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Pool Sex | LN4

❤️‍🔥 summary ━━━━━━━ Pool sex with Lando after he comes home from a triple header.

❤️‍🔥 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

❤️‍🔥 word count ━━━━━━━ 3.3k

❤️‍🔥 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, rough sex?, aftercare,

Based on this request.

The sun was sinking low over Monaco as Lando pulled into the driveway of their villa. Three weeks of back-to-back races had left him drained, the kind of tiredness that settled deep in his bones—but knowing Y/N would be home by now made his heart beat a little faster. He was worn out, sure, but more than anything, he just wanted to see her.

He'd bought this place for them—for her, really. When she'd finally agreed to move in with him after months of his gentle persistence, he'd wanted somewhere that felt like theirs, not just another bachelor pad. Somewhere she could make a home.

The house was quiet when he stepped inside, his racing bag dropping forgotten by the door. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he spotted her in the pool, hair drifting through the turquoise water. She moved in slow, graceful strokes, completely unaware of his presence.

For a moment, Lando just watched. Even after over 2 years together, she still took his breath away. 

"You're staring again," came her voice from the pool, though she hadn't turned around.

“Can’t help it,” Lando called back, already pulling off his McLaren polo and tossing it aside. He kicked off his sneakers, peeled off his socks, then unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, eyes fixed on her as he stepped closer to the edge of the pool.

She finally turned, treading water near the pool's edge. The sight of her face, those expressive eyes that held so much emotion she tried to keep hidden, made his chest tighten with affection.

"You're supposed to be exhausted from traveling," she said, but there was warmth in her voice.

"I am," he said, diving in smoothly. The cool water was a relief after the long flight. When he surfaced near her, droplets catching the last rays of sunlight, he saw her watching him with undisguised longing, her eyes soft with emotion.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, immediately swimming closer to him, drawn like a magnet.

"Better now that I'm home." He reached for her, and she came willingly into his arms. "Missed you."

"I missed you too," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. "So much it hurt. I hate when you're gone that long."

The raw honesty in her admission made his heart clench. She pressed closer to him in the water, her hands finding his chest, tracing the familiar lines of his muscles as if reassuring herself he was really there.

"Three weeks felt like forever," she continued, her forehead resting against his. "I kept watching your races, counting down the days until you'd come home."

Lando's arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him as they treaded water together. The vulnerability in her voice, the way she wasn't hiding her feelings, made something fierce and protective surge through him.

"I'm here now," he murmured, his hands finding the curve of her hips beneath the water. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Show me," she whispered, her fingers threading through his wet curls. "Show me you missed me."

The request hung between them, loaded with all the pent-up desire and emotion from their separation. Lando's eyes darkened as he searched her face, seeing the want there, the need for reassurance through touch and closeness.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, even as his hands moved to span her waist, feeling the familiar curves he'd dreamed about every night they were apart.

Instead of answering with words, Y/N closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a kiss that was desperate and hungry. Her legs wrapped around his waist in the water, pressing herself against him.

The kiss deepened as Lando's hands roamed her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve he'd missed. Her skin was warm from the sun and silky from the water, and when she gasped against his mouth, the sound sent heat straight through him.

"I thought about you every night," he confessed against her neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot that made her arch against him. "Thought about coming home to you, holding you like this."

Y/N's breath hitched as his hands explored the swell of her breasts, her body responding instantly to his touch after weeks of separation. The water made every sensation more intense, more electric.

"I dreamed about you," she admitted breathlessly, her nails raking lightly down his back. "Woke up wanting you so badly it hurt."

Her confession broke the last of his restraint. With practiced ease, he lifted her higher in the water, pressing her back against the smooth pool edge as his mouth claimed hers again. The position brought them intimately close, and she could feel exactly how much he'd missed her.

"I need you," she whispered, her eyes filled with desire as they met his. "I need to feel close to you again."

The raw need in her voice, the way she looked at him like he was everything she wanted, made his heart race. This was his Y/N—passionate and honest about what she needed from him.

"I've got you," he promised, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "I've always got you."

The water rippled around them as Lando’s hands slid down Y/N’s back, his fingers digging into the soft curve of her ass. She gasped, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. His cock pressed against her through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms and his boxers, and she moaned, low and needy, into his mouth.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Lando growled, his voice rough with desire. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her head spin. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tightly as he ground himself against her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.

Y/N’s hands tangled in his wet curls, pulling him closer, deeper. She could feel the heat of him even through the water, the way his body seemed to burn against hers. “I need you,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with want. “Please, Lando.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a swift motion, he reached down and tugged her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing her slick cunt. She shivered, but not from the cold—her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with anticipation.

Lando’s fingers found her clit immediately, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp and arch against him. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Thinking about me?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his hand. “Every fucking night. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”

He groaned at her words, his own need growing unbearable. One hand slipped between their bodies as he reached into his boxers, pulling his cock free. The tip was already slick, flushed, aching for her. He shifted slightly, lining himself up at her entrance, and then he was pushing inside—inch by torturous inch.

Y/N’s head fell back, a cry escaping her lips as he stretched her, filled her completely. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of him sinking deep inside her.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Lando breathed, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. The water around them sloshed with each thrust, the sound mingling with their moans and gasps. He set a slow, steady pace at first, savoring the way her tight cunt gripped him, every inch of her warmth enveloping him like a vice. His eyes locked onto hers, unrelenting, as he watched her face twist with pleasure, her lips parting in soft, desperate cries.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice low and rough with need. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust, driving himself deeper into her. The water made every movement feel weightless yet intense, the coolness of it contrasting with the heat building between them. Y/N’s nails raked down his back, leaving faint marks that only spurred him on, her legs tightening around his waist as she tried to pull him even closer.

“Lando,” she gasped, her voice trembling as she arched against him. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.” Her words were a plea, a demand, and he obeyed without hesitation, his pace quickening as he felt her body respond to him. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed, mingling with the splashing water and their ragged breaths. He could feel her clenching around him, her cunt gripping him tighter with every thrust, and it drove him wild.

“You’re mine,” he muttered against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he fucked her harder, deeper. “All mine.” His hands moved to her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle, and she cried out as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and he knew she was close—so close. But he didn’t want it to end so soon.

Lando’s hands tightened on her hips as he pressed her back against the cool tile wall of the pool, the water lapping around them. He slowed his thrusts, dragging himself out of her almost completely before pushing back in with agonizing slowness. Y/N whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer, to make him move faster. But he wouldn’t give in, his pace deliberate and maddening, making her feel every inch of him as he filled her again and again.

“Lando,” she gasped, her voice trembling with frustration and need. “Please—faster. I need more.”

He smirked, his lips brushing against her neck as he kissed a trail down to her collarbone. “Patience,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “I’m not done with you yet.” His hands moved to the straps of her bikini top, tugging them down until the fabric fell away, leaving her breasts exposed. He didn’t waste a second, his mouth capturing one nipple while his fingers teased the other, his tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles.

Y/N arched against him, her breath hitching as pleasure shot through her. “You’re such a tease,” she moaned, her hips rocking against his in a desperate attempt to get him to move faster. But Lando only chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as he continued to fuck her with that same slow, deep rhythm.

“I know you’re close,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “But I’m not ready to let you come yet.” His hands slid down to her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle, and she cried out as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. “You’re going to take it just like this,” he growled, his thrusts still slow but deeper now, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Y/N’s head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to hold on, but it was impossible. Every touch, every thrust, every word from his lips was driving her closer to the edge, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Lando’s hands tightened around her waist, his grip possessive as he began to move. The water sloshed around his knees as he carried her toward the shallow end of the pool, her legs still wrapped around him. When they reached the edge, he gently lowered her onto the cool tiles, her back pressing against the smooth surface. Her legs fell open, inviting him in, and he stepped between them, the water barely lapping at his thighs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, his eyes raking over her body as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one hand gripping her hip and the other bracing himself on the edge of the pool, he pushed into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Y/N gasped, her head falling back as her hands scrambled for grip on the wet tiles.

Lando didn’t waste a second, setting a relentless pace that had her tits bouncing with each thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed, mingling with her breathy moans and his low growls. He leaned over her, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss as he drove into her again and again, the water splashing around them with every movement.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned against her mouth, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. Y/N’s nails dug into his shoulders as she kept her legs spread wide for him, offering herself completely. The angle was perfect—each deep, relentless thrust hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and Lando knew she was close.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come on my cock.” His words sent her over the edge. Y/N’s body trembled as her orgasm crashed over her, her cunt clenching tightly around Lando’s cock in rhythmic pulses. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his forearms as she rode the wave of pleasure. Lando groaned, his thrusts faltering as he felt her walls grip him impossibly tight. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

But he wasn’t done yet. With a low growl, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her slickness. Y/N whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her hips arching toward him instinctively. Lando’s hand wrapped around his length, stroking himself firmly as he positioned himself over her. His eyes locked onto hers, possessive, as he began to pump his cock, his release building quickly.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. Y/N obeyed, her breath hitching as she watched him. A moment later, he came with a guttural groan, his cum spurting onto her pussy in hot, thick ropes. She gasped as the warmth spread over her sensitive flesh, her clit throbbing under the sensation. Lando didn’t stop until he was spent, his cum coating her completely, marking her as his.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a searing kiss. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness. Y/N shivered, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. She reached up to pull him closer, her lips capturing his in a desperate kiss as she whispered back, “Always.”

Lando rested his forehead against hers, both of them still breathing hard, chests rising and falling in sync. The water lapped gently around his knees now, the only sound breaking the quiet between them. His gaze drifted down, and when he saw his cum spread across her pussy, glistening on her skin and dripping slowly between her thighs, he groaned softly—utterly undone.

“Fuck, look at you,” he whispered, voice hoarse and reverent. “You look so fucking hot like this. Marked. Covered in me.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. She held his stare, proud and breathless, her thighs still parted beneath him. She was soft and open, wrecked and radiant. The most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I wanted this,” she whispered, reaching up to stroke his jaw. “I needed this. You.”

“I know,” he murmured, kissing her hand. “Me too. Every night I was away, I thought about this. About you. About coming home to this.”

She pulled him down into her arms, their bodies pressing together as if they couldn’t get close enough. Lando kissed her again—slower this time, tender and lingering, like he was trying to pour every missed moment into that kiss.

When they finally pulled back, Y/N looked up at him. She then let out a small, breathless laugh, brushing his damp curls back with shaky fingers. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

He blinked. “What?”

She gave him a lazy, satisfied grin. “I’m serious. I physically cannot move. You’re going to have to help me up or carry me inside. It’s your fault.”

His laugh cracked the air open—low and full of pride. “My fault?”

“Mhmm.” She lifted a weak hand and tapped his chest. “You did this. With that annoyingly perfect dick and those annoyingly good hands and that annoyingly hot mouth.”

Lando grinned, glowing like she’d just handed him a trophy. “So annoying, aren’t I?”

“The worst.”

He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Come here then, let me make it worse.”

She squealed when his arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, lifting her with ease. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, locking behind his back as he rose from the thigh-deep water.

“Lando—” she gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he held her tightly, her body completely above the surface now.

“Got you,” he murmured, grinning as he began to walk toward the steps. The water rippled around his thighs, but never touched her again—her back arched, her skin slick and glistening in his arms, safe and dry in his hold.

She tightened her grip, her face tucked against his neck. “You could’ve warned me.”

“And miss the sound you just made?” he teased, chuckling against her skin. “Not a chance.”

He carried her straight out of the pool like it was the most natural thing in the world—her legs still wrapped around his waist, her heart pounding, and her breath warm against his throat.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Bathroom first. Then bed. I’m going to clean you up, feed you strawberries, and kiss every inch of your thighs until you’re sore again.”

Her head dropped to his shoulder, laughter muffled by the curve of his neck. “You’re such a menace.”

“And you love it,” he said, nudging the bathroom door open with his foot, her body still wrapped tightly around him.

She hummed a sleepy little yes against his neck, and Lando grinned, turning toward the glass shower. He stepped in without hesitation, the warm water cascading over them both as he pressed her back gently to the wall.

His hands moved over her body slowly, reverently—fingers trailing through suds as he washed her shoulders, her arms, down the curve of her back, the swell of her hips. She let her head fall back against the tile, eyes fluttering shut as he knelt slightly to lather her thighs, inner thighs, then between her legs with careful, unhurried strokes.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, rinsing her clean with warm water cupped in his palms. “I missed this. Missed you.”

Y/N blinked down at him, water dripping from her lashes, her heart full and aching. “You always say the right thing when you’re touching me like that.”

He looked up with a boyish grin, then pressed a kiss just above her navel. “That’s because I mean it.”

She tugged him up by the back of his neck until his lips met hers—slow and slippery and sweet. Her fingers traced down his chest as he turned her gently, washing her hair next, massaging shampoo into her scalp with the same care he’d use if she were made of glass.

“I could get used to this,” she murmured, eyes closed as his fingers ran through her hair.

“You better,” he said, kissing the top of her wet head. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

When they finally stepped out, skin flushed and clean, he wrapped her in a towel and himself in another, scooping her into his arms again just because he could.

By the time he tucked her into bed, her body loose with heat and affection, she was already half-asleep.

“Okay,” she mumbled against his chest. “You’re allowed to leave again... but only if I get sex like that every time you come home.”

Lando laughed softly, tucking the blanket tighter around her. “Dangerous deal, baby. Because now I never want to leave.”

She smiled, her fingers curling lightly into his side.

“Good,” she whispered, sleep catching her breath. “Neither do I.”

[ozzgin]

content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, Yandere School horror AU, inspired by Tomie (header from Lovesick Dead)

Yandere!Classmate is of a particular kind of beauty. A ghastly allure, a pallid visage, the darkest of eyes, and an imperturbable smile. Perhaps that's what makes his elegance so uncanny: the stiff curve of the lips, the emptiness of his expression. Nonetheless, his eerie charisma continues to draw people in. Except, of course, the one who matters most: you.

Yandere!Classmate is visibly interested in you. He follows your movements with religious duty and is always the first to answer your concerns or needs. His assiduous efforts to impress you might've gained the admiration of his fellow attendees, if it wasn't for some exceptional circumstances: quite frankly, the entire school yearns for you. Whether it's other classmates or higher staff, your affections are not something to be freely given away without protest. Your mesmerising suitor has awakened a rather fearsome collective envy.

