity!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

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KA12 kimi antonelli

cold hands

⋆ New family friends isn’t something Kimi Antonelli put on his christmas list. Yet when a pretty girl his age shows up, he is definitely not complaining . In a beautiful italian manor and someone new to spice up the holidays, Kimi’s christmas is looking better than ever.

↳ he falls first! crushes! curious girl + kimi who will do anything she says lol! secret santa!

part 1

(i won’t be having any more parts sorryyy i got so caught up in not so happy holidays and my own life and school!!)

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jisungchan · 3 months ago

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i'll like you!

pairing/au: yunho and afab/fem reader, nonidol! au general content/summary: unspoken romantic feelings, tension, years of no contact, strained childhood best friends, friendship rekindling, childhood home town, NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, weight, etc, BUT reader is alluded to being smaller than yunho in terms of general height.) genre: childhood friends to lover's trope, some angst (a stretch tbh), some fluff, smut

⚔︎ sexual content warnings (explicit): bigdick!yunho agenda, raw sex (do NAWT do this), he does pull out (AND THE PEOPLE CHEERED), riding, f!receiving and m!receiving oral, marking and biting, soft dom!yunho, kinda sub!reader, pet names, lmk if i forgot anything :D

~5k word count nets: @mirohs-aurora-society and @illusionnet

a/n: secret santa event for @mirohs-aurora-society. this piece is dedicated to @kpop---scenarios , i hope you enjoy being wrecked (no pun intended) by yunho! <3

a/n2: i most def forgot to put a page break when i first posted this SORRYYY

the train ride going from the city to your hometown was always a peaceful one. hours sitting in the cushioned seat, stares between the landscape out the window and the book in your hands. sure, in reality the chairs weren’t that comfortable, and the scenery was sometimes dreary and grey, but lucky days like this… it’s perfect.

even though it’s just a short, few hour trip to your countryside hometown, it’s still a journey you rarely take. with your life finally settling in the city, you hardly find the time to carve out of your busy schedule to visit your family. for the holidays this year though, you managed to take a week off for christmas and new years. this was time for you to fully relax away from all your responsibilities and spend some much needed time with your family back home.

when you finally arrive at the train station, you stand up to stretch your stiff limbs, idly standing to wait for the rush of the passengers to get off the train first. once the train cleared out, you stepped into the aisle, reaching up high to get your luggage store in the overhead.

before you could even stand on your tip-toes to reach a bit higher, you felt a large presence behind you, grabbing your luggage before you could even react. and just as quickly as they came into your space, they left.

shaking off the interaction, you wheel your suitcase off the train, stepping down onto the platform to be met with a warm, strong hug from your mother.

“y/n! i’ve missed you so much sweetie.” she says, grabbing your face in both of her hands and giving you a kiss on your head. you cover her hands with your own as you smile at her,

“i’ve missed you too mom.”

your mother drives you back home, to your real home. the house you grew up in from when you were born, to when you moved away. the oh-so familiar drive of snowy streets and dim light poles shines in your eyes as you approach your childhood home. you get in, put on some warmer attire, and decide to go for a walk. riding on a train in the same small seat for hours makes you want to reconnect with your limbs.

you take the same route you used to when you were a child. weaving through the small, quaint neighbourhood you run into some familiar faces, all of which are more than happy to see you. it wasn’t until you reached one house in particular that your body froze up, despite all of your bundled layers.

outside of the perfect, white picket fence house was none other than the very woman who has ran it, the very woman who raised the kid you used to be inseparable with, the very reason why this was your go-to favourite route.

“y/n, i didn’t know you were back home too!” she waves for you to come closer as she hurries down her driveway to envelop you in a hug, similar to your own mother’s gestures earlier.

“hi ma, it’s nice to see you.” you giggle, and then you remember her choice of wording, “wait, what do you meant, ‘too’?”

“oh, you didn’t know? yunho just got back home today too! he went out somewhere with his father, he should be back soon.” she smiles, and right on time, the old 1950s cadillac pulls into the driveway as ma pulls you closer toward the house.

“why don’t you come in and have some tea? we can all catch up!” she says excitedly, then rushing to go greet her soon, leaving you with no time to deny her offer.

and there steps out yunho, your childhood best friend. the kid who taught you how to ride a bike, then a skateboard, then drive a car, likewise the kid who would make fun of you for being terrified of all three of those activities. also the same kid who dragged you out of the house at 2am to satiate his foodie cravings. while there are many fond memories of your friendship, there are also some more unpleasant ones.

before you could think further about your history with yunho, the very man was standing right in front of you. you quickly greeted his father as he and ma went into their house, leaving you and yunho to bask in the awkwardness in the air.

“y/n…”

“yunho…”

all it took was a strained muttering of each other’s names for the fog of tension to strangle around your throat, feeling the pressure of what to say next heavy on your chest. your mouth opened again to speak, but nothing came out. it seemed even yunho was speechless, which itself was a rare occurrence.

“ma invited me in for tea.”

“is that so?” he questioned, looking you in the eye with a million and one thoughts in his mind, many of them questions unanswered.

“yeah, can you just– can you just tell her i’m tired? that i’m heading home?” you pleaded, exhaustion becoming apparent on your face as your features sunk. the exhaustion was a mental one though, just a few minutes back in yunho’s presence and feelings you buried years ago are being unwillingly dug up from the depths of your heart.

“no.”

“no…?” you confusingly utter back, a bit startled at his brash response. for all the years you’ve known yunho, you have never known him to be unmoving, even toward those who may have deserved it. you stutter over your next words, letters strung together to bind an incomprehensible sentence of mashed up words. this dazed thinking around him started once your friendship dwindled down into missed calls and hurried ‘heys,’ no longer sharing that same excitement around each other as once was.

“just come in, y/n. don’t make things weird, okay? it’ll be fine.” and so you went, yunho ushered you to go in first as you made the stroll to his porch. the same decorations hung up from all those years ago, back when the world seemed so big.

walking into the home also felt the same, the jeong’s signature house scent of warm sandalwood and vanilla hit your nostrils, as well as the aroma of freshly brewed tea sitting at the kitchen table. shimmying out of your shoes and bundles of warmth, yunho graciously took your coat and scarf to hang them on the rack. when you turned to start walking toward the table, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, forearm firmly resting on your collarbones, holding you in pace. honestly, he could have just brushed his fingertips along your arm, and you would have stopped dead in your tracks.

frozen in place, you feel the blush rise up your body, spreading across your cheeks in a pinkish hue. the way he stills behind you feels eerily familiar, but when he places his hand atop of your head to pull your hair off, all tangible thoughts leave your mind. and when he smooths out your hair from your hat, it takes everything in you to keep a straight face as his parents are in front of you, mindlessly chatting away. finally, he releases you, and only when he comes from around you to loop his hand around your wrist do you move, pulling you to take a seat at the table.

“i made your favourite tea, y/n! i remember how much you loved it, and i would make a fresh pot every time you came over.” ma giggles as she kindly pours the steeped hot water into your teacup, the same one which has been delegated as yours.

“thank you, ma. it’s even better than i remember.” you smile as you sip the warm-hot tea, letting the mixture coat your throat in a soothing stream. his parents engaged you in a simple conversation, asking what you’ve been up to, your job, where you’re staying, and all of the other catch up questions.

some time passes by, tea is long gone, and yunho has barely spoken a word. it’s mostly you and his parents conversing back and forth, with him sitting back and observing. as you’re busy in the mixed feeling of the nostalgia of your childhood and the excitement of your new life, yunho is stuck in the past. his own mind is filled with thoughts of you when you both were young, carefree, and only focused on the feeling of sneaking out late to go on a drive. yunho still remembers the way your hair would flow in the wind when you would stick your head out the window. you let the breeze flutter your eyelashes like butterflies and hair cascade back even more beautifully than a waterfall, even all the way back then yunho saw you as his world. in his eyes, you were so perfect that even god up above took inspiration from your beauty, creating the world from your very image. nothing or no one can compare to you, especially now as you sit, catching up with his parents as if they were your own, which they practically were. he adored the way his mother doted on you, and how his father saw you as the daughter he never had. his whole life was in front of him, and he wanted to take it all in to never forget it. he hasn’t seen you in years, who’s to say the next time you’ll sit down in his home, let alone see you again?

losing track of even more time, you glance down at your watch to see the time has quickly passed. look out the front room window, you see the night has turned pitch black. you get up, mentioning how you better get home before it gets too late and your mother worries too much. his parents stand with you, walking you toward the food as you put your belongings back on, preparing yourself for the still and chill of the late, snowy night.

“yunho, walk her home! it’s too late for a lady to walk by herself!” ma says, pushing yunho by his shoes, ushering them to quickly put them on to get you home. all that comes from him is a small chuckle and an “okay, mom,” completed with a playful eye roll. after your final goodbyes to his parents, along with a (forced) promise to see them again before you go back to the city, you and yunho embark on your 30 minute walk back to your home.

for the first 15 minutes, there was silence. not a word had been spoken directly to each other since you first saw him in his driveway. at this point in the walk, you pass by a convenience store, you tug on yunho’s sleeve and motion toward the store. you both turn to walk into the shop, still silent, enveloped in a stiff warmth and fluorescent lighting.

you head in and grab some of your favourite snacks, making sure at least one is hot to munch on for the rest of the way back home. you meet back up with yunho at the register, where he wordlessly pays for your snacks. you thank him as you both take a seat at the bench in the front of the store, opening the bag to eat.

all that could be heard was the crunches and swallows from the break, you and yunho are separated by the ‘thank you’ bag between you two on the bench. eventually, you decide to break the silence.

