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I like to think that one of the mark variants accidentally stepped on chibi-sized reader without realizing and starts panicking, thinking they killed them. Until reader re-inflate themselves just like a rubber duck, squeaking angrily and stomping away.
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That's adorable! It reminds me of that fanart by venompeach (?) of Chibi Mark getting squeezed but not feeling pain, he was only insulted lol.
inside the little theatre:
other marks: (panicking) where is YN?!
flaxan: everyone, quiet! do you hear that?
other marks: ...
???: mmmffph!
prisoner: it sounds like it's under--oh god! (flies up)
chibi reader: (inhales then glares at everyone) hmph! (starts waddling away)
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charlie and lola eye color headcanon
#charlie and lola#lola sonner#charlie sonner#marv lowe#morton lowe#lotta zehype#mini reader#arnold wolf#evie#headcanon#fanart#digital art#my art
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sylus always answers your calls. always. no exceptions.
he could be in the middle of a gun fight or a messy interrogation but when he hears the inside joke of a ringtone he set for you, he uses his evol to shackle everyone in place while he answers, calm and collected as can be.
âkitten, itâs late in linkon â you should be sleeping. no, iâm not busy at the moment.â a cold glare is the only warning his enemies get to stay quiet. âwhat do you need?â
some of the worldâs most powerful and feared men have had their final agonizing moments prolonged by listening to the leader of onychinus sweet-talk you.
#how much do you want to bet his ringtone for mc is just cats meowing#love and deepspace#love & deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace sylus#sylus#lads x reader#mini headcanons#my writing
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shut up!!
#orv fanart#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#yoo joonghyuk#kim dokja#joongdok#i'm still reading it#after seeing the mini kim dokja i absolutely had to draw him with big joonghyuk!!!! >_<
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But you could swear you locked all the windows!
#lavi#yandere incubus#yandere incubus x reader#yandere demon#artists on tumblr#digital art#male yandere#yandere#male yandere x reader#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere art#yandere oc#original yandere#oc#original characters#yandere original character#mini comic#manga#yandere manga
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It was way over 9pm, which means it was past your little daughter's bedtime.
And yet not a strand of the white haired toddler could be seen throughout the mansion ever since the Crow Twins started a Hide-and-Seek game right after dinner hours ago.
You were getting worried, agitated even, and it didn't help that Sylus seemed so calm and nonchalant about it. His amused eyes followed your every step as you looked through rooms after rooms to find your little girl.
The deep chuckle he lets out when you stomp your feet in frustration, both hands planting on your hips as you glared up at him, "Are you going to help me find your little fiend or not?"
Sylus gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest in a feigned shock as he gazed at you with a pout. "Fiend? My dear, our daughter is an angel."
You rolled your eyes, storming towards him and poking on his chest with an annoyed grumble. "She will be an angel once you put her to bed now or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight, my darling insufferable husband."
From the upper stairs, Luke and Kieran snickered quietly, not wanting to be the receiving end of your wrath. Their eyes flickered upwards towards the source of your headache then back to Sylus who coincidentally locked sight with the twins with a knowing look.
Luke and Kieran immediately straighten up with a playful salute as they disappear down the hallway, knowing full well you were going to whoop their asses sooner or later when Sylus finally revealed the whereabouts of his mischievous little daughter with an equally playful grin in his tone.
"Have you tried looking up, sweetie?"
You paused, confused until you looked upwards where Sylus oh so casually pointed, specifically towards the large antique chandelier in the middle of the room - where your little daughter was dangling upside down, her dragon tail curled firmly around the metal and her small wings fluttering excitedly as she let out a high-pitched squeal at finally being found by you.
Meanwhile you nearly had a heart attack right then and there.
"SYLUS GET HER DOWN HERE NOWWWW!"
#tinaa.blurbs!#crackfic#somewhat modern AU?#crow family#but also papa dragon and daughter dragon#Luke and Kieran being a menace who suggested their Mini Boss to hide on the chandelier#r.i.p Sylus gettin an earful later#lads fanfic#sylus fluff#lads sylus#lnds sylus#sylus x mc#sylus x reader#sylus x y/n#sylus x you#love and deepspace
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Would I request some Lando daughter, where she dresses up as driver for Landos home gp. But instead of Lando, she is dressed like Max? You don't have to wrote this if you feel uncomfortable. But thank you in advance! đ©·đ©·
Betrayed by my own daughter



Silverstone was buzzing.
Fans draped in orange, papaya, red, and occasionally neon green had already gathered around the McLaren hospitality area, cheering and chanting from behind the fences. The air was thick with adrenaline, petrol, and the occasional whiff of overpriced track fries.
Inside the McLaren content room, Lando was bouncing on the balls of his feet, energized not just by the home crowd but by somethingâsomeoneâmuch more personal.
âI canât believe sheâs finally coming,â he grinned, tugging slightly at the collar of his team shirt.
Oscar, fiddling with a mic attached to his shirt, raised a brow. âYouâve literally mentioned her every five minutes since we landed in the UK. Iâm surprised you havenât made a countdown chart.â
âI did,â Lando replied. âItâs on my fridge at home.â
Oscar snorted. âOf course you did.â
The production crew was setting up for one of those cheesy but charming pre-race content bitsâ"Oscar vs Lando: How Well Do You Know Your Teammate?" or something along those lines. Lando couldnât concentrate. His mind was already on the moment Cisca and Adam would arrive⊠with his daughter.
Three-year-old Yn. The sun, moon, and stars of his universe. The reason he got up every morning and the only person allowed to steal his last slice of pizza.
It was her first-ever Grand Prix in person.
He had beggedâno, petitionedâto have her at his home race. Because Silverstone wasnât just a race; it was his race. The one where the fans were the loudest for him. And having Yn there made it a thousand times more special.
âI swear, if she falls asleep during quali, Iâm quitting the sport,â Lando muttered, though his eyes twinkled.
Oscar laughed. âMate, sheâs three. Her job is to sleep through stuff and embarrass you in public.â
Before Lando could respond, the door opened, and a production assistant peeked in.