Yandere!Classmate is sitting at his desk as usual. Yet, something today is different. The atmosphere is suffocating, an unspoken tension lingers over the room. You glance at your classmates in confusion; their faces are drained, their hands tremble rhythmically against the wooden surface. Your teacher's voice is merely a croak, and he does not dare to face his students. Everyone is terrified. Why?

Yandere!Classmate grins mockingly at his rivals, relishing in their maddening fear. They must surely be wondering how such an aberration is possible. They were certain of his death: they slashed, and pounded, and crushed, and tore apart. They saw - with their own eyes! - his scrambled remains as they vanished beneath the soil. He should've been gone, utterly erased from existence, one less burden standing before your undivided attention. Nonetheless, he is standing among them anew, without a scratch marking his skin.

Yandere!Classmate is bolder than usual. He approaches you with childish delight, lowering himself before your seat and extending his hands outward, awaiting your touch. His fingers are tremendously cold, nails cracked and stained with dirt.

Oh, if only you knew, (Y/N), the extent of his adoration. Not even Death itself could ever keep him from you, his beloved Darling. You smile at his flirtatious gesture, completely oblivious to your sealed fate: you're never, ever escaping his love. It goes far beyond the grave.

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Post Uploaded! | IH6

Pairing: Isack Hadjar x social media admin!Reader

Summary: Being VCARB's socials admin is definitely not for the weak, especially when you got a chaotic duo to babysit. But maybe it isn't so bad when it means that you can land a cute driver as your boyfriend.

Author's Note: whoever's the actual vcarb admin, ilysm🫶🏻 istg i look forward to watch whatever they post everyday, it's just fucking hilarious + the dynamic btwn isack and liam is🔛🔝 also, huge thank you to my bestie @sk8termikey who beta read this, ily babe<3

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

“Have you seen this trend?” was probably the question that Isack asked you the most. And whether you replied positively or negatively, it was always followed by “can we do that?”.

As part of Racing Bulls’ social media team, it was supposed to be your job to be creative and find ideas for the team’s socials. However, due to Isack being even more chronically online than you, he was always suggesting things before you even had time to edit and post the previous videos you had filmed.

It was certainly a bit calmer now that Liam had replaced Yuki at Racing Bulls – Yuki was as chaotic as Isack, and them being together meant that you were never able to catch a break during race weekends. Still, Liam and Isack made up for a crazy duo.

But even if you let out the biggest sigh known to mankind whenever Isack was walking up to you, far from innocent grin on his face, you were glad that you didn’t have to force your drivers to film content. Social media admins from the other teams often expressed their jealousy, gushing about how lucky you were that you didn’t have to chase your drivers in the paddock just for a ten seconds long video.

You weren’t paid enough for that, though. You loved your drivers, you really did. But God, they were way too energetic for you. You had to listen to them talk about Cars at least twice a day – you loved the film, but not enough to hear about it every time you were with them; and they often argued about who you’d prefer based on whose idea you’d film first – definitely not Isack. But the most draining thing was for sure when they would both follow you everywhere around the paddock as soon as they had a video idea. Hell, you even had to get lunch with them – more like them getting lunch with you actually – while they showed you examples and made you listen to funny audios.

But you loved them, most of the time.

Except right now.

Right now, all you wanted was to relax. Well, relax as much as you could while working. You had your headphones on with some of your favourite songs playing and were looking at some pictures from the latest race as you had to choose which ones to post after having also edited several videos. You were in your little bubble, until Isack sat down in front of you. You tried your best to ignore him for the time being, but you could see from the corner of your eye that he was expecting you to interact with him.

Not removing your headphones, you decided to acknowledge him:

“Please, just give me ten minutes. I’m almost done with this, and then I’m all yours. Been on it for the past hour; I’m dehydrated and I have a headache, but I’ll be free for whatever silly trend you got. Just ten minutes, thanks Isack.”

It could’ve been considered rude from you to not even glance at him, but he understood. Not that you had seen or heard anything, but Isack nodded and told you that he would be back soon. You were focused on your task, and desperately needed to finish it before the next event of the weekend was to happen. You weren’t usually this dramatic, but you were more exhausted than usual because of the triple header, and were therefore more stressed to not fulfill your job within the deadlines.

After ten long minutes that felt like an hour, you were finally done with your editing. Pictures and videos had been posted; they featured both drivers, and all had a nice caption. You sighed as you leaned back on your chair, removing your headphones before putting them around your neck. You then noticed that Isack wasn’t here anymore, and wondered if you had been too mean to him.

Still, you took advantage of the calm and silence that echoed in the room. Everyone else was either downstairs or outside, and you found peace in the quiet around you as you closed your eyes.

Breathing in, and out. In, and out.

You were a bit less tense than earlier, and kept enjoying the silence until you heard someone approach as they seemingly put something on the table. Opening your eyes, you saw that Isack was sitting down once again in front of you.

“You’re back, good. Just five more minutes of peace, and we can film whatever you want.”

“It’s okay,” Isack replied. “This is for you, by the way.” He pointed to the glass on the table.

“Me?” You asked, straightening up and looking at him.

“Yeah, you said that you were dehydrated and had a headache. So I brought you a drink, and some painkillers.”

That’s when you noticed the blister pack next to the glass, and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. Immediately popping a pill into your mouth, you didn’t hesitate gulping down half of the drink right after. You let out a satisfied sigh, which made Isack chuckle.

“Better?” He wondered.

“Yeah, that will definitely help. Sorry about earlier,” you apologised. “Guess I got a bit grumpy, but I’m free for you if you wanna tell me about whatever trend you found.”

Isack dismissed your apology and told you it was fine, before he quickly got his phone out to open TikTok. His enthusiasm was contagious. Soon enough, you were back to your usual self and laughing at the video that Isack was showing you as you both discussed what your take would be for the team’s social media.

…..

You didn’t know what to expect when you accepted that Isack and Liam take control of the team’s socials for a day. You had only agreed to it after Isack kept reminding you how well the video of him pretending to be VCARB’s admin had done, and you had to admit that it had indeed been a popular video.

So here you were, shadowing the drivers for a while until you had to take a lunch break. For once, it was you who offered them to join you. But they politely refused your invitation, claiming that they wanted to film a couple more videos. So you let them do their thing, thinking that it was fine – especially when they kept saying that you would actually be able to rest while eating.

It wasn’t fine.

Well, it was at first.

Before going back to wherever Isack and Liam were in the paddock, you decided to check if they had posted anything since this morning. There were two new videos, crossposted on TikTok and Instagram: one was of them simply notifying the fans that they were taking over VCARB’s socials for the day – simple and efficient, you thought. The other video was already a bit chaotic compared to the first one: the two drivers had tried to sneak into every garage and pretend they were from that team before someone noticed that they were, in fact, absolutely not part of it.

You had to admit, they could come after your job as the videos already had a fair amount of likes and comments. People were clearly enjoying today’s content, and you were glad that they could indeed be trusted.

But of course, something had to go wrong.

After a quick text to your drivers, you found yourself in Isack’s driver room where they had been brainstorming more video ideas. When you opened the door, you saw that Liam was apparently filming something and you were about to apologise for interrupting when Isack noticed your presence.

“Hey!” The French said with excitement. His smile was bright, like a warm ray of sunshine. “Have you seen our videos? Our content is almost better than yours!”

“I did watch them both, yeah.” You nodded, before noticing that Liam had stopped recording and was now looking at his phone with a smirk on his face. “Did I interrupt anything?”

“No, you’re fine. In fact, you helped with something.” Liam was being kind of cryptic, as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“I did?” You wondered while tilting your head in confusion. You had simply entered a room, so you were a bit lost as to how you could have provided anything to his content. “What’s your video about?”

“You’ll know when I post it later”, Liam simply replied.

“Okay…” You were quite suspicious, but decided to trust him. “Can I help with anything else?” You asked them.

“Personally, I’m good. But I wouldn’t mind if you kept us company today,” Isack admitted. “Unless you have other things to do, of course.”

“Isack, you guys are literally doing my job right now. So no, I actually don’t have anything else to do.”

“That’s great, then. You can stay with us for the rest of the day”, Liam concluded.

And so until media day was over, you had followed your drivers around the paddock. They kept having crazy ideas after crazy ideas, and you couldn't help but laugh every time they had to do multiple takes due to one of them not being able to stay in character. This was probably one of the best work days you’ve ever had, and you almost wished that they would do this more often.

Keyword: almost.

Because of course, there had to be that eventual issue mentioned earlier.

Liam had been filming Isack doing whatever he was doing until the French driver tripped on his own feet and ended up face first in a wall. The sudden noise alarmed you, and you immediately rushed to Isack’s side as he was holding his head.

“Are you okay?” You asked, worry evident in your voice.

“I think I’m dying”, Isack dramatically replied.

You chuckled at what was definitely him overreacting. You forced Isack to sit down before you crouched down to his level, making him look up at you.

“Remove your hand, please.” Isack did as he was told, and you carefully inspected his head. “Where does it actually hurt?”

“Like– my forehead,” he said.

You nodded in understanding, and cupped his face to make him stay still – it was probably not even necessary as you being so close to him was almost making him stop breathing, and he didn’t dare make a move. You gently pushed his hair back from his forehead, looking for any kind of bruise as you stroked his skin to feel if any lump had appeared. You were so focused on your task, you didn’t even notice how flustered Isack was becoming with every second passing.

Liam, however, had very much noticed. And unbeknownst to you or Isack, he was absolutely enjoying the scene, still recording for God knows what reason. This was good content for the video idea he’d had since this morning, which he had slowly but surely been filming for throughout the day.

After a couple minutes, you finally released Isack’s face – he couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or not, given that it had been messing with his heart a lot – and he was already missing the warmth of your hand on his cheek.

“All good”, you eventually concluded. “Might have a slight bump forming, but you’ll survive. You’re a strong guy, right Isack?”

“Y–yeah, of course. Thanks”, he could only reply due to how nervous you were making him.

“Pathetic…” Liam mumbled under his breath, unheard from you nor Isack.

Glad that Isack was fine, you straightened back up with a smile before offering him your hand. He hesitantly took it, and you then pulled him up so he could stand. Not expecting to end up so close to you once again, Isack quickly took a step back with the blush intensifying on his cheeks.

Liam was definitely having a field day, while you were completely oblivious to the effect you were having on the French driver.

“I wish I could trust you to keep playing social media alone, but I’m gonna have to review your next ideas before you start filming them and I’m being put on the spot.”

The drivers both nodded, understanding that you were simply worried about them – and about your job too. So for the rest of the day, you made a compromise with them: you would still give them creative liberty to film – almost – whatever they wanted, but you had the right to veto anything that could seem to eventually end up badly for one of them.

…..

A few hours later, media day was finally over. Isack and Liam had filmed three other videos, while you supervised them like a babysitter from afar. Although they had done most of the job, you still helped them edit their videos and confirmed to them that yes, their caption ideas were funny.

“Well, this was an interesting day for sure. But I don’t think we’ll do that again for a while,” you told the drivers when all their videos were posted.

“Sorry to have wasted your time”, Isack apologised.

“It wasn’t wasted,” you reassured him. “I just didn’t rest as much as you had promised me. But it was fun, I guess.”

“It was very fun, yes. Glad I was able to know more”, Liam said.

“About my job?” You wondered.

“Amongst other things”, Liam vaguely replied.

Although a bit confused at his words, you didn’t think much of it as you knew that Liam had enjoyed the day as well. He had harboured a satisfied grin for most of the afternoon, and you were glad to see it every time you would look at him. You wouldn’t be glad in the near future, but this was another story.

After checking that the team’s social media was doing fine, you announced to Isack and Liam that they were free to leave the track and go back to their hotel. You were actually all staying in the same one, which led to Isack suggesting that you all go back together before he also asked you if you wanted to join him – and Liam – for dinner. You hesitated a bit as it wasn’t really something you often did unless there were other VCARB employees going out with you, but Isack’s excited smile made it impossible to refuse.

…..

So now you were back in your hotel room, about to go downstairs after having changed from your team kit. You were strangely nervous, already picturing the worst that could happen. It wasn’t everyday that you were hanging out with your drivers off track – only the three of you – so you really hoped that the evening would go smoothly.

But once again, you had spoken too soon.

Courtesy of Liam who had apparently come down with a “last-minute stomachache”, you were now looking at your menu with only Isack sitting at the table with you. He had surprisingly dressed up a bit, and you wondered if the supposed stomachache had been planned between the two of them. But with the way that Isack was avoiding your gaze, his cheeks slightly flushed, you truly didn’t know what to think of the situation.

It looked just like a date.

You. And Isack. On a date.

And that’s not even the worst that would happen. The worst had happened right after you and Isack had ordered. The tension had lightened a bit after a waiter had come to your table, bursting the little bubble of nervousness that had surrounded you two. You were now patiently waiting for your food as you sipped your drink, when you heard your phone going off.

You were about to apologise to Isack for not muting it, when you saw what the notification was:

Post uploaded!

Furrowing your brows, it was safe to say that you were confused; because the account that was showing wasn’t your personal one. No, it was the team’s account. And that’s when you started panicking.

“Is everything alright?” Isack asked you, easily noticing your stress.

“Yeah, hmm… it’s just Instagram being weird,” you said. “I don’t know what happened.”

Just to make sure you hadn’t posted anything weird, like a wrongly scheduled video, you opened the application. Nothing had prepared you for the video that immediately played before your eyes. The editing was basic, but the caption was far from being a usual one: 30s compilation of isack having a crush on admin.

You watched the entire video with widened eyes, each clip showing a different version of Isack throughout the day. Your face wasn’t shown, but you recognised the moment from earlier in the afternoon when you were checking on Isack after he had bumped into a wall. He was looking up at you with flushed cheeks, his eyes filled with something you didn’t dare think about.

When the video finished, it automatically replayed and you could only rewatch those clips of Isack’s eyes glancing at you – his face lightening up when you had entered his driver’s room, his smile brightening as he talked about you.

You didn’t know what to think of it. And for a couple minutes, you had forgotten that Isack was actually sitting at the table across from you.

“Are you okay?” He worryingly asked. “Your face has gone a bit red.”

Of course your face had gone red! It wasn’t everyday that you had to see your driver look at you as if you were the prettiest girl in the world – Isack wouldn’t deny that, as if you were the only thing that made him wake up in the morning, the only person he was impatiently waiting to see at every race.

“I’m fine…” That was a lie. “I just think that a certain someone posted a video on the team’s account without consulting me first.”

