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0097linersb · 5 months ago

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Kisses to My Exes (m)

Pairings: Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, PWP

Word Count: 2k~

Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI.

I sat down and wrote this in 20 minutes and never looked at it again, I´m not responsible for anything under the read more button.

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You should have let Mingi sleep on the floor.

You should have slept on the floor.

Anything but this.

Jeong Yunho was snoring next to you, his arm slightly touching yours because the bed just had to be minuscule. They were right earlier, Mingi would not fit next to Yunho, hence why you had to give him the cabin´s couch. Thinking back on it now, you could have asked to share the bed with Mingi instead of going through this and the realization made you groan louder than you planned to - but Yunho didn´t seem to be bothered by it, deep in his slumber state.

You should not have downed all that wine.

You were restless, tossing and turning in bed for hours, eyes glued to the dark ceiling and huffing in annoyance at yourself. You know how wine gets you, and you still went there and drank a whole bottle of it with your friends at their cabin. Of course you didn´t think about how you´d have to come back to your own cabin later with your ex-boyfriend - out of all people - and his best friend. Now there you were, horny enough to climb the walls and nothing you could do about it.

Every option already crossed your mind: Locking yourself in the bathroom? With the two of them right outside? Ew, cringe. Taking a shower? The noise would wake them up, even worse than the first idea. Just going to sleep? Well, that´s what you´ve been trying to do for the past hour, but the throbbing in between your legs was not allowing you to.

The covers were too hot but when you took them off, the room was too cold, your pillow was too thin and the tags on your shirt were bugging you. Everything was wrong and you just wanted to scream in frustration –

“Will you quit moving?” Yunho´s deep sleepy voice made you jump in surprise, immediately turning your face to look at him. He didn´t even open his eyes, but you could see by his facial expression that he was annoyed.

The two of you didn´t exactly break up in good terms; actually, you could bet this was the first time he spoke to you alone since then. You don´t hate him - even though you´re the one who broke things off - and you guess he doesn´t hate you either. He is mad at you, though. Has been for the past five months.

“Did I wake you up?”

“You´re practically dancing in bed, what do you think?” He groaned, finally opening his eyes to look at you – and boy did they look angry.

“Sorry.”

Yunho sighed deeply before closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. You genuinely felt bad for waking him up so you did your best to stay as still as possible, but the motionless position apparently made the throbbing more evident and it was starting to ache. You squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pain, noticing how Yunho´s breathing was deeper once again. He always fell asleep so easily, it amazed you, truly.

After what felt like hours – but were probably 15 minutes - you allowed yourself to move again, trying to find a more comfortable position, anything that would get you to fucking sleep.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” The deep voice surprised you once again, raspy from just waking up.

“I´m sorry,” Your voice on the other hand was small in shame, you truly didn´t mean to bother him, you were just so uncomfortable.

With another sigh, you heard Yunho shifting in bed until he was spooning you, his chest pressing against your back so casually, “If I help you out, will you let me sleep?”

“Help me out?” You practically stuttered, gob smacked by the sudden touch and the question.

“Y/N, we dated for almost 3 years. I know when you´re horny.”

“Oh.”

“I´m tired so don´t expect too much.”

You didn´t know what else to say besides a weak “Ok.”

You held your breath as Yunho´s hand expertly snaked its way down your sleep shorts and into your panties, a moan of relief slipping past your lips once his fingers traced your slit for the first time. The hot air from his lazy chuckle hit the back of your neck once he felt how wet you were, his pads continuing to trace your slit back and forth to spread it all around.

This didn´t have to be weird considering his fingers had already been inside of you many times before – and Yunho had such nice fingers, so long and slender, so clean and delicate, so beautiful. The thought alone had you clenching around nothing, bucking your hips against said fingers so he´d do something.

Yunho followed through with his words of not doing anything fancy, not bothering with teasing you or toying with you like he used to in the past. It was clear that his sole goal was to get you off as fast as possible so he could go back to sleep, and when the wet pad of his middle finger found your clit, drawing small circles against it, you were sure his wish would become true sooner than later.

As expected from someone who had been fucking you daily for the past years, Yunho immediately noticed how you were having a hard time trying to keep your moans in, his free hand instinctively finding your mouth and forcing two of his fingers inside to keep you quiet. He had to shut his eyes at the feeling of you moaning around his fingers because God, he missed your mouth. Another thing that was driving him insane, was the way you kept grinding your hips against his fingers chasing your high, therefore, rubbing your ass against his cock on accident every other second – He had to bite his bottom lip so you wouldn´t hear him groan.

When Yunho felt you were getting more agitated against him, he slipped a finger into you - and not even the way he pressed your tongue down kept your moan inside. Yes you broke up with him, and yes you´d never admit it, but no man would ever compare to Yunho. His fingers just reached places no one could ever, and he truly knew you inside out.

You could feel all of his knuckles rubbing against your walls, pumping into you slowly a few times before adding another finger, curling them so he could find the spots that got you clenching around him – which again, took zero to no effort.

“Already?” He chuckled darkly, noticing how you were already digging your nails into the pillow in desperation.

Since you couldn´t speak, you simply nodded, bucking your hips against his fingers because it just felt so good. In the middle of the woods, in that quiet cabin, you could hear so clearly the sound of his fingers pumping into you, in and out.

“It must be sad, huh? Not having me to fuck you anymore,” His voice sounded so raw and rough.

You moaned at his words, feeling close to the edge in record time. He was right, it was devastating.

“Bet you miss my cock every day,” His lips were slightly touching your neck as he spoke and it was driving you insane, especially with the way he sped up his fingers. “And I´m sure you imagine it´s me every time someone else is fucking you.”

Once again, he was right, but he didn´t need to know that.

Yunho´s fingers left your mouth once you didn´t answer, finding its new home around your throat, choking you hard enough to cut out your blood flow but not enough that you couldn´t breathe or talk, holding you close against him. Some animalistic part of him saying you were still his. Your hands clawed at his arm and you pressed your face against your pillow so you wouldn´t wake up Mingi as his best friend fucked you open with his fingers.

“Yunho,” You moaned, warning you were close.

“I know. You´re squeezing me so tight I can barely move my fingers.”

He removed his fingers then, leaving you empty for a second before the pads of his fingers were rubbing your clit once again, trying to tip you over the edge faster, applying the right amount of pressure as he drew fast eights against you. Your body was already stiff, preparing for the wave that was about to hit, the sensation quickly growing inside of you.

Yunho felt so big behind you, his groans sounded so hot against your ear and you realized you missed this, you missed him. You held onto his wrist for dear life and closed your eyes, paying attention to each drag of his skin against your sensitive walls, and the second he tightened his hold against your throat, you let it crash down.

Your body shook violently as pleasure took over your whole body, slowly reaching every edge of you. Yunho was quick to cover your mouth with his hand, your moans muffled by his palm as he continued his ministrations, watching you crumble down in his hold. He continued until your eyes were open once again, your breathing labored but stable, your body spasming in aftershocks. He continued feeling you until you were whining over being too sensitive, until you were pushing his hand that was covering your mouth away.

As you tried to come down, you felt Yunho fixing your panties back in place, turning to look at him when he retrieved his hand, watching how he sucked his fingers clean unceremoniously. You were in awe. You wish only love and mind-blowing sex were enough to hold a relationship.

“Thank you,” You managed to breathe out after a minute of silence. When he didn´t answer, you motioned with your head towards his sweatpants, “Want some help too?”

You could see how hard he was, and not only that, but you could feel his cock throbbing against your ass the whole time he was fingering you. The way he kept unconsciously grinding into you is probably one of the reasons you came so fast.

“I´m good. Let me sleep now,” And with that, he simply turned around, giving you his back. “Goodnight.”

Oh, he was really mad at you.

“Goodnight.”

#yunho #jeong yunho #yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez smut #yunho scenarios #yunho fic #yunho fanfic

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oceantornadoo · 10 months ago

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Please I just want to say I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK HUHBBDEUBYUVTYVTUOVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you could come up with anything more on the Simon Riley Cut-bulk-the-bird-said-she-liked-me-big-thing I will be your servant forever.

tw: body talk (i headcanon simon as someone who shops in the big & tall section so i think his clothes would fit the body type of every reader. if you shop in that same section, imagine him being MORE bigger and taller than you. mans is 6'4 fr)

(a few months later)

simon almost ripped the shirt off his body in frustration. another piece of clothing he had outgrown. he added it to the pile of clothes that he couldn't fit anymore. sleeves too tight, stomach pushing out the fabric. sure he was still in shape, could pass the military physical easily, but he was no longer the lean 22-year-old he once was, muscles now hidden under layers of fat. and he hated it.

there was a knock at the door. still a little pissed off, he opened it with more force than necessary, grunting out "what." before even looking down at who knocked. just his luck, it was you, the one person he tried to be nice to.

"what's got you so grumpy?" you smiled up at him, all sugar and spice. you loved simon's growls, the social anxiety and introvertedness he hid under irritation. it just made it more valuable whenever he laughed at one of your god-awful puns or let you lay on his shoulder. you were never second-guessing if he liked you, mostly because he hated everyone else.

"sorry, didn't see it was you. was jus' doing some spring cleaning." you laughed, a tinkling sound that transitioned into a snort. he loved your insane laughter, a real sound of joy. you peered around his large torso and spotted the pile of clothes on his bed. "doing a big donation, simon?" it was always a punch to the gut to hear his name come out of your mouth, laced with sarcasm and cheek. ever since he told you you could say it in private with him a month ago, you never stopped using it. "somethin' like that. clothes piss me off." you huffed, pushing past him easily as he let you into his room. he closed the door behind you, trying to calm his heart rate as he saw you, here, in his space. like you were his too.

"what did the poor fabric do to you?" you sorted through the clothes, seeing nothing wrong with most. they were all practical clothes, but none had noticeable holes or wear. he mumbled something, too low for you to catch it. "say that again?" he scratched his head and looked away, almost meek. "said they don't fit." ah, there was the problem. "that's okay. just means your muscles are too big." you tried to give a compliment, anything to get rid of the storms in his eyes. "nah. 've gotten fat." you put the shirt you were holding down with force, stomping over to where he had now taken a seat at his spare chair. you stepped between his legs, which opened easily for you. you gripped his chin and turned it towards you, forcing eye contact. "so what? just means you've been eating well, simon. nothing wrong with that."

he looked down, almost reminding you of a kicked puppy. "you don't care?" you weren't dating, yet, but you two had some sort of a romantic understanding. some acknowledgement of there being more, an exclusive connection between you two. "no. i like my men big. like when you can throw me around." he barked out a laugh, surprised at your admission. you smiled back, satisfied. getting a laugh out of him was 80% of the battle. "and these clothes are still good for something." his eyes were on you again, questioning.

you walked back to the bed, full of confidence now. turning to face him, you slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt, untucking it from your tactical pants. he wasn't wearing his mask, so you could see his mouth physically drop at the action. ever so slowly, you raised your arms, bringing your shirt with you. you tossed the shirt aside, standing in front of him with only your bra and pants on. his eyes were dark with desire and he made a move to stand up, but you commanded him with a sharp "sit." like a loyal guard dog, he lowered himself back into his chair, complete captivated.

turning back to the bed, you grabbed one of his outgrown sweatshirts and put it on. it smelled like him, that masculine scent tinged with the cologne he sometimes wore. "see?" you gestured to the sweatshirt, too big on you. "you just gave me a bunch of free clothes." he grunted, still fixated on the sweatshirt. his lack of response made you nervous. "what?" you asked. "give us a spin." you spun slowly, trying not to smile too much. god, the things this man does to you.

"'like seeing my last name on you."

now whose jaw was dropping?

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #fluff #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #big boy season #big boy simon #this man could throw ME around weiuhrobsfiehrbf

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slu7formen · 3 months ago

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MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

luke, who was the biggest size kink.

warnings: clearly a size kink, kissing, unprotected p in v, fingering, (i guess) spitting, chocking, swearing, hair pulling, use of yn (once), kinda possesive!luke finger sucking

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You have always been a small girl.

Well... not small like less than five feet tall but, for your age-, you were a little-, short, some even called you petite. As a kid, you would always be the one standing at the front of the line, the one standing on the front in pictures, the one that always had to be carried on shoulders so you could see over in crowds, the one to be sat on multiple pillows so you would see over the table, but that was never a problem, and it didn´t change much as you grew older.

In fact, you weren´t even that small, or at least that´s what you think. You had a pretty good physique for being someone teased about their height all the time; skilled, a fighter, just like any other camper, you had defeated some monsters here and there and kicked some asses, certainly you were not useless.

You were okay with it; your size, it was never something that bothered you or made your insecure. After all, you had a significant height difference with almost everyone at camp. During your first years there your half brothers and sisters would always joke and tell you to not take it personally when someone mistook you for a new camper, and, although you had always been a little bit self-conscious about it, you could deal with it. It wasn't something bad, no. It was actually something you found kind of funny at times.

But oh-, if we talk about Luke Castellan.

The first time you realized how tall he had grown, was when you accidentally bumped into him one afternoon around camp. You were talking cheerfully with your friends, way too invested on a story you were telling, so as you walked backwards, face directly to your friends, you turned around to walk correctly and you bumped straight into someone´s chest.

You stepped back, embarrassed, it wasn´t the first time it happened to you, and it certainly won´t be the last. But you looked up then, and your cheeks tinted the slightest shade of crimson when you realized it was him.

"Oh-, sorry, Luke" you apologize.

Luke was just coming back from sword training, looking all sweaty and tired as he walked to take a shower and change clothes. But when he felt you crash against him, he didn´t move an inch. He chuckled anyways, patting your head once as he said, "It´s okay, little one" with a casual and untroubled smirk. And then he just… walked away.

Luke didn´t see it, but your cheek flushed red the moment he called you that. Little one. He said it so casually, so smoothly, it didn´t even bother you.

Your friends teased you about it for the next three days.

You´ve always known Luke, even became friends a few years back, then slowly darted away, but never really distancing yourselves from each other. You just became... the previous step of friends. And yes, maybe that´s why you didn´t realize about Luke´s sudden size.

When you had met him, years, years ago, he was a bit taller than most of the kids his age. Still nothing like a giant, but just a little taller than average. More slim, skinny, like a giraffe, sort of. But then he grew up, and the puberty hit him like a train, a growing height train. In just a matter of-, what? Less than a year? Like every young boy, they suddenly change overnight.

He grew a lot taller, but he didn´t look like all bones and skin anymore. No. His muscles had slowly been puffin themselves out, veins popping, skin tanning and features growing more and more defined.

Did I mention muscles? Gods-, muscles.

It wasn't like he had the body of a pro wrestler or anything, but he was certainly... something. Luke was handsome, he had always been. But now-, there was something about him that drew you, the way his body showed every time he trained, or he helped around camp. His broad chest, his v back; broad shoulders with thick muscles that moved and fit as perfect as a puzzle and that all led to his slender waist, that slutty waist.

And his arms-, ugh! By the gods, those arms. With his veins and-, those big hands that wrapped oh so perfectly tight around his sword, or held a baby Pegasus so warmly, or squeezed around anything that made his biceps pop. At this point, you could only hope he didn´t caught you staring.

You didn't even know what it was that drove you so mad about Luke. He wasn't that special.

But still.

You tried not to think about it too much. It was as if he had just pressed a button and suddenly shifted to a whole different body. But Luke was not dumb, he kinda had his eye on you too.

He had a reputation among the girls in camp, all of them crushing over the golden boy, and he had accepted their offers, more than once. But there was something about you that he liked more, he was unable to pinpoint exactly what, yet. He just liked it. You had grown into a pretty girl, in a small, petite format. Luke didn´t know when he began to look at you-, in a more-, "aware" way.

