#my 5 shiny boys

[sellulu]

230528 SHINee fanmeeting

Everyday is SHINee day - Piece of SHINE

[dolfin]

im having the time of my life flying around as a dragonite

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"Mad Woman"

ok yall im out of school now! this was rushed so don't judge, when i write i just pour out whatever's in my head, that's why it's almost always rushed. i feel like if i don't write it, it'll disappeare! also to everyone hating in my asks, NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY WORK!!!! hating does nothing but discourage me and lower my already non-existent confidence in my writing. pls leave me alone, if you don't have anything nice to say; don't say anything. i LOVE all my positive asks and comments, they make my day. don't ruin it for me.

Prologue: hapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5 Chapter 6:

Six months, that's how long it's been since Bruce exiled you to New York and left you alone once again. It's been 387 days since Tiffany Maverick pulled the rug from beneath your feet and ensnared your family in her web of lies and manipulation. For six months, your family ignored you, only Alfred sending you the occasional care package which you promptly threw in the garbage.

You wish Tiffany and Damian were as content with ignoring you as the rest of the family but unfortunately, they went out of their way to rub their closeness in your face by sending you pictures of family movie night, family game night, and the family attending their school events. It made you angry at first, before you saw how funny it was. A family of billionaires, a family of detectives, a family of vigilantes, sitting next to a spy; obliviously feeding her insider information. The Batman, sitting grinning ear to ear next to a girl who could be his downfall.

Surprisingly, boarding school was amazing. The boys were hot, though most arrogant and dumb, they were all loaded and into you. The girls idolized you from the moment you walked in, your word was law around here and the power felt amazing. You decided what was in and out, who was hot and who was not; a huge difference and change of pace from the years of bullying and ridicule at Gotham Prep.

The charm came with your new abilities, most likely. Sure, the first two months were fucking painful and exposed you to pain you didn't think was possible but it was a small price to pay. It was nothing for the power of being able to charm and flirt your way out of just about anything, being able to eject venom with the slightest trace of your fresh set of acrylics, being able to literally bite people with your fangs and have them enjoy it, sensing heat signatures and feeling emotions and eyes on you, having the ability to give literal bone-crushing hugs, and so many things you haven't even discovered.

Not to mention your random overnight makeover! Suddenly, your figure was to die for, perfect in all senses of the word. Your skin gleamed and shimmered in the light, long shed away were all the blemishes and scars. Your hair always shiny and your teeth always pearly white, albeit a bit sharp. You're the image of beauty.

Who cares about the price when the product was this good anyway?

Who needed familial love when everyone here worshipped you? That new view and utter hatred for the family is what convinced you to accept Ariele, your boarding school bff and roomie,'s offer to spend summer break with her family in the south of france. Of course, you wanted to go back to manor for a week before meeting her there. Alfred asked you to come and though you were angry at him, you missed the old man. You swore to yourself that you'd only stay the night, catch up with Alfred, and ignore your 'family' then promptly spend the summer half naked, tanning on a super yacht with your girls.

Little did you know that you'd never make it to france, in fact, you wouldn't even make it out the manor now that Tim discovered the truth and told the rest of the family.

Tim Drake noticed things. Small things. Minute details that other people might overlook. That's how he found the truth.

It started with the cooking. Tiffany had casually mentioned one evening that she’d found some old recipes in the manor’s archives, recipes that you had once written down, hoping to impress Damian with Arabic dinners and desserts. Tiffany had barely glanced at the handwritten notes before she had offered to make dinner that night—a perfect replica of your signature stuffed cabbage leaves, Malfoof, as you called it.

Tim had been there when it happened. He’d recognized it immediately. The dish was one of your favorites, one you had made for family dinners. It was too familiar, too precise for Tiffany, it lacked the usual love and effort.

Then came the awards. It was subtle at first, too. Tiffany casually dropping that she had “entered a local baking competition” and how much fun it had been to win. Tim had known that you had been the one to actually win that competition the year before, he remembered rolling his eyes as you foolishly tried to impress him. But when he checked the award Tiffany had won? It looked eerily similar to the one that you had earned. Tiffany didn’t even bother hiding her gloating as she showed it off, calling it “another step toward making Gotham proud.”

Tim’s stomach churned. It wasn’t a coincidence. Tiffany was stealing your life and he was the only one that saw it. Who knows what else she was stealing.

The pieces clicked into place when he found the old photo albums. Tiffany had been snooping around the library one afternoon, pulling out albums that had been tucked away in the back, ones that hadn’t been touched in years. They were full of memories of your achievements, pictures of family vacations, awards won for charity work and academic excellence. Baby photo's, old camera's, journals, even old clothes.It wasn’t just admiration. It was an obsession.

He saw her dig through and read every one of your old entries, saw her stare at pictures and attempt to manuever her body how you stood, but what really creeped him out was when she started tracing over your handwriting.

Tim couldn’t let it go. This was insane. It was almost as if Tiffany wanted to wear your skin.

It wasn’t that he wanted to make Tiffany an enemy or villainize her, quite the opposite actually, he'd been ignoring her strange behavior and smell for a year now because of how fond he was of her. But this? This was crossing a line. She wasn’t just trying to fit in anymore, this was dangerous.

He now suspected there was more to Tiffany than just her obsession with your life and after putting the pieces together, it was becoming clear: Tiffany was playing a much deeper game. She wasn’t just trying to steal your identity, she was stealing information, too.

Tim’s investigative skills had been honed through years of being the tech guy of the Batfamily, and when something felt off, he didn’t ignore it. Not anymore, he started tracking small anomalies—times when Tiffany’s presence seemed too convenient, moments when crucial data about Gotham’s underworld went missing from the Batcomputer, or when confidential mission details were leaked through channels Tim knew the Batfamily didn’t use. Times when the Joker seemed to know the family's course of action and times when villains knew Duke's plans.

That’s when it clicked.

Tiffany wasn’t just trying to fit in with the family. She was spying. Her affections with the family were a cover for something darker. She had been gathering intelligence for a shadowy organization, feeding them vital information about their operations. This was bigger than him—this was a full-blown infiltration. Tiffany was working for someone else, someone dangerous.

Tiffany’s betrayal ran deep, and her spying wasn’t just about information anymore; it was personal. She had been stealing pieces of your life, your successes, your talents , your family. She had slowly taken everything that you had worked for and twisted it into her own false narrative. It was sickening.

Tim couldn’t stand it anymore. He had dug through encrypted files, tracked hidden transmissions, and pieced together cryptic conversations. Tiffany wasn’t just trying to steal your identity for the sake of becoming the perfect family member. No. She was mimicking your cooking and baking skills, down to the awards she had won for those very talents. She had been trying to erase you and replace you with a manufactured version of herself.

It was almost too much for Tim to handle. But there was something even worse lurking beneath the surface: the deeper he dug, the more it became clear that Tiffany wasn’t just feeding information to criminals. She had been feeding off your spirit, your presence and she had nearly replaced you entirely.

Now he just needed to tell the other.

The tension in the Batcave could be cut with a knife as Tim stood before Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, Duke, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Alfred, ready to show them what he had discovered.

“I’ve been tracking Tiffany’s movements for the last few days,” Tim began, his voice low but sharp. “And I found something that’s... unsettling.”

Bruce, who had been scanning a mission report, looked up with interest. Dick turned to Tim, a puzzled expression on his face. Alfred stepped forward, his usual composed demeanor now replaced with a rare concern. Even Damian looked confused.

“What did you find, Master Tim?” Alfred asked, his tone calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

Tim didn’t hesitate. He clicked a button on the computer, and the large screen behind him flickered to life. A series of encrypted files appeared—mission logs, surveillance footage, and even intercepted communications. The Batcave was suffocating in its silence as Tim presented the evidence to Bruce, Dick, Jason, Alfred, and the others. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and every new image, every new file, felt like a punch in the gut.

There was a long silence as everyone processed the information. Bruce’s usual stoic expression faltered for a moment, and Dick clenched his fists. The weight of the revelation was hitting hard, but it wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt. It was that someone in their midst had been pulling the strings behind their backs for a year.

The data was damning. It was all there, proof that Tiffany had been copying your recipes, your designs, your machines, even stealing the culinary awards that you had earned over the years. And on top of that, she had been siphoning critical Batfamily intel to an unknown organisation. The information was so sensitive, it could have jeopardized every single one of them.

“Do you see it now?” Tim’s voice was quieter, but his anger was unmistakable. He flicked the last file onto the screen. Tiffany’s false accomplishments, stolen directly from you. The stolen recipes. The mission intel sent out from the Batcomputer under her watch. “All of us have been blind to it.”

“About a month ago,” Tim said, “I found an odd encryption pattern in the Batcomputer—something I’ve never seen before. When I decrypted it, I found a set of mission details. Ones that shouldn’t have left the system. I traced the origin back to Tiffany.”

Alfred's face tightened as he took in the footage on the screen. It was a recording of Tiffany accessing classified Batfamily data, tapping into their most sensitive files.

“She’s been stealing information,” Tim continued, his voice gaining intensity. “Every single time she’s interacted with the Batcomputer, she’s been sending that data out to an unknown address. I can't track where it's coming from, it's too advanced; even for me.

“Impossible,” Bruce muttered, but his eyes were narrowing in disbelief. “Why would she—?”

“Because she’s a spy,” Tim interrupted, “and it gets worse. She’s been feeding them everything. Our weaknesses, our next moves, our schedules. She’s not just a mole in the manor. She’s been working against us this whole time. She's why so many missions have failed.Tim’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just the family’s accomplishments she’s been stealing. She’s been getting close to each of us, using our trust. She knows things, personal things, and she’s been leaking that information. She’s been feeding it to the highest bidder, giving Gotham’s worst players a playbook for taking us down.”

Dick’s face twisted with disbelief. “She was pretending to be (y/n), taking her accomplishments as her own, but—” He trailed off, his voice faltering. “How could we have let this happen? How did we not notice?”

Jason’s voice cut through the heavy silence, rough and sharp, like a crack of thunder. He stepped forward, fists clenched. “I should’ve known. She’s been playing everyone, pretending like she’s all sweet and innocent, but she was using all of us.” Jason’s eyes flicked to the screen, then back at Tim, his face a mask of fury. “She lied to me. She’s been lying to all of us. And she’s been trying to replace her.” His hand slammed onto the table, and the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “She doesn’t belong here. We trusted her. We all trusted her.” Jason’s anger bubbled over. This betrayal, the way Tiffany had wormed her way into their lives, made him see red

He couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I should’ve known,” Jason spat, pacing in circles, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I let her get close to me. I let her in, we all did! And now look at this. She’s been pretending to be everything she’s not. She’s been trying to take her place, her rightful place in this family!”

Alfred, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat, his voice filled with quiet but growing fury. “I should have seen it,” he muttered, his gaze darkening. “I was too lenient with her. I allowed her to slip through the cracks, to play at being part of this family. I should have known better.” His usually calm demeanor was cracking, and the regret in his voice was palpable.

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line as the weight of Tim’s words sank in. His eyes hardened as he stared at the screen, disappointment creeping into his features. Tiffany had been their guest, their supposed family, and this whole time, she had been playing them all. You had tried to warn them.

Duke, who had been standing quietly at the back of the room, spoke up. His voice was low but steady.

“I knew something was off,” Duke said, his eyes fixed on the screen. “I couldn’t put my finger on it, but... she’d been acting weird around me. Always asking questions—asking about the family, the missions, everything. I thought I was paranoid.”

Damian had always been fiercely protective of what he considered his, no one could ever doubt that. He mocked you, saw you as his pathetic bastard older sister, he had wanted to hurt you. But now, as the reality of Tiffany’s betrayal settled in, something darker began to take root inside him. He remember your unconditional love for him, how you took everything he said did to you with grace and compassion. He remembered how good you were to him. He noticed that everything he thought he loved about Tiffany was what she stole from you. His eyes burned with rage as he thought about how Tiffany had wormed her way into the family and his heart, how she’d stolen your accomplishments, and how she’d attempted to erase his sibling from the very fabric of their world.

She was trying to replace her. That thought alone made his fists tighten, nails biting into his palms.

It had been a long time since Damian had felt this kind of protective rage. He was the blood of the Wayne family, the one who deserved to be at the center of it all, but you; his blood sibling, his equal, had always been ignored, undervalued ridiculed and neglected. And now Tiffany, a mere interloper, had dared to manipulate and tear him away from you.

Damian watched the family, his gaze flicking to each of them as they tried to process the betrayal. The anger from his family was palpable, but there was something else there too: possessiveness. Protectiveness. regret. They weren’t just angry at Tiffany for what she had done to you, they were furious at themselves for pushing you away and leaving you alone and unprotected in New York.

You were his responsibility, his blood, and no one; not even Tiffany, was going to steal you away from him. He had always wanted to prove his superiority to the others, but now that wasn’t his focus. His attention was fixed solely on bringing you back to him, where you belonged.

Cass, who had been silently observing, nodded. Her face was unreadable, but the tension in her jaw told Tim that she, too, had been sensing something wrong for weeks.

Steph, ever the sharp observer, had her arms crossed over her chest, her usual sarcasm now tempered with a cold seriousness. “I knew she wasn’t perfect, but this? This is next-level crazy. Are you sure bout this Time?” She leaned forward, her voice suddenly harder.

Barbra was too shocked to say anything. This was not how today was supposed to go.

Alfred glanced toward Bruce. “Master Bruce,” he said softly, “the level of infiltration, this is something I never anticipated. We should have seen the signs.”

Bruce’s expression was steely. “We were too distracted, too willing to accept her presence as part of the family. We let our guard down.”

“That’s not just her fault,” Dick interjected. “We’ve all been too trusting. Especially with everything that happened with (y/n).” His voice hardened as he glanced at the screen again, eyes flicking to Tim. “What now? What do we do about it?”

Tim stepped forward, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’ve already notified our allies. The information she’s passed is enough to give this organization an upper hand in Gotham, maybe beyond. She hasn't revealed our identities but she might soon. we can’t let her get away with it. She’s been playing us this whole time.”

Steph threw her hands up in exasperation. “So what, we just let her go? She’s been lying to us, manipulating us for months! ?”

Tim’s eyes were cold, calculating. “We’ll have to trap her. Use the information she’s already stolen to set her up. Once we confront her, we’ll make sure she doesn’t get away.”

Bruce’s fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw set in stone. He had failed [Y/N]—he had failed his child. The weight of that was too much for him to bear. “This ends now. We’re going to fix this.”

Ok yall since apparently 8 ppl think my work is absoulte shit and and SURE i knew how they felt this is pretty rushed and i feel like it sucks! anyway!! i hope at least some people enjoy <33 send in nice aks and questions and ideas pls. its so fun answering them. yall are mind readers and are so creative!! lmk if there's any typos bc I copy-pasted half of it from my notes app. yeah i did write half of this when i was supposed to be in class, and??? Next chapter Tiffany gets confronted, reader comes home, Batfam start groveling and regretting their actions, sort of on their way to yandere-ism and make reader move back to gotham to be closer to "family"

[cutehoons02]

Run through my heart

*pairing: illegal racer driver Jungwon x good Girl

*trope: frat/bad boy x good girl

*synopsis: Jungwon at only 20 is in the top 5 of the state for being one of the drivers of illegal races all over Korea but what would happen when your best friend and Jungwon’s best friend’s girlfriend invited you to see an illegal race? Jungwon is totally the opposite of your ideal boyfriend but with his bad boy charm but also gentlamen vibes you will be able to not fall for his charm?

*tags: A lot of humor,fluffy,jungwon loves to flirt with girls especially with the protagonist, pervy Jungwon, both the protagonist and jungwon love to tease each other, masturbation (f. receives it in public) fingering, pussy drinking,unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl)+18,pet names (good girl,princess) (wildcat)

(English is not my native language)

10.5k (🐈)

💌The request and ideas were written by @jayjw16enxp for this story (thanks a lot for your help)

The smell of burnt tires permeated the cold night air, mixing with the metallic scent of petrol. The headlights of the illuminated cars created light games that made the road look like a movie scene. You were standing next to your best friend, hands crossed on your chest in your padded leather jacket, You were grumpy since your best friend in the car had told you that for that night you would not go to Karaoke and eat fried chicken but to see Jay’s bff running and you had a skeptical look on cars in line.

"I don’t know why I came," you muttered, watching Jay waving animatedly with a group of guys near a black Nissan Skyline. "The underground races? Seriously? This is the height of your genius?" you told your best friend.

Your best friend laughed, settling down next to Jay. 'Come on, relax! It’s just a different evening, try to have some fun!, you’re here with Jay and me, nothing will happen to you, and in less than two hours you’ll be in your warm bed thinking about the adrenaline that you’ve experienced, trust me for once, Y/n'

"Having fun? Getting into trouble? Great idea. If someone from the press studio finds out my scholarship will disappear instantly, I’ll ask for financial damages to your boyfriend full of money." You shook your head, adjusting your hair behind an ear for the nervous. You were about to make more biting jokes when a soft, vaguely amusing voice interrupted his thoughts.

«You don’t seem like the type of place. Who did you take Jay to see an illegal race? The little mouse in the library?»

You snatched him up, and you saw him Jungwon. His eyes were sharp as razor blades, his smile bold and just curved his lips. He wore a leather jacket that reflected the lights of the headlights and leaned with ease to a shiny black car, probably his own a car that looked fast even when it was stationary.

