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Screaming and crying and punching my computer monitor (I misremembered the lyrics to a song)
#i thought it was âmy heart is is your hands as we dance to the masochism tangoâ but its NOT its#âat your command / before you here i stand / my heart is in my hand ... eughâ#and then that little section of lyrics goes on and doesnt even end with âas we dance to the masochism tangoâ :wails:#lyrics from the song The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer#grr i wanted to do something with gabe and v1 with those lyrics but they dont exist this is so sad#i might anyway
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MORE DINO SQUISHYS!!!!!đđđđđđ
The last four are others I won from the arcade last night. The rest (squishy dinoâs in front of Lisa) are the ones I got from Amazon.
I AM SO HAPPY WITH THEMđđđđđđ
#I seriously love these little guys so much#they make me so happy#Lisaâs armada has grown tenfold!!!#I have more at my home and at my gfâs house#I am going to name every single one of them!!!#Lisa will now have generals for each of her milita or whatever idk#currently coming up with different milita sections thingys#theyâre will be an Airforce-Army-Marines-Navy-National Guard type of military thingy#and Lisa will have different generals/ leaders/ Commandants#I am so happy#I still miss Steve :( I lost him last night#but I know in my heart that a child at the arcade that I was at last night when I lost him found him and gave him a nice home :)#RIP Steveđđđ#Iâm so sorry I lost youđ˘#please forgive me#I hope I can move on from this#I am hyperfixated on the squishy Dinoâs and will likely end up buying more#but I need to get paid first#theauthor2103#angstyanon0#angstyanonđ#Lisa the Squishy Dino#Lisa the Squishy T-Rex
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White Boy of the Month- Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
warnings: smut, jealous!reader, unprotected sex, oral(f receiving) creampie, praise kink, established relationship, this monstrosity i conjured up.
authorâs note: iâve only ever written smut for characters and not actors so i feel a bit weird about this, hope you guys like it regardless. ps: this is all just fantasy <3
Nicholas was everywhere these days. TikTokâs new âwhite boy of the monthâ, and it seemed like everyone had taken notice. You were lying in bed, scrolling through TikTok, watching yet another edit of him. The one that kept popping up on your feed was to "Shake Dat Ah" by Bossman Dlow, and it had blown up. The video cut perfectly between slow-motion shots of him smiling and laughing, looking so effortlessly handsome with that amazing body. You couldnât help but watch it on repeat.
You were so engrossed in it that you didnât notice Nicholas walking into the room until he stood by the bed. Your eyes widened as you quickly tried to scroll away from the TikTok, but it was too late. He caught you.
âYouâre watching the edits again, arenât you?â Nicholas chuckled, his lips curving into that playful smirk you knew too well. âEnjoying them?â
Your face warmed, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. âI enjoy having you in front of me way more,â you teased, giving him a wink.
He grinned and joined you on the bed, lying beside you. He nestled his head on your chest, his face resting against your tits as he made himself comfortable. You resumed watching the TikTok, this time paying attention to the comments. As expected, they were filled with thirsty women.
âHeâs so hot, I canât take it!â âNicholas Chavez is my husband now, no one can tell me otherwise.â âIâm gonna need him to come over here and shake dat ah for me.â âFuck me daddy.â âI need him so fucking bad.â
You rolled your eyes at the flood of heart-eye emojis and wild comments, but couldnât help feeling a slight twinge of jealousy. Nicholas, sensing your shift in mood, peeked up at you.
âJealous?â he asked softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You hesitated, scrolling through another comment about how someone wanted to marry him and have him deflower them. âMaybe just a little,â you admitted, though you couldnât help but smile down at him. âItâs not like I canât see why theyâre obsessed.â
He reached up, placing a kiss on your collarbone, his eyes never leaving yours. âThey can have the edits, but Iâm here with you.â
You exhaled softly, letting go of the jealousy. You knew you had him, right there in your arms, and no TikTok comment could take that away. âI guess I can deal with it,â you teased, your fingers brushing through his hair. âAs long as you remember who you really belong to.â
He laughed, his breath warm against your skin. âAlways.â
The energy between you and Nicholas shifted in an instant. His playful demeanor was gone, replaced by something far more intense. Without a word, he reached up, pulling your tank top down just enough to free your tits. Your breath hitched as his warm hands cupped them, and you tossed your phone to the side, the TikTok edits now a distant thought, though youâd definitely be watching and gushing later. Your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping softly as he kissed down your body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
When he reached the waistband of your panties, his lips pressed firmly against your clothed pussy, making you gasp. Without hesitation, he grabbed the fabric and, with a sharp rip, tore them off with his strong, muscular arms. The rawness of the action sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you felt your body respond immediately.
âLook at me,â he demanded, his voice low and commanding. Your eyes met his, and he smirked. âNo woman in any comment section will ever feel my tongue on them like you do right now.â
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you, ravishing your clit with fierce hunger. His tongue moved in circles, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your core. His finger slid inside you, curling in just the right way, making you whimper. When he added a second finger, your body couldnât take it anymore. Your back arched off the bed as you came hard, cumming all over his mouth and fingers, your moans filling the room.
Nicholas didnât stop, his lips and fingers continuing to work you through the orgasm, his eyes locked on your face. âSo pretty,â he murmured between licks, âYour pussy looks so pretty. You look so pretty when you cum.â
Your chest heaved as you came down from your high, your mind hazy with pleasure. His words sent another flush of heat through you as he pulled back slightly, his lips glistening. âIâm all yours,â he whispered, his fingers still inside you, moving slowly. âAnd youâre all mine.â
âIâm yours Nicholas,â you whimpered and he smiled.
He pulled off his boxers, his big, thick cock springing free, standing hard and ready. The tip was a bright, flushed pink, curving just slightly, making your breath hitch in anticipation. He settled between your legs, teasing your clit with the head of his cock, rubbing it slowly, sending shivers through your entire body. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him inside you.
He positioned himself at your entrance, and slowly, so slowly, began to push in. His cock stretched you inch by inch, your tight pussy gripping him as he filled you. He let out a deep hiss as he sank deeper, his body trembling from the pleasure. âFuck, youâre so tight,â he groaned, his voice strained with restraint.
You clung to his arms, gasping, âYouâre so big,â the words barely a whisper as he continued pushing inside, his thick length stretching you to the limit. When he was fully inside, he paused, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily before he started to move, pounding into you in deep, steady strokes.
âYouâre my beautiful girl,â he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he thrusted into you. âAnd Iâm yours. Forever. No oneâs ever gonna take me away from you.â
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, your clit rubbing against his hard, muscular body as he drove into you. His pace quickened, and you looked up at him, heart racing at the sight. His disheveled hair fell into his half-lidded, pretty eyes, his lips flushed and parted, groaning your name over and over like a chant, like he was worshiping you.
Your own lips parted in a moan, his name spilling from you like a prayer, like he was your priest, the only one you could ever confess to. The pleasure built inside you with every thrust, his body, his touch, his words claiming you completely. He wasnât just fucking you, he was worshiping you, and in that moment, you were lost to him, praying with every moan, every cry of his name.
Nicholas could feel how close you were, your breath quickened, your moans growing louder, and your pussy gripped him like a vice. His eyes darkened with desire as he watched the way your body reacted to his every thrust. His cock throbbed inside you, and with a low, husky voice, he rasped, âYouâre so beautiful, baby. Youâll look even more beautiful cumming on my cock while Iâm fucking you like this.â
His words ignited the fire inside you, pushing you past the brink. With a sharp cry, your orgasm crashed through you, and your body trembled uncontrollably. Your pussy tightened around him, squeezing him as you came hard, your walls pulsating and clenching around his thick cock. He groaned deeply, feeling every spasm as you drenched him, but he didnât let up. He kept thrusting, his pace relentless, pushing you through the waves of pleasure, letting you ride it out fully.
âYou feel so fucking good, baby,â he growled through clenched teeth, still lost in the tightness of your body. His hands gripped your hips tightly, feeling your warmth and the way your pussy gripped him like you never wanted to let go. He thrusted in harder, determined to give you more, to show you just how much you drove him crazy.
His own release was building fast, but he held back just long enough to murmur against your ear, âItâs my turn now. And you know what I want.â
Without hesitation, you arched your back for him, pressing your ass high in the air, presenting yourself to him as he moved behind you. Nicholas positioned himself between your legs, guiding his cock back inside you with one swift, hard thrust. You moaned at the feeling of being filled up again, his cock stretching you as he pounded into you from behind.
His grip tightened around your waist, and each thrust was more powerful than the last. His hands occasionally left your hips to deliver firm slaps to your ass, the sound of his hands meeting your skin echoing in the room. âGod, look at you,â he growled, his voice low and thick with lust. âSo fucking sexy. And this ass, so fucking perfect.â
You glanced back at him, your half-lidded eyes catching sight of his toned, muscular bodyâhis abs flexing with every thrust, his biceps bulging as he held you in place. His messy hair framed his chiseled face, and the raw look of pleasure etched into his expression was enough to make you moan his name all over again, lost in the sight of him.
The pleasure built quickly inside you once more, your pussy gripping his cock tighter, squeezing him as another wave of pleasure started to overtake you. Nicholas could feel it too, his cock throbbing inside of you as he growled low in his throat. âIâm gonna cum,â he warned, his voice strained. âIâm close, baby.â
You were desperate, your voice needy as you begged, âPlease, Nick, cum inside me. I want it. Fill me up.â
He hesitated, smirking as he slowed his pace for just a moment. âI canât hear you,â he teased. âYouâre gonna have to say that louder, baby.â
Your desperation heightened, and you practically screamed it this time. âCum inside me, Nick! I need it! Please!â
With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed into you one final time, holding you close as his cock pulsed inside you, releasing thick, hot spurts of cum deep within you. He moaned your name as he came, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pressing you against him as he filled you up. He didnât pull out right away, instead, he relished the feeling of being inside you, his cock still throbbing, every muscle in his body tense as he savored the moment.
Before you could catch your breath, he swiftly flipped you over, pulling you on top of him. His cock was still buried deep inside your pussy as he shifted the position, thrusting up into you gently now, making sure you squeezed every last drop of his cum out. You whimpered softly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your pussy gripping him as he guided your hips slowly.
Nicholas gazed up at you, his hands tender now, caressing your waist as he whispered between kisses. âMy baby. Youâre so fucking beautiful. I love you so much.â
You leaned down to kiss him softly, your heart swelling at his words. âI love you too,â you murmured, your voice tired but full of affection.
Nicholas kissed your forehead and whispered against your skin, âIâm so happy my careerâs taking off, and no matter what, youâll always be by my side, and Iâll take care of you every step of the way. You deserve the world.â
You smiled softly, resting your head on his chest as he moved to get up. âWait,â you said, stopping him. âDonât go. I just want to stay like this, with you inside me, and I wanna listen your heartbeat.â
He grinned, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close again. âOkay, baby. Whatever you want.â He kissed the top of your head and settled back, letting you rest against his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath your ear as you both drifted off into a peaceful, satisfied slumber, completely wrapped in each other.
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KISS CAM!
Kenji Sato x gn!reader
CW: pure fluff, established relationship, possessive kenji, best friend (Mio).
Words: 1.0k
AN: gave a name for reader's bff becus I got sick of writing 'your friend'. comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3
âGood evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to New Tokyo Dome, home of your Giants! Tonight, the Giants face off against the visiting Swallows in what promises to be an exciting matchup.â
It was your first time experiencing your boyfriendâs game live, a significant change from watching him on screen. Ken had given you two tickets, inviting you to see his baseball game in person and you decided to bring your best friend, Mio.
As you and Mio made your way through the bustling crowd to your seats, the excitement of the game day atmosphere surrounded you. The stadium was a sea of team colours, with fans cheering and the scent of popcorn and hot dogs wafting through the air.
Ken had been clear about keeping your relationship private for now, given that it was still new, and he didn't want to stir up any media attention. You understood his concerns and were content with supporting him discreetly, even from the stands.
You finally found your seats and settled in, the anticipation bubbling inside you. As you took in the scene, the field looked well-maintained under the stadium lights, and the crowd's roar was almost deafening. Your eyes instinctively scanned the field, searching for Ken among his teammates. When you finally spotted him, you couldnât help but beam with pride.
Ken's tall figure was unmistakable, and as if sensing your gaze, he turned towards you â he had purposely given you tickets close to his dugout so he could see you from there. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a wink that made your heart flutter. The crowd that witnessed the interaction erupted in cheers, mistaking it for a playful gesture to all the fans.
Mio nudged your shoulder playfully. "Did he just wink at you? Oh my god, he totally did!"
You laughed, trying to keep your excitement contained. "Maybe he did," you said, your cheeks warming.
"Dude, if anyone noticed, you're going to be all over the sports news tomorrow," she teased.
"Let's hope they just think he was winking at the crowd," you shook your head, smiling.
"Well, either way, it's pretty amazing. Look at him! He's totally in his element."
As the game commenced, you watched Ken with admiration. The way he effortlessly swung his bat, the precision in his throws, and the commanding presence he had on the field â it was clear he was born for this.
You could hardly contain the pride and joy swelling within you as you saw him in action. Being a part of his world, even if only from the sidelines, felt like a privilege. If only he knew how much you itched to scream, âYeah! Thatâs my boyfriend!â proudly with your chest, you might have made your presence even more known.Â
Occasionally, the stadium's giant screens would light up with the infamous "Kiss Cam," zooming in on couples in the crowd. Each time it happened, the fans would cheer and clap, urging the featured pair to share a kiss.Â
Some couples laughed and played along, while others blushed and waved shyly at the camera. You and Mio watched the spectacle with amused smiles, sharing knowing glances whenever the camera swung close to your section.
After a few rounds, the stadium's energy shifted as the game went into a brief break. The "Kiss Cam" made its rounds again, eliciting cheers and laughter from the crowd. This time, to your surprise and slight horror, the camera zoomed in on you and the guy sitting beside you. The giant screen displayed your faces for all to see, and the audience erupted in cheers, urging you to kiss the stranger.
Mio sensed your discomfort and immediately tried to defuse the situation. She leaned in closer, putting her arm around you and making exaggerated gestures to draw the attention away from the awkward scenario. However, her efforts came to an abrupt halt as she caught sight of Ken sprinting towards you from across the field.
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Just as the chants grew louder, Ken, who was about to take a sip of his water in the dugout, glanced at the screen. His eyes widened in shock as he saw you on the Kiss Cam with another man. "Hell nah," he muttered under his breath, dropping his water bottle without a second thought.
With determined speed, he sprinted across the field. The crowd's cheers turned into gasps of surprise as Ken vaulted over the net and made a beeline for your seat. In one swift motion, he pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. The stadium erupted in a mix of astonished silence and wild applause.
As he broke the kiss, he glanced around at the crowd, a smug grin on his face, clearly enjoying the attention and the statement he had just made. You stood there, stunned and speechless, your heart pounding in your chest.Â
Huh?!?!
âYou alright, babe?â he chuckled softly at your reaction, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Then, his gaze shifted to the guy sitting beside you, his eyes darkening with possessiveness. The guy raised his hands in surrender, nervously shifting in his seat before quickly changing places with the person next to him.
Before you could respond, Ken peeled off his jersey, revealing the snug turtleneck underneath. He draped the jersey over your shoulders, its warmth and his scent enveloping you. "Way to make an entrance, Ken!" Mio, who had been trying to help you deflect the situation, burst into laughter.
Still breathless from the kiss, you managed to find your voice. "I can't believe you just did that," you said, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration in your tone.
Ken grinned, pulling you close. "I couldn't let anyone else have you, not even for a second," he replied.
The crowd's cheers and the flashing cameras faded into the background as you focused on him. "You're going to make your PR team work overtime with this move," you quipped, a playful edge in your voice as you finally caught your breath.
"Let them work. They should get used to it," he replied confidently.Â
You chuckled and pulled him into a kiss. The cameras flashed even more intensely, capturing every moment of your embrace. From the sidelines, Mio let out a loud wolf whistle, her laughter ringing out above the noise.
You smiled against Kenâs lips, thinking to yourself, so much for keeping things lowkey.