“Liam?” Isack guessed. He unlocked his phone to go see it himself, and was met with his own face as he clicked on the video. “Oh mon Dieu, putain…”

Isack would definitely kill Liam for that. Setting him up on a date with you was one thing, but a public video that displayed his crush on you for the entire world to see? Isack wanted to die of embarrassment. His face had gone even redder than yours, and he didn’t dare look up from his phone. He was afraid to see your expression, afraid that you’d be mad about the situation.

But you weren’t.

After a few minutes of silence between you and him, you caught his attention.

“Isack”, you called out his name which made him nervously look at you.

“Wait! Before you say anything”, he interrupted. “I’m so sorry for this, I didn’t know Liam had planned that. And I’m also sorry for the dinner, he told me at the last minute that he wasn’t coming. I swear it wasn’t on purpose! And–”

“Isack, breathe!” You exclaimed as you saw him almost hyperventilating. You took his hands in yours, which made him go still for a second. “Calm down, it’s fine.” He raised an eyebrow at you, and you chuckled. “Okay, it could’ve been better. But it’s not the end of the world,” you tried to reassure him.

“Kinda feels like it is for me”, he argued. “Liam just outed my feelings on the team’s socials, out of all places.”

“I’ll admit that was a shit move.” You were definitely giving Liam a lecture tomorrow morning, and removing his access to the VCARB account until the end of time. “I’m actually going to take this down while I think about it,” you said as you quickly deleted the video before focusing back on Isack.

“I’m sorry, again.”

“If anyone should apologise, it’s Liam. You have nothing to be sorry about, unless it’s to tell me the video wasn’t telling the truth.”

“It is…” Isack tried to avoid your gaze once again. “And now it probably ruined our friendship, as well as our professional relationship.”

“It hasn’t, though.”

“Really?” He was confused, but it was kind of getting his hopes up. “You’re not weirded out by me liking you?”

“Nope”, you replied with a grin. “If anything, the video was actually cute.”

“Cute?” Isack repeated.

“Yes”, you confirmed with a nod. “You’re cute, Isack. Sorry I never noticed this until now. Well, I would be blind not to have actually noticed. But I never truly did, I guess”

“You’re cute too.”

“Well, I hope so given how you look at me.”

“You’re never letting me live this down, are you?”

“Got it!” You chuckled and leaned back in your chair. “But there’s something we can do now.”

“What?”

“Liam expected something out of this, right?” When Isack nodded, you continued. “Let’s make it happen.”

“And it is…?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” You shrugged, a challenging expression making its way on your face. “Maybe you asking me on a real date, so tonight isn’t wasted. Or maybe it’s you being the one to confess instead of Liam doing it for you.”

“I didn't really ask for that to happen in the first place”, he reminded you. “But if you’re actually serious, then I’d love for tonight to be a real date. Let me make it better than how it started.”

“You’re on the right path, don’t worry.” From the corner of your eye, you could see your food finally arriving. “Here’s to our first date!” You said as you raised your glass towards Isack before taking a sip.

“Here’s to our first date”, he repeated with a nervous smile.

And thankfully, it wouldn’t be the last.

…..

The next day, you lectured Liam for at least ten minutes. His head hung low and he apologised countless times to you. You also forced him to apologise to Isack, as the French driver had been the most affected by Liam’s actions. Luckily for him, he was saved by his engineer calling him for FP1 as it would be starting soon and so you had no choice but to let him go.

“It did work, though. Right?” Liam asked with a smirk right as he stood in the doorway.

“Get out Liam”, you only replied. “You’re on thin ice right now, and your social media privileges have been revoked for an undetermined period of time.”

“I know. But being so defensive means that it worked!” He quickly concluded before leaving you and Isack alone.

“He’s not wrong…” Isack smiled at you.

“Doesn’t mean I wanted to admit it to him”, you argued. “But yes, it did help speed up things between us.”

“You know, I would’ve still confessed even without Liam. Maybe not before months,” he admitted, “but I was planning on us becoming closer friends before that.”

“And what would’ve made you confess?” You were now definitely curious about it.

“I wish I could’ve gotten a podium first,” he explained. “I only have points as an achievement right now.”

“That’s enough for me, don’t worry.” You quickly looked at the time, realising how late it was getting. “You better go join Liam by the way, I don’t want to be fired for keeping you away from your job.”

“I would vouch for you, don’t worry. You’re the best admin we could have”, Isack claimed.

“You’re just saying that because I make you look good on our socials.”

“But you think I look good off socials too, right?”

“Get out, Isack.” Your tone was teasing, and your cheeks a bit flushed. “Go drive your little car and let me do my job in peace.”

“Okay, okay!” He raised his hands in defence, before he left his room.

Now that you were alone, your only reaction was to put your head in your hands. You could only giggle as you remembered what had happened from yesterday to just a few seconds ago.

You were just a girl after all.

But right now, you were definitely a happier girl than ever.

…..

You didn’t think that you would see Liam and Isack still in the garage by the time you finally left Isack’s room – it had taken you a dozen minutes alone before you felt comfortable to go out, but they were talking with some engineers while half of the drivers were already on track for FP1.

Taking advantage of the moment, you called out their names and they walked to where you were in between their garages.

“Okay guys, quick picture time if you don’t mind.”

“Both of us or separately?” Liam asked.

“Let’s do three pictures: two individuals and one of you together”, you decided. “I’ll see what I eventually post later.”

The drivers nodded and waited for your directions.

“Do we do anything special or…?” Isack wondered.

“Just stand there and look pretty,” you said without thinking. “Won’t be too hard for you.”

While Isack blushed at your words, Liam’s face was making an exaggerated and disgusted expression.

“I know it’s thanks to me that y’all are finally together, but please refrain from flirting in front of me.”

“That wasn’t flirting!” You tried to argue. “And we’re not even together…”

“Yet,” Isack pointed out.

“You’re not helping,” you told Isack with what you hoped was a stern glare. You sighed and tried to remain professional. “Just smile and give me some thumbs up, please.”

Taking a few pictures of them together first, you then let them go to their respective side of the garage so that they could gear up and get in their car. You took that as an opportunity to take individual pictures of them, starting with Liam.

“You know,” he caught your attention, “I’m actually happy for you two. And I’m sorry again for making it chaotic, but I’m glad y’all can make it work.”

“Thanks, Liam.” Your smile was genuine, and you knew Liam had only wanted to help. “Next time, let’s have private conversations instead of using the public internet.”

“Copy.”

You both exchanged one last smile, before you walked to Isack’s garage as he was about to put on his helmet.

“Wish me luck?” He asked, holding his helmet next to his face while he smiled for a picture.

“It’s FP1, Isack. I’m sure you can manage without me blessing your car.”

“But what if I crash and it’s because you haven’t wished me luck?” Isack was being dramatic, his voice teasing.

“Please don’t joke about that,” a mechanic said. “And definitely don’t crash on purpose to get your girlfriend’s attention.”

“Not his girlfriend”, you mumbled with a faint blush on your cheeks.

“Yet”, Isack said in reference to earlier.

“Get in the car, Isack.” You sighed as you took one last picture before he secured his helmet. You waited for him to get in the car before you spoke again. “Good luck.”

Isack’s head turned so quickly towards where you were, it almost seemed like his neck could’ve snapped. Only his eyes were showing, but you could see in the way Isack looked at you that he was grinning. Your expression was soft, which made Isack almost want to get out of the car and kiss the smile that had appeared on your face.

…..

And he would eventually do so, after getting his first F1 podium. Not wasting any time as soon as he would reach parc fermé, Isack would get out of his car so quickly that you would barely have time to realise that he was in front of you. He would hug you tightly, while everyone cheered around you. He would then struggle to remove his helmet, having only one goal.

And when he would finally succeed, Isack would drop his helmet to the ground without a care and he would get as close to you as the barrier between the two of you let him do so. And this time, his arms wouldn’t be around you; because his hands would reach for your face, cupping your cheeks and pulling you close to him as his lips kissed yours.

Isack wouldn’t give a damn about the podium, or the trophy. Because you were his prize.

In this moment, you would forget about the video of Isack that you were filming. You wouldn’t be VCARB’s social media admin anymore, you would simply be Isack Hadjar’s girlfriend. And for once, you wouldn’t mind being the one in front of the camera.

..........

Tagging the lovely people who expressed a wish to read this, thanks to y'all for motivating me to finish it: @fellowwomenlover @mrssaturday @boke---hinata---boke

HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED🫶🏻🫶🏻

Kudos again to my bestie who's fr my soulmate bc she literally complimented on the exact thing i had been unsure of (without even knowing i had struggled w that)

Really manifesting an isack podium soon bc pookie is doing so well recently and ik he's on the right path to perform even better🕯🕯

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ೃ⁀➷ you can be the boss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ boss!cho sang-woo x employee!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

˚ ༘♡ you had started working at joy investments a few months ago, a job you knew from the beginning you weren’t particularly suited for. numbers, spreadsheets, and statistical analysis felt foreign to you, but the evening hours worked well enough while you attended university. the pay was sufficient, and the promise of experience at such a reputable firm was worth the initial discomfort.

˚ ༘♡ getting hired had been a grueling process. three separate visits. a preliminary interview, where they assessed your general competence, followed by a secondary round that tested your ability to handle pressure. the final round had been the most nerve-wracking, a panel interview that felt as though they were peeling back layers of your personality, searching for weaknesses. when you were finally offered the position of secretary in the business investment sector, you accepted without hesitation. the role was simple, answer phones, manage the endless cascade of paperwork, coordinate schedules, and ensure the office ran like a well-oiled machine. simple, but draining.

˚ ༘♡ your department was overseen by cho sang-woo, an investment banker with a reputation that preceded him. you met him on your first day. he was tall, with sharp features softened only by the polished glasses perched on his nose. his ironed grey suit fit him perfectly, a testament to his meticulous nature. he was polite but distant, his words clipped as he showed you to your workspace. his focus shifted elsewhere as quickly as he arrived, consumed by the weight of responsibilities you could only guess at. despite his calm demeanor, there was something captivating about him, his quiet authority, the precision in how he carried himself, the faint traces of fatigue that made him seem more human.

˚ ༘♡ the first few weeks were suffocatingly mundane. you answered endless phone calls, most from irate clients demanding updates on investments you barely understood. your inbox overflowed with documents needing filing, scanning, or distributing. appointments had to be coordinated, schedules revised, and egos soothed. it was work that tested your patience, and yet, you did it without complaint. mr. cho rarely spoke to you beyond pleasantries, his days swallowed by meetings, late-night calculations, and hushed phone calls.

˚ ༘♡ on the rare occasions you stayed late, you noticed he often did too, seated at his desk with his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, poring over spreadsheets or fielding yet another call. it became an unspoken routine for you to bring him coffee when you saw the office lights still on. he would glance up from his work, his glasses reflecting the faint glow of his computer screen, and offer a quiet, “thank you.” it wasn’t much, but something about those brief exchanges stayed with you during the long walks back to your desolate apartment.

˚ ༘♡ perhaps it was the contrast, how someone so stoic and seemingly untouchable could look so worn under the harsh fluorescent lights. or maybe it was the way he always acknowledged you, even in his busiest moments. either way, his presence made the monotony of the job feel a little less stifling.

˚ ༘♡ one evening, long after most employees had gone home, the office was quiet, the buzz of the city outside muffled by thick glass walls. the sky outside was smeared with hues of deep blue and violet, a harbinger of nightfall. after hours spent rearranging meetings, your eyes burned, and the air inside felt stale. you decided to step out for a moment, seeking the cool relief of the evening breeze.

˚ ༘♡ you pushed open the back door of the building and paused. mr. cho was there, leaning casually against the wall, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. wisps of smoke coiled lazily around him, catching the last rays of light. he looked… wretched. the angular lines of his face made obscure by an expression you couldn’t quite place. the glassy sheen in his dark eyes hinted at something far away, something melancholic.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m sorry,” you murmured, startled. “i didn’t mean to interrupt. i’ll leave you to it.”

˚ ༘♡ he turned his head slowly, shaking it. “no need. stay. i don’t mind.”

˚ ༘♡ his voice was steady, unhurried, like the rest of him. you hesitated, then let the door fall shut behind you. descending the short staircase, you stood a few paces from him. the city sounds, car horns, the hum of distant chatter, filled the silence between you.

˚ ༘♡ without a word, he took out a cigarette and held it toward you. surprised, you accepted, pressing it between your lips. he struck the lighter with a practiced flick, the small flame reflecting briefly in his eyes. leaning in, you felt the scathing heat as the cigarette caught.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re new here, aren’t you?” he asked after a moment, exhaling smoke that curled and dissipated into the night air.

˚ ༘♡ you nodded, drawing in your first hesitant puff. “yes, sir. i have been working at joy investments for about four months now.”

˚ ༘♡ “hmm.” he studied you, his gaze intent but not unkind. “interesting. some of the secretaries here have been around for years, yet you do a better job than most of them.”

˚ ༘♡ his words struck you, unexpected and disarming. “thank you, mr. cho. i try to do my best,” you said softly, your voice almost lost in the city’s backdrop.

˚ ༘♡ you stood there together, the silence stretching long but never uncomfortable. you flicked the ash from your cigarette, watching the tiny embers fall and scatter on the ground. eventually, you put it out against the metal railing and tossed it into a nearby storm drain. mr. cho didn’t move, still leaning against the wall, staring into the distance as you murmured a polite goodnight and slipped back inside.

˚ ༘♡ later, when your shift ended, you gathered your coat and scarf, bracing yourself for the cold walk home. you were buttoning your coat when you spotted mr. cho by the lobby doors, speaking with another member of his team. his presence was magnetic, even in passing.

˚ ༘♡ what surprised you was how he excused himself mid-conversation, turning to approach you.

˚ ༘♡ “are you walking home?” he asked, his tone more direct now. “it’s late, not exactly safe out.”

˚ ༘♡ you mulled over the proposition, your fingers tightening on your scarf. “i don’t mind the walk. it’s peaceful at night. i live in eunpyeong-gu, not too far from here.”

˚ ༘♡ he frowned slightly. “eunpyeong-gu?” he repeated, as though thinking over the distance. “i’m heading to ssangmun-dong. it’s on the way. let me drive you.”

˚ ༘♡ his words were more command than offer, but there was a warmth beneath them. he retrieved his keys from his blazer pocket, the metallic jingle cutting through the stillness.