You were caught off guard by her presence for a moment. "I am not," you replied, crossing your arms. "And apparently, you don’t seem like the type to... break the law either."

Jungwon laughed, a low and slightly dangerous sound. «It’s up to someone to add a little adrenaline to these monotonous lives, otherwise you know how boring life would be without a bit of a kick.» He pulled away from the car and approached you slowly, with the cat’s step of who knows exactly what effect it has. «And then, it is not so bad, right? Look at this crowd, the energy. Aren’t you a little curious to feel your blood pumping much stronger inside you especially your body to make you feel the sensation of adrenaline, of the anxiety and fear of being discovered in such a place where surely good girls like you should not be?»

"Not enough to put my life on the line for a four-wheeled ego race or to risk my money on a guy who’s gonna be even smaller than me," you said, clenching your lips.

Your words, however, did not shake him at all. He seemed to enjoy himself even more. He leaned slightly towards you, his eyes as bright as those of a cat having fun with its prey. «Interesting,» he said quietly. «Usually people either fear me or admire me. You, on the other hand... You’re a beautiful mystery, who would have thought that the good girl had such a sharp temper.»

You raised an eyebrow, determined not to be intimidated. "Maybe because I’m not interested in impressing a guy who thinks he’s a hero just 'cause he can drive fast'."

Jungwon stepped back, raising his hands in surrender, but the smile never left his face. «Touché. But don’t underestimate the speed. It’s a feeling that changes you and makes you feel alive. Maybe you should try it at least once.»

"It will never happen," you replied

«Never say» he muttered with a small smile before a voice called his name in the distance. He turned, gazing at the crowd, then looked back at you. «Hold on to your skepticism, 'good girl'. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll change your mind.»

And with that phrase and a smile full of arrogance, Jungwon walked away, leaving you with a mixture of irritation and something more difficult to define. Something that made you feel a shiver down your back, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

"God, it’s unbearable," you mumbled between your teeth as your best friend burst out laughing next to you.

'Unbearable, of course,' said your friend, giving you an elbow. 'But admit it, he has left you speechless. Both because he knows his stuff but also because he is crazy hot with that bad boy aura but at the same time with those cat eyes that look at you attentively as if you were his next prey'

You’re sunburned, your cheeks are starting to pinch. "Don’t even joke about it."

But in your stomach, a spark had been lit, and you weren’t sure that you could put it out so easily.

The roar of the engines was ringing in the air, covering up any conversation. You watched with wide eyes the cars lined up next to each other, ready to snatch like wild beasts. The headlights lit up the asphalt, and for a moment everything seemed to be still, as if night held its breath.

Jay was standing next to you, his arm resting protectively on your shoulders and his girlfriend’s. <<Relax,>> he said, a reassuring smile on his lips. <<It’s all under control. No one will touch you.>>

"I’m not worried about myself," you mumbled, even though it wasn’t entirely true. You felt like a fish out of water, but there was something in the atmosphere, the electric energy of the crowd, the roar of cars, the tension before the shot that made your heart beat a little faster. Maybe it was fear, or maybe... excitement...that was the feeling Jungwon described earlier?

The deafening music that had flooded the road until a few minutes earlier suddenly ceased, leaving only room for the roar of the engines. All eyes were on the racers. Cameras and phones stood up, ready to capture the start of the race. Jungwon was in the front row, his face calm and focused as he held the wheel.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. There was something hypnotic about him: that arrogant ease, the confidence in his movements. It was as if the adrenaline ran through his veins instead of blood. He didn’t even seem nervous.

<< So, what do you think? > asked Jay, lowering his voice so that only you could hear him.

"What?" you replied, trying to mask the disturbance.

<<About him. Jungwon. He’s good, isn’t he? >

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to look indifferent. "I don’t know yet. He has to prove it."

Jay laughed, shaking his head. <<You’ll see.>>

The air vibrated when the start signal blinked. The cars sprinted forward with a deafening roar, the tires leaving black tracks on the asphalt. You held your breath as you watched Jungwon take the lead immediately, zigzagging through the corners with impressive precision.

The track was an urban course, full of tight curves and straight lines that tested the skills of each driver. Jungwon steered with almost inhuman ease, cutting corners to the millimeter without ever losing speed.

<< Look how he enters the curve,>> said Jay enthusiastically. << No one drives like him. He is not afraid of anything.>>

You watched him, fascinated, the other cars tried to keep up with him, but nobody could keep up. It was as if the machine were an extension of his body, and he knew exactly how to push it to its limits without ever losing control.

After two laps, it was clear that he would win. No matter how much others tried to get over him, Jungwon was always one step ahead, calculating every move with surgical precision. When he crossed the finish line first, the crowd burst into a roar of exultation.

Jay clapped loudly, pulling you and his girlfriend into a hug. <<I told you!>> he exclaimed, laughing.

You were very quick. "He’s good, I admit. But he’s too young for all this. It’s ridiculous to think he could be so good, he just turned 20."

«It’s not ridiculous,» said a voice behind you.

You turned and there he was, Jungwon, still with his helmet in hand and the arrogant smile that lit up his face. He looked triumphant, but in his eyes, there was a challenge.

«I’m twenty, not ten», he continued, leaning nonchalantly against a parked car. «And it doesn’t matter how old you are when you’re the best.»

You crossed your arms and smiled shamelessly. "The best? In your head, maybe. People talk, you know? Not everyone is so convinced of your abilities."

Jungwon laughed a low and funny sound. «Let them talk. The numbers don’t lie, i'm in the top 5 of the state racers. And trust me, it wasn’t easy to get there.»

"If you say so," you replied, trying to ignore the shiver that had passed through your back as you looked into his eyes.

«You must not believe me,» he said, taking a step closer. «But sooner or later you will understand. Speed is not just about money or perfect cars, it’s about the heart.»

The evening seemed almost quiet. You were sitting on an old wooden stool, holding in your hands a mojito that was melting too fast. Your best friend, laughing next to you as Jay strutted in the distance, probably telling someone how good Jungwon was.

'It’s not so bad, isn’t it?' said your bf, giving you a slight push on the shoulder.

"It still doesn’t convince me," you replied, sipping your drink. "Too much confusion, too many people... Not my world."

Your bf laughed. 'I know, but sometimes you have to try new things. Maybe there’s something here that...'

The girl’s words were interrupted by a sudden and deafening noise. Screams, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of police sirens. The crowd exploded into a chaos of excited voices, bodies pushing and shoes pounding on the asphalt.

You got stuck, your heart was pounding. "What’s going on?"

'The cops, they’re here!' shouted someone, and the crowd began to scatter in all directions.

You looked around, lost, looking for your bff with your eyes, but before you could understand what to do you felt a strong hand holding your arm. You turned around and found Jungwon staring at you with a serious, almost impatient expression.

«You,» he said, bowing without waiting for an answer. «Come with me.»

"What-? Wait! No!" you tried to protest, but he didn’t give you the time. He dragged you through the crowd with fierce determination, dodging people and fallen bottles, to his car parked near the main road.

Jungwon opened the passenger door and almost pushed it in. «Get in.»

"I don’t even think so!"

The sirens came even closer, and you had no choice. You sat in the seat with your heart in your throat, slamming the door just as he was getting into the driver’s seat and turning on the engine.

«It’s written on your face that you’ve never been to such meetings,» he said as he set off. «Too scared to move.»

You stared at him. "I’m not scared!"

«Oh, you are,» he replied, and before you could fight back he put the gas on. The machine slammed forward at a speed that took your breath away. You clung to the seat, white knuckles, as the landscape began to flow at an impossible speed. The sirens were still behind you, but they got farther and farther away.

"You’re going too fast!" you shouted, trying to make yourself heard above the roar of the engine.

Jungwon did not answer, his face focused while he was dodging other cars and taking sharp turns without ever slowing down. His calm was frightening.

"I said slow down!" He turned his head slightly towards you, a funny smile that curved his lips. «What is it, speed scares you? I thought you were more brave.»

That was the drop of water. Without thinking, you raised your hand and slapped him on the arm. "Slow down!"

Jungwon laughed, the sound was low and incredibly calm for the situation. «It doesn’t work like that, princess. With the police on your tail, you run or lose.»

You stared at him, furious and terrified at the same time. "You’re out of your mind!"

«Maybe» he replied, giving the pedal a further push. The car accelerated even more, and you felt your heart go up in your throat.

«Tell me where you live,» said Jungwon, suddenly serious.

You exhibited, still tight to the seat. "Why?"

«Because if you don’t tell me, I don’t know where to leave you. Unless you want to stay with me all night.»

Your cheeks burned. "You’re an idiot."

«I take it as a compliment.»

With an exasperated sigh, you gave him the address. He nodded, turned the wheel with impeccable accuracy, and put a side road in.

The speed was only slightly slower, but not fast enough to feel the ground under your feet.

When it finally arrived in front of your palace, your heart was still beating like a drum.

He stopped the car, putting an arm on the steering wheel as he looked at you. «All together, see? It wasn’t so bad.»

You struck him with your eyes, but you did not answer. You opened the door and came down, almost stumbling as your legs trembled.

«Good night, princess», said Jungwon with a smile as he looked at you.

"Good night a horn," you mumbled, slamming the door. But as you ran home, you couldn’t ignore the fact that, despite everything, a part of you had felt that adrenaline... and you almost liked it.

The atmosphere at the university was unbearable. Every conversation seemed to revolve around Jungwon: the young prodigy, the boy who had rushed like lightning in the last run and left everyone speechless.

You sighed every time you heard his name. It was everywhere. In the boys' talks, in the girls' whispers. Even the professors seemed to mention with a veiled interest "that young pilot of whom everyone is talking".

But to you, Jungwon was just an arrogant boy with a passion for risk and a smile that irritated you more than it was allowed. Yet, there was something you couldn’t get out of your head: the night of the escape. The speed, the shiver, the way you felt alive... and vulnerable. It was a feeling you hated and, in part, wanted to forget.

One afternoon, as you were desperately trying to ignore the avalanche of messages in the groups on Jungwon, your bff approached your desk with a complicit smile and a colorful poster in hand.

'Look here,' she said, waving the paper before you.

You looked up from the book. "What is it?"

'One race,' he replied enthusiastically. 'But not a big one. It’s a training for the top 5, a private event. Only a few can attend.'

"So why show it to me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

'Cause I want to go there,' she replied with a smirk. 'And I thought you could come along. You know, as my partner in crime.'

"Not even in my dreams," you cut short, back to the book.

'Really?' sat down next to you, lowering his voice in a provocative tone. 'Are you sure? Maybe you can take the opportunity to thank that guy who saved you last night.'

You were blocked. Those words hit a nerve. You promised to thank him, despite everything. After that night you didn’t see each other anymore, and not that you cared particularly... or maybe yes?

"I’m thinking about it," you murmured at the end, leaving your satisfied bff in her place.

Two days later, you were exactly where you swore you would never be: a private track just outside the city, surrounded by a select few spectators. There was no crowd or chaos, only the roar of cars preparing to go down the track.

Despite initial reluctance, you could not deny that the atmosphere was fascinating. The shiny asphalt in the sun, the smell of burnt rubber, and the electricity in the air. It was all so... different.

You settled next to your best friend, who chatted animately with Jay. But your eyes were immediately caught by a figure in the distance: Jungwon.

He was there, with his pilot’s suit half open on the chest, helmet under his arm, and that cheeky smile printed on his face. He was laughing with a group of girls who seemed to be hanging on his lips.

You were staring at him, unable to look away. It was impossible to deny: he was beautiful. Perhaps too beautiful. His cat eyes shone with a light that seemed magnetic, and the dark and slightly ruffled hair fell perfectly on his face as if they had been designed for him.

And that suit... God.

"Oh, no," you muttered, looking away. You couldn’t, you didn’t have to admit it was nice. He wasn’t. He wasn’t even your type.

'Are you all right?' she asked, giving yourself a curious look.

"Yes," you answered, clenching your fists. "It’s all right."

But as Jungwon put on his helmet with a fluid gesture and approached his car, you noticed that your heart was beating faster. And it wasn’t the noise of the engines.

Coming fourth wasn’t exactly the result he wanted, especially considering he had raced against Heeseung and Sunghoon, two legends in the underground races. He had given everything, but against them, it was like fighting a storm.

As he stepped out of the car and took off his helmet, his gaze wandered through the small crowd of selected spectators. He looked for Jay, knowing that he would be somewhere with his girlfriend.

When he found it, however, Jungwon was stuck for a moment. Next to Jay was she: the good girl.

She was still, her arms crossed and the expression swaying between embarrassment and a strange determination. Although the light of sunset played with his features, giving his figure an almost ethereal aura, it was evident that he was not at ease in that environment.

Jungwon approached, his disappointment for fourth place temporarily forgotten. Curiosity shone in his feline eyes. «Wow, who sees again,» he said, a sneering smile that curled his lips.

You looked at him with your usual exasperated expression, but with a slight blush that colored your cheeks. "Hi, Jungwon."

«I didn’t think these places were your kind» he continued, slightly bowing his head. «Have you decided to add a little adrenaline to your monotonous life?»

Roll your eyes, ignoring the provocation. "I’m not here to have fun."

«Oh, then why are you here?»

Take a deep breath, determined to say what you had to. "I’m here to thank you."

Jungwon stared at you, surprised. «Thank me? For what?»

"For having me... Saved, if you may say so, the other night," I replied, looking down for a moment before raising it to meet his eyes.

For a moment he laughed, shaking his head slightly.

«Saved, eh?» she said, approaching by a step. «I would say that I have only given you a moving passage.»

"Call it what you will," you replied, trying to keep your cool. "But still... thank you."

Jungwon stopped laughing and stared at you, his eyes twinkling like something that looked like a challenge.

«And what do you think I want in return?» he asked, his voice low and almost hypnotic.

You looked at him, confused. "In return?"

He leaned slightly towards you, his face so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. Then, with a whisper that made your blood freeze in the veins, he said: «A kiss.»

Your eyes widened. "You’re kidding, right?"

Jungwon straightened, smiling with the same arrogance as ever. «I never joke, princess.»

You stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. Finally, he crossed his arms and raised his chin in defiance. "Then you will be left without thanks."

He laughed as if his answer amused him even more. «We will see» and walked away with a sure pace, leaving you there with your heart still beating wildly.

It was a quiet evening, of those you preferred. Your best friend had gone out with Jay, and for once the apartment seemed to be in a pleasant silence. You were sitting on the couch with a cup of hot tea and a book, finally free to enjoy some peace.

But that peace broke suddenly when the intercom rang, making you jump. You were not expecting anyone. You did a little bit of showing, but then you went and checked the screen.

Your breath was blocked. On the monitor was Jungwon, hands in his pockets and that relaxed expression that seemed to say "I’m always in the right place at the right time."

"What’s he doing here?" you murmured, nervously tightening the oversized pajamas you wore. He put his hand on your mouth, trying to collect your thoughts.

Despite everything, you opened.

Jungwon’s steps rang up the stairs, and before you could get ready, he was standing at the door, tall, confident, and with a slight smile on his face.

«Hello, princess,» he said, leaning on the door frame.

You looked at him, confused and with a mixture of irritation and nervousness. "What are you doing here?"

He did not answer. He entered without being invited, taking off his shoes naturally as if he were at home.

"what.." you stopped when you saw him walking around the apartment, observing everything with curiosity.

«Nice place,» said Jungwon, passing a hand on the kitchen cabinet and then taking a look at the sofa. He moved with the grace of a cat, calmly exploring every corner.

"You can’t come in like that," you protested.

«Why not? » he answered, turning to look at you. «I’m doing nothing wrong.»

You crossed your arms, trying to keep calm. "You still avoided the main question: what are you doing here?"

Jungwon came a few steps closer, reducing the distance between you. His gaze was piercing, and the sneering smile had never left his face. «I have come to take my thanks.»

The heart missed a stroke. "What?"

«I told you, didn’t I? I don’t leave anything halfway.» He leaned slightly toward you. «And I don’t accept excuses.»

You roast, feeling completely overwhelmed by his presence. You tried to appeal to your rational side, but couldn’t find the right words. "I... I don’t understand why you’re doing this. I owe you nothing."

Jungwon tilted his head as if he was weighing up his words. Then he laughed softly, a low, warm sound that made her shiver. «You’re always so sweet, aren’t you? And scared.»

"I am not afraid," you protested.

«Oh, yes you are,» he replied, getting even closer. His eyes shone with malice, but there was something else too, something deeper that you could not decipher.

I stepped back, but you found yourself with your back against the kitchen table. You were trapped, and Jungwon seemed to know it.

«So?» he asked you, with a smile that seemed like a challenge. «What about my thanks?»

You looked down, your face was red. "I don’t know what you want from me..."

Jungwon laughed again, this time more softly. He raised his hand and pulled a lock of hair from your face. His touch was light, but enough to hold your breath.

«All right,» he said, in a strangely gentle tone. "Perhaps I’ll let you choose how you want to thank me. But remember, princess, I never forget.»

With those words, he finally left and returned to snooping.

Jungwon was still looking around, moving like a curious cat, when his gaze fell on the couch. Without thinking too much, he dropped with a soft thud, stretching as if he were the master of the house. «Nice and comfortable here," he commented nonchalantly.

You were staring at him with your arms crossed, trying to keep a serious tone. "I didn’t invite you to get comfortable, you know."