“yunho, what have you been up to?” albeit, you were a bit nervous asking, he has barely spoken to you, but it’s also been years since your last encounter, and you can’t really blame him for acting a bit distant, especially since you are too.

back before you left, your friendship with yunho was already near its end. the future you both always dreamed of for yourselves was coming near, and so it lessened the time you spent together. when you were kids, the world was nothing but your toy to play with, you both would do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted, with no thoughts of what the next day would bring. with age though, comes time to think a bit more about your future. as things in each of your personal lives got more serious, your bonding time took a huge hit as there was just not enough time in a day. what yunho didn’t know was your underdeveloped feelings for him. it wasn’t until you moved away when you realised that everything you did together in your mind was romantic masked as platonic. the way you would go out of your way to include him in everything, even your own celebrations did not feel complete without him by your side. the way you immediately felt at ease near him, whenever you had a tough day, you could count on going over to yunho’s to lay on the couch in his basement, feeling the tension leave your body the moment you felt his arms around you. the way when he got his first girlfriend you had an overwhelming sense of dread and jealousy, feelings you thought were just because you didn’t want to be seen as the stereotypical girl best friend in love with her best friend.

well, his relationship with her didn’t last long. you weren’t sure why, but you didn’t question it when yunho called you over to hang out as soon as they broke up.

so to go from unplanned hangouts to barely being able to spend 15 minutes alone together is a big difference, and both of you were feeling the weight of it.

“i moved to the city, got into the career field i always dreamed of, got my own place, my own car. living the dream i guess you could say.” he gives a half-assed smile as he looks down at his hands. to anyone else, he’s right that he’s ‘living the dream,’ but you know it’s far from what he wanted when he was younger.

“you don’t sound too sure, it’s okay to still want more, or even something different.” you offer as a small piece of condolence.

“hah, it’s okay… i’ll be complete soon now.” he finishes his sentence as he looks up from his hands. his eyes want to meet yours, but he can’t bring himself to do it. you both get up, stuffing the plastic bag with the wrappers and leftovers from your small snack. the rest of the way back to your place is still quiet, but the comfortable silence you once shared before the reality of the world settled in. it was nice to be back in yunho’s presence, and you could have sworn he’s walking a bit closer next to you.

finally arriving at your own driveway, yunho stands at the edge, seemingly waiting for you to get in the house before he walks off back to his own.

“come in, i’m sure you’re hungry.” you smile as you tug his arm in a similar way to how he looped his hand around your wrist, dragging him to your front door.

after getting in and removing your outerwear, you find a note at the kitchen counter.

“i had to run out for a bit to pick up some stuff for your stay. i’ll be gone for a few hours, there’s plenty in the fridge to make yourself something to eat! love, mom.”

you chuckle as you show yunho the paper, he sits down on a stool opposite of you.

you start rummaging through the fridge and pantry, eventually finding all the right ingredients to make yunho’s favourite dish.

“how about that, remember how you used to eat an entire pot of this?” you laugh, reminiscing about him forcing you to make this meal on cold nights like this.

“yes, and now i can’t wait to do it again.” he laughs back, getting up to help you in the kitchen. he goes to the sink, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands. you can’t help but watch as the water flows down his palms, dripping off the tips of his fingers. he turns to dry his hands as soon as you snap your head the other direction, suddenly very interested in the produce in front of you.

the faint sound of music playing from a record player fills the gaps between your banter and the chops and plops of cooking. it doesn’t take long before everything is done, and all that is left is to let the meal simmer for a bit in the oversized pot. you tell yunho you’ll be back, deciding to run into your room to change as you’re still in your travel clothes.

yunho makes himself busy in the kitchen, he hears the shower start and finally settles on sitting at the couch. on the coffee table in front of him lies a few photo albums, and he flips through them. among the family photos are countless with him in them. every birthday party, he was right next to you as you blew the candles out your cake. when you got the decision email from your dream school, which you got a scholarship to, he was right next to you, his hand over yours on the mouse. when your favourite aunt got married and he went as your date, your attire matching as you danced together on the dance floor. every moment of your life where he didn’t belong, you made him belong.

back in your room, you’re still draped in a towel as you search through your drawers to find some comfy clothes to wear. you’re dressed in your underwear, preparing to put on some lotion, when you hear a knock at the door that startles you, causing you to drop the jar in your hands onto the floor. then, yunho bursts through the door.

“are you okay?” he asks worriedly, scanning around the room until his vision lands upon you, in just your underwear sitting on the foot of your bed. he darts his eyes downward, now landing on the jar of lotion, laughing as he puts it together that he was worried over just a jar of lotion.

he gets down on one knee before you, gently placing your leg atop his thigh. he picks up the jar to take a scoop out and spread it over your shin, massaging the shea butter into your freshly showered skin.

you stammer, again trying to conform sounds into an understandable sentence, but nothing comes out. this time, yunho takes note of your speechlessness.

“it’s okay, this is the least i can do for you.”

he finishes moisturising your right leg, and switches its place with your left leg, similarly working the moisture in. as he reaches up toward your upper thigh, it’s ever so prevalent on your body the toll it's taking from him being so close to you, especially in your current state.

“you know, i’ve been meaning to apologise to you for so long now…” he sighs, now. he’s massaging both of your thighs as he speaks to you.

“for what?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“shhh, it’s okay. just let me talk to you.” and you don’t need to be told again, so you let him speak his mind.

“i’m sorry for not reaching out to you all these years. i’m sorry for letting our friendship go when i could have saved it. and i’m most sorry for not making you my first girlfriend.” his words are filled with genuine angst, but his eyes can’t help but swirl with something you can’t quite decipher.

“it’s okay, yunho, but i’m not quite sure what you mean.” this time when you speak to him, he looks up to meet you in the eyes. and now, you can clearly see how he is feeling:

he’s yearning.

you know yunho inside and out, you have been able to read him like a book for your entire life. you know what he looks like when he’s feeling upset, angry, even blissful. however, you have never seen him with such a deep feeling of want and desire, let alone for someone, especially that someone being you.

“all these years, all those years, i dreamed about you being by my side.” he gets up from his knees, hovering over you before leaning back down to trap you between his arms.

he crawls the both of you further back onto the bed as he continues to express his feelings.

“earlier, when you asked me about my life?” you nod, watching as his breath grows heavier, his silver cross dangling above your face. “with you by my side, i’ll be complete, my ultimate dream will come true.”

you shudder as his sudden and heavy confession settles into your mind. all these years, he’s felt the same as you, if not even stronger. all the past few years of yunho’s absence is starting to dissolve, and you’re brought back to your younger self who was in love with him, she still lives inside you as the feelings are lit aflame.

“please, y/n, tell me you love me too.” he pleads, his face now mere inches above yours, you see his eyebrows lightly furrowed and the look of pure desperation on his face.

“i’ve loved you since then, and i’ll love you forever.”

that was all yunho needed to hear before finally closing the gap between your lips and his. all the daydreaming about how his lips would feel are put to shame as you now have the real thing. he takes one of his hands to hold your cheek, his large hand covering the entire length of your face. his kiss is littered with little nips and tongues rushing to explore each other. you feel his weight shift as he places a knee between your legs, pressing against the seat of your underwear. you gasp slightly as he applies even more pressure, grinding small movements making you squirm. he leans back from the kiss to swipe your bruised lips with his thumb, pushing it past your slightly parted lips. you circle around his thumb as he keeps pushing it in further as you suck and lick at it playfully. he watches your movements with a soft groan, holding himself back for the moment being.

but, feeling as inpatient as you were, you push his face back into yours as you swat his hand away, going back to an even more heated makeout session. you arch your back further into his touch, allowing him to reach behind you to unclip your bra. the once very calculated yunho turns inpatient himself, moving his knee back and flipping your positions. you find yourself sat on top of his lap, quickly feeling his hardon pressed perfectly between your folds. you lean forward to kiss him again, this time reaching your hands down his shirt to lift it off him, only taking a brief second to go back to tasting his lips. your nails run up and down his torso, lightly scratching his chest and abs as you wander further down to the button of his jeans. as you unzip his pants, his hands go under your panties to feel your hips, showing his strength as it only takes him a light tug to rip your underwear in half, he throws them off to the side to leave you completely bare on top of him.

he finally gets hold of his own waistband, he helps you pull his jeans and boxers down in one go as he dick springs up to slap against his stomach. he’s sat up against the headboard, hands lazily rubbing your hips and pulling them forward. his lips are swollen and his breath pushed through his parted lips. his eyes are heavy with desire, hair messily tousled across his forehead. you take in this sight before you, one you could have only imagined in your wildest dreams. but now, those dreams are becoming a reality.

you sit up higher on your knees, grabbing yunho’s throbbing red-hot erection and hovering over it. you slowly start to sink down, body filled with excitement and a bit of nervousness. yunho lets you go at your own pace, allowing you to go at your own pace and not rush you. eventually, you bottom out, leaning forward to the crook of his neck to breathe properly. he rubs your back and soothes your breathing.

“you’re doing so–hah–so good.” he tells you, but you can feel him starting to get antsy, and so are you.

you sit back up, placing your hands on his shoulders as you start to slowly bounce up and down on his cock, feeling his long shaft and veins drag up and down your walls. you feel the tip gently graze and poke every time you sink down further and further. getting used to the initial stretch, you start to move a little quicker, and are motivated by the grunts coming from yunho underneath you.

“fuck, y/n, just like that.” he groans out, his hands on your hips now bouncing you faster and faster and faster.

“yu, you’re so big.” you cry out, head falling in his chest. he takes control again and starts thrusting up into you. all you can hear is the slapping of your skin together and the squelch coming from your arousal mixing. you start to clench as you feel his movements picking up speed and force.

“you feel so good, baby, better than i ever imagined.” you moan as he punctuates the remark with an especially hard thrust up, making you choke out on your words.

you sit back up again and start to match his motions, adding in small grinds in desperation to feel some friction on your clit. seeing your efforts, yunho moves one of his hands to it, circling in firm shapes to expedite your pleasure. he leans up to kiss love bites all over your neck, shoulders, and chest. marking you blue and purple for people to see for days.