Dividers by: @anitalenia
#â§Ë ŕź â・ Ë#ken sato x reader#kenji sato x reader#ken sato fluff#kenji sato fluff#ken sato fanfic#kenji sato fanfic#ultraman rising fanfic
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â darling, j. bellingham. â  â â â Â
â â ââ ââ summary: your boyfriend jude has been nothing but sweet the entire time you've been together. who knew a number 10 jersey with his name on the back would affect him so much?
â â ââ ââ author's note: first lil fic for jude <3. partially inspired by the 3-0 win over greece, but if it happened at wembley instead. really tried with the brit slang, someone pls confirm if it's shirt instead of jersey lol. day seven of my no nut november series.
â â ââ ââ warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, trent being trent, oral fixation (kinda), oral sex (69), american writing english people.
â â ââ ââ pairing: jude bellingham x reader.
â â ââ ââ word count: 2.2k.
"You look stunning babes!" Tolami practically shrieked as your approached the cluster of WAGs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The group of stylish women, all dressed to the nines in various shades of red and white to support the team, were huddled together, greeting each other after several months away at their partners' respective clubs. You had gone all out for today's match, your nails painted in the team's colors and your hair styled in perfectly poised waves that highlighted your cheekbones and the delicate gold hoops that danced against your neck.
"Thanks, love," you replied with a warm smile, giving your friend a quick hug. "I couldn't be caught looking anything less than leng next to you."
You glanced around the exclusive VIP area, your eyes scanning the pitch where the players were beginning their warm-ups. The electric atmosphere of the stadium was palpable, the throb of excitement pulsing through the air. The scent of freshly cut grass and the distant murmur of the crowd grew louder as you and Tolami took their seats.
During the match, your eyes never left Jude. His agility and precision on the pitch were mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride watching him command the midfield. Each time he looked up at your section, his gaze searching for yours, you felt a flutter in your stomach. When he scored the game's second goal with a powerful strike from just outside the box, the women erupted in cheers, and you were on your feet, your hands covering your mouth in shock and delight.
After the final whistle, the team huddled together, their faces a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The crowd's roar was deafening as the players began to make their way towards the tunnel, and your heart raced in anticipation. He raised his hand up, gesturing for you to wait, and you nodded, your cheeks heating up under the ooh's of the other girls.
Once the team had disappeared into the depths of the stadium, you made your way down to the VIP lounge. The thrill of victory still hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and the tang of energy drinks. You chatted idly with Tolami and Megan as you waited for the players to emerge from the locker room, your laughter echoing off the walls. When Jude finally appeared, Trent Alexander-Arnold by his side, your shoulder relaxed in relief.
"Y/N," the Liverpool man called out to you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "How's Jude holding up with that No Nut November bet? You keeping him honest, yeah?"
You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a sigh at the juvenile banter that was a staple of the footballers' friendship. "Unfortunately, he's been a saint."
"It's only a matter of time before Trent gives up," Jude said, his own grin spreading as he approached the group of you. "Don't jinx it."
You playfully swiped at him, your eyes lighting up. "You know I believe in you."
Jude leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
As the two of you walked out of the stadium, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the heat of the game, Jude's hand found yours, his grip firm and possessive. The short drive to your flat seemed to take forever, the silence between you charged with unspoken thoughts. The streets of London were alive with fans, their cheers and chants a distant backdrop to your own private world.
Once inside, you slipped out of your shoes with a sigh of relief, and Jude's eyes followed your every move. He couldn't take his gaze off the England crest and his name emblazoned on the back of your shirt.
"You know, it's weird," he began, his voice a little rough. "Seeing you with my name on your back... it's like you're mine. Like, really mine."
You turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "Is that all it takes to make me yours?"
Jude took a step closer, his eyes darkening. "You know it's more than that, babe." He reached out, his fingers tracing the letters of his surname on the fabric of your shirt. "But seeing you wear this, supporting me with my name on your back, it just makes me want to show you off."
You felt a thrill run through you at his words. You stepped closer, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What's stopping you, Bellingham?"
Jude didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled you into his arms, kissing you with a hunger that surprised you. His hands roamed over your body, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, the warmth of his skin melting through the cool material of the shirt. You stumbled into the bedroom, your kisses growing more urgent as you went.
You broke away, your breathing heavy, and looked at him with a glint of challenge in your eyes. "You know, if you want to keep that bet with Trent..."
Jude's smoldering gaze stuck to your face as he peeled the shirt over your head, revealing the lacy lingerie you had chosen just in case. "We don't have to tell him," he murmured against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly as his voice rumbled deliciously down your spine.
With a laugh that was half moan, you stepped away from him, slipping out of your jeans. "You're so full of it," you said, your voice breathless with excitement. "You can't just cheat your way out of a bet. What's the point?"
Jude's eyes never left yours as he shed his own clothes, his eyes dark with desire. "Who said anything about cheating?" he murmured, advancing on you with a predatory grace. "I'm just saying, a man's got needs, and you're looking too good. Who am I to resist what's mine?"
You felt a shiver of excitement run down your spine as Jude reached out, his fingertips tracing the edge of your bra. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, the air between the two of you crackling with sexual tension. "You're insatiable," you whispered, your voice a little shaky.
"Just for you," Jude said, his voice a gruff promise. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he kissed you again, deep and demanding. His touch was possessive, leaving no doubt in your mind that he meant every word. Your own hands roamed over his muscular chest, nails scraping lightly against his skin.
With a growl, he picked you up, carrying you to the bed as if you weighed nothing at all. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your body fitting against his like they were two pieces of a puzzle. The bedroom was a blur of movement as you tumbled onto the bed, the soft sheets contrasting with the hardness of his body. Jude's kisses grew more insistent, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as his hands moved to the clasp of your bra.
The sound of the fabric giving way was lost in your muffled moans. His thumbs grazed your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You arched into his touch, your skin flushing with desire. "Jude," you gasped, your voice a whimper of need. He broke the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed chest with a look that seemed to blister your skin.
Without wasting a moment, Jude's mouth found your breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before his tongue swirled around them. Your breath hitched, your fingernails digging into his back as the sensation washed over you. "Jude, more, please," you begged, your voice a throaty whisper. Jude's mouth continued its movements as he complied, his teeth tugging gently before his mouth closed around your nipple, suckling with a fervor that had your back arching off the bed.
Jude's hands roamed your body, his thumbs dipping into your waistband to tease the sensitive flesh just above your hips. Your hands weren't idle either, exploring the planes of his back, your nails scraping against the firm muscles as you pulled him closer.
With a sudden jolt of energy, you rolled the two of you over so you were on top, straddling him. "My turn," you whispered, your eyes sparkling with arousal. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw before you leaned down to kiss him, your teeth grazing his bottom lip before your tongue darted out to taste him. His hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening as you began to rock against him, feeling his length grow beneath you.
Jude's breath hitched as you kissed along his neck, your teeth scraping the sensitive skin just enough to make him shiver. He could feel the heat building between you two, the need growing more intense with every passing moment. "Serena," he groaned, his voice thick with want.
With a wicked smile, you slid off him, your eyes studying his face as you reached for his boxers. You took your time, enjoying the way his body reacted to your every touch. Finally, you pulled them down, revealing his hard length. You took him in your hand, stroking him gently, watching his reaction with a sense of power that thrilled you to the core.
Jude's eyes rolled back, his hips bucking upward as you touched him. "Fuck," he muttered, his hand coming up to cover yours, guiding your movements. "You're killing me, babe."
Your smile grew wider as you leaned into him, your breath hot against his skin. "Good things come to those who wait," you sang under your breath, your teeth grazing his earlobe. You kissed a trail down his chest, your tongue tracing the lines of his abs before finally reaching his cock. You took him into your mouth, the velvet heat of your lips wrapping around him, your tongue swirling in a way that made him groan.
His hands tangled in your hair as you took him deeper, your movements deliberate and teasing. He could feel the tension in his body winding tighter and tighter, the urge to push you down and fuck you senseless growing stronger with every passing second. "Babe, hold on," he ground out, his voice tight with restraint. "Sit on my face, 69. Wanna taste you."
With a light giggle, you complied, straddling his head. The scent of your arousal filled the room, making his mouth water as his tongue found your clit. You gasped, your movements faltering as you focused on the delicious sensation of his mouth on you. Your hand stroked him in time with his tongue, the sound of your moans mixing with the wetness of your desire.
Your body began to tense, your movements growing more frantic as you felt the orgasm building within you. Jude's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to devour you, his tongue flicking and swirling in a pattern that had you seeing stars. "Oh god," you whispered, your voice a hoarse plea.
Jude felt your thighs tighten around his head, your body shaking with the beginnings of climax. With a triumphant groan, he pushed his tongue deeper, feeling your muscles spasm as you came. Your hips rocked against his face, your tongue still working his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and with a final, desperate stroke, he too reached the edge, his body tensing as he released into your mouth.
You sat up, swiping your tongue across your lips, a smug smile playing on your face as you turned to face your boyfriend. Jude all but whimpered as your mouth fell open to reveal you had swallowed him completely. With a giggle, you watched as Jude lay there, his chest heaving, his eyes closed in bliss.
"All this over a shirt?" you teased, your voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement.
"It's not just the shirt," he murmured, his eyes finally opening to meet yours. "It's knowing that you're mine, that you're supporting me in every way possible." He reached up, his fingers tracing the outline of your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "That I'm the one who gets to take you home after games like this."
The words sent a thrill through you, and you leaned down to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. Jude's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, his hands roaming over your body in a silent show of strength and possession.
Your bodies were slick with sweat, your hearts pounding in unison as you broke away, panting for air. Jude rolled you over again, his muscles flexing as he positioned himself above you, his cock still hard and demanding. "Round two?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.
Your eyes widened, your chest heaving with the aftershocks of pleasure. "You're unbelievable," you whispered, but you didn't protest as he nudged your thighs apart. Jude's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with lust as he settled between your legs, his cock pressing against your entrance. You felt the heat of him, the promise of more pleasure, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer.
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Could you do an insta blurb with Anna Paul as a face claim? <33
never give up - ln4
my first lando blurb !! i was really excited to write for him so let me know your thoughts about this or send requests !
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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yourinstagram starting the job of my dreams tomorrow đđđđ see you soon bahrain đ
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username1 omg congratulations ma friend !! âĽď¸ by author
username2 all of those years of watching race cars finally paid off âĽď¸ by author
âł yourinstagram now iâm going to be making tiktoks for them HOW IS LIFE REAL
username3 PLEASE FEED US WITH GOOD CONTENT
âł yourinstagram your wish is my command đŤĄđŤĄđŤĄ
maxverstappen1 Please donât make us do any kind of dance⌠âĽď¸ by author
âł maxfan1 HES ALREADY COMPLAINING HELP
âł yourinstagram you donât make that decision sir
username3 i believe in the f1 fan to working to f1 pipeline now
oscarpiastri Hello new best friend âĽď¸ by author
âł yourinstagram HI BESTIEEEEE
âł oscarfan1 counting on the oscar content
landonorris Welcome abroad 𼰠âĽď¸ by author
âł landofan1 whats with that emoji landoeeee
âł yourinstagram iâm readyyyy
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lando.jpg touchdown in bahrain. @yourinstagram forced me to try matcha (awful experience)
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landofan1 HE REMEMBERED THIS ACCOUT WE CHEER
oscarpiastri Youâre a matcha girl at heart
âł yourinstagram youâre so right my dearest pastry
âł oscarfan1 LOVE THEM
landofan2 not lando being a matcha hater đ
landofan3 yn in the last picture sheâs so cuuuute
username1 lando posting a picture of yn đ i bet theyâre dating
âł landofan1 you must be new here lando posts literally everyone
maxverstappen1 I spot a Redbull jacket, thank you for picking favorites already @yourinstagram
âł yourinstagram donât flatter yourself okay. and tell checo i need both of you for rapid fire questions asap
âł charles_leclerc Iâm getting her ferrari red stuff soon
âł lando.jpg sheâs papaya heart, sorry losers
âł username2 HEEELPđ
username3 looks like all the drivers get along with yn itâs so fun to see
georgerussell63 Why did you steal YN I needed to run something by her
âł yourinstagram if by that you mean you need to know which one of your memes is going viral rn, check your messages
âł username4 PLEASEEEEE đ
username5 this comment section feels like a gc with all of them and i love it
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yourinstagram tifosi for jeddah. letâs gooo @/charles_leclerc, @/olliebearman â¤ď¸ and sending big hugs to mr smooth operator @/carlossainz55, hope you recover sooooonnn
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username1 SLAYYYY
charlesfan1 YAAS YN IS ON OUR SIDEEE
username2 such a cool jacket omg âĽď¸ by author
scuderiaferrari Weâre all Tifosi at heart đ
âł yourinstagram love you ferrari admin
landofan1 i know lando wonât be happy
olliebearman Love you đŤśđŤśđŤś âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 AWEEEE OLLIE
iamrebeccad đ âĽď¸ by author
alexandrasaintmleux Ferrari girls >>> 𼰠âĽď¸ by author
âł charlesfan1 i love the ferrari wags sm
landofan2 lando complaining in 3..2..1
landonorris Itâs always tifosi or gives you wings but never papaya
âł oscarpiastri Ouch
âł yourinstagram top cry babies of the grid: the mclaren boys
âł landofan1 đđđđđ
âł danielricciardo Can you blame them? Theyâre like 7 âĽď¸ by author, georgerussell63, maxverstappen1, carlossainz55
âł landonorris Canât hear the haters
maxverstappen1 And who got double podium?
âł yourinstagram youâre so annoying omg
âł maxfan1 HEEEELP
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f1gossip Lando Norris enjoys Australia with mystery woman ahead of the Grand Prix this weekend
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landofan1 HEEELP
landofan2 my brother in christ thatâs yn
username1 mystery woman đđ @/yourinstagram
landofan3 iconic duo
landofan4 iâm going to say what everyone is thinking: i ship them
âł landofan1 HEEEELP
username2 we need the teaaaaaaa
yourinstagram i wonder who could that be âĽď¸ landonorris
âł username1 so mysterious
yourinstagram why does this look like iâm showing you receipts of something shady that you did @landonorris
âł landonorris You look so done with my lies lol
âł landofan2 WHAT ARE YALL DOING HERE
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yourinstagram AND THAT'S A WIN FOR THE SMOOTH OPERATOR AFTER THE OPERATION âźď¸ congratulations carlitosss, don't let the papaya fool you, i was rooting for you
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username1 LETS GOOO
username2 this is such a cool picture âĽď¸ by author
mclaren Our papaya heart just broke đ
âł yourinstagram NOOOOO
scuderiaferrari FORZA FERRARI â¤ď¸
âł yourinstagram YAAAS
username3 she really has the coolest job in the world
landofan1 lando finally made her wear papaya đ âĽď¸ by author
landonorris I was in the podium too, you know?
âł charles_leclerc Me too
âł yourinstagram did you win?
âł landofan2 CLOCK THEM
iamrebeccad đđđ âĽď¸ by author
lilyzneimer Beautyyy
âł yourinstagram PICTURE CREDITS TO BABY LILY !!
carlossainz55 The smooth operation đŞ âĽď¸ by author
âł landonorris I'm getting my apendix removed
âł yourinstagram DO NOT
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landonorris australia was nice :)
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landofan1 BABYYYYY
landofan2 LANDOOOO THE LAST PIC
username1 yn what are you doing here
carlossainz55 Why don't you post a picture of my win?
âł landofan1 đđđ
âł yourinstagram bc i'm prettier âĽď¸ by author
oscarpiastri Australia: the best country in the world
âł yourinstagram you're australia's treasure đ
landofan3 POSTING YN??? ON MAIN??