He ignored you as his eyes were set on a book left on the pillow next to him. With disarming speed, he grabbed it.

«Let’s see what our princess reads,» he said, flipping through the pages.

"No! Give it back!" you exclaimed, approaching quickly.

But it was too late. Jungwon read aloud one of the most sappy passages in the book, imitating an overly sweet voice. "And he stared at her intensely, unable to resist the temptation to kiss her..."

You suddenly blush, embarrassed. "Stop it, give me back now!"

Jungwon burst out laughing.

«I never thought you were a fan of romantic novels. Aren’t you the one with the study books?»

You came to grab the book, but he pushed it away, holding it high above his head. "Jungwon, I told you to give it back!"

In an attempt to catch him, you swerved, falling on him on the couch. Both of you ended up lying down, you on top of him, the forgotten book on the ground.

For a moment everything seemed to stop. You looked up and met his feline eyes, so close that he could see every detail of their depth.

With a slow gesture, he raised his hand and stroked your cheek, the thumb that touched your skin with disarming delicacy. «Soft,» he murmured, almost in silence, as if he was making an incredible discovery.

Your heart was beating fast, and your face turned even more red. "J-Jungwon..."

He slightly tilted his head, his gaze curious and fascinated. Then, with a speed that caught you by surprise, he made you a slight tickle on your hips, making you burst into an involuntary laugh.

"Hey!" you protested in laughter, trying to move, but Jungwon kept teasing you with that funny smile.

«I like your laugh», he said, stopping at last. His voice was warm and low, and for a moment the atmosphere among you changed.

Before you could say anything, Jungwon leaned slightly towards you, his feline movements controlled. Then, with a confidence that seemed to leave no room for doubt, he laid his lips on yours.

The kiss was soft, but firm. There was no hurry, just a gesture full of respect and curiosity. You felt his big hands leaning around your back to hold you closer to him and with a sigh you let his tongue enter your mouth; It was the best kiss you had ever had and Jungwon looked so good at everything he did and you felt the heat of the contact immediately that broke down all resistance.

When you left, Jungwon smiled at you, his eyes shining with something you still couldn’t define. «Now I can consider myself thanked,» he muttered, the mischievous tone but strangely sweet.

Jungwon looked at you with a smile that mixed mischievousness and tenderness. «You know, I must admit,» he said in that witty tone that you now knew well, «you’re quite good at kissing, princess.»

You opened your eyes wide, the redness immediately rising to your cheeks. "Jungwon!" you protested, lightly hitting him on the shoulder.

He laughed, the low and relaxed sound that always seemed to make fun of you, but in a surprisingly affectionate way. Before he could fight back, he wrapped an arm around your waist and gently pulled you to himself, causing your head to rest on his neck.

«Then relax,» he muttered, as he slowly stroked your back.

Part of you couldn’t help but wonder: How can I feel safe with him? Jungwon was everything that represented chaos, risk, and defying the rules. Yet there, in his arms, was a calm you could not explain.

«Do you feel safe?» he asked you as if he had read your mind.

You did not answer immediately, clenching your fingers against the fabric of his shirt. At the end, you whisper, with a thread of voice: "It makes no sense, but yes."

Jungwon smiled, and his warm breath tickled your hair. «Maybe because I’m less dangerous than you think.»

Before you could answer, Jungwon moved slightly, breaking contact. He stood up, stretching with a grace that seemed almost feline. «But now I must go.»

You looked at him, still sitting on the sofa. "Doing... illegal things?" you asked, your voice a little jokey but also a bit serious.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. «In a way yes. I have to do something very illegal for the human being, imposed from above.»

You stared at him, confused. "What?"

«Study», he replied with a sly smile.

You blinked, incredulous. "Study?"

Jungwon nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. «Right. You don’t seem convinced.»

"I’m not," you admitted. "You... study? Really?"

«Of course. I study law.»

His words left you breathless. "Law?" you repeated, incredulous. "You? The boy who runs illegally and seems to ignore every rule... Do you study law?"

Jungwon laughed again, amused by his reaction. «I know, I know. It seems a contradiction, doesn’t it? But what can I do? I have a passion for rules. Only I prefer to decide when and how to follow them.»

You stared at him, trying to process that new information. "You are... a living contradiction."

«Interesting,» he smiled maliciously at you. Then, he slightly bowed his head. «And you are adorable when you are confused. See you, princess.»

And with those words, he left, leaving you sitting on the sofa staring at the door. And you thought that Jungwon was a riddle that you didn’t know how to solve yet.

After days of life seemed back to normal, you were immersed in your journalism studies, trying to forget the chaos that Jungwon had brought into your life. You were focused, determined to keep your head on her future, away from distractions.

But when your colleague at the university newspaper asked you to write a piece about clandestine racing, you suddenly found yourself back in the center of that world from which you had tried to get away.

'Are you sure you want to do it?' asked the colleague. 'It doesn’t seem like your environment.'

You raised your chin, determined. "I can do it. I’ll go with my best friend, no problem."

And so, that Saturday night, you found yourself again immersed in the racket noise. The pre-race was a chaotic party: deafening music, neon lights that illuminated the improvised track, people laughing and drinking everywhere. Your best friend, she seemed perfectly comfortable, but you don't.

Despite everything, you took your notebook and you started working. You had to do a detailed report, so you started to observe the machines and transcribe nicknames, technical notes, and the general atmosphere.

"The Panther" had a black and shiny livery, and "The Eagle" a silver car that seemed to slip in the air. Each pilot had a nickname, an identity that made them bigger than life.

But when your gaze was set on a machine unmistakable, your heart stopped. It was there, in all its glory: the hood painted with shiny stripes that reminded of claw scratches, and the name he had already heard whispered by Jay: The Wildcat.

Next to the car was him. Jungwon.

Your heart sped up when you saw it. Lying nonchalantly beside the car, he wore a dark leather jacket left unlaced, revealing a tight-fitting T-shirt that highlighted his dry physique. The messy hair looked even softer in the neon light, and the cat eyes shone with a mix of challenge and fun. He was not alone. Three, maybe four girls were standing near him, laughing and flirting openly. One of them had put a hand on his arm, and he didn’t seem at all annoyed.

The pen you held in your hand stopped. You felt a wave of conflicting emotions: annoyance, jealousy, irritation, and that bit of insecurity that you could never get away from when it came to confronting other girls.

'Are you all right?' asked your bff, noticing your sudden silence.

"Yes," lying, looking down, and pretending to take notes in your notebook.

Jungwon seemed perfectly in his element. Every movement and every smile seemed to be designed to attract attention, and it worked perfectly. Everyone was watching him, and he knew it.

When one of the girls came closer to him, laughing and putting a hand on his chest, you felt yourself burning inside. You turned, pressing the notebook against your chest. It shouldn’t have mattered. It didn’t.

But then, as if he had felt your gaze even amid the chaos, Jungwon looked up and saw you.

His smile stopped for a moment. The feline eyes were fixed on you, curious and perhaps surprised.

You held your breath, unable to look away.

Then, Jungwon’s smile returned, slower and deeper. She pulled away from the car and stepped over to you, the girls who were quietly protesting about the sudden lack of attention.

You were juggling between the machines, trying to ignore the knot of emotion that had formed in his stomach after seeing Jungwon. You kept taking notes in his notebook, writing down details about the race, the drivers, the nicknames... but your heart could not calm down.

You were focused on describing a car with a fiery red livery when suddenly you heard a hand grab your notebook. You slammed your eyes and you saw it.

Jungwon was there, a few steps away from you, with that cat-like look in his eyes that seemed to be light inside. His eyes shone with mischief and amusement, and his lips curled in a sneering smile. «Hey, princess,» he said goodbye, holding the notebook carelessly in her hand. «I missed something or are you trying to write a book about us?»

"Give it back, Jungwon. I’m working."

He slightly tilted his head, studying it. «Working, eh? You didn’t find a minute to come and say hello? All the other girls did it.» His voice was a mixture of provocation and challenge.

You’re sticking your jaw, trying to keep calm. "I didn’t come here to make friends, Jungwon. I have other things to do."

Your words made him smile. He leaned slightly towards you, your eyes straight in his. «Let me guess... Are you jealous?»

You blinked, surprised by her question. Then you sat down, raising your chin with determination. "Not. Why should I be jealous?"

Jungwon stared at you for a moment, his smile widening as if he were having a great time. «I don’t know, but usually the girls who look at me like that have something to say.»

You get stiff, feeling your face getting warmer and warmer. "I wasn’t looking at you in any way. I have other things to think about."

He laughed softly, a sound that seemed to wrap her like a caress. «Sure, princess. As you wish.»

You ripped the notebook out of his hands. "Stop calling me that. And let me do my job."

Jungwon pulled back, raising his hands in surrender, but his smile did not fade. «All right, all right. But don’t take it too hard. You know where to find me if you change your mind.»

And with a last look that seemed to promise trouble, he turned around and returned to his car.

The race was a whirlwind of emotions. You were with Jay and your bff, watching the chaos of cars sprinting under the spotlight. The engines were roaring, and the adrenaline felt palpable in the air. Jungwon was third, fighting ferociously to reach the podium and win that prize which meant more than just money.

You couldn’t deny that she was nervous. Every tight turn, every overtake, every calculated risk made her hold her breath. The gaze was instinctively set on Jungwon’s car, recognizable by its aggressive stripes and proudly painted number.

But then it happened.

The Panther made an illegal move. A sharp cut to the trajectory, too close to be a simple mistake. Jungwon’s car skidded, losing control, and went off the track with an impact that made the silence in the air resound. No one laughed, no one spoke.

"Damn it!" cursed Jay, sprinting into the pit area to see what had happened to Jungwon. You looked for Jungwon, but he was as if disappeared, swallowed up by the darkness of the track. The crowd around you had already started to celebrate, shouting for Heeseung, Sunghoon, and the Panther’s victory as the spotlight turned on the winners.

You were lost. You couldn’t think of anything but the car that was off the track and the guy driving it. Where was Jungwon? Was he all right?

"Hey," a deep voice brought you back to reality.

You turned around and saw a boy coming towards you. It was the pilot of the Panther, the one who caused the accident.

"What is a pretty girl doing here with a notebook in her hand?" he asked, looking at you with interest.

"I’m working," you replied coldly, holding the notebook to my chest. "I’m a journalist, I have to write about the race."

He laughed, a sound that had nothing genuine. "A journalist, eh? Well, maybe you could write a piece about me. You know, I’m the star of the night."

You stared at it, the obvious annoyance on your face. "I don’t think I’ll write about who plays dirty to win."

The boy’s smile cracked slightly, but before he could answer, a movement behind him caught both of their attention.

«I don’t think he wants to write about you,» said a familiar, low, and tense voice.

Jungwon was there. Hair sprawled, a small wound on the eyebrow that bled slightly, and an expression that promised trouble.

The Panther’s pilot smiled, raising his hands in surrender. "Oh, there it is. I thought you were still licking your off-piste wounds."

He didn’t have time to finish the sentence. Jungwon advanced with a lightning move and punched him straight in the face. The boy staggered back, a hand to his nose.

«If you want to win, do it playing clean» growled Jungwon, his voice low but full of anger.

Stood still, my heart beating like a bat. You had never seen Jungwon so full of fury and determination.

He turned to you, his feline eyes staring at you with an intensity that made you hold your breath.

«Is everything okay?» he asked you, his voice suddenly quieter.

You are slow and unable to formulate a response. He watched you for a moment longer, then turned to the pilot of the Panther, who was still recovering.

«Never come near her again,» said Jungwon, his voice dangerously low. And with those words, he took your hand and led you away from the crowd, leaving chaos behind.

You found yourself catapulted into the car of Jungwon, almost without realizing how it happened. He was furious, his face tense and his cat eyes shone with a disturbing intensity. His hands held the steering wheel tightly, and the silence in the car was broken only by the soft hum of the engine.

You look around nervously, trying to figure out where you are going. You did not dare to speak, but you could not ignore the charged energy that was breathed into the air.

In the end, Jungwon stopped in a poorly lit parking lot, away from the chaos of the race and the festivities. He turned off the engine but said nothing for a moment. He ran his hand through his hair, visibly irritated, and then turned to you, approaching dangerously.

«What the hell were you thinking, Y/n?» he growled, his voice low but full of anger.

You stared at him, confused and slightly intimidated. "I... was working. I just asked questions and took notes for the piece I have to write."

Jungwon came even closer, his eyes peering at you. «Working? With that ridiculous little skirt and the top that leaves everything in sight? Where is the good girl I kissed the other day?»

You looked at him, surprised and irritated by her reaction. "Sorry?! What’s the matter, Jungwon? It’s not your concern what I’m wearing. And, for your information, I’m still the same person, even if I don’t dress like a nun to come to these stupid races!"

He raised an eyebrow, the sneer smile returning to his face. «Ah, so now you like to be a rebel? Interesting.»

"It’s not about rebellion!" you broke off with your arms crossed. "And stop judging me. It’s you who runs illegally, not me."

For a moment, Jungwon stared at you in silence, then his smile went out, and his gaze became more serious. «I don’t want you to get into trouble. Not with people like that, and certainly not in a place like this."

You were silent, struck by the sincerity in her voice, but you didn’t want to give it up. "I’m not a child, Jungwon. I can take care of myself."

Now your faces were a few inches apart. «You don’t understand, do you? It’s not just about looking after yourself. I can’t stand the idea that someone else could even look at you like that guy did.»

You suddenly felt confused and vulnerable under his intense gaze. "Jungwon..."

But he didn’t give you the time. With a strong gesture, he took you by the face and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours with overwhelming confidence, but not without sweetness. It was a kiss that spoke of unresolved emotions, confusion, and desire.

You stood still for a moment, but then you let go, returning the kiss. You didn’t know what that meant, but at the time, in his arms, you felt inexplicably safe, even though Jungwon represented everything he had to avoid.

The anger, tension, and that strange, irresistible attraction that Jungwon seemed to be kindling in you all exploded at once. You grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and pulled him towards you, kissing him again with more passion, as if you wanted to make him understand once and for all how confused she was, but also how lost you were for him.

Your hands trembled as they sat on Jungwon’s sculpted chest. You felt the muscles twitch under your fingers as if he was struggling to keep control. The heat emanating seemed to burn her skin, but she did not want to stop.

Between one kiss and the next, he pulled away slightly, his lips still dangerously close to hers. «Wait,» he muttered, with a smile that seemed to hide a thousand secrets. «Move slightly from the seat.»

You looked at him, confused, as he moved swiftly into the passenger seat. She pointed with a sure nod to his lap. «Sit here.»

You stared at him with wide eyes, heart pounding in your chest. "Jungwon, we’re in public..."

He chuckled, the sound low and incredibly charming. «Nobody is watching us. And even if they did... who cares? Trust me.»

After a moment of hesitation, you moved in embarrassment, and you sat on his legs. Your arms instinctively clenched around Jungwon’s neck, as he laid his hands on his hips, holding you firmly against him.

«See?» he whispered, in a tone that had a disarmingly sweet sweetness. «There is nothing to be afraid of.»

He, on the other hand, seemed comfortable, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed a darker depth. His fingers began to trace little circles on your hips, and his smile became more intense.

«You’re so beautiful,» he said, his tone suddenly serious, as he stared at you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him in the world. «You don’t realize what you’re doing to me, do you?»

You shook your head slightly, unable to find the words.

He tilted his head, his gaze becoming darker but at the same time incredibly sweet.

«I don’t want anyone to look at you the way I do. Is that a problem?»

"Jungwon..." you mumbled, but he didn’t give her time to continue.

He drew his lips to your ear like a kitten huddled in its den, sank his face against his neck, inhaled your scent, squeezed you tighter, and began kissing you and making little pacifiers.

«You are so sensitive,» he murmured, as he heard how you tried to deny the moans of pleasure. «I love to see how you react to me, I bet no one has made you feel like this in your life, princess.»

This time she touched the edge of your lace panties slightly.

"Jungwon.... not here," You said as you felt his big fingers sear your panties.

Your words seemed to light something in Jungwon. His smile grew wider and more dangerous, and a bad boy’s flash lit up his face. «Oh, princess» he whispered, tilting his head slightly as his hands slid into her life. «I want everything of you... but I’m not sure I can wait.»

Before you could answer, his fingers moved with an exasperating slowness under your skirt, and he began to draw light circles as you felt that slowly you were already excited for him. You held your breath, feeling the heat that spread throughout your body.

Jungwon, amused by your reaction, drew little circles with his fingers, stroking the slightly moist fabric. «So wet»

You whispered in a tone that mixed sweetness and provocation. «Is this all for me?»

You nodded weakly with your face becoming increasingly red.

He came near your ear again, letting his warm breath caress her skin. «I would like to take everything of you now, but not in this car. Not like that. You deserve more.»

Despite his words, he did not stop at all. He started touching your pussy but a grin formed on his face and looked as if there was someone outside and with a strong movement touched the lever that was under the seat and lowered it. «Lie down Y/n, I will make you feel good while I kneel.» Jungwon laid you down in the seat and began to slide his hands on one of your legs, lifting it to leave a kiss trail up to your thigh, Stopping occasionally to admire your soft skin that was illuminated by the moon and the intense look you were throwing at him. «I promise you that I will make you feel so good, you can’t be touched by any boy from today»

He moved his head under the skirt took the piece of your panties between his teeth and slowly pulled it down, moaning audibly as he watched a series of excitement drip from your heart. His cock was already pulsing in his pants but today he just wanted to make you feel good, there would be other opportunities that he would be well.

