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inkpot909 · 3 days ago

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Got to Get You Into my Life #2: Trish Una

↳ Fem!Reader; she/her pronouns are used. Goth!Reader.

[#1: Giorno Giovanna.]

A/n: It’s taken forever, but here’s another one of these. Very much so inspired by my job at a makeup store. I hope y��all enjoy! <3

Warning(s): Canon-typical swearing.

At any other job you’ve had in the past, the prospect of being left completely alone would’ve been a cause for alarm.

A pool of bile swirling in your stomach, and a moment or two of hesitation before deciding on how to approach a certain task. Experiencing a dull guilt over not being trained enough, only to be left to your own devices. Ultimately, you’d get at least one thing wrong… and as understanding others are, it remains a shadow casted over your head. Hissing back cringe just from the memories.

It made you hate work; made you feel inadequate.

Working in retail is certainly not the safe haven you need, but it brings a much desired change of pace. Plus, a makeup store is right up your alley. You’re at home… no matter how mind-numbingly monotonous the store environment itself is.

And the patrons themselves aren’t a cause of stress (Most of the time). You’ve dealt with customers more than enough to know just how difficult people can be and… well- there’s no easy way to say it -stupid.

Oblivious, you mentally correct, taking slow and elongated steps. Circling around the little empty store.

It's best to keep yourself in check, less something rude ever accidentally slip from your mouth. It hasn’t happened yet, but the concern is there. Employment under such an understanding boss does change the rules of the game a little, and you can tell your usual customer service approach is slipping some days. If you’re so inclined to point fingers, that is.

Regardless, your work life is good.

Your boss is good. Your coworkers are good. The work itself is good. It's all good. That sentiment alone is enough to keep you going. Enough to make you slowly fall in love with a job for the first time in your life.

But just as you cross the threshold into guaranteed privacy that is the backroom, the little bell above the front door chimes softly and you hear a single set of footsteps enter the store.

Hiding a grimace, you turn on your heels in order to greet whoever entered. A dogmatic response. Learned quickly, and without hesitation, no matter your inner annoyance.

Your feet carry you to the front of the store, no need to crank your head around. The search for the customer nonexistent.

It’s luckily just one individual shopper. A little bonus, as far as you’re concerned.

She’s a girl with vibrant pink hair, and striking clothes. It’s a look so well-put together it makes soft jealousy bubble inside you… or is that perhaps something else? She’s so distinct you forgot about your retreat to the backroom. Who’s to say? Gazing upon a well crafted mesh of pinks, blacks, and yellows…. all other thoughts die down.

Her eyes uphold a distant front all on their own, glancing around with a neutral expression to boot.

“Hello,” you bring a smile to your face, hands clasping together.

Every worker is encouraged to be kind and greet customers in such a way. Considering you harbor such a striking goth appearance, you’ve long made it a habit to go the extra mile. Earns you brownie points from the elderly women that walk in.

“Is there anything special I can help you find today?”

Her light green eyes roll over to your direction, gently shaking her head. “No, thank you. I think I got it,” she says, her voice far softer than you already anticipated.

“Of course,” you reply, already backing away from her. “Let me know if you have any questions.”

Thank goodness, you think, eagerly retreating behind the counter. You place both open palms down on its white surface, and lean against it casually. As much as I like this job, I doubt I’ll get used to having to actively approach customers. Not everyone wants a worker up their ass the entire time they’re-

��Excuse me…?”

The girl calls out, pulling you from your train of thought. She’s standing near one of the many shelves lining the walls, almost entirely hidden behind a display. Only her poofed up, pink hair just barely pokes out from the other side.

You make your way over to her, standing a polite distance away. “Yes?” you ask, that customer service tone making a home in your vocal chords. As fast as the matching smile is pulled.

“I’m looking for a few new cosmetics here and there to spice up my look for an event next week,” she explains, glancing from you to the shelf beside her.

“An event?” you hum… a bit perplexed by her blunt phrasing. Usually people are fair more specific buying for an occasion. Wanting travel-sized everything for a vacation, preparing for a wedding, and the like. “What sort of an event is it?”

“Business related,” she dismisses with the wave of her hand.

Her tone comes across standoffish, but also insinuating she cannot explicitly tell you. It’s not something you think to even flinch at; best not to ask too many questions in a city prominent with gang activity. So be it.

She certainly has the glare of a mafioso.

“Are you wanting to try something new with your eyeshadow, or…?” you continue on, brushing aside her lack of specification. Attempting to get into the specifics of what service you’re there to provide.

“Lipstick,” she says bluntly. Simple. To the point. Maybe you’ve ought to self-reflect on your type another time, but hell, if she isn’t damn cool. The irises of her pretty eyes burn into your skull, leaving behind a creeping heat trailing across your cheeks. “Like yours.”

“Mine…? You’re looking to try black, then?”

“Honestly… I walked in here unsure,” the girl sighs, glancing down at her well-kept nails. No acrylics? Perhaps she’s made an appointment a day or two prior to this… mystery event. Nails fresh for the occasion.

Why am I thinking so much about this? you stress, God, she’s just so pretty.

“But your whole look got me thinking,” she continues. Her hand dropping back to her side and eyes scanning your face. Assessing the sharp line-work displayed on your lips and eyes. False lashes making the color of your eyes pop. “I’ll leave the all-out goth makeup to the more skilled.”

Receiving a compliment from someone who clearly takes so much pride in their appearance, down to the tiniest detail, is always the highlight of your day. And from someone as beautiful as her… you could just faint.

And she’d likely continue on going about her day as normal if you did. Eyes glossing over with easy boredom you’re admittedly charmed by.

“… but I think a darker look would go well with both my dress and complexion,” she finally finishes, her hands gesturing to her face. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“It would-… it would go well with your fin-“ Shit. Shit. Shit. “-You’re skin. Go well with your skin…”

If there’s a God, he should strike me down with a bolt of lightening. I’ll die right in front of her but anything’s better than a pathetic verbal fumble.

“… uh-huh,” she slowly nods, her eyebrows furrowing as she blinks. The most emotion she’s shown since she walked through the front door… and it’s quiet confusion. Perfect. Great. Just what you needed on a Tuesday afternoon. “You’ve been drinking enough water lately?”

You nod quickly, lips sealed.

“Liar,” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips. Holding onto her aloof tone even as she kindly offers, “Tell you what. I was going to pick up some mineral water a few stores down after I’m done here. If you swear to me you got something good for me to use here… I’ll go pick up an extra bottle for you when I go. For good service.”

“Hah…” you breathe, “Th-… thank you… uhm..?”

“Trish Una,” she replies, her head still pointed in your direction as she turns her body towards a different section of the store. Eyes scrutinizing…but is that fondness you detect? “Now… help me pick out a lipstick?”

“Trish…” you echo delicately, noting how her eyes linger on you a fleeting moment until she starts walking off.

She’s moving on to a different section she’s curious about, yet your feet feel too heavy to move right away.

You swear you saw the faintest smile on her face a second before turning away. A flash in the pan; lightening in a bottle. Quick and brushed off, but you swear it.

“Don’t just stand and gawk, please!” her voice snaps you out of your hopeful thoughts. “I got an appointment for my nails to get to later.”

Heh… knew it, you smile to yourself, glancing downward. Your feet prompted to move in her direction; involuntary at just the sound of her beckoning.

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quennyquinn · 1 year ago

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reglas

t/n: Las reglas están hechas para romperse.

retsu: Fueron hechos para ser seguidos. Nada está hecho para romperse.

baki: Uh, piñatas.

doppo: Barras luminosas.

katsumi: Tablas de Karate.

natsue: Espaguetis cuando tengas una olla pequeña.

t/n: Reglas.

retsu:…

#baki the grappler x reader #reader insert #x reader #baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki headcanons #baki x reader #baki hanma #fem reader #female reader #katsumi orochi #retsu kaioh #retsu baki #doppo orochi #natsue orochi #natsue orochi es una reina

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cloverque · 1 year ago

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paper heart (prosciutto)

masterlist, ch 1: panic at the gala

shortly after you were assigned the mission, giorno cordially invited you to a gala. seeing as how you'll be away from the group for a while, you decided to take part, just this time.

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After we moisturise, the next step is to apply sunscreen. I use this brand from Dior– the latest Diorsnow sunscreen with UV protection!

You sat on your bathroom counter, swinging your feet. With a Youtube video playing on your phone, you gently patted sunscreen into your face. The girl in the video– a young lady with rich pink hair– showcased a white tube. Yours sat on your lap while other products were scattered on the counter.

I'm a huge fan of this brand. I always buy their best sellers and give them to my best friends.

You smiled knowingly. As the girl on the screen rambled, you began touching up on your face. Just the bare minimum, seeing as how you were already late.

During your meeting with Giorno, which occurred a week ago, he invited you to a party he was hosting. He had handed you a formal invitation, like always: a letter stamped with a wax seal. To attend or not to attend– you sat on the fence until the last minute.

When he first took over, you happily turned up for his gala. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day, but you swore off the rest ever since. The reason was simple: you didn't want to work overtime. When you showed up, you quickly realised you had to socialise with coworkers outside usual office hours.

Rest was important! How else would you stay in tip top shape? So there was no way you would sacrifice your precious down-time over fancy parties. Even if they were hosted by Don Giovanna.

So what implored you to accept his invite? Soon you would be deployed for your mission; possibly far from home for a while. With that in mind, you wanted to hang out with your friends for a bit. But besides that, there was another driving factor. You stared at your reflection, stroking your lashes with mascara.

Curiosity, it was curiosity.

"I'd like you to be there. There's... Someone I'd like you to meet," he said that day. He pushed the envelope towards you with a faint smile.

You took it in your hands and blinked. "An important person?"

He fiddled with the ladybug brooch on his chest. A faint tinge of red dusted his cheeks. With a solemn nod, he planted a seed of curiosity in your mind. You never knew he was capable of being abashed.

"I wonder who he's talking about," you pondered as you checked your work. What kind of person were they for him to make that sort of look?

A knock on your bathroom door derailed your train of thought. "(y/n), you've been in there for an hour. What's taking you so long?"

"Oh, Fugo," You carefully swept a balm against your lips. "You should know by now not to rush a lady. Especially when she's in the bathroom."

"Give me a break. I've been standing here waiting like an idiot for thirty minutes."

"Some gentleman you are..." You muttered begrudgingly. It was him who volunteered to chaperone you to the party in the first place.

After his redemption– when he defeated the Narcotics Team for Giogio– he managed to tone it down a notch. The therapy he sought worked out too. His anger management issues had gotten better, but there was still a limit to his patience. And once that figurative thread broke, it would take more than apologies to placate him.

With that in mind, you hopped off the counter. You took one last look in the mirror. Tonight you were dressed in a satin backless dress. Its spaghetti-thin straps criss crossed behind, showing your supple back. The dress also had a side slit that teased your thighs. To complete the look, a silk shawl draped over your shoulders and around your arms.

Your outfit was a perfect mix between sexy and chic. A smile crept up your face and you blew a kiss at your reflection. Feeling like you could take on the world (and a furious Fugo), you were about to leave when you jumped up.

"Ah! I almost forgot," you chuckled and picked up the pin on the counter. It was a hair pin, a metallic accessory fashioned into a unique heart shape. You clipped it onto your hair and hurried out the door.

Standing outside was none other than Pannacotta Fugo, dressed in a custom tuxedo. His hair was pushed back, with a few strands hanging over his knitted brows. The strawberry blonde had his arms crossed, fingers tapping impatiently on his bicep.

"Are you finally done?" He muttered through clenched teeth.

"Gee, thanks for waiting," You rolled your eyes and walked past him. He trembled with frustration, and you almost felt bad. Tardiness was one of his biggest pet peeves, and for him to be late, without meaning too... Well, you had better head out, fast!

You swiftly packed your purse and the two of you left your apartment. At the entrance awaited a squeaky clean limousine. Fugo settled into a seat across from you, muttering about how embarrassingly unpunctual he was. You glanced out the window and as the car's engine revved to life again, you began to drown him out. The car picked up speed and zoomed to its destination: Giorno's mansion.

✶

By the time you arrived, it was nearly ten. An hour had passed since it had started. The car stopped outside the mansion's grand gates. An armed guard approached the driver's side and after a swift identification check, he opened the gate and the car pulled into the front yard. The chauffeur stopped the limousine outside the front door, where a pair of butlers stood. Wordlessly, they opened the doors for you and Fugo, and led you two up the stairs and into the mansion.

A red carpet was rolled out in the hallway. Sculptures, marble heads and oil paintings lined the walls, archaic pieces that Giorno attained for who-knows-how-many lire. Soft music lingered in the air whilst you began your ascend up a flight of stairs.

The long, winding staircase led the two of you to the second floor, which was decorated with more relics of the past. A few guests stood idly in the hallways, talking in hushed whispers. A couple swayed drunkenly beside a portrait of Don Giovanna. A glass of wine jangled from each of their hands. Hopefully they would not splash it on the painting.

After twisting and turning in the hallway, you finally found the source of the music. Another pair of butlers opened the doors for your friend and you.

The once muffled tunes converted to melodious harmonies, courtesy of a live orchestra. Violins, cellos and brass instruments and a piano were at their disposal. Situated on one end, they played a classical piece. On another side was a buffet spread, with cakes and delicacies a group of women were fawning over. You were soon to be one of them.

In the center people chatted idly while some danced to the lovely music. You caught sight of Mista, chatting with a lady in earnest. He was free of his sweater and instead dressed in a wonderful three piece suit. As for Giogio, who stood by the gunslinger, he was clad in stunning white and gold, wearing a soft primrose pink dress shirt. His long hair fell in voluminous waves behind him.

You searched the group they were with. Everybody maintained a fair amount of distance from each other. Which one of them was his special somebody?

You were about to greet them when your companion grabbed you by the end of your shawl. Fugo lifted up a finger, "I have some business to attend to, so I'll be back later. Remember, if you want to leave let me know. I will accompany you back, you hear me?"

You pried your accessory from him and rolled your eyes. "Yessir. See you later, sir."

The strawberry blonde exhaled, possibly from annoyance. He disappeared into the crowd and you gazed over at the dessert table. You visibly gasped and placed your hand over your heart.

It was radiant! In your sights were numerous three-tiered stands. An assortment of fairy cakes, with different frosting and toppings sparkled and shone on the stands. You licked your lips and rubbed your hands together, all goblin-like.

"Hehe... You can tell me about your special someone later, Giogio. Right now it's chow time!"

. . .

"Are you ladies seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Indeed... How can she pig out during such an elegant event like this?"

"The real question is how did she end up here in the first place?"

You turned to the women standing a few feet away. Just like you, they were dressed elegantly in gowns you saw on fashion runways. You chewed on your tenth fairy cake.

Even under your watchful gaze, they continued with their not-so inconspicuously whispers. You blinked innocently.

Rosa Romano. Caro Bianchi. Helen Bellomo. Daughters of high-ranking officials in Passione.

Rosa, the first born of Capo Romano. He dabbled in the gambling sector, a notable stand user. But unlike her father, she had not inherited a stand. Caro Bianchi. Born out of wedlock, her parents were faded aristocrats. They had history with the group, before Giorno took over. Also not a stand user. And Helen, daughter of a tycoon. Her family and her were sworn members of the gang. None of which were stand users.

In short, they were nothing to be concerned about. And from their ignorance, they didn't know you were part of the Passione's Escort Team. Excellent.

You finished the last of your cake and began on another. As you ate, you tuned them out and focused on the rich creamy treats. It mattered not how others perceived you, so long as you were happy. And with nothing but years of successful missions under your name, not even the Boss had a right to deny you of sugary, gastronomic delights.

"I can't believe you're actually here! You, who stays away from all of the Don's parties. Who would've thought?"

You blinked and a woman came into view. A familiar face had appeared. Fifty-something, the woman had her silver hair in 1940's waves. She wore a vintage cocktail dress, with matching elbow length gloves. A unique heart-shaped mole rested above her cupid's bow.

Your eyes lit up in recognition, "Signora Lucia?! Capo, I–"

"Nuh-uh! Today I'm not your Capo, my dear." She put a gloved finger to your lips. You fluttered your lashes, cross-eyed as you looked at her finger. She smiled cheekily. "Tonight I'm just a regular old lady."

You tilted your head, confused. She waved a waiter down and cherry-picked a glass of wine.

This lady here was none other than the Escort Team's capable leader– Signora Lucia. She was an aged and loyal member of Passione, and had served as the team's chief for years. Even during the period when you betrayed the old boss, Diavolo.

Giorno managed to trick everyone into thinking he had always been their leader, but you suspected Signora Lucia knew better. But even if she did, her loyalty never wavered. She was just as dedicated to her new Don just as she was to her first. And she was benevolent to you when you became branded as a traitor, later accepting you back with open arms.