˚ ༘♡ you nodded, accepting his generous offer graciously. “thank you, sir. i’d appreciate that.”

˚ ༘♡ his car was sleek and black, understated but undeniably expensive. he opened the passenger door for you without a word, the leather seats felt comfortable against your skin, and the faint scent of cologne and tobacco drifting in the air.

˚ ༘♡ the drive was quiet. the city lights of seoul blurred into long streaks through the tinted windows, and for that passage of time, the world outside felt far away. mr. cho said little, his hands steady on the wheel, his dark eyes fixed on the asphalt road ahead.

˚ ༘♡ when he pulled up to your building, he shifted the car into park but kept the engine idling. his eyes flicked to you, dark and unreadable, his usual composure fraying at the edges. “get home safely,” he said, his voice quieter than it had been all evening.

˚ ༘♡ you paused, your hand on the door handle, the chill of the outside air seeping in through the crack you’d opened. the thought of leaving the car, of letting the night end like this, made your heart ache. before you could think twice, the words slipped out. “would you like to come inside for tea? i was planning to brew some.”

˚ ༘♡ his brow lifted slightly, the slightest sliver of surprise crossing his features. he considered your offer for a while, he said nothing, merely staring ahead at the dashboard as if he was working through some internal debate. finally, he exhaled. “tea would be nice,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

˚ ༘♡ you led him up the narrow staircase to your apartment, the silence between you thick but not awkward. the soft hum of the building’s fluorescent lights filled the lounge area, and you could feel the subtle feeling of his presence behind you. when you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the herbal scent of lavender from an old diffuser greeted you. the space was modest, organized but lived-in, with books stacked haphazardly on a coffee table and a blanket draped over the couch.

˚ ༘♡ “make yourself comfortable,” you said, slipping off your coat and setting it over a chair. he stood just inside the doorway, his tall frame almost too large for the small entryway, his hands shoved into his pockets like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

˚ ༘♡ “you have a nice place,” he said after a beat, his voice tender but strained.

˚ ༘♡ you offered a small smile, glancing over your shoulder as you moved toward the kitchen. but you didn’t make it there.

˚ ༘♡ when you turned back, he was closer, standing in the dim light of your apartment like he wasn’t entirely sure why he’d followed you in. his eyes caught yours, and the short space between you felt like it dissolved in an instant. neither of you spoke, but the air was charged, something unsaid yet painfully understood passing between you.

˚ ༘♡ his hand reached out first, tentative, brushing against your arm as if testing the waters. when you didn’t move away, his grip tightened, and suddenly his mouth was on yours, fierce and urgent, like he’d been holding back for far too long. the scent of him, tobacco, something woodsy, filled your senses, and your hands moved instinctively, fingers digging into the fabric of his wool blazer.

˚ ༘♡ your back hit the wall softly, and then his hands were at your waist, his body pressed against yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. it wasn’t careful, and it wasn’t slow, it was messy, a tangle of mouths and hands, you were two people trying to lose themselves in each other for just a little while.

˚ ༘♡ you barely registered how you ended up in your bedroom, your coat and his blazer discarded somewhere along the way. the dim light from the streetlamp outside spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. the bed was warm, and so was he, but there was an ache beneath it all, an edge of something desperate and passionate.

˚ ༘♡ when you woke the next morning, the light was harsh, spilling through the cracks in the curtains and illuminating the reality of the night before. you stirred first, the weight of him beside you a reminder of everything that had happened in that heated entanglement.

˚ ༘♡ he was awake, lying on his back with an arm draped over his face. his dress shirt was wrinkled, and his tie hung loose around his neck, half-forgotten. there was a tension in his posture, his hands clenched into fists, his lips pressed into a thin line.

˚ ༘♡ “i should go,” he said finally, his voice hoarse, hardly above a whisper. he didn’t look at you as he lifted himself over the edge of the bed, sitting there for a minute, trying to mentally gather the strength to move.

˚ ༘♡ you watched him, your heart sinking deeper with every passing second. “you don’t have to go,” you said delicately, your voice barely above a whisper. you reached out, your fingers brushing against his shoulder, hoping to mend this disaster in a pathetic gesture of affection.

˚ ༘♡ he tensed under your touch but didn’t pull away. “this shouldn’t have happened,” sang-woo muttered, his voice thick with self-reproach. “i’m your superior. i’m over twice your age…” his words trembled as he exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his black hair. the carefully calm demeanor he usually wore at the office was ebbing away, slipping through the gaps. “fuck, where are my glasses?”

˚ ༘♡ his frustration wasn’t directed at you, but it stung all the same. his gaze swept the room until he found them, the frames haphazardly thrown to the floor. he bent down to retrieve them, clutching them tightly in his hand.

˚ ༘♡ standing upright, he looked at you for the first time since he spoke, his expression torn with anguish. “i’m sorry,” he said, and for once, the words that left his lips sounded unpracticed, raw and genuine. “i shouldn’t have done this. i shouldn’t have taken advantage of my position over you.”

˚ ༘♡ you stayed where you were, the blankets tangled around you, half-dressed and vulnerable. his words landed like small cuts, brutal and wounding. “if this is your way of saying it’s the first and last time, just say that,” you said, despite the hurt bled through. “don’t hide behind excuses.”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes glistened with something, regret, guilt, or maybe even longing. “no,” he said, stepping closer, hesitant but determined. his hands reached for your face, his touch warm and grounding. “of course i would love to see you again, but how can we? i’m your boss. you work for me. it’s an abuse of power, and if anyone found out, we’d both be ruined. management at joy investments wouldn’t hesitate to fire us for violating corporate policy.”

˚ ༘♡ “then we keep it a secret,” you replied, your voice laced with desire, your gaze locked with his.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head slightly. “you think i wouldn’t want that? you think i wouldn’t want to steal moments with you, even if no one could ever know?” his voice dipped lower, almost a plea. “but pretending not to care about you when we’re in public, keeping my distance, watching you from across the room as if you don’t mean more to me than anyone else…” he broke off, rubbing his temple. “it would drive me insane.”

˚ ༘♡ “weren’t you already doing that?” you said, a small grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

˚ ༘♡ he blinked, then chuckled lightly despite himself. “i was maintaining professional boundaries,” he admitted, though the words sounded hollow now. he slipped off his glasses, polishing the lenses absently with the edge of his sleeve. “boundaries i’ve crossed in every possible way last night.”

˚ ༘♡ he paused, his gaze returning to yours, weaker now. “so maybe you’re right,” he added, his lips curving into a wry, self-deprecating smile. “what’s left now for us to ruin?”

˚ ༘♡ the affair continued in shadows, a secret tether binding the two of you as the world moved obliviously around it. at work, everything appeared as it always had, professional, restrained, unassuming. he never lingered too long at your desk, never glanced your way for more than a few fleeting seconds. if anyone noticed anything amiss, they never said a word. yet, behind closed doors, the charade unraveled.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo would text late at night, asking to see you, his messages never too explicit but unmistakable in their intent. you would find yourself in his car again or at a hotel just out of town, places chosen carefully to avoid recognition. in those moments, he was different, a vulnerable man. his hands would hold you like he couldn’t bear to let go, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that belied the restraint he showed the rest of the world.

˚ ༘♡ but even as his touch ignited you, doubts began to creep in. at first, they were small, quiet things, easily dismissed when he whispered your name like it was the only word he cared to know. yet over time, the flaws became unfathomable to ignore.

˚ ༘♡ you started to notice how he never stayed too long after. he always had somewhere to be, an early meeting, an obligation with colleagues, an excuse that left you alone in bed, staring at the ceiling. at work, he was cordial but cold, his focus fixed on maintaining appearances.

˚ ༘♡ “we have to be cautious,” he’d say, his tone firm but not unkind. “you know how people talk. one rumor and it’s over for both of us.”

˚ ༘♡ you nodded each time, swallowing your sorrow, pretending it didn’t sting. but it did. the secrecy, the pretending, the constant tug-of-war between what you wanted and what you could have, it wore on you.

˚ ༘♡ weeks turned into months, and though the moments you shared with him were still intense, they began to feel hollow. you weren’t just hiding from the world; you were hiding from yourself.

˚ ༘♡ you started to wonder what you were to him. not a girlfriend, he never called you that. not a partner, because partners didn’t live in secrecy. what was the point of loving someone who couldn’t even say your name without glancing over his shoulder first?

˚ ༘♡ you confronted him one evening, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “what are we doing? what am i to you?”

˚ ༘♡ he froze, the usual calm, calculated expression gone. “you’re everything to me,” he said finally, but the words felt too rehearsed, too easy.

˚ ༘♡ “then why does it feel like i’m nothing?” you asked, your voice cracking.

˚ ༘♡ he rubbed the back of his neck, pacing the room like a man trapped. “it’s not that simple. my position, my reputation, it’s all i have, sweetheart. if people knew about us, it would ruin everything i’ve worked for.”

˚ ༘♡ “and what about me?” you shot back, the heat rising in your chest. “do you think this doesn’t ruin me? hiding, pretending, giving everything to you and getting scraps in return?”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders slumped, and for a second, you saw something raw in his eyes. “i love you,” he said, and you believed him. but love wasn’t enough, not like this.

˚ ༘♡ “then prove it,” you said bitterly, your voice shaking.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer, and the lack of answer spoke louder than any explanation could. he was a man desperate for respect, for the image he’d spent years crafting and perfecting. and you were an unfortunate deficiency in the foundation, a risk he wasn’t brave enough to take.

˚ ༘♡ as you stood there, the existence of your situation all settled on your shoulders. you realized you were giving pieces of yourself away to someone who could never give you the same in return. and for the first time, you weren’t sure if you could keep doing it.

˚ ༘♡ he reached for you, his touch hesitant, but you stepped back. “sang-woo, i can’t continue being your secret,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “i deserve more than that.”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t stop you when you left, and that, more than anything, told you everything you needed to know.

˚ ༘♡ he spent the next few weeks trying, in every way he knew how, to reach you. his texts came first, short, imploring messages that grew more desperate with each passing day.

˚ ༘♡ you never responded, deleting them as soon as they appeared. then came the emails, written in his typically formal tone but laced with an underlying urgency that bordered on uncharacteristic. he didn’t beg, but the underlying message was clear, he was losing his sanity over you.

˚ ༘♡ at work, sang-woo started appearing in places he never had reason to be, near your desk, by the break room, even in hallways he had no meetings to attend. every time, his eyes would search for yours, pleading silently for something, acknowledgment, forgiveness, anything to mend the chasm that had opened between you. but you refused to meet his gaze, your resolve hardening even as your heart ached.

˚ ༘♡ eventually, he stopped. no more texts, no more emails, no more waiting outside your office. it was as if he’d resigned himself to your silence, as though he understood you had no intention of reopening the door he’d closed with his hesitation.

˚ ༘♡ but not at heart.

˚ ༘♡ you saw it in the way he carried himself now, his body tensed, his stride slower, his face devoid of the quiet confidence he used to exude. in meetings, he seemed distracted, his eyes landing on you only to dart away when he thought someone might notice.

˚ ༘♡ when you passed each other in the corridors, the pain in his expression was unmistakable. he didn’t try to speak to you anymore, but the way he looked at you, like you were something he’d lost and could never reclaim, was worse than any words he could have said. it was agony, for both of you, and you felt it every time.

˚ ༘♡ you told yourself this was for the best, that you couldn’t live your life tied to someone who wouldn’t fully claim you. you told yourself that his claims of love wasn’t enough when it was buried beneath secrecy and shame. but those rationalizations didn’t stop the hollow ache in your chest every time you caught his reflection in the glass of the office windows or saw his hands fidgeting during a presentation.

˚ ༘♡ he wasn’t just grieving the loss of you, he was punishing himself for it. you saw it in the way he avoided the employee lounge now, where you might be, the way he no longer stayed late after work, perhaps because the silence reminded him of what had once been. he was a man unraveling in slow motion, and though it hurt to watch, you knew you couldn’t be the one to put him back together.

˚ ༘♡ you told yourself you couldn’t think of him forever. and yet, in the quiet hours of the night, when you lay awake in your empty apartment, you found yourself wondering if he was awake too, staring at the ceiling, trying to forget you the way you were trying to forget him.

˚ ༘♡ when he suddenly stopped showing up one day, you told yourself it didn’t matter. you’d spent weeks distancing yourself from him, building walls to protect the fragile peace you were trying to restore in your life. his absence should have been a relief. you should’ve been grateful for the quiet. but instead, it gnawed at you.

˚ ༘♡ you reasoned he might have taken a business trip or been sent to a conference. yet, as the days stretched into weeks, the silence surrounding his disappearance became impossible to ignore. whispers began to circulate in the office, snippets of overheard conversations that sounded too wild to believe.

˚ ༘♡ “forgery,” someone murmured near the coffee machine. “embezzlement,” said another, their tone tinged with disbelief. “siphoning client funds, can you imagine? what an idiot.”

˚ ༘♡ you dismissed it at first, refusing to entertain the thought. rumors spread like wildfire in the corporate world, often fueled by jealousy or boredom. but the uneasy feeling in your chest wouldn’t leave.

˚ ༘♡ unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you sought out the manager of all investing departments, a stern man known for his no-nonsense approach. he seemed surprised when you asked about cho sang-woo but didn’t wait to provide an answer.

˚ ༘♡ “it’s true,” he said bluntly. “he siphoned money from client accounts to fund personal investments, stocks, futures, the works. lost every cent. he’s disappeared now. hasn’t answered calls or emails. if he shows up again, he’ll be fired on the spot and handed over to the authorities unless he reimburses the clients in full. but, between you and me, i doubt he has the means.”

˚ ༘♡ you stood there, numb, the significance of all that occurred with you ignorant to it all pressing down on your chest. sang-woo, austere, professional, and fiercely intelligent, had done this? the man you thought you knew, who always carried himself with precision and dignity, had thrown everything away on a gamble?

˚ ༘♡ you wanted to be angry, furious that he could have made such reckless choices. but instead, all you felt was an overwhelming wave of worry. where was he now? what was he doing? was he even safe?

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t stop yourself. you called his number, your fingers quivering as you pressed the digits. it rang and rang, only to cut off. no voicemail. you texted him, pleading for an answer, any sign that he was okay. nothing.

˚ ༘♡ the lack of response was unbearable, so you did the only thing you could think of, you went to his neighborhood. it was an impulsive decision, driven by a pitiful dismay you couldn’t suppress.