You looked at him a lot embarrassed but also extremely excited when you saw him with your panties in your mouth and pulled his hair and carried him back down into your pussy.

"Jungwon, I’m... you can lick it pls» Jungwon started laughing and tricked his tongue on your inner thigh, capturing your excitement on his tongue. «Fuck, baby, you’re so good. Let me eat your pretty pussy» You slightly widened your thighs and moaned instantly when he licked and licked, without even thinking about it, before reaching his hand behind you with his arms stretched out to pull you closer, guiding your hips down with force "Jungwon," you panicked. Your brain got a little confused as it pushed your thighs away, then lifted them up and away so that you could bury your face deeper between them. «Look at you, you’re getting your pussy licked in the middle of nowhere by the only guy you find irritating»

Jungwon took a second to smile at you, stroking your slimy thigh with his cheek, and pressing a small lingering kiss on your warm skin. His tongue was hot and wet against your pussy, practically melting against your folds, making long and deliberate passes up to your clitoris before you concentrate on it and suck it with a fervor that sent waves of pleasure.

Unable to hold your voice, you began to emit gasping and stuttering moans, unintentionally lifting yourself into his mouth as he licked and sucked your clitoris, feeling your cheeks burning more and more long he looked into your eyes.

"I am... oh my God, please" greedily caress your clitoris pulsing in quick and deliberate circles with the thumb, automatically bringing two fingers to your pussy, your greedy hole sucked them up to your knuckles, without hesitating to push them in and out of you. Once your legs hooked to her waist, she quickened and pumped the rhythm of her fingers, your moisture now so palpable that it was beginning to leak out of you.

«Come princess, only for the wildcat» you exhaled, licking your lips and savoring the remains of yourself on your tongue, Striking him in a way that made you fight the urge to let your eyes roll down to the bottom of your skull and come between his fingers and with a gesture he took her to his mouth and sucked her as if it were the best thing in this world.

Yes, he got up slightly and felt his cock and balls extremely tight and hard in the pants but it was worth it, he had just made the "good girl" come off the university and knew that she would think for not how long to this episode of him bowing to her to suck their pussy.

You had spent a few nights writing your piece, trying to maintain a balance between your natural contempt for the illegality and that subtle attraction for the adrenaline-fuelled world that you had discovered recently. In the end, you delivered your article to the local newspaper, knowing that it would create a sensation, especially among the pilots.

You described the atmosphere in vivid words, talking about the roar of engines, the smoke from tires on the asphalt, and people who seemed to live only for those moments.

Extract from the article:

"There is something irresistibly hypnotic about seeing those riders challenge everything and everyone, putting their lives on the edge of a razor for a ride of glory. But despite the obvious danger and illegality, I can not deny that I also felt the heartbeat accelerate, the shiver of every curve taken to the limit. It’s a world that makes you want more, even when you know you shouldn’t."

You also mentioned the most famous pilots, dedicating a part of his article to the young and mysterious Wildcat:

"Among the many, one stands out for his early talent and rebellious attitude: Wildcat. At just 20, he has shown a mastery of the steering wheel that defies logic. But it’s not just his ability that makes him interesting: there is an energy in him, an aura that makes him unmatched. Despite his age, he drives like he was born to do it, and there’s a dangerous confidence in his feline eyes that makes you wonder what lies behind that provocative smile. Who knows if, behind the bad boy mask, there is something more... is a bad boy as everyone says or is different with the people he loves?"

Jungwon, sitting on the couch at home, had read the article carefully. The newspaper folded on his knees, his eyes shone with a strange combination of annoyance and amusement.

'So he thinks I’m hiding something, eh?' he murmured to himself, "And it describes that adrenaline so well... Maybe she’s not so different from me after all.'

Then he stopped to read another part:

"It is clear that risk is an integral part of this world, but perhaps this is what makes it so irresistible. Once you enter, it’s hard to get out of it, especially when you meet people who seem made for living without rules. And although I do not share this lifestyle, I cannot deny that there is something fascinating about observing those who are not afraid to challenge any limit."

Jungwon laughed slowly, was it perhaps a hint of what happened in the car between the gold two the other day?

'Good girl, eh?' mumbled. 'You’re so convinced that you don’t want to be part of this world, but underneath I know you like it. And I’m the only one who can take you beyond that limit, Y/n

He decided that he could not let go of the matter. He had to see her, tease her personally, and above all make her understand that no one could talk about him in that way without suffering the consequences.

You had just come out of the shower and heard the bell ring. Your best friend was not in, and you were not expecting anyone. And on the screen of the video intercom was: Jungwon, with the folded newspaper in his hand and that dangerous smile you now recognized too well.

You opened the door, trying to keep calm. "What are you doing here?" You asked, crossing my arms.

Jungwon didn’t answer immediately, just entering with a disarming security. «So you wrote an article about the bad boys of the city Y/n? Pleased with the comments you received?» He said in a low, sharp voice, waving the newspaper before you.

"It’s just my job," you replied, trying to keep a professional tone.

Jungwon chuckled and slowly approached, leaning slightly towards you until your faces were a few inches away. «No one speaks of me in this way. Not even you.»

You instinctively backed away, but he followed you, the paper still in his hand, his eyes shining with an intensity that made her tremble. «Wildcat, eh? Feline eyes, dangerous smile... tell me, were you writing or fantasizing about me? what is it you missed already my touch?»

"Don’t get your head in the sand, Jungwon. I just brought the truth."

«Truth?» he repeated with a grin, getting even closer. «And what is the truth? That you like this world? That you like what I make you feel?»

You felt trapped, and your heart was beating too fast. "I... I don’t..."

Before you could finish the sentence, Jungwon dropped the newspaper on the counter and took you by the side, lifting you up easily and making you sit on the kitchen island. He stood between your legs, his eyes fixed on his.

«Spare me the apology,» you whispered, his voice full of desire and a touch of possession. «I know exactly what you’re trying to hide. It’s in your eyes every time you look at me.»

You tried to talk, but before you could say a word, Jungwon leaned over and kissed you with an overwhelming passion. His hands seized your hips with force, pulling you even closer as if he wanted to erase all distance.

The kiss was different from the previous ones: there was not only passion but also a kind of affirmation. He wanted you to know that you were his, that no one else could get close to you like he did. «Never again write about me in that way,» he whispered against her lips, her voice low and hoarse. «I don’t want anyone else to know how good I am at making you feel this way. This is just for us.»

Jungwon caressed your face sweetly, a striking contrast to his possessive grip on your hips.

You felt his fingers trace the skin of your hips under your shirt until it reached the breast that was completely uncovered because you had just washed, His fingers were slightly cold to contact your breast and Bud tickled you and made you slightly arch your back. «You are already so sensitive to me and i touched you only with a finger what will happen when you fuck princess?» Jungwon took off your shirt and started kissing you and tickling your breasts, your poor nipples were turgid and with one hand he held you still and with the other, he massaged you alternating to tighten your left breast. He sucked you as if he was obsessed with your breast but had other things for the head that he wanted to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him and he with one hand ran through your leg from the knee to the inside of the thigh, making you lose breath, a smug smile took shape on his lips as he tilted his head watching your reaction as his fingers approached your core, the tips traced him around your pajamas shorts and groans at the touch of his fingers around your core still dressed.

"Jungwon...I need" Your hand moved to touch his cock through the pants of the suit, making him moan, pulled down your pajama shorts, and when he saw that you already had your panties slightly wet a grin set up on his face, «God, already so fucking wet for me» and you kept massaging his cock, and I also took him off in his pants and made him spread a little 'the stain of the pre-ejaculate in his boxer shorts.

He took you in his arms as you kissed and kissed, and brought you to your room and laid you gently by the edge of your bed, you were perfect for him, It was months that he dreamed of fucking you and having you all to himself and finally came the time to see that the good girl who everyone loved at university was not so much a good girl when she was with him. He quickly removed your panties and his fingers finally touched your clitoris, winding around the bundle of nerves, throwing it every time you moved your hips trying to get more friction; «look at you, you are already so eager to have my fingers around you, where has the good girl gone?» You groaned and tried to move easily but Jungwon as usual was teasing you.

"Jungwon, stop being like that. We both know that underneath you were pleased with that article" Jungwon looked at you with serious eyes and without saying anything two fingers entered your already sensitive core, making you shudder.

“Fuck, oh yeah!" Jungwon started pumping your fingers slowly though and you moved so much that you accidentally touched his cock in his boxer shorts with one hand he held you tight and with the other, he touched you but Jungwon had other plans with you.

«The other day in the car I made you come, now it’s your turn to show me what you can do, I really want to see if the good girls can be good with dicks» You looked at Jungwon slightly embarrassed and opened your mouth to the surprise of his words.

Choking a groan as his fingers curled inside you again. Your hands moved quickly to lower his boxer shorts, releasing his huge cock, making you open wide eyes but your mouth was even more flooding with desire for him.

Your hand quickly distributed the pre-seminal liquid, and your thumb gently moved it while you watched his reaction, smiling at seeing that you were making him enjoy only with his cock in hand, whimpering as he added a third finger, By widening even more. Your pussy was already sore and super sensitive by the overstimulation of his fingers and you kept on teasing their cock and sucking it "Jugwon, please" the guy in front of you laughed slowly and he also mooed something incomprehensible

and said: «What do you want, use that beautiful mouth you love to tease people to tell me what my princess wants» moaning loudly when he pumped all three fingers around your pussy it was beautiful but you wanted more.

"I want...I want you, pls" When he heard those words he let out his fingers and spread your legs and your pussy was super shiny, stimulated, and ready to take his dick. His tip only went in a little to drive you crazy, but there was not much you could do while he held your legs apart and on the edge of the bed. Your hands went into his hair, pulling it slightly as you watched Jungwon’s cock disappear inside your pussy, slowly driving you crazy.

It didn’t matter if you begged him he would take it his way, he quickly pulled out all his cock before you could even get used to it if he was back in full again, and repeated it a couple more times before his hand that had been on his member before, It would move on your clitoris making circular movements as it kept burying itself deep inside you and pulling everything out. Moaning, invaded your room and you pulled him even closer to you with the other hand he stroked your cheek and put his thumb in your mouth, and sucked it slightly

«good girl» Nodded while you felt his cock now in your stomach clothing you and it was a wonderful feeling to see Jungwon so lost of you and inside you.

«Look at you, I want you to look at me and groan my name as I hear you hold me with that sweet little pussy of yours, yes?» You nodded and groaned as it hit the exact point of your G-spot and felt the overstimulation of his thumb touching your now swollen clitoris.

«Come for me, come around me, be a good girl, and come all over my dick.»

"Jungwon, please...oh fuck!"

Your high quickly found you while he kept jumping inside of you looking for his release, and you felt his seed and his cum inside you gushing out of your pussy after a while he got rid of his cock around you and gave you little kisses in your neck and made you lie down in the bed and put on his shirt and went straight to get wet clothes to take off everything, the sticky sperm from your legs and after a little while he lay down next to you and hugged you and cuddled to you placing his head in your neck and leave you small kisses and light caresses.

«I hope it didn’t hurt, princess. I... I never felt these things for a girl and you» didn’t end up gently putting your lips on hers and he smiled at you.

"I have never had these feelings for anyone but Jungwon, i don't want this thing to be just for fun…”

Jungwon hugged you and held you close to him

«No, you have not for months now mine and you have not even realized it. This thing is not only for fun for me, I want to make it work because when I win I need my journalist of trust who describes me as his Wildcat!» You laughed and it was extremely true that you and Jungwon could not be so different but at the same time, you were complementary.

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[confuseandconquer]

I forgot that the pant material was shiny aAGH. Anyways....Bio Parents LMK au by @kyri45 fanart of our main boy MK <333 ((GO CHECK IT OUT ITS AMAZING/GEN‼️))

[Took around 7 hours and 5 minutes (One of my best times highkey...) ]

References from @kyri45 's comic used:

Little art decision facts:

- All of the five circles of color surrounding MK's head in a sort of halo are made to represent, through really only color, the color stones from season 5. The yellow and purple color stones I made closest to MK because the colors reminded me of Macaque and Wukong.

- The halo color was also a choice as the inverted colors turned out perfectly in reminding me of Lady Bone Demon. I kept it in to show another of his past struggles in season 4 and another long-term influence on who he is today.

- I added the medium-sized details to MK's clothing due to inspo from @ningadudexx 's art style (Check them out, incredible art‼️)

[percyjackson-post]

Riordanverse Characters but it’s cursed things I did as a child: Part 1

Part 2

Percy Jackson: Deciding at age 5 that I could suddenly swim and attempting to show this by jumping into a pool only to immediately start drowning

Annabeth Chase: Punching a boy in the gut as a kindergartener because he stepped on my foot so he could take the book I wanted from the bookshelf

Leo Valdez: Being told as a kid to go and check if the grill was still hot and pressing my full hand onto the metal to check. It was indeed still hot.

Jason Grace: Kicking out not one but TWO pool lights out of their sockets on separate occasions and managing to give myself and two other people minor electrical shocks

Piper McLean: Hiding under a table and using children's safety scissors to give myself bangs…twice

Hazel Levesque: Stealing a concerning amount of shiny rocks from multiple national parks. Not that I would do that since it’s a crime.

Frank Zhang: Attempting to pet a wild bear in my backyard and getting way closer than a 4-year-old should be to a wild animal before being stopped. 

Will Solace: Managing to sprain my neck in a bounce house and choosing to tell nobody about it for over 2 days

[spidybaby]

Makeup Voice-over

Madrid Boys x Influencer!Reader

Summary: You ask your boyfriend for help to record the voice-over of your makeup routine.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: Hi guys! Many of you asked me to do a version of Barca Boys but with Madrid guys. I took the most mentioned in the requests, hope you like it, love you 🙂‍↔️❤️

Jude

"So, I just have to do say what you are doin'?" He asks, confused while you place the airpods on his ears.

"Yes, baby." You smile at him.

"What if I don't know the name of the product?" He asks, worried. "Or the name of the tool?"

"Jude, just do it your way, call it whatever."

"Alright, boss." He smiles.

You left the room, leaving him to do it alone. You walk with a laundry basket to the laundry room. Wanting to be surprised with the video once it's done.

Jude does what you told him, play the video, and start to say what you are applying with a lot of detail.

"Hello' mates, I'm Y/n, your favorite one. Today, I'm doing a tutorial so you can look as amazing as I do."

He chuckles as he stops the video. You recorded in parts so he could pause and do the voice over slowly.

"I'm applying this green gel, I think that's for hair." He says, confused. "Oh, on my face, okay." He doesn't understand why you would apply that to your face. "Now I'm grabbing this and putting drops of it on my face. As you can see, it's the same color as my skin." He explains.

He takes a pause to drink some water.

"With a sponge, I know that cause my amazing boyfriend who I adore gave it to me!" He says proudly. "I spread it all over my face, then you grab another product with the same color and put it under your eye, in your chin, in your forehead."

He tries to understand what you are doing but he doesn't really know much about makeup and he doesn't really know much about the names.

"Okay, so now you need to use powder, place it all over the stuff you just spread." He confusingly says. "Now I know this one, you need to blush your face just like when my perfect boyfriend gives me a compliment. Love you, darling." He chuckles.

He feels happy that he knows what you are doing, he might be dumb but he wasn't dumb to blush.

"Now apply brown powder cause why not." He explains. "Also, now with a brush, you grab this other brown powder and apply it to the eye, close it before, we don't want to become blind."

He praised himself for the knowledge.

"Now that your eyes are powdered with brown, you grab an even darker brown and do it to only a part of your eye." He says, obviously thinking he is correct. "Now you take this shiny powder and apply it to the other part of your eye, yes."

He pauses again, taking a other sip of his drink.

"Okay, mates, and you grab this mascara. Yes, that's the name. Write it down. You apply it to the lashes twice, apparently."

You are downstairs finishing with loading the washing machine, not thinking that it was going to be as funny as it was being.

"Now we apply lipstick, but if I'm being honest let's skip it, fuck!" He says, very confident. "Oh, shit. Not this glossy thing. Okay, apply a glossy thing to your lips but don't kiss your man because that will end up on his lips."

He hates gloss, everybody knows that now.

"And then you spray your face, why? I don't know." He chuckles. "Thank you guys, now go buy a real madrid jersey with the number 5, bye."

Kylian

"Bonjour à tous, je suis Y/n."

"Kyks, in English, please!" You say from the kitchen. He was recording the voice-over on the couch.

"Anyways, today I'm doing my skin care and makeup. Let's start." He says in a very sweet tone. "First wash your face if you don't disgusting."

You can't help but laugh at him.

"Shhh, I'm working here." He says, trying not to laugh. "You now need to pass this cotton thing with this mmm, water?" He questions.

You shake your head, he tries to praise that he knows everything but clearly don't.

"Pass it around and let it dry." He nods at himself. "Then you need to apply this silicony gel, make sure it's spead correctly because if not you will root and die."

"Kylian!" You warn him. "You can't say that to people."

"I know what I'm doing, mademoiselle." He tells you. "Now that you did, apply foundation on this plate and add some of your skin care. Why? Don't know, but do it just like I do."

He pauses the video to talk to you.

"What is the plate?" He asks.