It began as just a casual look, admiring how you were not that little girl anymore who couldn´t pick up her own sword, or was just too clumsy to prevent hurting herself with it.

“Has yn grown? She looks taller”

“Man, when has she ever grown?”

And he did it silently without realizing, his admiration going somewhere else; your looks, every curve, every feature. Then he stopped thinking of you as just the demigod who everyone made fun of at fourteen years old because of her height. A strong, determined young lady, that could stand for herself. It made him feel something funny, playful. How you had suddenly stopped being that small bundle of nerves that always got lost in the woods. But at times, he found himself a little distracted, like when you wore shorts -which was most of the time-, or something more-, shorter, revealing, he had to look away.

It was just an appreciation, not something serious. But geez, as much as Luke tried to keep his mind saint or clean, he couldn´t help it. He realized he was slowly wanting more.

Because he knew he could get more; it would just be so easy to pick you up, to hug you, lift you, hold you... like a rag doll.

He had seen you struggle when lifting something too heavy, or when reaching for something on the top shelf, he´d also seen you jump to try to reach it. And that thought ran through his mind, that thought of picking you up, placing you gently on the counter, towering over you-, he could use his strength on you.

It had happened before, in one of those fucking ridiculous situations in which you end up being paired up with him. You would whine and complain about how it wasn´t fair, getting paired up in sparring with someone that doubled you in any way possible, yet you would still put up a fight against the best swordsman, sometimes even giving him a bit of a hard time.

He still always won, of course, but you gave a good fight. And there were times in which he had to use his size to overpower you; a hand on your wrist, a sharp pang of his sword that would disarm you, a little purposed tug at your ponytail when he walked past you as you sat back down with the rest of campers. And the sight-, you looked so fragile underneath him-, in his hands.

He loved seeing how he could completely overshadow you just by standing there. To stand behind you, his chest to your back, making you small against his presence and bump into him because you never heard him coming-, how he could easily use one of his hands to completely cover your waist. Just feeling you, against him-, you felt so good.

Sometimes he thought about bending down to your eye level, and just wrapping his arms around your waist, placing you on a desk, a table, a tree trunk, and just resting his chin on your head, feeling the way you would melt into his chest and fit so perfectly.

But then again, his mind couldn´t help but dart to other places too...

How you could easily fit in his lap, how he could just pick you up so effortlessly, he couldn´t help but imagine placing his hand on you like you were a piece of porcelain, you were so fragile in comparison, he would be so scared to break you-, but he still wanted to. The way he could hold you down with one hand, or completely cover you with his body. Just take you, pick you up, and make you his-, his to own, it would be easy-, so, so easy.

He began to try and blow off some steam, slowly. Gods, those touches drove you insane. The way he´d grab your hip to get you out of his way, to move you, to get you where he thought you had to be. Or the way he´d touch your lower back when guiding you around with his hand, making you follow his steps, making you need his touch. And the names he called you just to tease you.

Luke had a reputation with the girls, but never with a specific trait or common aspect. There was no type of girl that he liked, he would go with whoever caught his attention. But with you? You, there was something about you that just-, he was drawn to you like a powerful magnet. He started feeling urges, physical ones, that he never felt before with a girl.

And geez, he had to let you know, sooner or later.

He wanted- needed you to know. How you drove him insane, how he loved you so much smaller than him, delicate and weak, just so he could touch you, control you, make you his. How when a hand was placed on your hip, he had to keep it there just a little more, how when he touched your lower back, he just wanted to push you forward and trap you against a wall, guiding your around like a puppy. Like a toy.

And soon, he did.

The kiss was aggressive, hungry, fierce. Open mouths clashing against each other as your bodies embraced into the summer darkness of Luke´s cabin, which was empty. Sitting on his bed, -forcefully, you had to sat down because your neck was hurting from kissing him while standing up-, making out messily with your hands on his red cheeks and his hands on your waist, his fingers holding from the bottom of your ribs to your belly button.

It started out as a simple peck, then another, and another, soon turning into a full-blown kiss. A harsh and hungry one, a desperate one, and you were being devoured while he pulled you into his lap for you to sit.

His lips didn’t separate from yours when he pulled the back of your knee for you to straddle over him. Soon his tongue was demanding entrance into your mouth, and you let him, opening for him with a little moan, and he took the chance to deepen the kiss. His hands began to roam on your body, wanting to make you completely his.

And he was turning slightly crazy. His big hands fit so right around your torso, like your frame was made for his large figure. He could just squeeze your ribs, your waist, your hips, and you´d be so perfect yet so small, like a puzzle. He had to control himself not to squeeze you any harder, but the thought of bruising your skin-, marking you, made him crazy.

It excited him, but scared him too. You were so small, soft in every aspect. He needs to be careful, to treat you like a feather. Your skin was weak, sensitive, if he squeezed, scratched, bit, kissed, every single thing would be on you, all over your body, marking you, and the thought of it made him go delirious. But his mind couldn´t bring himself to actually do it. You were far too delicate to have any marks left on you.

His kisses became more needy, more hungry and desperate as he held you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

He pressed his lips to your jawline, softly, then started to trail down. He wanted to slowly drive you mad too. Your fingers locked in his hair, tugging softly, as your head falls slightly along with a delicious little moan. His lips then pressed onto your neck. Plushy and pink lips wetting your skin hotly. If he pressed enough, he could feel your tiny, fast pulse against his mouth. His lips parted into open mouthed kisses, taking a hold of the back of your neck with both hands, like a vampire holding its prey.

"Luke" you shivered, a breathy laugh making its way past your mouth.

"Mhm?" He hummed against the crook of your neck, his teeth barely grazing your skin before he attacked with lovely kisses again.

"I´m not made of glass, you know" you say sweetly.

He lifts his head then, stopping his kisses. He gazes at you, almost analyzing you with his eyes.

"Maybe I want to treat you like you are"

His eyes dart down to your swollen lips, so full and inviting. He felt like kissing you again.

Your stomach fluttered. You knew he wanted to treat you right, to take care of you, because he was such a good person, right? But he was holding back, you could tell that too. "I don´t want that" you reply, "I want you to do what you want" you take a hold of his wrists, his hands loosely hanging, waiting for you to indicate him anything. "Touch me, feel me" you plea, placing his hands on your waist, opening up his fingers so he could grab as much skin and meat as he could, "Grab me" you say, lifting slowly and darting his hands to grab your ass over the fabric of your denim shorts. You leaned into him, leaving his hands there but placing yours on his chest. Your forehead pressed against his, "Gods, break me if you want to, Luke" you say in shaky little breaths.

Fuck-, fuck.

You couldn't know what that did to him, what those words meant to him. He groans at them, his eyes closing briefly as he feels your forehead against his. Your body was so close, so soft, all over. He feels his hands twitching by your words, on the way they were holding your ass, all he wanted to do was to squeeze, to kiss, but he also wanted to do as you asked, to just take and have.

He leans forward, stealing a quick kiss from your sweet lips before he darts back again, "I don´t want you to get hurt" he states. Luke was no beast, he knew that. He wasn´t someone that would get too freaky in bed either, but-, he felt something with you, some weird possession and forceful thing that wasn´t totally making him think straight.

"I can take it" you say to him, fixing a messy curl that had fallen over his eye. "Isn´t that what turns you on, anyway?" you suggest, a devilish smirk painting your face. "How I look next to you, being able to control me" you whisper. You pressed yourself against him, rolling your hips against his crotch, the friction pressuring deliciously against you. You sigh, "Can´t deny I like it too"

Well. That hit home.

He is about to protest some more, about to bring you, to explain how you were so small, so precious and fragile that he could never bring himself to hurt you, but then you roll your hips against his and all of his arguments are lost. His breath gets stuck in a harsh exhale, a soft gasp, and his fingers suddenly twitch against your ass, hard and demanding, just like you asked him to.

He swallows thickly. His hands finally start to squeeze, pulling you in, pulling you out, guiding your movements.

How could such a tiny girl like you have that dirty mouth, huh?

His mind was suddenly clouded with the way you spoke, the way you felt, the way you looked on his lap. He wanted to tease you about it, to ask you where you learned to speak like that but-, his mind was too busy to think straight-

He leans forward, smashing his lips against yours, kissing you hard and deep, as his hands start to wander and tug. He could kiss you for hours, hold your face in his hands as he caressed softly, squishing your full cheeks. But he was getting tired of it. His cock has been painfully hard for minutes, he needed to do something else.

Your kiss felt like oxygen, but it burned like hell.

He doesn´t hesitate into lifting you up. Shit, he didn´t even need to use both hands to do so. He places you onto the bed softly, straddling over you. It was so fucking easy, so effortless, you were like lifting a feather. Seeing you on the bed, beneath him, so cute under him, his mind was on the verge of going dark.

He gazes at your neck. Your pulse, fast yet thin and weak. Your cheeks, flushed red from excitement. Your collarbone, delicate and soft. He places his lips there then, pressing softly as his hand starts to travel under your tank top, rough fingertips brushing against your soft skin. He stops at your ribcage, holding it tight as his thumb pressed dangerously close to your underboob. He squeezes, hard, and you moan softly. It was so fucking hot, and it was barely anything. His head is buzzing. What else could he do with his hands? What more could you give him, what more could he take from you?

Clothes started to quickly dissapear, and the more you revelead your body to him, the more insane he became. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. So soft, so pretty, he wanted to hold, bite, lick, suck, touch, kiss, everything. All over your body. There was a certain sense of admiration when he looked at you, you were so precious, he felt breathless at the sight. You were the prettiest little doll. He wasn´t even sure that you would break if he squeezed too hard, but your body would just mold into his hand. Luke´s mind felt blurry.

"Such a pretty girl, huh?" he moaned to you, a hand pressed around your neck as his other one was too busy stuffing his fingers inside your cunt.

You moaned lowly, barely able to nod. The tip of his fingers were rubbing the exact spot that was making you see stars, and that had Luke grinning down at you. The stretch was delicious, the pressure was amazing, he was so long and his fingers were so big, the way his palm was brushing your clit, as the other one pressed just right on your neck. His hand covered you so perfectly, not even a single piece of your skin visible in between his fingers. He felt the way your voice vibrated, the way you tried to moan, the way the air came out of your throat in a wheeze. And that did something to him. It did something, to have all that control.

One of your hands takes a hold of Luke´s wrist, his fingers pressing deliciously against your pulse.

He loved how fragile you were.

You felt so weak and powerless. He could do anything to you, and there was nothing you could do. You could never escape his touch, you could never overpower him. And the more he thought about it, the more his cock twitched. He was so strong, his muscles popping and tensing every time he moved. He only needed a single hand to pin you down, and the idea excited you. Luke could break you in half if he wanted to.

But he would never stop being so mesmerized about yourself, ever. The amount of things he wanted to do, the amount of times he thought about corrupting you, to take you, to destroy you, was just a vision and a clear proof about how much he wanted you. Maybe it was physical, maybe it was not, but Luke was surely gonna be there for when he had to pick up your pieces.

He was gonna make sure no one could ever touch you the way he did, not anyone.

"You like that, baby? Does that feel good?" He says, his voice sounding more raspy and low, filled with lust.

"Please, Luke" you plead softly. Luke´s eyes are mesmerized by the sight of your cunt swallowing his fingers, coating them in your arousal. "Can you fuck me?" you suggest. Gods-, you were so beautifully vulnerable and so filfthy like this; pressed to the mattress due to his weight, to the pleasure and the overwhelm. Your half naked body, glistening with sweat, chest going up and down rapidly.

Luke chuckles, shaking his head slowly, "What if I don´t?" he teases. You know he´s doing it, that he finds it amusing how much you want him, but the thought of him actually not taking you right now is anything but pleasant. You let out a whimper, fingers gripping on his sheets, feeling his fingers go in deeper and deeper.

"Please- please, fuck" you whimper, and Luke can't help but think that you sound even better when you beg, when your voice is so high and needy, so desperate. "I need you to. I want it, please"

Your body is begging him for more, to be fucked, and he wants it, oh he really does. But he likes to have his fun too. He slowly removes his fingers from you, staring at the coating of your arousal around his digits. You catch your breath for a moment, thin pieces of your hair sticking to your face and your lips all cherry looking, whether it was for the kissing, the biting, the talking, Luke was obsessed with it all. He brings his fingers to his lips, but he stops and asks; "You wanna taste?" with a subtle lift of his eyebrows.

You don´t know what to say. You just stare at him, eyes darting from his face to his fingers, unsure of what to answer. Luke finds it adorable. You´ve never done such thing, and you most certainly didn´t expect for someone like Luke to ask you either. So you nod slowly, still a little unsure, but knowing that this wouldn´t bring any harm.

He hums, slowly placing his two fingers into his mouth, wrapping his lips around them and sucking. He licks them clean before leaning down towards you, forearms pressing around your head as his face gets closer to yours. You get the hint.

Your lips part and Luke kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth easily, passing the taste of yourself through his spit. It quickly pools inside your mouth, yet he doesn´t want to let you go, lips pressing against yours constantly as his tongue working its way in between them. He can taste the sweet mix of yourself and him.

When his lips part from yours, you swallow.

"Good girl" he praises, cupping the side of your jaw with a hand, briefly pressing his forehead against yours, your breath crashing into his face. "Now turn around" he murmurs.

He doesn't let you a chance to question his intentions, one hand wrapping around your waist in flipping you over, laying you on your stomach. It was so easy to mannhadle you like that. And it was exciting. Luke takes a moment to admire you, his hand roaming over your body. You squirm impaciently, feeling his hand traveling all over your ass, his fingers spreading and digging into the meat of your thighs.

He pulls slightly up at your hips, your pelvis lifting from the mattress, the dip of your back only arching more, your hair sticking to your sweaty skin. He holds you there, in place, and you dip your head into your forearms, feeling the heat quickly travelling to your cheeks. You felt the head of his cock poking at your entrance, and you whine slightly. Luke doesn't do anything, doesn't say anything. He just rubs the tip against your folds, wetting himself and teasing you. You hear him sigh, "If it hurts too much, let me know" he murmurs.

But he´s already too excited, too impatient. He presses in, slowly sliding inside you, inch by inch. You whine loudly, gripping onto a pillow as Luke stops midway. "Fuck" he breathes out, hands pressing to your waist, he needed to hold onto something, some part of you, "You´re fucking tight" he says. He stays there for a moment, breathing loudly, big hands holding your waist deliciously, his chest glistening with sweat.

"Don´t stop, Luke. Please" you say.

And he can't believe you.

He felt as if you were trying to drive him mad on porpuse, out of his control, his sanity. How are you even real? He could've stopped, but then, he would be a terrible person. How could he deny you that, how could he stop after hearing those words? How could he break your little heart when instead he could break you?

He continues then, pushing the rest of the way in, slowly. He has to hold his breath to do so, because he´s holding back. He´s holding back so fucking hard the way he wanted to already slam into you and just take you.

You let out a moan, and he can't help the way his cock twitches inside you, the way he groans. "I know, I know" he cooes with a smile on his face. Because he can´t help it, he´s enjoying this so fucking much. Luke caresses softly the dip of your back, with his dick is buried inside you, stretching you deliciously, your walls only tightening around his lenght. He presses his hips against your ass when he´s all the way in, and you moan just a little bit louder. He chuckles, "I really hope that´s not all you´ve got for me, sweetheart" he teases.

You let out a little laugh, and Luke loves it. The way you can still smile, and tease, even if you are being completely destroyed —or maybe not quite yet—. You are so full, so stuffed, you can't think of anything else but his cock.