Signora Lucia is a strange person. Even I have a hard time guessing what she's thinking half the time... You ruminated.

Gingerly swirling its contents, she gazed at you through hooded eyes. "This gala is swarming with the rich. I'm guessing today's a special occasion."

Your eyes flicked to the group of girls, still standing nearby. "Now that you mentioned it, there's also an unusually high number of women present today. I wonder if something's up."

With that in mind, you scanned the crowds for Giorno and Mista. They were preoccupied with another group of people, though this time a lady was between them. Her arm was looped around the blonde's, a dazzling hair pin in her bun. She wore an elegant cheongsam, and like her dress, you guessed she was from the East.

Who is she? She wasn't there a few moments ago. Could she be another woman Giorno has bagged tonight? Geez, talk about suave.

You looked down at your plate, piled with stacks of paper cups. The trio from earlier were now looking in your friend's direction. Like you, they ruminated over the unknown stranger attached to him. Subconsciously, your eye twitched. Signora Lucia took a tentative sip of her wine, watching you.

"I need some fresh air," You whispered to yourself. Leaving your Capo behind, you made your way to one of the many balconies in the room.

When nobody was looking, you pushed open the door just enough to slip through. You quietly closed it behind you and approached the railing. Leaning against the cold stone, your gaze instantly fell on the courtyard below. Even in the darkness of night you could see a table, the only furniture in sight. You and your friends would enjoy tea parties on that same table, sharing snacks and stories with one another.

An image of a certain blonde, smiling, swiftly surfaced in your mind. An unknown sadness bloomed in your heart. You already knew what it was, but you didn't understand why.

When did these feelings start? You weren't sure. They certainly weren't there when you first met him; back at the hideout in the vineyard many years back. Nor was it when he saved you from the persistent stand in the plane to Sardinia.

A gentle breeze tousled your tresses. Gently, you tucked some hair behind your ear. "Maybe I don't actually like him. Maybe I'm mixing up admiration with this."

Crrk...

The doors creaked open and you turned around. A man slowly stepped onto the balcony. He was dressed in beige and cream hues, a tweed jacket hanging over his broad shoulders. Champagne yellow hair was waxed back neatly, secured in little notches tied behind his head. A cigarette rested between his lips.

"Oh, I didn't know this place was already taken," His voice was a deep rumble. He held the little stick between his fingers. "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all," You gestured at the space around you. "There's room for more."

He joined you, back pressed against the stone balustrade. With a fancy little lighter, he lit up his cigarette. The blonde man took a long drag before puffing out a cloud of smoke. The scent of tobacco was sure to cling to your clothes, even if you kept your distance. Its dark tendrils began billowing in the balcony. Silently, the two of you stood together, watching the stars twinkle.

You knew who he was, and perhaps he knew who you were too. But your objective today was to find out who Giogio's special someone was, not to exchange formalities with him. You opted to stay quiet until he spoke up.

"I overestimated the crowd today," he muttered, and you glanced at him. His brows were knitted together, fingers in a little v-sign as he held the cigarette. "The last party wasn't as busy as this one."

"It's been a few years since I last attended, so I can't comment," you half-heartedly stated.

He raised a singular brow, "A few years, huh? Hm. I believe I've never seen you before. Is this our first meeting?"

You crossed your arms on the railing and glanced up at him. A finger rested on your lips as you exhaled nonchalantly. "Who knows? But I know who you are. You're an assassin from La Squadra Esecuzioni."

Quiet resumed between you and the man. Without warning, the man swiftly crushed the cig against the stone. You straightened up slowly, holding his gaze. He was a man of average height, a head taller than you. He glared down at you as you peered up at him indifferently.

"Should I be worried about you, signora?"

"'I'm nothing more than what you actually see, but I am also the complete opposite.' A famous singer, Keren Ann, once said that," You answered, crossing your arms. The tails of your shawl fluttered in the cold breeze. An unassuming smile graced your lips.

"With that said, please decide that yourself, signore Prosciutto."

"Ahem. I hope I'm not interrupting something."

You froze at the sound of a familiar, buttery voice. Your face fell as you slowly turned. Giorno stood at the entrance, his brows furrowed in uncertainty. The lady from before stared curiously at you and Prosciutto. Your eyes fell on their intertwined arms.

"Giogio," you cleared your throat. Why were you suddenly feeling restless? You fiddled with your purse. "Um, no. You're not interrupting anything."

You ignored Prosciutto's questioning gaze as he side-eyed you. Giorno visibly relaxed and he smiled faintly.

"I'm glad that you could make it. Fugo told me a while ago that the two of you had arrived safely, but I was busy attending to some guests. Forgive me."

"Yeah, you were real busy back there, huh?" You teased half-heartedly before swallowing. "So um, who's this beautiful lady over here?"

He gestured to the both of you, "Let me introduce you two. This is (y/n l/n), a close friend of mine. She's like family."

You placed a hand on your chest and bowed slightly, lowering your head. These were pretentious formalities, but you didn't want to embarrass the head of Passione. Your nails dug into your dress discreetly.

"And this lovely lady here is–"

An awful sound cut him off. Screams of terror filled the ballroom and you peered past them. Your eyes widened, the sea of people were moving in different directions all at once. A familiar friend shoved past a couple and burst into the balcony.

"Fugo!" Giorno met him halfway. His voice was steady yet demanding. "Tell me what's happening, quickly."

"It's a stand attack! We need to evacuate everyone, Giogio." He panted, gripping his arm. Something pitter pattered onto the floor, and you realised Fugo was bleeding.

A gunshot rang out, and you hoped it was Mista firing. Giorno laid a hand on Fugo's arm, and his stand materialised beside him. A golden glow surrounded his wounded appendage, and you glanced over to the lady beside the guys, looking lost like a lamb in the wilderness.

More screams erupted and you whipped your head around. Fugo sucked in a pained breath and gritted his teeth. "We have to do something about these people. Most of them aren't even stand users– they're defenseless!"

"That's where I come in," you held Giorno and Fugo's confused gazes. Conviction shone in your eyes. "There's no time to evacuate, so I'll be taking them to safety myself."

Passione's Don nodded solemnly. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it. "I'm counting on you." You nodded and Fugo and him rushed into the fray.

Prosciutto and the lady remained with you and you turned to them. "This is gonna get freaky, so stick close to me." Obediently, they shuffled close as you opened your purse. You fished out a notepad, one of the many you kept within your little bag. With a flip of your wrist, you whipped it open.

"Paper Heart!" A (colour) aura enveloped you and the heart-shaped pin in your hair. The metal eroded away and became an origami-like texture. "Transport all the guests into this piece of paper!"

Fwoop!

The three of you were sucked into the notepad. It fell onto the ground and began changing its form to a paper heart, shaped much like your hairpin. Transported into a realm of blank whiteness, you stood among a horde of confused and panicked people. With a quick head count, you estimated about a hundred or so were present.

The three women from the desert table stood together, clinging to each other. They were almost pitiful with their panicked rambling. You cupped your hands and bellowed, "Don't worry, the Boss will take care of things from here. I've brought you to a secure place, the enemy can't come here. You're safe now!"

Heaves of relief filled the space. Luckily most in Passione knew what a stand was.. So it took little brain cells to put two and two together. You gazed up at the blank ceiling.

"So you're a stand user," Prosciutto drawled. You had forgotten the man existed in the heat of the moment. He glanced around, curiously. "Interesting."

You chose not to respond. Crossing your arms, you stood quietly, thinking. Only you could allow a person to enter and leave this paper realm. Even if somebody discovered the paper heart in the balcony, there was no possible way to enter. And if they ripped the paper to shreds, Paper Heart would transport everyone to one of the many notebooks stashed away in your purse.

As for what laid beyond this world, you had willed for Giorno and his personal guards to remain. Mista and Fugo included. Your stand wasn't the confrontational type, unlike theirs. Hoping this was enough, you looked up at the colourless ceiling.

A bead of sweat slid down your cheek. You wiped it away and realised your pulse had spiked. You held a hand over your chest. Transporting this many people at once was taxing on you, a feat you just recklessly pulled off.

Good grief, what fools would challenge the boss during an event of such a large scale? You sighed. It was a good thing you chose to attend the party.

"Um, I hate to be that one person... But what's happening, (l/n)?" The lady in the cheongsam muttered. She gazed around curiously and frantically. "Where's Giorno...?"

You watched her from your peripheral. Based on her concern, you figured she was a non-stand user. It wouldn't make sense if you shared your stand ability–not like you wanted to– to a complete stranger, even if she was close to Giorno. That was a secret, like your identity. So you decided against it.

"He's probably neutralising the enemy as we speak. He'll be fine. But, uh, are you feeling okay?"

She nodded meekly, and you breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing you'd want was for her to be hurt. She seemed like someone special, after all.

Wait, hold that thought...

"Miss," she turned to you with her big doe eyes. You swallowed nervously and pointed a finger, "Could you be... His–"

A shrill scream pierced the air. You whipped your head around as your heart pounded anxiously. A beady-eyed man held a woman in a headlock, his bicep rippling underneath his suit as he choked her. She squirmed against him, raking his arms. The other guests were pressed against the walls of Paper Heart, trembling like mice cornered by a cat.

He's one of them...!?

You reached out and he spun to you, pointing a gun. A Beretta, standard police edition. Squinting your eyes, you lowered your arms.

"I'm guessing you're one of those freaks with abilities!" He practically dragged the lady with him. The thug stood face to face with you, so close that you could feel his lukewarm breath. "I'm taking her hostage. I have no clue in hell where I am, but I wancha ta bring me back ta my buddies."

He pressed the barrel against the lady's head. Tears streamed down her makeup-caked face. Mascara smudged against her wide eyes. He sported a shit-eating grin as you frowned. "If ya try anything funny, I'll blow her brains out, ya hear?"

"P-Please... Help..." croaked his victim. Now that you were up close, you realised it was Rosa, Capo Romano's daughter. You bit your lip.

Was her father not here today? Where was a powerful stand user when you needed one? The fear in everyone's faces told you everything you needed to know: you were alone. Clenching her fist, you narrowed your eyes.

I need a plan. But what do I do?

You looked around for ideas and when you met the eyes of the guests, they screamed pleas of help with just their stares alone. You locked eyes with the Eastern lady too, and she was gazing at you with hope and anticipation.

You inhaled deeply and tried to gather your thoughts. The man hollered about something in the background as you began drowning him out.

Don't forget, you have the upper hand here. This is your world and stand ability, after all.

"Fine. I'll take you out. But first, I have a question for you," You placed a hand on your hip and pointed at him, jutting your chin out. "Tell me. Do you wipe yourself after a dump, or are you the kinda guy to use the bidet?"

The man cocked an unkempt brow. He bared his teeth, "Huh?! What the hell are you asking, bitch?!"

A barrage of his saliva and spit landed on your dress. You wiped it away and frowned. "C'mon, just answer the question," You tilted your head mockingly.

He hesitated before rolling his eyes, "I wipe myself after, duh. I don't like the feeling of water on my ass– Huh?"

The thug glanced around, gun in hand. He looked under his arm questioningly; his hostage had disappeared. Everybody else had too. Then he realised he was in a toilet cubicle.

"W-Where am I?!"

"You're slow. Slow to realise the predicament you're in, I mean."

Your eyes met his as you stood at full height before him. He, who was stuck on the surface of toilet paper, squirmed in his confines. He pounded his fist against the tissue. However, as if he was trapped behind a concrete wall, the paper refused to give way. The man began sweating profusely.

"You conniving woman! I told you to bring me back to my friends!"

You smiled sweetly and lowered yourself to eye level with your tiny captive. "Did you forget what I said?" Your orbs darkened as your lips thinned.

"I said I'd take you out myself."

He hollered profanities as you began unrolling the toilet paper. With a bundle in your hand, you crunched it into a ball and tossed it into the toilet bowl. Wordlessly, you flushed the man down. His garbled curses faded out and disappeared.

You walked out of the cubicle and washed your hands. Paper Heart allowed you to utilise anything as long as it was a form of paper. From bamboo paper, recycled sheets, newspapers... Teleporting from one source to another was child's play– and for those that remained in the paper realm, they were bound to it forever.

"That's what you get for thinking a woman is an easy target." You mumbled before summoning yourself back into the previous realm.

People fussed over Romano's daughter, who had coughed up a storm since you left her. A nasty bruise had formed itself around her neck. A cut traced her nape too. Everyone parted for you, and you kneeled beside her. She gazed at you with gratitude, a far different expression from your first encounter earlier.

"Thank you for saving my life. I don't know how you did it, but thank you..."

You managed a smile. As you rummaged through your purse, you took another notepad and ripped out a page. Carefully, you placed it over her cut. Like a regular bandaid, you plastered it to her skin. It gently fizzed into her skin, and the fleshy part of the wound was overlaid with paper.

She tenderly held her neck and you stood up. People rushed to help her to her feet, and you stepped aside. Suddenly, you heard a squeaky voice echo around you.

"(y/n), you're in there, right?" A hiccup followed after. You knowingly smiled. It was Number Five, one of Mista's Sex Pistols. "Mista and the others have dealt with the enemies! You can bring everyone out now."

"Roger, will do." You responded before turning to the guests. "We're busting out of here, everyone! Make sure not to leave anything behind. Once we leave this world, anything that remains will vanish."

You counted to ten and the pin on your hair glowed brightly. Everybody shimmered out of the notepad and returned to their original places. Your heels clacked against the balcony floor, along with the Eastern lady and Prosciutto. She leaned against the railing, cross eyed and with wobbly knees. The guests held their heads in their hands, groaning.

The after effects of entering and leaving the paper realm gave most people vertigo, but you overcame this ages ago. You expected the same wooziness from the champagne blonde hitman but to your surprise, he was perfectly fine. You held his gaze, confused. Was he a stand user all along?

An irk mark formed as your eye twitched. Then why the hell did you not help out earlier? Maybe this was his way of payback for my snarkiness earlier... Ugh. You clenched your teeth.

With a sharp exhale, you turned away and searched for your notepad. It had morphed back into a regular block of paper after everyone left it, and dusted it clean. Your hairpin had returned to its previous appearance as well. You slipped the notepad into your purse when a dishevelled Giorno burst into the balcony.

Running past you, he enveloped the lady in a hug and squeezed her. She disappeared in his larger frame, her lithe arms wrapped around his back halfway. The sight would've been funny if it weren't for the jealousy brewing in your chest.

After he got his fill of her, he turned to you. Gratitude shone in his viridescent gaze. "Thank you for protecting my fiancé, (y/n). You did well."

Your mouth slipped open as you gaped in shock. With your eyes shifting from him to her, to her to him, your mouth hung open silently. An ugly bitterness bubbled within your stomach, threatening to spill out of your oesophagus. Its claws raked into your heart, a stinging pain growing within.

Smile. Do it for him, a voice chastised you, and you snapped your mouth shut and smiled. You smiled brightly, so radiantly as if your heart didn't shatter into millions of fragments like glass.

"Your fiancé? Oh man, that's crazy!" You exclaimed as your insides grew numb. With a hand behind your head, you guffawed. "So she's the one you wanted me to meet all along! I guess I should've known, silly me."

"I hope it's not too sudden. I meant to tell you but the right moment never arose," Giorno looked apologetic. Was that a faint blush on his cheeks?

The blonde and his partner exchanged looks: they were beaming. You mustered your courage, but your heart was cold and your fingers dug into your palms. With all of the goodness in your heart, you bowed once more and spoke softly.

"Congratulations, Don Giovanna and... La Madrina."

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jojo-reader-hell · 2 years ago

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Head full of nothing but Trish x witch reader. Like the reader is really into tarot cards (her stand could also tie into it) and gives her girlfriend readings, making her protection jars, teaching her about crystals, teaching Trish how to manifest things easily ect. AND FOR CERTAIN TRISH WOULD LOVE GLAMOUR MAGIC

Yaaaaas. Admittedly I’m not as much in practice as I’d like to be, so reader is more casual brujerias.

I’d love to say she’s supportive off the bat, but this is spoiled Trish Una after all…

Ok but, let’s be honest and approach Miss “I only drink French Mineral Water” Una with the lenses that at first she thinks witchcraft is complete bullshit.

She would probably call you a weirdo for lighting incense or cleansing anything with moon water.

Tells you to stop sprinkling salt because it’s messing up the floor.

Also gets annoyed when you do random tarot pulls at the start of every week.

However, as my former Catholic friend from Italy and I discussed, Catholics will talk so much shit about witchcraft yet they still hit up that one vieja in the side alley for any kind of remedios.

Trish is no exception to that rule because she deadass secretly thinks you’re going to hex her after she laughed at your crystal collection.

One time she also saw you burning a bay leaf with someone’s name on it, a mutual acquaintance that had been acting like an asshole. Said person ended up having the shittiest month of their lives.

You explained to her that you’ve been doing these rituals for a while and noticed hey, they actually work, so you keep it up.