"It's a mixing pallette." You explain. "You use it to mix products."

He nods, understanding. "Now you pick it up with a brush, applying it to your face. Blend it up calmly because if not, you might break an arm." He chuckles. "Then you move to your small foundation, I think that's not what is called but Google it. It's Dior as you can see."

He makes sure to say it because when you did a video asking him to guess the price he was impressed that Dior had makeup.

"Once that's done, you grab this brown cream. Grab the brush and take some product, apply to the forehead and the cheeks." He explains. "And grab this blush, one dot on each cheek, blend it."

You smile at how he looks like he is enjoying doing it.

"Grab the powder and powder yourself, make sure to be very powder, or you'll be all wet with the other products, and you will be the clown of the party."

You cover your mouth, can't believe how extra he was being.

"Then you'll grab another brown product, applying it again, same with the blush, do it again. Don't worry if it seems wasteful. Make your boyfriend get you another one."

He chuckles, knowing that he was being a hit.

"Now you need to move to the eyes. You are going to grab a pallette and apply a color to the eyes. You then gran your marker and draw a line, make it sharp, it needs to be able to cut the enemies."

You shake your head no, laughing at him being so extra.

"Once you do that, you need to apply more lashes, bigger ones." He explains. "They glue to the eyelid, and once it's done, grab a mascara, apply it."

You move from the kitchen to where he is. "Almost done? The food is ready."

He nods. "You are going to grab a color pencil. Paint your lips with it because you'll need it for the lipstick. When you are done, you need to apply a spray."

He tries to remember the name of that spray but he can't.

"And done, now I leave to go to a Real Madrid game to see my boyfriend, love you Kylian, the best, vote for him on La Liga player of the month, bye."

Arda

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" He asks, very shyly.

"Yes, love." You smile, caressing his face. "It's just a voice-over of my makeup tutorial."

"But I'll mess up things."

"No, you won't." You smile. "Just name things as you think they are, okay?"

"Okay."

He walks over to your studio, you let him alone to do it because he asked you to.

"Okay, shit." He takes a deep breath. "Hello everyone, my girlfriend is doing a makeup tutorial. First, she's applying this skin color cream with an eggy looking sponge."

He's confuse at the sponge but won't pay mind to it.

"Then you need to grab another skin color cream. This one is, I think, a little bit more bright, or maybe it's the light." He says, very confused. "You need to hit your face with the sponge and move the cream around. Then you are going to grab a big brush, she's using one I gave her for her birthday, don't ask me, my mom helped me." He chuckles

He didn't lie. He got you a lot of makeup things for your birthday. Thanks to his mom, he got everything right because he was lost.

"Now, with another brush, she's grabbing this thing to make her face have shape or something like that. You need to apply it to the jawline, the cheek, your nose, everywhere basically."

He's confuse about why is it everywhere, but he won't question you.

"Okay, now a different brush. This has been in her collection for a long time, I know cause I once almost broke it, and she told me that." He chuckles. "You grab this pinky powder, apply it to the cheeks and I don't know why she's also applying it on the top of her nose and on her eyelids."

He's confused at why you are doing that but won't complain. He isn't a woman, he can't argue with you about it.

"Okay, now she's using this eye makeup. She likes orange, and she will use it on her eyes. This makeup was when we played with the orange jersey. Love that jersey. Also, the white one is cool, but this one has its own thing."

He's rambling, but you don't mind about it. It was supposed to be something fun for you and him. So you told him to be himself and to ramble if he wants.

"After the eyes, she usually grabs this lash comb, makes her eyelashes grow, they look amazing." He admires the image of you. "She doesn't like gloss or lipstick, so she's using this belly thing on her lips, tapping it with her fingers to make it seem natural."

He was almost done. He knows it because when you do this, you then apply a spray and say you are done.

"To finish you grab this spray, it makes your makeup last. Why? I'm not sure, but I just trust the process, apparently." He says, trying not to chuckle. "Now we are done, and as you can see, she looks amazing. Thank you for watching."

Brahim

"Bueno gente, let's start this." Brahim says. "You'll need to be pretty cause if you are not as pretty as me, sad." He says.

You shake your head no, trying not to let the big laugh you are holding out.

"You need to use some foundation, I use this one from Rihanna." He mentions, not sura about brands but dealing with it. "You grab the sponge, hit your face with it, hard please so you can stamp that makeup on."

You lost it, letting the laugh out.

"Shhh, amor venga!" He says. "Okay, move on, you grab your concealer. In this case, I couldn't sleep because I like to watch my boyfriend who is very handsome, guapo el chico!"

You laugh again.

"You then grab this powder, also grab this triangle, press the powder, and then place it under the eyes, the forehead, the cheeks." He explains, feeling like a pro. "You then grab that cocoa powder lookalike. Then please grab a brush and a blush, I love the kiko one, muy bueno, mucho pimiento!"

"Pigmento!" You laugh

"Exactly," He says. "Now I don't like to add much eye shadow, I place this light brown, como café corto de leche, then I add highlight."

"Coffee with light milk?" You ask.

"Shhh, guapa." He says, waving his hand. "To finish, I apply my favorite mascara. It's named better than sex, even tho it is not because my boyfriend joder!"

You almost pee yourself from how hard you are laughing at his silliness.

"Now, apply a lip oil and go around your day." He says sassy. "Also, don't forget to go and see my boyfriend, The Brahim Diaz, highlights on La Liga Instagram. Adiós, kiss kiss." He finishes with a kiss sound.

[seokmn]

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ₊˚⊹ ࿔

pairing: seokmin x fem!reader wc: 1.4k words warnings: none lua's note: in brazil, the birthday person gives the first slice of cake to a special person to them

"sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of times"

It was your son’s birthday, also known as Seokmin’s happiest and most depressing day of the year.

You and Seokmin woke up early to make the most amazing breakfast for the little boy with all the foods he absolutely loves.

“Honey, are you already crying?” You dropped the bowl and got closer to your husband, hugging him from behind and tilting your head to take a look at the tears threatening to flow down his cheeks. “No, it’s the onion, darling. I’m okay.”

“Oh, Seokmin,” you pouted and held back a smile. “You’re cutting bananas and strawberries.”

He let out a little laugh, feeling a bit ridiculous of how bad and stupid his lie was. “You know I get a little bit emotional on this day.”

“I know, I know,” you pecked his cheek before stepping back and paying attention to the bowl once again. “It’s cute, did you know that?”

“I just hate accepting that he’s growing up. Soon enough he won’t need my help anymore, I’ll be a useless dad for him.”

“That’s so not true, he will always see you as his precious father that would do anything to see him happy.”

Seokmin sighed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand before just focusing on his task of cutting the fruits.

Once the breakfast table was set, you went to your son’s bedroom and started singing the happy birthday song in a low tone to not scare him. The sight of your now 5 years old boy smiling even before opening his little eyes made your heart melt and even tear up a little bit.

“It’s my birthday…!” He said while sitting up in bed and looking at his parents with shiny eyes and a huge grin

“Yes it is, my big boy,” Seokmin hugged him as if the boy would fade away if he let go of him. “Happy birthday, buddy.”

“Are you hungry, sweetie? Mommy and daddy made breakfast for you,” your voice was softer than usual as you took in the sight of the boys of your life hugging each other with so much love in their hearts.

Your son’s eyes lit up as he looked up at you and broke the hug, leaving the bed in a matter of milliseconds and rushing to the breakfast table, letting out a loud woah when he saw the table full of his favorite foods.

“I won’t make it until the end of the day.”

“Get it together, my love,” you patted Seokmin’s back. “Get it together.”

He took a deep breath, took your hand in his and followed his son.

[…]

His birthday party was amazing to him, it was a baseball themed birthday party. A passion he shared with his dad that you have always found it so cute.

He spent the entire day playing with his friends while you and Seokmin talked to your friends and the kids’ parents. You couldn’t even count the amount of times someone talked to Seokmin, but he didn’t listen because he was watching his son from afar, watching him having fun with his friends and not with his dad. It hurt him, but it also comforted him somehow.

Ever since you gave birth to your son, Seokmin never left his side. He grew up very attached to Seokmin, which was fine, since he never failed to let you know he loves you as much as he loves Seokmin.

Your husband wants to see the kid grow up well and loved, to become a respectful man in every aspect, but it also hurts him to see his little baby growing up so fast right in front of his eyes. It makes him feel like he’s losing him little by little.

“Hey,” you spoke up softly, rubbing Seokmin’s thigh to gain his attention. Once he looked at you, you smiled. “Go ask him and his friends to come over, it’s time for the cake.”

“Sure, my love,” he took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before kissing the back of your hand and letting it go. “I’ll be right back.”

You stood up and started to place the candles on the cake. The guests were starting to gather around the table while waiting for the birthday boy to arrive so they could start singing the traditional birthday song.

You looked to the side and saw the kids running and Seokmin giving your son a piggyback ride towards the table.

Everyone sang along while you and your family stood on the other side of the table, Seokmin holding the boy close to the cake. “Okay, buddy. Make a wish and blow out the candles!”

The little boy shut his eyes for a moment and blew out the candles, clapping along with the guests right after. You took a slice of the cake, placed it on a plate and gave it to him. “Who is going to receive the first piece of cake, sweetie?”

“Hmmm, mommy and daddy! Because I love you and I love being your son!”

Seokmin, who was holding back his tears since the boy blew out the candles, couldn’t fight back anymore and started to cry. Some of the guests chuckled at the heartwarming sight as you took the plate to free your son’s hands and let him wrap his arms around his dad’s neck and tell him to not cry.

You fed your sobbing husband a piece of the cake and laughed when you heard him humming. “The cake is delicious,” another sob left from his mouth. “I love you so much, my little boy.” Seokmin hugged him tighter before looking at you and bringing you closer, hugging you as well.

[…]

“Good night, sweetie. Mommy promises you that you’ll open all of your gifts tomorrow morning after breakfast, okay? Sweet dreams.” You placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Okay, mommy. Good night! And tell daddy to stop crying so much, I don’t like seeing him crying. He always cries a lot on my birthday.”

“He only cried that much today because he loves you so much that his love overflowed and it came out as tears, but I’ll tell him to stop crying so much, if that’s what you want.”

He immediately shook his head, a pout forming in his lips. “If he cries because he loves me, then if you tell him to stop crying he will stop loving me… I want daddy to love him forever.”

You chuckled, finding his thought so endearing. “He will never stop loving you, silly, just like I will never stop loving you. Pinky promise.”

“I will never stop loving you and daddy too, mommy!”

You kissed his forehead once again and smiled. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise!”

You patted his head and left his bedroom after turning off the lights. You walked towards the living room, knowing that Seokmin would be waiting for you on the couch, probably with the remote on his lap.

“Is it time?” You sat down beside him, linking your arms around his and resting your head on his shoulders.

“I was just waiting for you, can I press play?”

“Yes.”

Seokmin pressed the play button on the remote and a video of your son starting playing on the TV. Every year Seokmin would make a compilation video about your little boy with videos and pictures of him followed by the song Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA. He knew that that song was about a mom and his daughter, but everytime he listened to it, he would cry thinking about the boy.

The video started with your son as a little baby and ended with the last video he recorded of the little boy being 4 years old. And you know that next year will be the same thing, but it’ll end with the last video Seokmin recorded of him being 5 years old.

“He’s growing up so fast,” Seokmin said between his sobs after the video ended. “Why can’t he be 3 forever?”

You kept your head on his shoulder and started to caress his hand while tears streamed down your face. The video held so many emotions, it felt like it was yesterday that you gave birth to your son, but it’s been five years.

“But he will always be our little boy in our eyes, no matter what.”

“You’re right, love,” Seokmin hugged you and kept crying with his face hidden in the crook of your neck. “He will always be our little boy.”

[northopalshore]

🪷 💬 Mercury in the

Union persona chart

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The placement of Mercury in the Union persona chart shows you what you'll think of your partner, what you love about them or associate them with. It's your opinion of your partner. It's also your first impression of them & what you notice most about them at first but some things may remain as you get to know each other more.

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💭 Aries (°1,°13,°25) | 1st House

You'll think that your partner is sexy, raw and unfiltered. They have this somewhat childish, rebellious attitude to them that can either excite you, disappoint you or annoy you. They may be slightly off their rocker, but they are genuinely themselves no matter how "immature". You respect how true to their intentions they are. There may be this slightly erratic nature to them; fidgety, direct, but still in a "cute" way if you will. They have their own idiotic charm.

Ex: Nancy Spungen has Mercury in Aries (°29 Leo) retrograde in the 7th house. From what I've read, she was fascinated with his punk rock rebellious attitude. You know, that raw immature passionate energy. In a way, she thought he was the same kind of fucked up as her. They also met when the Sex Pistols already made a name for themselves, so I would imagine that she'd be caught up in that "shiny" aspect about him as well.

💭 Taurus (°2,°14,°26) | 2nd House

You will think that your partner is .. "shiny" lol! That's one way to put it. They are humble, kind and very generous. You will think of them as a safe person if you will, someone trustworthy, like you could tell them all your problems and you know they are there to listen. You'll think of them as someone true to their words, and place a lot of value towards trust.

💭 Gemini (°3,°15,°27) | 3rd House

You view your partner as someone capable, funny and incredibly intelligent. They are someone who knows who they are, what they want and how to achieve it. You may think that they are excellent at what they do. Quick witted, sassy and playful. You may feel like they are always two steps ahead of you, or know more than you about something.

💭 Cancer (°4,°16,°28) | 4th House

You'll think that your partner is incredibly sensitive. They could show you a softer side of them which may help lower down your guard around them. You'll think that they are down to earth and in tune with their emotions. They wear their hearts on their sleeves, showing you exactly why they're here. You could think that they are ruled by how they feel, a crybaby, or a softie. Someone emotionally vulnerable, patient, kind and understanding. They have a way to make you immediately comfortable and open around them.

💭 Leo (°5,°17,°29) | 5th House

You'll think that your partner is extremely attractive. There is this "striking look" to them that is charming to you. It's the attractiveness that may put you off guard or keep you at a daze. The way they look at you makes you just feel like smiling to yourself lol. If you've watched Agent 38-24-36 (The Ravishing Idiot), it's exactly how agent Harry thought about Penelope (minus her idiocy). You'll think that they are flirtatious and playful, they may feel like a breath of fresh air.

Ex: Cristiano Ronaldo has Mercury in Scorpio (°29 Leo) in the 3rd house. In every article I read about their meeting, he expressed how he thought Georgina was kind & beautiful. Someone he'd regard as special & has brought happiness into his life.

💭 Virgo (°6,°18) | 6th House

You'll think that your partner is very polite, demure and well mannered. You will notice how clean they look, and how "proper" they are. They give off the good girl/boy type of vibe. You will feel like they are a little better than you in some way, mostly with how they carry themselves. You'll think that they're nerdy & like playing by the rules.

Ex: My father has Mercury in Aquarius (°18 Virgo) in the 10th house. My mother was very different from the women he's met before. The way he told me was as if she was a Valley Girl, and he was an edgy young Hollywood man. He thought she was definitely from a better background than him. She was also always dressed in formal wear when they first met lol. He thought she was very professional with her approach.

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💭 Libra (°7,°19) | 7th House

Your first impression of your partner? They are beautiful. Regardless of their attributes, you will admire how they look as beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Something about their face & body; whether makeup or clothing is eye-catching to you. You'll think that they are well put together, have good manners and are overall approachable. They may have a certain smell that is associated with them, you'll notice their perfume, the way they groom themselves. You'll also think that they are very courteous & down to earth. You will think that they are flirtatious and fair, someone with good judgement and a good head on their shoulders.

💭 Scorpio (°8,°20) | 8th House

There are two sides of the coin as with any other placement. On both sides however, you will think that your partner is hot. You will think that they are intense, possessive, or secretive. You'll also think that they are cautious and very observant. They may come off as "too much" depending on the other placements. You may find it rather difficult to trust them at first. You may think that they have a lot on their mind. Usually seen in relationships that you want to protect to keep hidden for a while, at least until you know it's serious. There is also this deep sense of devotion that you may feel towards them. You will pick up on their loyal nature as well. I've noticed that Scorpio in relation to mercury in the UPC can make the connection very deep and instantaneous. You'll think that they are a passionate, genuine lover.

Ex: Ariana Grande has Mercury retrograde in Cancer (°8 Scorpio) in the 11th house. She expressed that his humility, calm and private nature is what brought her closer to him. She thought he was special & that clearly showed up in both her albums that were tied to him; Positions & Eternal sunshine.

Both Ariana & Ronaldo kept their relationship on the low at first.

💭 Sagittarius (°9,°21) | 9th house

You look up to your partner, thinking they are knowledgeable and well experienced, someone that knows a lot of things and can teach you many things as well. They may look like they have their life in check or have their shit together. You'll think that they are a role model. You might think that they are better than you in some way or they may be "out of your league".

Ex: Barack Obama thought Michelle was a smart sensible woman who knew what she wanted & had many experiences in her field. Also, I quote

" I remember being struck by how tall and beautiful she was" from Oprah lol. He has Mercury in Sagittarius (°15 Gemini) in the 9th house.

💭 Capricorn (°10,°22) | 10th House

You will think that your partner is extremely talented. Someone eye catching, and on another level almost (especially with °22 degrees). You'll think your partner is well rounded and confident. Someone that has their lives together, or at least know what they want & where they are going. You will also admire your partner in some way shape or form, whether that'd be their personality, career or the dedication and commitment they have towards what they believe in (including the relationship).