He starts to thrust, slowly at first, trying not to be too rough. He´s good with it, careful not to press his palms on you with too much strenght, not leave any marks on your sensitive skin. He looks down, the sight of his cock pulling in and out, in and out, covered in your glistening arousal as a thin white ring traces around the base of it. His mind is going places, anticipating what´s to come, he´s driving himself mad. You were driving him mad. So he tries to relax, he closes his eyes, throws his head back for a moment, darts back down at you.

But fuck-, the way you just swallow him completely, the way your body feels beneath him. He wanted you for life now. He can't help but quicken his pace. You moan softly, and it just makes him want to hear you more, to make you feel him. To see you in a state in which he was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that existed. He didn´t care if anyone heard.

"Fuck, I love how good you take me, yn"

He praised. He praised you so much. You loved it, he loved it. Your body is buzzing with pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His hands were pressing and squeezing and pinching, leaving red marks everywhere. He was losing himself.

But your thighs slightly burn, your knees hurt, and the bed is starting to creek, a squeaky and sharp noise echoing around the room. You can´t help it, you fall flat onto the matress again, but Luke doesn´t pull you back up. No. He follows you.

The mattress dips with his weight, his chest pressing onto your back. "I got you, baby" he whispers hotly, his arms coming to wrap around you. His hips keep rocking against you, pumping his cock in and out of you just easier every time, sloppy and dirty. It tightens on your lower tummy every time he thrusted in, the head of his cock hitting that spot, one you were not even sure someone else had done before. Luke presses his lips to your back, wherever he reaches as he flips your hair away. The taste of your skin against his lips is addictive, he can´t help but bite onto your shoulder when his mouth reaches it.

His head reaches your side, your moans intertwining with his own. "Such a pretty, pretty girl" he keeps mumbling, praising, encouraging you. It feels too good, and you can't help the whines and cries that fall from your lips, the way you grip the pillow under you, the way you cry his name like a mantra. You can't think straight. His lips are on your skin, his body is covering yours, his arms are wrapped around you. Everything is so tight, so intense. He has to hold on so hard, his arms squeezing around you like a snake, trapping yet holding you.

But of course, he´s Luke. He doesn´t think like it´s enough.

With his plumpy lips pressing against your neck, a hand creeped closer to your face. His thumb pressed against your lower lip, pulling down. You closed your eyes, the movement being so intimate it felt unaffiliated to what was actually happening. But just like that, and with his teeth grazing over the flesh of your neck, his palm carressed your jaw slowly, and then it rested on your throat, threatening to squeeze again, and the idea excited you.

But he didn´t stop his track there. It travelled up slowly, and then his hand was unable to reach your neck, but the rest of his arm was. You felt the pressure of his bicep on your throat, pulling up slightly as his other hand held the back of your head, fingers pulling at your scalp. Luke wrapped his arm around you like a snake, pinning you on a headlock.

"Can you take it?" He asked. His voice sounded low, raspy and needy.

You nodded, a dumb decision for when you were so limited of movement, a little moan escaping past your lips. "Yes" you breathed out.

He smiled against your hair. "Good"

Your pulse was thumping rapidly against his arm, your skin tingling under the sensation of his touch. Luke couldn't help the way his cock twitched inside you at the feeling of his arm wrapped around you, hearing you struggle for air, and he wasn´t even pressing that hard. At the way his fist was dissapearing on your hair, the way your neck strained due to the position, the way your body went limp against him, how pliable and delicate and vulnerable you were, and how pretty, fucking beautiful and eatable, even in a situation like this, where everything was dirty.

The sounds of his wet cock inside you, your strangled moans and whimpers, his own. The smell. Gosh, the smells. Your skin, your hair, your arousal, his. The room was just full with him, the scent of sex and sweat. And it was so fucking delicious, how could someone feel so good?

His arm tightened slightly around you, not enough to cut your breath, not enough to maybe bruise you, just a little pressure that was making him go insane. And his hips were rocking deeper, the rhythm faltering as he chased his orgasm. He couldn't help the groans, the moans, the sounds.

"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum" he groaned.

The idea of him releasing himself inside you was making you feel crazy. You had been teetering on the edge for a while, not knowing when to jump. "Luke" you manage to moan out, "Cum inside" you beg, and Luke feels as if the air was cut short. And it sounded so fucking needy, the way his name rolled out of your mouth, and the head of his cock is pressing deliciously against your g-spot. Your legs were starting to shake. He was so big, so deep inside, your head was spinning.

His hips buckled, a groan slipping from his lips. His orgasm was close, he felt it in the pit of his stomach. He felt you clench around him constantly, he even wondered if you were doing in on purpose. You felt the heat too, like a tight rope threatening to snap inside you if Luke kept moving like that, fucking you like that. He was relentless, his hips were slamming against you, his arm still wrapped around you, his hand pulling your hair.

You still felt so tight.

It felt like heaven. Luke was holding you, and he wasn't letting go. He had the whole control, the whole power. He was fucking you so well, so right, hitting all the right spots, making you cry and beg, and his hand was on your hair, your neck, your body, everywhere. It hit you soon, so good and intense you couldn´t even moan anymore, silent sounds and heavy breaths escaping from your lips.

You came hard, the knot finally snapping and letting all the tension and the heat loose. Luke felt it, how you clenched around him, and it was almost painful. You went limp against him, just the sight and the knowledge of knowing he did that, it was the end of him.

Luke came right after.

He couldn't help the loud groan that left his mouth. The way his hips stopped its movements, how his cock twitched uncontrollably and released himself deep inside you. The warmth and the feeling of filling you up was intoxicating, and his arm loosened up. His whole grip loosened, and it was like letting a feather fall.

You felt like a cloud, how all the pleasure was just overwhelming. Luke was panting, his forehead pressing against the crook of your neck as his arm still lazily hung around your body. Both of your chests were rising rapidly, trying to catch a breath. You felt the soft puffs of air leaving his nose against your skin, his lips brushing, his sweaty body sticking to yours.

And this felt so good too.

And he held you like that for a moment. Your vulnerable size, spent and tired, against his. You were breathing slowly now, and his fingers were lazily stroking your hair, brushing the locks away. His arm was gone, but his other one still embraced around you. And then it hit him again, he felt it again, the reason why his mind started racing in the first place with all his dirty thoughts. Because you were so small, so cute, so delicate. The way your skin felt beneath his, the way you molded perfectly on his arms, the way he was able to hold your body in his hands.

He was like a human shield, even though he wasn´t intending on to be one. It was a thought, a simple, yet powerful one. Because he could protect you, and he could also destroy you. If he wanted to, if he lost himself, he could break you in half again.

You laughed softly suddenly, "Still wanting to treat me like I´m made of glass?" you teased.

"Shut up" he smiled against the side of your face. He was happy that you couldn´t see him, because he couldn't help the blush.

He knew the reason. That his thoughts were racing and his mind was going blank with all these fantasies because he liked it, he loved it, he loved the feeling of holding a pretty little thing like you. A tiny thing, so precious and soft, just to break it apart, to tear it and to make it his. To treat you so carefully and build you back up, just to tear you up again. To have you. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with you, huh?" He said.

"Fuck me" you replied so casually.

He snorted. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" He teases. He shifts then, turning your head towards you so he could see your face better. "I didn´t know you were this dirty, little one"

"Mhm" you hummed. He was teasing you, but his words were still making your stomach twist. "It´s all your fault, you creep"

He smirked briefly, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. Then he pulls away, eyes darting to your mouth. They are red, swollen, and plushy. He brings his hand then, his thumb brushes over the bottom one, just like it did before. "Can I?" He asks.

You nod, and the tip of his thumb enters your mouth. Your tongue wraps around it, the warmth and softness of your mouth inviting him in, and he can't help but imagine it around his cock-,

Fuck, he was doing it again.

So he pulls it out, the same hand holding your hip, pulling you just a little bit closer to him with the slightest movement. "My little one" he murmurs, and you look with such wet and seductive eyes.

He was getting hard again. Oh, he was so going to fuck you dumb, real dumb.

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Alright, another professor Wanda drabble because I’m utterly whipped for her.

“I think spoken Russian is going to send me to an early grave,” You complained. “I’m good on the written and comprehension sections but the oral pronunciations…” You groaned dramatically, tossing your ‘Russian 101’ book out in front of you and dropping your arms so you were laying prone on bed.

Wanda picked up the book, reading through the dog-eared page you had been studying. “Is this the one you’re struggling with?” She pointed to one of the longer words at the top of the page. It had been twisting your tongue for hours.

You nodded. Wanda placed the book back in your hands and sat down next to you. “You know all the syllables. Just say it slowly, don’t try to cram the sounds together, just say them one at a time.”

You propped yourself back up on your elbows, squinting and bending forward to study the page. You sounded out the word slowly. Each syllable felt like an entire word of its own. It was by no means an elegant attempt, but it was technically correct.

Wanda slide down on the bed so she could press a kiss onto your lower back. “See?” She said, nuzzling the downward curve of her spine. “You’re getting it. Keep going. Try this one here.” She reached around you to point out a sentence at the top of the next page.

You spoke the words awkwardly and slowly, mentally trying to translate the foreign lettering into sounds. Wanda started tracing her way back up your spine, placing gentle kisses along each ridge.

“You’re a lot better at this than you think you are,” Wanda assured. “I could’ve never guessed this was your first semester taking Russian if I wasn’t the one teaching it to you.”

“Thank you, professor,” you teased. “I believe you’re to blame for my accelerated studies.” You could feel Wanda’s smile curl against your back.

“I suppose that is my job,” She teased, “making sure you excel.”

“Well then you��ll be devastated to know I have someone who’s serving as a terrible distraction to my studies.” You smirked, arching your back against her mouth.

“Mmm,” Wanda hummed. “I’m sure whoever it is knows that you work too hard. And I’d bet she knows that you’re brilliant and you could’ve passed with flying colors without even opening the book.”

“As if she herself isn’t known for working herself to the bone,” you retorted.

“All the more reason to provide her with a wonderful distraction.” Wanda bit gently at the spot your neck met your shoulder. You rolled your head back, mouth falling open in a silent groan. “We can continue your studies, if you wish. Repeat after me: YA ves' tvoy.” (I am yours.)

You reached one hand back behind you, burying it in Wanda’s thick brown hair. You drew her ruby red lips back to your neck, encouraging more kisses and nips from the older woman. “YA ves' tvoy,” you repeated with easy confidence. These words came far easier to you than the long and complicated ones you were pulling from your books.

“You speak beautifully, sweet girl.” Wanda sucked at the skin behind your ear.

Your eyes fluttered at sensation.“devochka milaya,” you said. “Sweet girl.”

“Mhm.” Wanda did not pull her mouth away from the soft skin of your neck. Your words weren’t entirely accurate, as the adjective came after the noun in Russian, but she was in no mood to be pedantic at the moment.

She adjusted her position on the bed, moving to straddle your hips rather than lying beside you. You whined when she pulled away, already missing the warm breath against your neck. The whines turned into moans when Wanda ground against her hips your ass. “I want to hear you say it again. Tell me you are mine,” she demanded.

You obeyed. “YA ves' tvoy,” you said again. The words came even more natural the second time around. “I am yours. I am all yours, my love.”

“YA ves' tvoy, moya lyubov,” She translated, adding in the ‘my love’.

You giggled. “Do you plan to fuck me until I can recite the entirety of the Russian language?”

Wanda chuckled mischievously, bending so her mouth was mere inches from your ear. “My love, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember English.”

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #professor wanda #professor!wanda #professor x student

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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.

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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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taesanluv3r · 5 months ago

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a date and five older brothers

kim woonhak x reader

idol!woonhak x non-idol!reader, established relationship <3 bnd members being annoying older brothers to their woonagi TT cuteness and fluffiness and so so so so silly!!!! lowercase intended, pls excuse any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors! enjoyy

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"ugh, why does it have to be raining cats and dogs today of all days?!"

kim woonhak groans loudly in frustration as he stares out his dorm's big glass window, large droplets of water smacking against it just as loud. jaehyun snickers from behind the boy, "what's wrong with a little rain, woonagi?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as the nickname for the younger boy leaves his mouth. "oh, you must be forgetting, hyung" taesan begins, grabbing the attention of all the members in the room with them. "our baby has a date with his girlfriend today~ doesn't he?" the five members of the boy-group apart from their youngest one shared a laugh, finding the way woonhak's ears and cheeks turned a bright red just so hilarious.

"but with the rain like this...we won't be able to go anywhere! i should just call her and-" the kim boy was cut off by the ringtone blasting out of the speaker of his phone. "speak of the devil" sungho said, grabbing the boy's phone and handing it over to him. "everyone be quiet, our baby has a vewy impowtant phone cwall" leehan teases in a baby-like voice, causing riwoo to laugh out loud before earning a silent 'fuck you' from the blush-y woonhak.

his hyungs sat and listened closely as their maknae picked up the call, pressing the device against his ear. "hey, what's up? i was just about to call you" they watched as the boy's previously annoyed face softened into a kind and smiley one. a wide grin grew against his lips as he talked with his girlfriend on the phone, nodding as if she could see him and then laughing at some of the things she said. "i know, it's way too crazy out there to go out...it sucks though, this is my first day off in like forever!" woonhak whined, slumping himself down on the couch. "yeah...i guess so, but i really wanna see you today..."

as the boy continued to converse with the girl, the rest of the boys noticed the way his eyes got sadder- as if he really was that upset about the rain and the change in their date plans. "maybe she should just come over here, looks like he really wants to see her" taesan whispers and riwoo nods. "i agree. wait let's suggest that to him"

"woonhak! hey!" jaehyun calls out just loud enough to be heard but not so that the girl on the other line of the phone could hear him. the younger boy furrows his eyebrows so as to ask 'what?!', using his shoulder to keep the phone pressed to the side of his head and throwing his free hands in the air in question. "wait, wait" his hyungs say, pointing their pointer fingers up in the air as they did so. the confused maknae watched as sungho got up, coming back a second later with a piece of paper and a pen. the other boys gave him a thumbs up before beginning to scribble something down on the paper. "mhm, i'm still here...hold on, i think the hyungs are trying to tell me something...wait" woonhak tells this girlfriend, squinting his eyes to try and make out what sungho had written so insanely small on the sheet.

"invite....invite? invite her over here...?" the boy said out loud, "oh! oh! invite her to come over here?!" he exclaimed this time, receiving a bunch of nods and silent claps from the group of boys who began to cheer, treating this whole thing like a game-show episode. liking the idea, woonhak excitedly jumps up from his seat. "yes! so you wanna come over here? we could just like...watch a movie or something..." the older members chuckled to themselves, looking at the way their youngest smiled happily. "okay! great then, i'll text you the address, see you soon...bye! love you too"

"aw~ did you hear that, guys? he lo~ves~ her too~" riwoo teased as soon as the boy hung up the phone and woonhak rolls his eyes again, bending down to pick up a small pillow from off the couch and throwing it straight at him. "ow! hey, you should be thankful we came up with the idea to save you from being sad all day" the other boys nodded, "exactly, everyone say: thank you taesan-ow!" another pillow floating through the air, directed at taesan this time. "she's coming over in a few minutes...YOU GUYS NEED TO BEHAVE. PLEASE." the boy yells sternly, eyes narrowing like a hawk. they laugh, getting off of where they were sprawled out on the floor and walking closer to their maknae.