âł landofan1 bestiesss
âł landofan2 i had to double check this was actually his main
username2 he's in love with yn
georgerussell33 crushcrushcrush
âł username1 he's so strange
yourinstagram i like being each other's personal photographers
âł landofan1 SOOOO YN TOOK LANDO'S PICS
âł landofan3 they're in love
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landonorris i didn't get that podium but i did get you some spam
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landofan1 BOYFRIEND MATERIAL
username1 when will lando nowins ends
landofan2 YN AGAIN?????
mclaren đ§Ą
danielricciardo Is this a YN fan account? âĽď¸ by author
âł yourinstagram IT SO IS RIGHT
âł landonorris Can't hear the haters
username2 it's so obvious that those two are in a relationship
âł landofan1 don't be weird they're friends and yn kinda works for them
âł landofan2 to be fair yn doesn't really work for the drivers, she works for the f1 pr team
carlossainz55 đ
âł landofan1 WHAT DO YOU KNOW
yourinstagram thank you for the night walk and the pic buddyyyy âĽď¸ by author
âł landofan1 NOT BUDDY HELP
âł username1 even i felt hurt by that friendzone
âł landofan2 lando was found crying
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yourinstagram one moth living the dream life while having the dream job 𼺠letâs go shangai đ¨đł
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username1 im so jealous rn
username2 teach me your ways
lewishamilton đ¤ âĽď¸ by author
maxfan1 REDBULL JACKET SLAY
landofan1 lando crying over the redbull gear soon
username3 traveling the world befriending the drivers and getting free merch this is really THE DREAM âĽď¸ by author
lilyzneimer đ the bestttt!
âł yourinstagram i literally lysm baby lily
âł oscarpiastri Stop stealing my girlfriend from me thank you
âł yourinstagram the mclaren boys being cry babies, exhibit B
alex_albon Why am I missing from the third pic?
âł georgerussell63 We weâre gossiping about you âĽď¸ by author, oscarpiastri, landonorris, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1
âł yourinstagram exactly
username4 how does it feel to live my dream
maxverstappen1 Great great jacket
âł landonorris iâm burning it
âł landofan1 HEEEELP đ
landonorris Best season so far đŤśđŤśđŤś âĽď¸ by author
âł landofan2 LANDOOOOOO????
âł landofan3 heâs down bad awe
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mclaren A very special guest joins the papaya garage today 𧥠#MiamiGP
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landofan1 AHHHHH
username1 WAG vibes
landofan2 since when does lando have access to the mclaren acc
username2 she looks amazing
lilyzneimer đŤśđŤśđŤś
âł mclaren Our other fave đ
âł landofan2 mclaren hyping their wags up so trueeeee
redbullracing Give her back
âł username1 the girls are fighting
âł mclaren Never
landonorris đđđđ âĽď¸ by yourinstagram
âł landofan1 CONTROL IT
âł landofan2 JUST KISS HER YOU FOOL
yourinstagram GO PAPAYA BOYS đ§Ąđ§Ą
âł landonorris boy*
âł oscarpiastri Cry cry cry
âł landofan3 IM YELLING đđđ
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landonorris WWE FUCKING DID IT. P1 đ
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landofan1 IM STILL SOBBING WTF
landofan2 HE DID IT LITTLE LANDO NORRIS DID ITTTT
oscarpiastri Well done man đđđ âĽď¸ by author
alex_albon Congrats!!! đŞđ âĽď¸ by author
mclaren PROUD đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
username1 this man is going to party like an animal tonight
landofan3 whoever or whatever put a fire on his ass to win THANK YOU
maxverstappen1 You had a great motivation to win. Congrats đ âĽď¸ by author
âł username2 HUUUUUH
lewishamilton WELL DONE âĽď¸ by author
yourinstagram IM STILL CRYING đđđ
âł maxverstappen1 Because now youâll have to go out with him? THIS COMMENT IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE
âł landofan1 MAX WTF WE ALL SAW THAT
yourinstagram CONGRATULATIONS LAN đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą âĽď¸ by author
âł landofan2 when the camera focused on her after lando crossed the line đŠđŠ my delusional ass is living
âł username1 these two will be a thing before the season ends
âł landonorris My good luck charm â¤ď¸
âł landofan3 LANDO DONT DO THIS TO ME
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f1gossip Lando Norris get cozy with mysterious woman after Miami GP win
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landofan1 OMFGGGG
landofan2 CAUGHT IN 4K
username1 who is thissssss
landofan3 IF THIS IS NOT YN I DONT WANT IT
username2 wbk heâs always wildinggggg
landofan4 guys i think this is yn???? she posted stories celebrating with lando
âł landofan1 omg i donât want to be delusional
âł landofan2 AND REMEMBER MAX DELETED COMMENT ????
landofan5 can somebody from the grid spill the beans about his
âł landofan1 george where are you ?????
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landonorris Iâll remember this forever. Thank you everyone â¤ď¸
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landofan1 AHHHH
landofan2 THE SECOND PIC HELLO????
mclaren We always believed in you đ§Ą
landofan3 THATS LITERALLY YN IN THE SECOND PIC
oscarpiastri I bet this was your favorite weekend ever âĽď¸ by author
âł landofan1 WHAT DO YOU KNOW
georgerussell63 You finally convinced her?
âł landonorris And did
âł landofan2 WTF LET ME IN???? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
landofan4 LANYN IS REAL đđđđ
username1 yn is no better than me i would also fall for lando norris
landofan5 SEE YN WAS THE GIRL WITH HIM IN MIAMI
lewishamilton Did I miss something?
âł georgerussell63 If you only checked your phone
âł username2 HEEEELP
landofan6 SO THIS IS SO YN đ i really hope theyâre together
maxverstappen1 Two things you had been waiting for: the win and the girl âĽď¸ by author
âł maxfan1 MAX HAS NO FILTER I CANT
âł landofan1 SO THEYâRE TOGETHER
âł landonorris đĽ°
yourinstagram 𧥠âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 THATS ALL??? GIRL ADRESS THE RUMORS
âł landofan1 GIVE US SOMETHING
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yourinstagram imola, monaco, montreal đ¤
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username1 forever jealous of your life
landofan1 A LOT OF LANDO HERE OMGGG
username2 the second pic, is she dating anyone? đ
âł landofan2 lando so true
georgerussell63 You're welcome for the Hello Kitty face mask âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 OF COURSE george would have hello kitty face masks
âł yourinstagram thank u georgie
landofan3 this is basically a lando appreciation post âĽď¸ by author
username3 i sense a soft launch
landofan4 landoyn is sooooo alive
mclaren Our favorite đ§Ą
lilyzneimer 𤊠âĽď¸ by author
oscarpiastri Thank you for the tiktok tips?
âł yourinstagram you think those were for free? you owe me dinner
maxverstappen1 Why there is no Redbull on this collage?
âł yourinstagram you and checo have been pissing me off lately
âł maxfan1 HEEEEELP
scuderiaferrari Some red in sight â¤ď¸
âł yourinstagram as it should
landonorris so pretty đ âĽď¸ by author
âł yourinstagram you talking about yourself?
âł landonorris nope đ
âł landofan1 STOOOOOOOP THIS
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lando.jpg happy :)
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landofan1 AHHHHHH
landofan2 I JUMPED FROM MY SPOT
username1 wbk they're together
oscaspiastri Cuties
oscarpiastri Lily wrote the previous comment, not me
âł oscarfan1 HEEEEELP
âł yourisntagram this is why she's my favorite
landofan3 THIS REALLY CONFIRMS THEY'RE TOGETHER
username3 what if they're not together and everyone is just clowning đđ
carlossainz55 I've been replaced
âł landofan1 HEEEELP
âł landofan2 CARLANDO FOREVER
yourinstagram 𧥠âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 stop it with the orange hearts SAY SOMETHING
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yourinstagram paps hard launched us before i could do it, but hereâs our official instagram debut i guess đ§Ą
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username1 AHHH FINALLY
username2 you've come a long way girl, from fan to working for f1 to dating a driver âĽď¸ by author
landofan1 I KNEW ITTT I KNEW ITT
georgerussell63 We had been plotting this since you first met, btw âĽď¸ by landonorris, oscarpiastri, maxverstappen1
âł yourinstagram nosy bitches !!
âł username1 HEEEEELP đ
mclaren OUR PRAYERS HAD BEEN ANSWERED đ¤Šđ¤Šđ§Ą
âł landofan2 the mclaren admin is soooo me
âł yourinstagram stop mclaren admin im blushing
username3 slayest couple of the paddock already
oscarpiastri What happened to "my job comes first"?
âł landonorris Mate do you want her to break up with me or something
âł landofan1 đđđđ
lilyzneimer Papaya girls stick together đ âĽď¸ by author
âł username1 queens of mclaren
âł alexandrasaintmleux :(((
âł yourinstagram i literally lysm alex
landonorris my girl my girl my girl my girl â¤ď¸ âĽď¸ by author
âł maxverstappen1 We get it
âł landonorris you're jealous bc she'll never wear redbull anymore
âł yourinstagram đĽ´đĽ´
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landonorris Never back down never what? Never give up
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landofan1 YELLING
landofan2 I CANTTTT
username1 i want what they have
olliebearman â¤ď¸
mclaren Our parents đ§Ą
âł landofan1 its me im actually the mclaren admin
danielricciardo YN blink twice if you need help
âł georgerussell63 She just did I'm next to her
âł landonorris Can't hear the haters
âł landofan2 đđđ
username2 i need yn's manifestation methods
landofan4 THE HAND PLACEMENTS ???? LANDO' SMILE ?????
maxverstappen1 Poor girl
âł maxfan1 LEAVE HIM ALONEEE
carlossainz55 My biggest condolences @/yourinstagram
âł landofan1 they grid has one mission today and that is to attack lando
yourinstagram đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤ âĽď¸ by author
yourinstagtam leave my baby alone assholes @/danielricciardo @/georgerussell63 @/maxverstappen1 @/carlossainz55
âł carlossainz55 Don't baby him even more
âł georgerussell63 cAnT hEar ThE hAtErS
âł landonorris my girl my girl đ
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can you do a myung gi x fem reader where he finds out that the reader is in the games and he starts to protect her from the games and from other players
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The harsh fluorescent lights of the dormitory hummed overhead as you clutched your numbered jacket close. Anxiety churned in your stomach. Around you, alliances were being forged, whispers of mistrust and strategies filling the air.
Thatâs when you saw himâMyung-gi, Player 333. You recognized him instantly. Back in the real world, he was known for his sharp demeanor and unyielding resolve. That and how he scammed many people. But here, he looked just as tense as everyone else, sitting on the edge of his bunk with his arms crossed.
Your eyes met briefly, and recognition flickered across his face. He blinked once, twice, before his expression hardened. Myung-gi stood abruptly, weaving through the crowd toward you.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â he demanded, his voice low but laced with disbelief.
You flinched at his tone, gripping your jacket tighter. âIâI could ask you the same thing,â you stammered, avoiding his intense gaze.
His jaw tightened. âThis isnât a place for someone like you.â
âWell, I didnât exactly have a choice,â you snapped, though your voice shook. âNone of us did.â
Myung-gi sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't like how his crush was in this game with him. âStick with me,â he said finally, his tone softening. âDonât trust anyone else.â
The moment the giant doll began singing, the room erupted into chaos. Players dashed forward, only to freeze mid-stride when the dollâs head swiveled around. Shots rang out, and screams filled the air.
You stood frozen at the starting line, fear paralyzing your limbs. Myung-gi, halfway across the field, turned back and spotted you.
âMove!â he barked, his voice cutting through the noise.
Your legs wobbled as you took a tentative step forward. The dollâs head swiveled, and you stopped just in time, your heart hammering in your chest.
When the doll turned away again, Myung-gi maneuvered closer to you, his movements calculated. âLook at me,â he commanded, his voice steady. âFocus on me, not the others. Take small steps.â
You nodded shakily, following his lead. With each movement, he stayed by your side, shielding you from the chaos. When a player nearby collapsed, he reached out, gripping your arm firmly. âDonât look. Keep going.â
When the timer finally buzzed, signaling the end of the game, you collapsed onto the ground, trembling. Myung-gi crouched beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder. âYouâre safe,â he murmured. âFor now.â
The racecourse was a nightmare of mini games, designed to exploit every weakness. Players hands scrambled as they played gong-gi, ddajki, and the flying stone.
You struggled to play spinning top, your hands slipping on the rough material. âI canât do it,â you muttered, panic rising.
âYes, you can,â Myung-gi said from your side. âJust breathe.â
You hesitated, but his stern glare left no room for argument. You matched your breathing to his , relaxing and putting yourself at ease.
âSee? Not so hard,â he said, his tone gruff but not unkind.
Later, when you reached the jegi section, another player deliberately knocked you to the side to get Myung-gi moving, you cupped your stomach as you felt the player punch it. Myung-gi stepped in immediately, his glare icy. âTry that again, and youâll regret it,â he growled.
The other player backed off, grumbling, and Myung-gi turned to you. âDonât let them push you around,â he said. âBut if they do, Iâll handle it.â he played his part and crossed the finish line, pulling you by his side.
It was only a small breather before you were put back in another game.
âFour!â the speaker announced, the robotic voice echoing across the room.
Panic set in as players began shoving and scrambling toward doors with numbered signs. You were swept into the crowd, losing sight of Myung-gi.
âY/N!â his voice rang out, cutting through the chaos.
You turned just in time to see him pushing through the mob, his eyes locked on you. He grabbed your arm, pulling you close. âYouâre with me,â he said firmly.
When two other players tried to join your group, Myung-gi stepped in front of you, his stance protective. âSure, get in,â he said smoothly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Once inside the safety of the numbered room, you slumped against the wall, your heart racing. âYou didnât have to do that,â you murmured.
âYes, I did,â he replied, his voice low. âYouâre not surviving this alone. Not on my watch.â
Back in the dormitory, you sat on the edge of a bunk, picking at the stale bread ration. Myung-gi approached, handing you his water bottle.
âDrink,â he ordered.
You frowned but accepted it. âWhy are you helping me?â you asked softly. âYou barely know me, we only have the history of being classmates.â
He didnât answer immediately, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Finally, he said, âBecause if you donât make it out of here, whatâs the point?â
You blinked, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. âMyung-giâŚâ
He waved a hand dismissively. âDonât get sappy on me. Just⌠stay close, alright? Donât trust anyone else. Theyâll stab you in the back the first chance they get.â
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. âThanks. For everything.â
He scoffed, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. âJust donât make me regret it.â
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Until you noticed me | OP81
đ summary âââââââ At a rooftop party, Y/N and Oscarâs friendship takes a turn when Oscarâs protective instincts reveal his deeper feelings.
đ pairing âââââââ Oscar Piastri x she!reader
đ word count âââââââ 2.8k
Y/N had always admired Oscar Piastri from a distance. They met through mutual friends less than a year ago, and since then, their paths seemed to cross more often than either of them anticipated. Whether it was casual hangouts, race weekends, or the odd late-night group chat, their friendship had grown naturally, albeit with an undertone of something neither dared to acknowledge.
Oscar was calm and collectedâa sharp contrast to her more adventurous, carefree personality. While she saw him as her ever-reliable friend, Oscar saw her as so much more. Heâd never admit it outright, but he found himself constantly drawn to her, whether it was to keep her safe or simply to bask in her radiant energy.
That night, they were at a rooftop party in London, celebrating the end of the racing season. The evening was cool but pleasant, and Y/N was mingling effortlessly, as she always did. Oscar, meanwhile, kept to the edges of the crowd, watching her with a quiet intensity.
She looked stunning, her laughter carrying over the music and conversation. But what caught Oscarâs attention wasnât just how beautiful she lookedâit was the way she seemed completely unaware of how many eyes followed her around the room. It was something he admired and found infuriating all at once.
He didnât notice the man until he was already standing too close to Y/N. At first, Oscar told himself to stay out of it. She could handle herself; she always did. But then the guy leaned in, his body language too pushy, and Y/Nâs smile faltered just slightly.
Oscar didnât think. He just acted.
He crossed the room quickly, his presence quiet but commanding. âY/N,â he said, his voice calm but firm, âbeen looking for you.â
She turned, relief flashing across her face. âOscar!â
Without hesitation, he slipped his arm around her waist, his hand resting protectively against her side. âMind if I steal her for a moment?â he asked the man, though his tone made it clear he wasnât actually asking.
The man hesitated, his confidence wavering under Oscarâs steady gaze. âSure, mate. No problem.â
As the guy walked away, Y/N looked up at Oscar, her lips curving into a small smile. âWhatâs this? My knight in shining armor?â
âJust making sure youâre okay,â he said, his hand lingering on her waist a second longer before he forced himself to let go.