Ex: Jay-Z has Mercury in Libra (°22 Capricorn) in the 10th house. In interviews, I read that he was impressed by how beautiful she is, how talented & professional she acted even though she was much younger than him. She's a gorgeous powerhouse, can you blame him ? (yes)

💭 Aquarius (°11,°23) | 11th House

You will think that they stand out. You'll think that they are unlike any other person you've ever met before. You'll think that they are eccentric, fun and intelligent. Your partner is someone who is unabashedly themselves with how they talk & carry themselves. You may think that they live in a completely different world than you. Something about them you think, is strange. You may have never thought that you'd meet someone like them. Their mere existence makes you think deeper than you've ever thought before. You think that they are someone you can really be yourself with without feeling judgement or restraint.

💭 Pisces (°12,°24) | 12th House

You could think that your partner is confusing. Something about them gives you mixed feelings, you may love and adore them but at the same time fear them. It tells me that the first impression of them will be somewhere along the lines of "I'm scared of you, but I can't shake this intense curiosity nor this magnetic pull I feel towards you". You could have a somewhat biased opinion of them, perhaps you've heard rumors about them, or feel that they may be hiding something and that will keep you on your guard. At the same time, you may find yourself daydreaming about them. You'll think that they are very romantic and idealistic, someone with a fragile heart & a "damaged" soul. Perhaps slightly delulu lol, but they're your FS so you roll with it. You'll think that there is this purity to them that surprises you.

Ex: Lisa Marie Presley has Mercury in Pisces (° 7 Libra) in the 2nd house. In her memoir " From here to the Great Beyond", she wrote that MJ told her he was still a virgin when they got together. She saw him as someone innocent , gentle, kind & misunderstood by the public.

My mom has Mercury in Pisces (°27 Gemini) in the 10th house. She thought my dad was funny, but there was something about his energy that was reliable, a lot of clients trusted him the most when he was working as a driver. Considering the circumstances of how they met, she was a bit weary of him but he was genuinely a good person. Surprisingly gentle, that's what she told me.

What does it mean if it's in retrograde?

You can be quite unsure about your person at times, they may display erratic changes or— you have a completely different opinion of them from when you met vs. after getting to know them.

Example of how to read if you are completely lost;

To understand the meaning, combine the different placements & try to build a coherent perspective or narrative.

I have Mercury in Scorpio (°16 cancer), in the 12th house. I will think that my FS is confusing at first. As I get to know him, I'll think that he's a kindhearted person with a slightly more intense aura to him. Someone misunderstood, and someone I might have misjudged as well. I'll think that he's quite sentimental and softhearted, but I still can't shake that fear in the back of my mind; I guess I'll leave that for him to deal with. I don't want to assume too much about him. I want to hear from his own mouth in regards to who exactly he is.

If my FS turns out to be a virgin, man I'll down a whole bottle of tequila & cling onto him for dear life for younger me crying over nothing before this. Though, that would genuinely shock me if that were true. Then again, I am one and I'm just as sexual as he is. Don't tell him that though. I want to lie & say I've downed a couple baguettes before hehe.

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Astro Observations #5 (Based on My Placements) 🪽

hey guys! its been a long time since I did these but here you go. These are only based on what I feel and experience so chill back and relax 🤍

❤️‍🔥 Leo Rising: Yess I do love this placement it really gives me that cheerful vibrant youthful energy I always feel like I shine when I walk into a room and everyone kinda just stares at you I’m the introverted Leo rising tho lol but yeah no I don’t have thick shiny hair, bummer 😩 Overall 7/10

❤️‍🔥 Virgo Sun: I actually love this placement because it keeps me grounded and having that calm energy kinda book smart energy but the downside of it is having to deal with anxiety and shit phew 😮‍💨 Overall 7/10

❤️‍🔥 Libra Moon: Tbh I kinda hate having libra placements in my chart because it gives me that people pleaser energy having to please everyone and needing to fall in love and having crushes it’s exhausting but also having that pretty popular girl energy sometimes 💅🏼 Overall 6/10

❤️‍🔥 Virgo Mercury: Yesss I feel smart and intelligent lol but no really I actually adore this placement I wouldn’t have it any other way the brutal honesty and overthinking is real don’t get me started but yeah we only talk when we DO feel like it other than that we just observe most times 🤓 Overall 8/10

❤️‍🔥 Libra Venus: Oh gosh another libra placement great. nah but for real feeling the need to be in relationships all the time and needing reassurance is a big no for me my venus-saturn just don’t allow it to happen its kinda sad being a full time lover girl but YES we do flirt but we can be loyal if treated properly 🦋 Overall 5/10

❤️‍🔥 Scorpio Mars: Winner award goes to this placement! Yes its obvious I’m in love with this placement it really gives me energy in every aspect and determination the passion and boi oh boi I feel sexy most times the downside of it is yes the cliche revenge and jealousy yeah, not so good 💋 Overall 10/10

❤️‍🔥 Sun in 1st house: Yeah I do vibe with this its just that no I don’t have no leadership qualities as everyone been telling and yes I hate having to attract attention all the time and being put in a spotlight but the aura is amicable you can’t deny 👑 Overall 7/10

❤️‍🔥 Moon in 2nd house: Foood indeed. I’m in love with food whenever I feel overwhelmed I will eat my favorite food if that what it takes to keep my emotions in check and yes I love keeping expensive material possessions and having a financial stability is also a mood boast 💸 Overall 6/10

❤️‍🔥 Mercury in 1st house: Ah yes the classic I’m an intelligent thinker placement nah but for real I do feel intelligent most times lol but yess the feeling the need to have all the information and knowledge is brilliant but also having to be that one witty funny friend that everyone has 🥸 Overall 8/10

❤️‍🔥 Venus in 3rd house: Woah the classic send me a love letter and poetry I’m so in love with this I feel charming and flirty having the advantage to keep a smooth conversations between an admirer and people its just very easy to navigate 💌 Overall 9/10

❤️‍🔥 Mars in 3rd house: Say that again and I’ll roast you and give you all my brutal honesty and receipts while we argue energy haha no but for real having to argue with people online most times just verbal argument when things do get heated 🗣️ Overall 6/10

❤️‍🔥 Mercury Retrograde: Speech delay? Talking and having to have a conversation with others feels heavy and misunderstood always made of fun of with the way I speak and text, having no trouble communicating with another mercury retrograde natal 📝 Overall 4/10

❤️‍🔥 Sun-Mars: It gives me energy? And yes I have a sextile aspect so it really do flows nicely and gives the endurance and energy physically and mentally it also gives you the need to serve in a military or navy career to release that physical energy that you need and yes we do have anger issues despite the positive aspect 🔥 Overall 8/10

❤️‍🔥 Moon-pluto: I am an emotional wreck rollercoaster yes I do feel everything so intense to the point that I feel numb at most times emotions are all over the place but I do hide my emotions pretty well when I need to. Having to experience that dark energy tho and knowing people’s intentions and be right 🎢 Overall 6/10

❤️‍🔥 Venus-Saturn: Yes and no I have a love-hate relationships with this placement because this placement keeps me in check and yes I can be loyal despite having an air venus, surprised. And no I hate having to wait for the love an actual love that you really deserve for a long time while having to watch others fall in love 💔 Overall 6/10

❤️‍🔥Mars-Jupiter: Reckless and Impulsive. This placement makes me feel goofy and funny lol and willing to take risk no matter how dangerous the outcome is the never ending energy but people do say I look funny when I get angry which pissed me off ngl 🥶 Overall 6/10

❤️‍🔥 Mars-Ascendant: Yes the bad bitch energyy indeed. I feel bad and sexy most times and yes I do get angry and do display that emotions on my face no matter how hard I hide it but downside of it is having to be misunderstood and people having bone to pick on you 👄 Overall 8/10

[dollfacefantasy]

ROLE REVERSAL ♡

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon finds his old raccoon city uniform. instead of letting the past haunt him, he dresses you in it. it looks much prettier that way.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, officer/criminal roleplay, handcuffs

a/n: for my leon babies, i hope you all enjoy <3

kinktober slot: day 5 - roleplay

The points of your heels click against the hardwood slats on the floor of the bedroom. Thin and elegant, the tips slick and triangular. Your boyfriend watches you waltz into the room from his spot on your shared bed. The sharp post at the center of the head board supported his hands, bound by a shiny pair of silver handcuffs.

"You're in a lot of trouble, Mr. Kennedy. Do you know why you're here today?" your voice asks, floating through the room in a seductive melody.

His eyes flit up and down over your figure. Your curves were clad in his police uniform. The spare one that hadn't seen the blood and guts of September 30th, 1998. The pale blue fabric remained pristine and bright. The golden badge on your breast glimmered as if Leon actually got to put it to good use. 

But he didn't have to think about that right now. Didn't have to remember how his life's dream had withered away with everything else in the nuclear blast. Instead he could look at you. How the cerulean polyester fits snug around your waist and chest. How you had the fabric tied into a little knot above your navel. How the pair of navy blue lace panties you had on below set off the light shade above perfectly.

A low whistle leaves his lips.

"No, sweetheart. But I gotta say, you look better in that old thing than I ever did," he responds.

A smile comes over your painted lips, but you still roll your eyes and stamp your heel.

"Leon!" you huff, "You agreed to do this, so you have to stay in character. That's not how you talk to an officer of the law."

"Oh, you're right. My mistake, officer," he says with a smirk. He clears his throat as if getting into character. "No. Not a clue."

That pleases you, and you continue walking towards the edge of the bed, your hips swaying with each step. A hair brush taps one of your palms. Your version of a night stick if he had to guess.

"I don't believe you. You've been a very bad boy. Committed a long list of crimes that should have you locked up for the next couple decades," you say.

As he watches your performance, he can't help but find you so cute. The way you speak, your attempt at taking control, is an obvious imitation of his cadence in intimate moments.

"Have I really?" he asks, eyes lazily drifting up to your face.

"Yep. But maybe, just maybe, if you give me some information about the people who put you up to it, we can make a deal."

"I'm not telling you a thing without my lawyer here," he says.

As cocky as he acted, Leon was already nude before you on the mattress. His pale skin almost glows in the dim orangey light of your bedroom. Scars trail across his abdomen that had become a little softer in the last several months. Brown hair dusts the skin of his tummy down to the collection of it curling above the base of his cock. His pretty cock, half-hard between his legs, just waiting for your attention.

You take advantage of his condition by ghosting the bristles of the brush over his v-line. The sensation tickles slightly. His hips twitch, and you see his dick jump at the faint touch to the sensitive area. 

"Why not? You can trust me, Mr. Kennedy. I just want to wrap this up as quickly as possible."

The broad end of your tool coasts over his stomach now, going up to his chest to tease his nipples before you swing it back down to the lower half of him. His heart beat picks up, and his blood starts flowing down south. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his length begin to stiffen.

"I'm not stupid," he says, his tone audibly huskier, "You never talk to the police without a lawyer."

Bringing your knee onto the edge of the foamy mattress, you boost yourself to kneel next to his immobile form.

"Normally I'd agree with you. But I'm different," you say. You come closer and swing your leg over his body so that you're straddling his lap, hovering above his cock. "Even though I believe you're guilty as sin, I want to help you."

His chest vibrates with the urge to groan at the feeling of your clothed heat so close to his aching shaft. "Why's that?" he chokes out instead.

"Because look at you. You're much more useful to me out here than behind bars," you say, reaching down behind and fondling his balls. The groan he held in before oozes from his mouth at the feeling. His cock kicks up now, resting against your center. You adjust to position the appendage between your legs. The cute pink tip stares up at you from where it peeks out of the junction between your thighs.

"That doesn't sound very professional, officer," he says. He has to remember that his hands are fastened above him because your hips call to him. The urge to squeeze them, to knead the flesh and smack your ass, boils in his chest.

You feel your clit starting to throb for his touch as well. The look in his eyes, the way his lips had parted to accommodate his breathing had you growing more and more damp by the moment.

"That, I never claimed to be," you say. 

You slide your hand down over your body, taking time to highlight the presence of his dated uniform. Your fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties. A shuddery breath leaves your lungs as your fingertip slots between your folds and finds your needy bud.

Your digit glides through the small amount of arousal, beckoning more to coat your cunt. He watches with lust-blown eyes, the surface beginning to glaze with desire. You whimper, the sound so soft and delicate it makes him buck upwards.

"Patience. You don't get rewarded for insulting me," you say and lift yourself away from him.

"Oh c'mon, baby," he grunts, "Gimme a break. I didn't insult you."

"Nope. I won't help you out unless you ask me properly," you say, grinning at the prospect of him groveling.

You play with your clit a little more, chest puffing within the confines of his top. You tilt your head back, and your spine arches with the dull pleasure you're providing yourself.

"Fuck..." he breathes, "Please, officer."

"Please what?"

"Please touch me."

The words come out laced with an intoxicating note of desperation. Your head returns to an upright position, your eyes blazing onto him.

"That's better," you purr.

By this point, you'd worked yourself up enough that the cloth guarding your cunt was soaked, sticky and clinging to your center. You spread your legs and lower to press yourself against him. He moans when your warmth makes contact.

You begin moving back and forth in tiny strokes. He whines and tugs on his restraints. The feeling of the fabric against him burns in the best way. A whine comes from you too as the bump of his tip strikes your bundle of nerves.

"Such a pretty, obedient boy. I bet I can whip you back into a functioning member of society in no time."

Grinding down with more pressure, a symphony of blissed out noises erupt from the two of you. Your palms rest on his belly to support yourself while your hips do all the work. Forward, backward, forward, backward. Like a pendulum you swipe over him in rapid succession.

Humping feels good. It always does. But after a while more, you crave a deeper sense of satisfaction.

You pull your panties to the side and grab his leaky cock. It had been drooling precum onto his pelvis, but now, it was going to be tucked inside you. You rise up and then sink back down, eliciting a mewl from yourself and another deep groan from your lover.

"See what happens when you behave and follow the rules?" you whimper.

"Uh huh. Think I'll be a much better citizen after this," he mutters.

You start to bounce, moving up and down on his shaft. The ridges of his veins rub against your insides. A chill runs up your spine. Bumps prickle up over your skin despite its heated nature. Your skin claps against his while pants puff from nostrils.

He's not keeping it together under you much better. He'd already been pretty close from the stimulation you'd given prior to this. Being engulfed in your tight cunt's wet embrace didn't stave off release at all. His heels dig into the mattress and allow him to reciprocate your movements, thrusting up into you shallowly.

"Fuck!" you yelp when he strikes your spot. You ride faster, getting lost in the pleasure. It's getting too hot now, so you tug the police shirt off your body, your breasts swinging free. The cool air brings some relief, and you toss the garment to the floor without another thought.

"Gonna cum for me, babydoll?" you ask Leon, the playful pet name you call him resurfacing. The commitment to the roleplay had vanished with the disrobing of the costume.

"Mhm, almost there, sugar," he grunts.

You squeeze around him, pulsing as your hips swivel and roll. You feel yourself getting there too. Release explodes in you like a firework, bursting in the pit of your belly and fizzling outwards to everywhere else. Your movements become erratic and rhythmless, but you continue on.

Leon can't take the pressure your orgasm brings. You clenching around him is too much to bear and he blows his load inside you, filling you up with his cum. You work it out of him with a few more fluid movements.

As soon as the wave has passed and receded, you fall forward onto his chest. You don't pull off him or let him leave your insides. All you do is nuzzle his dewy skin and smack a few wet kisses onto the area.

"You did pretty good," he rasps, the look on his face ever-teasing, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a professional."

"Oh shut up. You were into it," you huff and smile up at him.

Now you do climb off his body, reaching the floor and stretching your limbs. The next thing you want to do is go take a shower with your man, but you realize something and look over at him.

"Oh shit. Where did I put the keys to the handcuffs?"

[tender-rosiey]

frenzy— gojo satoru x gn!reader

a/n: yet another silly thing with megumi and gojo to fill space while I finish other stuff

you take a deep breath before staring in front of you.

you’re going to murder someone, particularly a 6 foot 5 man with hair similar to that of a paintbrush.

the only problem is that he is your fiancé and you would probably be the first suspect when they investigate the oh so mysterious murder—if the daggers you’re glaring are anything to go by.

the second suspect is probably the 11 year old next to you, also known as megumi.

satoru is causing yet another scene as he purchases his favorite sweets from the cute old lady at your local shop.

his face is stuck to the glass as he grins, “I will take this, this, this, oo and that! and lastly that!”

“can’t we leave him?” the boy grumbles.

you sigh, “unfortunately not.”

“babe! honey! sweetheart! I got you some stuff!” he appears right in front of your eyes with frankly more sweets and food than you physically stomach.

he rummages around the bags, “I know this is your favorite, especially this!”

sighing, you cup his face and make him stare you dead in the eyes, “stop spending so much money! I don’t need that much!”

he pouts and his arms wrap around your waist, “what’s the point of my money if I can’t spoil you with it?” he feels the stare of megumi then looks down and scowls at him, “what do you want?”

megumi rolls his eyes and looks away, radiating so much sass and it offends your fiancé beyond words.

satoru gasps then props his hands on his lips, “I got you this limited edition pistachio cupcake! be thankful!”

megumi’s eyes snap to satoru’s and retorts, “it isn’t thanksgiving.”

satoru quirks an eyebrow and uses his hand to fan the air towards his nose. he takes a deep breath and puts his hands together, “I smell…bitch!”