Yours is a more casual approach, your book of shadows is more a scrap book page in an old diary that looks like a grocery list.

Some shit works, some doesn’t. You prefer to keep whole specimens of crystals around the house.

You explained to Trish the various crystals you had and the cultural significance of each based on extensive research.

You also give her things and she’s very touched. Because she’s a romantic, she often begins choosing jewelry that has rose quartz in it.

“I asked my rose quartz to find me someone who would love me as much as I love them, and I found you. My pink haired sweetie pie.~”

Ok, now she is obsessed with rose quartz.

Absolutely cherishes anything you give her. Especially loving the extra attention when you tell her things like “I made sure to light a candle for your show honey, best wishes!” Or when you give her one of your crystals to take on tour.

You even started carving sigils of protection in her compacts, and she swears she can feel the good intentions when she puts on her blush or highlighter.

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jjba #jjba x reader #trish una x fem!reader #trish una x reader #trish una #jjba golden wind #jjba vento auero #jjba va #jojo’s bizarre adventure vento aureo

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wqlfstqr · 1 month ago

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◟𖥻 before falling in love : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

Percy finds a list y/n made in order to fall in love, he's determined to be the one to complete it.

warnings: briefly hinted cabin 7 reader

author: this is inspired by the book mi conquista tiene una lista by Inma Rubiales. Recommended if you like cheesy romcoms (as i do) and can read in spanish !!

Percy didn’t mean to find it, really. He didn’t mean to pry into her things; it felt like an invasion of privacy. But she was the one that had sent him to look for a paintbrush while she was painting, and he wasn't at fault if said paintbrush was beside a piece of paper that called for his attention.

'things someone has to do before I fall in love'

At first, he wants to go and tease her about it, but as he starts reading, he realizes this is his opportunity.

He had been in love with her for so long he couldn't even pinpoint the exact moment. He has tried to get her to notice, but either she is too oblivious or she acts like it.

But this list- this list is exactly what Percy needed. He can't tell her, of course, but he is sure that he can check off all the boxes in her list. Then, that's going to show her that he is at least worth a date.

"Percy, did you find my paintbrush?" she calls from out of the cabin, he quickly pockets the piece of paper on his jeans and takes the brush to go with her.

it is no big deal, he's just going to take the list with him to make sure he can follow it. She won't realize.

1. sings with me (even if they can't sing well)

Percy loves watching her in her element, how she gets absorbed once she's in front of the easel, the way her brush runs through the white canvas, how her brows furrow together when she makes a mistake that surely no one but her is able to notice.

She sings when she's distracted, and percy loves it. Her voice is just perfect. And somehow, she always seems to know every song playing on the radio.

And he always finds an excuse to just sit there and watch her as she paints. It's a wonder how she hasn't realized how utterly in love he is, because every time he looks at her with such love in his eyes that by this point, everyone in camp knows about it.

Sometimes he helps her, mostly when she can't seem to find the paintbrush or pallete she needs, which is why he even found the list to begin with and- talking about the list! Percy remembers exactly what the first point was.

Sing with her. Percy doesn’t like singing, he's sure that didn’t come with the list of talents provided by Poseidon. He thinks his voice is terrible and even the idea of singing and disturbing the beautiful sound of her voice was just wrong.

So he starts small, humming along the music. He recognizes this one. That's a first. Even y/n seems surprised as she pauses for a moment, a small smile tugs at her lips before she goes back to painting, but Percy swears he sees the spark of amusement in her expression.

"You know this one?" she asks, her tone light and teasing. "Come on, sing with me"

"I’m not a singer" he mutters, immediately stopping his humming. "In fact, i'm terrible at singing."

"Who said you had to be a good singer? It’s not an audition" she teases, picking up a clean paintbrush and holding it out to him like a microphone. "here."

Before he can even think about protesting, the chorus of the song kicks in, and she starts singing, her voice clear and cheerful. Percy groans, but he picks up the paintbrush as he starts humming again.

She grins widely. "See? it's not that hard"

"I’m still not singing, no way" he insists, though his voice is softer now, the edges of his reluctance smoothing out just by the sight of her smile.

"Oh, you will" she says confidently, twirling the paintbrush and pointing it at him like a challenge. "Come on, It’s a duet. You can’t say no."

And he really can't, not because he cares about any duet whatsoever but just because he can't ever say no to her.

Before Percy knows it, the words spill out of him, hesitant at first, but then stronger as he loosens up. He's Slightly off key, but she doesn’t seem to care. She cheers him on, laughing as he stumbles over the lyrics.

"You know, you're actually not that bad." she teases as the song reaches its end.

"You're ridiculous." he says between chuckles, handing the paintbrush back.

"And you’re fun sometimes." she replies, beaming up at him.

He gasps playfully. "Excuse you? sometimes?"

When she burst out laughing, Percy smiles at her. He wasn't expecting checking off the first item on the list would be this easy. Or this fun.

2. dances in the rain with me.

The second item comes just as naturally as the first one. Percy doesn’t have to force anything, it just so happens that a few days later, it started raining just when they were walking back from sword training.

Most campers around them take their things and run for cover. Percy's just about to do the same, knowing the rain is probably Zeus' doing and not wanting to be anywhere near it, when his eyes fall on her and stops right on his track.

Far from being agitated by the sudden downpour like everyone else, she tilts her face up, laughing as the rain fall all over her. She looks so carefree, so beautiful, that Percy can hardly be blamed for allowing himself to be pulled into her orbit once again.

Without hesitation, he steps forward, takes her hand, pulls her closer and spins her around. She is confused at first, but then she laughs, her face full of joy.

Percy is not a good dancer in the slightest, but he tries just for her. He lets himself relax under the pouring rain, twirling her again and again, his hands holding her waist as she throws her head back, laughing like its the best thing in the world.

He knows there are people around them, probably watching, but he can’t bring himself to care. Her smile, her laugh, make everything else fade into the background. It's like they are in one of those cheesy romantic movies that she has always seem to enjoy so much.

When the moment slows, Percy reaches out and gently brushes wet strands of hair off her face. She leans into his touch, smiling softly, and for a second, he’s sure his heart skips a beat.

"I didn’t know you were such a good dancer." she comments, her voice filled with amusement as she tries to catch her breath, raindrops running down her cheeks.

I could be anything for you he thinks, but instead, he smiles playfully. "maybe i'm just full of surprises."

3. creates something just for me

bonus: 4. knows my favorite flower

Percy realizes soon enough that not everything on the list is going to be as easy as simply going with the flow. He is good at a lot of things, but crafting isn't one of them, so going through the process of creating something was just- difficult to say the least.

Still, he doesn’t want to half-ass this one, if she wants him to create something for her, then it'll have to be special.

That's where Leo comes in, Percy has to beg the boy for his help. But once he ends up agreeing, it's all set to go.

"metal flowers?" Leo repeats, leaning against the workbench in bunker nine. "Really, dude? you're whipped."

Percy shrugs, trying to act casual. "She really likes flowers. And uh- she loves peonies."

How does Percy knows she loves peonies? even he's surprised, he doesn't remember her telling him. But he simply knows. And he's sure of it, too.

"And couldn't you simply buy her some flowers?" Leo asks, but Percy can already see the gears turning in his head.

"She deserves something unique and special, doesn’t she?" He replies, and that seems to be enough for Leo.

"Alright, let's get to work then."

The two of them spend hours working together. Leo shows Percy how to mold and bend the metal into petal shapes. It's easier said than done, but after a few tries, Percy's able to do it by himself while Leo focuses on welding them together, because he doesn’t trust Percy won't end up burning down the bunker.

When they're finally done, they have a steel peony. It isn't perfect, but Percy's proud of it. It feels special, and he can't wait to give it to her, he barely manages to thank Leo before he's rushing out of the bunker.

He's able to find y/n on the stables, she has her hair in a ponytail, a few strands falling messily over her face. She's focused on grooming a pegasus, so she doesn’t notice Percy until he taps her shoulder.

She's startled at first, but once she sees Percy, she visibly relaxes. "Oh hi Perce, do you need something?"

Percy was excited, but now he's clearly nervous as he stutters through his words. "I- um- I made something for you."

That gets her attention, she looks at him surprised as she sets the comb down. "You got me something? what do you-"

Her words trail off when Percy pulls his creation from behind his back. She seems surprised, looking in between the flower he's holding and his face, as though she can't surely trust her eyes.

"you like peonies, don't you?" he asks hesitantly, even though he had been one hundred percent sure of his choice a few hours ago.

She opens and closes her mouth, words dying before they can escape her lips as she reaches and takes the steel peony from Percy's hand.

It takes her just a moment to realize that Percy is still looking at her with eyes full of doubt, and then her lips finally curl up into a beaming smile. "Like them? Percy i adore peonies." she looks back at the flower in her hand, and she almost feels like crying. "It's so beautiful, how did you make it? how did you know I like peonies?"

"I'm sure you've mentioned it before" he shrugs, trying to hide how nervous he is. "but i'm glad you liked it."

"I love it." she reassures him, her smile wide. "thank you, Perce."

And when she leans and kisses his cheek, he knows the effort was worth it. He would do anything just to make her happy.

5. listens to me

bonus: 6. shares his opinions with me

Some of these were the easiest because, well- Percy already did them. It was the minimum he could do, really. Listening to her came as a second nature.

He could be in a room full of people, all of them talking at once. but the moment y/n's voice filled his ears, he would be the first one listening.

Right now, he's in the middle of a shouting match with Clarisse. Cabin meetings always go just like this, they waste the first hour without accomplishing anything, the other counselors are used to this by now.

"I'm just saying, we shouldn't show any weakness! we should focus on our defense." Clarisse slams her palms against the ping pong table, her voice rising. "we're still vulnerable and we shouldn't rely on a stupid dragon for everything!"

"And i'm just saying." Percy fires back, already losing what little patience he has. "We need to focus on training new campers first, we-"

Clarisse cuts him short, it's not the first time she has done it. "what better training than patrolling the borders?"

"We won't send our new campers to fight monsters without any previous training!" His voice rises, everyone else stares like they're watching a tennis match. "We won't send them to die, have you gone mad?"

Before Clarisse can reply, surely to fire back with some offense on her part, y/n's voice cuts through the noise.

"Okay, let's calm down." Percy's head whips towards her the moment she talks, the heat of the argument forgotten the moment his eyes find hers. "you both have a point."

"but-" Clarisse starts again, but Percy's faster.

"let her talk" he interrupts before they can get into another argument.

y/n falters for a moment. She isn’t even supposed to be at this meeting, she’s only covering for Will, who’s stuck at the infirmary with some campers who got into a fight. She feels out of place and is ready to choke on her words. But when her gaze meets Percy’s, he nods at her and offers a small, reassuring smile. It’s all she needs to find the courage to continue.

She takes a deep breath and then keeps going. "Defense is important, but we do need more trained campers. Maybe we could compromise? Split the efforts? Half the camp focuses on guarding the borders, while the other half works on training?"

There's a murmur of agreement amongst everyone else at the table, even Clarisse seems to deflate as she acknowledges the logic in her suggestion. But her eyes are still focused on Percy, she might not say it out loud but she values his opinion.

"Actually" he says after a beat, his voice softer now. "that’s not a bad idea. If we rotate shifts, we could cover both."

Clarisse rolls her eyes at Percy, but she finally concedes. “Fine. That works.”

y/n allows herself a small, satisfied smile. Percy catches it, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his own face.

He knows this isn't the first time she was able to calm him down or change his perspective on something, it probably won't be the last either. He'd simply listen to her anytime.

7. Shares his interests with me

It takes Percy a lot of convincing to get her to even step into the water. She’s suspicious of his plan and stalls for ages before finally caving to his begging and jumping in.

It’s worth it, though, because Percy gets to hold her close under the guise of teaching her how to swim.

"Okay don't panic." He says gently as he guides her into the water. "just lay on your back and try floating, i've got you."

She gives him a skeptical look, but he smiles and hesitantly places his hands on her waist, gently guiding her to lie back. His touch is steady, reassuring, and slowly, she begins to relax.

"There you go, see? it wasn't that hard." Percy says softly, not wanting to disrupt the peace of the moment.

"Well, i'm not drowning, so that's a win" she jokes, earning a chuckle from Percy.

As the time goes on, Percy shows her how to kick her legs, how to paddle with her arms, and she was able to float by herself in no time, clumsily treading through water while she laughed.

"You're a natural." he says, though he's already missing holding her close.

She splashes him, when he laughs, she has to ignore the way her heart flutters in her chest. "Maybe I just have a great teacher."

By the time the sun started to set in the sky, they had spent hours swimming around, splashing each other and laughing. Being able to see her smile while she floats close to him, Percy feels his chest tighten, a warm spreading through him.

"I-" love you. Percy is able to catch himself before the words can slip out of his mouth. "thank you for coming with me."

Her eyes sparkle like they're holding a million stars in them. "Thank you for teaching me how to swim."

Percy's in love, and he knows he won't be able to keep it to himself for much longer.

8. stargazes with me

The moon is high in the sky by the time they climb out of the water, the gentle sounds of waves lapping against the shore filling their ears. The air is cooler now, and y/n shivers as droplets of water trickle down her skin.

Percy notices immediately, and he grabs a towel, wrapping it around her shoulders as they sit down on the pier. "Here."

"Thank you." She smiles at him warmly.

For a moment, they sit in silence, their feet dangling over the edge of the pier, toes grazing the water. The sky above them is impossibly clear, stars scattered across the sky. The moonlight casts a soft glow on Percy's face, and she can't help but stare at him just a little longer than she'd like to admit.

She quickly looks away when he turns to glance at her, busying herself with admiring the sky instead. "it's beautiful out here."

"Yeah." he replies, his eyes fixated on her. "it is."

She doesn’t notice at first, too distracted by the way the constellations seem to shine just for them. But when she turns her head to make a comment, she catches him looking at her instead of the sky.

Her heart skips a beat, but she tries to ignore her reaction behind a small laugh. "Do you know the constellations?"

"Not really." he admits, shrugging. "I mean, I know of a few, but I always end up mixing them up."

She smiles softly, pointing at a small cluster of stars. "That one's Orion's belt."

Percy squints at the sky, following her finger. "Oh right, I see it now."

Just like that, they fall into an easy rhythm of pointing out constellations, or at least trying to. When they can’t find one, they make up their own, laughing as they assign ridiculous names to each star.

Eventually, the laughter fades away and they're left with the sound of waves crashing to fill the silence. She hums happily, resting her head on Percy's shoulder.

"Thank you for today." she murmurs softly.

Percy feels a warm on his chest he's become too familiar to. "Anytime."

9. always tells me the truth

it takes a week for y/n to notice the list is missing. And she's immediately panicking. She had written that list as a spur of the moment, something so personal she couldn't even think about sharing it with anyone.

As her siblings leave for breakfast, she stays behind. She has already torn her side of the cabin apart, but there’s no sign of the pink paper she used to write the list.

She's full on freaking out when someone knocks on her door. She's about to tell whoever is at the door to go away, but then she turns around and finds Percy standing by the doorway.

The effect is immediate. Just the sight of him makes her body relax, even if only slightly. Percy has always had that effect on her, it's like the world slows down for a moment, and the chaos in her mind quiets.

"Hey, I wanted to talk to you" he smiles at her, but once he notices her panicked expression, he raises his eyebrows hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

She freezes, unsure whether to lie or spill everything. But as her eyes meet his, she crumbles under his gaze.

"No" she admits quietly. “I lost something really important.”

Percy steps inside, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I can help you find it, what did you-”

He stops himself mid-sentence just as the realization dawns on him. He knows what she lost. He has it on his pocket.

She doesn’t even seem to notice his sudden change of attitude, she's too busy pacing around the room. "It's a piece of paper but it's personal. And very important. I can't lose it Percy."

Percy has to stop her before she keeps talking. "i have it."

She stops on her tracks, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes. "What?"

Percy takes a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he pulls the pink paper from his pocket. It's Slightly crumpled now, but unmistakable. "I have your list."

y/n's white as a ghost as she silently looks at him, so he keeps talking. "I swear I wasn't trying to snoop or anything. It was just there when I came to find the paintbrush you asked for and I-"

"Did you read it?" she asks, her voice barely a shaky whisper.

Percy nods, guilt flashing across his face. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have, but… I've been working through it."

Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Her face flushes with a mix of disappointment and embarrassment, and she snatches the paper from his hand, clutching it tightly.

"Percy you don't understand." she shakes her head, tears gathering on her eyes. "When I wrote this list, I didn’t want anyone to see it, because I didn’t want whoever completed it, did it just because they had to."

He understands where she's coming from, he really does. Which is why he doesn’t panic and simply takes a step towards her, carefully reaching to take her hand. "No you don't understand. y/n, I didn’t do those things because I had to do them, but because I wanted to. Everything on there- it’s stuff I’d already do for you anyway."