She rolled her eyes playfully, though her heart fluttered at the intensity in his gaze. âI was fine, you know.â
âMaybe,â he replied, his tone light but his eyes serious. âBut I wasnât going to risk it.â
The party carried on, but Y/N found herself gravitating toward Oscar more than usual. They ended up sitting together on a quieter section of the rooftop, away from the music and crowd.
âYouâre always looking out for me,â she said, sipping her drink and glancing at him over the rim of her glass.
âSomeone has to,â he replied with a small smirk.
âIâm not that reckless,â she protested.
âY/N,â he said, raising an eyebrow, âyou climbed onto a railing at the last party just to âsee the view better.ââ
She laughed, nudging his arm. âOkay, fair. But you didnât have to pull me down like I was going to fall to my death.â
âDidnât I, though?â he teased, but his smile softened. âYouâre important to me, Y/N. Iâd rather be overprotective than regret not stepping in.â
Her laughter faded, and she studied him for a moment. âYou really mean that, donât you?â
âOf course I do,â he said, his voice quieter now. âI wouldnât be here if I didnât.â
Her cheeks warmed at his words, but she quickly brushed it off. âWell, I guess Iâm lucky to have you, huh?â
âYeah,â he murmured, his eyes locking with hers. âLucky.â
For a moment, the air between them shifted, the buzz of the party fading into the background. Y/N felt her pulse quicken under his gaze, but she quickly looked away, laughing nervously.
âDonât look at me like that,â she said, half-joking.
âLike what?â he asked, though his voice was lower now.
âLike... I donât know. Like that.â
Oscar tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. âMaybe youâre just imagining things.â
âMaybe,â she muttered, though her cheeks burned.
When the party ended, Oscar offered to drive her home, and she accepted without hesitation. The car ride was quiet at first, the city lights casting shadows across their faces as they drove.
âThanks for tonight,â she said softly, breaking the silence.
âAnytime,â he replied, glancing at her briefly before turning back to the road.
She hesitated, then added, âYou know, you didnât have to step in earlier. But... Iâm glad you did.â
He smirked, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. âYou said that already. Whatâs really on your mind?â
She bit her lip, debating whether to say what she was thinking. Finally, she turned to him. âYou care about me a lot, donât you?â
Oscarâs heart skipped a beat, but he kept his expression neutral. âIs that a trick question?â
âNo, Iâm serious,â she said, her voice softer now.
He sighed, pulling over to the side of the road. The car idled as he turned to face her. âYeah, I do. Probably more than I should.â
Her breath hitched at his confession, her eyes searching his. âWhy didnât you ever say anything?â
âBecause,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, âyouâre my friend. And I didnât want to risk losing you.â
Her heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand. âOscar...â
He shook his head, a small, self-deprecating smile on his lips. âItâs fine, Y/N. Iâve gotten pretty good at pretending.â
But before he could pull away, she leaned across the console, her lips pressing softly against his. It was tentative at first, but when he responded, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, it deepened into something more.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.
âYou donât have to pretend anymore,â she whispered, a small smile on her lips.
Oscar chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. âGood. Because I donât think I can.â
The drive resumed, but everything felt different now. The unspoken tension between them was finally gone, replaced by something much stronger. Neither of them knew what the future held, but for now, they were exactly where they wanted to be: with each other.
The air in the car was charged now, thick with emotions neither of them had fully voiced until this moment. Oscarâs hand rested on the gear shift, but his focus was entirely on Y/N, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
He cleared his throat, his voice low and steady. âAre you sure about this? About me?â
Y/N tilted her head, studying him. âWhy do you always do that?â
âDo what?â
âQuestion yourself,â she said softly, reaching over to rest her hand on his forearm. âOscar, youâre one of the best people I know. You donât have to doubt how I feel about you.â
He blinked, her words hitting him like a jolt. âItâs just... Iâve thought about this so many times,â he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. âBut I always convinced myself it was impossible. That Iâd ruin everything if I said how I felt.â
âYouâre not ruining anything,â she said firmly, her fingers squeezing his arm. âIf anything, Iâm the one whoâs been blind to whatâs right in front of me.â
Oscar let out a small, shaky laugh, his hand moving to cover hers. âSo... where does that leave us?â
She smiled, leaning back slightly, but her gaze remained locked on his. âThat depends. Are you planning to keep pretending this didnât happen, or are you ready to actually do something about it?â
The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smirk, his confidence growing. âYouâre really not going to make this easy for me, are you?â
âWhy should I?â she teased, though her tone was warm.
When they arrived at her apartment, neither of them made a move to get out of the car right away. The street was quiet, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of the engine and the occasional distant car passing by.
Oscar turned to her, his expression serious but tender. âCan I come up? Just to talk, I mean,â he added quickly, though the intensity in his gaze suggested there was more to his request.
Y/N smiled softly. âYou donât have to overthink it, Oscar. Come on.â
Inside her apartment, the atmosphere shifted again. The cozy warmth of her living room contrasted with the tension still lingering between them. Y/N kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag onto the couch, turning to find Oscar standing near the doorway, his hands in his pockets, looking almost shy.
âYou can sit, you know,â she said, her voice light.
He smiled, stepping further inside and sitting on the couch, his eyes following her as she moved around the room. She grabbed two glasses of water from the kitchen and handed him one, sitting beside him on the couch.
For a moment, they just sat there, the silence filled with unspoken thoughts. Finally, Oscar set his glass down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. âI meant what I said earlier. About how much you mean to me.â
âI know,â she said softly, her hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder. âAnd Iâm sorry it took me so long to see it. To see you.â
He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers. âYou donât have to apologize. You didnât know.â
âBut I should have,â she said, her voice tinged with regret. âYouâve been there for me through everything, Oscar. And now that I think about it, youâve always been more than just a friend to me. I was just too scared to admit it, even to myself.â
He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek gently. âYou donât have to be scared anymore.â
She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them, he was still watching her, his gaze filled with a mix of love and desire that made her heart race.
âOscar,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
âYeah?â he murmured, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone.
âKiss me again,â she said, her voice steady now.
He didnât need to be told twice. Leaning in, his lips captured hers in a kiss that was deeper and more passionate than the one in the car. This time, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer as her fingers tangled in his hair.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.
âIâve wanted to do that for so long,â he admitted, his voice husky.
âMe too,â she confessed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of his neck.
Oscar chuckled softly, his hands tightening slightly on her waist. âSo, what now?â
She grinned, her eyes sparkling. âI think we take it one step at a time. But Iâm not letting you go, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âGood,â he said, his tone serious. âBecause Iâm not going anywhere.â
The night stretched on, the two of them talking, laughing, and sharing moments that had been building for months. As they curled up together on the couch, the weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted, both of them knowing theyâd found something worth holding onto.
The soft glow of the living room lamps cast warm shadows on their faces as Oscar and Y/N stayed wrapped in each other's presence. The tension from earlier had dissolved into something more intimateâa quiet understanding that they were finally on the same page.
Y/Nâs head rested against Oscarâs shoulder, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest as they lay sprawled across the couch. The television played in the background, but neither of them paid it much attention.
âYou know,â Y/N started, her voice playful but soft, âI always wondered why youâd get so worked up every time I did something remotely reckless. I just thought you were overly cautious.â
Oscar smirked, his fingers brushing through her hair. âYou think climbing rooftops and arguing with strangers is remotely reckless?â
She laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest. âOkay, maybe a little more than remotely. But now it all makes sense. Youâve been secretly in love with me this whole time.â
His smirk turned into a sheepish grin. âIt wasnât exactly a secret, Y/N.â
She tilted her head to look at him, her brows furrowing in mock disbelief. âWhat do you mean?â
âEveryone knew,â he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. âLando teased me about it constantly. Even your friends dropped hints.â
Her eyes widened in shock. âWaitâwhat? My friends knew?â
Oscar chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest on her waist. âApparently, Iâm not as subtle as I thought.â
Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands. âOh my god, Iâm the clueless one in this scenario, arenât I?â
âYou said it, not me,â Oscar teased, gently pulling her hands away from her face. âBut I didnât mind. I figured youâd notice eventually.â
She sighed, her cheeks still warm from embarrassment. âWell, youâre a lot more patient than I wouldâve been.â
Oscarâs expression softened, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. âYou were worth the wait, though.â
Her breath hitched at the sincerity in his voice, her heart swelling as she looked into his eyes. She leaned up to kiss him again, this one slower and more deliberate, her hands cradling his face.
As the kiss deepened, Oscarâs hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until she was straddling him. The shift in position sent a shiver down her spine, the closeness between them sparking something electric.
âYouâre playing with fire,â he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with desire.
âMaybe I like the heat,â she whispered back, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
Oscar groaned softly, his grip on her tightening. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
âAnd yet, here you are,â she quipped, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
His hands slid up her back, his touch firm but careful. âYou have no idea what you do to me.â
âWhy donât you show me?â she challenged, her tone bold but breathless.
Oscarâs eyes darkened, his restraint teetering as he captured her lips again, this time with more urgency. His hands roamed, exploring the curve of her hips and the small of her back. She melted into him, her own hands tangling in his hair as their kisses grew more heated.
Somehow, they found themselves in her bedroom, their breaths ragged as they tumbled onto the bed. Oscar hovered over her, his gaze searching hers for any hesitation.
âTell me to stop if this is too much,â he said, his voice soft but firm.
She cupped his face, her eyes locking with his. âI donât want you to stop. Iâve wanted this for so long, Oscar.â
That was all the reassurance he needed. He kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her body with a mix of passion and reverence. Every touch, every kiss, was unhurried, as if he was savoring every second of this moment theyâd both been waiting for.
Y/N arched into him, her fingers trailing over the muscles of his back. âYouâre driving me crazy,â she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and desire.
âGood,â he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he kissed down the column of her neck.
The night unfolded with a tenderness that spoke of more than just physical connection. It was about the months of unspoken feelings, the silent yearning that had built up between them. Every touch, every word, was a culmination of everything theyâd held back for so long.
Later, as they lay tangled together under the covers, Y/N rested her head on Oscarâs chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin.
âYou know this changes everything, right?â she murmured.
Oscar tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âIt doesnât have to change anything we donât want it to. Except now, I get to kiss you whenever I want.â
She smiled, tilting her head to look up at him. âIs that so?â
âMm-hmm,â he said, leaning down to steal another kiss.
Y/N sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him. âI can live with that.â
Oscar chuckled, his voice warm and full of affection. âGood. Because Iâm not letting you go, Y/N. Not now, not ever.â
As the night stretched into early morning, the two of them drifted off to sleep in each otherâs arms, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, theyâd face them together. For the first time, everything felt exactly as it should.
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sylus x fem.reader | non.mc
obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @milkandstarlight
warnings: unedited; semi-public s-x.
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the boutique located in the n109 zone that sylus had taken you to was surrounded by dozens of high class women; those who were born with a silver spoon in their hands. now, being an average woman, you didnât get to experience the luxuries of such a life until much later (the moment you fell in love with sylus as he swore to give you not only his heart, but anything and everything you desired as well.)
which was why you were here to begin with. even as you browsed the cute trinkets and jewelry from the store, you could feel the clerkâs eyes glaring daggers into you. not only were you receiving dark looks, but all the other employees were actively ignoring you, choosing instead to sink their claws into your lover as their saccharine voice asked if he needed any help.
âno, iâm fine, but my girlfriend could use some assistance.â
you momentarily bask in their crestfallen expression, watching as they tossed aside their curled hair before marching over to you. you had not even spoken a single word when the catty employee leans in to harshly whisper in your ear, âsorry, but i believe these cute jewels are just way too expensive for the likes of you. after all, having you wear our brand would be such a disgrace.â
as swiftly as she came, she stomps away from you, her laughter echoing throughout the store as she went to gossip with her coworkers over what had just transpired. manicured nails point at you, as their hushed whispers openly mocked you as they spoke about how unfit you were to be with mr. sylus.
grateful that sylus was entirely focused on the contents of his phone, you decided to get a tiny bit of revenge by hatching an almost diabolical plan. instead of looking at the various rings and necklaces, you cling onto sylusâs arms and point toward the direction of the section that housed all of the lingeries.
âwalk me over there?â you point a finger over at where the various lingeries were on display, watching as sylusâs eyebrows go up in amusement.
âmy, i wanted to take you here in order to help treat yourself. i didnât think that i would receive a treat as well, little dove.â
you tried to appear as innocuous as possible, jutting your lips out into a pretty pout as you pulled sylus along. âbut of course, iâm always willing to spoil you, sy.â
with sylus practically following you around (like a lost puppy), you have him talk to the lady manning the fitting rooms, asking him to get a key for one of the rooms as you made your selection alone. giving you a chaste kiss, he obeys your command and leaves you to your own devices-
which was exactly what you wanted to happen.
your eyes scan the various lingeries, searching for the perfect one that would set sylus off-
and within mere minutes, you found one.
the material of the flimsy piece left little to the imagination, and you could just picture the way your perky nipples would strain against such pretty lace while wrapping the most intimate part of you in ribbons-
this is the one.
folding the lingerie, you head towards the fitting rooms, seeing sylus waiting for you as he handed you the key. blowing him a kiss, you sweetly ask him to wait for you before locking yourself into the single room. taking a moment to admire such a spacious area, you muse to yourself at how this place felt like a totally different world before getting to work. putting your purse aside, you hurriedly shimmy out of your clothes, making sure you were bare before sliding on the lingerie, feeling the silk fabric fit your form to perfection. admiring yourself in the mirror, you put on a fresh coat of lip gloss while fixing your hair-
ready for sylus to make his move.
you open the door, standing seductively against it while whispering sylusâs name. he looks away from his phone, meeting your sultry gaze as his eyes widened with shock. crimson irises were felt raking down your form, making you giggle.
âlike what you see, sy?â
yet the onychinus leader doesnât answer you, choosing instead to march into your fitting room while slamming the door shut. âdo i like what i see? kitten, you are absolutely divine.â you feel the way his powerful hands wrap around your waist before picking you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as you felt the way his clothed erection strained against you-
making you break out into a grin when you realized you had him; hook, line, and sinker.
he presses his hot lips press against the base of your throat when he pins you against the wall, ready to slide off your lingerie when you stopped him. âno⌠i want to keep this pretty lace on, just for you, sy.â
a low growl escapes from sylus, and you felt him lower his large hand between your legs before moving the ribbons that cover your center off to the side. with a gasp, you felt his large finger slowly drive itself into your wet heat before making a pumping motion. âyouâre driving me crazy, love.â
hiding his face within the curve of your neck, sylus continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, drawing out breathy moans that seemed to echo throughout the boutique. with your arms wrapped around his neck, you gently grind your cunt against his fingertips while whispering in his ear, âdo i feel good, wrapped around your fingers like this?â
a broken groan was heard coming from sylus when he removed his now soaked fingers out of your core, licking them clean briefly before adjusting his hold on you. he presses your chest against the walls now, making you gasp when you heard the shifting of fabric coming from behind you.
even when you werenât able to see him, you could feel him- the sensation of hot velvet pressing against your soaked cunt before slowly sheathing itself inside of you. your gasps quickly morph into moans when sylus began to pound his cock into you, literally fucking you into the wall.
âiâm so fucking obsessed with you.â his hot whispers were all you could hear, feeling sylus press lingering kisses against your damp skin. you felt each new angle of his cock slamming back into you, causing a new wave of pleasure to hit you each time as your walls eagerly take in every inch he had to offer.
somehow, you were able to find your voice, begging him to turn you around. âl-let me look at you, sy⌠i want to see you as i fall apart for you.â
a low hiss was heard as sylus bites down against the lobe of your ear, heeding your command when he hurriedly pulls out of you. the sudden loss of him causes you to sob in response, with sylus gripping at your waist before allowing your back to meet the wall once more. settling himself between your thighs, sylus doesnât waste another second when he completely impales his cock back into you.
your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, coaxing your lover to go even deeper as you felt your breasts bounce with his every movement. not even caring that you were not alone while in the midst of this expensive boutique, you allow your moans and his grunts to echo throughout the space, your back arching when you felt the way your walls sweetly wrapped around sylusâs cock before milking him for all he was worth.
spurts of his seed were felt escaping your walls as they stained at the lace and ribbons of the lingerie, with sylus letting out a content grunt. his hips sloppily thrust into you, making sure he was completely emptied before resting his weight against your shoulder. by now, you were both panting, feeling the sweat run down your respective forms as sylus pressed a lingering kiss against your shoulder.
keeping your hips still, sylus gently pulls out of you, and you moan when you felt the evidence of your respective release further stain the lingerie. sylus takes a step back, admiring how he had completely wrecked you and the flimsy fabric with an appreciative hum. as he adjusts himself (placing his softened cock back into the confines of his boxers), you watch as he zips up his pants before gathering your crumpled clothes from the ground.
not even allowing you to remove the utterly ruined lingerie, sylus helps you put on your clothes while pocketing your panties. once your blouse was on, you watch as sylus shoves your bra into the confines of your purse, hands automatically going around your waist as he presses a lingering kiss on your temple.