“you’re mine, y/n. you-you know that right? i can’t let you go again.” yunho almost whimpers out. you can hear the yearning in his voice, and it makes you even wetter to see the man himself so desperate for you.

all you can manage to do is nod your head rapidly as you feel your own release nearing. the way he’s moving so constantly with both his hands and his dick, along with his newly confessed feelings still weighing on your mind, makes your head spin and clit throb.

“need to feel you cum around me, can you do that for me? i’ve waited so long, wanna feel that pretty pussy when she cums baby.” your eyes hit the back of your skull when the right combination of his motion, friction, and words hit you. you clench around him and feel a gush of your arousal come out. you moan out as your release hits you, riding out your orgasm as yunho uses all his strength to hold back.

though it hasn’t been long for either of you, all the years of longing and hidden feelings make the experience ten times more intense.

when you’ve come down, and just as he’s close, yunho pulls you off of him, even though your mind is clouded with lust, he still has some sense of reality as he tries to finish himself off. you replace his hands with your own, swatting them away as you stroke his length. you spit on the head, watching it mix with his precum and ooze out down his shaft. you bury your head down to give kitten licks at the slit, making him hiss as he tangles his hands in your hair. you let him control your head movements as you feel him push down down down.

his tip pokes at the back of your throat as you’re determined to take all of him. he doesn’t really give you much choice in the matter as he’s so caught up in the warmth of your mouth to think about anything else. you run your hands back up his abs and caress his stomach as you feel his ragged breathing.

“fuckfuckfuck,” was all the warning yunho gave you before finally releasing in your mouth. you feel his seed sticky down your throat, and as you start to pull him out he sputters more in your mouth. you stick your tongue out and slap the tip against it, he has a few more pumps spread across your lips as he finally calms down. you lick your lips clean and swallow the rest in your mouth, albeit a little sore.

yunho is quick to recover, laying you back down on the bed, and crawling down between your legs.

“let me return the favour, pretty.” he dives between your legs with full force. he wastes no time on teasing as he indulges in the taste of you. he tongue moves from licking your clit to prodding at your clenching hole. his lips wrap around your throbbing bud in haste as he sucks and nibbles lightly.

you look down just as he takes his hand to join his mouth. he expertly pushes two fingers in, immediately causing you to moan out as you feel him all over. he takes his free hand to push your hips down, locking you down on the bed.

his lips continue to lick up everything you have to offer, and again it does not take you long to have your second orgasm of the night.

yunho climbs in bed and pulls you onto his chest, and again, no words are spoken, none need to be. everything which has been bubbling up for your entire lives has been dealt with now. you both were once kids with no thoughts for the future, but for the first time since you have met, you anticipate tomorrow.

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venusplan · 11 months ago

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Do you think you could write like a Heian era Sukuna x a very sick! reader? Like reader coughs up blood and sometimes can't even feed themselves. Please and thank you!! Much love 💕💗🧷🎀

a/n :: my first anon :0 tysm! ofc I can. I love Sukuna sm (all my babies are gone)

tw — blood, very sick reader, soft Sukuna(he'd murder us in a heartbeat), fem!reader(sorryyy), fluff + angst!!

It's told that Sukuna has never had a wife or kids. Though that much is true. Though it's not like he didn't think about marrying a specific person. That person being you. Though, unluckily you had fallen sick. The first signs weren't all that bad. You'd cough every so often. Then blood started to appear. Coughing became hacking. Non-stop coughing and wheezing at night

Sukuna had noticed the signs before but you reassured hm it was nothing, and you just didn't feel good and that it would go away. It didn't and it got worse. The moment he noticed how sick you had fallen he didn't try to leave your side much. Though it was only so far so he could protect you. Truthfully, no one had known of your place with him.

He wanted to keep you safe and protected, until he couldn't. He figured one of maids were sick and caused your sickness. So he killed them all, but not just the maids. The cooks, anyone you could practically be around. New people would come and fill their shoes.

Sometimes he would come into your chambers, having Uraume bringing your food on a sliver platter. Truthfully he never knew what dish would be your last, or if you maybe somehow over come it. Which doesn't seem likely.

He shared every part of his life with you. Just like how you shared yours. Truthfully he loves you, though it was more by actions than words. He wouldn't admit to crying in front of you, hiding it. Not like ever did cry, right?

But maybe he did when you finally passed.

Maybe he did treat you with more kindness than he ever did. You were more than just a weak human. You were his, maybe more weaker than any of the others. But he had a strong like towards you. Was able to tolerate you.

Sometimes he missed your annoying yapping, the annoying look in your eye when he would look at you. The way you smelt, the way you treated. Maybe he did, but he'd never admit that. You were like his secret.

His love, his most everything. Maybe he did miss you, but he'd never say it out loud.

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x1un4rx · 3 months ago

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| A Night to Remember | (No Outbreak) |

Pairings: Bf!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: A quiet night out with Joel turns into a meaningful and intimate experience for the reader. After a cozy dinner, the two of them escape to a peaceful spot to stargaze, enjoying each other’s company. It’s a night of connection, comfort, and a little bit of unexpected tension, all under the stars.

Warnings: mild language, fluff, jealousy, mild possessiveness, light romance.

A/N: I had fun (also suffered) writing this one! I wanted to make it sweet, soft, and a little steamy—because who doesn’t love a little romance, right? Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think! <3 (I didn't proof-read this properly, so apologies if something sounds weird/doesn't make sense.)

Word Count: 2,8k+

Credits: @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers <33

(edit: I made changes with the dividers. Also for future references that I've forgotten to clarify, I edit my work ALL THE TIME, so my works when reblogged by others look different, sorryyy (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ))

The house was unusually quiet tonight. No sounds of Ellie barging through the door with her usual energy, no music playing from her room, no chaos over something small that you both would inevitably laugh about later. It was just the two of you, alone for the evening, and it felt like a luxury. Sarah was in college now, juggling her studies and figuring out life away from home and Ellie was at a friend’s house for the night—a sleepover, her first in weeks, and the quiet was strangely comforting.

You were standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, adjusting your hair for the third time. It wasn’t a special occasion or anything—just a romantic dinner date with Joel. But you’d been looking forward to it, especially after the week you’d both had. You were used to the small moments with him—the late-night talks, the quiet mornings—but tonight, you wanted to feel a little more… put together. The soft fabric of your dress hugged your figure just enough, nothing flashy, but enough to make you feel good about yourself. You didn’t need anything extravagant to remind you of how far you’d come with Joel. But maybe, just maybe, tonight felt different.

You caught your reflection in the mirror for a second too long and realized you were smiling at yourself. You could hear Joel’s low, familiar voice from behind the door.

“Everything alright in there?”

You rolled your eyes, still trying to get the perfect look. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just making sure I don’t look like a disaster.”

Joel’s chuckle came through the door, warm and teasing. “You can’t not look good, babe.”

You felt a smile tug at your lips. That’s Joel. The man who knew exactly how to make you feel like the most beautiful person in the room—even when you weren’t trying. His words were like a secret confidence boost you never asked for but always appreciated.

You gave up trying to get your hair perfect and called out to him. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Miller.”

There was another soft knock on the door, followed by the sound of the door creaking open. Joel’s face appeared, and you immediately had to suppress a laugh. There he was, looking like he’d just stepped out of a magazine. His jeans were perfectly worn in, his shirt a little more pressed than usual, sleeves rolled up, showcasing his forearms—those strong, calloused hands that always made you feel safe.

“You still gonna be in there forever, or what?” Joel grinned, crossing his arms, leaning against the doorframe with that cocky, laid-back expression you loved so much. “I was startin’ to think you were gonna leave me hangin’.”

You raised an eyebrow, eyes scanning him up and down. “Dramatic much?”

Joel smirked, pushing off the doorframe and stepping inside. His eyes didn’t leave you for a second. He always had this way of looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. It wasn’t like he had to try—it just happened.

“Yeah, yeah. Dramatic. You ready yet, or am I gonna have to keep waitin’ for you?” he asked, moving closer, wrapping him arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder, breathing on your neck.

You felt your chest flutter, and despite the teasing in his tone, you could tell there was something softer in his eyes. Something different tonight. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You always know how to make everything look effortless, don’t you?” His voice was lower now, more sincere than teasing.

You laughed softly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “You’re just saying that.” Joel looked at you through the mirror, looking at you in utterly disbelief. "I would never lie to you, my love."

Joel then pulled away from you and just smiled, a quiet, affectionate smile, before extending his hand. “C’mon, let’s get outta here before I forget we actually have a reservation.”

The drive to the restaurant was easy, comfortable. The quiet between you was never awkward—just the gentle hum of the engine and the music playing softly on the radio, songs that you both recognized. You didn’t need to fill the silence with anything more.

But when you pulled up outside the restaurant, a new energy seemed to shift. Joel straightened in his seat, his fingers drumming absentmindedly on the steering wheel. It wasn’t just a dinner to him. He had been planning this for awhile, putting in the effort, and you could feel the anticipation coming off of him in waves.

“Ready?” he asked, eyes glinting as he turned to look at you.

You met his gaze, that familiar warmth spreading through your chest. He didn’t just ask if you were ready for the evening. He was asking if you were ready for the next few hours—just the two of you, away from everything.

He always had a way of making everything else disappear.

“I’m ready,” you said, leaning over and pressing a kiss against his cheek. It wasn’t big or showy—just a quiet, simple gesture—but you saw the way his grin grew in response.

“You’re too good lookin’,” Joel said, "You sure you don't want me to start the truck again, head home and have fun in bed instead?" his voice laced with fondness and teasingness.

You gave him a look, "No love, let's go have a lovely dinner, instead of being cooped up at home and eating leftovers."

He held your hand as soon as you both climbed out of the truck, keeping you close to him as you made your way toward the restaurant. There was a quiet protectiveness in the way he kept his hand around yours, like he didn’t want to let go, even for a second.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “You gonna hold my hand the whole night, or what?”