Her breath catches in her throat, but she doesn’t take her hand away from him.

"I already love listening to you, and I share my opinions with you because I want you to know the real me. I made that flower because you deserved something special, and I already knew your favorite flowers were peonies. I taught you to swim because I wanted to share that part of my world with you, and every time I spend time with you is because-" he closes his eyes for a moment, he knows he can't keep hiding his feelings." simply because I love you, I love seeing you smile and I love hearing your laugh. So of course, I'd do anything just to spend time around you."

His words take away her breath, but she can only focus on three specific words. "You what?"

"I love you." he replies, no hesitation. "And if this changes anything between us, I’ll understand. But I just can't keep pretending I don't love you."

For a long moment, she stands frozen, clutching the list in her hand. Her heart races wildly, and her hands tremble. But as the truth of his words sinks in, a realization washes over her like a wave.

She thinks back to every moment they’ve shared, how he's always the first person she looks for in a room. She thinks about how she's always looked for his comfort, how he always listened to her and made her feel safe, like she belongs.

She thinks about writing that list. And how it always felt so specific, like no one could surely fulfill it. And it was always because she had one person in mind while writing it. him.

It hits her all at once: she loves him too. She’s been in love with him for longer than she realized.

"Percy" she mumbles, her voice soft and her eyes full with tears. "I love you too."

That's everything he needs to hear. He doesn’t even need to ask for confirmation. He can see it in her eyes. He knows.

Before she adds anything else, Percy leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. It’s everything she imagined and more, and she knows in that moment that every word he said was true.

She loves him. She’s sure of it now, just as sure as she is that he loves her.

When he pulls back, there’s a smile on his face that makes her heart flutter. He reaches up, lightly tapping the paper in her hand, his voice warm and teasing. "Looks like you can cross the last item off your list."

10. Kisses me

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mysunshinetemptress · 1 month ago

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Never Have I Ever

Barca Femaní x Teen Reader

The bright lights of the makeshift studio were starting to give you a headache, but the end was in sight. Media day. A necessary evil, as your coach called it. Hours of posing, smiling, answering repetitive questions, and generally trying to look like you weren't about to collapse from boredom. But this, the final task, was different. This was the fun part.

You, Jana, and Patri were standing shoulder to shoulder, each holding a light-up paddle. The paddles were programmed to cycle through different colours – red "I haven't" and green "I have" - the task was simple Never Have I Ever. A classic icebreaker, but with the added element of flashing lights and the potential for some embarrassing revelations.

The camera crew stood before you, along with a couple of team media personnel, all grinning with anticipation. One of the media guys, a young, energetic guy named Marco , held a microphone and a clipboard.

"D'acord, senyores," Marco said, his voice amplified by the microphone. "A punt per jugar una mica Mai ho he mai?"

Jana bounced on the balls of her feet, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nascut llest!"

Patri gave a small, polite smile. "Fem-ho."

You nodded, trying to suppress a grin. You were usually quite reserved, especially for a teenager but there was something about the silly nature of the game that loosened you up.

"Vale, I'll start," Marco said, consulting his clipboard. "Never have I ever… accidentally called my coach 'Mama' or 'papa'."

Jana's paddle immediately flashed green. She groaned and covered her face with her hands. "ay dios mío, it was awful," she said, laughing. "It was during training, and I was so tired, and I just blurted out 'papa!' He just stared at me, and I wanted the ground to swallow me whole."

Patri’s paddle remained red, as did yours. You’d always been careful to keep your interactions with the coach strictly professional.

"Vale, next one," Marc continued. "Never have I ever… snuck out of team curfew."

Jana’s paddle flashed green again, eliciting more laughter from the crew. "Vale, Vale, I was young and foolish," she admitted, raising her hands in surrender. "It was just to go get ice cream! It was worth it."

Patri’s paddle stayed red, and you hesitated for a moment before pressing the red button on your own paddle. You’d never been one for breaking rules, even now as the other younger girls tried to entice you.

"Muy bien, Y/n, estás despierto," Marco said, turning to you with a smile. "Never have I ever… forgotten my kit bag for a match."

Your paddle flashed green immediately. You winced, remembering the frantic scramble to borrow spare kit from a teammate just minutes before kickoff. It had been a stressful experience, and one you’d never forget. It was your first time playing at a more senior level at La Misa and the older girls kit nearly swallowed you whole.

Jana and Patri both laughed, their paddles red. "Oh, that's a classic," Jana said.

The game continued, with Marc reading out a mix of team-related and more general "Never Have I Ever" statements. Some of the questions were funny, some were slightly embarrassing, and some were surprisingly revealing.

"Never have I ever… cried after a loss," Marco read.

All three of your paddles flashed green. You all shared a knowing glance. The pain of defeat was something you all understood intimately.

"Never have I ever… pretended to be injured to get out of training," Marco said, grinning.

Jana’s paddle flashed green instantly. Patri and you burst out laughing. "That's definitely Jana," Patri said, shaking her head.

Your paddle and Patri’s stayed red. You were both too dedicated to the sport to ever consider faking an injury. Your idolies wouldn't do it so why would you.

As the game went on, you started to feel more comfortable, more relaxed. You were laughing and joking with Jana and Patri, sharing stories and making fun of each other. The tension of media day had completely dissipated, replaced by a genuine sense of camaraderie.

Finally, Marco announced the last question. "This is a big one," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Never have I ever… had a crush on a teammate."

Jana’s paddle flashed green immediately, followed shortly by Patri’s. You hesitated for a moment, a strange feeling fluttering in your stomach. You glanced at Jana and Patri, who were both looking at you expectantly. You took a deep breath and pressed the green button on your paddle.

A collective gasp went up from the crew. Jana and Patri’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Ooooh," Marco said, his voice full of intrigue. "This is getting interesting. Care to elaborate, Y/n?"

You felt your cheeks flush slightly, but you managed a small smile. "It's nothing serious," you said, shrugging. "Just a little…admiración"

Jana winked at you. "We've all been there," she said, laughing.

The game ended shortly after, and the camera crew began packing up their equipment. You, Jana, and Patri lingered for a moment, still buzzing from the fun of the game.

From the moment you left the makeshift studio, the “crush” revelation became the team’s new favorite topic of conversation. It wasn’t malicious pestering, more like playful teasing and genuine curiosity, but it was relentless.

In the changing room after training, Jana would nudge you with her elbow and whisper, “So, spill the tea! Who is it?” Her eyes would twinkle with mischief as she waited for your reaction.

You’d blush and try to deflect the question, saying things like, “It’s no one important,” or “It was a long time ago.” But Jana wouldn’t give up easily. She’d launch into a guessing game, rattling off the names of various teammates, coaches, even the team’s physio.

You hope it stays between the three of you, you admition to having a crush on a teammate but of course its Jana and Patri and that hope is short lived.

The speed at which the news spread was almost comical. It was like wildfire, fueled by the team’s insatiable appetite for gossip. Within an hour, it seemed every single member of the squad knew about your “little admiración.” You could practically feel the collective gaze of the team on you, a mixture of amusement, curiosity, and knowing smiles.

It wasn't long before Mapi, the team’s resident prankster and self-proclaimed expert on all things love and romance, cornered you in the locker room. She bounced on the balls of her feet, a wide grin plastered across her face.

“So,” she began, nudging you playfully with her elbow. “Tell me everything! Who’s the lucky lady?”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. “Mapi, please,” you mumbled. “It’s really not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Mapi exclaimed, her eyes widening in mock horror. “Are you kidding? This is huge! This is the kind of drama we live for!”

She launched into a series of rapid-fire questions, rattling off names of various teammates, coaches, even the team’s groundskeeper. You tried your best to deflect her inquiries, offering vague answers and changing the subject whenever possible.

“Come on, Y/n,” Mapi persisted, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Just give me a hint. Is she tall? Short? Does she have a good sense of humor? Is she a good passer?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her relentless questioning. Mapi was like a dog with a bone; she wouldn’t let go until she got what she wanted.

Just as you were about to give in and offer a meaningless clue to appease her, Ingrid, the team’s captain and voice of reason, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She placed a hand on Mapi’s shoulder, pulling her away from you.

“Mapi,” Ingrid said firmly, her voice laced with a hint of warning. “Leave her alone.”

Mapi groaned dramatically, but she reluctantly backed off. “Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But I’m not giving up that easily.”

Ingrid turned to you, offering a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about her,” she said. “She’s just being Mapi.”

You nodded gratefully. “Thanks, Ingrid,” you said. “I appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” Ingrid replied. “Just let me know if she gets too annoying.”

But shortly after Mapi it moves to Esme and Vicky.

Esme and Vicky, the team’s dynamic duo, were next. They approached you during lunch, sliding into the seats opposite you with matching mischievous grins. They were known for their close friendship and shared sense of humor, often finishing each other’s sentences and communicating through inside jokes.

“So, Y/n,” Esme began, her eyes twinkling. “We’ve heard some… interesting rumors.”

Vicky nodded in agreement, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Something about a certain… teammate?”

You sighed, bracing yourself for another round of questioning. “It’s just a silly crush,” you mumbled, picking at your food. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, we beg to differ,” Esme said, exchanging a knowing glance with Vicky. “This is major news! We need details!”

They launched into their own version of the guessing game, their rapid-fire questions overlapping and intertwining. They were like a well-oiled machine, anticipating each other’s thoughts and building on each other’s jokes.

“Is it someone in the midfield?” Esme asked.

“Or maybe a forward?” Vicky suggested.

“Perhaps a defender?” Esme countered.

“Or maybe,” Vicky said, pausing for dramatic effect, “it’s the coach!”

You choked on your water, sputtering and coughing. Esme and Vicky burst out laughing, their eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Okay, okay, we’re just kidding,” Esme said, patting you on the back. “But seriously, Y/n, we’re just curious. We want to know who’s captured your heart.”

You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. You trusted Esme and Vicky, but you were still hesitant to share such a personal detail.

“It’s… someone I admire,” you said finally, choosing your words carefully. “Someone who’s really talented and dedicated.”

Esme and Vicky exchanged another knowing glance. “That narrows it down to about half the team,” Vicky said dryly.

“But seriously,” Esme added, her voice softening. “We’re just happy for you, Y/n. We want you to be happy.”

“Thanks,” you said, offering them a genuine smile. “I appreciate that.”

You thought you’d weathered the storm. The relentless teasing had subsided, replaced by the occasional knowing glance or subtle nudge. You’d even started to relax a little, believing the “crush” saga was finally behind you. But you were wrong. So very wrong.

The team bonding night was a tradition, a chance for everyone to let loose and have some fun outside of the pressures of training and matches. This time, it was a casual gathering at a local karaoke bar. The atmosphere was buzzing with energy, fueled by loud music, flashing lights, and the general excitement of being off-duty.

You were initially hesitant to go, still reeling from the media day fallout. But Jana and Patri had insisted, assuring you that it would be a good time and that the “crush” topic was officially off-limits. You reluctantly agreed, hoping they were right.

For the first few hours, everything went smoothly. You laughed and sang along to the music, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere and the company of your teammates. You even managed to belt out a surprisingly decent rendition of a classic pop song, much to the amusement of Jana and Patri.

But as the night wore on and the drinks flowed, the atmosphere became more boisterous and the conversations more… revealing. And, inevitably, the topic of your “admiración” resurfaced.

It started innocently enough. Someone put on a cheesy love song, and a few of the players started jokingly serenading each other. Then, Mapi, never one to let a good opportunity pass her by, grabbed the microphone and announced to the entire bar, “Okay, everyone, let’s dedicate this next song to Y/n and their secret crush!”

A chorus of cheers and whistles erupted from the team. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You shot a pleading look at Jana and Patri, but they just shrugged apologetically, their faces etched with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

Mapi, oblivious to your discomfort, continued her impromptu dedication, adding fuel to the fire with a series of suggestive comments and playful innuendos. The team roared with laughter, egging her on.

You wanted to disappear, to become invisible, to escape the intense scrutiny of the entire team. You felt trapped, exposed, your privacy completely violated.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, Esme and Vicky, fueled by liquid courage and a shared sense of mischief, decided to take the stage for a duet. They chose a popular love song and, as they sang, they began pointing and gesturing towards various members of the team, adding their own commentary and inside jokes.

Still you don't crack not until Alexia comes and wraps her arm around you.

So,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes. “I hear you have a little… admiración for someone.”

You blushed furiously, but you couldn’t help but smile at her teasing tone.

“It’s not a crush,” you mumbled, shaking your head slightly. “It’s more like… respect. I really admire her talent and dedication.”

“Oh, I see,” Alexia said, nodding thoughtfully. “So, it’s not someone on the team?”

You shook your head again, relieved to finally be able to talk about it openly, even if it was with Alexia, which was still incredibly nerve-wracking. “No,” you said. “She plays… out of Spain, actually.”

Alexia’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Oh, really?” she said. “That’s interesting.”

She paused for a moment, considering your words. Then, a slow smile spread across her face. “Well,” she said, her voice warm and encouraging. “Admiration is a wonderful thing. It can inspire you to be better, to push yourself further.”

You feel your cheeks reden, you can't hide it anymore and the fact your about to tell her ex girlfriend is ironic "Its Jenni."

“Jenni,” Alexia repeated, the name rolling off her tongue. Her tone was even, giving nothing away. “Jenni Hermoso?”

You nodded, your cheeks burning a deeper shade of red. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on you. You were confessing your admiration for Jenni Hermoso, a player widely considered one of the best in the world, to her ex-girlfriend. The universe definitely had a sense of humor.

A brief silence hung between you, punctuated only by the off-key singing from the stage and the general chatter of the bar. Alexia’s arm remained around your shoulders, a comforting weight, but the atmosphere had subtly shifted.

“She’s… a fantastic player,” Alexia said finally, her voice measured. “Incredibly talented.”

You nodded again, finding your voice. “She is,” you agreed, your voice filled with genuine admiration. “I’ve watched her play for years. Her technique, her vision… it’s inspiring.”

You found yourself rambling slightly, trying to fill the awkward silence. You talked about Jenni’s incredible goal-scoring record, her ability to create chances for her teammates, her influence on the game. You were so focused on avoiding any mention of the personal connection between Alexia and Jenni that you almost forgot who you were talking to.

You pause waiting for Alexia to shout at you for having a crush on her ex girlfriend but instead she tilts her head back and laughs "Oh Mi Amor, Im so telling her next time i see her thats so cute."

You shove her away slightly but immediatly pull her back as she whips out her phone and starts typing, out of everyone Alexia just might be the worst person you could have told.