âTheyâre here,â she said.
Lando lit up like a McLaren steering wheel. âYES!â He bolted toward the door, practically shoving the assistant aside. âOscar, come on!â
Oscar followed, only to pause and clutch the doorframe for support as he saw the trio approaching from down the hallway.
Cisca, warm and smiling. Adam, holding a small pink backpack. And between themâwalking with the purposeful swagger of someone whoâd just been knightedâwas Yn.
Wearing.
A. Full. Red Bull. Mini. Race. Suit.
Complete with a toddler-sized replica of Maxâs helmet tucked under one arm like a football.
Oscar doubled over instantly. âOH MY GODâNO WAY.â
Landoâs steps faltered.
His mouth opened.
Closed.
Reopened.
Then justâ"What in the actual hell?"
Yn squealed when she saw him. âDADDY!â She ran, tiny shoes slapping against the floor, and Lando crouched down with arms open to scoop her up, still staring at the blasphemy she was wrapped in.
âHi, my baby girl,â he breathed into her soft brown curls, hugging her tightly. Then he pulled back and looked at her again.
âOkay. Uh. Letâs just⊠letâs unpack this.â
Yn grinned up at him with all the confidence of a seasoned Max Verstappen fan. âDo you like it, Daddy? Look! I match Max!â She twirled, proudly showing off the full race suit, complete with tiny logos and an accurate â1â on the back.
Lando blinked rapidly. âYou⊠match Max.â
Oscar, behind him, had collapsed onto a bench, laughing so hard tears were streaming down his cheeks.
âSheâs his biggest fan,â Cisca offered innocently, trying not to smile too wide.
âTraitor,â Lando muttered under his breath.
Yn squished his cheeks between her tiny palms. âMax is my favwite, Daddy. He wins a lot.â
Lando looked to his parents for help.
Adam held up his hands. âDonât look at us. You know she made her own mind up weeks ago.â
âI bought her McLaren socks,â Lando said helplessly. âI took her to the sim. I gave her papaya pancakes, for Godâs sake.â
Oscar was now lying flat on the floor, wheezing. âSheâs got the helmet. THE HELMET!â
Yn lifted the helmet proudly. âWanna see, Daddy?â
âNo,â Lando said instantly.
She opened it anyway.
It was perfect. A 3-year-old sized Verstappen helmet, matte blue with orange accents, customized with little star stickers, one of which said "MAX #1" in glitter.
Lando clutched his chest.
Yn squinted up at him. âCan Max win this race, Daddy? I fink you can be second!â
Oscar howled from the floor.
âEt tu, Brute?â Lando whispered dramatically, holding Yn like a Shakespearean tragedy.
âBut I still love you too, Daddy,â Yn added quickly, placing a sticky kiss on his cheek. âI just think Max is a bit cooler.â
âA bitââ Lando looked personally offended.
Cisca stepped in gently. âSheâs three, darling.â
âSheâs wrong,â Lando replied, tone full of betrayal.
Oscar tried to sit up, wiped tears from his eyes, and wheezed, âTell her what team Iâm on, Yn.â
Yn turned and gave Oscar a cheerful grin. âDaddyâs team! Papaya team!â
Oscar raised a fist triumphantly. âThatâs right! Iâm the favorite driver now, Lando. Youâve officially been dethroned.â
Lando pointed an accusing finger. âYou bribed her. Youâve been giving her stickers.â
âI did not bribe her,â Oscar said proudly. âHer love is pure.â
âLike Maxâs driving,â Yn added with a sage nod.
Lando narrowed his eyes. âYou did not just say that in my garage.â
She blinked at him, then gave him a toothy grin and whispered, âMAX MAX MAX SUPER MAX.â
Oscar was on the floor again.
Cisca was now openly laughing.
Lando turned to Adam. âWhy didnât you stop this?â
âShe said she wanted to dress up,â Adam said. âWe gave her options.â
âWhat were the options?â Lando asked suspiciously.
âMax⊠or Spiderman.â
Lando dragged a hand down his face. âI shouldâve taken her to meet Yuki when I had the chance. Kid loves a short king.â
Yn tugged at his collar. âCan I wave at Max from the pit lane, Daddy?â
âI mean, I guess,â Lando muttered.
Oscar popped up. âPlease, please let her do it in full gear. Imagine Max seeing a tiny version of himself waving at him from the papaya garage.â
Lando gave Oscar a death glare. âYouâre enjoying this too much.â
âIâm framing this day,â Oscar said. âIâm tattooing that mini helmet on my arm.â
Lando looked down at Yn again, his eyes softening despite everything. âI love you, you know that?â
âI love you too, Daddy,â she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
âYouâre still grounded.â
Yn giggled. âBut I wanna sit with Max for the driver parade.â
âYou will sit nowhere near him.â
âBut he lets me wear his cap,â she argued.
âI will fight a four-time world champion for you,â Lando said solemnly.
Oscar had to sit down again.
Cisca patted Landoâs shoulder sympathetically. âItâs okay, sweetie. Itâs a phase.â
âYeah,â Oscar said. âA championship-winning phase.â
Lando looked at the ceiling and sighed. âGod, give me strength. And maybe⊠maybe a mechanical failure for Red Bull. Just one weekend. Please.â
Yn pulled on his ear. âCan we go find Max now?â
âAbsolutely not.â
âI have a present for him!â
âWhat?! What present?!â
Yn pulled a poorly wrapped gift out of her pink backpack. âItâs a drawing of us racing together! He wins though. I put you in the background!â
Oscar took one look and collapsed again.
Lando looked to the heavens.
Silverstone had never hurt so much.
Oscar was still chuckling when Lando walked back into the McLaren garage, holding Yn in his arms like a football, her tiny legs kicking happily in the air. The three-year-old had her arms around his neck, completely unfazed by her fatherâs mild identity crisis.