˚ ༘♡ you arrived late in the evening, the streets quiet under the dim glow of streetlights. his building loomed ahead, its windows dark and uninviting. you buzzed his unit at the entrance, your heart pounding in your chest.

˚ ༘♡ no response.

˚ ༘♡ you buzzed again, and again, your desperation mounting with each unanswered call. finally, an older tenant passing by offered to let you in, probably mistaking your apprehension for something more passive. you murmured your thanks and slipped inside, the air in the stairwell gloomy and stale.

˚ ༘♡ you reached his door and knocked, the sound echoing in the stillness. “sang-woo?” you called out, your voice exhausted. “are you in there?”

˚ ༘♡ nothing.

˚ ༘♡ pressing your ear to the door, you strained to hear any sign of life, a shuffle, a breath, anything. but the apartment was silent, as if no one had been there for days.

˚ ༘♡ a burdened pang pierced at your chest, and you leaned against the doorframe, fighting the rising surge of fear. what had happened to him? where could he have gone?

˚ ༘♡ you tried to tell yourself he’d resurface eventually, that this wasn’t your responsibility, but it was a hollow comfort. the man you’d loved, the man you may still love, was out there somewhere and you couldn’t bring yourself to let go.

˚ ༘♡ you stayed at the door longer than you should have, staring at the splintered wood as though it might suddenly yield. but it didn’t, and you left with a growing sense of unease. it wasn’t until you stepped onto the street, cold air biting your cheeks, that you caught sight of him.

˚ ༘♡ he was farther down the block, walking briskly, his head low, his shoulders hunched against the evening chill. his clothes were rumpled, his actions were quick and uneasy, like he was trying to outrun something. you stood still, watching him for a few minutes before instinct kicked in.

˚ ༘♡ you followed him at a distance, your heart pounding harder with every step. he didn’t notice you as he turned a corner, heading toward a dingy motel that sat on the edge of the neighborhood. the neon sign buzzed faintly, flickering erratically, casting a sickly green glow on the pavement.

˚ ༘♡ he disappeared inside, and you hesitated for a moment before pushing through the door. the motel’s lobby smelled of stale cigarettes and mildew, its yellowed walls decorated with faded prints of generic landscapes. you saw him again, down the narrow hallway, his motions slower now as he unlocked a door and slipped inside.

˚ ༘♡ you followed, your pulse a chaotic drumbeat in your ears. when you reached the door, you knocked, first lightly, then harder. no response.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you called, your voice low but steady. “it’s me. open the door.”

˚ ༘♡ nothing.

˚ ༘♡ your hand hovered over the handle, and when you pressed down, it gave way. the door creaked open, revealing the dim, suffocating space beyond.

˚ ༘♡ the room was barely lit, a single bulb flashing weakly overhead. clothes were draped haphazardly over the back of a chair, and an empty bottle sat tipped over on the nightstand. the air was thick, the scent of alcohol and something that reeked of chemicals clinging to every surface.

˚ ༘♡ then you saw him.

˚ ༘♡ he was in the bathroom, the door half-open, slumped in the narrow, grimy tub. the water was filled to the brim, cloudy and tinged with a faint, sickly hue. an empty soju bottle dangled from his hand, his head tilted back against the tiles. his shirt was half unbuttoned, clinging damply to his skin, his face pale and weary.

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t move. your breath caught in your throat as you took in what was haopening, the torment of the painful scene before you hitting you all at once.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you said, stepping into the bathroom, your voice horrified. “what the hell are you doing?”

˚ ༘♡ his head turned slightly, his gaze unfocused but intense enough to bore into you. his lips twisted into something that might have been a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “what does it look like?” he muttered, his voice slurred and thick.

˚ ༘♡ you crouched beside the tub, grabbing the glass bottle from his hand and setting it aside. “you’re out of your mind,” you said, your tone hard but trembling beneath the surface. “is this your plan? to drown yourself in this… this mess?”

˚ ༘♡ he chuckled, the sound brittle and malicious. “it’s not a plan,” he said. “it’s… it’s only easier. don’t you understand? everything’s gone. the money, the clients, the respect. i lost it all. so what’s the point?”

˚ ༘♡ you wanted to shake him, to drag him out of the water and back into the real world. instead, you stayed where you were, staring at the man who seemed so far removed from the one you thought you knew.

˚ ༘♡ “you think this fixes anything?” you murmured. “you think disappearing into this terrible motel will make it all go away?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t respond, just let his eyes drift to the chipped ceiling.

˚ ༘♡ you stood, your hands quivering as you turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel, tossing it at him. “get out of the tub,” you said, your tone leaving no room for argument. “dry off. sober up. and then figure out what the hell you’re going to do. because this?” you gestured around the room, your frustration emerging. “this isn’t an answer. it’s pathetic.”

˚ ༘♡ he flinched at the word, but he slowly began to sit up, the water sloshing over the edge of the tub. droplets clung to his skin, and his movements were sluggish, like he was dragging himself through quicksand. you didn’t offer to help, stepping back instead, arms crossed as the sound of water dripping onto the marble tiled floor.

˚ ༘♡ “oh my gosh, get yourself together,” you muttered, yet you sounded as if you were on the verge of tears.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t respond, just sat there for a moment, his shoulders slumped, his hair plastered to his forehead. eventually, he grabbed the towel, wrapping it loosely around himself as he climbed out of the tub.

˚ ༘♡ the atmosphere was suffocating, dense with unspoken words and unacknowledged fear. he walked past you without meeting your eyes, water pooling on the floor with every step.

˚ ༘♡ then came the knock.

˚ ༘♡ it wasn’t loud or insistent, only a single, deliberate tap against the door. your eyes snapping toward the sound. for an agonizing instance, neither of you dared to act, the atmosphere shifting into something more solemn, something grave.

˚ ༘♡ “who is that?” you asked, your voice unstable.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer, but his brow lowered, his unease evident. he took an unstable step toward the door, but before he could reach it, a card slid through the slit beneath.

˚ ༘♡ the stark white rectangle lay on the worn carpet, the edges crisp, as though it had been placed with care. you moved first, bending to pick it up, your fingers skimming the surface.

˚ ༘♡ when you flipped it over, you saw on one side there was a simplistic, unsettling design, a circle, a triangle, and a square, printed in bold black ink. the shapes were clean, symmetrical, and yet somehow they carried a dreadful presence.

˚ ༘♡ you turned the card over, the other side detailed a date, stating the twenty-third of june, and a location, which only stated it being as the same one was before, leaving you bewildered beyond comprehension.

˚ ༘♡ “what is it?” he asked, his voice rough, ridden with something between interest and dread.

˚ ༘♡ you held the thin piece of paper out to him, letting him take it from your hands. his expression darkened as he studied it, his fingers constricting around the card.

˚ ༘♡ neither of you spoke. the silence was unbearable, the air electric with implicit perplexity and the creeping realization that whatever this card was, it wasn’t random.

a/n: a little longer than my other works, please let me know your thoughts and if you would like me to turn this into a series. part three of the professor cho-sang woo series is also coming soon!! 🤍

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Pick A Pile - What makes you so magical? ❀

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Pile 1 - The Explorer (Mew Pudding)

4 of Cups reversed, Ace of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles reversed 

Wow! What an adventurous soul you are! You are someone that embraced the unpredictability of life and is always open to new experiences and willing to try out new ideas, not afraid of failure. You are unique and you have always been yourself, regardless of what anyone thinks. Maybe because of this, you rarely get bored or stagnant. Life may be unpredictable for you, but that’s what makes it so exciting for you. You like to constantly challenge yourself and step out of your comfort zone in order to grow as a person. With the willingness to open up to new experiences, unexpected doors may open and bring you new beginnings and abundance. This open-hearted curiosity that you have is your magic, it keeps life vibrant, full of surprises, and rich in growth.  You are quite literally the manifestation queen/king, everything that you desire, manifests itself. You may find that luck and abundance are gravitated to you quite frequently as you open yourself up to new pathways, particularly wealth. You don’t just dream, you take action to achieve that dream of yours and you are open to receiving its rewards. Just like the seeds of your dream that you have planted and nurtured with care and hard work. The plant has grown and is now bearing fruits. All you have to do is harvest the fruits of your labour.  What’s even more magical is that you are someone that isn’t afraid to let go when something or someone no longer serves you anymore, and maybe even draining you of your energy, such as a toxic person, toxic workplace, a bad habit. You recognise that they may be causing you problems are aren’t afraid to release them in order to protect your peace. You make conscious effort in not holding on too tightly and make an effort to release them. You’re a free-spirit, someone who has no problems going with the flow of life, instead of meticulously planning and controlling what’s going to happen in your life. And sometimes, the best results come when you surrender control and trust the universe. That’s your superpower. 

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Pile 2 - The Enchanter/Enchantress (Mew Zakuro)

9 of Swords reversed, The Devil, 2 of Swords 

Wow! Such a very powerful and magical trio of energy! What makes you so so magical is that somehow, everything just works out for you. You may be going through a stressful period or situation but somehow, the source of your stress always manages to fade away completely, be it intentional or not (especially the ones that stress and keep you up at night). These periods of stress often don’t last too long but it’s still always a huge sigh of relief once they go away. It’s like whenever something tries to break you down, you always face it head on and power through these situations, even if the situation seems uncertain, and yet, somehow it all work out and pretty well too. You are able to endure, survive then recover so well.  You also embody the ‘I don’t chase, I attract’ energy. You are also someone who has such charming personality that naturally draws people to you and wanting to connect with you. Attention just finds you, you don’t have to beg for it. After knowing you, people tend to be obsessed with you. They love your presence so much that it’s addictive to them (although it can breed unhealthy attachment). It’s like they are naturally hooked onto you, you are very popular within your family and friends, even acquaintances and everybody loves you. You are practically irreplaceable. In fact, your energy lingers around people even after you leave, like a good song that’s stuck in their head or a scent they can remember so vividly. They want to stay close to your energy as it may bring them comfort. Just be a little careful, people may envy you for your popularity and charming personality.  You are also almost always tasked with making the important decision, be it at home, school or work. You are the ‘important’ person in that place, be it accidental or not. In a sense, you are very much trusted and always tasked with making super important choices that can affect the people around you. And you’re calculative and careful and you think through and weigh your choices, the pros and cons. You don’t rush and are very thorough as you try to learn and gather as much information as you can before making the decision, being calm and collected. You don’t waver in the face of tough decisions and your intuition is strong and clear, letting you cut through any mental fog and enabling you to make the best decision during a tough situation, that’s what makes you so reliable. Ultimately, you are such a people person, you are not only charming, you are very careful as well in your work, and that might be why you’re so magical. 

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Pile 3 - The Harmonizer (Mew Ichigo)

The World, Justice reversed, 5 of Wands reversed

OMG who are you people? I would love to be like you guys! You have chaos under control. Even when things are on the verge on breaking down, somehow you just make it work. Like you have your life together so well that people want to be like you, they are inspired by you. You’re so reliable and trustworthy to people around you with the way you present yourself, you have such a warm and inviting energy, like a loving mother’s embrace and people feel so welcomed to ask you for help. They don’t feel judged or anything. You are the glue to your social circles, you hold them together and connect everybody together like a full circle, not leaving anyone out. And the most admirable thing about you is that you see things to the end, even when things get tough. You don’t give up or abandon ship halfway but you make sure you finish and don’t disappoint. It may be what makes you so accomplished in life.  You’re so kind and so willing to help that maybe sometimes you may find yourself mistreated or taken advantage of since you don’t expect anything back. Maybe someone finds that they can exploit your kindness. But everything comes at a price, your kindness isn’t free for people who have negative intentions. The scales of justice will always balance out for you, those who take advantage of you will always pay. Think of it like you’re a shop owner without a surveillance system in your shop. It’s either people pay honestly with cash when they buy your stuff or they shoplift, taking advantage of your shop that has no surveillance system. These people will be in a different pay, in a more harsher way, with karma. She will always get them for you and sometimes, not in the softest way. She makes sure they don’t repeat their ‘purposeful’ mistake, even if she has to punish them harshly. Even if no one sees the injustice done to you, the Universe is watching and keeping score.  You are someone who likes peace for more drama, so you tend to avoid conflict. You have the incredible talent of picking your battles carefully, which ones are worth fighting and which ones are not. You choose to protect your energy over petty drama. Even when you do fight, somehow things always work out. You may even make peace with the other party, mutually understanding each other even though both of you may not become friends. Overall, you’re a peace maker and you love to live your life gently rather than getting entangled in noise that doesn’t serve your soul.

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[jjennuine]

hi jennation, i know this post is very unexpected but it’s very necessary because we need a way for this to stop. a certain tumblr account has been going around harassing, hurting multiple people for around a year now. she has been under four identities from what me and a few other people know. ivy, lilou, lola, and gemma. you might recognize some of those names, and yes, they are all the same person. here are all of the details coming from one of the people she has hurt.

for starters, i had a mutual around july 2024–we were really close, and her name was lilou this time. used to be @ fleurhoons before she deactivated. she had done multiple things, gaslight me into making her most of her themes, headers, and layouts, with no credit to me whatsoever and i blindly let her use me for her themes just because she couldn’t do it herself. i have also given her my pinterest board for themes, even when i didn’t want to. and i have also made her tags during when she was @ fleurhoons .i have screenshot proof for most of the things she has done, and it’s linked here here and here.

she has said passive aggressive things to other mutuals i had been close with, and has admitted that she was obsessed with me, it threw me off, yet i still stayed. she would be creepily possessive, she would argue with me whenever i’d post someone else on my story or note on instagram for example. she would get angry if i didn’t do what she wanted, like for example, give her all my attention. she had lovebombed me, manipulated me, gaslighted me, and took advantage of me. she pressured me to do things i never wanted to do, she made me lose people i loved, she compared me to people when i didn’t do what she wanted, she drained all the energy out of me, and i don’t want her to continue going under so many identities hurting more and more people.

she had lied about multiple things, she lied about being korean and japanese as ivy, lied about being french and japanese as lilou, and i’m not surprised if she’s lying about being spanish as lola. she had always been controlling, and would make the excuse that she has bpd when she’d hurt me. she would text me from other accounts, multiple times telling me to unblock her, talked shit about me to other people, and that really hurt. but after a while, lilou deactivated her account.

when lola aka @ calabaeri came into the picture, she was really comfortable with me, oddly comfortable, and that made me suspicious, i thought i was crazy, but she was so familiar.

but as time passed knowing her, i knew she was lilou. her texting style, her voice messages, the way she would hurt me, the way she was fucking me up, it all felt too familiar. she was lilou, and so many people had noticed. as i talked to “lola” more, she kept doing the same things as what lilou did to me. be controlling, lying to me, manipulating me, multiple things that was all too familiar with lilou. i started distancing myself, but she would notice, it was overbearing. she would lovebomb multiple people, hurt them, and replace them.

she would cause unnecessary fights all the time, she’d get upset when i would get close with anyone else, shade them, insult me, all at the same time. when i finally blocked lola, she would go on a different account to stalk both my insta and tumblr, and admitted that to me. i blindly gave her another chance, and she admitted to creepy obsessive things that was scary to hear. she got high, went to me, and while she was sobering up she admitted that she had a weird obsession with me, a crush? on me, and that creeped me out. i wouldn’t explain it as a romantic crush, but i don’t even know how to explain what she was saying to me. and in the end? i don’t even know if she truly high or not. i blocked lola again, and she begged me not to, but it was scary. she talked shit about me to other people after that, she would be petty when i had access to her account still, it was weird, creepy.

and about @ oescil. that’s lola, and i don’t even know if her mutuals know it’s her.

my intention is not to stur drama, not at all, i’ve been silent about this for months, but i’m here because she’s hurting other people, she’s under multiple identities, and no matter who she is, she’s lying and finds a way to come to me again. be cautious of who you are talking to, because at the end they are people behind screens, capable of anything really, sorry for this really long rant post but it had to be done, thank you listening, and be careful.