âkeep that purchase on you; iâll pay for it as we walk out- iâm far from being done with you, kitten.â
unlocking the door to the fitting room, sylus grabs the key and his wallet, coming face to face with a now blushing woman that had a wide eyed gaze. he tosses a few bills at her as payment for your latest purchase all while giving your backside a firm smack!
as you both walk out of the boutique, you basked in everyoneâs shocked expression (red face and all!) while showing them your own, victorious smile-
having the leader of onychinus as your lover meant that you would always have free reign to do whatever you wished to do (since everyone feared him and would never wish to go against him), and even if you werenât born with the world given to you on a silver platter-
sylus was all too willing to fix that and make it a reality for you.
end notes: so i had a n a u g h t y daydream earlier and decided to make it a r e a l i t y⌠(⺣âĄâşŁ)âĄ
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
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The Weight Of Love And Loss - Last Part
Alexia Putellas x Reader - Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight
The weeks after your dinner with Alexia passed in a way that felt both impossibly fast and profoundly significant. What started as sporadic meetups soon became a natural part of your routine again. Lunches, dinners, walks with Myloâeach moment you spent together was layered with the quiet, tentative hope of rebuilding something once lost.
But this time, it was different. There were no unspoken words, no lingering shadows of past pain that hung over your interactions. It felt lighter, freer. Both of you had done the work to heal individually, and now, you were finding your way back to each other with a sense of purpose and clarity you hadnât had before.
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Lunches were the first tradition to take root.
Alexia would often text you during the day, her messages a mix of playfulness and genuine interest in your day:
âLunch break soon? Thereâs a cafĂŠ that does amazing croquetas. My treat?â
âYou need a break from the office grind. Let me kidnap you for an hour.â
And each time, youâd meet her at some tucked-away spot sheâd discovered. Whether it was a vibrant tapas bar or a quiet courtyard cafĂŠ, the settings always felt intimate, as if the world was just a backdrop to your conversations.
Dinners, on the other hand, carried a weight of their own.
One evening, Alexia had taken you to a small Italian restaurant sheâd raved about. The soft glow of candles illuminated her face, and as she leaned across the table to tell you a story about her teammatesâ latest antics, you found yourself mesmerized by her all over again.
âYouâre not even listening,â she teased, catching you staring.
You blinked, cheeks flushing. âSorry, youâre justâŚdistracting.â
Her smile in response was enough to make your heart race.
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Mylo, of course, had become Alexiaâs biggest fan.
Every time she showed up at your door, heâd go into a frenzy, barking and wagging his tail so hard it was a wonder he didnât topple over.
âOkay, okay, Iâm here,â Alexia would laugh, crouching to let him jump on her. âDid you miss me, little guy?â
âHe likes you more than me,â youâd joke, but deep down, you loved seeing how easily she connected with him.
Your walks often took you through the park, Mylo leading the way as you and Alexia strolled side by side. The conversations ranged from light banter to deeper reflections on life, and with every word, you felt the bond between you grow stronger.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Alexia turned to you with a soft smile.
âI missed this,â she admitted. âJustâŚbeing with you.â
Your heart swelled at her words, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to fully believe that what you were building with her now could be even better than before.
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Alexia had invited you to one of her matches and youâd agreed without hesitation.
Seeing her back on the pitch after everything sheâd been through was nothing short of inspiring. From the moment she stepped onto the field, she was a force of natureâcommanding, confident, and utterly in her element.
You watched her with a mix of admiration and pride, clapping and cheering with every move she made. When the final whistle blew and her team secured a victory, you felt a swell of joy that had nothing to do with the game itself.
After the match, Alexia came to find you in the friends and family section. She spotted you immediately, her face breaking into a wide grin. Without a second thought, she hopped over the barrier, landing gracefully on the other side.
âYou were amazing,â you told her as she pulled you into a hug.
Her arms lingered around you a moment longer than necessary. âIt means so much to have you here,â she said softly.
Later that night, you joined her and her teammates at a bar to celebrate. Though the lively atmosphere wasnât usually your scene, Alexia made it worth it. The two of you sat together in a corner booth, laughing and talking as if the rest of the world didnât exist.
When you told her you wanted to head home, Alexia didnât hesitate to offer to walk you.
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It was late by the time you reached your building, the city quiet save for the occasional sound of passing cars.
âDo you want to come in for a drink?â you asked, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself.
Alexia nodded. âIâd like that.â
Inside, Mylo greeted you both with his usual excitement, his tail wagging furiously as Alexia knelt to greet him.
âYouâre such a good boy,â she cooed, scratching behind his ears.
You grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and the two of you settled on the couch. The conversation flowed easily, the wine loosening your inhibitions just enough to let the words come freely.
At some point, the distance between you disappeared. Alexia shifted closer, her arm brushing against yours as she turned to face you.
âIâve missed this,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper. âIâve missed you.â
You looked into her eyes, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then, she leaned in.
The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if she were afraid you might pull away. But you didnât. Instead, you kissed her back, your hands finding their way to her face as the world around you faded away.
When you finally pulled back, Alexiaâs cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining with emotion.
âI still love you,â she admitted, her voice trembling. âI know I messed up before, but I want to fix this. I want us to have another chance.â
Her words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable.
You took a deep breath, your heart pounding. âLexâŚâ You paused, searching for the right words. âI never stopped loving you.â
Her face lit up with a smile, and before you could say anything else, she pulled you into another kiss.
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That night marked the start of something new. You and Alexia werenât just picking up where you left offâyou were building something stronger, something rooted in the lessons youâd both learned during your time apart.
She became a constant presence in your life again, not just as a partner but as someone who truly understood you in a way no one else ever had.
And as the weeks turned into months, you found yourself falling even deeper in love with herâproof that sometimes, the best things in life are worth fighting for.
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The End.
Oh my gosh, I loved writing this story so much. I hope you enjoyed it too.
Happy New Year, everyone!!
#alexia putellas x reader#woso community#barca femeni#alexia putellas fanfic#alexia x reader#alexia putellas#woso fics#woso#woso x reader
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YN is a struggling student, focusing on being a student and a having a job to sustain his daily necessities.
One night his classmates asked if he wanted to go to the club with them, he agreed and brought his girlfriend with him.
As soon as they arrived YN caught the eye of a girl from the VIP section, the girl called one of her bodyguards and instructed the guard to come to YN's table and invite him over, but YN disagreed. As soon as the girl heard that he disagreed she told the guard to invite both YN and his girlfriend to the VIP table.
YN reluctantly agreed because his girlfriend kept pushing him to agree, once they arrived at the VIP table the girl introduced herself saying her name was Giselle. Giselle offered them free drinks and they accepted it.
As the night goes on Giselle suddenly made an offer to the couple, "I'll give you $50,000 if you let me spend the night with YN".
YN immediately declined but his girlfriend said to think it through saying that they both need the money, After a while YN reluctantly agreed.
After that Giselle took YN to her penthouse and spent the night having some fun. But the next day Giselle couldn't have enough of him and decided to just buy YN off his girlfriend.
Making Your Boyfriend Mine.
GISELLE X MALE READER
Tags : Cheating, Reverse NTR, Cowgirl, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Lots of Kissing, Seductive, Dangerous Romance
3,7k Words
The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating in YNâs chest as he sipped his watered-down drink. His girlfriend, Mia, swayed beside him, her laughter blending with the music. She looked stunning tonightâher dress clinging to her curves, her hair catching the strobe lights in a way that made it shimmer like liquid gold. But YN couldnât shake the weight of exhaustion pressing on him. Between classes and his part-time job at the diner, he was running on fumes. He only agreed to come tonight because Mia had begged him, saying they needed to "live a little."
Across the room, he caught her gazeâa woman in the VIP section, surrounded by bodyguards and bathed in an aura of power. She was unlike anyone heâd ever seen. Her dark eyes locked onto his, unblinking, like a predator sizing up its prey. He felt naked under her stare, even from across the crowded floor.
Sheâs looking right at me, he thought, quickly averting his eyes. But it was too late. A burly man in a black suit was already making his way toward their table.
YNâs heart skipped a beat. The man leaned down, his voice low but commanding. "Miss Giselle would like you to join her at her table."
YN froze. "Who?" he asked, though he already knew who she was. The woman in the VIP section hadnât stopped watching him.
"Giselle," the man repeated, nodding toward the booth. "Sheâs⌠insistent."
"No thanks," YN said firmly, gripping Miaâs hand under the table. "Weâre good here."
But Miaâs eyes lit up with curiosity. "Are you serious? Thatâs Giselle? The Giselle? She owns half the city!" She turned to the bodyguard, practically bouncing in her seat. "Tell her weâll be right over."
"Miaâ" YN started, but she cut him off.
"Oh, come on! Itâs not every day someone like her invites us to sit with her. We canât say no!"
Before he could protest further, they were being ushered to the VIP section. Giselle sat at the center of the booth, her legs crossed elegantly, a glass of champagne in her hand. Up close, she was even more strikingâher sharp cheekbones, her full lips painted a deep red, her presence commanding the space around her like a queen holding court.
"Welcome," she purred, gesturing for them to sit. "Iâm Giselle. And you areâŚ?"
"YN," he said stiffly, sliding into the booth. "And this is my girlfriend, Mia."
Giselleâs lips curved into a slow smile. "Charming," she said, her gaze lingering on YN a moment too long before shifting to Mia. "Youâre a lucky woman."
Mia giggled nervously, clearly starstruck. "Thank you. This is⌠wow. I mean, Iâve heard so much about you."
"All good things, I hope," Giselle said with a laugh, signaling for the waiter to bring them drinks. "Please, relax. Enjoy yourselves."
YN tried to keep his guard up, but the free drinks kept coming, and the conversation flowed surprisingly easily. Giselle was witty, charming, and disarmingly direct. She asked about their lives, their dreams, their struggles. By the time the third round of drinks arrived, YN found himself actually enjoying the conversation.
But then Giselle leaned forward, her expression turning serious. "Listen," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Iâll cut to the chase. I want to make you an offer. A very⌠generous one."
YN frowned, sensing where this was going. "What kind of offer?"
Her eyes flicked to Mia, then back to him. "Fifty thousand dollars. Tonight. All I ask in return is⌠you."
YNâs jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
Mia choked on her drink, her wide eyes darting between them. "Wait, what do you mean âyouâ?"
Giselle smiled, unfazed. "I want YN to spend the night with me. Just one night. Fifty thousand dollars. No strings attached. Think of it as⌠a business transaction."
YN shook his head immediately. "No. Absolutely not."
But Mia hesitated. "Wait, just⌠hang on. Thatâs a lot of money. We could pay off your student loans, get a better apartmentâŚ"
"Mia," YN said sharply, his stomach knotting with disbelief. "You canât seriously be considering this."
"Iâm just saying, we should think about it," she insisted, her voice pleading. "Itâs one night. And itâs fifty thousand dollars. Do you know how much that could change our lives?"
YN stared at her, his mind racing. Is she really asking me to do this? To cheat on her? But the desperation in her eyes was unmistakable. Theyâd been struggling for so longâworking themselves to the bone just to scrape by. Could he really say no to something that could fix everything?
Reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine. One night."
Giselleâs smile widened, triumph flashing in her eyes. "Perfect. Shall we get out of here?"
The penthouse was opulent beyond anything YN could have imagined. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, the lights twinkling like stars. But he barely noticed any of it. His mind was a whirlwind of guilt, anxiety, and a strange, unwanted excitement.
Giselle stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his jaw. "Relax," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "Youâre not going to regret this."
He swallowed hard, his body tense. "This doesnât feel right."
"Doesnât it?" she teased, her lips grazing his ear. "Or does it feel⌠inevitable?"
Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. She pressed herself against him, her body molding to his with a practiced ease. Before he could protest again, her lips were on his, soft and demanding, stealing his breath away.
God, she knows what sheâs doing, he thought, his resolve crumbling under her skillful hands. She guided him to the bed, her movements deliberate, unhurried. She straddled him, her dress sliding off her shoulders to reveal flawless skin.
"Let go," she whispered, her voice a command. "Just let me take care of you."
And he did. He let her push him down, let her hands roam his body, let her mouth trail kisses down his chest. She took control, moving with a confidence that left him powerless to resist. When she finally sank onto him, her warmth enveloping him completely, he couldnât hold back the moan that escaped his lips.
She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drove him wild. Then she shifted, flipping onto her knees in reverse cowgirl, showing off her perfect form. The sight alone was enough to make him ache.
"Youâre mine tonight," she purred, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Every inch of you."
YN gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as she picked up the pace. His mind was a blur of pleasure and guilt, the lines between right and wrong blurring with every thrust. She was relentless, bringing him to the edge only to pull back, teasing him until he was desperate for release.
"Beg for it," she demanded, her voice husky with desire.
He didnât hesitate. "Please," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Please, Giselle, I need you."
She laughed softly, a sound that sent another wave of heat through him. "Good boy," she said, finally letting him tip over the edge.
The next morning, YN woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and Giselle perched on the edge of the bed, already dressed and composed.
"Morning," she said, handing him a cup of coffee. "Sleep well?"
He rubbed his face, the events of the night rushing back. "Uh⌠yeah. I guess."
She smirked, clearly amused by his discomfort. "Good. Because I want to talk to you about something."
He tensed, bracing himself for whatever she was about to say.
"Last night was⌠incredible," she admitted, her tone casual. "But I donât think one night was enough. So I have a new offer for you."
YNâs stomach twisted. "What kind of offer?"
She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Iâll buy you from Mia. Permanently."
YNâs breath hitched as Giselleâs words hung in the air. âBuy me?â he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of her proposal pressed against his chest, making it hard to think straight.
Giselle smirked, her confidence unwavering. She leaned back on the plush sofa, crossing her legs with an elegant grace that somehow made him feel even smaller. âYes, buy you,â she confirmed, her tone cool and collected. âIâm not one to settle for temporary arrangements. I want you. All of you.â
He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Giselle stood up, closing the distance between them in a few effortless strides. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine. âYouâre special, YN,â she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. âLast night proved that. And I donât plan on letting someone like you slip away so easily.â
Her touch was intoxicating, but guilt gnawed at him. He pulled away slightly, his mind racing. âI⌠I need to talk to Mia first,â he stammered, his voice trembling.
Giselleâs expression darkened, but only for a moment. She smiled knowingly, stepping back. âOf course,â she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. âTake your time. But remember, I donât wait forever.â
YN left her penthouse feeling like he was walking through a fog. His thoughts were a jumbled mess as he made his way back to his and Miaâs tiny apartment. When he stepped inside, Mia was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes narrowed as soon as she saw him.
âWhere have you been?â she demanded, her tone sharp.
YN hesitated, his stomach twisting into knots. âWe need to talk,â he said quietly, avoiding her gaze.
Miaâs expression softened slightly, but suspicion lingered in her eyes. âTalk about what?â she asked, her voice cautious.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. âGiselle⌠she made another offer. She wants to buy me. Permanently.â
Miaâs eyes widened in shock, but then a strange look crossed her faceâsomething akin to consideration. âAnd? What did you say?â she asked, her voice surprisingly calm.
YN frowned, confused by her reaction. âI didnât say anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first. Mia, this is crazy. We canât justââ
âWhy not?â she interrupted, her voice rising. âSheâs offering us $50,000, YN! Do you know how much that would help us? We could pay off our debts, finally get out of this dumpââ
âSo youâre okay with selling me off like some kind of property?â he shot back, his voice filled with disbelief.