“satoru!”

“sorry!”

they have a glaring contest for a small while, and you simply take some of the bags from satoru’s hand and make your way down the street.

it doesn’t take long before a pair of small feet makes its way into your peripheral and another gigantic pair follows suit.

satoru effortlessly takes the bags from you, carrying them in one arm, while his other one is linked with your own. on the other hand, megumi’s hand gently slips into your own. you give his hand a little squeeze and he gladly returns it back.

satoru has his infinity turned off because what could go wrong in a peaceful moment like this?

a screech is heard from your side. it’s girly, squeaky, and so high pitched to the point you want to smack its owner so badly.

unfortunately though, it’s your fiancé, and he is being ruthlessly attacked by a squirrel

it probably fell from the tree above, but why would it attack satoru?

probably because the idiot accidentally kicked the tree and, as a result, made the poor thing’s entire stock of food fall the ground, crumbled and unusable for poor mister squirrel.

karma is a bi—biscuit. a very bad biscuit.

“y/n, get it off!”

“you’ve been chosen as a sacrifice for the squirrel king, satoru.”

“but—“

“oh thank heavens! we will finally get rid of him,” megumi murmurs.

“why you little bra—AH!”

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attack on titan headcanons #12

synopsis: saying i love you for the first time ♡

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, jean, reiner, annie, bertolt, levi, erwin & hange

notes: i bought a new jeans album for the first time & i got 5 photo cards?! (i got haerin btw)

☆ eren jaeger - he said it first

oh he always knew, he just refused to admit it. even if he admitted he liked you and maybe you even started dating, which is great and all but LOVING you was a different story. he didn’t know what’d he do if he lost you. however, it’s you. he couldn’t keep it locked away for that long! he spilled the beans in the midst of a conversation and you, of course, said it back.

“so, yeah! i was just sitting there though, i didn’t do anything.”

“y/n?”

“yeah…?”

“i love you”

your jaw dropped to the floor and you stuttered trying to get your words out “i-i love you too, eren! oh my god.”

☆ mikasa ackerman - you said it first

she already told you in a million other ways minus using her words. you knew, she knew, everyone knew!! she would rather show her love through her actions or even a hand squeeze here and there - you needed to be the one to actually say it.

you walked into your room to find mikasa folding your clothes “mikasa, you don’t need to do that for me!”

“but, i want to” she smiled at you

“aww, well thank you.” you gave her a kiss on the cheek “i love you.”

☆ armin arlert - he said it first

oh my gosh, you were so close to telling him until he blurted it out! he knew he loved you but he wanted to wait a while, he felt like he was maybe moving too fast and then he said it and then it was like omg i didn’t mean to, this is really awkward— but, you reassured him that you felt the exact same 🤍

“i love you!” armin suddenly blurted out

“i-i mean… sorry, that was probably too soon. this is going to be awkward now isn’t it? god, i’m sorry, if you want to leave i understand-”

you placed a finger over his lips and giggled “armin, i feel the exact same way. i promise. i was even gonna say it first but you beat me to it!!”

☆ jean kirsten - he said it first

he was sooo nervy! he’s such a romantic boy deep down and he was never quite sure if it was like or if it had turned to love yet until it hit him one day. you guys were just going about your usual day but for some reason, you were even more captivating that day - in the way you walked, the way you talked, something about you just made jean MELT. that’s when he knew :’).

jean was mesmerised by you today, he was non-stop staring even when you were talking to other people. you strutted your way over to your boyfriend

“well, hello” he said

you giggled “what’s up with you today?”

“just… i love my partner.”

your eyes widened and jean giggled “l-love…? well, me too! of course, i love you!”

☆ connie springer - you said it first

he was so confused and scared about these big feelings. he didn’t wanna ruin anything for him nor you and just gahhh! he felt so silly asking anyone about it as well because when you love someone, surely you know? and he did know. he was just scared. you specifically told him on a date, you guys watched the stars and you confessed. he was so relieved to hear those words and his worries suddenly went away, as well.

the air was just crisp enough and the stars were looking particularly shiny that night so what better time to confess your love for your boyfriend than right now!

“that cloud looks like booty cheeks”

you laugh “wow connie, you’re so romantic.”

“sorry” he giggled

“but that’s what i like about you. no, it’s what i love about you. i love you, connie”

“y-you do?” he sat up “oh my god, y/n! i love you too!”

☆ sasha braus - she said it first

honestly, sasha is not the type of girl to let the world that you guys live in get here down! she’d rather live her life to the fullest with friends, family, food and now, you. on a random thursday, she just felt like saying that she loved you. so, she did.

“y/n, i have something to confess.”

you stopped whatever you were up to “okay… is it bad?” you asked nervously

“oh god, no!” sasha reassured you “i just wanted to say… i love you!” she opened her arms wide

you ran to embrace her immediately “sasha! where did this come from? i mean- i love you too.”

☆ reiner braun - he said it

he knew. oh, he knew BIG TIME. but obviously, he had his whole back and forth situation with being a solider vs being a warrior… and the other two, bertolt and annie, had to remind him why they were there. he was also thinking, how the flip did he not only get a partner when they’re the devil but now he’s fallen IN LOVE? he tried his very best to contain his feelings but he couldn’t one day because when you were talking, your eyes looked too pretty and he just said it.

“then me and her got chased allll through town!” you were telling reiner a story, you laughed at your old antics and your eyes were sparkling.

reiner couldn’t hold it in anymore, he laughed and said “god, i love you.”

☆ bertolt hoover - you said it

he was sooo happy and so mushy about you when he realised but he got his booty whipped back into warrior mode and then he had the same reaction as reiner. like what has he actually gotten himself into. he really really tried to bottle it up and he did, but then you confessed. honestly, bro forgot he was from marley for a solid 6 months, he was on such a high.

“so what did you want to talk about, y/n..?” bertolt asked, clearly nervous

“i just wanted to say…” you couldn’t help but smile and finally say “i love you!”

bertolt began to tear up and all he could do was embrace you “you do? you really do? of course, i do too. i love you, a lot actually.”

☆ annie leonhart - you said it

she bottled that shit TF UP! she, unlike the two dull boys she came with, recognised that she loved you but knew she had a job to do, unfortunately. if it was up to her, she’d drag you back to marley and live happily ever after with you (and her dad, ofc). but, of course, you said it. she was obviously estatic but also like, ffs why would you say that😭. made her life A LOT happier but also a bit more difficult…

“annie, i love you.” you said with a rather nervous look on your face, you weren’t sure she would say it back but you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

she stared at you, blankly for a while until she burst into a wide smile and she scoffed “y/n. i love you too.”

you guys hugged and little did you know, annie’s smile quickly faded as reality hit her. what was she meant to do now?

☆ levi ackerman - you said it first

so incredibly terrified. he felt his feelings for you growing stronger everyday but in turn, so did his urge to breakup with you BUT, that was purely because he wanted you to be safe. everyone he has ever loved had died and nothing could prepare him for the pain like you dying would cause. in the end, you did confess to him one day. he wept, he wept and he wept in your arms. just knowing someone loved him enough to admit it, brought him to tears. the fact that you loved him! and he loved you!! but also, there was still that horribly worrying thought in the back of his mind, but he will leave it in the back of his mind for this moment.

“i love you.” three words levi always wanted to hear but made him so scared. he fell into your arms and cried, between his cries he managed to sniffle out;

“i love you too, y/n.”

☆ erwin smith - both admitted it

you guys are just like, spiritually connected. you decided on the same day to confess that you loved each other, it was such a memorable moment for the both of you. it was on your annual date night that you guys had every fortnight and erwin chose to tell you he loved you this day because he likes to be a bit extra for you ;).

erwin grabbed your hands “y/n…”

“erwin…” you replied, “i have something to tell you” he confessed

“so do i…” you both looked at each other, confused “say it on three?” you suggested and erwin nodded. you both counted and said

“i love you!” this caused you both to burst out into laughter, what a coincidence.

☆ hange zoë - they said it first

genuinely almost proposed to you😭. hange takes you and being in love with you, very seriously. it’s like a full time job for them - but in a good way, duh. they wanted to make it fun and special, though.

you and hange were the only ones left out on the training grounds which, of course meant, you had to play tag. you both chased and ran, and did a lot of laughing until you both fell from exhaustion.

as you both caught your breath, hange wrote something in the ground - “i love you, y/n.”

you looked at them and they had this wide smile… they proceeded to say “i love you, y/n!” you smiled back at them and of course said “i love you too, hange!” you both laughed.

hange then proceeded to jump on you and scream “NOW LETS GET MARRIEDDD”

[kiyo-cant-write]

hi! I recently came across your Cinderella!reader post and I really liked your writing style! so I thought about requesting Diasomnia with a Belle!reader. Take your time though! Thanks in advance and have a good day!

diasomnia w/ belle!reader ✧･ﾟ

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I hope that this is to your liking, anon! I am so sorry it took so long. I have been going through things in my personal life that have taken priority over most of my social media endeavors and obligations. I hope you can find this and read >x<

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Summary: The following scenarios and headcanons depict the members of Diasomnia with a Belle-inspired reader from RSA. Each is meant to be its own universe, like a visual novel route.

TW/CW: spoilers for book 5-6

Notes: pre to in a relationship, the reader is NOT Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, RSA!reader, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is explicitly human/non-fae, takes place pre book 7

Guest Stars: Neige LeBlanche, Vil Schoenheit (mentioned)

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Malleus Draconia

Malleus is surprised to meet someone who doesn't fear him.

Few speak against him at NRC, especially with so many "fans."

This human catches him off guard in many aspects.

Why are they so absorbed by their reading?

Why aren't they scared of him?

If they aren't... might he be able to talk to them if he tried?

All valid questions, but none that Malleus actually spoke aloud.

They begin to tell Malleus they are busy reading.

They do not have time to entertain conversation.

They are polite but firm about this boundary.

Due to the defiant and outspoken nature of this human, Sebek is already up in arms while Silver is trying to mediate the argument.

Malleus isn't sure what to make of it.

As they walk away, Malleus remembers their face.

This was around the time of the VDC.

And then they just... keep running into each other.

You would think they wouldn't, but it became more and more common to see Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley, at RSA.

Friends would be one word for it, but others think [Name] might be in danger, being bothered by a scary, strong student from NRC.

The prime worrier in this way is their upperclassman, Neige.

Malleus was staring at a very sparkly boy. Were all humans this... Shiny? He was not sure, but he wanted to stop looking at him. He looked around the "radiant" student clad in white and blue, toward the true reason behind his unannounced visit which was only in a few violations of the agreement between Night Raven and Royal Sword.

"I am here to speak to [Name]," he told the boy.

The prince's voice was confident, bordering on cold, as he explained his reason once more, but the radiant student that anyone besides the sheltered fae would recognize as famed model and actor Neige LeBlanche would not budge. His eyes narrowed as an expression that Malleus wanted to describe as a pout formed.

"What do you need from them?" Neige asked.

Not used to being spoken to in such a way, Malleus paused. This would be another human who was speaking to him as an equal, and it was as startling as it was... somewhat nice, in a way. Though if his memory served him, this human was present at the VDC as a performer and was clearly already tied to a certain other housewarden. So he had best not delve further into that.

He shook his head.

"You seem to misunderstand me," he continued, "I do not want anything improper from them, only a conversation as per usual."

"Usual?" Neige seemed surprised, his frustrated expression morphing into one of confusion, "You mean all the times that you have come to this campus, sent the teachers into a flurry, was just to speak to [Name]?"

The model was at a loss for words for a count of three seconds before a smile graced his lips, promptly realizing the misunderstanding and, though he was still worried, stepping aside. Neige allowed Malleus to walk up to [Name]. They were sitting on a bench in the grassy area behind Neige while reading some kind of novel without it's jacket on.

"Thank you," Malleus told Neige, smiling a bit at him.

Neige returned the smile and laughed softly as he spoke, the epitome of all things sugary and cute. Wasn't that just what the Neige Brand was? Sparkles and purity. Angels and that kind of thing.

"Of course! Just remember that [Name] is a beloved friend of mine and I'd really hate for anything bad to happen to them."

Neige's statement was something in between a threat and a plea. He did not elaborate on it and politely gave the two space to chat. Eavesdropping wasn't very nice. He knew how it felt to be scrutinized (by the public). They did not deserve that. No one did.

"Have a nice chat! I need to get back to homework!"

He waved at Malleus before heading back towards the main building.

Without watching Neige for longer than a moment, Malleus approached the human who was still reading, seemingly lost in the world of the story within its pages and unaware of their exchange.

"[Name]," he said, calling out to get their attention.

They did not reply. He stepped closer.

"[Name]."

They turned the page. Was it so engrossing?

Malleus took a step closer and rested a hand on the top of the book, using this leverage to push it down so he could meet their eyes.

"Hello, [Name]," he greeted with a smile that couldn't be described as anything other than charming. "Is this book very interesting?"

This action startled them, and they gasped softly before they realized it was him, and they sighed, closing their book as they pulled it away from his hand. They couldn't help it as a smile graced their lips, however. Malleus had been visiting a lot, and they were getting used to his behavior, his voice, and his fae-styled sense of humor.

"It was quite good, yes," [Name] told him, "I've read it a few times, I'm at one of my favorite scenes..."

Malleus nodded.

"A very good choice, then. I may ask to see it when you're done."

They laughed at that.

"Only if you like romance plotlines as much as you like gargoyles."

Malleus grinned.

"I might if I read the right book," he told them.

"Is that so? Then I'd best give you some good choices."

They thought about it for a moment before they asked an unrelated question that had been hovering in the air around them.

"Doesn't your school question where you go when you come here? I've never been able to leave campus save for the VDC or the one time Neige held a small event in town...."

They were worried about him even when he was Malleus Draconia. He found it endearing. When was the last time someone worried for him who wasn't an obsessive fan, Lilia, or his guards?

"I have my methods. Would you be trying to visit me if you could?"

"Maybe. I did like seeing Night Raven for the VDC."

"It's shall be... a date then, whenever you're able to."

They paused.

"I'm somewhat scared of asking what you mean by that."

"...You are?"

Malleus seemed genuinely concerned, and they let out a soft laugh.

"Not truly, just nervous."

"Oh. I see. No need to be nervous, [Name]. You would be safe with me," Malleus assured them with yet another smile.

"Then I'd be glad to visit when I can, Malleus," they agreed, pausing before adding a final caveat, "Just please assure me Sebek won't throw a fit again..."

"I will ask him not to."

"Thank you."

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Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia thinks that this person is rather interesting, so he seeks to interact with them more, even if the circumstances of them running into each other seem more and more ridiculous.

They don't seem to be as phased by him, and that just makes him want to try harder. He loves the quiet ones. Or so he says.

It's fun to make people who seem serious and quiet express themselves. Something like that. Silver explains this at some point.

Lilia gets a kick out of startling [Name] from their reading.

He also liked to find a copy of the book they were reading and play devil's advocate for things, sparking debates.

[Name] likes the second male lead? Well, Lilia likes the first.

[Name] loves the FL? Lilia is her enemy now.

There is a super popular series that [Name] hates? Lilia's favorite.

All in good fun, though, nothing world-ending.

He really is quite fond of them. They remind him of something.

Isn't it interesting to find things you thought were lost forever?

Lilia smirked as he closed in on the unsuspecting student from their rival school, appearing suddenly before them, upside-down. He loved doing this kind of thing; it was the highlight of his day.

"Hello, [Name]!"

"Aa! Lilia!" [Name] exclaimed, jumping slightly, "What are you doing here?"

It was getting progressively more odd, the circumstances in which they would meet the Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia. First he was hanging around Royal Sword and now he was meeting up with them in the town between the two schools on Sage Island.

It was... weird. But they found they didn't mind the company.

"I was hoping we would run into each other~"

He was smirking. Why was he smirking like that? Suspicious.

"Were you? I didn't know you liked this little shop, Lilia."

They had never seen him here before. But people were entitled to their likes and dislikes. They never claimed to know everything about him. In fact, they didn't think they knew much about him at all.

And, it was a small hole in the wall of a bookshop.

Lilia shrugged.

"I don't."

They raised an eyebrow. What in the world? Was he talking about?

"That makes it even weirder that you are here."

The fae wiggled his eyebrows and let out a giggle. He was always strange, [Name] would give him that. But they kind of... liked it.

"Curious about me now, [Name]?"

They sighed. Maybe he was right, but they didn't want to admit it.

"Perhaps..." they managed to say.

And Lilia smiled at that answer.

Why was he always so smiley about everything? Still, it was nice to chat with him. Just when they thought he wouldn't show up as he always did, he surprised them. It was like a ritual of theirs.

"Anyhow. What are you buying here?"

He peered into their armful of books. So many of them.

Why were they buying so many? It was more than three. That's a lot, right? Oh! But they just had so many favorites. Choice paralysis? Perhaps? Something of that nature.

"These are some of my favorite books that I don't own yet."

They had read them by borrowing copies from the school library.

"Oh? Well, why don't you allow a gentleman to treat you?"

They weren't sure what he meant until he followed them into the line for the register and paid for their books. All of them! That wasn't a cheap price, mind you. Where was he getting such funds?

They didn't even want to ask as they felt heat on their cheeks.