âShe said Max is her favorite,â Lando whispered to Oscar again, horrified. âShe said she wants him to win, mate.â
Oscar bit his knuckle. âI was there, remember? I almost cried from laughing.â
Lando shot him a look. âYouâre not helping.â
Oscar shrugged, smug. âIâm not trying to.â
But before Lando could come up with a witty comeback, a familiar figure stepped into the garage, tall and suspiciously smug, like heâd just scored a hat trick in football instead of driving a race car. Maxâs Red Bull gear caught the bright overhead lights like it was made of gold. Lando turned slowly, almost dramatically, as if the universe had truly betrayed him.
âNo. Nope. You. Out,â Lando said, pointing at Max as if that would magically make him disappear.
Max just raised an eyebrow and kept walking, a cheeky smile spreading across his face.
âHello, McLaren boys,â he said, his accent thick with mischief. âI heard you have a very fashionable little fan in here.â
Yn wriggled in Landoâs arms the second she spotted him.
âMaaaaax!â
Landoâs heart cracked in half.
Yn wiggled down faster than he could stop her. She hit the floor running and sprinted across the garage like it was her own personal track.
Max crouched down just in time for her to barrel into his arms, tiny hands tugging at the sleeves of his race suit.
âLook!â she squealed, stepping back and holding her arms out. âIâm just like you today! See? I have your helmet! And your suit! And I want you to win!â
Max beamed like heâd just won the championship again. âI see! You look amazing! You might be even faster than me.â
Yn gasped. âReally?â
Lando groaned loudly from behind them. âOh come on. Sheâs three, not contract-eligible.â
Oscar patted his shoulder sympathetically. âLet go, mate. Itâs happening. You lost her.â
Max chuckled, standing up and letting Yn tug him toward the small driversâ lounge area. âI guess I should thank you, Lando,â he said. âRaising my number one fan? Thatâs dedication.â
âI swear to Godââ Lando started, but he was cut off by his own daughter.
âDada!â Yn called sweetly, holding up a Barbie doll as if it were the Olympic torch. âI brought extra Barbies! Max can play with me now.â
Oscar immediately perked up. âHold on. You have Barbies? Why didnât you say so earlier?â
âBecause we were supposed to film,â Lando grumbled.
âOh shush,â Oscar said, already sitting cross-legged next to Max and Yn like a dedicated toddler at heart. âThis is premium entertainment.â
Lando watched, arms crossed, as his childâa proud British citizen born into Papaya loyaltyâgiggled while handing a sparkly pink Barbie to Max.
âSheâs a race car princess,â Yn explained very seriously. âBut she also likes dragons.â
Max nodded solemnly. âNaturally. Sheâs very versatile.â
Oscar held up another Barbie. âThis one looks like sheâd drive for Ferrari.â
âI call her Crashiella,â Yn whispered dramatically.
Oscar wheezed.
Lando finally caved and dropped to the floor with them, sighing as he plucked a Ken doll from Ynâs backpack. âAlright, fine. Iâll be Ken. But Iâm not happy about it.â
Yn gave him a bright smile and kissed his cheek. âThank you, Dada. Ken is important too.â
âKen is emotionally repressed and drives a van,â Lando muttered.
Max grinned. âSounds familiar.â
âDonât start,â Lando warned.
Yn was too busy making her Barbie do backflips to notice the tension between the three grown men now hunched over her toy kingdom. She was in her own world, narrating a Barbie-verse that had dragons, pit stops, and a glitter volcano.
âMax,â she said suddenly, crawling into his lap like sheâd done it a thousand times. âDo you want to be the dragon or the race car?â
Max blinked. âCan I be both?â
She looked at him, wide-eyed. âYou get it.â
Oscar snorted. âThis is the greatest day of my life.â
Lando sighed again. âShe was supposed to wear Papaya, you know. I had her outfit picked out and everything. Tiny McLaren jacket. Tiny headset. She was gonna do finger guns with me in the paddock. It was going to be iconic.â
âAnd instead,â Max said, holding a Barbie with a glittery tiara and a championship trophy, âsheâs handing me her Barbie like Iâm Santa Claus at a motorsport mall.â
âShe hugged you longer than sheâs hugged me all week,â Lando muttered.
âShe said Iâm her favorite Papaya driver!â Oscar chirped. âIâm still loyal to the brand.â
Lando gave him a deadpan stare. âYou betrayed me, Oscar. You gave Max intel.â
Oscar shrugged. âIt was just too good not to share.â
âTraitor.â
Max chuckled, brushing a strand of Ynâs hair back gently. âSheâs very smart. And very funny.â
âShe gets it from me,â Lando said, a little too fast.
Oscar raised an eyebrow. âDebatable.â
âDeeply debatable,â Max added.
Yn suddenly climbed onto Maxâs back, wrapping her arms around his neck like a koala. âYouâre the best dragon ever, Max.â
Landoâs eyes narrowed. âOkay. Thatâs enough bonding for today.â
âBut Dadaaaaaââ
âNap time. For you. And maybe for me.â
Oscar chuckled. âIâll bring snacks later. And a therapist.â
âMake it two,â Lando grumbled as Max stood up carefully, Yn still clinging to him like a backpack.
As they headed toward the hospitality area, Max turned back with a smug smile.
âThanks for raising my biggest fan, mate.â
Lando groaned again. âI hate Silverstone.â
Oscar laughed so hard he nearly choked on air.
On Sunday, the roar of the crowd still echoed in Landoâs ears as he peeled off his gloves, heart racing not from the adrenaline of winningâbut from what came next.
He had done it.
Heâd won Silverstone.
His home Grand Prix.
With Charles just behind him in P2 and Oscar wrapping it up in P3, the podium was already sweet. But Lando didnât even make it to the media pen before he was runningâsprintingâtoward the McLaren garage.
Because there was someone waiting for him.
Someone small. Someone loud. Someone who wore Red Bull gear just two days ago and stabbed his soul with a smile.
But maybeâmaybeâCisca had worked her magic.
He threw open the garage doors, still half-drenched in champagne, helmet under one arm, and breathless from happiness.
And then he saw her.
Standing there by the back of the garage, little hands fiddling with the zipper on her suit, tiny feet kicking at the floor, was his daughter.
His three-year-old daughter.
And she was dressed like him.