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raekensluver · 6 months ago

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savage temptations

description: when theodore nott's touch becomes more intense, he creates blending sensations that will leave a lasting impression.

pairing: dark!theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, dom!theo, p in v, p in v from behind, unprotected sex, breath play, mentions of blood, spitting, name-calling (slut), overstimulation, squirting.

song rec: if you think i'm pretty by artemis- "if you think i'm pretty, lay your hands on me."

w.c: 1.4k

an: midnight thoughts are what fuel me 😝

theo's lips crashed into yours, a furious storm of passion and urgency. you could feel the stubble on his chin scraping against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. his hands, usually so gentle, now had a firm grip on your face, holding you in place as if he was afraid you might vanish if he let go. your eyes fluttered shut, and you let out a soft gasp as his tongue pushed past your teeth, dancing with yours in a fierce, desperate rhythm.

his touch grew rougher, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushed your legs apart. you felt the heat of his body pressing against you, his hips rolling into yours with an intensity that stole your breath. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, and you realized he'd torn your lace underwear off. a thrill of fear and excitement shot through you, but you didn't stop him. instead, you reached up, your nails scratching along his back, leaving trails of red in their wake.

his teeth grazed your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a bruise, and you moaned, arching your back. theo's hands were everywhere, touching you in places you didn't even know could feel so good. his breath was hot and ragged in your ear as he whispered dark, dirty words that made your cheeks burn. every touch, every word was like a brand, marking you as his.

his weight shifted, and you felt him position himself at your entrance. without warning, he thrust into you, filling you up in one swift, brutal motion. you cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that echoed through the room. your nails dug deeper into his back, drawing blood this time, but he didn't flinch. he just grunted and pushed deeper, his eyes never leaving yours.

theo's hand slid up to wrap around your neck, his thumb resting on your pulse. he squeezed gently, not enough to cut off your air, but just enough to make you aware of his power over you. your heart raced in response, beating faster as he began to move. every thrust was punctuated by a squeeze, a silent promise that he could take it all away if he wanted to. but he never did. he just held you there, suspended between fear and desire.

you felt your body responding to his roughness, your walls tightening around him, urging him deeper. and with every movement, he whispered, "good girl," in your ear. it was a mantra, a declaration of ownership, a reward for your submission. his voice was gritty with passion, his eyes blazing with a fierce love that seemed to consume him. and as much as it scared you, it also made you feel alive.

theo's grip on your neck tightened, and he leaned in, his teeth capturing your bottom lip in a bruising kiss. "open your mouth," he growled, and you obeyed, sticking your tongue out. without hesitation, he spit into your mouth, and you swallowed it, feeling your arousal spike even higher. it was crude, it was filthy, and it was everything you never knew you wanted.

with a snarl, he flipped you over onto your stomach, your hands planted firmly on the bed for balance. your hips were pushed up high, your body arching back towards him. he slammed into you from behind, and the new angle had you seeing stars. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your cries of pleasure and his grunts of satisfaction.

his voice grew deeper, the words coming out as harsh whispers in his native tongue. "sei una troia," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. you didn't need a translation to know he was calling you a slut in italian. it only served to turn you on more, the way the words rolled off his tongue, sounding so beautifully wrong. your hips rocked back to meet his, desperate for more.

theo's other hand found your hair, pulling it back in a firm grip. "good girl," he said again, the words sounding almost like a purr. he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. the pressure built inside you, like a volcano threatening to erupt.

his hand reached around, his fingers finding their way to your clit. he began to rub it in tight, fast circles, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your hips bucking back against him in response. his strokes grew rougher, matching the tempo of his thrusts, and you knew you were close, so close to the edge.

suddenly, your body convulsed, and you squirted, the wetness soaking the bed beneath you. theo's eyes widened with lust, and he swore in italian, his grip on your hair tightening. the feeling was indescribable, a release that washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. he didn't stop, though, instead using the slickness to drive himself deeper into you, his movements growing more erratic.

with a guttural moan, he pulled out and flipped you over again, so you were facing him. your legs were shaking as he positioned himself between them, his cock glistening with your juices. he slammed back into you, and you could see the hunger in his eyes, the need to claim you fully. your nails dug into the bed sheets, desperately trying to find purchase as he pounded into you, his muscles straining with every thrust.

you whispered through clenched teeth, "i can't, theo, i can't," but he just leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, and whispered back, "you can, tesoro." his voice was a dark promise, a challenge that you felt deep in your core. something within you responded, your body begging for more despite the ache that was building.

his hand slid down your body, his thumb pressing against your clit, and you bit back a scream. the pleasure was too much, too intense, but he didn't relent. "you're so close," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "just a little more." you felt yourself rising again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might snap.

then, with a savage snarl, he pulled out, leaving you gasping and empty. "tell me," he demanded, his eyes boring into yours. "tell me you're mine." the room was spinning, your body desperate for release, but you knew what he wanted. you had to give it to him. "yes," you choked out, your voice hoarse from screaming. "yes, i'm yours."

theo's smile was wicked, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "say it," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "say it like you mean it." and so, you did. "i'm yours, theo. i'm your slut, your good girl." the words were like a password to some hidden part of yourself, and as you spoke them, you felt something inside you unlock, something wild and primal.

his hand moved to your throat again, squeezing just enough to make you feel the throb of your pulse. "good," he murmured, and then he was back inside you, filling you up completely. his strokes were slower now, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of you. your eyes rolled back in your head, and you couldn't help but moan, the sound strangled by his grip.

his free hand snaked up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries as he pumped into you with increasing ferocity. the pressure was building again, a crescendo of sensation that you were powerless to resist. your body was his playground, and he knew exactly how to push you to the brink.

theo's breath grew ragged, his hips moving with a wild, almost desperate rhythm. you could feel the tension in his body, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining as he held himself above you. and then, with a final, guttural moan, he pulled out, his cock spurting hot, sticky cum all over your chest and stomach, painting your skin with his release.

his free hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. he kissed you there, his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "you're mine," he repeated, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "always."

edited 8.27.24

taglist: @nottsangel

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kombuuuu · 2 years ago

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hii i really enjoyed ur miles 42 fic, was wondering if u could write something about reader and miles meeting for the first time? who was interested first🤭?

For the Soul (and the Heart)

Miles!42 x Fem!Reader

“I’ll be here. So pretty fun, i’d say”. “Guess you’re right, Chiquita.”

AHHH meet cute x simpy miles we LOVE

Miles getting comfy w reader and reader getting progressively more combative the more time they spend together bc they luvvvvvvv each other? perfection

please don’t read if you get uncomfy with suggestive content, nothing too bad but still suggestive!

The morning was still. An odd occurrence for a Saturday. The winter chill had settled the night prior and seeped into ever cracked windowsill.

Streets coating in a thin layer of snow and trees dusted with the same. And acknowledging this freezing weather, obviously you decided to go for a walk. Snow crunched under your feet as you followed street signs, the only thing telling you where you were going was which street looked prettier.

Eventually you stopped, hugging your scarf closer to your nose and looking for a stall or shop that caught your eye.

Eventually it did, a quaint cafe stationed between two clothing stores, relatively small and pretty empty. The outside was decorated with white Lilly-of-the-Valley flowers, flower beds filled with the pretty things. Contrasting to the deep Mahogany of the wooden shop. Which looking into the wide window, seemed relatively the same. Deep furniture with white accents and a soft yellow light dancing along shiny hardwood floors.

Swirling cursive words cut into the wooden headboard swinging from a chain outside the door. “Morales Coffee.”

There looked to be seven or eight people in there currently, for how inconspicuous it tried to look, the amount of patrons at such an odd time (10:42 AM, not morning but not afternoon either.), You’d assume that coffee has to be amazing.

The door bell chimed sweetly at your entry, Barista turning to greet you.

The sweet woman gleamed over at you for a moment, turning back to her current customer while he pulled out his wallet. You lined up, looking at the pastries lining the glass displays. The ones catching your eye a Raspberry Danish and a cute baby blue Lunch-Box cake.

The man had moved away, leaving it your turn to order. The woman smiled at you and for once, approaching someone in costumer service didn’t feel as scary as it should’ve.

“Hi, What can I get for you today?” The curly haired woman had a twang of an accent curving her words. And a motherly vibe about her.

“Hey,” You smiled back at her “,Could I get a regular Mocha—.” You paused to let her punch it in. “.—A raspberry Danish and your blue cake.”

You pointed vaguely towards where the blue cake would be to her side of the display. “Yes, of course! That’ll be $18.40, thank you.”

Whilst you pulled out your purse to pay and she began to retrieve the items. She spoke up again. “Someone’s birthday?”

You laughed, not expecting her to speak so suddenly.

“Oh, no!” A chuckle left your lungs “Just want some cake recently. Saw your shop and its cakes. Thought may as well get it while i’m here.”

She laughed along with you, snorting a little as she boxed the small cake in the cardboard lunchbox. “Seems reasonable.”

“Thank you.”

She grabbed your danish and placed it on the counter, putting the cake in a bag and handing it to you.

“Thank you, again.”

“No worries, your mocha will be out shortly!” The bouncy lady turned around, going close to the back of the counter and opened a door you hadn’t realised was there, talking into it.

“Bebé, hay una chica linda ahí afuera que quiere un Mocha. Ve a hacerlo para ella. Y no la riegues.”

"Baby, there's a cute girl out there who wants a Mocha. Go do it for her. And don't mess it up."

Miles glanced up in confusion.

“¿Pero porqué me dices a mi?”

“Why me?”

“Pues es linda, y parece de tu edad.”

“She’s pretty, and around your age.”

“Ma, porfavor.”

“Ma, please.”

“Go.”

“Fine, fine.” He raised his hands in defeat and Rio kissed his cheek on the way out.

You found a seat with a cute view of the street outside and waited patiently for your coffee, people watching to pass time.

There was always a fear of crime in your neighbourhood. The lack of supposed ‘good guys’ coupled with the city being run down by anyone who wanted to escape trouble. Once news broke out of the first robbery in Brooklyn, where no one was caught. It was immediately put on the radar for any criminal looking to live somewhere safe.

The Prowler had been changing that. Little by little the Panther-esc.. Anti-Villain was scraping through the streets of Brooklyn and letting his blood stained claws drag over those in his way.

People feared him, the violence he brought with him.

You thought he was the closest thing to a hero you were getting, so who’s got room to complain?

If he’s not going to do the dirty work, who will?

The chatter of other people in the cafe had gotten slightly louder, four more people walking in while you sat.

“Miles, la chica linda de ahí.”

“Miles, That sweet girl over there.”

“Sí mamá, ya sé.”

“Yeah mama, I know.”

The smooth baritones accent of a boy around your age caught your attention. The way his letters curled giving you a rush of something down your spine. You looked up when you heard feet approaching, seeing probably the most ridiculously handsome man you have ever met bring you your coffee.

The way his jawline sharpened at a point, braids lying on his shoulders just below it. His lips that seemed awfully soft for someone who probably doesn’t even know what chapstick is. Lashes fluttering prettily over his high genes cheekbones, accenting his golden eyes. Jesus christ he’s pretty. His lips curled into a smirk at your face, your doe’d eyes gleaming up at him. He had some sharp canines.

“‘S one’s yours, Miss.” He placed the steaming mug on your table and you smiled. “Thank you!”

“No worries, Hermosa.” He looked at you a moment longer before the sweet lady called him back to make another order.

“Coming, Momma.” He called back to her, turning back to you for a second time and adding.

“I’m Miles, by the way.”

“Miles.. that’s a cute name.”

His lips upturned again at the compliment.

You gave him your name, which he hummed at, repeating it and rolling it around his tongue. His accent was gorgeous.

“Hope to see you ‘round, [Name].”

You choked out a pathetic affirmation, “Mhmma.— Yeah, yep.”

He laughed lightly and dragged his fingers along the table as he left.

Like claws.

—

Two days later you were back. It was some of the best coffee you’d ever had. And the desserts were the same, most of the cake still sitting boxed in the fridge.

Also there was an added bonus, being the coffee house owner, and her son.

The boy was interesting enough to keep your attention, sweet to you but held a sort of curiosity about him. Like he was hiding something but felt no shame in doing it, that it was righteously excused.

And to be real, you were dying to hear his voice again. Two days and all that had been playing in your head was the way he’d said your name, let the word travel down to his lungs and breathed life into it. A longing into it.

Miles was about the same, probably worse.

You saying his name was cute was probably his new lifeline. The way you had said it so innocently, sweetly to the likes of him. A twisted, wretched man. You had him swooning faster than he deemed safe, his body was going into overdrive. He had watched you while in their cafe, having never met someone so.. untainted by the world. Someone so sweet who carried nothing but a childlike innocence in their curios nature. Nothing done out of bad faith or in vain. You were nothing like him, he adored that.

So when you came wandering back into his Mommas cafe, he hoped to every universe it would be something you didn’t stop doing.

“Ah! Miss, You’re back!” His Ma greeted her, watching as the girl told Rio her name, and his Mom in return.

You guys chatted idly for a moment, your expressions clear as day. He could read you like a grown man could read a picture book, so easy it would be insulting to present him with it, if the content wasn’t you. The brightness and easy nature of you was something refreshing, he would say his Momma was easy-going, but times had been hard lately and his family needed a cheering up. You seemed like the perfect candidate.

Sweet, bubbly and looking at him right now- Oh. He waved at you, shivering at the eye contact and watching as you smiled at him and waved back, hands shaking. He likes how nervous he makes you.

You sniffled a little from the cold, dripping your hand as his Mom room your attention again. She handed you a cinnamon scroll and you paid quickly, dropping twenty bucks in the tip jar and quickly finding your way back to your seat.

“Miles! Un Mocha regular porfavor.”“Miles, regular Mocha please.”

He nodded to his mom, like he hadn’t remembered from last time. Like he hasn’t watched as you enjoyed something he made you.

—

“Bienvenida de nuevo, Chiquita.”“Welcome back, Chiquita.”

Sitting in the same spot as last time, staring at the idling passer-by’s, the light of a Winter morning danced off the snowy ground and highlighted your face, leaving a soft glow in your eyes.

You turned to him, paying him your whole mind.

“Thank you, Miles.” He placed your coffee in front of you, slightly leaning over you. He raised his eyebrows and hummed. You inhaled quickly, breath caught in your throat. Now realising the proximity between the two of you. Not only that, but there was a sweet smell that followed him around, coffee and cinnamon. How fitting.

His voice had gone deeper, smoother.

“I’m glad to see you back here—,” He leaned back again, hand dragging the same way it had two days prior. Your slow blink and parted lips made a deep rooted part of him begin to blossom once more.

He wanted to protect you the way he knew no one else could, wanted to lay his Soul down for you. Let you trace the veins imbedded in his skin with your teeth and take as much from him as you could. Run him dry, let him owe you his life so he can die protecting yours.

The speed his infatuation was growing probably wasn’t healthy.

“Really?” Your sweet, breathless inquiry silenced that though.

“Of course, Mami.”

“I—,” You paused, picking at you fingernails for a moment “,—I like it here, a lot.”

You leaned a little forward in your seat. Pressing your forearms against the wooden tabletop and leaning on them. He watched your back drop into a small arch, and for his own health, decided to ignore it. “‘S very cozy.” You glanced towards the window again. Watching another lad and her dog pass. He watched you.

“Mm, it is.”

“And you’re here.”

He sucked in a breath, fingers twitching.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your gaze flickered to him once more and he held it.

He let his hand drift to your shoulder, rubbing it slowly while he peeled himself away from the table.

“I gotta go, Mami, but enjoy your time.”

“You too, Miles.”

“I’ll be working,” He smiled at you, a small thing.

“I’ll be here. So pretty fun, I’d say.”

He hummed.

“Guess you’re right, Chiquita.”

—

It had been around four Months since Miles had met you. And he was in over his damn head, not that he wasn’t at your first meeting. But progressively, over time, he’d fallen deeper and deeper for you.

Everything you did had him in a chokehold. The way you were so sweet with his Mom, or how even uncle Aaron liked you when he’d stopped by the cafe.

How you offered to help around with no pay, generosity basically leaking from your heart. When you would come over just to see him because you “missed his voice”.

Or would sit in his room and wait for him. If he ever came home late, injured from things you had no business knowing, you wouldn’t ask a thing. You stayed quiet, and patched him up. Let him rest his head on your collarbone while you softly rubbed his shoulders. Trying to lighten the weight of the world off of them.

Every little thing.

He was done pretending like it didn’t affect him. He could barely go a single day without you on his mind constantly, as if.

He knew you felt the same.

Still just as readable as your first meeting. He knew the frequent outings between the two of you were more than just friendly meet-ups to you. To him.

And when your gazes would catch one another, he’d try and tell you. Express without so much as a word how you were the only person he could do this with. The only one he felt comfortable to walk down the street with, and let you chat his ear off about any new movies you’d seen, books you’d have read.

He would let you sleep in his bed, bring little things into his room and give the bland walls life.

You had made a home in him. Cracked chips in his walls on by one until you’d found a single loose stone and happily let everything he’d built up fall just for you.

—

Miles had texted you around mid-day that he’d wanted to see you, in which you’d giggled at your phone dreamily.

Laying on your bed with your stomach down, kicking your legs like a girl gone stupid.

It hadn’t even been much to fret over, just a simple:

Can you come over later?

He had phrased it rather questioningly, but for no good reason. He’d known full well the moment he even insinuated you being with him, you’d jump at the chance.

And you did, swiftly replying;

okayyyy !!

I’ll pick you up at 7.

six…?

7, [Name].

>:(

Don’t be childish.

i’m nvr childish, see u at 6 C:

You got up, threw your phone somewhere on the bed and checked your, admittedly already-packed, overnight bag. Making sure nothing was missing before putting it at your door.

Your phone pinged again.

See you at six.

You smiled.

You spent the rest of that afternoon anxiously waiting for him to pick you up.

—

He showed up at your door five minutes late, greeting you at the door with a soft apology about the tardiness.

“Sorry, Mami. Took a wrong turn.”

“Don’t apologise, Miles.”

You smiled at him, stars in your eyes. He looked away for a second, a bit guilty for lying to you, but he feels it’s worth it.

“Grab your bag, ma. Let’s go.”

You hummed an affirmation, rushing to your room to grab the pink duffel bag.

You grabbed your phone off your night stand and did a double check for everything.

You walked out again, closing the door behind you. Miles was leant up against your doorframe. Forearm pressed on the wood and his torso stretched. A small sliver of his skin had peeked from under the fabric, you thanked the warming weather. Quickly averting your gaze, you noticed him watching your stare in intent, a curious smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“You good, Chiquita?”

“Uhuh—, yep. Fine.”

“Mmhm.”

You huffed out, pouting and pressing your palm to his chest, his very toned chest, and pushed back lightly.

“Get outta my way, lame-o, I gotta lock the door.”

He resisted for a moment longer, gazing down at you in humour. He trailed his hand up your arm slyly and pried your hand off his chest by sliding his thumb up from under your wrist onto your palm. Slowly pulling you off him.

“Maybe ask politely.”

You gave him an unimpressed stare and flipped him off.

“Miles.”

“[Name].”

“Oh my god.”