Mia sighed, running a hand through her hair. âItâs not like that, YN. This is just⌠practical. We both need the money. And itâs not like youâd hate it. You seemed pretty into her last night.â
Her words cut deeper than he expected. âThatâs not the point,â he protested, his voice breaking. âI didnât want to cheat on you, Mia. I only agreed because you pushed me to!â
Miaâs expression hardened. âOh, so now itâs my fault? Donât act like you didnât enjoy it, YN. I saw the way you looked at her.â
YN felt like the walls were closing in around him. âThis isnât fair,â he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Mia crossed her arms over her chest, her resolve unshakable. âLife isnât fair, YN. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. And if this is what it takes for us to get ahead, then so be it.â
His heart shattered at her words. He had always thought Mia loved him, but now he wasnât so sure. âFine,â he said bitterly, his voice cold. âIf thatâs what you want, then Iâll go. But donât expect me to come back.â
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out the door, leaving Mia staring after him in stunned silence.
The streets blurred as YN walked aimlessly, his mind numb. He didnât know where else to go, so eventually, he found himself standing outside Giselleâs penthouse again. Before he could second-guess himself, he knocked on the door.
Giselle opened it almost immediately, as if she had been expecting him. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, but then they softened as she took in his disheveled appearance.
âYou look terrible,â she said gently, stepping aside to let him in.
YN didnât respond. He couldnât. He just walked past her, his shoulders slumped.
Giselle closed the door behind him, her expression thoughtful. âDid you talk to Mia?â she asked, her voice carefully neutral.
He nodded, still unable to speak. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let them fall.
Giselle approached him slowly, her movements deliberate. She reached out and cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. âIâm sorry,â she murmured, her voice sincere. âBut you made the right choice.â
He wanted to argue, to tell her that he hadnât chosen anything, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he simply nodded, too exhausted to fight anymore.
Giselle smiled softly, her thumb brushing against his cheek. âLet me take care of you,â she whispered, her tone soothing. âYou donât have to think about anything else. Just be here, with me.â
Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, and despite himself, he felt a flicker of warmth in his chest. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss. It was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the passion of the previous night.
But then, something shifted. Giselle deepened the kiss, her hands moving to grip his waist. YNâs body responded instinctively, his own hands tangling in her hair as their kisses grew more fervent.
She pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy. âI want you to forget about her,â she murmured, her voice low and commanding. âForget about everything except for me.â
YNâs heart raced as Giselle led him to the bedroom, her touch igniting a fire within him. She pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a predatory grace that made his breath catch.
Her hands roamed over his body, removing his clothes with practiced ease. She leaned down, her lips trailing along his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. âYouâre mine now, YN,â she whispered against his skin, her voice possessive. âAnd Iâm going to make sure you never regret it.â
He gasped as she positioned herself above him, her heat pressing against his length. She lowered herself onto him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully buried inside her.
Giselle moaned softly, her head falling back as she began to move, rocking her hips in a rhythm that drove him wild. Her nails dug into his chest, marking him as hers. âFeel good?â she purred, her voice teasing.
YN could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as pleasure coursed through him. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements, wantingâneedingâto feel more.
She leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a searing kiss as she increased her pace. Her breasts pressed against his chest, driving him closer to the edge. âCum for me, YN,â she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
He obeyed without hesitation, his release washing over him in waves. Giselle followed shortly after, her body shuddering as she cried out his name.
As they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, Giselle stroked his hair, her touch gentle. âIâll never hurt you like she did,â she promised, her voice soft but firm. âYouâre mine now. And Iâll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.â
YN didnât respond. He just closed his eyes, letting her words sink in. For better or worse, his life had changed forever. And as much as it scared him, part of him felt relieved, knowing that Giselle would never leave him.
She kissed his forehead, her lips lingering against his skin. âSleep now,â she murmured. âTomorrow is a new beginning.â
The next morning, Giselle woke YN with a soft kiss on his lips. He stirred, blinking awake to find her already dressed, her hair perfectly styled, and that confident smirk playing on her face. âGood morning, my love,â she purred, her voice dripping with possessiveness. YN sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, still trying to process the whirlwind of the last 24 hours.
âMorning,â he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. Giselle sat beside him on the bed, her fingers brushing against his cheek. âI have something special planned for today,â she said, her tone teasing. âBut first, we need to make sure youâre truly mine.â
YN didnât have time to respond before she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands roamed his body, waking every nerve with a fire that made him forget everything else. They tangled together once more, their bodies moving in sync as if theyâd been lovers for years. Giselle took control, guiding him with a mix of dominance and tenderness that left YN breathless.
When it was over, they lay there, skin pressed together, hearts racing. Giselle propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. âYouâre perfect,â she whispered, tracing a finger along his jawline. âAnd now youâre mineâcompletely.â
Later that evening, Giselle led YN into the VIP room of the same club where their story had begun. She walked with purpose, her arm looped through his, her heels clicking against the polished floor. When they entered, Mia was already there, sitting in the corner, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Giselleâs smirk widened as she guided YN to the plush sofa in the center of the room, seating him beside her like a prized possession.
Mia looked up, her heart breaking as she saw YN sitting so close to Giselle, their bodies almost touching. Giselle reached out, playfully tousling YNâs hair, her fingers lingering against his scalp. âIsnât he just adorable?â she cooed, her voice loud enough for Mia to hear.
YN shifted uncomfortably, but Giselleâs grip tightened, keeping him in place. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to make Miaâs stomach twist. âThank you for giving him to me,â Giselle said sweetly, her gaze flickering to Mia. âHeâs exactly what Iâve been looking for.â
Mia clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face. âHow could you do this, YN?â she choked out, her voice trembling. YN opened his mouth to respond, but Giselle silenced him with a finger to his lips.
âOh, donât blame him,â she said, her tone mockingly sympathetic. âHeâs just being practical. After all, $50,000 is a lot of money. And now⌠well, letâs just say heâs landed in much better hands.â
Giselle turned back to YN, her eyes softening as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a sleek black diamond ring. âThis is for you,â she said, sliding it onto his finger. âA little something to remind you who you belong to.â
YN stared at the ring, the weight of it heavier than the metal itself. It felt like a shackle, binding him to Giselle in a way he couldnât escape. Giselle smiled, clearly pleased with his reaction. âThere. Now everyone will know youâre taken.â
Mia stood abruptly, unable to take any more. âI canât watch this,â she whispered, her voice barely audible. But Giselle wasnât done yet.
âOh, donât leave,â she called out, her tone light and teasing. âWe wouldnât want you to miss the best part.â With a wave of her hand, she signaled to one of her bodyguards, who quickly closed the doors to the VIP room, locking Mia inside.
Giselle giggled, the sound high and melodic, as she turned back to YN. âNow, where were we?â she murmured, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Her hands wandered, exploring his body with practiced ease, while YN found himself unable to resist her touch.
Mia sank back into her seat, her sobs muffled by her hands. She couldnât tear her eyes away, even as the sight of YN with Giselle shattered her heart into pieces. Giselle pulled back from the kiss, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she glanced over at Mia. âPathetic,â she muttered under her breath before returning her attention to YN.
âLetâs give her something to remember,â Giselle whispered into YNâs ear, her breath hot against his skin. Before he could protest, she straddled him, her dress riding up as she settled into his lap. YNâs hands instinctively went to her hips, gripping her tightly as she began to move against him.
Mia covered her ears, trying to block out the sounds that filled the room, but it was no use. Every moan, every gasp, every whispered word from Giselle burned into her memory. Giselleâs laughter echoed in the air, dark and triumphant, as she claimed YN in the most intimate way possible.
When it was over, Giselle stayed in YNâs lap for a moment longer, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She kissed him once more, slow and deliberate, before finally getting to her feet.
She straightened her dress and turned to Mia, her expression cold and unflinching. âYou should go now,â she said, her voice devoid of any warmth. âYouâve seen enough.â
Mia nodded numbly, stumbling toward the door. One of the bodyguards opened it for her, and she stepped out into the club, the noise and lights overwhelming after the intensity of the VIP room.
As the door closed behind her, Giselle turned back to YN, her smile returning. âFinally,â she said, sighing contentedly. âNow we can focus on us.â
She sat beside him again, snuggling close as she played with the black diamond ring on his finger. âDonât worry, darling,â she whispered, her voice soothing. âIâll take care of you. Always.â
YN didnât respond. He just stared at the ring, the weight of it heavy on his hand. His life was irrevocably changed, and there was no going back. As Giselle rested her head on his shoulder, he closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
âForever,â she added, her voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre mine forever.â
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shopping headcanons!
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ship: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 765
authors note: light hearted hcâs since ive been writing a lot of hurt/comfort. next fic is gonna be a little painful, so im giving a fluff offering before that! this one was really fun to write :) no warnings!! this was inspired by my recent shopping trip lolol, enjoy!
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shopping with bucky wasnât easy. the few times you convinced him to go with you, he stayed a little grumpy throughout the trip. he mostly went to keep you safe, to watch you while you were in the zone. the times he didnât go, he constantly checked your location, similar to a worried mother. when you came home, he would pepper kisses around you, exhaling in relief that you came home safely.
when shopping for groceries, he spent most of the time scoffing at the prices. almost as if on command, he would say, âback in my day, milk was a quarterâ, or something of that nature. that always made you giggle and roll your eyes, so he was glad that his annoyance with inflation made you smile. he would try to buy 10 pounds of beef behind your back, but when you caught him, you both negotiated a reasonable amount to keep.
he would often visit the fruit section, and see if plums were in season. if plums werenât there, his second option were mangoes, and if those werenât there he would get oranges. despite how much he complained about going to the store, he enjoyed seeing you concentrated on the products, and making a calculated choice. he also enjoyed seeing other people, wondering why they were there. he would assign them backstories, for example: a nervous teenage boy in the flower section was about to go on his first date, an older woman with a warm appearance was buying ingredients to make brownies for her grandchildren, etc. it brought him some feeling of comfort, as if he was just another civilian with no other care. that, of course, wasnât the case, but he liked to imagine it anyway.
when shopping for gifts, he would always suggest a candle, because that was the first thing you gifted him. he liked watching the little flame flicker, and was mesmerized by the comforting smell. he would ask you to buy a candle for him every time you went out the store, with an excuse that he ran out of his last one. he kept a secret collection underneath the bed, thinking you didnât know. of course you knew, but you went along anyway, to please him. he was always excited to see what new smell you brought him this time, and kept certain smells in specific places. fruity for the bathroom, spice for the living room, citrus for the kitchen, eucalyptus and fresh linen for the laundry room. he had a whole system, and would change candles out for holidays. you enjoyed seeing him passionate about something, plus it made your house always smell good, so you never complained.
when shopping for household items, he suggested to buy in bulk, so as to make fewer trips overall. you agreed, but you both had different ideas as to what âin bulkâ was. for you, it was buying a reasonable amount of toilet paper to last six months. for him, it was buying enough to last five years. you managed to compromise and land for 18 months, but you were always embarrassed checking out, because the cashier always had an amused look when seeing the amount of toiler paper in your shopping cart.
when checking out, you always paid in joint. he would pay half, and as would you, unless there were special circumstances. after paying his half, he would excuse himself, saying he needed to go to the bathroom or something. he then would run to the flower section of the store, grab a bouquet that you were eyeing, and pay through self checkout. by the time he finished paying, so did you, and he met up with you, bouquet in hand. despite how many times you told him not to spend money on those sorts of things, you always had the biggest smile on your face, so he never listened to you.
when unloading the shopping bags into the car, he would hand you a few bags, and escort you to the passenger seat. he didnât want you doing a lot of work, plus he liked being the one to organize what goes where.
after arriving to your home, you would take a few bags and unlock the front door, returning to grab more bags. youâd always see him with all of the bags in his metal hand, and the other hand closing the trunk. he would smile sheepishly and hand you two bags from the bunch.
shopping with bucky wasnât easy, but it certainly was entertaining.
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oh AND if thats not too much, from a different angle, can i also request, also for theodore nott, prompts f12 and l13? đđ im all for mirrorball the archer reader hehe and i looove this whole lyric prompt idea!! đ¤
all i do is try, try, try
theodore nott x fem!reader
f12 - "I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me"
l13 - "Who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay?"
p.s. i'm adding the following line - "i've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try."
synopsis - when you start to push theodore away, he knows something is wrong. but maybe he'll be the first one to fight for you.
my bookcase slytherin boys masterpost
theodore didn't confuse easily. sure, he was no hermione granger, but he liked to at least think that he was the smartest of his friend group. still, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why you seemed to be avoiding him the past few weeks.
your relationship was finally starting to get serious. so why now of all times would you possibly be avoiding him.
a dramatic huff left mattheo. "stop moping aurelius." his words were followed by a surprised yelp as pansy smacked him upside the head. "shut the hell up riddle. theo, if you're worried she's avoiding you, just ask her."
"i can't. every time i try to talk to her, she runs away from me."
pansy sighed. an internal battle was raging within her. she wanted to honor the girl code. and it was definitively not girl code to tell your homegirl's boyfriend when and where you'd be somewhere when he was precisely the bloke you were avoiding.
but she knew you. and she knew how good theo was to you. how good you were together. and it certainly had to be girl code to look out for your best friend's heart when she was too blindsided to do it herself, right?
"she'll be in the potions section of the library in..." she trailed off and took a quick glance at the clock. "exactly nine minutes. she asked me to meet her there at 7:30 but maybe..."
pansy didn't have to finish. theo had already jumped to his feet and was pulling his forest green jumper over his head. he had one shot to confront you. if this didn't work... who knows, really.
pansy parkinson was dead fucking meat.
when you'd arrived the potions section at 7:30, at your usual study table, you'd expected to see the familiar dark hair and resting bitch face of your closest friend.
you had not expected to see your very handsome boyfriend who you were very much so avoiding. and you were most certain the only person who knew of your session tonight was pansy, thus she was the only person who could've mentioned anything to theo.
an internal sigh rolled through your being. it was going to be really fucking inconvenient to have to kill your favorite friend.
it wasn't that you were unhappy to see theo. in fact, in the days you'd been ignoring him, you'd missed him. significantly. but you were a fake. you had to try so hard at everything that should come naturally to you. being in slytherin, being a good student, hell even just being a fucking person felt like a never ending battle.
you couldn't stand the thought that one day theo might really look at you and burst his illusion of you. the thought that one day he may stop looking at you altogether? terrifying. it was easier for things to end this way, now.
one thing you hadn't anticipated is that theo is a true slytherin. when a slytherin wants something, they will stop at nothing to get it. there was nothing that could deter them. nothing that could stand in their way. and right now, what theo wanted more than anything, was you. ill conceived notions and insecurities be damned.
"you've been avoiding me, dolcezza."
theo's voice was deep and commanding. he really wanted to be soft and gentle with you, but your little disappearing act had scared the snake right out of his skin. and for that, he had to punish you at least a little.
"i haven't--"
"you have." theo stood abruptly and took a few strides towards you until your back was pressed against the bookcase behind you. "but that ends now."
shit.
shit.
theo was really close now. he had a certain look in his eyes, too. like he was a king cobra, and you a field mouse. theo was looking at you like he might consume you whole in one bite.
"i'm only going to ask you one more time." a large hand came up to palm at the back of your neck and your brain short-circuited. this man could have anything, anyone he wanted. and here he was with you. "why are you avoiding me?"
you wanted to be angry. to match his fire with fire. but you'd grown so tired of always pretending. all you could do now was cry. tears welled in your eyes and theo's demeanor changed very quickly.
"no, no, no. calma, baby." he cooed softly into your ear. his large arms circled around you in a rather warm bear hug. "don't cry."
"i'm so tired of pretending. and i'm sorry i can't be the smart popular cool girl that someone like you should be going out with."
theo's brows drew together in confusion. what on earth were you talking about? but when he really thought to himself, he saw it. the fake laughter and forced smiles in the great hall. the way that sometimes you had to try a little harder at certain assignments. you felt out of place.
at once, theo felt like a complete tosser. the one person that you should feel most at peace with was theo. and this whole time, he'd been oblivious to your internal plight. his heart broke a litte. how long had you been fighting this war against who you thought you should be, and who you really were?
"stop it." your tearful mumbling came to an end and theo could see in your eyes that you had all the wrong thoughts running through your pretty little head.