"relax, woonagi~ when have we ever embarrassed you?"

half an hour goes by in what felt like five seconds to the boy who was so busy making sure the dorm was spotless before his girlfriend walked through the door. "guys what do you think of my outfit?" woonhak asks, spinning around to give the members a 360 view of his clothes. sungho laughs, "relax a little! it's not like you guys are going to a fashion show!" leehan agrees, "yeah, i think your sweatpants and white t-shirt will be fine" jaehyun laughs from the kitchen where he had been sent to wash his dirty dishes, "what are you stressing for, hakie? she's just coming over to your dorm, no big deal" oh, but it was a big deal. a huge deal. at least to the young loverboy it was.

just as he was about to yell at his hyungs for not taking him seriously, the buzzer by their door made a sound. woonhak's ears perked up, his feet gliding smoothly against the slippery floor as he ran over to it. "hello? it's me, yn" her voice cracking through the poor quality of the intercom made the boy's whole body warm. "hey! yeah, let me buzz you in" he replied, pressing the small button beside the speaker.

not even a minute passes before there's a knock on their door. "let me get it!" taesan says, not giving woonhak enough time to even argue before walking past him and over to the door. the other guys snicker, finding joy in bullying their little brother. "hey-oh! hi, taesan" they could hear her voice so clearly now, "hey, yn! nice to see you again- come in, woonhak's been dying to see you all day he was literally almost about to cry when it started raining and-" taesan never finished his sentence, "hyung! can we not?!" he whined, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. a female giggle entered his ears as his girlfriend finally came into proper view.

"you're so cute, woonhak"

yn ln smiles, her eyes disappearing and the spots below her cheeks dipping into deep dimples. her clothes almost match her boyfriend's, a pair of grey sweatpants that were just the right amount of baggy paired with a plain white tank-top and a baby-blue mini cardigan layered on top. the boy smiles from ear to ear, unconsciously opening his arms out for her to run into. she laughs, stepping closer and welcoming herself into his warm embrace. "i missed you" yn says, melting into his chest. "i...missed you too" he stutters a bit, his face growing red when he remembers the rest of the people in the room with them.

"aw~ so sweet" jaehyun coos, interrupting the couple's wholesome moment. "ah! i'm sorry i haven't even said hi to you guys yet. hi, it's nice to see you all again- sorry i came over like this, with the rain and all it's hard to go anywhere...i hope you guys don't mind that i'm here" the boys chuckle, finding the way she worried so sweet. "it's no problem, yn! you can come over anytime, i'm sure it'd make our woonagi so very happy~" riwoo said, moving to pinch at their maknae's cheeks teasingly. "hyung! stop!" the boy whines again, making his girlfriend smile. "woonagi" she repeats the nickname. "i like that...it's so..." she trails off, looking up at him. "so fitting"

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after about an hour, all awkwardness had been thrown out the window. the couple were now cuddling comfortably on the couch, the rest of the boy-group sprawled out on the floor or on the coloured bean bags. all their eyes focused onto the rom-com that played on the television- well, all eyes except woonhak's, who's gaze lingered on her face. he found the way her eyes sparkled and the way her lips remained slightly parted as she breathed way more interesting than the movie they were supposed to be watching. his hands found their way to rest on her head, his fingers dancing through her hair as she nuzzled her face closer to his chest.

over on the floor beside the couch leehan looked away from the screen for just a second only to catch a glimpse at their youngest member's loving gaze. he almost laughed too loudly, tapping taesan's shoulder to show him the real life scene unfolding before them. he snorts before flipping out his samsung to snap a silly picture, making a mental note to tease the boy for it later.

the pretty dialogue from the rom-com, paired with the pitter-pattering of harsh rain and the soft strokes of her boyfriend's hands in her hair must've been the reason why the girl had suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness crash over her body. for it didn't take long before yn ln had peacefully fallen asleep in kim woonhak's arms. he noticed it right away. the way the weight of her body got a little heavier as she relaxed into his touch, the way her breathing matched his own, and the way she stopped giggling over the stupid jokes from the movie. it only took a single look down at her slumberous face to confirm his speculations. it was so perfect. this whole moment was so perfect. spending his first day off in a while with his girlfriend, snuggled up in the comfort of his dorm- and best of all, his hyungs seemed to be too engrossed in the film to be constantly making fun of him! nothing could go wrong now...

"shit"

must've spoken too soon. the boy's sudden cuss made the others turn to face him, seeing for the very first time in all their lives: a sleeping girl, comfortably laying on their so-called baby brother. "what's wrong?" jaehyun asks, confused as to why the boy looked so stressed out in the moment. maybe the young boy had never had a pretty girl fall asleep on him before. or maybe he was cussing out of pure cuteness aggression. or maybe he was just so happy right now it stressed him out. or...or maybe...and most realistically...

"i need to piss but if i move i might wake her up...what do i do?!"

the chorus of hysterical laughs that emerged from the group of boys were almost loud enough to wake the girl up from her slumber. woonhak had to press a finger to his lips and tell them all to be quiet. "god...you're so stupid, woonagi...just carefully get up and go!" riwoo whisper-yelled, still calming down from the fit of laughter he just had. the boy rolled his eyes for possibly the hundredth time that day and then he sighed, looking down to the girl on his chest, softly stroking away her hair that covered her face. woonhak took a deep breath, "okay..." he told himself, carefully lifting yn's head up with both his hands. he shifted away quickly, replacing his body with a pillow before placing her back down to rest.

he let's out a breath, mentally patting himself on the back as if he had just taken part in the most difficult olympic sport know to man. the other members laughed to themselves, silently making fun of how serious the boy looked just now. woonhak flipped them off in annoyance as he passed by them on the way to the bathroom.

the boy comes back about two minutes later, sighing in relief when he sees that the girl remained fast asleep and untouched on the couch. he tries his best to crawl back to the spot he was sitting in earlier, lifting yn's head off the pillow and back onto his chest. however, this was easier said than done and it seems the boy's movements were far too rushed, causing the girl to awake from her slumber.

"shoot" he says as she begins to sit up straight, her hands moving up to rub at her sleepy eyes. "sorry, i didn't mean to wake you" woonhak says, smiling sheepishly when she lets out the sweetest yawn he's ever heard in his entire life. yn shakes her head, "no, it's fine. how long was i asleep for?" she asks, stretching out her arms. "well, you missed the rest of the movie" he replies, scooting closer to her. "yeah, but so did you" taesan butts in from where he laid on the floor. the maknae boy furrows his eyebrows, "what do you mean? i was totally watching the movie!" leehan snickers, "if by movie you mean staring at your girlfriend then yeah, you were totally watching!"

yn giggles at the bickering boys, "that's so not true!" woonhak whines as his girlfriend moved to lay against him again. "oh, but it is! i have proof~" taesan teases, waving the opened photo he took on his phone around in the air. the other boys laughed at the way the boy's ears practically fumed with anger. "let me see" the girl on his chest requests, grabbing the phone from the older member's hand.

"aw!" she cooed, zooming into her boyfriend's loving expression on the image. "you're so cute, woonhak" she said so sweetly, her eyes moving from the phone screen and over to his face. the anger on his complexion disappeared into a look of pure love. yn pushes herself upwards a bit, just so she was inches away from his face. "my woonhak" she said once more before leaning in to press her lips against his. he smiled, kissing her right back softly...and then again and again a dozen more times all over her face, seemingly beginning to forget about his hyungs that sat and watched.

"awwww~~~ woonagi! give hyung a kissy too" jaehyun teases, puckering his lips out and tapping his cheek. "yeah~ i want one too~" riwoo follows. woonhak groans, throwing his head back in annoyance. yn laughs, "you guys are so silly...and you're so cute, did i say that already?" the girl smiles, pulling her boyfriend by the collar of his shirt to kiss him again. "disgusting" sungho says, shaking his head as he gets up to head to the kitchen. "yn~ give me a kiss too!" taesan says jokingly, "hyung!" the maknae complains, but much to his surprise the girl turns to blow his group-member a flying kiss.

"hey! that's not fair. you're not supposed to give them flying kisses- you're my girlfriend!" the pout on his face melted all the girl's insides, it took her every muscle in her body to not stuff him in her pocket at that very moment. "ugh, you cutie!" she practically squealed, tackling the boy down so that he laid on his back on the couch. "i love you! i love you!" she repeated, peppering his face with little pecks. "ah! okay, okay i get it! alright i love you too! stop! they're gonna make fun of me!" with a little more convincing from the boy, she finally stopped. allowing him to sit back up, his insanely flustered and stupidly red face in full display for everyone to see.

"our baby...so in love" jaehyun teases for the last time, woonhak had given up on arguing and just chose to accept the fact that his brothers were going to make fun of him for as long as he's dating yn- which he hoped was for the rest of his life.

"you guys seriously need to stop bullying the poor baby" yn giggled as she spoke, pressing a kiss to the side of her boyfriend's cheek. woonhak scoffed, "and you need to stop calling me a baby too! i'm fully going to be eighteen years old!" he complained, still pouting. this time, the whole room just shook their heads.

"nice try, but that's never going to happen...baby"

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"thanks for coming over, yn" woonhak says, wrapping the girl in a final hug. "thanks for inviting me over. it sucks we couldn't go out like we planned but there's always another time! and i had a lot of fun today" yn replied, her voice muffled by the contact with his clothes. "get home safely and i love you" he said, leaning down to kiss her. she smiled softly, "i love you too! i'll text you when i'm home and also goodluck with all the comeback preparations and stuff! all of you"

"BYE YN! COME BACK SOON! WE'LL SHOW YOU ALL OF WOONHAK'S TRAINEE VIDEOS!" - "hyung!!!!" - "we'll show you all his baby pictures too!"

"okay, bye yn! please leave now before they say something worse! i love you"

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ahh first fic in a while 😭 hope u guys liked this silly little thing <3 i love woonagi so so much!! ALSO who else can't wait for bonedo comeback!! 19.99 🤤🤤 anyways reblogs n feedback r very appreciated. love, kona.

#kona's work ♡#boynextdoor #boynextdoor drabbles #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #woonhak #woonhak x reader #boynextdoor woonhak #bnd x reader #bnd woonhak #kim woonhak

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thoughfullovercreator · 2 months ago

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Sorry not sorry. But some people need to read this.

Tw: when I am employing the word « delusional » I am not referring to the medical definition of it.

What I am going to be saying is going to be disliked by some. But I don’t care.

I am going to be talking right now about a phenomenon that I’ve been seeing ever since I started reading mangas and watching animes and it has always bothered me.

And guess what ? I am not the only one being bothered by that, which reassures me.

The problem is the following:

Each time there’s a genuine friendship between two male characters or even two females in a manga/anime, people dirty it by gluing on it, their own fantasies and making it somewhat romantic/sexual, by inventing a « sexual tension » between these protagonists.

Always happens in the anime/manga universe.

…and I am going to tell you why it’s a problem/bothersome situation for many :

The problem is that it renders the story less deep and genuine and more people are influenced in thinking that, a male character, by being nice to another male (same for females), is romantic or whatever.

Like some of y’all are sexualising everything. Get it together.

This is, most of the time (actually 99% of the time but okay), LITTERALY delusion because the authors have never, ever meant for their characters to be viewed as anything but genuine friends/acquaintances..

It distorts the story for nothing and, in my opinion, it is disrespectful to the creators of the manga, to just take their characters and create a quiproquo on it. Sorry not sorry to say it.

As an example, let me take the « Dazai x Chuuya » fans.

The readers go as far as totally disregarding the fact that, Dazai, since literally the first episode, has implied that he was not attracted to guys. On top of that, he’s kinda depicted as the guy who likes women (/is low-key a womaniser). Never, ever was there anything that would make him attracted to Chuuya as a male.

(It also happens for JJK and others… )

Therefore, you’re disregarding the genuine and complex aspects of a potential friendship and understanding between the characters, to glue on it what you would have wished it to be : a romantic or sexual attraction. It’s a projection of what YOU would have WANTED it to be.

Simple example for BSD: Asagiri himself has said that there is nothing between Chuuya and Dazai, that they really don’t appreciate each other.

Now for all those who think that they like each other: it’s fine but that means that there’s something you´ve misunderstood in the story. Go back to it and try to analyse better the interactions and contexts. It’s fine really cuz, it could happen to anyone to misunderstand something, I am not criticising. Just signaling a risk.

It is actually immoral to distort a character’s sexuality like what ?! It becomes a habit and people do it also for celebrities. It’s kinda going too far.

It’s not for you to decide.

When it’s « not a big deal » for some, it could actually represent a big deal for many. And make many people uncomfortable.

Respectfully :

You wanna do your fanfics ? NO PROBLEM really ! be our guests ! but do it in the context of a fanfic, after putting on a disclaimer, as a respectful gesture for the creators of mangas !

(On the other hand, when people write « character x reader », it doesn’t distorts the original story cuz Y/N just doesn’t exist).

BUT rubbing it down our throats without any context as if it was a general truth provided by the creators, that « these characters are in love/sexually attracted to one another » NO. Keep it for yourself or your group of friends if y’all agree on it.

Again, many many people feel as uncomfortable as I, regarding this. It’s kinda also getting out of hand.

It’s getting out of hand especially when I see fandoms like the Black butler fandom where they imagine a « sexual tension » between Sebastian that is an adult and Ciel that is 13 !

Like it or not. I am not sorry for being respectful and realistic.

And I am encouraging everyone to talk and expose that, because this is not fine.

Some decency is needed :

Not everything is okay with what people are doing on the internet. You can have your « dirty thoughts » but don’t expose them, not everyone wishes to hear about it. Some things have to stay between you and yourself.

Kids/ teens :

And kids/teens (all those below 18) y’all need to get off your phones a little and go play outside or meet your friends (for teens ig) if you don’t wanna end up in depression at an early age or with extremely poor social skills.

At least take a real book like ones at the school library and learn things. Instead of learning how to .. by reading explicit content cuz you never listen when we tell you that a certain one shot is +18.

Again, I am not sorry. I am pissed.

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ghost-in-the-hall · 10 months ago

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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VII

*inhales aggressively* VESSEL CHAPTER!!!!!! FINALLY!!!! Reader has a talk with the boys about what exactly happened with the night's kissing incident, after so much time of him being a bit distant towards reader Vessel decides to let his softer side show, plus more moments with III because I'm in love with him and I can't help myself sorry not sorry hehe I can't wait to know what you all think of this chapter thank you all so much for all the wonderful comments. If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: discussion of boundaries, proposals of a polyamorous relationship (I tried my best to make it realistic but I, myself, am not polyamorous), fluffy stuff per usual. NOT PROOFREAD

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

Part VI - Part VIII

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The sight before you almost made you want to laugh. The four grown men that sat in various seats around your living room almost resembled a group of school kids waiting anxiously outside the principal's office. “I’m sorry.” III was the first of them to speak up.

“No, if anything I should be the one apologizing.” II quickly follows, both of them unable to even look in your direction.

“I’m not upset at either of you, I’m just… confused.” You respond softly.

“It started off as simple crushes; me, IV, III, Ves.” You noticed Vessel’s shoulder tense as he was dragged into this conversation as well. “We all think you’re beautiful-”

“And very sweet.” III adds on. You can’t help the subtle smile that finds its way to your lips at their compliments.

“We could tell things had gotten a little more serious between you and III so we all decided to back off. But, I can’t lie to you,” II chuckled, “I’m a very jealous man. So when someone tries to keep me from what I want I don’t typically respond the best.”

“And I don’t feel right asking you to commit solely to me when you clearly have feelings for II, as well.” III adds his piece. You found it odd, there was no anger in his voice at the thought of you with his friend. “I guess what we’re trying to say is, um…” he trails off, looking to II as he searches for the right words to say.

“How would you feel about dating all of us?” Vessel breaks the thick tension with his blunt question. You felt like all of the air had been punched from your lungs, your heart jumping into your throat as your head snapped in his direction.

“Vessel, you can’t phrase it like that!” IV groans from his spot on your couch, dropping his head into his hand.

“What? She's a big girl, you don't need to beat around the bush.”

“Dating… dating all of you?” You finally mutter after a few moments of shocked silence.