Not just like âvaguely McLaren-themed,â not a neutral orange hoodie.
No.
A miniature McLaren race suit, tailored perfectly to her tiny frame. Her curly hair poked out from under a child-sized replica of his neon green helmet, perched just slightly askew on her head.
It was like staring into a mirrorâif that mirror was about three feet tall and cuter than anything in the world.
Lando froze.
âOh my God,â he breathed. âIâm gonna cry.â
Cisca looked up from the chair nearby, a proud smile on her face. âShe picked it herself this morning.â
âShe did?â he whispered, his voice cracking.
Cisca nodded. âSaid she wanted to be like her Dada.â
And that was it.
Lando dropped everything.
Helmet, gloves, all of itâforgotten on the floor as he launched toward his daughter.
Yn looked up just in time for him to swoop her off her feet and into his arms.
âMini me!â he exclaimed, spinning her around as she squealed with laughter.
âDadaaaaa!â she giggled. âYou won!â
âAnd youââ he said, stopping to hug her tight, ââyou look like the coolest human being on this entire planet.â
âIâm you today!â she said proudly, patting her tiny chest.
âI KNOW!â Lando yelled dramatically. âI CANâT BREATHE FROM THE CUTENESS!â
He kissed her head a thousand times, nuzzling her soft temple, ignoring the champagne sticky in his hair and the way his eyes were definitelyânot reallyâwatering.
âDoes this mean Iâm your favorite again?â he asked, peering down at her with fake suspicion.
Yn tilted her head, thinking. âUmmmmmâŠâ
âDonât you dare say Max.â
She giggled harder, covering her face with her hands. âYou AND Max!â
Lando gasped. âYouâre diplomatic now? Three years old and already doing press-approved answers?â
Yn gave a toothy grin and held out her arms. âCan you hold me, Daddy?â
âYES I CAN!â he said, lifting her high like Simba in The Lion King. âEveryone, look at my child! She is me now!â
The McLaren crew burst into applause and cheers, some filming the moment on their phones, others tossing confetti they hadnât even unpacked yet.
Oscar poked his head in, still grinning from their podium celebration.
âWell, well, well,â he said, crossing his arms. âLook who switched sides.â
âShe saw the light,â Lando replied, smirking.
âShe is the light,â Oscar added, booping Ynâs nose. âYou look amazing, Miss Papaya.â
Yn clapped excitedly. âCan I get my own car now?â
Lando gasped. âWeâll get you a go-kart tomorrow.â
Cisca from the back: âLando.â
Lando: âA pretend one! Maybe!â
Oscar was already pulling out his phone.
A few hours later, the internet was already flooded with pictures and videos of the race. But nothingâand Lando meant nothingâwas more important than the Instagram post he carefully crafted.
@lando.jpg
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Silverstone was nice, BUT LOOK MY DAUGHTER IS DRESSED LIKE ME!!!! đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ąđđđ
đšâđ§âđŠđ #MiniMe #PapayaPrincess #SilverstoneWin #DadLife
@oscarpiastri I have been replaced and I accept it. Long live Mini Lando. đđ§Ą
@charles_leclerc Sheâs a better version of you. Does she drive cleaner too? đ
@maxverstappen1 Excuse me. I thought we had an agreement. Betrayal. Pure betrayal. đ€đ¶đ»đïž
@danielricciardo When can I babysit?? Iâll teach her shoeys. đŸđж
@alex_albon So this is the most powerful creature in motorsport. Understood.
@georgerussell Tell her Uncle George is making a custom helmet for her. Needs sparkles. Non-negotiable. âš
@lewishamilton Sheâs iconic already. The grid isnât ready for her debut.
@papayagirl1998 SHEâS THE CUTEST LITTLE THING IâVE EVER SEEN đđđđ
@yn_fanclub Who do I contact to buy that tiny race suit? For research.
@maxfansunite We lost her to McLaren... but sheâll always be part Red Bull in our hearts đâ€ïžđ
@landoandyn The way he looks at her. Stop it. Iâm sobbing.
@barbiespeedway I want a Barbie version of Mini Lando RIGHT NOW.
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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!
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thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished â the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.
as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!
of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means â a tool â to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.
(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)
to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!
well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about â things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.
he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,
no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!
and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!
you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!
it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!
however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead â certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)
well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurineâ wait...
"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.
oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?
sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.
you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.
"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"
oh.
...oh.
perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...
(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.
well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)
#sophie talks : concepts <3#sunday x reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#guys i put too much work and brainpower into this just to be kept on the blog i needed to let it outhl#sighs i need to write a proper long one shot of this or like a (mini) series bc the brainworms.... are brainworming#mainly bc there are sooo many plot points i could incorporate#like⊠gopher uses u as a bargaining chip bc he notices sunday not being as active as well as his growing feelings for u and wants to#manipulate the beginnings of his development before it gets too far#cue u snapping him out of it or opening his eyes to humanity by fighting back or smth#anyway barks at manhwa tragic duke villain manipulated sunday x transmigrated a lil dense saviour complex reader + arranged marriage#also this turned out way longer than the 2 paragraphs i had in mind what the fuck#hes a tad unhinged but tbh why wouldnt he be đ§ââïž#also i spent like 2 hours on this and its nearly 4 am so... eepy time.... dreaming of this sunday.... honk shoo honk shoo...
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mini sm au abt chronically online yn at the aus gp? đ ik the camera panned to her when lewis said leave me to it please on the radio and she was like đ€
WAKING UP IN VEGAS MELBOURNE
summary: yn is a lewis hamilton stan first and his fiancée second.
same universe as not a chill girl! <3
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yourusername: SCUDERIA FERRARI YAYYYY
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user1: girl omg not u being bilingual. u speak spanish too?
â yourusername: MI GENTO LATINO!!!
user2: welcome to suffering girl.
â yourusername: im always suffering babe. my man loves the job more than spending time with me đ
â yourusername: lewis has told me that i have to clarify this as he spent 18 hours with me yesterday but thatâs literally a whole 6 hours he wasnât with me and that? that is neglect.