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[chiara8104]

max x reader and they’re new parents and he has to leave reader for a triple header and when he gets back reader is real stressed and is on edge around him from the lack of sleep and he tries to comfort her and keep her at ease since she’s so reactive to everything.

Kinda hurt comfort fic☺️

sleep deprived - max verstappen x fem!reader

a/n: omg I love this idea!! it is so good!! anyway, my first ever fic!! I really hope u guys enjoy!! if u want to be on my tag list lmk!! requests are always open!!

summary: you hadn’t gotten sleep in a while, until your husband Max comes to help you out.

warnings: use of pet names, angst (turns into fluff in the end), some swearing (maybe like once) , NOT PROOFREAD, poorly translated Dutch (don’t come for me!)

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3:02am. You stare at your alarm clock, groaning when you hear the cries of your baby. You haven’t gotten a wink of sleep since you had your little girl, Violette. It’s been even more difficult when your husband, Max had a triple header this week. You slowly get out of bed, rubbing your tired eyes. Your body was tired, your eyes hurt from the sleep you haven’t gotten, closing desperately to get at least an hour of sleep.

You slump your way to your daughter’s room. She was getting louder, desperate for some type of connection from you. You grab her slowly and carefully, putting her in your arms. You pat her back slowly, shushing her from her screaming. “Why can’t you stay asleep,” you weep softly, you were drained. Your daughter had somewhat calmed down, her breathes becoming softer signalling she had fallen asleep. You breath out a sigh, putting her back into her crib and quickly going back to your bed. You finally had some time to yourself. You prayed Violette would stay asleep this time.

When you sat back on your bed, you hear the same cries you heard moments earlier. You let out a heavy sigh and swiftly went back to her room. Grabbing her and taking her to the rocking chair in the corner of her room. You shush her, but she wouldn’t budge, still screaming. You try everything you can but Violette wouldn’t stop crying. “Max please come home sooner,” you mumble. Slowly your eyes start to close, the rocking of the chair must’ve made you more tired than Violette.

This horrible routine continued throughout the week. You would wake up to Violette crying and screaming as she always would. You had given up on even getting a wink of sleep. You stressed about being a bad mother, not being able to get your daughter to sleep. You tried everything. At this point, it was rare for Violette not to cry.

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When Max arrived home from the triple header, he was excited to finally see his wife and daughter. He fiddled with his keys and opened the front door. “I’m home!” He yelled excitedly. He couldn’t wait for his wife to jump in his arms, give him a kiss and prepare him for a night full of cuddles. But you were nowhere to be found. Max looked around the whole house until he found you cooped up in Violette’s room, hair a frizzled mess, it looked like it wasn’t washed in days and eye bags dark and defined.

You looked at Max, smiling. “Max, baby, you’re home. Why didn’t you say anything.” Max looked at you contently and sat down next to you. He noticed you were reading a book on parenting. “Baby, why do you need to read this? You’re the best mother a kid could ask for.” He held your shoulder contently. You flinched at his touch and shooed him away, “Max, I haven’t slept in days. Violette has been crying every night.” You look up at him. Your eyes welling up with tears. “No, no, don’t cry. It’s okay I promise.” He wiped your tears from your cheeks. “No, it’s not okay. I’m so fucking tired Max. I need to sleep.” You stand up abruptly and leave the room.

Max followed your body as it left the room looking puzzled. You’ve never been like this ever. The concern of your state was filling Max completely. Until it was interrupted by Violette’s sobbing. Max hears your loud groan and walking back into the room. Grabbing her and leaving. Max followed you out and noticed how you were crying again. “Why won’t you sleep?!” You weep in between tears. Max slowly approached you. “Y/n.” He was ignored. “Y/n!” “What Max? What do you need?” You snap at him. Max paused, breathing slowly. “Baby, you need sleep. Let me take Violette-“ “-no, I need to look after her.” You take a step back. “Y/n, please.” Max took a step forward. Max pauses. He slowly grabs Violette out of your grasp. You rub your now, red, tired eyes. “Y/n, please get some sleep. You need it.” Max says sternly.

You slowly meet his gaze, smiling when your eyes connect. “Thank you.” You slowly walk to your shared room and close the door. Max stares at Violette, “well, I guess it’s just you and me now, huh.” He tickles her stomach, earning a giggle out of the baby. Max slowly walks back to Violette’s room and grabs her little lion plushie. Violette makes grabby hands at the animal and smiles when she receives the small plushie. Max and Violette continue to play with her toys.

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A few hours later, you wake up. Feeling… well rested? You let out a sigh of relief. You hadn’t slept that well since a few weeks ago. You hear silence. Something you had craved, it was rare when you heard the sound of your own footsteps. You walk to the bathroom, having a slower. Once you are done, you walk to Violette’s room to see Max and Violette sleeping together on the rocking chair. Their breaths slow, content. You smile at them and slowly walk over, shaking Max softly until his eyes flutter open, meeting yours. “Hey you, how are you feeling.” He croaks, voice hoarse from sleep. “So amazing,” you kiss him softly. “I love you so much Max” you pull back softly. He smiles against your lips “I love you too, liebe”

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authors note: this is my first ever fic! I hope you guys enjoyed!! my requests are always open!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hiii! This idea have been on my mind a lot x)

so, boyfriend!avenger!bucky barnes x girlffiend!avenger!fem!reader(wohooo)

basically- reader is just a high ranked Widow from Red Room, same as Natasha and Yelena. She and Bucky are in a relationship since Bucky came from Wakanda. They are going on missions together. Unfortunately, reader gets kidnapped on mission. She gets missing for nearly half a year, and everybody suspect she’s dead, but Bucky knows his girl better.

Hydra keeps experimenting on her, changing her DNA, making her able transfrom to animals(mainly black tigress and big black wolf). She doesnt has her mind wiped, she remembers everything. They put a collar on her, which everytime electrocute her, when she doesn’t listen. Her eyes, from bright blue, changes to deep, dark, blood red.

One night when team is sent to Hydra Base, they get attacked by a tiger. They see the hesitation in animal eyes and movements and quiet whimpers. The first person who knows its Y/N is Steve(cause Bucky is too drained and depressed to take part in missions). They rescue Y/N and take her in Avengers Compound to Bucky and tell him all about it. When Bucky comes to see her, she’s too afraid that he wont love her anymore, so she tries to hide anywhere. Bucky reassures her all about, and all the Avengers with help of Shuri tries to change Y/N to her human form. Its succesful and now she can shapeshift to tiger and wolf. She keeps wandering around compound in her tiger form, scarring all new recruits and of course Sam! Happy and with a lot of angst and fluff xoxo

hope you understand everything, thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Love You The Same » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend/Avenger!Reader with Steve Rogers and the Avengers

Summary: HYDRA somehow gets their hands on you while you’re on a mission and they experiment on you and changing your DNA to make you transform into a black tigress and a black wolf.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not you and Bucky), language, Black Widow!reader, shapeshifter!reader, HYDRA, kidnapping, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @ordelixx 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Let me know if you need backup, doll.” Bucky says.

“I will. The same goes for you, baby.” You say with a smile.

Like every mission, you and Bucky give each other a good luck kiss before the start of the mission. This mission, you and Bucky are with the rest of the Avengers at a HYDRA base to get information. Everything was going great until someone grabbed you from behind. The person covered your mouth with a cloth and took your ear piece and crushed it in pieces. You passed out by inhaling whatever chemical was on the cloth.

“Doll, I found what we needed.” Bucky informs you.

Bucky frowns, expecting you to respond back. Usually you respond to him within a few seconds, but you didn’t.

“Doll, you there?” He asks.

Bucky waited a few seconds, but you still didn’t respond. He assumed the battery on your ear piece went out so he looked all over the base for you, but he couldn’t find you. Then he thought you already got back on the quinjet so he went that way. You weren’t on the quinjet when he got on it.

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Bucky asks the Avengers.

“I thought she was with you.” Steve says.

“She was, but now I can’t find her. I looked everywhere.” Bucky says.

The Avengers knew what that meant, but they didn’t want to upset Bucky.

“What do you guys know that I don’t know?” Bucky asks.

“Buck…” Steve begins softly.

“No.” Bucky shook his head. “Y/N knows how to fight. She would’ve gotten away easily.” He says.

“Y/N is an incredible fighter, but maybe not in this case.” Steve says.

Bucky knew what Steve meant. He just didn’t want to believe it.

6 MONTHS LATER…

6 months go by and there’s still no sign of you since that day. Bucky, Steve, and the Avengers looked everywhere for you, but they couldn’t find you. As much as they hate to even think about it, but they assumed that you’re dead, except Bucky. He refuses to come to terms with you being dead. He knows you’re alive and still out there somewhere.

Bucky hasn’t gone on a single mission since that day. He hasn’t gone to meetings for upcoming missions either. Sometimes, he goes to the gym to punch the punching bag till it rips and sand is leaking out of it. Mostly, he stays in yours and his shared bedroom. He’s also been drinking a lot, but it’s not doing him any good since he can’t get drunk due to the Super Soldier serum. Steve and the Avengers are always checking on him and try to get him to leave the bedroom, but he doesn’t budge.

“Buck, you need to get some fresh air.” Steve says softly.

“I’m fine right here.” Bucky says.

“Y/N wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself.” Wanda says.

“What am I doing to myself?” Bucky asks.

“Not taking care of yourself.” Steve says.

“I’m trying, ok?” Bucky said. “I’m too drained and tired to do anything besides sit here.” He says.

Steve and Wanda could hear the tiredness in his voice, along with sadness. They didn’t want to keep pestering him about getting out of bed so they just left him alone.

Later that week, the Avengers, minus Bucky, went on a mission to a HYDRA base. The same base where you were kidnapped during the last mission Bucky went on. Getting inside of the base and roaming the halls was the easy part. Steve and Natasha could sense that something was off. They just couldn’t figure out what it is. Then they froze when they heard a low growl followed by a whimper.

“Did you hear that?” Steve asks Natasha.

“Yes. Is it a dog or something?” Natasha says.

“It’s not a dog.” Steve says.

Steve and Natasha stared at the tiger walking towards them. There was blood on the tiger’s mouth and paws. They didn’t move a muscle. The tiger stopped just a few feet away from them.

“Why isn’t it trying to kill us or eat us alive?” Natasha whispers.

“I don’t know.” Steve whispers.

Steve and Natasha froze even more if it’s even possible when the tiger walked closer to them. Steve noticed a collar around the tiger’s neck. He furrows his eyebrows as he stared at the collar. There’s a name on the tag of the collar that says “Y/N”. That’s when Steve figured it out. You’re the tiger.

“It’s Y/N.” Steve says.

“How?” Natasha asks.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” He says.

The tiger sat down and stared at Steve and Natasha as if they were about to give it a treat.

“Y/N?” Steve says softly and cautiously.

You tilted your head when you heard your name.

“It’s Steve.” He begins. “You don’t need to be scared.” He says.

You kept staring at him as he continued to talk to you.

“Do you remember Bucky? Your boyfriend?” He says. “He misses you. He’s not doing well.” He says.

You tilted your head like you understand everything he’s saying. You continued to stare at Steve as he slowly and cautiously approached you. Usually, someone approaching you sets you off, but you sensed that Steve is a trusting person. You head butted his hand, making you smile. You let out a small whimper like you’re trying to communicate with him.

“I’ll take you home to Bucky.” Steve says softly.

You head butted his hand once more before standing up and walking beside Steve and Natasha to the quinjet. The rest of the Avengers were already on the quinjet.

“Where the hell did you guys find a tiger?” Tony asks as Steve and Natasha got on the quinjet with you.

“It’s Y/N.” Steve says.

“How is that Y/N?” Sam asks.

“Her name is on the collar and she knows who I am.” Steve says.

The Avengers didn’t ask any more questions. Steve’s only priority right now is to get you home to Bucky. To the Avengers surprise, you’re very obedient as a tiger. They weren’t scared of you at all. Steve got you set up in a room before going to get Bucky.

“Bucky, I have amazing news for you.” Steve says as he walks in yours and Bucky’s bedroom.

“If it’s not about Y/N, I’m not interested.” Bucky says.

“Y/N is here.” Steve says.

“That’s not funny, Steve.” Bucky says.

“I’m being serious.” Steve says.

Bucky sat upright and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N is here?” Bucky asks, making sure he heard him right.

“Yes, but I should prepare you.” Steve begins. “She’s not her normal self.” He says.

“No one is their normal self after being tortured by HYDRA.” Bucky says.

“There’s that, but that’s not what I’m talking about?” Steve says.

“Then what do I need to be prepared for?” Bucky asks.

“It seems that HYDRA somehow gave Y/N powers to make her turn into a tiger.” Steve says.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at the thought of HYDRA experimenting on you.

“Where is she?” Bucky asks.

“Downstairs in the lab.” Steve says.

“Please tell me you guys didn’t chain her up.” Bucky says.