“Obviously only if you're comfortable with that.” III stands from his seat, slowly stepping closer to you. “You don't have to say yes to any of this. It doesn't matter if you want to date only me, or if you would be okay dating all of us. Hell, after dropping this on you, there's a chance you might not want to see any of us ever again.” You didn't miss the nervousness that laced its way into his laughter. III was genuinely scared that this was going to fully push you away. “But, it's about what you want, that's the important part.”

“And you're all okay with this?” You would be lying if you tried to say you didn't find the offer very appealing. Every member of the group that sat before you drew you to them in one way or another, they were definitely an attractive bunch to put it lightly; III with his subtle intensity, who was always making you laugh, II who would turn you into a flustered mess with his sweet words, IV who’s easily excitable nature and blind confidence when it came to complimenting you made your heart thrum in your chest, Vessel who lets his hand linger on your waist as he maneuvers around you doing restock days, who holds your gaze for perhaps a little longer than necessary when wishing you goodbye at night. But, could you really handle four relationships?

“The way we see it, we’d rather share you with others who we know are going to take good care of you than to be forced to hold our tongues about how we feel about you.” II explains.

“I…” you trail off as you look between the four of them. “I need some time to think.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

“Of course.” Vessel responds. Without another word II, III, and IV stood, quietly said their goodbyes to you and left your apartment. Vessel hung back for a moment, waiting for III to fully shut the door behind him before breathing out a sigh. “I'm sorry that all of this happened the way it did. I kept telling them to wait to bring it up.” His gaze drops to you, who was silently fidgeting with your fingers as you leaned against the wall.

“I can always tell them to back off, love.”

“No, you don't have to do that.” You brush him off. “It's nothing to do with any of you, you're all incredible. It's just- it's me, that's what the problem is.” You tried to force a laugh to prove to Vessel that you were fine, his unchanging expression let you know immediately that he saw right through you. “You're all so wonderful, and the fact that you would be willing to make such a huge compromise.” You stare through the slits of his mask, believing you were meeting his eyes. “What if it's not worth it?”

You didn't have time to register what was happening before Vessel was in front of you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I know I might not be as… prominent with my acts of affection as the others.” He pulls back slightly, one large hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as your eyes instinctively rise to look at him. “But, considering II put things out in the open, I need you to know that I care for you viscerally.” The soft growl that found its way into his voice made your cheeks grow warm. “I don't want you to feel pressured into anything you don't want, but I need you to understand that there has not been a single moment since I met you that would make me think any of this wasn't worth it.” You blink slowly as a hand comes to rest on the top of your head, comfortingly patting the spot. “Would it be alright if I came and checked in tomorrow?” You nod, reluctantly letting your hands fall away from their position pressed against his chest as he stepped back, his warmth fading away with it.

“Goodnight, Ves.” Your voice cracked slightly as you tried to keep your overwhelming emotions in check.

“Goodnight love, rest well.”

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You watched the second hand on the clock tick, bringing you closer to when Vessel would usually make his nightly supply runs. You hadn’t managed to sleep at all the night prior, tossing and turning as you played through every scenario you could think of as you made your decision. At the sight of the familiar pick up truck rumbling into the lot you felt your heart race. “This is it.” You muttered out loud to the empty store. “No going back now.” He poked his head through the door before fully entering.

“You still open?” He offers you a playful smile.

“No, but for you I'll make an exception.” You giggle in response. He slowly steps inside and approaches the counter.

“How’d thinking on things go?” He rests his elbows on the counter, bringing him closer to face level with you.

You set a hand down on the counter, Vessel cautiously reaching out to take it in his own. He hesitates for a moment, his hand drawing back slightly as if he was preparing to pull away. His fingers were rough against the soft skin of your hand when he finally decided to take his, his thumb running languidly across the peaks and valleys of your knuckles as he waited patiently for your response. “I want to take things slow… but the thought of having all of you to myself is a little too good to pass up.” He breathes out a chuckle, flashing you a sharp smirk that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Is that so?” He mulls over how to respond to your statement for a moment. “How about I make us dinner and we can sit down and talk about how slow you want to take things, just so we can make sure everyone is on the same page.”

“You want to cook me dinner?” You shoot him a playful smile. “Is it going to be edible?” He bellows out a laugh in response.

“You're funny, you know I've been told I'm a wonderful cook.” He points an accusatory finger at you, standing up to collect what ingredients he needed from around the store. “Just you wait and see, this is going to be the best damn meal you've ever eaten.”

The whole thing was a bit strange in the best way. If he hasn't told you so directly you would've sworn that Vessel thought of you as little more than an acquaintance. But now, you were sitting on your kitchen counter, a glass of white wine swirling around in your hand, rolling your eyes playfully at all of Vessel’s terrible jokes as he made the two of you dinner. He asks you where you keep your plates, you easily reach into the cabinet behind you and produce a pair, holding them out to him with a soft smile. He carefully plates the pasta he made, penne with bacon and spinach and some type of cream sauce he had pulled together with odds and ends from your pantry. “It smells incredible.” He saunters in front of you, trapping you on the counter by placing a hand on either side of your waist.

“And here you were questioning my culinary skills.” He feigns a hurt tone before a soft chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Come on beautiful, let's go eat.” He pulls away from you, your body trailing after his warmth. You pad your way into the living room, Vessel close behind as he carries your plate for you. You sat close together on the couch, angling yourself to better face him. “So, define slow.” He jumps in immediately.

“Let me at least get a couple bites in.” Vessel can't help but smile at your teasing tone. “I just… I don’t know. This is all so different I don't think I can really tell you what going slow even means.”

“Well, I can assure you that all of us care a lot about how you feel during all of this.”

“And I know that.”

“I think you're worried about more than just taking things slow, love. What's on your mind?” The softness to his tone immediately lulled your anxious mind into a sense of safety.

“I'm worried about things developing quicker in certain relationships than others, I just don't want that to cause any of you to fight.” You absentmindedly twisted your fork around in your fingers, studying it as you tried to put into words what was racing through your mind.

“That might happen, but if it does it's alright. Unfortunately that's just something we have to deal with.” He chuckles. “There's no doubt in my mind that you would be more comfortable moving a bit quicker with III than you would with me, he started flirting with you from the start. We all know that you're in various stages of getting to know us, we're more than willing to give you time to figure all of that out.” Hearing him being so reassuring made the heaviness weighing in your chest lighten considerably. “Is there anything else I can do to ease that pretty little head of yours?” You slowly shake your head no before pausing. You looked at the man before you, swallowing thickly as you mulled over an idea. Vessel was an enigma to you even after months of knowing him. He was aloof, quiet, but the few rare instances he let part of his personality break through you could tell just how wonderful he could really be.

“Dance with me?” The question hung in the air for a moment before Vessel wordlessly rose to his feet.

“I will warn you, I'm not much of a dancer.” He chuckles, outstretching his hand for you to take. His palm was warm against your fingertips; the smudged edges of his paint were a stark contrast to the pale skin underneath.

“What a shame, neither am I.” You giggle in response before he pulls you to your feet. He looks around the room, making a small sound of affirmation to himself before pushing your coffee table out of the way to open up the space. You walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, clicking on your radio and letting the soft tune crackle to life. Vessel stood in the center of the room, hands shoved into his pockets as he waited for your return, a soft smile settling onto his lips.

“You look really beautiful today.” He says softly, one strong arm reaching out for you and wrapping around your waist when you were within reach. Your fingers intertwine with his, Vessel watching carefully as each delicate digit slotted between his own. Your cheeks grow warm as you timidly accept the compliment. You had never been this close to Vessel before, feeling the way his muscles tensed and shifted under the hand that rested on his shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. You were unable to tear your eyes away from him, the intricate detailing along the edge of his mask highlighting how wide and bright his smile was as he gazed down at your flustered form. The music you had turned on was non existent at this point, the only thing mattering at this point in time was Vessel finally allowing you the briefest glimpse inside his walls. You managed to trip over your own feet, yelping slightly as you stumbled into him. “Easy now, I got you.” He chuckles, helping to steady you on your feet. “If you're going to faint at least wait until I kiss you for the first time.” He jokes

“Already thinking about kissing me, huh?” You smile coyly

“It'd be hard not to with a pretty face like that.” You let out a flustered laugh, your eyes dropping to the floor. You jumped when there was a sudden knock on the door. You reluctantly pull out of Vessel’s grasp, his fingers trailing across your waist as he tries to remain connected to you until the last possible moment. You slowly open the door, not knowing who to expect on the other side so late. You froze when your eyes landed on III, who was nervously swaying his heels on the creaky wooden landing outside. The moment he realized you had answered he immediately began to ramble.

“I'm sorry, I know you said you needed time to think and I absolutely respect that. I just, I know we kissed, and if you decide you don't want to go through with this I don't want it to make things weird-”

“III.” His mouth snaps shut as you softly say his name. You look back into your living room, Vessel’s head rested in his hand, he seemed mildly annoyed to be interrupted. Not knowing how to respond, you simply pushed the door wide open, III’s attention immediately drawn to Vessel. “We were actually just talking about that.” His eyes widen slightly, his gaze switching between you and his friend.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-”

“I was just leaving, actually.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. You turn to face him as he walks up to you. He cradles your face in his hand, “tonight was wonderful, I hope we get to do this again soon.” He swipes his thumb across your cheek, leaving a thin black streak in its wake. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Ves.” You respond breathlessly. You turn to face III, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before reaching out and taking his hand, tugging him inside your apartment. His eyes stay locked on you as he follows you through the door, shutting it quietly behind him. “I really enjoyed, um… kissing you last night was really nice.” You let out a flustered laugh. “I don’t want you to worry that you made things weird.”

He chuckles, “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He stuffs his hand in his pockets, shifting his weight awkwardly. “I hope that talk you guys were having was a good one.”

“I think you’ll be very satisfied with the outcome.” You giggle. He gazes at you curiously, the usual playful sparkle back in his eyes when he realized he hadn’t scared you off.

“Is that so?” He saunters closer to you, his towering height and intense gaze threatening to make your knees buckle. “You let me know if any of this is moving too fast, okay?” He says sweetly, gently cupping your jaw.

“Okay.” You smile up at him. He trails his thumb over your bottom lip, his bright blue eyes darting around your features as he drank in the sight of you.

“You are simply gorgeous, love.” He whispers after a moment of silence.

“You flatter me too much.” Both hands slide around your waist, gently pulling you flush against him.

“I'm only telling my girl the truth.” He smiles. Your eyes flash up to meet his, the declaration of being his girl making your heart flutter in your chest. “Well, it seems like we have the night to ourselves. What would you like to do?” Wordlessly you take one of the hands that had settled against the curve of your hip, guiding him towards your couch. You threw on a movie, something mindless that you didn't need to pay attention to. Tonight was about spending time with III. No distractions, no hidden feelings, just you and someone who made you feel like a girl experiencing her first crush all over again. III takes you in his arms, laying back and pulling you on top of him in the process. One arm resting comfortably behind his head, the other slung over your waist as the two of you cuddled in a comfortable silence. “You know, I was really worried all of this would make you never speak to me again.” He speaks up after a while through a quiet chuckle.

“I was definitely a bit nervous about the idea, still kind of am if I'm being honest.” You laugh softly, absentmindedly tracing shapes against the soft material of his sweatshirt on his chest. “But, none of you have given me any reason not to trust you, so despite being nervous I feel like this is the right choice.”

“How you feel about this is very important to me, okay? If there's ever anything I can do for you love, just let me know.” He rubs his hand soothingly up and down your back, keeping you pressed close to him almost as if he was scared if he let you go you'd disappear. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night; you learned that III is more of a cat person than a dog person, his favorite color is red, and he would willingly disappear into the woods without a trace if it meant never folding laundry again. “It's such a dumb concept, I'm going to put the damn clothes on anyways. Why do they have to be folded and put away?” You hid your face against his shoulder, trying to hide the fact you had tears forming in your eyes from laughing so hard. You look up at him with a bright smile, the tangent dying in his throat as his eyes meet yours. He slowly sits himself up on his elbows, your body responding as it gradually slid into his lap. One of his hands pressed into the small of your back, keeping you held as close to him as possible, the other moving to cup your cheek.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you since last night.” You admit in a tone barely above a whisper.

“Trust me, I wasn't doing much better.” He chuckles, his gaze briefly flashing down to your lips. “Everything about you… everything about you is just so perfect, and for the life of me I can't figure out why you give me the time of day.”

“Because you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.” Your voice shook as you spoke, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears and you were nearly positive that III could hear it too.

“Because you are the only girl in the world for me.” He admits without a second thought. “I haven't been able to get last night out of my head. Of course I want to kiss you again, but this time I want to kiss you and mean it.” Trembling fingers rose to the edge of his mask, glancing up at him through your lashes asking for silent permission to raise his mask enough to kiss him. He nods, studying your nervous expression as you gently took the edge of the fabric and raised it to just below his nose. Your breath was snatched from your lungs as III crushed his lips against yours, your mind immediately swimming in the overwhelming sensation that was him. His lips subtly sweet as he eased your mouth open, his tongue carefully caressing yours, making sure to take things at a bear agonizing pace in order for you to be able to back away at any time. Your hands slid up his torso, III shivered under your delicate touch. You felt lightheaded as the kiss took over your senses; the euphoric feeling of his warm lips against yours, the deep, earthy smell of his cologne, his massive hand kneading at the softness of your hip. You both pulled away equally breathless, your hands coming up to his mask in order to readjust it into place before he had a chance to.

“I think you definitely meant it this time.” You giggle, your forehead falling to rest against his.

“There's going to be plenty more where that came from.” He winks playfully at you.

III decided to leave you for the night when you could barely keep your head up anymore. He scoops you up in his arms. You grumble in annoyance despite the fact you immediately begin to nuzzle your face against his chest. “Where are we going?” You ask through a yawn.

“I’m taking you to bed sweetheart, you need to rest.” He chuckles.

“-’m not tired.” You try to protest, your actions only make him laugh again before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Says the woman who can’t keep her eyes open.” You could hear his smile in his voice.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit softly.

“I know love, but you have a store to run, I’m afraid I’ve kept you up more than I already meant to.” He carefully maneuvers himself so he’s holding you in one arm, pulling back your blankets with his now free hand. He lays you gently into bed, his knuckles trailing across your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His head dips down, allowing you to share one more chaste kiss before he left you to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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adelheidvonschicksal · 11 months ago

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I beg of you, your the only person who wrote such a good zayne story 😍 it makes everything tingle, can we get a story of us sucking him off PLEASEEEEEE

⋆｡°✩ PWP Smut, Banter, Oral (M-receiving), no pronouns. Please let me know if I missed something, and I'll fix it.

Your nerves are on fire, each one a tiny beacon for arousal to run its rickety, lurching course through you. Overwhelmed, you bring your hands up and brace them against the headboard of the bed, clasping them into tight fists to calm the adrenaline rolling like waves through your veins.

It’s been too long since you felt this way, burdened with trembling limbs and stomach-knotting excitement, something that could only be accomplished when you have a certain surgeon between your gripping thighs. It’s been too long since you’ve seen Zayne, let alone have his hard, defined abs taut where you cradle his stomach.

He props his shoulders on dark blue satin pillows, his head in the perfect position for you to look at him. The unyielding gaze he holds does nothing to calm your heaving chest or aching nether regions as you take your time soaking and drinking him in.

Zayne has already changed so much since you last were with him. Your eyes are anchored to the widening of an already broad physique and the stretch and bulge of his biceps when he runs his hands down your back and over your ass to grip at the meat of your thighs. The golden glow of the nightstand lamp setting off against dark hazel eyes and battle-worn skin tempts you to squeeze his slowly fluctuating chest.

Before you can seal the deal on your spiraling dirty thoughts, Zayne catches your intentions, as if the position you were in didn’t already make it obvious. It’s a game that both amuses and frustrates you at the same time.