â user3: youâre so me.
â user4: cause what is more important than the LOVE OF HIS LIFE??? đ€š
user5: miss seeing u at grand prixs queen!! the look ate today.
â user6: she looks so good in red.
alexandrasaintmleux: love u đ€
â yourusername: virtual kisses 4 u and leo <3
user7: do u like australia yn?
â yourusername: saw a kangaroo and cried. cause why does it look like that iâm scared. but!! the sun is lovely. my tan is gorgeous đ
user8: her and alex literally napping on each other yesterday? theyâre so cute wtf?
â user9: MY fav wags.
â user10: hottest on the grid IDGAF!
user11: did u have a hand in lewisâ black outfit today? it was sexy. (sorry i have to be honest đ).
â yourusername: honestly? no. although i am a stylist, i tend to dress women more often then men. he has his own very distinctive style and i recommend things but never put a look together for him. but!! i do have veto power.
â yourusername: call lewis sexy all u want babe itâs objectively true. i donât get offended đ
user12: this race was so bad. ferrari need help.
â user13: need a ferrari lewis win so idgaf. i will manifest this. he will!!! get his 8th championship.
â yourusername: girl I WAS CHEERING. I WAS SCREAMING. I WAS CRYING. and then I checked the final standings and realized I hallucinated a podium.
â user14: not u being delusionalâŠ.
â yourusername: you must be new to my page xx
user15: did u at least get a good pic with him today?
â yourusername: yes but he blinked. but i looked really hot, my hair was so good. so now I have to photoshop his eyes open. again.
user16: YN i saw the broadcast. why were you biting your nails like a mother at a talent show
â yourusername: bc my fiancĂ© was out there risking his LIFE and also because i may or may not have had $20 riding on him winning.
user16: not you repping ferrari like lewis didnât just get P10
â yourusername: i was trying to manifest greatness with the red. didnât work. real embarrassed rn.
user17: are you okay???
â yourusername: emotionally? no. physically? also no. i wore so kates.
user18: i saw you arguing with a ferrari fan in the paddock??
â yourusername: she said leclerc was hotter than lewis. so i naturally had to defend my manâs honor. sorry alex xoxo
user19: where do we apply to be like you and have this relationship.
â yourusername: step 1: delusion. step 2: good lighting (most important). step 3: never be normal. delusion is just manifestation in heels, believe in yourself baby. i do.
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#mini smaus <3#aus#formula one x reader#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#formula 1 x y/n#f1 smau#f1 scenario#formula 1 x you#formula one imagine#formula one x female reader#formula one x you#formula one smau#formula 1 smau#lewis hamilton smau#lewis hamilton social media au#lewis hamilton x you#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton fanfic#lh44 smau#lh44 imagine#lh44 x reader
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You know tom and Jerry, the cartoon? Thereâs a scene where the mouse was talking a bath inside of a doll house and the cat was trying to catch the mouse then accidentally peeked through the window and got smacked in the face by a hair brush .
Thatâs how I imagine chibi reader would do if the various try do something similar.ïżŒ
I love Tom and Jerry! (I rooted for Tom every time, for some reason, kid me wanted to see Jerry die, or at least get injured)
Lucky us, there is a clip of that on Youtube
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And yep, I can picture YN doing exactly that. Some of the Marks would even pretend to get hurt to humor YN lol
#ask#anon#marks of the harem#chibi reader#mini reader#harem au#living together au#sitcom au#dollhouse au
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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS
đ All of these fics contain smut, so please take your own risk đ
-BEWARE OF THEIR WARNINGS-
àšà§â Jungkook Part 2 âàšà§â Taehyung âàšà§
â„ Friends Within Touching Distance (series/completed, friends with benefits to lovers ) by @dailynnt
â„ One Night as the Price of a Request (series/ongoing, fake relationship au, enemies to lovers) by @dailynnt
â„ Captive of His Attention (series/ongoing, enemies to lovers, university au) by @dailynnt
â„ Aurora (oneshot, exes to lovers) by @dailynnt
â„ Between Feigned Hatred and Real Desire (oneshot, brother's bestfriend) by @dailynnt
â„ A Quarrel, Alcohol and You (oneshot, friends to lovers) by @dailynnt
â„ Truth or Dare : Kiss a Friend (oneshot, friends to lovers) by @dailynnt
â„ Not Their Wedding Car (oneshot, enemies to ??) by @dailynnt
â„ The Alpha Omega Series (werewolf au, childhood bestfriends to enemies to lovers) by @borathae
â„ Cold Gun (oneshot, arranged marriage, gun play) by @borathae
â„ Fuck Me Up (series/ongoing, enemies to lovers) by @jungkoode
â„ Bed Chem (mini series/completed, frenemies to ?) by @muniimyg
â„ Close To You (series/completed, friends with benefits to lovers) by @muniimyg
â„ Bad Habit (series/ongoing, soulmate au, strangers/friends to lovers) by @muniimyg
â„ Dissonance (series/ongoing, enemies to lovers, slow burn) by @bangtan-junkie
â„ The Only One (series/completed, mafia au, contract relationship) by @armpirate
â„ Red (series/ongoing, demon au) by @armpirate
â„ The Beast of Busan (yandere/dark themes, optional ending) by @trivia-yandere
â„ M.I.L.F (series/ongoing, yandere, age gap) by @trivia-yandere
â„ Cruel Intentions (series/completed, yandere, mafia au) by @explicit-tae
â„ Ungodly Hours (series/completed, college au) by @explicit-tae
â„ Ruin You (series/completed, ft.Taehyung) by @taegularities
â„ Meraki (oneshot, enemies to lovers) by @taegularities
â„ Lowkey (series/completed, fake dating au, friends to lovers) by @xpeachesncream
â„ We Are All Dreamers (oneshot, soulmate au, enemies to lovers) by @yoonia
â„ Lost & Found (oneshot, something like ex crushes to lovers i guess??) by @kooktrash
â„ Better Than Him (oneshot, fake dating au, friends to lovers) by @margotw10bis
â„ Polarity (series/completed, yandere) by @darkestcorners
â„ Unspoken (oneshot, boyfriend's friend) by @armpirate
â„ Over the Odds (series/completed, sugar daddy au, ceo!jungkook) by @jungk0oksthighs
â„ Christmas & Chill (christmas themed mini series -seperate fics-) by @girlygguk & @lovieku
â„ Kkangpae (series/ongoing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, slow burn) by @jungkoode
#jeon jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook series#jungkook oneshot#jungkook mini series#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#mafia!jungkook#werewolf!jungkook#yandere!jungkook#jungkook friends to lovers#jungkook enemies to lovers#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x oc#jungkook slow burn#jungkook soulmate au#jungkook mafia au#jungkook college au#bts fanfic#bts oneshot#fic rec#fanfic recs#dom!jungkook#jungkook x f!reader#jungkook sugar daddy au#jungkook fake dating au#ceo!jungkook
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lighter x reader, alcohol (lighter is drunk, nitro-fuel is alcoholic here), otherwise just pure fluff
thinking about lighter, stumbling up to you, the smell of nitro-fuel on his breath (and his shirt - he'd definitely spilled some on himself earlier, though with how unstable he was standing, you were hardly surprised). a bit of a party atmosphere had developed around steeltusk's bar tonight, and lighter had definitely had more than he should have. you had barely joined the gathering for a few minutes, relaxing a bit further from the bar, but as soon as he'd noticed you, he had made a (very wobbly) beeline for you.