“It’s just a ‘please’.”

“..-Please, get the fuck outta my way.”

“Of course, Hermosa.” He snorted as he did.

You turned around, Miles still close to you in the cramped hallway, and locked your door.

You turned around, noticing his eyes glance up from where they were before and shot him a questioning look. He turned around and led you through you hallway, dismissing the look.

—

He opened the steel door to the cafe. The scenery of a rooftop garden with the same Lilly-of-the-Valley flowers up here as there were out front of the store.

Shrubbery lined the rooftop edge and the string lights hung from the veranda created an atmosphere that seemed almost cinematic.

“Jesus, Miles. This is beautiful.”

“Mm, thought you’d like it.”

“I do, so much.”

You stated in awe at the mural painted on a buildings wall behind the door. A man who stroke a resemblance to Miles painted surrounded by colours of any.

The moonlight basked against the neon colours, accenting the man’s features.

“My dad.”

Your gaze snapped up to him beside you, brows furrowing in a frown.

“I’m sorry.”

“‘S cool. Nothin’ you coulda known, Ma.”

He sighed at the image of his father, wishing him well rest.

Turning to you, he wasn’t surprised to see the greif in your eyes. He was, though, surprised at the lack of pity.

He was so used to having his far family whisper behind his back at how his soul had died with his fathers. How the light in his eyes had gone missing the day his hand had been forced, unable to get to his dad in time.

There was no escaping his death.

So to feel the understanding coming from you—. The confidence in your sorry but knowledge that pity would do no one any good, it was refreshing. Everything about you was.

He turned away from your watchful eyes, the intensity being unusual for him.

“Come sit, vida mía.”

You followed him dutifully, loyally. Like you had since the last Winter. Like you would continue for the next to come.

A set of pillows had been placed in the middle of the veranda. White wood covered in lively vines and the aforementioned string lights.

There was a layout of his pastries (which you had learned he was the baker of) laid out on a cotton blanket.

You sat on one of the pillows, legs crossed. Miles following short after.

“Oooh,” You begun to tease him “,This a romantic dinner date?” The tone of your voice was in jest, but when he had failed to answer— Your heart rate sped up and your face went hot to the touch.

“Miles? Y’know I— I was just jokin’—“ “If you want it to be.”

You stood stupidly for a moment, not quite reeling in his words like any other person would.

“Wh—.”

It was his turn for unsurity now, eyes dancing nervously between you and the skyline.

“No pressure, though. Just think it’d be nice.”

“It would.”

He refocused on you again, finding you already watching him owlishly. “Yeah?”

“Mm, we could—,”

He anxiously started picking at the blanket. Who knew someone usually so calm could be this nervous asking out the most harmless girl he knew.

“Try. We could try that, together.” You mumbled a bit, seemingly playing it off. “If you want, or something..”

“I do.” He gained some leg to stand on, finding it easier and easier as you spoke, your nerves somehow calming his own.

“I’ve wanted that for a while.”

“Oh good, cause—“ You placed your hand in your lap, cracking your knuckles. “—Me too, so. That’s good.”

He grinned at your awkwardness, knowing your lack of experience in the relationship aspect of life, this mutual agreement, instead of one asking the other out, probably hasn’t been an experience of yours yet. He liked he was the first.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.”

You puffed at him, punching his arm lightly.

“I’m never shy, that’s for dumb stupid lame people. And I am none of those.” “Oh, sure.”

“Wh— Sure?! Which one are you ‘sure’-ing? Dumb, stupid or lame?!”

“Uhuh.”

“Miles!”

“Keep saying my name like that, mami.”

“Oh my goodness!”

—

And when you both finally got into his bed, you’d slept tangled together like you had dozens of times before. But this time, Miles would grab your waist and pull you closer. Settle his face in your neck and trace his nose down the length of your shoulder, peppering a kiss on every inch of skin he could find, and you’d both finally felt sure.

Maybe people were right, maybe Miles’s soul had died with his father.

But meeting you, something new, something rejuvenating—.

It left him with a light he could search for, a new soul. A whisp of a being you’d taken from your own heart and placed in his. It left him breathless with life.

—

YIPEEE!!!!! another one 🗣️‼️

thank you to my translation helpers (bbgs) @kissmxcheek and @millyswife

(oh, wrong Miles! oops! 🤗⬇️)

#across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales x reader

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pottersfia · 2 months ago

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hola, extrañamente esto me da mucha pena, pero es una cosa que por alguna razón quisiera experimentar (ya me avergoncé mas) donde Theo y la lectora sean pareja y la lectora le de consentimiento de que la folle mientras ella duerme.

solo si quieres!!!!!

sleepless night | t.n. x fem!reader

a/n: i translated this to English and i hope you like it! i really like this kink hehe

cw: 18+ smut, somnophilia, cnc ? (permission is established)

theodore couldn’t sleep. insomnia was something he was no stranger to but this night was especially difficult as his gorgeous girlfriend was fast asleep night to him. it was practically 3am and just half an hour before, the two of you were in the middle of a heated make out.

he loved the feeling of your hands in his hair or squeezing his arms, feeling you grind down on his hard on, all while his lips are on yours. soon after you rolled off him and whispered how tired you were. he gave you a kiss goodnight and covered you up as you fell asleep.

this was no issue for him besides the fact that you had been wearing thin pj bottoms with no underwear and he could feel you getting wet on his lap. the thought kept him awake and painfully hard. he swiftly pulled his pants down and stroked himself as he looked at you. you were on your back with your face towards him and the tanktop you wore was falling off your shoulder, almost exposing your chest.

theodore couldn’t take it anymore when he remembered you sharing that you wouldn’t him using you while you were asleep. he smiled to himself and moved the blanket off of you. he slowly pulled your pants down and reached between your legs to touch you.

“still wet.” he muttered to himself. his movements caused you to move in your sleep, facing your face away from him. he carefully angled you body to the side and let you adjust. he then rubbed his cock between your wet folds as he bit his lip to hold back a moan.

“fuck, s-so warm.” he stuttered out. theodore couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to be inside you as he felt himself throbbing. he grabbed his cock and slipped it inside your wet pussy, letting out a whine of relief. you moved slightly to the feeling and he quietly shushed you as he rubbed your thigh.

“shh, stay still..” he whispered and started thrusting into you. theodore was completely taken but the feeling of you clenching around him. he moved his hand up to pull your top up, exposing your tits. he held onto one and played with your nipple. he closed his eyes as they rolled up. he had to hold back his moans but it was so hard with his cock twitching inside you.

suddenly he felt himself grow more and more desperate as his high was coming. he thrusted into you faster, now leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. you were just opening your eyes as you became conscious of the full feeling you felt between your legs. the kisses and touch you felt was familiar and you immediately knew what theodore was up to.

“theo?” you groaned. he eyes opened to see you looking back at him. he loved your face so much.

“fuck, bella. just keep looking at me. n-need to fill this pussy.” he was finally free to moan for you. you loved seeing him in this state and wanted him to feel good for you. you took his hand and stuck his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it and looking right at him. he then let out the most pornographic moan as his warm cum filled you.

“that was perfect.” he smiled and kissed you.

#theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theo nott smut #theo nott x y/n #theodore nott smut

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wrong time, right person - carlos sainz (1/4)

୨ৎ : pairing : carlos sainz x fem!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : years after a bitter breakup, you and carlos sainz reunite unexpectedly. old wounds resurface, but so does undeniable love. will history repeat itself?

୨ৎ : genre : romance, angst, humor, drama ୨ৎ : tws : mild language, arguing, friendships ending, bantering, suggestive humor, mentions of alcohol consumption. ୨ৎ : wc : 952

part one | part two | part three | part four

Spain was never supposed to feel like home.

You were just an exchange student, a stranger in a country where the language tripped you up, where conversations flowed around you like a current you couldn’t quite swim in. The other students were nice, polite even, but distant. They smiled, but no one really saw you.

Except for him.

Carlos Sainz wasn’t just friendly; he was relentless. He talked to you like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he had made it his personal mission to make you feel at home. The first time he sat next to you at lunch, he didn’t ask the usual "Where are you from?" or "How do you like Spain?" Instead, he stole a fry from your plate and smirked.

“You always eat this little?”

It took you a second to process what he said, your brain scrambling for the right words. When you did, you narrowed your eyes and stole a fry right back.

“Mind your business.”

He laughed, loud, unapologetic. And just like that, best friends.

He made Spain feel like home. He dragged you to local karting tracks, shoved a helmet on your head, and laughed until he was breathless as you struggled to drive at half his speed. You sat on the asphalt after his races, drinking cheap sodas and listening to him talk about his dreams; Formula 1, podiums, championships. You still remember the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his father, the legendary Carlos Sainz Sr., how he wanted to make him proud.

“You think I can do it?” he asked once, voice quieter than usual.

You scoffed, nudging his shoulder. “I think you’re already doing it.”

And you were right.

He climbed the ranks, and you were right there beside him, just like he was there for you. Modeling started small, with local gigs, small shoots. but soon after, your face was showing up in magazines, whispered about in the industry. The first time you booked an international job, Carlos picked you up and spun you around like it was his victory too.

“You’re gonna be famous,” he said, grinning. “I’m gonna see your face on billboards, aren’t I?”

It was fun, easy, and natural, until it wasn’t.

The higher he climbed, the further away he felt. The more you succeeded, the less you seemed to talk. At first, it didn’t feel like a big deal. You still sent texts, still FaceTimed when you could. But slowly, the missed calls turned into silence, and suddenly, you were watching each other’s successes through headlines instead of in person.

Then, he made it to Formula 1.

And you? You were stepping into high-fashion modeling.

The night it all fell apart wasn’t supposed to be anything special. Just another call that went unanswered. Just another missed "good luck" before a race. But this time, Carlos called back, and he called back angry.

“You don’t even care anymore.” His voice was sharp, cutting straight through your exhaustion.

You blinked, phone pressed to your ear, the weight of his words settling deep into your chest. “What?”

“You heard me,” he snapped. “You missed my race. Again.”

Your stomach twisted. “Carlos, I had a show. You knew that.”

“Right, right,” he said bitterly. “Another shoot, another runway, another excuse. Siempre tienes una razón, ¿verdad?” (You always have a reason, right?)

Heat flared in your cheeks. “Excuse me? Don’t you dare act like you’re the only one with a career! I support you, Carlos, but I have my own dreams too.”

He laughed, but it wasn’t the kind that made your heart feel light, it was sharp, hollow, cold. “Support? ¿Eso es lo que llamas esto?” (Is that what you call this?) “Because it feels a lot like you just don’t give a damn anymore.”

Anger burned hot in your chest. “That’s not fair.”

“No?” His voice dropped, quieter, but somehow even more dangerous. “Entonces dime, when was the last time you actually showed up for me? When was the last time you watched me race, not through a screen, but actually there?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Because the answer was obvious. And it wasn’t one you wanted to say out loud.

Carlos exhaled sharply, like he had been hoping, hell, borderline begging, for you to fight him on it. But you couldn’t.

He scoffed. “Eso pensé.” (That’s what I thought.)

Tears burned behind your eyes. “This isn’t fair, Carlos. You’re always traveling, I’m always traveling! What the hell do you expect me to do?”

“I expected you to care.” His voice cracked. Just slightly. But it was enough to break you.

Your breath hitched. “You think I don’t?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, and that hurt worse than anything else.

Because Carlos always knew. He always understood you, always read between the lines, always saw you even when you felt invisible to everyone else. But now? Now he wasn’t even sure.

The silence stretched between you like an open wound.

And then he said it.

“Quizás sea más fácil así.” (Maybe it’s just easier this way.)

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. “What?”

His voice was flat, emotionless. Like he had already given up. “Maybe we’ve just been holding on to something that doesn’t exist anymore.”

You felt something inside you shatter.

Carlos had been your best friend. Your person. Your safe place. But now he was just...just nothing.

“I don’t have time for this.” Your voice was quiet, raw, aching. “I have an early flight.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Por supuesto que sí.” (Of course you do.)

Neither of you apologized.

Neither of you fought for it.

Neither of you said goodbye.

Carlos left for another race. You left for another shoot.

Neither of you looked back.

Until you were given no choice...

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milliumizoomi · 8 months ago

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armando x black!fem!reader where they get into an argument but it ends all fluffy ? 🙏🏾

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄

☆彡SUMMARY.; Accusations get thrown around and disrespect as well.

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x BLACK!FEM READER

☆彡TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

☆彡FORMAT.; ONE SHOT

☆彡GENRE.; ANGST + FLUFF + A TAD BIT SUGGESTIVE

☆彡WARNINGS.; Mature Topics, Mature Language, accusations of infidelity, name calling (bitch), Armando not knowing the weight of his words, fake friends and poorly translated Spanish (Google Translate).

☆彡NOTES.; when I TELLL you I had to shorten this so many times because my mind was running a mile a minute and I was packing so much in here. In the end tho I hope yall enjoy it and tysm for the request bb!!💕

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED😉.

🎧FOR THE BEST EXPERIENCE, YOU CAN LISTEN TO SELFISH by PNB ROCK🎧

The shit that is leaving this nigga’s mouth right now is nothing short of absolutely appalling to you right now.

Just 15 minutes ago, you literally just walked into the house and put your purse down on the seat closest to you. You haven’t even had the chance to take your shoes off before you hear your name being called from down the hall by your boyfriend.

“YES BABE?” you called back. He didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and took your shoes off the walked down to where you heard his voice come from, your bedroom. You walked in and see him laying on your bed shirtless, pants hanging low on his hips and had one hand laying over his face.

Damn he looked good.

“Babe you called me? I just got in” you told him. Still he doesn’t answer. Wordlessly, he moved his hand from his face and looked at you with a weird look on his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Still nothing.

Now you were getting pissed off. If he didn’t want anything, why’d he call you? You look back at him, waiting for him to say something, anything, and still nothing. He just lays there.

Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel, ready to leave the room since obviously he doesn’t want anything nor has anything to say.

And surprise surprise, that’s when he speaks.

“I ain’t say you could leave.” His voice is low, and almost.. menacing?

You turn back around and look at him.

“Well you didn’t say anything at all so I thought I should just be on my way.”

Sighing, he gets up from the bed and walks over to you as you watch him.

He stands directly in front of you and then grabs your face with one of his hands and cranes your neck to look at him.

“Who else you fuckin’ hm?” He asks so calmly, raising his eyebrow at you.

Meanwhile, you nearly choke on air.

The fuck was this man talking about?

“Nigga what?”

Which leads you to now.

The sheer audacity of this man to ask you this question, and now give you the silent treatment. He asked the question and when you tried to explain, you were once again met with silence.

Minutes go by as you practically trailed behind him around the whole apartment to ask him what the hell he was talking about. You told him that he’s being ridiculous and continued asking where he even got that idea from.

At this point you’re getting frustrated.

“Armando I don’t know where the fuck you’re getting this from but if you think I cheated on you then I’m telling you I didn’t!” Your voice was hoarse and your chest was tightening by the second.

How could he accuse you of doing something like this?

He looked at you standing in front of him, practically shaking in place and scoffed. “You know if you’re gonna lie about it.. don’t leave evidence behind.. eso es una tontería.” Now you scoff, you can’t believe what you’re hearing right now.

“What fucking evidence?! Where was it huh? Where’d you find it?”

He looks at you unamused then sits up because at this point, he had been sitting on the couch, with his arms resting on his knees and he was hunched over.

He pulls out his phone and throws it on the table in front of you. “Unlock it and see.”

At this point you’re shaking so violently you feel like you’re in a blender packed with ice. You pick up the phone and unlock it and the first thing you see are an assortment of text messages, screenshots and supposed photos with you and other men.

“This isn’t fucking me.” You threw the phone back done, having seen enough. They all looked convincing to the naked eye but you knew you didn’t have anything to do with any other man that wasn’t him.

“Yeah? Then who is it?” He asks condescendingly. He’s staring you down with such disgust in his eyes it makes you want to double over and throw up right there in the living room.

“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” Your voice is shaky and you feel lightheaded. The only thing you can do now is to sit on the floor, just so you don’t fall over and hit your head, or injure yourself in any other way.

“Where the hell did you even get that bullshit from?” Holding your head in your hand, you didn’t even look up at him. You were beyond anxious and stressed about the whole thing.

He leans back in the couch and manspreads, looking at you looking absolutely distraught and confused on the ground. “¿Y por qué debería decirte perra infiel?”

And at this point, you’ve reached your absolute limit.

“NIGGA WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?”

Getting up off the floor, you circle the little table separating the both of you and then proceeded to get up in his face.

“Watch your fucking tone with me. You know I don’t like being disrespected and not only are you gonna accuse me of fucking some other nigga, you’re gonna sit up in my house and call me a fucking bitch? Armando are you fucking serious?” At this point you’re crying, pools of tears cascading down your cheeks as you give this man a piece of your mind.