Joel flashed you an exaggerated pout, that teasing look never leaving his face. “What can I say? You’re way too good lookin’ to let go. Gotta keep you close just in case.”

You laughed softly, the warmth of his touch grounding you. You could tell that tonight—tonight, he wasn’t just the guy who looked out for you. He was all in, fully present, and it made your heart beat a little faster than usual.

Dinner passed in a blur of delicious food and even better conversation. Joel was as charming as ever, effortlessly making you laugh with his lovely, dry humor and his little sarcastic remarks. But it wasn’t just the jokes—it was the way he’d lean in a little closer when he spoke, the way his hand brushed against yours under the table, the quiet glances that spoke volumes more than words could.

It was comfortable, easy. The kind of night that made you feel like you were the only two people who mattered in the world.

And then, just as dessert was being served, Joel excused himself to the bathroom. You were left to your own thoughts for a moment, the buzz of the restaurant fading into the background.

That’s when the guy, whom seemed like he was from the bar across the road due to his wobbly footing, was walking up to you, had caught your eye.

Your not in the mood for this. You wanted a lovely dinner with your man, but this guy had to rock up... amazing.

“Hey, beautiful. Can I sit with you?” His voice was too smooth, too confident. He leaned against the edge of your table, his body angled just a little too close.

"I saw you from the bar across the road, thought I might take a chance with a pretty girl like you." He said, eyeing you up and down. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

You blinked, taken off guard. “Uh, I’m waiting for someone,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

The guy didn’t move, just smiled, and leaned in a little more. “Oh, come onn, we could share a drink or something. I’m sure the bloke you came with won’t mind.”

You raised an eyebrow, more uncomfortable now. “No, really. I’m fine.”

But he didn’t back off. He just kept smiling like it was all a joke, a game. “You sure? I think you’re missing your chance here pretty, you positive you wouldn't want a drink with lil' ol' me?” This man was gradually becoming more disgusting and annoying by the millisecond.

Your patience was wearing thin, and you didn’t want to make a scene, but his persistence was starting to piss you off. Just as you were about to speak again, you saw Joel coming back from the bathroom.

You felt the relief flood through you, but it was short-lived. Joel’s eyes scanned the room, landing on the guy standing far too close to you. He didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Everything okay here?” Joel’s voice was low, calm, but you could see the shift in his body, the protective stance he was taking.

The guy hesitated for a moment, his smirk faltering. He clearly hadn’t expected Joel to show up so quickly, and when he saw the way Joel was looking at him—there was no mistaking the intent. Joel wasn’t backing down.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem,” the guy muttered, giving you a final look before retreating.

Joel didn’t take his eyes off the guy until he was out of sight. Then, he turned to you, his expression softening as he reached for your hand.

“You okay? Did he do anything to you darlin'? ” His voice was quieter now, almost apologetic. He was the kind of guy who didn’t like confrontation, but when it came to you? He’d do anything to make sure you felt safe.

You smiled at him, grateful. “Yeah, just didn’t know what to do. Thanks for stepping in hun.”

Joel squeezed your hand, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. “Ain’t no one gonna mess with you when I’m around, sweetheart.”

After dinner, Joel’s truck rumbled down the quiet road, the noise of the city faded into the background, it was like stepping into another world altogether. The quiet of the woods wrapped around you like a blanket—peaceful, uninterrupted. Just the sound of your breaths and the rustle of leaves in the distance.

The air was cool, carrying the fresh scent of earth and pine, the kind of crisp evening breeze that settled into your bones, making everything feel clean and new. When Joel finally pulled off the main road, heading into a small, secluded patch of woods, you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat a little faster. There was something about the stillness of nature that always made you feel both small and incredibly alive, especially with Joel beside you.

He parked the truck at the edge of a grassy hill, surrounded by nothing but open land and a sky full of stars. It was perfect—just like he’d planned.

You stepped out of the truck, inhaling the cool air deeply, letting it fill your lungs. The night seemed to expand in every direction, endless and vast. You walked a few paces away, and then, for a moment, you simply stopped and tilted your head back. The sky was so clear, so wide, that it took your breath away. The stars shone like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas, each one brighter and closer than you’d ever seen in the city.

You could see the Milky Way, a faint but beautiful streak across the sky, and the constellations you’d learned about as a kid suddenly seemed more real, more tangible. There was something magical about being here, so far from everything else. The stars felt almost like they were there just for you, like they were a secret shared only between you and the universe.

Joel’s voice broke through your thoughts, warm and close. “You alright?”

You turned toward him and smiled, already knowing he was watching you with that soft, caring expression. The kind that made you feel like you were the only person who mattered in the world to him. "Yeah, just... it’s amazing out here."

Joel chuckled lightly, walking over to you and placing a hand on your back, guiding you to the blanket he’d set out on the grass. “I thought you might like it,” he said, that grin of his tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You did mention it when we first met." You looked at him, smiling slightly. "You remembered it?" You were surprised he remembered something from 3 years ago.

You sat down on the blanket, and Joel followed, stretching out beside you. His hand brushed against yours, fingers intertwining, his warmth against your side, a steady presence that grounded you. You both lay back, the sky opening up above you, vast and endless, and for a moment, it was like everything else melted away. The truck, the world, everything. It was just the two of you, the stars, and the cool night air.

As you settled in, your head found its place against his shoulder, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful calm. Joel’s arm draped casually over your body, his fingers lightly brushing the skin of your arm, as if he wanted to be as close to you as possible without even trying. You could feel the gentle pulse of his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his shirt. It was a familiar sound, comforting and safe, and you let yourself sink into it.

“The stars look different out here,” Joel said, his voice a soft rasp in the stillness, like he was marveling at the view for the first time too. "They look...prettier."

You smiled, your eyes tracing the patterns above you. “Yeah,” you said, your voice quiet, almost in awe. “They’re... more alive. Like you can actually see them, y’know? The way they’re all scattered across the sky, like the universe just decided to let us in on its secret.”

Joel let out a soft hum of agreement, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm. “Guess there’s a whole lot more out there than we ever see, huh?”

You nodded, unable to look away from the stars. “It’s... it’s incredible. Sometimes I forget how big the world is, how much of it we don’t even know about.”

For a long time, neither of you spoke. There was something peaceful about that silence, a comfortable kind of quiet that wasn’t awkward but full of understanding. Just the gentle rustle of the grass beneath you, the breeze moving the trees in the distance, and the faint hum of insects.

“I used to come out here a lot,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady, as if the night made you want to share more than you usually did. “When things were rough, I’d just lie on my back and look up at the stars. It always made me feel like... like I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was.”

Joel’s fingers paused in their movement, and you could feel him turn his head toward you, his gaze soft in the darkness. “You were never alone darlin',” he said quietly, his voice firm but gentle, like he wanted to reassure you that you were never carrying the weight of the world by yourself.

You met his gaze, finding the sincerity in his eyes. It made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, but... it’s different now,” you whispered. “I have you. And I’m not just looking at the stars alone anymore.”

Joel smiled at that, a little crooked grin that made your chest feel warm. “Well, we got a hell of a view tonight, don’t we?” He nudged you gently with his elbow, his voice laced with affection.

You laughed softly, leaning closer to him, your fingers brushing his again. “We do. It’s perfect.”

His arm tightened around you slightly, pulling you just a little closer, as if he couldn’t help himself. “Yeah… it’s just right.” His voice dropped, almost to a whisper, like he was speaking to you alone, like the night itself was a secret between just the two of you. “Just us. Right here.”

You nestled your head a little deeper into his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body against yours and the steady, comforting beat of his heart. The stars seemed to shine even brighter when you thought about how far you’d come, how much you’d shared and how much more you still had ahead of you.

For a few moments, you let yourself drift, your eyes closed, breathing in the night air. You didn’t need words. You didn’t need anything more than this—the quiet company of someone who understood you, the peaceful presence of the stars above, and the promise that no matter what, you’d always have this moment to hold on to.

In that moment, it wasn’t just about the stars or the quiet, but about everything that had led up to this. How far you’d come. How much you had, just right here, with him.

- lunar <3

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sxffrxn · 2 years ago

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when love strikes OP81

An Oscar Piastri x Reader, enemies to lovers story

Part One Part Two

Summary: Oscar Piastri and Y/N have a long-lasting feud, nobody knows why. Do they themselves even know why?

Warnings: Reader is very British, swearing, implying the C word (never said), more swearing, probably grammar mistakes, severe lack of interaction between Oscar and Y/N in this one - sorryyy

Word Count: 2.2k

The blazing sun sank low over the horizon, casting a golden haze over the Bahrain International Circuit. The descent of the marigold ball could only signal one thing.

The official beginning to the 2023 Formula One Season.

Y/N was completely focused into her pre-race traditions, firstly consisting of a precise and perfect set of joint and limb stretches. Although, to some, it appears that you don’t need any physical preparation before clambering into the vehicle, Y/N found that if she didn’t, her race would be ruined - call it superstition or something.

The one time that Y/N got caught up in media - and gossip around the paddock - was the first, and only, DNF of her Formula One career. After suffering a loss of power in the 23rd lap of the Italian Grand Prix in Monza, Y/N had to retire the car and make the devastating walk of shame back to the garage.

“1,2,3,4,5” she counted slowly under her breath, dropping her left arm to then hold her right arm stretched across her back in a somewhat awkward position “1,2,3,4,5, breathe” was whispered as she sighed out a breath of anxiety and panic.

Y/N raced for the newly appointed 11th team on the grid, the prestigious Lamborghini. Albeit not having a massive history in Formula One, Y/N saw it as the best offer of her career. In her rookie season - 2022, Y/N raced for Scuderia Alpha Tauri, alongside her longtime friend Yuki Tsunoda. The two were very close, so much so that if you told Yuki something very important and secretive, Y/N would 101% know in the space of an hour.