"(Y/N)."
his hands went to your shoulder, using you to stabilise himself, even though his weight made you stumble a bit too.
"hi," you laughed, a rare sight to see the champion so discomposed, though he was looking into your eyes with a slightly nervewracking seriousness through those shades.
"we should get married."
it took you a couple beats to process his slurred words. heat rushed to your face, one you hoped, if someone noticed, you could blame on the one drink you'd had so far. you searched his face for the punchline, or any sort of elaboration. all you found was a similar searching - he was waiting for you to answer. he was almost pleading with his eyes, swaying a little from the alcohol - this was absurd.
"you are so drunk," was all you could muster, chuckling in disbelief. lighter collapsed against you, arms wrapping around your neck and head on your shoulder, and you swore you heard a very uncharacteristic whine leave his mouth.
"you don't want to marry me," he pouted - just how many drinks had burnice given him, that lighter lorenz, infamous red scarf of the sons of calydon, was pouting?
"hey, i didn't say that," you comforted him, instinctively petting his hair in a way he seemed to enjoy. and it wasn't a lie - it was something you had dreamed about several times, but... "i just feel like you've skipped a few steps here, you know? we're just friends, lighter. and you really are very drunk."
he picked himself up from your shoulder to look at you again, but he was so close this time, the tip of his nose barely an inch from yours, his full bodyweight still leaning on you. for the first time, you really realised the position the two of you were in, and so publicly, the crowded bar not far away. but you couldn't quite get yourself to focus on them, not when there was so little space between you, and his stupid handsome face took up your entire field of view. the musky scent of his cologne cut through the smell of nitro-fuel and it made your thoughts brain spin even more, so you waited for him to say something. you doubted you could come up with any more coherent thoughts.
"what's step one?" he said eventually. you frowned, not sure what he meant. "what?" "you said I skipped steps. what's step one?" "to marrying me??" "yeah."
once again, you had to pause to process. was this his weird, misguided, honestly really cute, way of confessing to you? there was no way - but there was a sincerity in his gaze that went past alcohol. the best answer would probably be 'ask me on a date when you're sober', but he was too pretty to be considering best answers, and your mouth moved faster than your brain did.
"probably this," you muttered, then pulled him forward by the scarf, closing the distance between you. even drunk, his reaction time was instantaneous - you were the one to initiate the kiss, but his hands were around your waist so quickly it surprised you, pulling you somehow even closer into him. it was clumsy but full of heat, and you could feel his mouth form a victorious grin against yours.
when you eventually pulled away, though, your gaze was immediately drawn away from his to the rest of the sons of calydon, who were whooping and cheering from the bar.
"yes! i told you it'd go well, lighter!" caesar called, shooting you a wink. Lighter only responded to her with a thumbs up, his head returning to rest on your shoulder again.
"did you tell him to do that?" you yelled back, head still reeling from the kiss.
"so what? neither of you were gonna take the leap sober," she replied, and you realised she wasn't behind his words - not intentionally, anyway.
"he proposed to me!"
a round of shocked laughter from the gang, except for lucy;
"he WHAT?"
i truly had no idea how to end this. but like. i love lighter so so much but i especially love him being dorky and down bad. wc: 757
#lighter x reader#zzz lighter x reader#lighter lorenz x reader#zzz lighter#zzz lighter lorenz#lighter lorenz#zzz x reader#zzzero x reader#zzz#zzzero#zenless zone zero#hoyoverse#sons of calydon#x reader#minific#mini fic#ficlet
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#orv fanart#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#yoo joonghyuk#kim dokja#joongdok#omniscient reader#lee hyunsung#in which omega rights activist yjh accidentally bullies a Real omega who he thinks is exploiting kdj (Fake omega) ehehe oops....#this is part 2 and concludes the very short LHS intro arc but him and heewon are relevant to the main plot later haha#yjh my sweetums who has never done anything wrong even in AUs....#I'm currently drawing and uploading this as I go on twitter/bsky so for most recent updates feel free to find me there! (><)/#I'll archive on Tumblr once a mini 'chapter' or arc is completed like this!
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Ok so! I completely mismanaged my time and spent a bit too long on what was supposed to be just a Micah sketch.