"you don't have to pretend with me. you don't have to fake anything. and there's nothing wrong with you for not being like everyone else. i was drawn to you because you're different." his words were thick with emotion, and you thought you saw his eyes get a little glassy. "it tears me up that you've been battling with yourself this whole time. i'm here to love you, y/n. please let me do that."
your mouth dropped open in shock. pushing people away had always been easy in the past. but theo wasn't finished with you.
"you can push and shove and scream at me to leave. you can argue with me, and we can fight, and you'll be right every time and you can call me names. and it's okay because i will still love you. but you don't get to turn away from something so perfect because you're afraid of the flaws that i already adore."
you stood there in his arms, tears slowly subsiding as you processed his words. every single one of them felt like they were reaching into the very core of you, unraveling the carefully constructed walls you had built. You could feel his warmth, his heartbeat, and suddenly, you werenât so sure why you had been running. theo was here. Right in front of you. not just physically, but emotionally, tooâoffering something you didnât even realize you wanted.
âiâm sorry,â you whispered, your voice breaking once more. âi didnât think⌠i didnât think anyone could love me like that. like you do.â
theoâs arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if to make sure you could feel his unwavering presence. âdonât apologize.â his voice was so soft now, the commanding tone from earlier gone, replaced with something much gentler. âyouâve always been more than enough for me.â
your heart raced as you looked up at him, his eyes filled with an earnestness that sent a shiver down your spine. you had spent so long doubting yourself, so long convincing yourself that you were unworthy of something like this. but here he was, offering you everything. love. acceptance. patience.
and for the first time in what felt like forever, you didnât feel like you had to run. the fight had left you. all that was left now was to surrender to him, to this love that you had been too afraid to fully embrace. you took a shaky breath, your hands gently curling into the fabric of his jumper as you leaned into him.
âi'm scared,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âiâm scared youâll see all of me, and you wonât want to stay.â
theo cupped your face, his thumbs gently brushing away the remnants of your tears. âiâve already seen you, dolcezza. all of you. and Iâm not going anywhere.â his lips brushed against your forehead, a sweet, quiet promise.
you let out a shaky laugh, the weight in your chest beginning to lift. âi donât know what i did to deserve you, theo.â
his response was simple, but it felt like everything: âyou donât have to deserve it. you just have to let me love you.â
you kissed him then, soft and slow, as if to seal the promise heâd just made. the kiss wasnât a grand declaration, but a quiet, intimate thingâan understanding between the two of you that this was real, and it was enough.
theo wasnât going anywhere. and neither were you.
maybe pansy parkinson could live.
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A Case for Bodhi Durran
Criminally underused and oft-sidelined, Bodhi Durran deservesâŚmore. More attention. More consideration. More love. While plenty of fanon exists surrounding his character - including presuppositions of what his life was like before the apostasy, what his dreams for the future were before the Riderâs Quadrant - for this commentary I will try to focus primarily on the text and evidentiary proof of his virtues. So, let's talk about how Bodhi Durran...
Is Loyal
âWhen you have a hundred and seven scars on your back, then you get to make the fucking decisions, Ciaran,â Bodhi snarls
I feel like all the Marked Ones who populate Xaden's inner circle have loyalty written indelibly on their hearts - loyalty to not only Tyrrendor, but specifically to Xaden. They understand the sacrifice he made then and the sacrifices he continues to make for them. Even when being loyal to Xaden means hauling dead bodies out of his not-girlfriendâs room at two in the morning. Or making clandestine smuggling runs . Or continuing to manage the operation in Xadenâs absence when the Navarrian leadership has begun to catch wise. Or when you take pains to ensure heâs left to his grief on the anniversary of his fatherâs death. Even when they sometimes butt heads over specifics, Bodhi ultimately defers to Xaden, because heâŚ
Is Dutiful
[Xaden] dips his chin toward our wing, and two ridersâGarrick and Bodhiâbreak formation, then climb the steps to stand behind Xaden, their hands at their sides. âAs it was a matter of life and death, I personally executed six of the would-be murderers, as witnessed by Flame Section Leader Garrick Tavis and Tail Section Executive Officer Bodhi Durran.
Again, all the Marked Ones display this quality in spades. Even if they donât always agree with the methods Xaden uses, they will forever carry out their duty, his orders. Liam represents the ultimate expression of this quality, but the way Bodhi protects Violet in Xadenâs absence, even going so far as to risk his own reputation and command by constantly moving flight maneuvers to protect her is an undeniable expression of his sense of duty.
âYou saved every single one of us here, cousin,â Bodhi says. âAnd weâre thankful. Now, Iâd like to do what weâve trained for, and if it means I donât go home, then I guess my soul will be commended to Malek. I wouldnât mind seeing my mother anyway.â
This speaks for itself. Both in the language of duty and loyalty, which only serves to accentuate the fact BodhiâŚ
Is Supportive
âYouâre our best fighter,â a second-year near Xaden counters with a quick grin.
Though he and Garrick (and Violet) share in this responsibility to some extent, I still think in a lot of ways Bodhi is Xadenâs ultimate hype man. Mostly because he understands Xaden so deeply and as such is well aware how much Xaden needs it sometimes. Heâs present for Xaden in difficulty. Willing to advocate for him, stand up for him even against the other Marked Ones as he does after Resson.
Bodhi grins, flashing a smile that looks exactly like my auntâs used to. âGood to see you up and about, Sorrengail.â Then he smacks me on the shoulder as he walks off, looking back over his shoulder. âIâll fetch the backup plan. Good luck.â
But itâs not just Xaden he supportsâŚ
When the Assembly wants nothing more than to toss Violet in a cell, he lends his voice to the arguments for her loyalty, her integrity:Â
She fought at our side at Resson.â Bodhi tenses as his voice rises as well.
AND
In another, quieter moment, which speaks not only to his naturally supportive nature but also how well he can read others needs:Â
âItâs a lost magic,â Bodhi says softly, appearing at my side. He rubs his thumb over his newly mended, scarless palm. âMaybe thereâs a reason this stone never worked. It might be broken.â
He can tell how thoroughly the failed attempt at raising the wards shatters Violetâs self-confidence and even though he doesnât know her as well as Xaden, he understands she needs reassurance, offering it freely. He also supports Violet in her burnout and when sheâs crazed after hearing Xaden was injured.Â
Bodhi Durran is a man who desperately wants everyone to be okay. Actively. Daily. Trying to not only keep everyone alive, but sane and grounded, because BodhiâŚ
Is Brilliant
The distraction Bodhi engineered in the flight field bought us time to meet without teachers noticing, but not much, especially considering that Devera, Kaori, Carr, and Emetterio are among those on campus still.
Personally, I would love to know what he threw together with zero notice that managed to keep the instructors busy long enough for Dain to call the quadrant to formation and Xaden (coughVioletcough) to issue his invitation. My guess, there were explosives of some sort involved.
Also, when they are climbing the Cliffs of Dralor with the fliers and the wyvern attack, he puts together what it means that the wyvern felt the pulse of the Aretian hatching grounds being reactivated before pretty much anyone else. He understands the wyvern will have relayed to their masters that the fliers and Aretian riders joined forces and the implications of such a report.
âI⌠uh⌠think weâre going to have to make some modifications on that harness,â Bodhi remarks as Andarna struggles to maintain her balance. âThatâs going to take a few hours.â
Without drifting into the land of fanon, itâs hard to elaborate on this point except to highlight that Bodhi has the skills and know-how to modify an elaborately designed one-of-a-kind dragon harness. Were I to drift into fanon, I would shout from the rooftops that heâs the engineer of the group - the one that made sure Violetâs daggers would work for her, who consulted with Xaden on the prototype and modifications to Violetâs saddle, who also helped design and proof Andarnaâs harness. Where Xaden may be the ideas-man in these areas, Bodhi executes. Heâs the one who fixes their pocket watches when they wonât keep time or helps troubleshoot why the damn trigger on that crossbow sticks when any of the Marked Ones canât figure it out for themselves. Ultimately, Bodhi wants to help in a tangible way because he...
Is Protective
In this, I feel itâs best to just let Bodhi speak for himself.Â
When Varrish confronts Violet on the flight field before her first trip to Samara.
âYou may leave, Cadet Durran,â Varrish says. Bodhi moves closer to my side, and the male lieutenant takes a step closer as well, the mage lights catching the signet patchâfire wieldingâon his uniform. âAs Cadet Sorrengailâs section leader, I am the next in her chain of command. And as Article Four, Section Two of the Codex states, her discipline falls to her chain of command before being brought to cadre. I would be negligent in my duty were I to leave her in potential possession of⌠whatever it is youâre looking for.â
When Varrish pushes Violet to near burnout.
Bodhiâs warm brown face appears in front of mine. âFuck.â He tugs the edges of the blanket closed around me. âThis is because of Andarna?â âYes.â Bodhiâs eyes widen. ⌠âIâll handle it,â Bodhi promises, capturing my gaze. âThis wonât happen to you again.â
When Dain Aetos calls Violet to the mat because heâs pissed off that she wonât talk to him.
âYou shouldnât do this!â Bodhi shouts as he runs at us, skidding to a stop next to me. Imogen isnât far behind. Ah, sheâd run to find the closest person to Xaden possible. Makes sense. âSheâs in a fucking sling, Aetos.â âLast time I checked, youâre a section leader.â Dain narrows his eyes on Bodhi. âAnd your cousin isnât her wingleader anymore. I am.â The muscles in Bodhiâs neck bulge. âXadenâs going to fucking kill him,â he whispers.
There are plenty of other instances where he protects others. Notably, when he steps in front of Carr to counter his signet as they are leaving Basgiath. And Iâm certain there are hundreds of instances we donât see since we are in Violetâs POV through the series. None of which detracts from the fact that BodhiâŚ
Is Principled
At the beginning of Fourth Wing, upon returning from a standard weapons run, he pushes Xaden and Garrick both, insisting:Â
âThere has to be something more we can do,â Bodhi argues, looking to Xaden, his voice lowâŚ
And then again at the end of the book, when the cadets are faced with a decision to fight alongside the fliers to save the Pormoish civilians or flee for Eltuval, heâs the first to insist they help. Even coming into conflict with Xadenâs more measured approach to the impossible dilemma Col. Aetos has enforced upon them.Â
âHow many people live in Resson?â Bodhi asks. âMore than three hundred,â Imogen answers as another boom cracks through the valley. âThatâs the post they do the yearly trades at.â âThen letâs get down there.â Bodhi turns and Xaden steps back, blocking his path with an outstretched hand. âYouâre kidding me, right?â âWe have no idea what weâre walking into.â Xadenâs tone reminds me of that first day after Parapet. Heâs in full command mode. âSo we should just stand here while civilians die?â Bodhi questions, and I tense. We all do, watching Xaden.Â
As much as I love Xaden, and I do. I believe equipping the drifts with weapons is a means to an end for him. They are the thin, brown and feathered line between the venin and Tyrrendor. He wants to continue helping them, but I donât believe - other than from an abstract âwe donât condemn innocents to deathâ perspective - heâs overly concerned with the preservation of individual Poromish lives. Bodhi, for better or worse, appears to be invested in the preservation of life in general. A grounded, guiding principle that thankfully he values because BodhiâŚ
Is Powerful
He sighs. âYeah. Second time someone tried to jump me in the bathing chamber this week.â My eyes widen as my heart hammers in my chest. âAre you okay?â He has the gall to grin. âI completely eviscerated some asshole out of Second Wing while naked and only got a bruise. Iâm fine.âÂ
I mean, besides the litany of weapons certification patches Violet observes early in Fourth Wing, Bodhi is just as skilled in unarmed hand-to-hand. While heâs never described as âon-parâ with Xaden (since Xaden spars with Garrick almost exclusively unless heâs trying to make a point), Bodhi clearly knows how to handle himself. In the buff. With no weapons. And accruing no serious injuries.Â
Which doesnât even touch his signetâŚ
âWhat have you done?â Carr shouts, running for us, his wispy hair flying in all directions as he lifts his hands. âYouâll end us all, over who? People youâve never met? I wonât allow it!â âBodhi!â Xaden orders as Carr reaches Third Wing. Fire erupts from Carrâs hands, streaming toward the dais, and my stomach drops. Time seems to slow as Bodhi steps forward and twists his hand like heâs turning a dial. The fire dies, extinguishing like it was never there and leaving Carr staring at his hands. âYou taught us well, Professor,â Bodhi says, holding his hand in place. âMaybe a little too well.â Damn. âHe can counter signets,â Xaden tells me. Well, thatâs fucking terrifying.
And though people have questioned Brennan's assessment:Â
âBy our best calculations,â Brennan says, rubbing his hands together to keep warm, âthe six most powerful riders currently in Aretia are Xaden, Felix, Suri, Bodhi, Violet, and me.â
When you consider the potential of his signetâŚ
Yes, he extinguishes Carrâs flames without blinking. But he can also smother Xadenâs shadows. Dispel Violetâs lightning. Destroy Miraâs wards. Keep Brennan from mending. He could have calmed Lilithâs storms. And while it seems like largely a defensive signet, there are offensive elements to it as well. Such as - and Iâm not saying this would happen - he could remain completely invisible to Melgren, even without the benefit of three other Marked Ones. If such a thing were in the cards, he would be able to easily assassinate Melgren, undetected.Â
And thatâs if we donât consider what, if any, mind signets he can counter. Can he reverse Imogenâs memory wipe? Or merely prevent her from performing one? Can he fool a truthsayer by offering them nothing to read? Based on the text, it appears Xaden is unable to read his intentions. Which would imply heâs impervious to not only inntinsics, but memory readers and erasers, truthsayers, etc.Â
Considering we donât know precisely how his signet works, itâs difficult to say for certain where the boundaries lie. Is it only as Xaden says, âHe can counter signets?â Or is he interrupting the channel between dragon and rider entirely? Which would have far more wide-reaching implications since he could theoretically also break the channel between gryphons and their fliers as well as venin and the earth.
Just like we really donât have all the information about Violetâs âpure powerâ signet, we donât have nearly enough hard information about Bodhiâs to say for certain where the potential expression of it may end.
Despite his physical and magical prowess, though, BodhiâŚ
Is Pragmatic
âI liked it better when we just delivered the weapons,â Bodhi mutters.
As principled, honorable, loyal, and dutiful as he isâŚsame. He wants to help, but itâs hard. And dangerous. And running weapons is easier. I donât blame him at all.Â
His pragmatism is reflected in the text a hundred different ways, but itâs also simply stated by both him and Violet.Â
âAnd I thought you were the most reasonable of the group.â I sigh. âLook, if I can help, then maybe we can prevent what Iâm assuming are⌠supply runs.â Talking in code is ridiculous, but anyone could be listening. âGive me a job.â âOh, I am the most reasonable in the group.â He flashes a grin, leaning back on his heels. âI also donât have a death wish. Survive second year and strengthen your shields, Sorrengail. Thatâs your job.âÂ
He is a man who gets things done. Which is not to say heâs not in touch with his emotions. But he understands the balance between necessity and diplomacy. Not that heâs a staid, stoic mission only guy either, because BodhiâŚ
Is Quick-Witted
âHey, I hate to interrupt whatâs obviously a moment,â Bodhi whispers loudly from my left. âBut that was the last bell, so thatâs our cue to get this nightmare started.â
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Bodhi wrinkles his nose. âWhat?â âYou smell like dragon ass.â âFuck off.â I chance a whiff and canât argue. âIâm using your room.â âI would consider it a personal favor.â I extend my middle finger and head toward his room.
Much as I appreciate and adore Bodhiâs quick wit, I could also write volumes about how his dry, sarcastic sense of humor operates as a defense mechanism. A lens through which he can deal with the intensity of his circumstances and the impact of these weighty decisions they are all making.
Like Xaden himself says, Bodhi always lightens the mood. To help himself deal? Yes. But (like Ridoc) also because he can tell everyone desperately needs it, a virtue that serves him well because heâŚ
Is A Leader
âShouldnât you all be in Battle Brief?â Bodhi asks, his voice booming as he comes up behind us. One look sends the other squads scurrying for the door.Â
Though a lot of space on the page has been given to Xaden, Rhiannon, and Violetâs obvious leadership qualities, Bodhi sprang from the same genetic line as Xaden. While the expression of the Riorson magnetism may be tempered by his natural demeanor, he possesses the same it-factor as Fen. Were I to lay bets, I expect his mother was similarly charismatic and it was expressed in her much the way it is in Bodhi.