“It seems someone worked themselves up rather quickly.”

Lifting your sight from his chest, you meet a playfully mocking glint hidden behind a firm gaze. To keep your annoyance, or impatience rather, from showing, you set your attention on the intricate designs of the headboard.

“Just admiring the finish on the wood,” you excuse. “Lacquer?”

Zayne lifts a hand and pinches at your chin to force you to concentrate on him causing you to take your first shuttering breath that night. With piercing eyes, he searches for something in your face, so hauntingly that it makes you throb, and you silently hope he doesn’t feel your legs clamp harder at his waist or how much you're beginning to leak.

He doesn’t need it. As always, Zayne finds what he wants. His voice is inquisitive but the look in his eyes is teasing when he finally asks, “Are you sure that’s what it is? Your pupils are dilated, and I don’t think you’re one to really care about woodwork to that degree.”

You huff at his observation, always the smart-mouthed one. Could he blame you for being hot and bothered when you have an undeniably attractive man under you, especially when you haven't been able to touch him in weeks? It’s so hard with your schedules. Even now, it’s thanks to an unexpected sick day that your schedules managed to align. So, yeah, maybe you were more worked up than usual, but Zayne was a lot of things, stern, serious, reservedly kind, and very much aware of his commanding good looks and the effect it has on you.

Luckily, you’re not the only one who is having trouble maintaining a calm visage. His face holds a barely recognizable flush, his chest strains with too-deep breaths, and his large, scarred hands squeeze the back of your legs to an almost painful point before he swipes your tender skin with manicured thumbs.

It doesn’t take a genius to see that the tepid atmosphere is growing too tense for both of you. Who admits to it first is anyone’s guess, but it’s not likely to be Zayne without some encouragement.

So, you prance your fingertips across his angular jaw before drawing a seductive line from the point of his chin through the center of his pectorals, a line you plan to use to start your reacquaintance with his body very soon. The sticky heat radiates from him and seeps into you, knotting the aching twists in your lower stomach even tighter.

“You’re one to talk,” you remark, displaying your own mischievous thoughts. Your hand finds a place to roost over his left side and sprawls open over his heartbeat, reading the steadily rising pace. “I can hear you breathing from here, and your skin is so hot and sweaty.”

For someone whom others wrongfully describe as cold, something about him is smoldering when he rakes his eyes over your body. It’s hungry, and you’re so ready to devour and be devoured, as he forces himself to meet your face again.

“It’s the fever.”

Holding in your laughter, you smack your lips at him. “Didn’t you say you were feeling better today? You didn’t lie to me, did you, Zayne?”

The man doesn’t respond, usually a sign that he was thinking but the only thing on his mind was your hand running orbits around his nipple, outlining the smooth round expanse circling it. You grope lightly at his chest, marveling how full it makes your hand, before cascading that touch lower and lower.

The girth of his cock twitches against your ass, and you think you almost got him as he begins to ripple under your exploration; alas, he manages to keep in his sighs until you start to comb through the delicate valley of shallow black hair that curls from his lower stomach and disappears under his sweatpants.

“I knew you would blow it out of proportion otherwise,” he plays off, releasing another low groan. “It didn’t seem to stop you from marching right over, however.”

“Oh?”

Pitifully pouting, you roll onto your side next to him, press your chest into his arm, and lean in to kiss under his ear.

“You don’t like me taking care of you?” you whine with a pathetic infliction and a whimper, all the while adding pressure as you begin to massage his groin over his briefs, close enough he can feel the sensitive flesh right above the base of his cock imprinting with your touch but not quite where he wants it or how he wants it. “That’s so mean.”

Playfully, you blow against his ear, and there’s the smallest shudder that makes your heart pound hard. There’s nothing like seeing him slowly give in, trying to act in control when his cock readily jumps and stiffens as if to reach your hand. The reaction encourages you to shuffle your hand under his briefs in a few ticklish swipes only to be met with disappointment when his voice catches, hiding a guttural sound you could only curse him for not letting you hear when you wrap your fingers around his cock.

It frustrates you how he won’t even give you an inch of nonresistance, but his cock pulses at your touch, and you smile to yourself at how he couldn’t hide the eager hard-on that you were quickly encouraging with only a few twists and pets.

“When you forced me to let you take care of me,” he begins, pausing only to hiss softly when your fist tightens, which causes the warm slick of precum to seep into his pants and a brief fluttering of his eyes before he recollects himself. “I assumed that meant you’d make a wreck of my kitchen like last time.”

Slowly, you slide your calf over the top of his knee.

“My soup made you better though.”

Zayne groans as you pull him free from his clothing, holding onto his cock as it springs from too-tight confines. Your thumb follows the thick pulsing vein running up the side of his cock before tracing his dripping slit. His head slides back against the pillow, tilting back as he quietly gulps, and his thick throat stretches with the swallow.

“At the cost of my best pot.”

“A win's a win,” you mumble against the crux of his neck, which turns into a sigh when his arm makes space to slide under you, wrap around your upper hip, and squeeze at your ass.

“Now, I see you only had one thing in mind when you came over, after all.”

“That’s not it,” you mewl, squirming when he pinches your cheek harder.

“Are you saying you didn’t come over to take advantage when you have me like this?” he asks.

“You make it sound so calculated!” You shake your head. “I just know this will fix you up in no time. Besides, I missed you.”

There’s a short and irritatingly self-satisfied chuckle from him that makes your chest vibrate with the makings of a moan as his deepening voice rumbles in your ears. “I’m in your capable hands then,” he finally relents, not that you expected any other outcome, and you make your move to flip on top of him again.

There’s a snap somewhere finally releasing any inhibitions when your lips meet. It’s passionate, filled with every desire that’s been burning in him since he’s seen you. Zayne can be gentle, but he can also be bruising. Sometimes he’s a mix of both like when his tongue glides on top of yours and his teeth graze against your bottom lip during the short moments you break for air before capturing each other’s taste again.

You moan into his mouth when he cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss to the point you're becoming dizzy. It takes some strength to break free from the passion of it all, but you want more of him, and you’re not willing to wait anymore. So, you pull away and allow your mouth to collide against his collar before he has time to capture you again. Zayne’s eyes glower, half-lidded as he watches every pucker of your lips and every kiss and bite on his body.

Zayne slides a palm up the small of your back, the other going to rub the crux of your thigh, dipping inward to stroke at the yielding flesh right at your center. You moan against him, doing your best not to start dry humping him like you’re in heat whenever his cock pulse against your lower belly, but the scent wafting from him was becoming too much. So, you quickly begin to make your way to the promised land, trailing kisses along the way.

“I missed you,” you puff out softly before wading your tongue across his nipple then under his chest and to his stomach. Releasing his cock, you slide your hands down his sides, making sure to keep them aligned with the movement of your kisses. “You don’t know how much.”

Zayne brushes his fingers along your hand, following down your arm before gently cupping the side of your face, his thumb gliding over your cheek in a tender return of your sentiment as his once proud demeanor in his eyes softens with the smallest of glances from you.

“Is it more than I’ve missed you?” he whispers, and when you nod, he smiles. “I don’t think that’s possible.” Seeing you like this, so beautiful, all his, is a luxury. “I never tire of seeing you.”

Feeling a rush of shyness overtake you, you muffle the small sigh of his name against his stomach. Butterflies filling your stomach, you slide further down and kneel, your knees digging into the end of the bed as you sit back on them, your ass in the air as you hover your face over his lap. He’s so big that you’re never entirely sure where to start. You could go for where he’s most sensitive or—

“You can always use your hands instead if you don't think you can fit it all in your mouth,” he instructs half-jokingly, causing you to grow flustered at your overthinking.

“This isn’t the first time, I know how—” You clamp your mouth shut when you remember the first time you tried, something you’re sure he wouldn’t let you forget. “Don’t,” you order before sliding your tongue over his tip to clean away the pre-cum.

Your tongue laps along his glans as you slowly take his head into your mouth. It’s only when you finally get to work, sliding your mouth halfway down then back up that he finally stops his teasing and lets you have your way with him.

There’s an audible sound of relaxation when you squeeze his base with your palm and purse your lips around him. There’s a certain pride that comes with knowing you’re the only one who can see him like this, with his shoulders lax, eyes closing in bliss, and jaw slightly slacked as he groans. It’s not an easy sight to imagine on someone as stern as Zayne but the look of arousal was also something that seemed like it was made for him, which only causes your legs to squirm with need when it evolves into a low grumble from his chest.

You push it a little further to turn it into a growl by relaxing your throat and allowing it to press against the back, pulling back up and slurping the sheen of saliva clean from him before lapping your tongue over the tip. When you repeat the process, his hips twitch and buck, causing you to whimper when you feel more liquid scalding down your throat.

With a quick reposition to sit up more and force you closer, he presses both hands to cup at your cheeks, lifting your head partway up as he lightly strokes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. Briefly, you look at him, heart fluttering a bit at the flush dusting the bridge of his nose and the wetness of his parted lips.

“You’re so good,” he breathes out, a chilly flow emanating from him, “so good for me.”

Blinking away the water in your eyes, you moan around him, the vibrations rolling down his heated flesh as you suck your cheeks around him as he holds your face. One hand goes to the back of your head, and you bob once again with the encouragement of his hand pressing down on your head.

“Fuck,” he hisses out when you pop him out your mouth and brush your lips down the side of his shaft. You pepper it in kitten kisses before nipping lightly. You squeeze around his tip, making it your mission to keep your thumb grinding his slit and blushing head while you cup and suck his balls.

When you feel them strain and tense, not once but twice in your mouth you have enough warning to know he’s about to cum. It’s with one last stroke of his shaft and one last quick suck around his head that he paints your mouth white, the excess seeping from your mouth and flooding over his length.

You take your time cleaning your mess, like you promised. It’s with slow, deliberate movements as you allow him to ride out his much too quickly fading high, the last throbbing spilling the last drops of his finish on your lips. You release him with a pop and a sigh.

“How messy,” he quietly remarks, causing you to tense as his thumb ghosts over your lips. “You missed a spot,” he explains and slides the finger into your mouth for you to readily close around. He wipes it clean against your tongue before sealing your mouth with a kiss. He slides his finger free from your kiss, and you can feel the lingering wetness of your saliva against your face when he holds you in place to kiss you more passionately.

His strength starts to become too much when he grips your shoulders, pushes you towards the bed, and pins you on your back.

Breaking the kiss and pushing against his arms, you puff out, “Wait, I’m supposed to be in charge today.”

“Sorry to change your plans, but I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” he explains with a growing smile that makes shivers climb up your spine from the sheer hunger in it. “Allow me to show you how much I missed you as well.”

#zayne x reader #love and deepspace x reader #zayne smut #lads x reader #lnd x reader #zayne love and deepspace #adelssmut #notsfw #sorry for the wait hon #i kept getting posting anxiety

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TAGS/WARNINGS: this fic will contain DARK CONTENT. MINORS DNI. AGELESS BLOGS DNI. reader and touya are childhood friends, kidnapping, reader does not consent to what touya’s doing, possessive/obsessive behavior, one-sided pain kink, no sex, no aftercare, hurt/no comfort, this takes place after dabi broadcasts that he’s a todoroki, touya burns reader in multiple places, touya burns your clothes off, this is seriously fucked up content, this is not intended to be sexy or hot or anything like that, it’s literally just fully DARK CONTENT GENRE: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT SUMMARY: touya intends to make you his—permanently. WORD COUNT: 1.4K 🦊’s A/N: whoa….. god help us all. this is my first seriously dark fic here and there will be plenty more to cum 💦

“now—don’t be like that, doll,” dabi scolds you as he finishes tying off the rope at your ankles. currently, you were laying face down against the mattress, limbs pulled apart spread eagle style, blindfolded and terrified.

when you were on your way home earlier tonight, you weren’t exactly expecting to be kidnapped in broad daylight. maybe it was your fault for taking that shortcut through that shadyass alley…. goddammit. now, you had no one to blame but your own dumb ass.

what you weren’t aware of, however, was the fact that touya had been stalking you for weeks now—waiting for the perfect time to snatch you up. you see, he’d always had a bit of a crush on you since you were always there for him when you were children, someone whom he actively sought solace in. so, now that you were both adults and his feelings had time to simmer and intensify, he found himself thinking about you obsessively—he thought of you as something he just had to have; something akin to a doll he had to mark as his. and that’s exactly what he’d do.

“please…. let me go!” you cry, tears dampening the cloth obstructing your vision. “i— i have — have to get home! i have people waiting for me!” you lie, wiggling around on the bed.

he had taken you to some abandoned home—the family already dead and gone weeks ago, as touya had been planning this exact scenario for months now. and he finally has you exactly where he’s dreamt you’d be: struggling beneath him as he marks you as his permanently.

“that’s a lie and we both know that, sweets,” he spits out. “‘ve been watchin’ you for a while now, y’know…” suddenly his lips are right next to your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell of it as a chill runs down your spine.

“but, i’ll tell ya what: if y’can guess who i am, i’ll let you go free. sound good?” he proposes, meaning his words—he knows you’ll come crawling back to him once he’s through with you. you wouldn’t have any other choice, really!

that being said, he activates his quirk on his hand and sets flame to the button down shirt you wore, and as a result, your bra as well, making you cry out painfully as the overwhelming heat consumes your upper body for a few long moments. …and then just like that, it’s gone and you’re left in just the stupid skirt you’d decided to wear today and your panties.

now, with his quirk active on just his index finger, he brings it down to your naked lower back where he begins to spell out his name—his real name.

he did it tortuously slowly, though. taking his sweet time to make sure you could feel the stroke of each letter so that there would be no mistaking who he was.

T…

it’s all you can do to scream and bite down on the pillow by your head. the heat was beyond blistering, and you think you might pass out as he agonizingly traces the letters of his name.

O…

“jesus christ, owow–OW—OW–! fuck!” you scream-sob, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks from the searing pain as he mockingly praises you for being so brave.

U…

suddenly, the realization of who he might be clicks amidst the pain, and it’s all you can do to cry; “t–touya!? b–but why?”

he doesn’t stop writing as he grins so widely, he pops a couple staples—the ones closest to his mouth—and continues spelling out his name before deciding to answer you.

Y… A…

perfect….. his handwriting wasn’t exactly the best, but it was undoubtedly his. just like you were.

the last you’d seen him was on the news when he dropped the metaphorical bomb that was him being the eldest todoroki sibling. and before that? the night he supposedly “died.” so, not only was finding out he’s been alive this whole time a slap in the face, but now he has the audacity to kidnap and brand you? like you’re a piece of property!?

“why?” he rasps out. “it’s pretty simple, really. …because you’re the only one who understands me—”

“n–no! t– touya, this isn’t—” isn’t what? this isn’t him? this isn’t right? the touya you were once familiar with perished long ago and so had his morals.

his hand comes down to strike against your ass with an awful, burning force, and you swear there’s an immediate handprint that forms.

your back arches instinctively, forcing your stomach firmly against the mattress, in attempt to escape his blazing touch, but touya doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s bringing the same hand down again, with just as much force and firepower as before, and you yelp loudly as you squirm against your restraints.

“pl– please–! why me?”

“i just told you—don’t tell me your memory’s that bad?” he quirks a brow up at

it’s true that you’d had a crush on the man now known as dabi back in your youth, but that crush died when touya did, forcing you to mourn both him and the feelings you harbored towards him. and now he comes back from the dead like nothing? did he even try to seek you out in all this time?

he had, actually, at multiple points; little “check ins”of sorts, if you will. observing from a distance, too scared to reach out.

“n–no! ‘s’not! i just—! ow! fuck! touya, please!”

“you what?” he snaps, spanking your other asscheek this time.