I literally went "ok I might as well clean the sketch > ok I might as well add some colors > ok I might as well shade it a little > ok I might as well add dialogue-"
Here's an alternative expression
I promise I'll answer more asks tomorrow but it's almost 2 am now and I should go sleepđ
#micah#yandere priest#yandere priest x reader#artists on tumblr#digital art#male yandere#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x yandere#male yandere x reader#oc#yandere oc#mini comic#yandere comic#aestethic
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characters ; itoshi sae, shidou ryusei || cw ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, polyamory
rin sees you, saeâs supposed partner, kissing shidou in celebration after their teamâs victory in a desolate hallway and gets absolutely infuriated at the fact that youâd cheat on his brother with shidou out of all people.
he figures itâs none of his business at first. after all, sae is grownâhe can take care of himself. but guilt unfurls inside of him and heâs bursting at the seams as the hours of the day go by. it especially starts to boil ever when rin gets mad at himself for being deceived by your gentle and soothing nature, a perfect match for saeâonly for you to turn out to be nothing but a backstabbing snake.
so just when midnight is approaching, rin rushes into saeâs apartment using his spare key and bursts into the bedroom, ready to tell sae all about his best friendâs and your dirty, unfaithful actâŠ
⊠only for you and shidou to be sleeping and curled up with one other, right next to sae who quietly reads a book in one hand and affectionately strokes your head in a semi-lethargic manner in the the other.
sae looks up, his brows ever so slightly furrowing when shidou stirs in his sleep at the sound of the door opening with a bang. from the top of his reading glasses, sae says nothing to a shocked, owl-eyed rin, merely putting a knowing finger up to his lips.
#i need to be between them so bad#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#sae itoshi#itoshi sae#sae itoshi x reader#itoshi sae x reader#sae x reader#sae x you#sae itoshi x you#shidou ryusei#shidou#shidou ryuusei x reader#shidou x reader#blue lock ; sae itoshi#blue lock ; shidou ryusei#mini series ; poly!ryusae
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note: the reveal !
warnings: kissing, grinding, missionary, ummm.. one leg on headboard position idk, doggy, and riding ! dirty talk (daddy, fanboy, fucktoy, whore, etc) idk what else but that's the vibe ! enj <3
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the past month with jungkook has been nothing short of fun and comfort. all youâve felt with him is this kind of warmth that sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
jungkook is playful in ways that make your stomach ache from laughter and patient in ways that make your heart swell. heâs always giving in, always biting into youâwhether itâs your words, your antics, or the way you press your fingers into his jaw when he teases you too much. heâs funny and charming in ways that are overbearingâsmotheringâif it werenât for the fact that you love every second of it.Â
and godâŠÂ
itâs been so hard not to slip out the words.Â
you love him.Â
itâs only been a month, but what the fuck does time has to do with the kind of certainty he makes you feel? the kind of love he makes you believe in?Â
because this is⊠this is it. this is love. there is nothing else it could be.Â
jungkoook is a gentleman in ways you never expected.Â
not just in the hold-the-door-open-for-you way, but in the way he holds it open for the people behind you, too. to him, itâs second nature. itâs the same way itâs second nature for him to shrug off his hoodie and tug it over your shoulders before you even realize youâre cold. itâs in the way he loves everything you are, everything you wear, but still, when you lean in to take a bite of food, his hand finds your chest, shielding you from prying eyes like itâs instinct.
âbaby,â you laugh, mid-bite, muffled. âyou donât have to do that.â
he just shrugs, nonchalant. âthey donât deserve the view.â
even at the movies, as he walks behind you, itâs the way his hand is placed at your lower back, guiding and protective. in crowded spaces, he pulls you into his side and tucks you against him like a secret. at dinners, he doesnât just push your chair inâhe makes sure your drink is within reach, makes sure you get the first bite of his food before he even digs into his own.
itâs so strange.Â
to feel such passion for someone in a short amount of timeâbut who are you to reject such goodness? such satisfaction?Â
so you donât.Â
for the past month, you have let yourself be loved the way you deserve to be. for the past month, you have been loving him the way he deserves to be loved⊠except, through sex.Â
oh god.Â
sex.Â
you havenât had sex with anyone since your ex-boyfriend. itâs always just been you and your vibrators⊠so, when you met jungkookâfuck.Â
you were excited.Â
but after the first time you met and he didnât kiss you⊠you had a gut feeling sex with him would take time. which is fine. heâs a loser anyway, what did you expect?Â
but time (and ovulation) catches up. your lips want to kiss something that isnât his lips. in fact, you want his lips to be kissing your lipsâthe ones in between your legs.Â
the frustration has been eating you up for days. so, you give in to your cravings at your one month mark. it was a jokeâat least, it was meant to be one⊠instead, you find yourself scrambling through your closet for lingerie you think heâll like best.Â
you choose black.Â
simple, classy, and sexy. perfect for him.Â
once you get yourself dressed, you put on a silk robe and spray your favourite perfume. you touch up your make-up (yes, weâre wearing makeup and sweating it off) and eagerly wait for him. for a moment, you stare at yourself in the mirror and tilt your head.Â
wow, youâre so pretty.Â
you hope he lasts longer than 5 minutesâ
just then, thereâs a knock on the door
hurriedly, you let out a little squeal before heading to the front door.Â
as you open the door, you find jungkook standing there, a cake box balanced in one hand, the other shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. his hair is a messâlike heâs been running his fingers through it over and over, the way he always does when heâs nervous. but the smirk tugging at his lips betrays him.
without a word, he lifts the lid of the box, revealing the cake inside. in bright, obnoxious frosting, the words;
best dick everÂ
⊠stare back at you.
you blink.Â
then snort.Â
then burst into laughter, covering your mouth with your hand.Â
âarenât you getting ahead of yourself?â
âoh⊠right. sorry,â he says, feigning innocence as he tilts his head. âshould i make it up to you?â
you narrow your eyes. âyeah.â
his brows lift, playful. âyeah? like how?â
you donât answer. instead, you grab a fistful of his hoodie and pull him in, catching his mouth in a kiss. he hums against your lips, the corners of his mouth quirking up. mid-kiss, he murmurs, âhappy one month, baby.â
you laugh into him, harder this time, shaking your head as your arms slip around his neck. and when he tugs at the knot of your robe, letting it slip from your shoulders, he throws his head back with a groanâboyish, excited, so very him.