ââŚFlame Section has the unique honor of being completely intact.â Brennan looks down at Bodhi. âDurran, you brought every single cadet. I guess that would make you the Iron Section.â
He inspired such loyalty from his section, they all defected. For so many reasons, including those already expressed above, I believe Bodhi to be a servant leader. Servant leadership rests on three pillars: compassion, character, and competence. All of which Bodhi has in spades. He would not run a section the way Garrick did. Or the way Xaden ran his wing. Not that there was anything wrong with either of those philosophies necessarily. But he would pull with his squads, encourage them, equip them, support them, and push them gently to be their best. He would need to make certain theyâre ready to face what he did in Resson, but he would do it with a deft, deliberate, more delicate hand than I think Xaden is willing or able to extend, because Bodhi DurranâŚ
Is A Caretaker
So much of what has already been outlined above also represents an expression of this quality. From him helping Garrick protect Xadenâs solitude on the anniversary of Fenâs death. To him stepping between Aaric and Xaden when they start throwing barbs about Alic (which is also pragmatism, because hey, thereâs a job to do). To him waiting with Xaden in the hall while Violet cleans up after Resson. He takes care of people both physically:Â
âWhoa!â Bodhi throws up one hand, the other clutching his rucksack. âI donât want you to freeze to death on the flight there.â He yanks his flight jacket out of his pack and hands it to me.
Bodhi helps Aaric out of his [disguise], careful with his blistered hands. ⌠âThatâs a rebound burn,â Bodhi says. âIt will clear up overnight if treated.â
âAnd tell Bodhi to track down whatever antidote she and the rest of her squad need.â
And emotionally, which leads me to the fact BodhiâŚ
Is Emotionally Attuned
An hour later, Iâm bathed and impatient as I wait outside my room in a fresh set of leathers with Bodhi, whoâs doing his best to lighten my mood just like he always does.
Bodhi reads people. Easily. He understands what Xadenâs saying without it being said . After Resson, he knows what Xaden needs from them - not questions, not reason, just action. He knows that Violet and Imogen need to run. And even when he canât contradict Xadenâs orders, I believe he sympathizes with Violetâs driving need to do something to help, because itâs a drive he shares. Later, he knows not to carry Violet back to the quadrant after her burnout. And heâs the one that follows her into the courtyard to offer his jacket because he can see the panic plain as day. Just as he can see her disappointment when the wards fail. He can feel Xadenâs rage and terror as Violet lays comatose and poisoned (not that Xaden is overly subtle about it).Â
On top of all of that, BodhiâŚ
Is Beautiful
Heâs handsome, with tawny brown skin crowned by a cloud of black curls and a litany of patches on what I can see of his uniform under his cloak. His features are close enough to Xadenâs that they might be related. Cousins, maybe?
âŚBodhi has the same bronzed skin and strong brow line, but his features arenât as angular as Xadenâs, and his eyes are a lighter shade of brown. He looks like a softer, more approachable version of his older cousin...
Even Violet, who only has eyes for Xaden, recognizes how attractive he is. Yet, as fair and fine the wrapping, I would heartily declare his character fairer still.
While this is by no means an exhaustive list of his virtues - he's also humble, adaptable, a peacemaker, a good listener, infinitely capable, empathetic, and hyperaware of how he should conduct himself in a given situation - I think the case for Bodhi Durran has been made.
(originally compiled for the Onyx Storm countdown days at the RQ Discord)
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poly! nct 127 âđâËâšâĄ threesome ver.
hard dom members x sub reader
pairing: nct 127 x fem!reader
word count:Â 2.6k
genre:Â smut
warnings:Â sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual, hard dom members, heavy degradation and bsdm content (don't read if triggering), safeword discussed, oral (male and female receiving), rough penetrative sex (unprotected, please be safe irl), manhandling, hair pulling, painplay + impact play (whipping), face slapping + spanking, squirting, fingering, clitoral stimulation, double penetration (same hole), a lot of crying, begging, sexual punishment, daddy kink, kissing, anal (female receiving), multiple orgasms + overstimulation, intense orgasms, mentioning ex during sex, handjob, hand over mouth (female receiving), profanity, (everything is really messy idk how to write this so you hopefully get what i mean)
disclaimer:Â this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. everything is consensual and safewords/limits have been discussed prior to the scene - sex is only sex when it's fun for both parties, please keep this in mind <3
a/n:Â EDIT haechan was paired with a past member of nct 127 and so that section has been removed.
so um...here's this. I was running on matcha coffee 3 hours of sleep and 2 episodes of pretty little liars all before 9am yesterday when something in my body just felt COMPELLED to write this, so here it is :D also labyrinth ch 2 is COMINGG i just need time to write it in a good way, but i've planned the entire thing and am excited to see how it ends up. also, i've decided to make poly! nct a series, not quite sure if i'll keep the same pairings or how this will work but it won't only be smut, i plan to write lots of different types of scenarios for them. anyways, love you, bye for now xx
Mark & Taeyong ~ Thighs slipping against each other, water dripping down to your ankles as you stumbled towards Taeyongâs parted legs. âBend over.â He commanded, but you felt the shove before you could, pushing you forward with a gasp. Markâs open hand now pressing down on the shallow bend of your back, he toyed with the strings of your bikini bottom, chuckling darkly at your every whine. Taeyong grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your face inches away from his. You winched as his grip tightened, hard enough to leave bruises. âFucking slut.â Your heart hammered as you felt the cold air hit your now bare core and ass, Mark squeezing the plush of your behind as he groaned in pleasure. âFuck, sheâs so sexy.â He drawled. The panic began to quicken, pouring down your veins like ice water when you felt the wood-hard bulb of his dick press against your exposed hole. Eyes watering, you begged, not quite sure what you were begging for. âPlease, please, p-pleaseâŚâ Mark slapped your ass in response, the tears now rolling down your cheeks as you cried out. Your vision whitened, side of your face stinging as Taeyong slapped you, twice, the edges of his ring marking a spot underneath your cheekbones. âBend the fuck over. All the way.â You nodded as you cried, shutting your eyes as you held your ankles and let your head hang down, the blood rush making you delirious.
The pain and pleasure made your legs tremble, losing control of your body, gripping until you felt the bony edges of your ankles, moans ripping themselves from your throat as Mark bottomed out. âSo big, pleaseâŚâ You gasped, as if his cock choked you from the inside. You babbled apologies, shaking your head when you heard the sound of Taeyongâs zipper above Markâs sloppy thrusts. âPlease, n-noâŚno more, I can-nghh,â you trailed off, feeling your own release grease your inner thighs, shame pooling in the bottom of your stomach. âWeâre not done here, slut. No safe word means you still want this. Stupid whore.â Taeyong groaned as he pumped himself to his full hardness, watching you shakily squat down to the cold tiles, listening for any signs of protest. You stayed quiet, heaving, a sudden urge to let go as your head throbbed from your last orgasm. You felt Mark wrap one arm around your lower stomach, pressing down hard and lifting you off the ground. You squealed, trying to push his arm away, the muscles bulging underneath his skin. âYouâre too rough with m-meâŚâ Your knees hit the cold tiles as Taeyong pushed his length into your mouth, another hand holding you in place and gripping your hair tight. âCan you cum like this? Hmm?â Your head spun, pussy throbbing from the humiliation, Markâs legs now caging your body as you stared up at Taeyong, cock bruising the back of your throat. Your pleas were lost around his length as Mark began to press his fingertips into your scalp, making you sob. âWhatâs the matter? Too rough?â He teased, his laugh searing into your brain. You pressed your thighs together as something sent you over the edge, making you spray all over the tiles like a rabid animal. As you gasped for air, Taeyong kept thrusting in your mouth, groaning as he came, moonlight hitting the sheen on his skin as you swallowed every last drop.
Jaehyun & Johnny~ âFaster, sweetie.â His words dripped sticky like honey in the shell of your ear. Your legs wobbled, biting your lip so hard you tasted rusted metal. With Jaehyunâs semi-hard cock nestled inside of you, you tried to grind your hips quicker, earning a satisfied groan from Johnny. âGood girl.â You moaned in pleasure, shockwaves of euphoria running through your body, but moments later, Johnny gripped you around the waist, fingers digging harshly into the plush of your sides. âBut not fast enough.â You whimpered, knowing what comes next. Jaehyun brought one arm up to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your face into the crook of his neck. As you shook your head, he shushed you quietly. âWanna use your safe word?â You shook your head, and Jaehyun held you tighter against him, the fingers of his other hand travelling down to press down on your clit. âSuch a nasty little doll for us to fuck.â You moaned when he sped up, tears flowing down your cheeks as you came. âSo quick to cum too. Open.â You thought he meant open your eyes, so it took you by surprise when he pressed his fingers past your slightly parted lips, pressing down on your tongue until drool ran down your chin. âSilly girl.â
Your body jerked when you felt the thick tip of Johnnyâs cock press against you. You gazed pleadingly at Jaehyun, as if to beg for mercy. âCanât even use our cocks right. Gotta do all the work ourselves. Stupid girl.â You buried your face into Jaehyun as the heat of embarrassment blossomed across your face, but Johnny wasnât having it. One quick wrap around his wrist and your head was yanked back, scalp burning from the impact, stray strands of hair falling limply across your face. âWhat do you say, hmm?â The stretch burned deliciously as he continued to push inside you, tucking himself right next to Jaehyun, so good you forgot how to breathe. âMnghh, y-yes, s-so good, please, please, Daddy, l-love it, love being stuffedâŚâ Your mouth slackened as an unexpected orgasm rendered you numb. When your senses returned, you felt Jaehyun grind his hips upwards in smooth, fluid, quick snaps, while Johnny pounded you from the back. You cried as you felt another orgasm be torn from you, piece by piece. âF-fuck, oh my god!â Johnnyâs arms wrapped around your neck, your fingernails tearing at his biceps for air as you squirted hard over both of them. âPlease, Daddy, canât-â As he released you, letting you fall onto Jaehyunâs toned torso, you cried, stuttering in between shaky breaths. âT-thank, you, thank youâŚâ
Jungwoo & Yuta~ You couldnât see anything, but you knew it was him. Youâd recognise his lips anywhere, tongue slithering up inside you like snakes. âJ-Jungwoo.â
You heard the whip crack before you felt it, a diagonal line on your back, white-hot pain seeping into your body. You fought a sob as Jungwoo kissed your neck, the lips on your core still sucking and kissing your sensitive folds. âWrong.â
He waited for you to give you the all-clear, to nod, letting him know you were still good to continue before he left your side, and it was silent again.
You yelped in surprise as you felt someone nip at your chest, one hand pressing your back to keep you still. You whimpered, the sudden jolts of pain making your body writhe under his arms. âY-yuta.â
You were released immediately, but your breathing remained laboured. For a second you thought you were wrong again, and you held your breath, squeezing your eyes even though you were blindfolded. âCorrect. Last one.â You felt your head be yanked back by your hair, making you yelp. âA-ah, it hurtsâŚâ You feel something rub against your lips, the shape and texture making you quickly realise it was a cock. You whimpered involuntarily, knowing this one would make or break this game. You swirled your tongue around the end, sucking on the tip, kissing blindly around the shaft, your lips meeting the softer skin of the balls as you did. âJungwoo.â You continued kissing, sucking, bringing your hands up to cup his balls, and thatâs when you heard him groan. âFuck. So filthy, isnât she, Yuta?â
He laughed, and you felt the air between your legs. He sucked your clit, making you moan onto Jungwooâs length. âA-ah, feels goodâŚâ Yuta hummed into your core. âFilthy sluts like youâŚâ he kissed you, ââŚdeserveâŚâ he swirled his tongue inside you, holding your knees down when they rebounded upwards to move away from his mouth, âto cum over, and overâŚâ You came with a cry as he sucked relentlessly, but you were cut off by Jungwoo pushing his cock inside you, making you gag noisily. âIf you like my cock so much, let me give it to you.â Dizzy with relief, Jungwoo lay you on your back, the sheets slipping against your bare skin as you slid your body upwards. Yuta held you down, pressing your stomach into the mattress, watching as your back arched off the sheets rhythmically, tits rolling with each movement. âS-so good, fuck, f-fuckâŚâ Your legs felt like jelly as Jungwoo held your face in place, the new angle over you allowing him to thrust in your mouth, the weight of gravity making his cock heavier than usual. Balls slapping against your chin, you felt it bulge in your throat, wrapping your fingers around yourself to feel it slip in and out of you. He pulled out slowly, a slurry of coughs and moans filling the air as you felt yourself cum onto Yutaâs face, his fingers rubbing the inside of your knees to ground you. You babbled incoherently, not knowing whether you wanted Yuta to stop, for Jungwoo to leave. The tip of Jungwooâs cock on your lips brought to back to Earth. âGive me a kiss.â You kissed him diligently. âY-yes sir, love this c-cock so muchâŚâ He came all over your ruined face to finish the job, just as you felt Yuta press himself inside you, sensitive clit screaming from the stretch.
Doyoung & Jaehyun~ âStop, s-stopâŚâ Jaehyun halted his fingers as you shuffled your bare body on his satin pants, pressing your legs together to centre yourself in the midst of your post-orgasmic haze. âAlready came.â Jaehyun leant his head over your shoulder, bringing your naked body closer to his. âI know, sweetie. Wanna see you make another messâŚâ He brought his hands closer to your core, watching and waiting for you to protest. You didnât. You were watching Doyoung, watching the way his shirt hung off him desperately, inches of his body peeking out from under the fabric. âLike what you see?â You moaned unexpectedly when Jaehyun dug his fingers inside you, running his fingers across your spongy walls. âA-ahâŚâ Your mouth hung open, the pleasure more intense than before. Doyoung walked across to tilt your chin upwards, wrapping his fingers around your jaw while his thumb ran across your swollen bottom lip. âWhat was that you said about your ex? How he made you finish so hard you had to throw away your sheets?â The implications of his words somehow made that knot in your stomach tighten, every stroke of Jaehyunâs fingers now bringing you to the edge of euphoria. âAnswer me.â He squeezed your cheeks as you made guttural noises, your orgasm hitting you at once. Jaehyun sped up his fingers, not caring when he felt your insides grip him like a vice, as it begging him to slow down. The slap of his palm against your clit was brutal, and Doyoung pressed his open palm against your mouth. âIf youâre not gonna answer me, then you donât deserve to speak, whore.â Tears sprung to your eyes as you grabbed at Doyoungâs wrist, pleading. He watched you carefully. âNod if you remember the signal that replaces the safeword.â You nodded eagerly, and he stepped closer to you, his other hand now pushing the back of your head into his palm, holding your head in place.
âFinish me off. Hurry up.â You grabbed at his pants, the silky fabric slipping away as you wrapped your hands around his length. He groaned, bringing your head to his stomach as he let go of your mouth, letting you breathe into his stomach. âGood girl. Stay quiet now.â You whimpered, losing count of the times you had already came. Jaehyun pulled his fingers out, pressing onto your clit now. You lifted your head off Doyoung. âNghh, wait, not thereâŚâ Doyoung smacked your head in warning, making tears spring to your eyes. âThis is why you havenât squirted yet. Weâre too nice to you. Always listening to you, treating you like a princess. When all you are is a dirty whore.â His words made the tears run down your face, but you were turned on more than ever. Jaehyun sucked at your neck aggressively, his voice deep and sonorous. âWeâre not finished until youâve squirted hard enough to ruin these pants. Then once again around my cock. And then around his.â You wailed, feeling your orgasm approach you in towering phases. âAh, ah, feels w-weird, fuck, wait, I think Iâm gon-â You were cut off by Doyoungâs fingers, pressing inside you while Jaehyun drew circles on your clit. âDonât fucking stop jerking me off. Donât care if youâre cumming.â You threw your head back, quickening each flick of your wrist as you felt yourself reach your high, each cry more intense than the last. Legs shaking, you felt the wetness come out of you in quick bursts, fingers spreading it all over the three of you, through clothes and onto skin. Â
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