“I am so devoted and in love with you and you treat me like some common fucking street whore that would leave you to fuck other men? You’ve given me the silent treatment and seem convinced that I’d actually do something like this when I’M the one that coordinates and works with your dad for when you get out of jail, I’M the one that cleans all those damn cuts, stabs and scrapes you come back here with, I’M the one that’s up with you all night if you can’t sleep. I cook, I clean, and I take care of you when you need me to and now you’re believing some other motherfucker over me?! And if that wasn’t bad enough, you won’t even tell me who told you all this shit! And then after all that you call me a bitch?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Armando is floored at your outburst. He hears the raw emotion in your voice paired with the look of heartbreak and like you’ve been kicked in the stomach all over your face. As you finish you just sink to the floor, completely and utterly exhausted and defeated.

How could he do this to you.

Even after you’ve said all that, he says nothing.

Absolutely nothing. It’s like his mouth had been wrapped with duct tape multiple times. He didn’t even murmur or whisper anything.

He just sat there.

Your definitive next words are what jump starts his brain again.

“Get out.”

ミ★

It’s been about 2 hours have passed and you’re wrapped up in bed, laying in a ball while, at this point, softly crying. 2 whole hours has gone by and you haven’t moved since Armando left. You haven’t ate, used the bathroom, hell you were still in the clothes you were in earlier when you just got home.

You’ve cried so much your eyes burn and your body feels heavy. To be quite honest you’re mentally and emotionally exhausted. You just want to understand the situation better and put this behind you because if you didn’t, you knew you’d be incapable of doing anything else until you get a grip on your emotions.

And apparently your boyfriend has the same idea.

You heard the front door of your apartment open and close, followed by footsteps. Growing up in a black household, you were already familiar with knowing who it was that was walking down the hallway. So you knew, even before hearing his voice or seeing his face, that’s it was Armando.

He comes straight into your bedroom and stood at the entrance of your room, because the door wasn’t closed. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at your frame laying on the bed facing the way.

You get nervous and tried to steady your breathing.

“Mama?” He called out.

You didn’t answer, why would you when he didn’t give you the same courtesy?

And you guessed he picked up on that because he just continued.

“Lo siento mamá, la cagué.. i shouldn't have said those things but i got so angry when i thought you were..—“ he trails off. He took a deep breath and continued. “I got possessive.. that’s what my dad said anyways.. I uh.. I talked to him about it and he told me I fucked up. I should’ve let you explain and I should have listened to you. I let me not knowing how to deal with this shit hurt you and I ain’t want to be a person to do that to you… I’m sorry baby.. te amo mamá.. mucho.”

You always cursed at yourself, knowing you were too weak to him when you found yourself turning around to face him. He watched as you turned and when he saw your face, he felt terrible. Immediately he reached out to wipe the little tears rolling down your cheeks but stopped himself. He knew in this moment he didn’t have the right to touch you.

He looked at you first, and you looked back at him, silently.

“Babe I’m so sorry.. I ain’t used to talking much but.. I won’t treat you like that again.. prometo.” You sit up slowly as he watches. “Don’t ever call me nothing disrespectful like that again or I promise your father will be digging my nails and teeth out of your chewed up body parts.”

He laughs a little. “Te lo prometo bebe.”

He spent the rest of the night showering you in love. He bought you a bouquet of roses and got your favorite food. He held you on his lap and kissed your tears away, promising you he’ll never do that again and tells you to kill him if he does it again.

Truth be told you don’t know if he meant that literally.

You spent the night laughing and giggling at his attempts to make you feel better. Yes he did hurt you a lot, but you can tell he was genuine about his apology and that made you feel better. You know he doesn’t have much experience with relationships, so you want to learn and grow with him.

Still though, he better not cross that line again.

Afterwards after the situation was settled to a degree, he finally explained the entire situation to you, saying it was apparently one of your so called “friends” that orchestrated the entire thing. She made fake messages, fake call logs, and even went as far as editing those pictures to make it look like you.

The bitch just wanted your man.

And the gag is, Armando didn’t even know who she was, she sent everything to him anonymously. The only reason you knew it was her was because of how she texted the messages, she used phrases that you wouldn’t normally use in messages.

And your slow ass boyfriend didn’t even notice. Men and their lack of attention to detail.

Safe to say both you and Armando were ready to handle her ass. But before that.. he had to handle you🩷.

[GLOSSARY]

“Eso es una tontería” — “that's just dumb shit”

“Lo siento mamá, la cagué..” — “I'm sorry, mama, I fucked up..”

“¿Y por qué debería decirte perra infiel?” — “And why should I tell you a cheating bitch?”

“te amo mamá.. mucho.” — “I love you mama, so much”

“prometo” — “Promise”

“Te lo prometo bebe.” —“I promise you, baby.”

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#🪸 :: 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 #armando aretas #armando armas #bad boys for life #bad boys ride or die #armando aretas x reader #armando armas x reader #jacob scipio #armando x reader #armando lowry

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quennyquinn · 1 year ago

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Rica y mimada T/N, siempre sabe todo

Kozue está preocupada, mentira, está muerta de preocupación baki no aparece por ningún lado por casi una semana, no contesta su teléfono, no va a la escuela, no está en su casa se ve por la fina capa de polvo, ya ha hablado con doppo orochi, katsumi orochi, con hanayama Kaoru, retsu kaioh, Mitsunari Tokugawa, Gouki Shibukawa y nada, baki parece que se lo trago la tierra lo que preocupo a todos.

Así que kozue junto con todos los mencionados están en la oficina de Tokugawa, están tratando de pensar que paso con baki, ya casi a las cuatro de la mañana cando kozue tiene una idea que tal vez sea estúpida, pero está desesperada……llamar a T/N.

Así que en altavoz kozue llama a T/N, frente a todos.

T/N: -durmiendo felizmente en su cama-…hola, con quien hablo?

Kozue: T/N, sé que es tarde, pero es una emergencia.

T/N: ¿emergencia?, que paso quebró dior?

Kosue: no, dior está bien.

T/N: ¿le paso algo a natsue orochi?

Kosue: que…

Doppo orochi: -interrumpiendo kozue- señorita como conoce a mi esposa?

T/N: todos los jueves nos hacemos las uñas y tomamos café en una cafetería cercana, ¿pero está bien?

Doppo orochi: si, mi preciosa natsue está bien.

T/N: oh…entonces no es tan malo, que pasa kozue.

Kosue: perdí a baki.

T/N: te dije, baki tiene el cuerpo de un dios griego pero el cerebro de un niño de 9 años que quiere pelear con el tipo mas grande para ser el rey de la caja de arena.

Kosue: no, nadie puede encontrarlo, estoy nerviosa.

T/N: -suspirar-bien…dame 20 minutos, besos -cuelga-

-20 minutos después-

T/N: hola

Kozue: lograste saber algo

T/N: si, baki actualmente está encerrado en la prisión de máxima seguridad de Arizona en estados unidos.

Todos: ¿QUE?

T/N: bueno, eso pasa cuando secuestras al presidente de los estados unidos frente a todos en el aniversario de la muerte del presidente john f. kenedy, no se preocupen mañana al medio día tomare un avión y traeré a baki de regreso ahora necesito mi sueño de belleza adios.

-con kozue y el resto-

Kozue: …bueno al menos baki volverá pronto.

Retsu: tu amiga puede hacer lo que dice.

Kozue: si, ella no puede, ella conoce a alguien que si y esa persona le debe un favor.

#baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki the grappler x reader #baki hanma #baki headcanons #reader insert #x reader #fem reader #baki x reader #female reader #kozue matsumoto x reader #natsue orochi #natsue orochi es una reina #katsumi orochi #doppo orochi #kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama

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kittyl1z · 1 month ago

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i love you, i’m sorry

pairing: daniela avanzini x 7th member fem!reader

summary: dani never expected the outcome of your friendship— or when she accidentally confess and mess it all up.

warnings: spanglish talk, friends with benefits, angst (shitty angst i’m sorry), use of y/n, cursing, top!reader, bottom!dani, strap-on use (dani receiving), make up sex, both r and d use the word ‘mami’ (i swear it’s so hot)

a/n: y’all!! so many things to say because.. me posting after a long time? with a katseye smut? IN SPANISH? insane. i’ve been wanting to write a spanish fic for so long now that i just saw the opportunity when i met katseye (hi jade thank you). i was also very scared to do it but my friends have been so supportive about it that i finally did it. a full spanish fic is crazy here so i’m sorry for those who will need to translate this.

daniela jamás habría pensado llegar a esta situación. claro que el vínculo tan fuerte entre las dos era palpable hasta en el aire, aún si no las conocías, todos sabían lo cercanas que eran, sin poder encontrar a dani sin y/n y a y/n sin dani, cada una pegada a la otra como si separarse fuera lo peor que les podría ocurrir. y/n no podía evitarlo, era evidente que la energía magnética de daniela producía una sensación extraña en ella, acercándola más y más, a veces sin razón aparente. una necesidad inexplicable de seguirla a donde fuera la rubia y tenerla lo más cerca que se pudiera, y si no era así, saber en donde se encontraba.

tal vez fue así como empezó, daniela intentaba adivinar cuando había sido el comienzo exactamente, su mente solo recordaba con exactitud y seguridad el día donde tus manos fueron más allá de lo imaginado, guiándose solas por el mismo deseo —inconsciente– de caer en su cuerpo; posándose en sus caderas y luego más abajo, suspiraste en fascinación al ver cómo el pantalón se ajustaba tan majestuosamente alrededor de sus curvas. ella no quitó tus manos, la comisura de sus labios amenazaba en delatar la sonrisa del goce de sentir tus manos.

“you always look so good, mami.”

si, ese quizás había sido el comienzo de todo. pero vamos, ¿quién podría culparla? hacía un buen tiempo que la rubia te miraba con otros ojos, otras intenciones detrás de esa dulce mirada de ojitos de cachorro. tus palabras fueron lo que dani necesitaba para terminar con lo que que sea que ustedes dos venían jugando hasta ahora. sabía que también la mirabas de otra forma.

volteó, quedando frente a frente contigo, pasando sus manos por detrás de tu cuello y rascando con suavidad, sintiendo como tus manos no abandonaban su cuerpo, de hecho, aseguraban su posición justo en su culo.

“yeah? can’t keep the hands to yourself, can you?”

levantó una ceja mientras empujaba su mejilla con la lengua, el coqueteo evidente en su tono de voz.

“no con esa vista.”

fue entonces cuando dani no dudó en arriesgarlo todo, lanzándose a tus labios sin pensar en consecuencias ni en los alrededores. tú, ella, y el acalorado momento que había surgido en el camarín. enganchaba sus dedos entre mechones de tu cabello, como si así se asegurara de que no ibas a escaparte, mientras tu agarre solo se hacía más fuerte, provocando que dani empujara sus caderas contra las tuyas. el beso era lento como los movimientos de ambos cuerpos, daniela tenia un sabor inexplicable y no encontrabas forma de entender lo afortunada que estabas siendo al probar esos labios tan suaves y tentadores.

lo que tendría que haber sido una ocasión especial (según ambas partes acordaron) pronto volvería a repetirse. una, dos, incluso más veces de las que quisieran confesar, todas terminaban con un “una última vez” entre suspiros y besos que ambas sabían que no iban a cumplir. daniela no podía escaparse. en días súper ajetreados y en sus días más tranquilos no podía quitarte de su cabeza. quería entender por qué, ¿cómo era posible que haya permitido todo aquello? y, ¿por qué no podía negarse ante ti?

no pasó mucho tiempo para que katseye se diera cuenta que su rayito de sol se encontraba fuera de sí, la relación tan cercana que ambas mantenían ya no parecía tan cálida como siempre, habían notado la distancia que tomaron repentinamente y todas sabían que había algo dentro de la cabecita de daniela que la preocupaba hasta no poder dormir. manon comenzó a preocuparse desde aquella noche donde al pisar la sala de estar, encontró luces desde la tv y un cuerpo en el sofá que la había asustado hasta insultar al aire. daniela no tenía descanso de sus propios pensamientos y manon fue su lugar seguro para compartir el pequeño secreto.

“dani, hate to say this but you do realize that you might be in love with her, right?” le dijo, poniendo una mano en su muslo, dejando suaves caricias que le brindaban –aunque sea un poco– de consuelo. “shit, i can’t believe you’re fuck buddies.”

“manon!” dani golpeó su brazo, tratando de ser lo más cuidadosa posible en el volumen de su voz. aunque fueran las únicas en la sala, las chicas seguían estando por sus habitaciones y no podía asegurarse de que alguna no interrumpiera. “i guess not anymore.”

“i’m sorry. this is shocking.”

“yeah, well, tell me about it. look at how far it got me.”

y es que daniela no podía pasar un día más sin desear que fueras suya. realmente suya. si, lo habías dicho entre gemidos varias veces, pero daniela deseaba más que eso. todo en ti la ansiaba a quererte por completo, no por unos cortos 40 minutos antes de irse o por 2 horas cuando eran las únicas que se quedaban en casa con la excusa de que “estaban muy cansadas para salir”. daniela necesitaba despertarse contigo, caminar mano a mano contigo a donde fuera, sentarse contigo al final del día y contarte de ese perrito que se cruzó por la mañana y le pareció tan tierno que le hizo desear tener uno. quería ser ella la que te hiciera reír todos los días, que sea ella la que pudiera decir que era tu novia. dani se moría de celos al verte con las demás chicas, siendo tan cariñosa y encantadora como siempre, sin siquiera voltear a ella. en parte odiaba ser solo un poco de tu atención pero por otro lado amaba la exclusividad que tenían, aunque fuera por poco tiempo.

se echaba la culpa y se preguntaba cómo podría haberlo estropeado todo. dani gruñó y escondió su cara entre sus manos, sintiéndose derrotada. solo podía recordar la expresión muerta de tu cara cuando se le escapó un inocente “te quiero” que arruinaría el vínculo del momento. no estabas lista– ¡mucho menos lo estaba ella! su tonto desliz las había traído hasta aquí.

“listen, i really think you should talk to her.”

“like, for what? for her to turn me down immediately? again.” entonces, levantó la cabeza y miró a su compañera, suspirando.

“hey, maybe just take some time, okay? take this week off and just… clear your mind.”

quizás manon no se equivocaba allí. después de todo, katseye tenía una buena semana sin agenda para descansar. la única forma que daniela tenía de aprovecharla y meditar sobre el asunto era pasar la semana sola, sin y/n. fruncía sus labios, disgustada ante la sola idea, pero entendiendo que era lo mejor.

“do you think she’s gonna notice?” pausó un segundo antes de volver a hablar, “will she even care about it?”

“well, one thing i’m sure about is that y/n really adores you. i don’t think you’re just a toy to her, y’know?” daniela se sonrojaba, quedándose en silencio. tenía sus dudas.

así fue como la semana de descanso de katseye llegó, cada una aprovechándolo a su forma, aunque sabías que iban a tomarse su tiempo individual, te sentías inquieta al estar distanciada de dani, la repentina necesidad de hablar con ella en un intento de arreglar las cosas no hacía más que ponerte nerviosa, sin embargo no veías venir el amable rechazo de la latina, anunciando que iba a descansar por su cuenta; podría variar entre su familia y un par de amigos, pero la sensación ardiente formándose en tu estómago no se iría tan fácil. su único mensaje de vuelta fue “have fun :)” a lo que apagaste el celular y suspiraste. no podías reclamar algo aún si quisieras, sabiendo muy bien que inicialmente a la distancia la habías marcado tu.

al pasar de los días y al ver cómo no había señales de su parte, tu descanso pasó a sentirse pesado. el miedo ya no seguía siendo miedo y te sentías la más tonta del mundo por haberlo sentido en aquel momento donde dani se había confesado por accidente. te sentías culpable, la extrañabas y no solo en esa forma de tenerla abajo de tu cuerpo— temblando mientras arañaba tu espalda con sus largas uñas. extrañabas su cálida presencia, su tierna risa y la manera en la que sus ojos podían sonreír al verte. para este entonces, sabías que no podía haber vuelta atrás, y sufriendo tanto su ausencia, no podías sentirte más segura de que aquel te quiero estaba más que correspondido.

el día antes del reencuentro en la casa, caíste derrotada al enviarle un mensaje. dani, del otro lado de la pantalla, sentía su corazón al borde de detenerse.

“hey, can we meet tmr? i wanna talk please”

se mordía el labio pensando en una respuesta, pero no batalló contra sus deseos y rápidamente escribió un “si”. si quisiera terminar con esto, tendría que hacerlo rápido, ¿verdad?

y/n por el contrario solo podía caminar de un lado a otro por su habitación, ansiosa de cómo podrían resultar las cosas cuando por fin tuviera a la latina de frente. aquella única regla de no mezclar los sentimientos ya se había quebrado hace bastante tiempo, mucho más del que quisiera admitir, pero ¿cómo no hacerlo? daniela era tan buena. tan genuina, tan dulce. incluso teniendo las noches más rudas en donde sus cuerpos estaban marcados con chupetones y rasguños, donde dani temblaba y tenía lágrimas en los ojos mientras se aferraba a tus hombros en el entrar y salir de tus dedos sin parar, era tan hermosa. no hubo un día en el que la rubia no pasara por tu mente, y esta semana sin saber de ella no había sido más que una tortura.