When news broke that Y/N would not be re-signing with Alpha Tauri for the 2023 season, all hell broke loose. The media and press were so quick to assume that she was ‘not cut out for Formula One’ or that she was secretly dating about 13 of the 19 other drivers. However when it was announced that Lamborghini would be represented in Formula MotorSports, some fans were quick to put two and two together. I mean, the first female driver to score above 75 points in Formula One history - let alone her rookie season - was to be out of the sport before being given a proper chance? That was too crazy. Both Y/N and Robert Shwartzman had signed for the team in 2023, the two had been very well acquainted beforehand due to the history of them in the Prema racing team in Formula Two. Some even dubbed them as the funniest drivers among them all because of the frequent YouTube challenge videos uploaded of them both (and their coworkers I suppose but none of them even came close to being on the same level as Y/N and Robert).

Along with a new team, there came new rookies in the 2023 season. This included one of Y/N’s biggest rivals since her days in Formula Three.

Oscar bloody Piastri.

The two were infamous for being at each other's necks anytime they were put in close proximity to one another, this led to many PR meetings and a whole lot of complications on the grid. The press, being the vultures they are, were so very quick to pin the blame wholey on Y/N, this - understandably - made her despise the aussie even more. Why were the media making her out to be the bad guy when they don’t know the story?

But to be completely honest, neither of the two could pinpoint when they went from being teammates to borderline enemies. It could have been when Oscar clipped the back of Y/N’s car, in a Formula Three race, causing her to spin out and injure her arm from the impact. Or maybe it was when Y/N pushed past Oscar afterwards, purposefully knocking her uninjured arm against his, and muttering a very colourful insult under her breath - she 100% meant for him to hear it.

When Y/N was scrolling through twitter and came across Oscar’s tweet declaring that he will not be racing for Alpine despite their statement, she undoubtedly did let out a small laugh at the embarrassment Alpine must be facing, before reminding herself who he was. After that, Y/N did, albeit very secretively, keep up with all the news on Oscar’s debut in Formula One. Maybe she missed the rivalry on track that determined her to do better, or perhaps she was just keeping up with the competition; the latter is what she kept telling herself is what she was doing.

Just as Y/N was getting ready to leave her motorhome, a knock sounded at her door.

“One second!” she called, and rushed to pick up her helmet. When she opened the door, she was met with the grin of her old teammate.

“Hiya Yuki, you ready for the new season?” she asked, her tone was cheerful, masking the anxiety. The problem she was facing was the unpredictability of the car. Of course she had gone through preseason testing, practice and qualifying without a hitch, but who knows how the car would perform for a long period of time?

“Hey Y/N, I’m feeling quite nervous to be completely honest. Are you not?” he wondered. Y/N let out a laugh,

“No mate, I am fucking shitting myself I can’t lie to you” she said lightheartedly as they begun the walk towards the garages.

“Well I understand that. Good luck for the race” he said, patting Y/N on the back and veering off in the direction to his garage. Y/N called out good luck to him too, and stepped inside the garage. She didn’t think she would get used to the yellowish interior of the Lamborghini garage, but to be completely honest, it was kind of growing on her. If it were some obnoxious fluorescent yellow, maybe she would have been second guessing her move to the new team, but the amber and gold hues that surrounded her did not cause a headache.

The car was absolutely gorgeous, the hints of gold detailed the body of the car from front to back, and the main body of the car being black with carbon fibre helped to really enhance the beauty of the design.

As her race engineer ran through the strategy for this first race, Y/N peered outside and accidentally locked eyes with a certain driver.

Oscar Piastri’s brown eyes almost stared into her soul, when she realised who she was having a stare-off with, the rolled her eyes in a dramatic manner and gave her sole attention to the race engineer, his name was Dan and he was a nice enough bloke, of course Y/N hadn’t really had the time to get to know him but so far he was polite and professional. All the best qualities.

The cars had just begun their warm up lap. Y/N sat comfortably in P7 in qualifying and she was feeling semi-confident with the car. To say it was comfortable would probably be an overstatement but compared to her Alpha Tauri car, it wasn’t too shabby.

“And it’s lights out in Bahrain for the 2023 season!”

Y/N got away quite nicely, managing to pass to P5 in the opening corner. Luckily, she was able to keep that pace for most of the race. As she was gaining on that P4 position, Dan called through her radio, telling her to push. She did just that and was able to take the fourth position. With just 2 laps to go, Dan told her to just defend to the finish line. Unfortunately, in the final corner she had just a little bit of understeer causing her to be pushed to fifth. That wasn’t too bad? Her race engineer called through the radio to let Y/N know her position and she was elated with joy.

“Let’s goooo!!” she spoke through the channel, “Thanks guys! This car is quite something!” she continued.

After the podium presentation, Y/N found herself being whisked away into a hurricane of interviews, most of which asking her the same questions with the same pre approved answers.

“Were your hopes high joining a brand new Formula One team?”

“Did you expect to get the result you did today?”

“How did the car feel?”

“Are you proud with the performance of the car?”

However one interviewer veered off course from the actual racing, and instead started to quiz Y/N on her own personal life. In her rookie season, Y/N was withdrawn and shy, hardly interacting with the media. This new season must have obviously meant she was keen to share every minute detail about herself.

Of course the media knew about Oscar and Y/N’s feud off track, it was hard to ignore them giving each other dirty glares across the paddock whenever they found the chance to.

“So, Y/N, why do you have a longstanding rivalry with Mclaren’s new driver, Oscar Piastri?” he spoke. To be completely honest, Y/N was panicking, she had never blanked in an interview before but this question was quite unexpected. Luckily she was able to compose herself and spoke;

“Well it's not necessarily just a rivalry between me and Oscar, everyone in motorsports is determined to perform better than others. And me and Oscar, being on the same team for a period of time, along with all other teammates on the grid know the expectation to do better than them, your teammate is your biggest competition.” In her mind, Y/N was patting herself on the back for such a calculated response in a short time, however the reporter clapped back with another question.

“But you and Oscar are no longer teammates and were not even in the same series last year, why has your displeasure followed you two since then? Has something happened behind the scenes?” Y/N had to bite her tongue to stop her from saying ‘no it was all broadcasted live, the prick bashed into the back of me’ but she was reserved and just shook her head and smiled.

“I wouldn’t say displeasure, just competition, if you look at other drivers on the grid, are they getting questioned on their past with another driver? No.” Y/N cocked her head as if she was genuinely asking a question. Finally, her assistant managed to grab her away after the awkward encounter on the pretence of going over some data.

When she was a good distance away from the cameras, Y/N let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. God could that have been any more stressful? Her assistant told her that she wasn’t actually needed for data review yet and that she was free to relax wherever she pleases. Y/N smiled at her and said a thanks before bolting off to the catering. God she was so hungry, she could eat a hors- no way that's gross! She was so hungry, she could demolish at least 3 full sandwiches.

Her mind wandered as she sat down with her food, why are both Y/N and Oscar so petty, I mean the crash was years ago?! Anyways, Y/N decided she didn’t care about the ‘right’ or ‘logical’ thing to do - apologise for making such a fuss about nothing - and instead concurred that the best solution was to continue to act as though Oscar had done something crazy like kill her firstborn child.

Y/N stood up with a stretch making her back pop, and took her rubbish to the bin, as she was leaving, her eyes glanced over to a flash of orange. Ugh. She physically rolled her eyes. What she didn’t realise though, is that the orange was approaching her. Y/N had turned around to walk to the garage and go over her and her teammates’ performance. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to meet the face of a certain Mclaren driver. This one, however, is the one she would have most preferred.

“What’s up with you and Oscar? I saw you two glaring at each other and then in your interview, all they did was ask about Oscar.” Lando asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Hm? I don’t know what you’re talking about?” she told him innocently, flashing him a smile.

“No, no. I asked him first. He says it’s because you brake checked him in Formula Three and got hurt.” Lando replied digging further, God he really is nosey.

“I did not brake check him. He rammed his car into the back of mine!” Y/N snapped back, pointing accusatory into Lando’s chest. Lando raised his hands in surrender,

“Hey, hey, don’t shoot the messenger, I was just curious.” Lando quickly replied. Y/N huffed and rolled her eyes. Y/N turned to walk away after saying a quick bye to Lando.

Y/N came to an absolutely shocking revelation

Oscar Piastri is a massive pain in the arse.

A/N: hey guys!! first part is officially out. I hope you guys enjoy. If you have any requests for what to include in later chapter then please don’t be shy to. Also please correct any errors it is greatly appreciated. Hope you guys have a lovely day !!!

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #fanfic #formula one x reader #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #formula one #f1 #romance #reader x oscar piastri #oscar piastri x self-insert #f1 x female driver #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #op81 #oscarpiastri81 #sxffrxn

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youaintnothinbuta · 1 year ago

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Hi, love your writing

I would love to see more Jack Kelly images and little bulbs, fluff, smut literally anything.

Maybe one where reader and Jack just spent time cuddling in jacks penthouse, trying to hide from the other boys cus they keep tease them.

“they won't find us in here” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: you and Jack are hiding away in his room, trying to have a little cuddle, which the other boys always like to make the centre of their amusement

Pairing: jack kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 556

Warnings: none, fluff, maybe typos if so sorryyy <3

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The dingy light of the Lodging House barely reached Jack's room, casting a warm, golden glow on the worn-out furniture and scattered newspapers and clothes. You and Jack, seeking a quiet escape from the high energy of the other newsies, found solace in his bedroom. The laughter and banter of the other boys still echoed through the air, but Jack had expertly tucked the two of you away, hidden from their teasing eyes.

As you settled into the cozy space, Jack draped an extra blanket over his bed, creating a makeshift nest. The soft sounds of hushed laughter and the muffled chatter of the boys outside filtered through, creating a comforting background noise.

Jack motioned for you to join him on the bed. “They won't find us in here,” he whispered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but giggle, realising the absurdity of the situation. "Is this really how much effort it takes, just for us to have some cuddle time?" you teased.