“fuck! ow–! touya, please! please!”

his hand comes down again, harder and hotter than before and you bite your tongue so hard it starts to bleed, filling your mouth with an almost sickening coppery taste. rather than swallow it, you spit it out onto the bed, as far away from your face as you can manage, and touya laughs at the pathetic sight.

“you poor thing,” he coos mockingly. “maybe i should’ve given you something to bite down on—...oh well, it’s too late now,” he laughs cruelly as another idea comes to mind. next, he thinks he’ll carve the characters of his name into your back, rather than just the romaji writing, and right between your shoulder blades at that.

“t–tou—touya, i—” you swallow thickly, unable to think of anything but the pain, or if you’d ever get to go home again after this. part of you almost wishes he would just kill you so you wouldn’t have to live with this mark of him for the remainder of your life.

“you—” he cuts you off, “are not going to like what happens next.” there’s an inflection of sorts in his voice—he sounds… like he found humor in his own words, like whatever was about to happen next would be funny.

he sets flame to his pointer finger again and brings the searing digit down against your flesh, and the smell that arises as he carefully takes his time with each stroke of the characters needed to spell his name—even going as far as to use his former surname todoroki in the spelling, just to make it that much more agonizing for you.

轟。。。

you wail and bite onto the pillow, staining it with your blood, as touya burns your flesh for his own entertainment.

燈。。。

矢。。。

there. now he could be done with you until you inevitably decided to seek him out—too embarrassed and full of shame to continue living amongst normal citizens; after all, being branded by a well-known villain and then being set free into society like it never even happened is sure to take a toll on one’s mind.

what are you gonna do? call the police? tell a pro? show them your new scars as evidence? the idea is laughable.

“there—we’re all done,” he says, leaning over your trembling form to burn the ropes binding your trembling form to the bed, quickly followed by the ones tied around your ankles. “i’m a man of my word, so you’re free to go,” he says with a deviant, slightly crooked smirk.

rather than immediately booking it, you curl up tightly into a ball as your body’s wracked with heavy, heaving sobs, processing the physical and mental pain as touya just chuckles at your pathetic self, getting up from the bed and putting his hands in his pockets.

“well, see ya around,” he says, walking off as if he didn’t have a care in the world, leaving you to cope with your situation and what happens next.

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mastermind - part one

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MONACO 2024

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aurorabutton a little pre-monaco grand prix dump featuring father dearest being a menace and saturn being the best boy ever

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fernandoalo_oficial your father has never looked better than he does in that picture

aurorabutton that's what i said but he complained about the horrible photo for an hour fernandoalo_oficial que dramático 😂

user1 aurora what driver are you rooting for this weekend?

aurorabutton the hometown hero of course! logansargeant so fuck me i guess? aurorabutton tell james to stop being a pussy and give you the same upgrades as alex and then we can talk about me rooting for you logansargeant williams admin, she's joking i swear aurorabutton no, i'm not williamsracing 🤨🤨

jensonbutton have kids they said, it'll be great they said, turns out they lied.

aurorabutton i'm a delight to be around father!

user2 saturn, leo, and roscoe meet up when?

user3 the three most spoiled pooches in the world becoming besties would be iconic.

user4 aurora, what do you think about lewis moving to ferrari?

aurorabutton it's about time someone got rid of that fraud at ferrari user5 close enough, welcome back untrained pr charles leclerc aurorabutton that may be the greatest compliment i've ever received

maxverstappen1 do my nights of babysitting you mean nothing? you can't even cheer for me?

aurorabutton YOU WON ALMOST EVERY RACE LAST YEAR EXCEPT FOR 2? STOP WHINING? mickschumacher yeah max, stop whining maxverstappen1 i hate both of you user6 love that she's choosing to ignore singapore. aurorabutton singapore never happened last year?? what are you talking about?? i don't remember that race happening??

user7 poor max catching strays from aurora and mick

aurorabutton poor max cries to marley and me maxverstappen1 shut the fuck up? jensonbutton don't speak to my child that way verstappen maxverstappen1 SHE JUST SENT ME A TEXT CALLING ME AN UGLY RAT? aurorabutton snitch.

natalia_leclerc so this is my fellow 55 hater?

aurorabutton oh my god. it's me! i'm a carlos sainz hater! natalia_leclerc jenson, i'm stealing your child. she's mine now oscarpiastri wow, in a hurry to replace me already? you just got me? jensonbutton please, take her. aurorabutton wow dad. just say you hate me or something

aurora button so who's the kid hanging out with charles leclerc?

mick schumacher kid? what kid?

aurora button the one that looks like a lost puppy?? wearing a bright red shirt?

max verstappen that's literally just ollie?? why??

aurora button why is he wearing bright red shirt?? he does know this is the red bull garage right?? not the ferrari garage?? max verstappen he drives for prema in f2?? why do you care?? aurora button i was just confused?? i was going to accuse him of espionage for sainz

mick schumacher wait a damn minute

mick schumacher YOU KNOW WHAT PREMA SHIRTS LOOK LIKE! YOU USED TO WATCH ME RACE!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT??

aurora button i did?? i don't remember that??

max verstappen now hold on just a fucking minute... aurora middle name button...

aurora button what?? mick schumacher i may be an idiot but i'm an idiot with a girlfriend max verstappen i also have a girlfriend but i'm confused if we're thinking the same thing aurora button you have a mom not a girlfriend. max verstappen STOP CALLING HER THAT! aurora button the entire internet thinks so too...

mick schumacher don't change the subject!!

mick schumacher i know what you are aurora button

aurora button what?

max verstappen enough of this cryptid shit. you like oliver.

aurora button what the fuck? who the fuck is oliver?

mick schumacher deflection.. interesting..

max verstappen OLLIE!! YOU LIKE OLLIE!!

aurora button wow all that from a text asking who the fuck that was?? he could be pulling a spygate??

mick schumacher you're an idiot.

aurora button fuck you guys. i'm never talking to you two again.

max verstappen okay sure. we'll see how long that lasts. i give you two hours.

mick schumacher i give her one

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someone clearly ruined his childhood if he's doing this shit as a grown man oh great, it's the american weirdo might be surrounded by weirdos (logan and max) but at least my shoes look cute

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lewishamilton be honest, did you force him to do that? aurorabutton i'm flabbergasted you would think that lowly of me lewis lewishamilton i know you aurora. you used to put fish in my drivers room when you were a kid aurorabutton okay fine, i did do that to you, but no i didn't force him to do that. he did that all on his own actually. i don't why. must have something to do with the childhood trauma he has or something.

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alex_albon why is logan like that? aurorabutton i don't know. my theory is that he was dropped on his head as a child alex_albon hmm, that could be it. aurorabutton by the way, is lily available to grab lunch? alex_albon i knew you were going to steal my girlfriend this weekend at least once. aurorabutton oh albono, it'll be more than once

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natalia_leclerc cute shoes, where'd you get them? aurorabutton excuse me while i go scream... natalia_leclerc i'm sorry?? aurorabutton i literally love you. you're my favorite wag. natalia_leclerc thank you. love you too? aurorabutton holy shit, i can die peacefully.

SPAIN 2024

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aurorabutton españa, i came, i saw, i yelled at (1) annoying spanish man. oh and i met this weird guy in red bull gear who said he drove cars in circles?

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user7 acting as if she didn’t break f1 twitter with her revelation

user8 serving cunt must be a button trait

user9 alternate caption could be: españa, i came, i saw, i exposed (1) annoying spanish man for being in love with his ex-teammates wife and how hard he tried to break them up so she could run to him. oh and here's max verstappen i guess ❤︎ by pierregasly, aurorabutton, alex_albon and others

user9 oh these guys are so messy and i am here for it

maxverstappen1 fuck you too i guess. that's the last time i ever let you crash in my room because all the hotels were booked up and your lazy ass couldn't decide if she wanted to go to the spanish gp or not

user10 damn max no need to expose aurora like that aurorabutton we both know that's a lie maxie taxie user11 did you guys share a bed or something? maxverstappen1 i slept on the couch, i'm not weird like that aurorabutton i've known this nerd since i was kid, kelly can keep him... user11 i can't tell if this is a diss towards kelly or not

jensonbutton i see we're excluding the text message where you told me, 'that ugly spaniard is going to catch these fists.'

fernandoalo_oficial that better not have been about me? aurorabutton i can't believe you would think this way about me fernando? you are the handsome spaniard my father is in love with. jensonbutton as the children say, why am i catching strays? aurorabutton YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ADMITTED ON THE INTERNET THAT YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH HIM?? I'M JUST REPEATING WHAT YOU SAID??

user12 she lives for reminding us that she hates carlos sainz

user13 has she ever said why she hates carlos? other than the shady as fuck shit he and his family do? aurorabutton he used to be apart of our nepo-babies group chat, but after we (max, mick, and i) realized he always blamed other people for the shit he did we (i) kicked him out and we haven't spoken since. cut to a year later and all this shit with charles is happening at ferrari. user13 oh. that explains it

oscarpiastri not pictured is her jumping on logan's back and clinging like a koala

aurorabutton good times. 10/10 experience logansargeant it may not be pictured here but boy is it doing rounds on twitter and tiktok

olliebearman the weird guy in red bull gear kicked me out of his drivers room for 'stinking up the place' whatever that means

maxverstappen1 YOU WERE EATING A RAW ONION IN MY ROOM?! olliebearman listen there was 50 pounds on the line. mama didn't raise a bitch verstappen. maxverstappen1 what kind of idiot would bet you 50 pounds for that? paularon_ jeez, i wonder who would do that... maxverstappen1 you're both idiots

AHEAD OF SILVERSTONE 2024

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aurorabutton the world's biggest carlos sainz haters finally met and in the words of kendrick himself, "it's always been about love and hate. now let me say i'm the biggest hater. " i bet that jobless guy just shit himself seeing this on instagram

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jensonbutton is this what the kids call messy?

aurorabutton yes father, this is me being messy jensonbutton i've never been prouder to call you my daughter aurorabutton so fuck my academic achievements i guess jensonbutton you know what i mean

user14 tagging him is a new level of messy

user15 no one knows messy like aurora button. she grew up during peak brocedes civil war, she knows messy the best

user16 SEB LIKED THIS??

user17 of course he did, he's team charles all the way

natalia_leclerc i don't think i've ever had a gossip session quite like ours and i know pierre and esteban

pierregasly we are not that messy estebanocon we ARE that messy

user18 oh that's mother and daughter. i'm sorry jenson, she's no longer your daughter, that's a leclerc now.

user19 jenson button losing his daughter to the leclercs was not on my bingo card but honestly seems about right.

carlossainz55 very mature

aurorabutton oh now you wanna talk maturity? weren't you the one telling the media i was a nepo-baby when EVERYONE knows that move you pulled on charles in spain was stupid? logansargeant maturity is not trying to make a move on your teammate's girlfriend oscarpiastri maturity is knowing to take no for an answer patriciooward maturity is not crying to the media when your teammate races better than you olliebearman maturity is not trying to break up your former teammate and his girlfriend all because you can't take no for an answer. good thing robert doesn't have a girlfriend for you to try to manipulate or steal charles_leclerc can you just shut the fuck up for once in your life? natalia_leclerc what can we say, we really are the biggest haters. go tell that to the spanish media arthur_leclerc this is new levels of embarrassing carlos. bensantos_ruiz go cry to your dad about that user20 the leclerc-ruiz family gagged him

ollie bearman-leclerc betrayal doesn't even begin to cover what i feel

ollie bearman-leclerc mother hates me

ollie bearman-leclerc i've been disowned in the cruelest way

oscar piastri-leclerc what is this guy yapping about now??

logan sargeant-leclerc oh my god he's so dramatic

pato o'ward-leclerc it's okay, we know he gets it from dad

charles leclerc what's wrong ollie?? and fuck you pato

natalia leclerc ollie, what happened? charles, don't speak to our son that way

ollie bearman-leclerc YOU HAPPENED!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!

natalia leclerc me? what did i do??

ollie bearman-leclerc you know what you did pato o'ward-leclerc ollie, i don't think she does that's why she's asking. ollie bearman-leclerc oh

natalia leclerc por dios, igualito a su papa

logan sargeant-leclerc update, i figured out why ollie is salty

natalia leclerc wait, IS THIS ABOUT AURORA?!

oscar piastri-leclerc oh my god. all of this over a girl?

ollie bearman-leclerc SHE'S NOT A GIRL! SHE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! logan sargeant-leclerc you tell jenson that yet?

ollie bearman-leclerc i don't understand why i couldn't be invited to hang out with you two? i feel excluded

charles leclerc to be fair, they didn't invite me either? aurora said it was a 'girl's only day lechair' which is quite rude but okay

ollie bearman-leclerc YOU TALKED TO HER? DIG THE KNIFE IN DEEPER WHY DON'T YOU?

charles leclerc you are so dramatic oliver

ollie bearman-leclerc YOU LEFT YOUR DREAM TEAM BECAUSE YOUR ASS WAS GOING THROUGH A MIDLIFE CRISIS!

charles leclerc MIDLIFE CRISIS?? HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM??

pato o'ward-leclerc at least 69. i have to say, you aged beautifully. logan sargeant-leclerc thought you were at least 38 oscar piastri-leclerc 50??

charles leclerc fuck everyone here but my wife

ollie bearman-leclerc i mean, you have done that, that's why she's pregnant. natalia leclerc OLIVER! logan sargeant-leclerc let him speak 🗣️ oscar piastri-leclerc you're booing him but he's right??

charles leclerc you're all grounded.

pato o'ward-leclerc I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING?? charles leclerc i know your ass laughed patricio pato o'ward-leclerc this is why i am so glad i'm an indycar driver

aurora button max emilian verstappen. who the fuck is the room next to you??

max verstappen charles is? i think? please tell me he's not having sex with natalia again. i've suffered though that enough

aurora button no, but there's screaming?? and i think they're watching bluey? i heard the themesong

mick schumacher you think or you know?

aurora button i don't appreciate the sass schumacher

max verstappen just asked charles, nat and the children are in their hotel room. they are in fact watching bluey

aurora button great, i'm going over. i want to watch bluey and i'm alone.

mick schumacher why are you rooming with max? you could've gotten your own room?

aurora button i tried, but they were all booked up. max's room has two beds, so i'm crashing with him.

mick schumacher oh, so are you going over because you're lonely or because you like ollie?

aurora button i don't like him. he is cute but i don't like him.

max verstappen is this- this is the first time aurora sophia button is admitting she finds someone cute?

mick schumacher your middle name is sophia? aurora button no...

max verstappen you don't know her middle name?

mick schumacher i'm sure i do know it but i always forget it? half the time i think your full name is maximilian and not max emilian aurora button we can only blame jos verstappen for that name max verstappen my mum named me.

aurora button everything is always jos' fault. sophie is an angel.

mick schumacher preach sister

max verstappen both of you can go die

aurora button aww, i'm telling my dad

max verstappen die.

mick schumacher are you two sure you aren't siblings?

aurora button bitch please, i'm way prettier than sid verstappen over there.

max verstappen shut the fuck up barney

mick schumacher i think she's more of a blues clues

aurora button i'm definitely a power ranger you fake bitches

max verstappen no, you're the one little alien in that movie with the boy. the one with the long fingers.

aurora button I AM NOT FUCKING ET YOU BITCH!

mick schumacher oh my god. one day of peace is all i ask for.

ollie bearman-leclerc WHY IS SHE HERE? WHO INVITED HER??

natalia leclerc max is in a meeting and she was alone oliver. be nice.

oscar piastri-leclerc HE'S ACTUALLY STUTTERING?? SOMEONE RECORD THIS SHIT!!

charles leclerc RECORD HIM! I WANT TO SEE THIS!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M MISSING THIS!!

pato o'ward-leclerc RECORD HIM! SEND THE GOODS OVER PIASTRI-LECLERC!

logan sargeant-leclerc HE'S BLUSHING! HE'S REDDER THAN A TOMATO!

natalia leclerc i think it's adorable.

natalia leclerc and he just ran out of the room.

ollie bearman-leclerc all of you are fake, except for mom.

charles leclerc the fuck did i do?

ollie bearman-leclerc YOU ASKED FOR VIDEO PROOF?!