“We would never do that to her.” Steve says.

Bucky took a deep breath, preparing himself. He stood up from the bed and went downstairs to the lab. He stopped in the doorway of the lab, his breath hitching when he saw you in tiger form.

“Doll?” Bucky says softly.

Even as a tiger, you recognized your boyfriend’s voice and the nickname he always calls you. You turned your full attention to him. Bucky walked towards you and held his right hand out to you. You backed away until you walked backwards into the wall, thinking that Bucky wouldn’t love you the same way as he did before.

“Doll, you can trust me. You know I love you.” He says softly.

You stared at him for a moment before slowly approaching him. You head butted his hand, making him smile. Bucky crouched down to your level so he could hug you. You immediately melted into his touch and started purring.

“I’m so sorry, doll. I should’ve looked harder for you.” Bucky says softly, his voice cracking.

You could sense that he’s upset. You rested your chin on his hand and started purring like you’re trying to tell him that you forgive him.

“We’ll get this figured out and get you back to your human form, babydoll.” He says.

You gave him a kiss on his cheek in response, making him smile.

Bucky called Shuri and told her what happened to you and got her to the Avengers compound to help you get turned back to your human form. The Avengers are helping too. Bucky stayed by your side. He made himself comfortable on the floor in the lab by you. Your head was resting on his lap.

“You know, you’re cute as a tiger, doll.” Bucky compliments softly as he gently rubs his hand against your back, making you purr.

Shuri and the Avengers worked together to figure out something that’ll turn you back to your human form.

“This should work.” Shuri says, walking over to where you and Bucky are on the floor.

“What is it?” Bucky asks, staring at the syringe.

“It’s a medicine concoction that’ll turn her back to her human form. It’ll turn her back to her human form after I inject her with it.” She says.

“Do it.” He says.

Bucky made sure to keep you calm as Shuri injected you with the medicine concoction she made. You made a small whimpering noise when the needle pricked your skin under your fur.

“You’re ok, doll.” Bucky whispers.

It took a few seconds for you turn back into your human form. Bucky smiles, happy that it worked on the first try. He found a blanket and wrapped it around you.

“Bucky?” You asked softly.

“It’s me, doll.” Bucky almost whispers.

“I missed you.” You say, tearing up.

“I missed you too.” He says.

Bucky took you to yours and his bedroom to get cleaned up. You relaxed in the bathtub while Bucky cleaned you up. He saw marks on your arms from the time HYDRA experimented on you and red marks on your neck from the shock collar HYDRA put on you when you weren’t listening.

“I remember everything HYDRA did to me. They didn’t wipe my memory. All the needles and experiments hurt. They put some kind of shock collar around my neck and electrocuted me when I wouldn’t listen. I hated everything they did to me, Bucky.” You spoke softly, your eyes tearing up.

Bucky’s heart broke for you as he listened to every word you said. He wants nothing more than to kill every single HYDRA agent who experimented on you and hurt you. That’s the furthest thing on his mind. His main priorities are to protect and take care of you.

“You’re safe now, babydoll. They won’t hurt you anymore.” Bucky almost whispers.

Bucky helped you out of the bathtub and helped you dry off. You put on clean clothes and laid down on the bed. It feels good to be laying in a bed instead of a hard concrete floor for the first time in months. Bucky laid down behind you and protectively wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“The reason why I backed away from you earlier is because I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” You say.

“Why would you think that, doll?” Bucky asks.

“I’m a freak now.” You say.

“Never say that about yourself again. I love you no matter what, babydoll. You’re still the same woman I fell in love with when I came back from Wakanda.” He says.

“You don’t mean that.” You say, your voice cracking.

“I do mean it.” Bucky almost whispers.

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend. Bucky leans in and kisses you softly and passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” He whispers.

“I love you too, Bucky Bear.” You whispered back.

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Now that you know how to shapeshift in a controlled way without being harmed or experimented on, you sometimes walk around the compound in tiger form. You mainly do it to protect Bucky and the Avengers.

Bucky lets the Avengers know ahead of time that you’re going to shapeshift into your tiger form so they don’t get startled. He doesn’t tell Sam just to mess with him. Right now, Sam enters the lounge room and gets startled by you in your tiger form on the couch.

“God damn it! I told you not to scare me like that!” Sam says, putting his hand on his chest where his heart is.

Bucky was laughing his ass off. Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

“I hate you sometimes.” Sam says to Bucky.

“Sorry not sorry.” Bucky says, still laughing.

Bucky stopped laughing after a few seconds and took another few seconds to catch his breath from laughing.

“Come on, doll. Let’s go train the recruits.” Bucky says.

You jumped down from the couch and walked alongside Bucky to go train the new recruits. The recruits didn’t really seem scared of you. They were pointing at you and gossiping about you.

“Is there a reason why you guys aren’t training?” Bucky asks in his Sergeant voice.

“We were wondering why you brought your pet to work with you today.” One of the recruits said, making everyone laugh.

“First of all, never call my girlfriend a pet. Secondly, you guys are going to wish that you didn’t say that.” He says.

“Why?” The recruit asks.

“Doll.” He says, looking down at you.

You walked closer to the recruits like you were hunting prey and growled in a scary way at them. The recruits eyes went wide and they didn’t dare to move a muscle. You stopped scaring them after a few seconds and walked back over to Bucky and sat down on the floor next to him.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky smiles down at you, rubbing his hand against your head, making you purr.

-Bucky’s Doll

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Rightfully His…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3028

Summary: You thought your husband was a kindhearted, gentleman who was deeply in love with you. When you catch your husband murdering someone in cold blood you freak out and run away from him. Bucky is in search of you and is determined to find you. Will he kill you or will he claim what is rightfully his?

Warnings: Smut, teasing, rough sex, choking, possessive, mention of killing the reader a few times, pet name (sweetheart), brief violence mentioned & minor character killed.

A/N 1: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo 💜 (any mistakes in spelling & grammar are my own. I wrote this on my phone)

A/N 2: divider by @whimsicalrogers & header by me.

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It’s been two and a half weeks since you ran away from him. The life you thought you wanted with Bucky was a huge shame. You thought James “Bucky” Barnes was this kind-hearted businessman who swept you off your feet. He was a gentleman, ambitious, caring, protective, and the love of your life. Whatever you wanted, Bucky made sure you had it. It wasn’t about the money and lifestyle though it was how he treated you. He would worship the ground you walked on if you let him. This man was deeply in love with you and you with him.

Now, it turns out he’s a mobster who kills people for a living. Five years of marriage down the drain because you weren’t supposed to be home yet. You had walked in on Bucky interrogating a man strapped to a chair and begging for his life. That life was cut short in front of you as you let out a scream. Bucky looked up at you with both anger and regret in his eyes. He tried to talk to you but you were scared of him and slept in one of the spare bedrooms. Fearful he might kill you next for what you saw. Not wanting to risk it the next day you left. 

You had taken money from your bank account, passport, and clothes and fled your home. Going from bus to bus you traveled as far as you could from him and decided to stay in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Keeping your head down you rented out a motel room. You kept to yourself and hardly ever left the room. This was a temporary plan as you tried to figure out how to leave the country. Anywhere in the world was better than here. 

Where would you go? Could you move on from this marriage knowing who your husband was? What if he tried to find you? The stress got to you as you ran to the toilet to throw up your lunch. Flushing the toilet you go to the sink to brush your teeth. Your mouth is now minty fresh as you ponder the one question that keeps haunting you. Would he kill you if he ever found you? 

Your hands clenched around the sink as you took in your reflection in the mirror. The bags under your eyes show that you haven’t slept much since heading out on your own. Looking away from the mirror you head into the small room and sit on the bed. Your heart mourns for what could have been between you and Bucky. Now that future is no longer a dream for you.

There was a knock at your door that sent fear down your spine. Could it be him? You shake your head at the thought. There is no way he found you in this little town. Again the knock rang out in your room and you slowly made your way to the door. Looking through the peephole you see a woman holding towels. You open it slowly and are greeted by a friendly voice. 

“I have fresh towels for you hun. I know it’s been a few days since you switched them out.” She reached out to give them to you and politely you took them.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you mumbled. 

“If you need anything hun you just call down to the front desk and we will get it for you.” The lady turned around and started to push her cart to the next room.

You closed the door and set the towels down on the towel rack in the bathroom. A knock on your door rang out again and you wondered what she wanted now. Huffing you walked to the door and opened it up. There in front of you was your husband, Bucky. He placed a finger to your mouth to shush you. His deep blue eyes stared into your soul as he smiled at you.

“Hello, my beautiful wife. Happy to see me?” He chuckled as you stared at him in shock.

Bucky started to push his way into the room and shut the door. You wanted to scream for help but it died on your tongue. You walked backward until your legs hit the bed and you sat down, tears falling from your eyes. This couldn’t be real. How did he find you?

Bucky took in your features and sighed. He knew you were tired from running for the last two-plus weeks. He could tell you were scared of him and that didn’t help what he was feeling inside. Bucky wanted to yell at you and curse you for leaving him. But he knew you were too frail to take his anger. So he kneeled in front of you and grabbed your hand. 

“Do you know why I’m here sweetheart?” 

Slowly you nodded your head. “T-To kill me?” The tears continued to fall from your eyes as he just stared at you. There was nowhere to run anymore. This was the end of the line for you. 

There was a long silence between you both before he said anything. “As tempting as that is, no, I’m not here to kill you sweetheart. I’m here to take you home with me.”

You looked at him confused by what he said. “But I thought… I mean I saw you kill someone. Don’t mobsters like to tie up loose ends and get rid of witnesses?”

Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. “Most of the time, yes. But what you witnessed that’s on me for bringing my work home. Do you know why that man was murdered?”

You shook your head no. Did you even want to know at this point? The less you knew the better it was for you.

Wiping the tears that continued to fall from your eyes, Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead. “That man wanted to kill you. The thought of you being taken from me forever sent me in a rage. You’re my wife and I love you with every breath I take. I tortured that man until I got him to squeal like the pig he was. His reasoning to kill you was to hurt me and the empire that I’ve built. But I vowed to protect you on our wedding day and it still holds true today. I would rather die than see you hurt on my watch. So please understand why I did it. It was all for you.”

His words started to make you feel sick again. Someone wanted you to die? But who? You were merely a housewife. However, that didn’t seem true anymore. You were the housewife of a mobster who ran an empire in New York. He not only loved you deeply but he also killed for you. Killed in the name of love. 

“Bucky, I don’t know what to say. This is all too much for me to take in. So you just regularly kill people who threaten me? Was this the only guy or have there been more?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled. “This wasn’t the first and probably won’t be the last. It’s the head of a rival mob that wants you dead. That’s why you need to come with me so I can protect you. Can’t you see I need you by my side? I’m asking you to trust me and follow me out of here before someone gets to you.”

“How can I trust you Bucky? You lied about your work all these years and pretended to be someone else. It’s like I don’t even know you. How do I know this isn’t a lie to get me to leave with you so you can kill me?”

Your breaths start to pick up as you start to hyperventilate. You could feel the familiar panic attack start to hit. This was not how you saw this playing out. Bucky helped you with your breathing exercises to slowly calm you down. 

Bucky looked at you seriously. “You can trust me 'cause I’m your husband. I only lied about my job but that was to protect you. I see now I should have been honest with you from the beginning. But you do know me, sweetheart. I’m still the same man that you married. Please stop thinking I’m going to kill you. That breaks my heart every time you bring it up.”

Bucky stands up now and helps you to your feet. “We need to leave now, please.” He all but begs you. 

Catching your breath you look for your bag on the table and start to gather all the clothes and items you brought with you. Within minutes you are packed and Bucky goes to the front door and opens it. His best friend and right-hand man, Steve, looks back at him.

“The coast is clear, boss. Though I’m getting word someone is on their way here now.” 

Bucky looks back at you with his hand outstretched. “Come on, let's go home.”

Hearing what Steve said had you holding Bucky’s hand and walking quickly out of the room. Within seconds you are in a black SUV and being whisked away to the private airport just outside of town. Your hand clenched against his as you reached the airport. There was a private jet waiting on the tarmac as you both walked hand in hand and got on the plane. Within moments the plane was in the sky and you were both heading back to New York.

Exhausted from an emotional standpoint you found yourself in Bucky’s lap on the plane with your head under his chin sleeping peacefully. Steve sat in a seat opposite him and smiled at his friend. “I hope you’re right about this boss.”

When the plane landed Bucky woke you up gently by kissing your temple. Your eyes blinked a few times as you stretched your arms over your head. Bucky grabbed your hand again and you both exited the plane where another SUV was waiting to take you home. Driving back home the SUV pulled up to your house on the outskirts of the city. Exiting the SUV you and Bucky walked up the steps and entered the front door. It was exactly how you left it.

“I’m going to head to the bedroom so I can soak in the tub before bed. Is that alright with you?” You questioned, taking your husband's form in.

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s fine with me. I will be up in a minute or two.”

As you climbed the stairs you headed toward the bedroom and shut the door.

Steve watched you both in silence and didn’t speak until you were out of sight. “Do you think it’s smart bringing her back? She could be a liability. Maybe you should have stuck with your original plan after she left.”

Bucky turned to his friend and backhanded him causing Steve’s face to whip to the side. “The decision has been made and she is home now. I can’t live without her. Maybe if you found love Steven you would understand my decision.”

Heading up the stairs Bucky starts to think things out. Truth is it didn’t take them the full two and a half weeks to find you. As soon as you left New York there was a tail on you. Bucky always made sure someone was watching you at all times. So the first day you stepped into that little town he was notified of your well-being. He gave you two weeks to decide what you wanted to do. Were you going to fly and have him chase you around the globe or were you going to come quietly back home to him? Thankfully, you chose right, and now he has you back in his life again. Plus with you going to learn to trust him again he wouldn’t have to kill you after all. Yes, he contemplated it when you first left but his dark heart was against it from the start. He did love you and couldn’t wait to start a family with you. Now that you know the truth he could make you his Queen.

Walking into the bedroom he closed the door behind him. He could see you in the tub from where he stood and licked his lips. You were always a temptress to him and made him weak in the knees. Bucky was gonna make you his tonight to be sure you were never leaving him again. Slowly he started to undress as he made his way to the bathroom. By the time he stood beside the tub, his cock was rock hard. You stared up at him with doe eyes and exhaled with how big and thick his cock was standing at attention. It was something that still had you aching for him, for that stretch between your legs. 