Jack chuckled, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. "I wouldn’t say this is a lot of effort- they're just nosy."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you nestled into the blankets beside him. Jack pulled you into a warm embrace, the scent of newsprint and a hint of cologne enveloping you. The soft touch of Jack's fingers traced patterns on your back, a rhythmic motion that seemed to synchronise with the beat of your hearts. “This is nice,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't help but agree.

As you rested against him, the teasing banter of the boys outside became more audible. The distinctive voices of Race, Albert, and the others echoed in the hallway, their comments gradually becoming more pointed.

“Where's Jack?”

“Probably off being bottle fed!”

“Whispering sweet nothings I bet.”

“Can't believe he turns into a softie around a girl.”

Jack, his brows furrowing, shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry about them. They're relentless.”

You laughed. “Hey, I’m not the one they’re insulting. They just don't get to see this side of you often."

He smiled, the warmth in his eyes deepening. “You're right. It's our little secret.”

Jack's fingers idly played with a strand of your hair, continuing their gentle caress. The quietude of the room invited a sense of relaxation, your words slipped out almost as a murmur.

“You’re so comfy. I could just fall asleep.”

He grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You can do that, sweetheart.”

With a sigh of contentment, you allowed the gentle embrace of sleep to envelop you, feeling the rise and fall of Jack’s chest as he held you. Jack listened to the fading banter with a mix of amusement and exasperation. As the night unfolded, Jack carefully adjusted the blankets around you, ensuring your comfort. The usual mischievous glint in his eyes instead softened into a tender gaze as he watched you sleep peacefully.

The creak of the door signaled the return of the newsies, their laughter now reduced to tired murmurs. Jack, ever protective, shot a warning glance at the doorway, silently urging them to keep their distance. The boys, catching on to Jack’s mood, exchanged knowing looks and dispersed, respecting the unspoken boundary around Jack’s room. Eventually, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep too.

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mothiepixie · 7 months ago

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what did Motti and fae Nightmare think of each other when they first met? what about her first caught and kept his interest, and (if it's a different answer) made him want to pursue her romantically? (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

(Hhhhhhh this came out longer than intended, so sorryyy (ミ⚆³⚆ミ))

They thought of each other as really annoying. lmaooo

When they first met, Hiemal (might start using Hiemal for Nightmare since it is his Faeu name teehee) could sense a White Stag in danger while he was in Autumn for business. Instead he found Motti and caught her when she fell out of a tree.

To be fairly honest, he was annoyed, feeling tricked and Motti was equally annoyed because he was so rude about it.

There were quite a bit of quips hurled between them, basically two tsunderes clashing heads.

However, Hiemal just couldn't wrap his head around why Motti, of all people, would be blessed by a White Stag. He decided to let her stay around so he could observe and conjure up his own reason why she would be.

But initially what was the start of keeping his interest was that one day Hiemal attempted to get Motti to give her true name and she said only if he gave his first. It got him to chuckle. And it wasn't the last time Motti got him to laugh.

More and more, he was seeing sides to Motti that kept breaking his assumptions about her.

She was hot-headed, but yet if he approached her differently, Motti was very patient and understanding.

He saw that she was pretty open to people, but yet didn't like physical touch. But Motti wouldn't hesitate if someone, or a creature, needed comforting.

He appreciated that while Motti may have not been knowledgeable about some things and she would admit so, she would take steps to learn about it. He frequently found himself enjoying their discussions and debates. Hiemal's reasoning was sometimes on the logical side while Motti leaned on ethics.

When Hiemal had to return to Winter to attend his duties, Motti never left his mind.

He did try to play it coy and persuade her to come with him, but she politely declined, saying she had to finish something.

When they finally reunited after a year and Motti was a full fae, she was still the same kind of person.

On one of the business trips for him to select some fabric, Motti asked him to remove his cloak so she could color match with his wings and Hiemal was very curt with her. Angrily so.

He anticipated her lashing out. Maybe baring her teeth like her usual hot headed self would. He was even ready to send her on her way.

But Motti gave him a hurt look before it turned to understanding. She spoke calmly and comfortably, saying she overstepped. She even then asked how she could prevent upsetting him in the future.

She didn't press, didn't demand.

What might have changed to see her romantically is because of her patience and perseverance toward him.

He could see her being by his side during the cold quiet nights spilling his secrets, worries or hopes, and Motti would give nothing but the fulfillment of being accepted. Maybe even forgiven. Definitely cherished.

#mothie talks #fae motti #fae nightmare #Fae Nightmare x motti #Hiemal #also if i mischaracterized him blow me up to smithereensss ✧ﾟ･:*ʅ(ìωì)

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l5byrinth · 1 year ago

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safe and sound

“you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.”

pairing: finnick odair x reader

summary: in which finnick shows up at your doorstep and vents his heart out.

warnings/contains: fluff, idk tbh lmk if i should add more

requested

a/n: i combined this with another request bc they were quite similar but tysm for the requests anons 🫶🏼 btw i didn’t really know how to end it im so sorryyy it’s bad. actually this entire one shot is bad 😭

As the sun set, you watched it from behind glass, captivated by the colours adorning the sky. It was something you rarely did, mostly because you had an insanely busy schedule as a former victor who lived in the capitol.

A knock on your door, however, ruined the one moment you had on your own. With a sigh, you walked towards the door, wondering who was visiting you at this hour. When you opened, you were surprised when you were met with Finnick. Yes, the Finnick Odair. The victor from district four who you had grown a fond friendship with. And had on whom you had a secret little crush on. “Hi, finn?” You questioned, rather than said, wondering why he was at your doorstep out of the blue.

Your relationship with Finnick was… difficult. The two of you had shared a kiss and admitted your feelings to each other before, but nothing really came from it. Mostly because you were both scared what would happen when the friendship you shared would blossom into something more. Besides, you hadn’t talked to him for quite some time.

And yet here he was standing silently in front of you. There was something about him that just didn’t sit right with you. His usual cocky and confident attitude, was replaced with an entirely different one. “Well, come in.” The door creaked when you opened it further and you cringed at the sound of it. He walked towards your living space, as if he had already been here countless of times, which he had of course.

It was like his second home before it got complicated between the two of you.

You closed the door behind you, before following him, a million questions filling your head. He didn’t utter a word, staring at the same sunset you had been watching only a minute ago. “Finnick, is everything alright?”

And it was as if that was his tipping point, because he suddenly stumbled into your arms. You were taken aback, that’s for sure, but you hugged him tight nevertheless. You cooed sweet nothings as tears left his eyes like a waterfall. While soothingly rubbing his back, you let him cry his eyes out, not caring that your sweater was now soaking wet from his tears.

“Finn, whatever it is, just let it out.” You said softly, waiting for him to have cried it all out. The man holding onto you for dear life felt ashamed for breaking down like this. But after what he had been through that night, he just couldn’t bottle it up anymore like he usually did. And when he realised it, the only person who he would want by his side was you.

“Sorry.” Finnick mumbled with his head rested on your shoulder. And if you weren’t so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard it. He pulled away, one of his hands lingering on your waist, as he wiped the tears on his cheeks with the other. He had been looking down the entire time, but when he finally looked up at you, you could see the pain and fatigue in his eyes. “Oh, finnick.” You put your hand on his cheek and he leaned into the comforting touch.

After he had calmed down, the two of you sat down on your couch. The same couch you were sat at when you finally admitted your feelings. But none of that was important at the moment. Finnick told you about everything he had been going through since he became a victor at the age of fourteen. The man in front of you told things you could never imagine anyone to go through. Your heart broke for Finnick the more he explained and you wished you had noticed this all sooner.

You drew him in for another hug, telling him you would do anything for him. You assured him, “We will get through this together and make sure nothing happens to you anymore. I’m here for you, Finn. And whatever you need, you can ask me.” Finnick nodded knowingly, wiping away the tears that had fallen down your face because of his story, “I know, love. You always are.”

“I know it’s hard, but whatever happens, you’re safe and sound. With me.” You grabbed ahold of his hands and pecked his knuckles lovingly, his heart skipping a beat. A small grateful smile made its way onto his face as he drew you in closer, wrapping his arms around you while you rested your head on his chest. It was as if a weight had fallen off of his shoulder and he let out a contented sigh.

He indeed felt safe and sound. With you.

#finnick odair #fluff #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #the hunger games #thg fanfiction #thg finnick #finnick odair x you #finnick oneshot #finnick x y/n #finnick fluff #finnick imagine #hunger games finnick

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 2 months ago

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Sexiest Podcast Character 2024 — Scripted Redemption Bracket — Round 2.5

Propaganda

Angelique (The Secret of St Kilda):

She’s simply perfect in every way. Flirts with Lockie especially but also kind of everyone. Runs the only (?) store on the island and uses the fight (more of a one sided beating, really) that happens inside it as an excuse to remodel. Allegedly went topless in the Louvre after a fight with her father. She’s literally the sexiest person on the island trust me. With your help, she could be the sexiest podcast character too!

Doug Eiffel (Wolf 359):

man with long hair + lots of body hair + nicotine addiction + aura of cringefail #is v attractive to me sorryyy

#EIFFEL! #vote eiffel everyone #my boy <3 #my awful girldad <3

#DOUGLAS EIFFEL #YEAHHHH GO CRINGEFAIL PEACEKEEPER

Additional propaganda below the cut:

Angelique (The Secret of St Kilda):

#VOTE ANGELIQUE MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!! #sexiest podcast character TO ME! trust! #she’s perfect

#this is so sad I should’ve campaigned harder 😔 #Godspeed on future rounds Rowan #rip Angelique for getting exiled that shot doesn’t go well when you’re from st kilda

#anyways in an island of cultists find yourself a woman who will let you beat up a guy in her shop and be so so chill about it

#she IS extra. she IS sexy. also shes a woman and i love women

This is propaganda for all the female characters. Voters please remember how pretty all women are and factor that into every single vote you make. Thank you.