[…]

daniela jugaba con los bordes de su campera intentando distraer sus manos de los nervios. sentía que el corazón podría salirse de su pecho con cada paso que daba más cerca a la puerta principal de la casa. estaba desorientada y todas las palabras se atascaron en su garganta al momento de cerrar la puerta detrás de ella, encontrándose con tu presencia, esperándola.

“hi, uhm..”

no tomó más para que te acercaras a ella y la envolvieras en un abrazo, sintiendo que tal vez las palabras podrían arruinarlo todo.

“dani, i’m so sorry.” rompiste el abrazo para mirarla a los ojos y buscar sus manos, sosteniéndolas entre las tuyas. “please forgive me. i was scared and— i was so dumb.” pero ella no podía responderte. te miraba con atención, quería escucharte. “i— i love you, dani. and i’m sorry we had to go through this because of me, because i could not accept it the first time you said it.”

la rubia se mordía el labio y antes de que alguna lágrima pudiera escaparse de sus ojos brillantes, se lanzó a tus brazos, abrazándote por el cuello con fuerza.

“i love you too y/n.” dijo mientras te soltaba con delicadeza.

“god— i missed you so much.” dijiste riendo, contagiando a daniela, quien después de reír se cruzó de brazos.

“y/n… don’t ever do this again.”

“i won’t, i promise.” tomando una de sus manos otra vez, trajiste su cuerpo hacia ti. “let me make it up to you?”

daniela rodó los ojos pero no tardó en capturarte con un beso. a comparación del resto, era diferente. claro que lo era. parecían querer sellar las promesas en ese beso, queriendo transmitirle a la otra la seguridad de que ya nada podría separarlas otra vez. era un beso con posesión, con lujuria y con la amargura de la distancia que habían superado.

tus manos bajaron a sus muslos, donde con fuerza lograste levantar a daniela del piso, sus piernas enganchándose alrededor de tu cadera mientras hacías tu camino hacia la habitación. no tardaron en encontrar la cama, quedando dani abajo tuyo, como casi todas las veces. la ropa comenzaba a ser molestia y su paradero no importaba, tus manos lanzando cada prenda por algún lugar aleatorio, haciendo que daniela ría.

“looks like someone has been waiting for this, huh?” se burló.

“no sabes cuanto, mami.”

dani no podía con la calentura que sentía por todo el cuerpo, frotándose contra tus caderas mientras gemía despacio. tus labios atacaron su cuello, tan tentador a la vista. no tenías piedad alguna al llenarlo de mordidas y chupetones, dani se quejaba y protestaba, regañándote por el problema que sería tapar las marcas después, pero muy en el fondo, no le importaba. la sensación eléctrica que le recorría por dentro la nublaba de cualquier pensamiento coherente. mientras tus manos acariciaban sus abdominales tonificados, tu boca no perdió tiempo en atrapar sus pezones, robando suspiros de daniela quien comenzaba a sentirse impaciente ante la lentitud con la que actuabas.

“y/n please…” fue lo único que podía decir, ahora uno de sus pezones siendo molestado por tus dedos mientras el otro recibía la dulce atención de tu lengua. al intercambiarlos, dani agarraba tu cabello y tiraba suavemente de él ante la sensación de tu boca jugando sobre ella.

no vio venir el momento donde tu mano bajaba traviesamente hasta su centro, pasando un dedo por encima de la única tela que lo cubría, molestándola.

“fuck, y/n don’t tease. fuck me with the strap already.” soltó con molestia, sin paciencia para tus juegos.

su honestidad tan directa te hizo mojar, desde ya lamiéndote los labios antes de buscar el strap que a daniela tanto le gustaba.

sin perder el tiempo, dani sacó su última prenda, su cuerpo al desnudo reluciente ante tus ojos, mientras te posicionabas entre sus piernas, acariciabas sus muslos y paseabas con la mirada, dani realmente tenía un cuerpo de morirse y aunque lo sabía bien, se sonrojaba igual al notar tus ojos hambrientos.

tomaste la longitud de juguete con una mano, frotando la punta contra el clitoris de daniela de arriba hacia abajo, su espalda arqueándose ante la sensación electrica que le emitía por el cuerpo, sintiendo escalofríos mientras se aferraba a tus hombros con fuerza.

la miraste buscando una luz verde y entendió, asintiendo con la cabeza para darte permiso de por fin introducir el strap en ella. jadeó fuerte, dejando salir todo el aire en un gemido que solo empeoraba tu calentura.

“god— you look so fucking hot mami.”

sostenías su cuerpo desde su cintura a la vez que te introducías toda en ella, permaneciendo quieta hasta que se acostumbrara, después de todo había pasado un buen tiempo desde la última vez que follaron. liberando una mano, dejaste unos círculos pequeños en su clitoris como estimulación extra, provocandándole unos fuertes escalofríos. ver su cuerpo temblar era jodidamente atractivo.

sin dejar de mover tu dedo sobre su punto más sensible, comenzaste a mover tus caderas, tomando un ritmo lento pero seguro, sin salir completamente de ella. dani te tomó por sorpresa al sostener tus brazos de tal forma que te detuvo.

“wait, baby, i— i wanna change positions.” pestañeaste en confusión pero rápidamente obedeciendo a la princesa, sacaste el jueguete con cuidado, dani suspirando ante la pérdida de contacto.

“which one?” preguntas pero daniela se adelanta y antes de responderte, la vez girarse y sostenerse en sus rodillas y manos.

acomoda su pelo para un costado mientras mira hacia atrás— hacia ti. sentías que tu boca se secaba al ver a dani en cuatro, con manos torpes ayudándote a ti misma a sostenerla de sus caderas para volver a meterte dentro de ella.

“oh… fuck” es todo lo que puedes decir.

la punta de tu miembro tocaba la pared interna de daniela, quien solo pudo gemir y apoyar su cabeza en la almohada. pronto, ella misma te ayudaba a juntar ambas caderas, creando un ritmo chocante.

la rubia era un manojo de gemidos y lloriqueos cuando la punta tocaba el lugar perfecto, se aferraba de las sábanas, enganchándolas en sus puños y sus nudillos volviéndose un poco blancos de la fuerza, siendo tus choques muy rudos para ella, pero aunque dani tuviera la cara más angelical de la tierra, nada le gustaba más que fueras ruda con ella.

“y/n please… i’m— i’m close.”

“yeah? you wanna cum already?”

“por favor mami— it’s been so— so long...”

dani no podía ver la sonrisa que sus palabras habían provocado. la habías extrañado tanto como ella a ti.

“it’s okay mi amor, you can cum.”

su propio ritmo había acelerado, ahora siendo incluso más fuerte que antes. tus labios estaban rojos de tanto morderlos y dani sentía dolor de garganta con tantos gemidos. agradecía a todos los cielos haber vuelto antes que el resto o realmente estaría avergonzada de lo ruidosa que había sido esa tarde.

para ayudarla a llegar, llevaste una mano a su clitoris y no tardó mucho en derrumbarse en tu agarre. sentía como sus rodillas se debilitan y como el peso de su propio cuerpo comenzaba a ser mucho para ella sola. mientras le murmurabas elogios por lo bien que lo había hecho, dabas los últimos empujones dentro de ella hasta salir por completo, observando cómo su propio líquido acompañaba todo tu miembro a salir.

quitándote el arnés con agilidad, te acostaste a su lado, pasando una mano por su cara, limpiando un poco de sudor de su frente. estaba cansada, sí, pero le diste un último beso en los labios antes de dejarla descansar.

“y/n please stay with me.” murmuró con delicadeza, abriendo despacio sus ojos.

“i will.” dijiste con certeza, sin sacar tu mano de su cara. acariciabas con amor su mejilla.

“no— be with me.”

#katseye smut #daniela avanzini x reader #daniela avanzini smut #katseye x reader

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soleilpinto · 2 months ago

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DRS = Defining Relationship Status?: Throttle, Tweets, and Temptation °‧🫐𐙚⭒

“Defining Relationship Status Zone” 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐

Synopsis: Motorsport fan and model, Y/n, and her thirst-filled tweets about Franco catch his attention, sparking a hilarious online banter that goes viral. As their playful exchanges become real connections, fans and media can’t get enough—will their chemistry survive offline?

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Slowburn, (Slight) Angst

AU: Social Media AU!

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Thirsty ahh reader (😭), swearing, unserious jokes and unserious behavior

Note: First part finally done, took way too long because I had to switch from my phone to the laptop (💀) but anyways, don’t forget to like + reblog!

DRS Masterlist. (PREV. / NEXT.)

liked by lettiemng, francisca.cgomes and others.

ynbardot missed these nights

lettiemng gorgeous girl!

— ynbardot love you! 😘

lilymhe miss you y/n!

— ynbardot miss you more, see you soonest! 🥹

@fc43luv help not the model y/n bardot actively thirsting for franco on the timeline, pack it up colapinto nation 😔

@bardot.yn HELP I DIDNT MEAN TO? I’LL GO TO THE VERY VERY BACK OF THE LINE IF YOU GUYS WANT ME TO 😭

@fc43luv OMG WAIT this is not how i wanted to get noticed by you but it’s ok queen! you could def pull him fs 😭

@colapintochives she’s so gorgeous, once franco catches sight of her it’s over for us all 😭

@colapint0 can franco fight ?? i want HER

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francocolapinto la cantidad de argentinos que había fue una locura total, gracias por darlo todo y bancarnos siempre los quiero muchooooooo ❤️🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

ynbardot is it just me, or does franco's smile have more horsepower than his car?

— alepinto commenting this under his debut post is actually crazy 😭

james_pull crazy.. 3 years ago we're sharing our car at spa 24h and now you're a legend. congrats mannn 🔥

@colapintoes franco noticing one of the most famous models who is also an f1 nerd was NOT on MY 2024 bingo card but here we are apparently, and not only that, she's actively thirsting for him on the tl 😭

bardot.yn not on my bingo card either but here we are i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

@francoupdates hear me out, we need a y/n and franco crossover in singapore because she always goes to the races during the second half of the season 🫶

williamsracing now you're just giving us ideas

@francoupdates WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS ???

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ynbardot home is where monte carlo is.

jade_distinguinn 💋

alexandrasaintmleux pretty as always

— ynbardot thank you lovelyy

francolapinto 👀

@colapintolerc alright everyone, enough internet for today. just saw that franco liked y/n bardot's new post. i might cry.

@solapinto colapinto nation in dispair right now but also hadjar nation because you mean to tell us that y/n and some feeder series drivers are bffs rn? 🥲

@pinto.com not to be THAT person but i think it’s iconic how one of the most amazing models ever is also an f1 nerd and she’s pulling her fav driver? talk about living the life

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⪼ 10.01 KINKTOBER DAY 1, MIGUEL O'HARA X FEM READER

power play, dumbification, unintentionally slutty reader, dubcon

click link for kinktober mlist c: not proofread!!!

miguel hated you for some reason unknown to anybody. every time you even walked pass him he would shoot you a glare.

maybe because he was against jessicas idea to bring you into hq and have you become part of the spider society.. or maybe it was because the first mission you had you fucked it up. hard.

nobody really knows. but it's probably because of the way you prance around in your skimpy spider suit, acting oblivious to the wide eyes and open jaws as you passed by the other spiders. probably because of the way you add a bit more sway to your hips as you walk past o'hara.

clearly you were teasing him on purpose. so you can't blame him when he gets fed up with your antics, blasting over the speakers that they needed to find you stat.

barely a minute later you were shoved into his office by another spider, a confused expression on your face as you stared up at him with those same doe eyes you always look at him with— those same doe eyes that make his dick throb.

"i know you're doing it on purpose." he says, eyes narrowed as he tapped his foot. he watched your face contort into an even more lost expression, your lashes fluttering each time you blinked.

"i don't know what you mean, boss." you said innocently. there you go again, putting up that same ol' innocent act. his eyebrows furrowed together, a scowl on his face.

"don't act oblivious, y/n," he spat, taking a step closer and closing the distance— now you had to crane your neck up to look at him. "walking around and swaying your hips like some.. some slut."

you were taken aback. how could miguel possibly think that about you? you've been on your best behavior, never referring to him as anything less than boss or sir. you were quick to bite back, scoffing and cursing him out.

you both bickered back and forth, an angry expression etched onto both of your faces. yet the way he glared down at you— calling you all of these degrading names somehow sparked an unfamiliar feeling in your core; hidden deep beneath the humiliation you felt.

halfway through scolding him for being a 'perverted asshole', you blinked and he had you wrenched over his shoulder, a look of confusion on your face and a look of pride on his.

"put me down, miguel!" you demanded like a child stubbornly pleading for candy; thrashing and scratching at his back until he placed you on his desk. pens and documents scattered and tipped off the table, cluttering on the floor as miguel glared down at you.

"alguien tiene que enseñarte una lección puta." he mumbled beneath his breath, shaking his head. his hand snaked up your thigh as he watched your expression contort from anger to arousal, blush creeping onto your face as he squeezed the fat of your thighs.

you muttered his name quietly. a triumphant smirk formed on miguel's face, his fangs poking out from his lips. he took your wrists between his large hand and pinned them above your head.

his freehand trailed down your body, exploring it and making sure every curve and contour was engraved into his brain. talons extending simply for the purpose to rip your spidersuit to shreds.

you complained and whined about how that was your only one. "this is what you wanted it, isn't it?" he shushed you with a claw up to your neck, eyeing you hungrily like a wolf and it's prey.

you yelped when he flipped you onto your stomach harshly, your lacy panties and the clasp of your bra on display for him. his hand ran up the curve of your back before getting rid of your bra, tossing it to the side.

he pressed his bulge against your clothed, sopping pussy, grinding slightly as he leaned down to leave kisses and bites on your neck.

you grinded your hips against his only to be stopped harshly by calloused hands. you turned around and began to complain until he shushed you. "beg, mi vida." he demanded, leaving no room for refusal.

"w- wha?.." you stuttered, cheeks lit up with humiliation and lust. you immediately shook your head, the thought sending shivers of embarassment down your spine.

he tch'd, before ripping off your panties in one swift motion. his nanotech suit slowly dissipated away; leaving him only in his boxers. and good lord, he was fucking fit, chiseled abs and veins running along his arms.

but the thing that really caught your eye was the tuft of brown hair peeking out of the waistband and the large bulge.

he made you turn your head around, not facing him. you felt a heavy weight on your cunt, his tip prodding at your entrance. there was no foreplay except for the fact that you were soaking wet, "w- wait. miguel—"

he was ramming into you before you could even finish your sentence, broken and choked out moans being punched out of you with each thrust.

you revelled in pleasure and a sting of pain as you adjusted to his size. "fu.. fuck! miguel, s- ah! slow down-" you managed to let out in between whimpers, eyes rolling back as the sound of his hips slapping against yours filled the room yet his pace didnt falter.

the way his balls slapped against your clit with each thrust was fucking divine, making you grip the edges of the table as he fucked you raw.

groans from him and moans from you echoed off the walls, the smell of sex filling your senses, "m- miguel.. s' too hard~.." you complained, biting your lip.

but the second his tip thrusted into that spot that made your mind go numb you forgot whatever you were begging for; all logical thoughts blocked out by pleasure as you gripped anything for purchase; trying to prevent the loud moan that eventually escaped and bounced off the walls, clenching around him tightly and making him groan.

"c- calláte.. making too much fucking noise." he grunted out, wrapping a hand around your throat as he continously thrusted up into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out.

raspy whimpers and pleads for him to keep hitting that spot barely made it out with his large hand around your throat. black spots littered your vision as your breaths became shallow, yet he still continued to thrust.

you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you cried out in pleasure, squeezing around him as he let go of your neck; his thrusts becoming sloppy. your vision went blank, only miguel and the shape of his cock on your mind as your orgasm washed over you in waves.

your release left a ring of cream at the base of his cock. you could tell miguel was close too, his pace erratic before he burried himself deep inside of you, tip nestled comfortably in your cervix.

"c- cum in me please.." you begged pathetically, eyes rolling back in satisfaction as he emptied his load inside of you.

after what felt like hours with his dick balls deep in you, he pulled out, your clit twitching and your hole aching as some of his cum leaked out and onto his desk. you could hear him tut in disapproval.

"perra dejó un desastre en mi escritorio.." he scoffed before spitting on your pussy, admiring the mess he made of you before turning his suit back on.

"clean yourself and my desk up, ¿comprende?"

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