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ollie bearman-leclerc IS THAT AN AUDIO OF YOU LAUGHING AT ME??

logan sargeant-leclerc actual tears in my eyes right now. this shit is hilarious

natalia leclerc currently questioning what the fuck is wrong with you boys??

ollie bearman-leclerc they're fucking bullying me. oscar piastri-leclerc it's the least you deserve as the youngest. ollie bearman-leclerc i'm not the youngest, leo is logan sargeant-leclerc we're not going to bully a dog ollie, we're not that cruel

aurora button i'm like 90% sure he hates me?? i never did anything to him and he hates me??

mick schumacher and what gave you that idea baby button??

aurora button he ran out of the room when i got here?

max verstappen charles has been laughing at his phone for 5 minutes. and i'm pretty sure he just played an audio of someone laughing like a maniac.

mick schumacher do you think the leclerc family has a groupchat?

max verstappen i know they do. natalia added us to it and i'm like 95% sure she made a new one after. aurora button AND YOU DIDN'T ADD ME TO IT?! max verstappen you're not even close to being a leclerc mick schumacher yeah aurora, he's charles' mistress

max verstappen maybe if you dated ollie i could add you to the group chat

aurora button oh my god i don't like him!

mick schumacher then why do you care what he thinks?

aurora button i have this thing where i need to be universally liked by everyone

max verstappen what about carlos??

aurora button carlos can go stub his pinky toe on every possible surface he can. aurora button i hope both sides of his pillow are always warm.

mick schumacher why do you have such an intense hatred for carlos?

aurora button the question is why don't you??

max verstappen he called her dad a mid-driver one time in a conversation. he tried to play it off as a joke but aurora's hated him ever since.

aurora button that shit wasn't a joke and at least my dad is a world champion. you don't see me joking about how jos verstappen was a shit driver and max is better now do you?

max verstappen you do that constantly. you tell me that all the time

mick schumacher in her defense, your dad was a shit driver compared to you. like me with my dad aurora button you were stuck with fucking haas, nikita, and gunther. how the fuck were you expected to improve?? max verstappen you were shit because you were with haas. if the car was the way it was this year i'm sure you would do great

mick schumacher you guys are great when you aren't yelling at each other

max verstappen i've become reluctant to the fact that she's never going away.

aurora button he secretly likes me

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nelo0wesker · 5 months ago

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Who is she? Part 3

Part 1, part 2

Armando x reader

@violetmuses @nobodygetsza @onlyrealjoy @yeahnohoneybye

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Y/N smiles watching kids play at the cookout. She was watching Mike and Marcus argue with each other about being on the grill. She turns her head seeing team AMMO talking with her now fiancé Armando Aretas. Reggie was also in their conversation talking about who knows what. She wasn’t close enough to hear but she could guess what they were talking about.

She turns her head seeing Theresa, Megan, and Christine setting the table and talking to each other. Y/N eyes move past them to look in the distance and her heart drops seeing a figure getting out of the car. She recognized the man. The man just happened to be her father's best friend. She watches the man pull out a baggy and put it in the trash looking her dead in the eyes. The man after putting the baggy in the trash goes back into the car and gets in driving away.

Y/N's breathing picks up watching the car drive away but her focus is on the trash can. She gulps trying to regulate her breathing but nothing is working. Her hands grip onto the wooden table she sits at. She could hear her heart pounding as she kept looking at that trash can. Her ears are ringing. She felt herself becoming dizzy and nauseous.

Armando chuckles hearing Dorn talk about his latest case he and Kelly did together when he turns to you and stops smiling seeing you. He immediately goes to you, seeing you struggling. “Y/N,” he says getting to you. “Cariño, qué pasa?” He questions and then pauses seeing you having a panic attack. “Breath in and breathe out,” Armando tells her watching as her eyes start to focus on the surroundings.

“Dime lo que ves?” He tells her watching as her breathing calms down as she looks around. “Hierba, mesas, Mike, Marcus,… Tú” she says, calming down and leans into him. He kisses her forehead wondering what the fuck happened when he wasn’t paying attention to you. He looks at your face and pauses seeing you're not looking at him but at the trash can at the edge of the park.

“I’ll be right back mami,” he tells her and goes to his father and uncle. “Y/N just had a panic attack… I don’t know why she had it but something or someone triggered it.” Armando tells them side eyeing you to make sure you don’t go into a panic attack again but all he sees is you looking at that trash can. Mike turns to look at his soon-to-be daughter-in-law. He looks over to where your gaze is. His eyes furrow seeing the trash can. “Distract her Armando I’ll go see what’s in that trash can,” he told his son walking towards it.

Armando goes back to you to distract you from what Mike is doing or to look away from the trash can. He grabs water and gives it to you so you can drink it. He kisses your forehead watching his father pull out a bag. He looks at the bag closely and his eyes widen seeing a symbol on the bag. When Y/N tried to look in the direction of the trash can, Armando immediately took her attention away from where she was about to look.

Mike, seeing Armando look quickly, hid the bag so Y/N didn’t see him holding it. Mike went behind Armando grabbing his son's leather jacket that he set on the table and hid the bag under it making sure Y/N didn’t see. “Y/N go help Theresa, Megan, and Christine,” Armando tells her kissing her forehead as she gets up and leaves the father-and-son duo.

“What’s that symbol on that bag? And why does it have Y/N freaked out?” Mike questions his son. Armando looks at his father and then moves his leather jacket up to reveal just the symbol after making sure you couldn’t see it. “It’s the mafia symbol,” he tells him, and Mike curses. “Thought the mafia didn’t want anything to do with her anymore,” Mike tells him. “True… but it’s cause they thought she was dead this whole time. When Ivan shot her while we were in that burning warehouse. It was made to believe I left her there and she died in the fire. The mafia must have figured out she was alive when she got kidnapped” Armando tells him.

Mike looks at his son and then his soon-to-be daughter-in-law. “They could have known she was alive. Maybe just waiting for the right moment. Could have known when you were arrested.” Mike told him. “Impossible I made sure Y/N wasn’t retractable. She wasn’t even part of the plan. Didn’t even meet my mother yet…” he whispers. “The only person that could of known Y/N was alive is Ivan”

Mike pauses hearing that. “Ivan?! Isn’t Ivan the same one that shot her?”. Armando nods his head “Ivan was ordered to kill her but he didn’t. Ivan has a better aim than that. If he wanted her dead Y/N would be dead. Most likely her other siblings want her dead but we don’t talk about them. It’s the fact that her father wanted her dead. Who knows how many he killed that were his kids? Y/N hasn’t told me how some of her siblings died but I believe it was by that man. It isn’t a coincidence that a girl accidentally put herself on fire. Especially in the mafia…” Armando revealed to his father.

“What do you mean put herself on fire?” Mike questioned. “That’s what I mean.. Carmen put herself on fire. Y/N sister. Well, that’s how everyone heard but people know that isn’t true. of that bastard kids are dead. Y/N was next… thank god I was able to save her in time” he whispers and looks at the bag.

Armando goes and opens the bag. He stops just seeing a phone. He grabs it and turns it over to look at the screen. The wallpaper of the phone was two little kids and a teen. One of the kids looked like a younger version of Y/N. The other kid looked like Ivan. Mike looks at the screen as well wondering who the teen was. “Who’s the teen?” Mike questions. Armando shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I think one of Y/N siblings” he tells his father and Mike nods his head.

Armando goes to open it but it needs a password. “Fuck” he curses and looks over in your direction seeing you distracted by Christine, Theresa, and Megan. He turns his head to hear footsteps coming towards them and sees Dorn, Kelly, and Rita. Reggie had gone to go to his wife and help out. “What y'all got there?” Dorn questions seeing the bag and a phone. Rita raises her eyebrow as Mike looks behind him, seeing you laughing at what Christine said. He turns back to the group and whispers “Mafia”. Kelly’s eyes widened hearing what he said and looked at the contents. “How do you know?” Rita asks him.

“The symbol is a dead giveaway of the Spanish mob,” Armando tells her. “The wallpaper of this phone relates to Y/N. Has a picture of her younger ". Rita looks at the phone screen and sees the similarities of the young girl to Y/N. She looked at the other boy and the teen. “Who’s the other two?” She questions. “The teen I’m not sure but the child is definitely Ivan. He’s the only one in her family that’s close to age and looks alike.”

Dorn looks at the screen. “Can you open it?” He questions. “No, it's locked. Need a password and Y/N most likely knows it” the Latino male says, closing the phone and putting it in his pocket. “I can unlock it,” Dorn tells him and Armando nods his head at him. “We'll do it later. Something is on this phone”

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It is now night. Y/N stayed over at Mike and Christine's house while Mike and Armando went over to Dorn and Kelly’s place. In the company of Marcus. The three walk into the place as Armando hands Dorn the phone. Dorn takes the phone and hooks it up to his computer and starts typing to figure out the password.

It didn’t take long but he got the password but it ended up triggering a video to pop up. Multiple of them. “Hey guys… you might wanna look at this” he tells everyone.

Armando, Mike, Marcus, Kelly, and Rita looked at the screen as the video played revealing a little girl and a boy. Younger versions of Y/N and Ivan. The video was outdated because of how old it was but it was fine. They could still make out what was happening in the video.

Armando's eyes widen seeing how your father was revealed to have shot the teenager later known as Gael in the head for arguing with his father. Another video pops up of a teenage version of Carmen. Gasoline was poured on her while she screamed at her father in Spanish.

“¡Papá, papá, por favor, perdóname! ¡Por favor, no lo hagas!-“ she screams as her father lights a match and burns her ablaze. The background of the room revealed a young you watching with little to no emotion. Ivan also has the same look. You two have the most emotionless stare.

“This guy is an asshole,” Marcus says, getting pissed off. “That’s her father,” Armando tells them. “That’s her daddy?!” Marcus says shocked. “If I ever see him I’m beating his ass,” Marcus tells him watching the video and hearing the screams of Carmen still going off. “Joining you on that,” Mike says watching your father turn to you. Couldn’t make out what he was saying but it had you scared so it was clearly a threat.

More videos were played. The training, the abuse, the manipulation. It showed it all. “Father of the year,” Dorn says sarcastically. Watching the videos play and then come to a stop. “These videos can be used against him,” Rita tells them. “Even if we used these videos. Spain wouldn’t be arresting him… he practically owns Spain” Armando tells them. “His influence is everywhere in Spain. He’ll get out immediately”. “Great,” Mike says. “No matter what he does or says in Spain. He’s a hero to the people… like Benito in Mexico” Armando whispers.

Mike sighs hearing that. “Asshole” and looks at the phone. “Why leave the phone for Y/N?” Mike questions. He thinks for a minute until Armando speaks. “Her father wants her to talk to him”. Dorn looks at them and then looks at the call list. “There’s no number,” he tells them. “Doesn’t matter. She knows his number so he expects to talk to her,” Armando tells them. His head turns around hearing a noise and stops seeing you.

“Y/N nena, ¿por qué estás aquí?” He asks her confused getting up and goes to her as Dorn quickly removes the videos so you don’t see them. Y/N watches her fiance come up to her. She gives a small smile. “I know what y'all been doing,” she tells them. Mike and Marcus wince upon hearing that and look away. Armando winces he knew he shouldn’t have hid what he was doing from you.

Y/N sighs going up to the computer as Armando follows her. She grabs the phone and immediately unlocks it knowing the code. She pauses seeing the background of her, Ivan, and Gael. “This is Gael,” she says referring to the teen. “He was the first to be killed. Me and my father never had a good relationship” she whispers and goes to call him. She puts in her father's number which she knows by heart.

She hears the phone ring and then the call starts. “Papa…” she says as there’s a silence. “Hija..” her father says over the phone. “¿Por qué?” She questions him. Her father took a minute to answer. “Eras indómito, rebelde, frío. No podía controlarte a ti ni a Iván. Así que elegí deshacerme de uno. Se suponía que México iba a ser tu último viaje... pero ese chico te salvó. Se suponía que ibas a morir.” He tells her and Armando's eyes harden hearing your father's words. “Te entrené para ser un asesino. Para no desobedecerme, pero lo hiciste.”

Y/N looks at the phone. “No, me has entrenado. Dejaste que las demás hicieran eso. Lo hice todo por ti. ¡¿Hice lo que me dijeron y luego tratas de que me maten?! Era leal. ¡Hice las incursiones, los asesinatos, el trato, maté a todos los que estaban en esa lista de éxitos!” She says angrily. “No mataste a todos por mí. Ese prometido tuyo que quería muerto. Quería a Armando Aretas muerto”

Mike took the phone. “You ain’t killing my son! I am glad that she is no longer in your control. I can’t say anything else about your other children but I feel bad for them being raised by a monster like you.” A laugh comes from the phone. “Mike Lowrey. You think you can save your son and my daughter from me?!” He says in his Spanish accent. “I can ruin Y/N's life by sending what she’s done to your government”. Mike looks at the phone hard. “You’ll really try and ruin your daughter's life. Your crimes are worse than hers!” Mike tells him pissed. He’ll make sure that your father won’t touch you or Armando.

“I will do it. I can have every gang come and try to kill her. Putting a bounty on her head isn’t hard Detective. A lot of people want her dead. The Italians, Russians, etc. she done them wrong. May be from my orders but she still assassinates members of our rivals. Once they figure out the mafia wants her dead and put a bounty over her head. It’s over” he reveals to Mike. Mike's hand tightens over the phone. “You wouldn’t dare,” Mike tells him. “I already have” The call ended making Mike curse.

“Uh, guys!” Dorn says typing on his computer. A bounty of you shows. The bounty has a time limit. Worth 20 million right now but once that timer is gone the bounty would go up to 40 million. “DAMN!” Marcus says, looking at the screen and seeing the bounty. “I thought the bounty of us was crazy! But no, your daddy wants you dead Y/N.” Marcus says now looking at her.

Armando's fists tighten seeing the bounty that was placed on your head. His soon-to-be wife now life is in danger again. Y/N looks at the bounty with little to no emotion. “I need to get out of Miami,” she says about to leave but Mike gets in front of her. “No no, you're not leaving. We’ll get this sorted” he tells her and she just looks at him like he is crazy. “I need to leave before anyone gets killed! It’ll be a war zone if I stay.” Y/N tried to move to the side to leave but Armando grabbed her wrist. “I am not leaving you to fend for yourself. We are doing this together” he tells her and hugs her tightly.

She allows the hug closely her eyes breathing in Armando’s scent. Her eyes water as her hug tightens. She didn’t want to put anyone in danger. “Thank you” she whispers.

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Translation

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Tell me what you see”

“Grass, table, Mike, Marcus,…You.”

“Father father please forgive me! Please don’t!-“

“Y/N baby why are you here?”

“Father”

“Daughter”

“Why”

“You were untamed, Rebellious, cold. I couldn't control you or Ivan. So l chose to get rid of one.Mexico was supposed to be your last trip... but that boy saved you. You were supposed to die.”

“I trained you to be a killer. To not disobey me but you did.”

“You didn't train me. You left the others to do that. I did everything for you. I did what I was told and then you try and get me killed?! I was loyal. I did the raids, the kills, the dealing, killed everyone on that hit list!”

“You didn't kill everyone for me. That fiancé of yours I wanted dead. I wanted Armando Aretas dead”

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