“Sit forward sweetheart so I can sit behind you. I want to help you relax.”

You did as he said and made room for him to sit down. The tub was huge and could sit you both comfortably. Once he got seated he pulled your back to his chest and kissed your shoulder. His hands started to wander your body as you started making soft noises of pleasure. Every gasp and hitched breath made him want to take you more. But for now, he knew you needed this first to relax your mind, body, and spirit. He caressed your breasts and pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You arched against him moaning his name softly as his right hand descended your body and to his favorite spot between your legs. His fingers found your clit and started to rub it in slow circles making you whine cause you needed more pressure there. The more he teased you the more you whined against his shoulder. This is how he liked you, a moaning mess who begged for what she needed. 

“Please Bucky, I need you. I have to have you inside me.” Your hips moved to the way he was working you and suddenly he stopped, making you huff in frustration.

“I love it when you beg for me. If I’m going to take you it will be in our bed where I can fuck you like I hate you.” He growled out at you. 

Draining the tub both you and Bucky got out and quickly dried off. Heading to the bedroom Bucky grabbed you by the back of the neck and led you to the king-size bed. Reaching the bed he pushed you face down and grabbed your hips. Before you could say anything Bucky had thrusted his long, thick cock into you hard drawing out a pornographic moan from you. His pace was hard as he fucked you deeply. Your hands dig into the sheets as your husband takes you like a useless whore. His fingers dig harder into your hips as he groans above you.

“Take my cock. Every fucking inch of it.” He breathed out over and over. 

“Fuck, yes, Bucky. More…” you begged. 

Bucky’s left-hand moves to your clit and harshly starts rubbing it. In a matter of seconds, you are moaning his name loud for all to hear. Your walls clenching around him almost taking him over that hurdle but he quickly pulls out and flips you over to your back. He pushes you up the bed a little and re-enters you in one painful thrust. Your legs are around his trim waist while he is battering your pussy using you for his pleasure. His right-hand grabs your neck and starts choking you. Your hands fly up to his hand and try to alleviate the pressure on your neck.

“This pussy is mine. You are mine.” He growls out at you. “If you ever leave me again I swear no one will ever find your body. Do you understand me? Nod your pretty head if you understand.”

You frantically nod your head to the best of your ability. As Bucky pounds into your pussy over and over again. After a few punishing thrusts, Bucky feels your body tense around him as you silently scream your release this time taking Bucky with you.  Bucky lets your throat go as he cums with a roar painting your insides with his release.

You gasp for air while Bucky pulls out of you and collapses next to you on his side. The only sound in the room is you both panting in and out. Sex was always like this between you both, rough, hard, and exhilarating. But when he said no one would find your body if you ever left again made you nervous. Was he just saying things in the heat of the moment as usual? It had to have been ‘cause he promised never to hurt you. 

Bucky got up to clean himself off first then returned to the bedroom with a washcloth to clean you up. He was humming when you both crawled under the blankets to get ready for bed. You clung to his side as you rested your head on his chest. Bucky just wrapped you up in his arms and held you. 

“No one will ever mess with you ever again my love. For if they do they will feel the wrath of me pouring down upon them ten times over. You are my lover, my wife, my everything, and nothing will ever tear us apart again.”

“Yes, Bucky.” A part of you loved knowing he would always protect you. That he had the means to do so. The other part was terrified of what this man could do to not only his enemies but to you. Now you were too scared to leave his side ever again. 

You had drifted off to sleep as Bucky started to put a plan in place if you ever left him again. The house did have a nice basement that he could convert into a living area to lock you away from the world. He would never be without you again. I mean you’re rightfully his.

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p.2 asahi x feral reader w/ a size k!nk

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warnings. nsfw. minors DNI info. nsfw / build-up to more smut / phone sex / mutual masturbation / blue balls / suggestive conversation / gentle giant!asahi / mutual size kink / sweet asahi / long-mid distance issues / kuroo's sister!reader / kuroo cockblocking / kuroo being protective / 2.3k words / multipart series so reply to be added to taglist! haikyuu collection. more hq here! part one here. part three here. final part here. more links. my ao3. masterlist. requests open!

Your pencil twirled, tap-tap-tapping against your half-filled page of notes as you searched for the next header to copy for this dreadful, draining history class.

Anything to distract you from the fact that he hadn't called you.

The game was Tuesday- now it was Friday evening, and still, no word from him. Maybe you had something in your teeth when you spoke to him, or you smelled bad, or he just didn't like your hair. You had dedicated hours trying to figure it out.

A phone call was hard evidence he was interested in you. Practically a 'yes' to your fantasies, which had only gotten more unhinged with the hurt of this perceived rejection.

He still remained just a few minutes worth of your real energy on some ordinary day. But God, how you mourned for what could've been. How he would've filled you up, wrecking you with the satisfaction and excitement you yearned for.

buzz buzz. buzz buzz. buzz buzz. buzz buzz.

The sound initially deepened your already lackluster mood, because you learned to be disappointed with every call that wasn't from a Miyagi area code.

You were grateful that your eyes happened to glaze over the screen before you completed the swipe to ignore it.

A piercing scream of delight filled your entire house through a cracked bedroom door.

Tetsuro's unwanted, grating voice across the hall shattered your elevated state of bliss:

"SHUT UP!"

"YOU SHUT UP! I'M ON THE PHONE!"

You took a deep breath on the fifth ring and, shaking off the nerves by standing up out of your swivel chair, you swiped across the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is this (Y/n)?" A deep, rumbly voice made your knees weak.

"Y-es," Your voice cracked, tummy tingly, "Is this- Asahi?"

His name left your lips so well. You fell onto your back on your bed, pressing your thighs together at the sound of his reply.

"Yeah, that's me."

You hadn't heard his voice before, thinking hard about it now, because he didn't say anything to you in person.

"I thought you wouldn't call," You bit your lip in restraint, but kept the tension in your belly, "Why'd you keep me waiting for so long?"

A grumbly sigh on the other end gave you a full-body shiver. You crossed your legs.

"I was nervous," He admitted.

The giant did have a heart, after all. Curious, you smiled and looked up.

Your face fell.

"Get out of my room!" You shouted at Tetsuro, who was lingering in the doorway.

"How long have you been in here?!"

"I'm not in your room," He tested you by putting a foot inside, and didn't answer your question, instead pressing his own, "Who the hell are you talking to?"

It reminded you: A quick 'Hold on' and what you thought was the mute button--

You scrambled across your bed to the doorway to close it, but he dove out of the way and you ended up shutting him in. You flung it open again.

"Get out!!"

The demon-spawn was making for your phone, so you leaped onto his back and weighed him down to the floor instead.

"It better not be--," He grunted with effort as he shoved you off by the face, "Some country-bumpkin prick!"

There was no contact on the screen, so he couldn't be sure who you were talking to even with your phone in his hand.

"Who is this?" He interrogated, his torso leaning on your bed, his knee on your chest to keep you down.

You punched his leg over, over, and over again. He swatted at you while looking at your phone to figure out why nobody was responding to him.

It gave you the opportunity to push him off while his balance was uneven. You slapped your phone out of his hand and it clattered to the floor.

There was a violent hush over the two of you.

Tetsuro rose of his own accord, dodging a slap, and kicked your phone far under your bed with a grumble.

"Like I'm gonna just let that happen."

The door slammed behind him. You skittered up, opened it, then called after him, "Stay out!!"

You made sure to lock and barricade it this time.

When you leaned down to find your phone, it was impossible to reach with your hands or legs from either side of the bed. That asshole had made sure to kick it just far enough to make you get creative.

You had to tie together a ruler and a clothing hanger to retrieve it, then use your foot to leverage it out.

To your relief, the call was still active. But it wasn't muted.

Heart sunk halfway down your ribcage, you asked a grim question, "How much of that did you hear?"

His chuckle lifted your spirits instantly.

Almost as a conditioned response, you glanced to the door. It was still secure.

"I'm so sorry, my brother is the worst." You grumbled, climbing back into your bed with a sore face, hand, and knee.

Asahi's tone was clear and smooth.

"It sounds like he just wants to keep you out of trouble."

Your body jumpstarted again at that word. You wanted all the trouble he had to offer. You couldn't help but giggle, since his response sounded as if he was referring to himself.

"I know how to handle myself," You grinned, "I'm only a year younger than him."

"He's a senior, isn't he?"

"Mhm."

"So you're a second-year."

"Mhmm," You could listen to him talk all day. Your hand rubbed over your prickled chest, savoring his voice against your ear.

"Good. I feel like less of a creep, now."

In his admission you could hear his lips curl into a smile- your covered your mouth and kicked your legs in the air.

"Don't tell me you thought I was a first-year," You teased with false surprise.

"I-," He sighed, a little labored, and something shifted against the receiver, "Knew it was a possibility."

His standards aside, your interest moved to the extra sound on his end of the line. You prayed it was something risque.

"What else do you wanna know about me?" You stretched your legs up and watched your blank ceiling, biting your lip in wait for his response.

The way he towered over you- his frame was perfect for your fantasies. You imagined him leaning over you now, legs draped over his massive shoulders.

"What made you want to give me your number?"

Another shift, a heavy sigh. You couldn't raise the volume any higher, nor could you hold the phone any closer to your ear to try to hear what he was doing.

In the hopes that he was dirtier than he wanted to let on, you smiled at the freedom to paint his imagination.

"Hmm..." You drawled.

An eager hand dipped between your legs, with one last glance to the door, and you palmed yourself through your shorts while you spoke.

"Your serve really did it for me," As you recalled that last hit, you heard him shift again, "I like your look- y'know, the whole samurai vibe--,"

Asahi laughed a little, making you grin.

"-I think it's really hot."

A pause. "Wait- really?"

"Yeah!" You giggled, "You're a good mix of cute and scary, that's a huge turn-on."

"Wow."

Maybe it was a bit forward of you to say, but so was everything else until this point. Your breath stalled, hoping that was a good wow. It felt so quiet for so long. Everything was still on both sides.

You sat up after a few moments, pulse quickening, and you bit your finger to keep from blurting out another stupid claim. It must've been too much- you were just about to hang up when you heard a quiet, different tone through the speaker.

"What are you wearing right now?"

Mouth open, you made sure to click mute before squealing into your pillow-- when you came up, teary-eyed from the pressure and excitement, you had to catch your breath.

Your voice was slightly hoarse when you unmuted yourself and asked, calmly, "Do you want me to lie to you?"

Thrown in a dumbing whirl of arousal, you went to reach for a vibrator, but realized the sound would probably be too much. You opted for your own fingers instead and tried hard to visualize his heavy hand over yours.

"Shit-," He huffed an uneven sigh, "Go for it."

Did he have any idea how sexy he sounded? You hoped he did- you hoped he knew exactly how to touch you, pleasure you, break you, then put you back together.

Your raised, flirty tone didn't match your answer, "Nothing."

The rumble of his laugh guided your hand to swirl small, soft circles around your clit. Your chest rose and fell a little faster, chasing the budding tightness that was finally coming back to you.

"What are you doing right now?" You couldn't help but ask. It was too tempting to wait around for him to tell you.

"Mm, I'm talkin' to you," He evaded. His smirk was audible through the phone.

His slight regional accent was so perfect. To Hell with city boys, you wanted this big, gruff countryside boy.

He laughed at your whine.

"I wish you weren't so far away," His tone lowered to a bare mutter- it was dripping in lust, but he covered it with a thin veil of wariness.

Your fingers felt so good, but his reminder only made you more sensitive to how you could never fulfill the ache deep inside without him right here, in Tokyo.

You could appreciate how he still kept his cards close. You weren't as patient as him- but upon your inevitable frustration that he wasn't as candid as you, the realization that it was the safer outcome dawned on you. If he wasn't so careful, he might hurt you.

Still, you were riding gentle, pleasant waves while you daydreamed through your response.

"How long would a train ride be?"

He didn't have to tell you how pretty you sounded for you to know. The little raise at the end of your sentence, the tiny waiver in your voice, you knew he liked it.

The quiet seethe on his end confirmed this. He told you without having to look it up, "Hour and a half."

Your pussy practically shut down.

"I could do that," You lied. Your brother would explode if he found out you hopped on a bullet train by yourself to go see some Karasuno boy- and he would. He always did.

Another low laugh. It fixed everything. You threw your head back again, fingers in your mouth so your fingers could slide a little better.

"Don't sound so disappointed," He cooed, "Me and the guys are gonna be in town for the weekend- and I was just thinkin'--,"

"Oh my god, yes. Whatever you're about to say, yes."

His distant 'Damn' away from the phone made you blush. You stopped touching yourself, just for the time being.

"There's just one problem."

You waited for the reveal without responding, then realized he wanted you to ask him.

"What?" You giggled at the weird pause.

His laugh was faint through the rest of his point, "Your brother."

You squinted at your ceiling again with a grumpy sigh. He was right. In fact, you were sure he didn't know the extent of how right he was. Your family was on Life360, and he had your location at all times.

If you turned your phone off, or deleted the app, or put it on 'battery saving-mode' he'd know, and it would be more ground to question you on.

It wasn't the tattling that bothered you, it was his nosiness in the first place.

The last time you snuck out to go see a boy further in the city, he followed you and ruined your movie date by kicking the back of his chair for half of the film. He drove you home and grilled you the entire way back.

"Fuck," You sighed, sitting up with a bit of a tummy-ache from your abandoned orgasm, "Yeah."

It sounded like he was moving again, but he was less flirty, and it made you think he maybe put his dick back up to think better.

"He actually called our team captain, Daichi. We were uh, still on the way back from the game. On the bus. And he put it on speaker."

Your jaw dropped again.

"Said he'd- ha-ha, he said he'd castrate anyone who touched you."

An annoyed sound left you.

"Don't tell me you believe that," You laughed pitifully.

Part of you believed it, so you wouldn't blame him if he did. That same days-long disappointment was creeping back.

Asahi considered his answer. He landed on, "I think... ah, I don't know. I think being cautious is smart."

You nodded slowly, but he couldn't see.

"I still wanna see ya," He added.

You grinned, relieved, and a little aroused again at his drawl, "Good."

It still left the obvious problem. You deliberated on what you could do. A glance to the locked door gave you one idea. Another glance to the window elaborated on it.

How could you see him, not leave the house, and have your brother not know at the same time?

Your question was slow as you slid off of your mattress and started to test the reliability of your window frame.

"How good are you at climbing?"

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