Doug Eiffel (Wolf 359):

he's hot. dilf. silly. yeah.

#DOUG! DOUG FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!

#doug eiffel is one of the only characters in this tournament i genuinely find attractive godbless 🙏 #(<- /acespec not /passive aggressive to be clear)

I don't really remember anything about Wolf 359 since I only listened to a few episodes so I'm throwing my lot in with whoever has the most compelling/funniest propaganda. I think this would be funny and I commit to nothing if not the bit

#2024 Round 2.5 #Angelique #Doug Eiffel #Angelique TSoSK #The Secret of St Kilda #Wolf 359 #The Secret of St. Kilda #TSoSK

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grimmysloane · 9 months ago

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Whispers of the Final Breath

Tw:angst, death of y/n during a mission. (I AM SO SORRYYY I HAVENT FINISHED TANGLED DESIRES YET :( but i promise it will be soon!)

In the shadowy corridors of covert operations, where secrets are currency and lives hang by a thread, there was a man named Captain John Price. He led Task Force 141, an elite unit known for tackling the most dangerous missions. Among his team was Y/N, a brilliant and fearless operative who had captured John’s heart in a world where love was a luxury few could afford.

Their love story was one of whispered promises and stolen moments, a beacon of light in a world of shadows. They had met during a high-stakes operation in Eastern Europe, where Y/N’s sharp intellect and John’s unyielding courage had forged an unbreakable bond.

Their latest mission was supposed to be routine—an extraction of a high-value target from a hostile territory. But in the world of espionage, routine was a dangerous illusion. As they infiltrated the enemy’s stronghold, the air was thick with tension. John could feel the weight of every step, every breath, as they moved deeper into the labyrinthine compound.

Y/N was the team’s tech specialist, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she hacked into the enemy’s security systems. John watched her with a mixture of awe and pride, her determination a mirror of his own. They had faced countless dangers together, always emerging victorious. But this time, fate had other plans.

The extraction was going smoothly until a sudden explosion rocked the compound. The enemy had anticipated their move, setting a trap that now threatened to engulf them. Amidst the chaos, John and Y/N were separated. Desperation clawed at John’s heart as he fought his way through the smoke and debris, his only thought to find Y/N.

He found her in the control room, her body crumpled on the floor, blood pooling around her. Time seemed to freeze as John dropped to his knees beside her, his hands trembling as he cradled her head. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, a weak smile playing on her lips.

“John,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of battle. “You have to go. Finish the mission.”

Tears blurred John’s vision as he shook his head. “I can’t leave you, Y/N. Not like this.”

“You have to,” she insisted, her grip on his hand tightening. “Promise me, John. Promise me you’ll finish this.”

With a heavy heart, John nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I promise.”

Y/N’s eyes closed, her body going limp in his arms. A primal scream tore from John’s throat as he held her, the pain of loss cutting deeper than any wound. But he knew he had to honor her last wish. With a final, lingering look at the woman he loved, John rose to his feet, his resolve hardening like steel.

The mission was a blur of gunfire and adrenaline, John’s grief fueling his every move. He fought with a ferocity that left the enemy reeling, his mind focused on one goal: to complete the mission Y/N had died for. When the dust finally settled, the target was secured, and the enemy lay defeated.

But victory felt hollow. John returned to the base, the weight of his promise heavy on his shoulders. Y/N’s absence was a gaping wound, a constant reminder of the price they had paid. He stood alone in their quarters, the silence deafening. Her belongings were still scattered around, a testament to the life they had shared.

John picked up a photograph of them, taken on a rare day off. They were smiling, their faces lit with joy. He traced Y/N’s features with a trembling finger, his heart aching with the loss. But he knew he had to keep going, to honor her memory by continuing the fight they had started together.

In the end, Captain John Price was a man forever changed by loss. The mission had taken more than just his partner; it had taken a part of his soul. But in the darkness, he found a new purpose. He would carry on, driven by the love they had shared and the promise he had made. For Y/N, he would keep fighting, no matter the cost.

Months passed, and John threw himself into his work, leading Task Force 141 with a renewed intensity. His team noticed the change in him, the way he pushed harder, fought fiercer. They knew he was driven by something deeper, a pain that he kept locked away.

One night, as John sat alone in his quarters, a knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. It was Soap, one of his closest comrades. “Captain, you alright?” Soap asked, concern etched on his face.

John nodded, though the weight of his grief was ever-present. “Just thinking, Soap. About Y/N.”

Soap sat down across from him, his expression somber. “She was one of the best. We all miss her.”

John’s gaze drifted to the photograph on his desk. “She was more than that to me. She was my everything.”

Soap placed a hand on John’s shoulder. “We’ll honor her memory, Captain. Every mission, every fight, we’ll do it for her.”

John nodded, a sense of resolve settling over him. “For Y/N,” he echoed.

As the months turned into years, John continued to lead Task Force 141, his heart forever marked by the loss of Y/N. But he found strength in the promise he had made, in the love they had shared. And in the darkest moments, when the weight of the world threatened to crush him, he remembered her smile, her courage, and the promise that kept him going.

For Y/N, John Price would fight until his last breath, honoring her memory with every step he took in the shadows.

#john price #angst #tw death #cod x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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oopwoop · 2 years ago

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Look What The Cat Dragged In

pairing: e!1610! Miles Morales x Black Cat! Reader (readers gender is up to interpretation!)

warning(s): Swearing, that’s it I believe. Unedited!

summary: Miles can’t help but be drawn to Black Cat. He knew they’re a thief and he should be turning them in, but what’s the fun in that? Their game of cat and mouse was exciting

word count: 941!

“Normally I’d find a stray in an alleyway, not a museum. What’s a pretty kitty like you doin’ here?” You heard a voice echo in the open room of the museum. As you turn around, you notice a familiar black and red spider suit. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. You’d be sent on a mission, do what you need to do, he’ll show up out of nowhere, the two of you bicker and flirt, he tries to catch you and you either escape or once he does he lets you go. He claims it’s an accident every time he lets you go, but you know better. He likes this game of cat and mouse just as much as you do.

“What can I say, curiosity killed the cat. I can’t help but want to wander around, y’know. Cats are free-spirited, can’t keep them caged up for too long.” You grinned at him, voice low and smooth. Walking over to him, you swatted your hand playfully at him as he hung upside down.

Miles let go of his web, landing on his feet and walked closer to you. “You’ve wandered quite far, kitty. Where’s the rest of your litter?” It seems he has his own multitude of cat jokes too. You liked that about him, no matter the situation or theme he could find a joke.

“I don’t have one, I prefer to wander on my own. It’s much more fun that way. Plus, they’d steal everything from me. The fortune, fame.. you. I’d be one jealous kitty then.” It was partly true. You much rather work alone, others just get in the way but you did have a boss. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“I suppose so. What made you choose the museum this time? What fancy painting are you after? Is it one of the paintings with the Victorian looking black cat?” Miles chuckles. You knew exactly what painting he was talking about, yet you weren’t amused.

“Haha, very funny bug boy. While it is a cute painting, it’s not what I’m here for. That’s a secret. Now, if you paw-don me, I have business to attend to. As much as I’d like to play, I must get going”. You really did need to get going, even though you hated ending this early. With a pout and a pat on his shoulder, you walked away, backs now facing each other.

After a few seconds you felt something on your back, pulling you back into his chest. “Nahhh, I don’t think so, kitty. This game isn’t over.” He whispered in your ear. It seemed he wasn’t letting you out easy tonight, oh well. Suppose you could play a little game of chase.

“How about a game of chase, yeah? Let me go, give me a few seconds to run and follow after. Sound good to you, Spidey?” You offered, whispering back. You felt the rumble in his chest as he chuckled as he moved away.

“Got a five second head start, pretty kitty. Better get going.” With that you ran, jumping up and climbing to the next floor. Those five seconds felt way too fast, faster than five seconds normally feel. Not even a minute later he was catching up, luckily you were faster.

Soon enough you got to where you needed to be, quick in your movements to get what you came for. You heard Miles tut from behind you, stepping into the room. “Come ‘ere kitty, kitty, kitty. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Sorryyy.. but I can’t take any risks. I don’t wanna be sent to the pound. I really wish I could stay but this cats gotta pounce.” You turned to look at him noticing his mask was now off. He stayed silent, walking to you. He stopped right in front of you, eyes staring into yours. You felt drawn to step closer. It’s wasn’t unusual that you two had these.. intimate moments, though neither of you ever got this close. His warmth was radiating off of him, it was comforting. You wish you could be in forever, unfortunately you really had to get going.

You placed a hand on his chest, grazing it with the tip of your sharp claws. You felt his breath hitch at that as he placed his hands on your waist. You refused eye contact now. “I really must get going, buggy. You know I enjoy our time together but it has to come to an end tonight”. What meant to be a playful tone came out as a sigh. He huffed at it and just gripped your waist tighter. When you finally look up to him you saw his face was closer and he was now looking at your lips. It was a stupid idea. A bad idea. An absolute horrible idea to pursue it, kissing him. How could you not, though? So you did.

His lips were soft. Everything about him felt soft at this moment. You felt soft for him, like melting into a puddle. How could some hero like Spider-Man make you weak in the knees. It was stupid, so utterly stupid, but you didn’t regret it.

What felt like an eternity later you pulled away, staring back into his eyes. Pushing yourself away, you looked away and moved to walk out. “I’ll catch you later, Miles. Don’t fur-get about me.” It was the last thing you said before grappling away, leaving the museum.

Miles stood there idly, staring into space. His hand moved up to his mouth, his lips tingling from the kiss. His body turned slightly to the doorway, eyes staring longingly. “Adiós, gatito bonito..”