"Thank you, Lilia... I really do appreciate this...!"

"You're very welcome!"

That sure is one way to get someone's heart racing.

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Silver

Silver honestly gets along with everyone, so it's no surprise he and [Name] have positive views of each other.

There aren't many people who get an inherently bad vibe from him.

And, even if his strength did scare people, the woodland creatures sometimes hitching a ride on his shoulders help lessen tensions.

Invited to the VDC to serve as protection for Malleus, Silver is impressed to see so many talented performers.

He wasn't aware that Vil Schoenheit was that famous.

And... even if he was. Wasn't he a model? Not a... pop star?

Silver and [Name], as is often the case with Silver, have a meetcute at the VDC as [Name] is trying to find the dressing room of Neige LeBlanche. Silver ends up accompanying them there after.

They keep in contact, and [Name] finds out that Silver texts about as stiffly as he speaks half the time.

Despite the tensions between campuses, Silver and [Name] end up meeting in town on the weekends, having become something akin to friends.

Malleus has never met [Name], and Lilia has only observed them from afar, but [Name] knows of them from Silver.

Sebek, however, [Name] has had the pleasure—or maybe displeasure, given how much yelling happened—of meeting him.

Silver was just doing his job. That was the simple way of saying it. He was surveying the area to make sure the VDC premises were safe for Malleus and his father. Though the light-haired boy noted that he may have walked a bit further than needed, that was alright. It only meant that he was taking this job seriously.

He turned the corner and was met with the surprised expression of another student, who immediately flew backward as their eyes met, distancing themselves from him.

Silver noticed a book tucked under one of their arms.

Were they... He didn't get to finish that thought.

"I am so sorry!" they called out to him, "I'm a bit turned around."

"You're... lost?" Silver replied, cocking his head to the side, "That's not good. Do you... need help?"

They thought about it for a moment, hesitant to accept help from the student who was, by all means, a bit intimidating in his uniform and with his strong build. But they sighed after some deliberation.

"Yes, I would like some help," they admitted, "I'm [Name]."

They held their empty hand out to shake his. He grasped it firmly. It was customary to shake someone's hand like this, right? He did not want to do anything that would reflect badly on the prince or their dorm (especially when he had Sebek to worry about all the same).

"Silver, nice to meet you," he offered, "Where are you trying to go?"

He took a moment to observe them more carefully now, having stopped assessing them when he ascertained they were not a threat, studying their clothing and sparkling brooch. An RSA student?

"I'm looking for Neige, Neige LeBlanche..."

"Your friend?" he asked them, not recognizing the name.

[Name]'s eyes narrowed slightly, but they did not let on a reason why.

"Yes. He's performing in the show today and I need to find him again," they said, "But I'm terribly unlucky and can't find the directions I swore he gave me..."

They trailed off for a moment, a pout gracing their features as the biggest "failure" of the event, in their mind, seemed to be that they couldn't handle this themself. Begrudgingly but graciously, they had accepted the help of a NRC student they did not know. All despite the strong and long-held rivalry the two schools had.

"The dressing rooms should be closer to the stage," Silver commented, pointing toward the marked-off area where security was keeping the public at bay. It was rehearsal time, Silver had heard someone say. Why did this person need to get to a performer now?.

[Name] nodded, flushing slightly at the fact that they were this turned around. It was embarrassing to think this stranger knew only this much about them, that they had gotten themselves lost. It would be even worse if they admitted Neige had invited them to see the rehearsal with a staff pass... Yet they had still managed to get turned around.

"Thank you for helping me!" they told Silver, stepping in the direction he pointed, only to be swept up by a crowd of people moving away from the venue and toward the lines.

What in the world? People ran by, shoving [Name] without hesitation. As they almost fell, a strong arm caught them before moving away. No... they weren't going to comment on that. They nodded to Silver as a nonverbal show of their gratitude.

"Neige is performing for the people in the standby line!" someone shouted as they ran by, followed by a whole camera crew.

Really... What in the world was going on?

The people were all shouting and clamoring to get over to where Neige was standing on a makeshift stage and singing some of his most popular songs for his adoring fans. It was an odd sight, but [Name] always knew their friend to be a a kind person.

Maybe he felt bad for the people waiting?

It was strange enough that [Name] wanted to know what was going on, turning to face the venue, they were surprised to see the sky filling with rain clouds and a strange purple hue growing from the coliseum.

Okay. What was that?

They blinked, rubbing their eyes before looking again. It was there. But everyone seemed to be flocking towards Neige. And he was the reason they had come to NRC to begin with, right? So they ignored it. Hopefully, it would be okay, a trick of the light.

Their priority, they told themself, was to make sure Neige and the boys were alright. Ah... But they knew better than to just abandon someone who had saved them now twice in a day.

"Silver, if you have some time, would you like to meet Neige?" they offered, "He's a bit energetic sometimes, but he loves to meet new people.... Only if you want to, of course."

Silver thought about it, torn between the invitation from his new acquaintance and the job he was doing. Arguably, the area seemed safe at least outside the coliseum. Slowly, he nodded.

"Thank you, I'd like that."

With that, they walked over to Neige, who was finishing the last line of a song. He turned to [Name] and instantly cried out their name as he reached to pull them, and with them, Silver, closer.

"There you are, [Name]! We were worried about you!" Neige said, looking them over to make sure they were okay, "Who's this?"

"This is Silver," [Name] introduced him, "He goes to Night Raven."

Something sparkled in the raven-haired boy's eyes.

"Oh? You're so lucky, you always meet people as though you live in the novels you read!" Neige told them, laughing when they tried to argue his life was more magical as a celebrity, "Reality can be much more special than a life of glamorously grueling work..."

Neige offered both [Name] and Silver a smile.

"Just invite me to that special celebration if you two really do hit it off, okay?" Neige said, gearing up for another little song for the cheering crowd that was growing bored of only the dwarves.

Silver and [Name] exchanged a look, both looking just a tad sheepish as they watched Neige head back into the thick of it to sing perhaps a sixth song for the growing crowd. Were there more people here?

"Should we at least trade numbers, then, male love interest?" [Name] asked Silver, making such a bad joke that it only made their own face redden.

"Sure," Silver agreed, entering his number into the phone they held out to them as he remained somehow unaware of Neige's implications.

And that was... how it began.

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Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is actually very fond of [Name]!

He has been since meeting them at the VDC.

He is less fond of [Name]'s chipper friend[?] Neige.

[Name] is smart and studious. Impressive... for a human!

They are also maybe pretty. But he will deny saying it.

People are often floored when Sebek is nice if [Name] asks.

Lilia finds it funny that Sebek-chan has a crush (lmao).

Silver, being a himbo, accidentally gives problematic advice.

[Name] has never met Malleus before.

He's always... not present? at events? They don't get it-

Sebek seems to respect the man he works for, though! :)

The two of them exist in a limbo where everyone believes they must be dating, but they are, in fact, not dating!

Rather, [Name] doesn't seem to like the idea of marriage much.

To [Name], adventure and learning are the most important!

Maybe that's why Vil says that they have "respectable priorities."

Good luck with them, Sebek! You'll need to persevere! 💪

Sebek liked them. He really liked them. But what did he say? What did he do? They seemed so opposed to the idea that it was almost heartbreaking, but Sebek was not a quitter. No, he was quite the reverse of that. Actually, many people would probably say they wish Sebek had given up on some of his other habits.

"I'm going to go talk to them!"

That was what he had told Lilia in the morning, with the older fae finding the situation amusing and giving him permission to go into the city even though it was not a school break. Something distracted Sebek from guarding Malleus? This was worth bending the rules.

Or, that's how Lilia felt about it.

Sebek made his way across Sage Island toward the campus of their rival school. He had called ahead by phone, something he learned from his human parent that was customary, and let them know he was coming by. They did not seem particularly enthused by his yelling about proving a point, but agreed nonetheless to see him.

It was not a short walk, but he arrived, seeing them standing outside the school gate waiting for him, reading a book as they did, some kind of autobiography from the looks of the cover that was half-obscured by their hand.

"[NAME]!" Sebek called out, rushing over to them with such vigor that he startled them slightly.

The sudden appearance of the first-year Night Raven student made [Name] jolt enough to almost drop the book.

"Hello," [Name] greeted, closing their book, "How are you?"

Sebek was somehow now out of breath. Guard training? Surprisingly, he quieted after they turned to face him, having been scolded once at a prior date about being "too loud when you're right in my ear, don't do that, Sebek, please?" And so he listened.

"I'm fine. I came here to prove my point to you!"

"Your point, Seb?" they questioned, eyes narrowing slightly.

"You said that marriage is pointless."

Sebek seems offended. But he did have the tendency to be...

"That was a week ago," [Name] reminded.

Sebek glared at them lightly, the expression made even more intense by his eyebrows. [Name] didn't bat an eye at it; they welcomed the challenge.

"I still think the argument stands, [Name]."

"Why is this so important to you?" they asked again.

"Because marriage is important!" he argued, voice rising a tad.

"You sound like a girl from a fairytale."

[Name]'s comment caused them to laugh.

"I do?"

Sebek was bewildered, and [Name] just nodded.

"Yes..."

Sebek paused.

"Oh. Is that bad?"

He seemed genuinely concerned that they were saying they disliked an aspect of him, and they almost felt bad for teasing him.

"No, it's annoyingly endearing, Seb."

They meant what they said.

"Ah..."

His face grew red as he remained silent. Endearing? Ahh...

"So, your evidence?" [Name] prompted, returning them to their debate, "What do you have that can prove it to me?"

"My parents are married, and they seem happy enough!"

That was a cute argument [Name], though, but they had one too.

"What about failed marriages? There's plenty of those."

He sighed, giving them a look. He was basically pouting.

"Must you always be such a pessimist??"

They smirked at him, an expression that seemed out of place when they were normally a rather sweet person to others.

"I prefer realist, but sometimes you have to look at facts."

Sebek scoffed.

"But!" he started strong, yet couldn't find his sentence.

"But? Seriously, Seb. Why is this so important to you?" they asked, voice becoming more gentle though it had never been angry during their debate, "You're acting like people get married as soon as they enter high school."

"I don't think that! Not right now! We're too young to marry now."

He seemed flustered, and they couldn't help but push him further.

"We're getting married? Are you proposing?"

It was a genuine question. A smile graced their lips. Sebek was much nicer than that boorish brute who proposed to them when they were younger, the kind of guy who wanted to be strong and have a partner just to flaunt the fact of having one. Disgusting.

Sebek's flush deepened.

"No, I... You. We're not. Unless you want to??"

[Name] thought about it. Maybe they did. But they didn't want to admit that, not yet. A friendly as they might be... that was still far away from marriage. Right? Maybe they should ask someone about it. Did anyone have any experience? Neige probably got marriage proposals all the time as a celebrity...

"Maybe you're right, Sebek."

Neither said anything more on the subject but both seemed to understand that something had changed as they found a spot to sit in the RSA gardens to play a quick game of catch up before Sebek really did need to head back to his own campus.

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[holybibly]

My sweet bunnies, I am here to spoil you.

Unholy thoughts of the day: A feline pride of 5 luxurious predators is moving into the house next door, and perhaps a little sugary lamb is just what they crave for dinner.

You were never afraid of feline hybrids, despite their aggressive and overbearing behaviour. Or so you thought. When a pride moved into the house next door as a good neighbour, you decided to welcome them as warmly as you can. You even baked a cherry cake for their dinner, but who knew they'd want to eat a different kind of "cherry." And that's how your innocent, sweet "welcome" turns into a predatory hunt, where you are the prey and they are the hunters. And when they catch you, you will be their dessert.

You shouldn't be afraid of them, you proud little lamb; you're not afraid of anything, but the way they circle around you, towering over you and looking at you as if they'd never seen anything more delicious, fills you with pure terror.

"I-I think I should go... I just wanted to say hello." You bleat softly as a beautiful red-haired cat leans in so close you can feel his hot, wet breath on your neck.

"You look delicious." His tongue flicks out just long enough to lick your skin, and you squeal, stepping back and bumping into another guy—way above the one who just licked you.

"But we haven't met yet, have we? It's not polite to leave so soon after we've opened our doors to you, little lamb." The tall cat purrs softly and squeezes your shoulders with his big hands. His deep, husky voice sends a noticeable chill through your skin.

"Now, now, be gentle, Mingi; the baby is obviously used to being treated like a princess, am I right? Look at that beautiful long hair; I just want to run my fingers through it and squeeze it in my fist." Another guy leaned in until his handsome face was level with yours. "You have a beautiful mouth too; has anyone told you that, Princess?" He ran his thumb over your lower lip, purring sweetly as he felt it tremble.

"I... I was never told that..." You barely whispered.

"What a shame, but we'll fix that. I'm Wooyoung, by the way." But before you can answer, two other guys push him away and appear in your field of vision.

"Don't be afraid, honey, we won't bite." The taller one, with luxurious sensual lips, whispers softly. "You'll like it with us."

"Oh, we'll take good care of you, darling. How did you know we like cherry?" The blonde says, his eyes sliding down your body.

"I didn't; it's... it's my favourite flavour." You stutter as you feel Mingi press his hips against your ass, his hands sliding down your shoulders until they find their place just below your breasts. His touch is hot and possessive, as if you already belong to him.

You gasp loudly as you feel a thick, soft tail wrap around your thigh as you look from one boy to the other. Your eyes widening in fear as you see the predatory grin on the red-haired boy's face. He silently repeats "delicious,"  lewdly running his tongue over his lips, leaving them wet and shiny.

You almost want to beg them to let you go when the blonde in front of you catches your attention.

"How fortunate that it's our favourite too. Welcome home, dear. I'm Hongjoong, and this is my pride: Mingi, San, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa, and we are so happy to meet you."

[daenysx]

more remus lupin PLEASE remus lupin anything im so desperate

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remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff

Your throat feels sore when you wake up, like you haven't had a proper drink for days.

You don't see Remus anywhere and a small wave of disappointment shakes you. He was right here when you close your eyes. He was rubbing your back with a big hand and urging you to take a nice nap. Sleep deprivation is a funny thing, you never know how much you need a good rest until your body gives you signals.

You remember Remus convincing you to get some rest, it should be a few hours ago, the sky looks grey now. The clock shows 5 o'clock, almost dinner time. Shaking the fluffy blanket off yourself, you decide to go to kitchen. A cold glass of water is a dream, and maybe some coffee. You don't really care about what to have for dinner tonight, Remus probably planned it before.

The apartment is quiet, but you hear the water running in the bathroom. He's taking a shower. You smile, poor boy, he couldn't take one as soon as he got home today because you insisted him to stay with you in bed. Remus likes quick showers and getting comfy with a clean body.

You drink two glasses of cool water, it's a delight. Rubbing your eyes with lazy fingers, you relax. Sleep still lingers. You think a cup of iced coffee sounds lovely.

"Oh, hey," Remus sees you as he walks out of the bathroom. Wonders of living in a small flat. "Hi, dove."

He smells perfect, his hair still wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. He leans in your space to give you a kiss, his cheek is soft under your lips. Freshly shaven, and he didn't neglect using his moisturizer this time.

"Forgot my clothes in the room," he says. "You're making coffee?"

You nod, urging him for another kiss. He puts his hands on the counter to keep you steady on your feet, you touch his neck with kind fingers as they stroke the blushing skin. Remus adjusts his face to get a good kiss, you're glad to give him what he wants.

"I have to get dressed," he whispers. "I think it's getting cold in here."

"Please don't catch a cold," you tell him. "No matter how much I like seeing you like this, you catching a cold is a terrible scenario."

He agrees and walks towards bedroom like a responsible adult. Sometimes you think you can't love him more, and then he does something so sweet, you're at loss for words. The most mundane things become the actions of admiration in Remus' hands, you can only stand there and watch.

You take your coffee with you and leave for bedroom. Remus sits on the bed with a hairbrush in his hand and a clean towel next to his thighs. He's got his sweatpants on, the ones he only wears when he's too tired. His bare chest begs to be kissed and you're certain that's why he didn't wear anything else.

"Let me help," you offer, his body snuggling against your body as you get on your knees on bed. You kiss his shoulder once, he exposes his neck immediately. Your lips follow a line on his skin before you get the towel in your hand and dry up his hair.

Hairbrush is a new favorite for Remus. He used to use his fingers for that, even making fun of Sirius for using too many products, because his hair gets shiny and looks properly styled after they dry without him doing anything extra. He loves this routine, though. You always offer helping, using the brush kindly to fix unruly strands and giving him a neck massage when you're done. Your fingers are faint on his hair, he can barely feel them, but the brush does its job.

Remus is sure he'll fall asleep if you keep playing with him like this, your fingertips are pressing on his neck and the tight spots are too obvious to miss. You apply some more pressure, he makes a pretty sound. A soft clicking noise leaves his neck as he tilts his head back to see you. You're smiling.

"Can I take a sip from your coffee?" he asks, "I don't wanna fall asleep before dinner."

"Sure, baby." you say. Remus thinks he can write a few things about how much he loves being called baby.

The sun is hiding behind the clouds somewhere, and he takes a sip of your coffee. You put the brush aside and take a sip yourself. Two pairs of tired eyes, you watch him turn to you and get you in his arms. Your lips find each other, no rush in the kiss. You like when you don't need to count minutes into something. When you can be free and let your mind get some rest, when the only thing you need to think of is how much you wanna kiss your boyfriend.