A/n: I was really debating on making this into a two part thing, stopping it before the kiss-

Let me know what you think of it! Send requests! Love you ♡ (ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x you #fanfic #earth 1610

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rawrkki · 1 year ago

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Rawrkki's sims cc dump

Hello eveyonee!

the time has finally come to showcase my sims cc collection that i promised you all. this is all the cc i have collected from july - september. it has taken me ages to put this all together so thank you for your patience :D

Hair ::

dahlia hair , jenn hair , silas hair , helia hair , helena hair , farah buns , suki hair , cassandra hair , page braids , aventia hair , bordeaux hair , byrdie bun , haven hair set , queenie hair , julie and cassie hairs , katniss braid , flowers bun , lucia bun , rachel hair , rin hair , futaba hair , laura ponytail , henrietta hair , gladys hair , libby hair , cassie hair , bonnie hair , funke hair , the curls collection , hye hair , nia hair , camille hair , iris hair , meiko hair , alexa hair , eylen hair set , bellatrix hair , gia hair

Sets ::

(g)i-dle - tomboy set , the downtown collection , romantic pajama set , y2k style set , the solstice collection , the scream collection , winter essentials , year of the rabbit , affection set , girlieZ collection , juicy tracksuit , fairy grunge lookbook , sweetie set , the mimosa collection , meadow winds set , vellichor set , nostalgia set , the thrift set , the gossip collection , bohemian child set , karaoke set , secret society collection , lovebirds set , sunday nights collection , senior year collcetion , kumikya sweater collection , agos dress , neve set , cyber cargos , brand new set , random top collection , silky dress , luna leggings , ankle biter set , bizochito set , recolor dump (you'll have to find the meshes yourself sorryyy) , sunny skies , star collection , baby doll top , skirt collection , fold down pants , band tees , silly shirts , stripes bikinis

Makeup ::

nya eyeliner , gyaru gals , spiderlike eyeliner , graphic liner set , countess set , sour fruits set , sophia lipstick , bad bixch eyeliners , pastel y2k collection , eyeshadow n212 , sukeban eyeshadow , starliner , magbay eyeliners , nose graphic liner

Presets ::

elven ear presets , nose presets , mouth presets ,

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Thank you all for being so patient, and im sososo sorry this took sooo long to make, ive been having some personal problems so that has taken away a huge chunk of my time. There is more i couldve included but honestly this wouldnt have ever made it out of the drafts if i tried to add all of that. If you want to see some more mods ive collected, my pinterest where everything is here: :D Thank you again for all the support, and hopefully some new content should be out soon for you guys!

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hoshipills · 1 year ago

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Double-crosser - Part 5

The moon in the sky

" I wish we never met. "

Pairing: Mafialeader!mingyu x fem!reader

Synopsis: The sudden news of information leak of a secret mission leaves all the members of mafia perplexed. They closed their eyes and the next second, their leader was arrested. Someone betrayed and the taste of betrayal wasn't sweet.

Warnings: mentions of weapons , blood, reader is an orphan, mentions of dark room, deaths, mention if more.

Genre: Mafia, angst

Word count: 0.9k

Note:.

SORRYYY. it took me wayy too long as there was an emergency and I had to take a break from writing. sorry for leaving abruptly. This part is not well written, sorry for that again😭😭😭. it is just so messy but I decided to post nonetheless as a anon said they check my page everyday to see where this goes and it really touched my heart. I will post the epilogue few days later.

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|Previous| |epilogue|

Mingyu and Yangyang sat in the office, discussing about the plan Y/n has written for them. She explained everything in detail, saying how to approach the other agents without alarming them because of Mingyu's involvement, how to carefully present the papers to the higher officials and expose ICS for their hidden crimes.

They are uncomfortable at first, knowing they were not more than rivals a second ago but now they must work together. It took Mingyu few hours to process the situation and even when he sat in the office, his eyes often wandered to the chair in the room in which Y/N used to sit on.

Time passed and the meeting concluded by Mingyu and Yangyang exchanging words of trust, belief and their willingness to work together for the better.

Yangyang, as told, was set to lead the agents as he knew them better. He held the proofs tightly in his hand and set out to the agency to gather everyone and explain them what is going on.

Mingyu, on the other hand gathered the best of his team and guards along with the seventeen members to initiate a conquer over the ICS officials once they join hands with agents who have been betrayed by saying that they were working for good when they were helping out in the crimes of ICS.

It wasn't like he never knew about the crimes. The crimes were the reason why his father started this organization. To go against ICS, fixing the corruption done by them. He still remember his father telling him how the ICS declared him dead because he chose to leave it and they got to knew he was going against them. They simply didn't want people to know that the best agent they have seen is someone who betrayed.

He wiped the tear that flowed out his eye, he tried to control his pain and not let his emotions explode. He wanted everyone to focus on the plan rather than his pain for that time. It was for the best.

Yangyang gathered almost all the agents and stood infront of them. His red eyes indicating them that this something important. Normally, they would've avoided this guy as he was close with Y/n and thought he might be a traitor too. But as time went on, they just let him be and pretend like the incident never happened.

He showed them all the documents and tried to explain the situation despite the regular interruptions of some agents saying that they knew he was a traitor like his friend and leaving the place.

He folded the last document and wiped his eyes, no longer able to hide his tears, " I don't want her sacrifice to go in vain.", he said at last with a broken voice.

He managed to gain the trust of a decent amount of them.

He sat near his place and waited for Mingyu to arrive as the others waited as well, though they were confused.

The criminals' presence was known when they heard gunshots downstairs, near the security. Yangyang gestured the agents to remain calm and got up to look outside the window to see the atrocious fight.

Just as expected, the boss called him and other 2 agents, who were luckily the ones that didn't leave. They quietly made their way to the main office where they saw the boss and few officials sitting. Good thing they planned on the day there was meeting. The people in the room were panicking as the boss opened his mouth to ask about the situation.

Yangyang smiled just when the others barged in and stood at the sides, allowing Mingyu to enter the large room.

The game's over.

---

The boss looked at all the proof lying on the table and Mingyu could see the fear in his eyes.

" will you..", he began, taking a look at few official in the room. Few of them nodded and few didn't care. Mingyu pointed a gun at him. " will you stop this if I tell you a little secret?", he said slyly but Mingyu could catch the slight fear in his voice.

" We are not here to-", Yangyang began but he cut him off, " Moon is alive. We lied about it so the other agents would calm down."

The grip on his gun loosened. what?

" Well, alive but under our custody. If any of this information goes out, she might as well be dead like you guys believed all along."

Mingyu let out a scoff. Bunch of bullshit.

he regained the grip and held it firmly.

" Lying will only make this worse.", Mingyu said.

" There is no need for me to lie, I know this is going to be worse if you find out I am lying."

" Agent sky's son you are, aren't you?", one of the officials said. his heart tightened a little. " she has been saying she did it for him.", he added as if it helped.

" we'll take you there.", the boss said.

Mingyu looked at Yangyang who showed no emotion.

he looked back at the boss, " what would it change? she has been alive and was ready to die for this to happen. I can't let it all go in vain.", he took a deep breath.

" In few minutes, this place and the affliction rooms will be seized. we have informed the HNI (head of national investigation centers), full support. I'm sure we can find her if she is really alive as you claim.", he tried to sound as assertive as possible.

soon enough, the building was filled with sirens and military as he said. he backed away and let the seize take place.

" excuse me, sir.", someone said to Yangyang, gaining both of theirs attention. they realized he was part of the military by his uniform. " they found somebody in the affliction rooms who wasn't in the list of people sent to affliction rooms. we think it might be someone you might know. can you confirm?".

No second was wasted as they followed him.

---

They left a few people there for security while carrying few people with them as well.

They reached the affliction rooms building and found themselves walking towards the last room.

Yangyang made a sound of horror in his throat. " The last room means no good. They call it the red house, you might have heard it before.", he whispered to Mingyu. He did hear it before and gulped thinking about it.

Mingyu saw Yangyang's eyes getting moist.

As the door opened, Yangyang burst into tears and Mingyu let his hand go to his mouth, fumbling forward to check if this is real.

There she was, lying unconsciously. The muscles of her body sunk into her bones, injuries all over the skin exposed.

His whole body shivered as he tried to imagine the pain she went through. His first instinct was to kill off everybody who did this, wipe the whole world and destroy everything he could find. He came back to his senses as he saw Yangyang move forward and kneel in front of her. He checked her pulse and sniffed in relief. " She is indeed alive."

Mingyu buried his face in his hand.

She is alive and that is enough.

---

The following days filled with visits to court and hospital, clearing the case and checking upon Y/N. She has been unconscious for a week already.

Mingyu was sitting outside, in the park of the hospital, when Yangyang called him. "can you come inside ? Y/N woke up.", he hung up the phone before a reply could be given.

He tucked his phone beneath his pocket before hurrying inside the hospital.

he nervously opened the door to her room. The first thing he saw was Yangyang sitting on the side of the bed, holding her hand and talking to her something lowly, crying under his breath.

Mingyu let out a shaky breath. she finally woke up.

His footsteps towards them drew their attention as Yangyang slowly got up to let Mingyu sit. He saw that Y/N was already crying.

He took her right hand in both of his palms, lifting it to his lips and kissing it gently.

" why did you do it?", he managed to breath out between his cries.

" felt like it.", she said with a soft smile as tears touched her lips.

He closed his eyes, sobbing into the back of her hand in his palms. she gestured him to come closer.

he let go of her hand and did as she said. " you look the same as I remembered you. Handsome and nice. You know, like a puppy.", she muttered as she stroked his cheek.

He softly laughed.

"And you? What did they say to you?", she asked.

" Prison for 2 years. they say crimes are crimes."

" but you did nothing to the innocent."

" But my ways were wrong."

she shook her head biting her lip. " Now we have to wait another 2 years?"

"It'll be tough, but I'll endure it if it means we can be happy together later.", he added and shrugged.

She giggled, pulling his face closer before planting a small kiss on his lips.

" yeah, we can do it."

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