âfuck,â he grins, placing the cake down on the coffee table without looking, hands already reaching for you. but youâre already a step ahead, fisting his hoodie again, tugging him toward your room.
he follows without hesitation.
 the hottest thing anyone can do is want you.
like, all of you.Â
jungkook is sure to do just that.Â
the minute jungkook steps into your bedroom, he tugs his hoodie over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought. his hands move to his pocket, pulling out his phone. at first, you think heâs checking somethingâmaybe a text, maybe the timeâbut instead, he holds it up so you can see.
the screen goes black as he shuts it off.
for a second, youâre confused. heâs always on his phone, always checking something, scrolling absentmindedly even in the middle of conversations. but then, it clicks.
jungkook wants all of you.
this isnât about notifications ruining the mood, not about avoiding distractions or the buzz of the outside world. itâs a quiet declarationâhe doesnât need a screen, doesnât need to record, doesnât need anything but this. he doesnât need proof.Â
he just needs you.
his eyes flicker up to meet yours, searching, waiting.
your chest tightens, warmth blooming in your stomach. you swallow, stepping closer, fingers skimming over his wrist before you take the phone from his hand, placing it on your nightstand.
âjust us?â you murmur.
his lips twitch.Â
âjust us.â
and then heâs kissing you, slow and deep, like heâs savoring the moment already. like heâs making sure you feel it, too.
for someone who has been salivating, craving, and whining for his dickâyou sure have a funny way of showing him just how bad you want it.Â
as jungkookâs toned and slightly sweaty body towers of you, you bite your lip and watch the way his chain dangles above. youâre sweating a bit, a little overstimulated from the way he just finished eating you out.Â
of course, he edged you. he didnât let you finish on his tongue, but you were so fucking close. your pussy is currently throbbing and so sore from the agonizing pain of clenching.Â
jungkook smirks, watching you regulate your breathing. you arenât panting or anything, but he can tell youâre trying to play it cool. he leans in, kissing your lips ever so slightly.Â
âitâs okay to cum.â
âsays you.â
he chuckles and mocks you. âsays you.â
âshut up and put it in.â
jungkook raises a brow at you. âiâd watch your mouth if i were you.â
âwhyâs that, daddy? am i being naughty? weâre not even doing this raw. if anything, iâm not being naughty enough.â
he rolls his eyes.Â
âyou and your fucking attitude.âÂ
âwhat attitude?â
âshut up.â
âyou shut upâohâŠâ
jungkook holds his length and glides it around your entrance. you feel his head enter for a millisecond before he uses his hard cock to split through your wet folds. he hums, taking the feeling in. you let out little whimpers, needy and ever so lewd.
itâs music to his ears. in fact, itâs his favourite melody.Â
âgonna put it in,â jungkook prepares you. âokay, baby?â
âo-okay,â you breathe. âmhmmmmâŠâ
then, jungkook hisses.Â
he feels himself harden even more as he pushes himself inside you. your cunt is so fucking tight, it sends shivers throughout his body. youâre so warm and so fucking pretty as he watches the way you shift, adjusting to his size. you roll your shoulders back, your chin is slightly tilted as you whimper his name.Â
âjungkookâŠâ
âmhmm?âÂ
he moves in more, and then entirely. jungkook buries his long, hard, thick, and veiny cock inside you. it slips in easily, all thanks to your precious wetness. jungkook shifts his position, lowering his body more and places kisses around your neck to your ear.Â
for a moment, he blanks.Â
this is all he has ever wanted. he wanted to wait for a month because of everything you were dealing with but also because⊠he knew it would be worth the wait. the tension, the built connection, and the yearning⊠oh god, does this feel so fucking good.Â
to put it into perspective; youâre home and heâs been homesick.Â
ânghhh⊠jungkook?â
âyes, baby?â
âcan you put it in?â
jungkookâs eyes shoot up at you.Â
his pleasurable expression changes into a death glare.Â
instantly, you throw your head back and laugh. you mumble an apology and cup his cheeks to kiss him. he bites your bottom lip as he pulls away. pouting, he huffs at you.Â
âthat wasnât funny.â
âit was so funny.â
âyouâre the worst, actually.â
âi know,â you agree. âiâm sorry. youâre actually really big.â
his glare stills.Â
âhow big?â
you sigh and give in to what heâs leading you to.Â
âyouâre too big daddy,â you begin to praise him. ânever felt cock like this. feel you in my guts⊠god, are you gonna rearrange them? gonna slut me out? bet watching me all this time made you so horny. did i make you horny? was waiting out one month worth it? do i feel good, baby? how does your giant monster cock feel good inside me? or⊠are you just gonna be a little bitch and make me do all the work? make me fuck you like the good little fanboy you are?â
ânot a fucking fanboy.â
âbut you are my stupid fanboy⊠you mustâve loved watching me get myself off. how does it feel, daddy? how does it feel to fuck the pussy youâve been dreaming of?â
jungkook moans in response.Â
âso good..â
âhow good?â
âtoo goodâŠâ
he places one forearm down beside you as the other reaches for your breasts. squeezing it, he begins to thrust in and out of you.Â
âohhh.. oh my god⊠yes, yes, yes! y-yeah, thatâs itâŠâ you moan. âjust like that, daddy⊠fucking me so gently⊠come on, daddyâi know iâm your favourite toy. use me, okay? promise to use me like a little bitch?â
jungkook hisses through his teeth.Â
âdonât talk about yourself like that, baby. you know how much iââ
âhow much you⊠what?â
love you.Â
âhow much i⊠god, youâre so pretty. have you always been this pretty? feel like you got prettier.âÂ
with that, he fucks you harder and faster. the switch-up is so crazy that you hit your head on your headboard.Â
âshit, you okay?â
you canât help but laugh.Â
âiâm fine,â you reassure him. âcome on, daddy⊠keep going.âÂ
as he fucks you, your breasts move in unison and he canât help but drool at the sight. for a split second, you feel him tremble.Â
itâs like heâs about to give in.Â
so, you do the only logical thing you can.Â
you gasp, eyes widening, mouth hanging open in exaggerated shock. then, slowlyâdramaticallyâyou stick your arm out, turning your thumb downward like youâve just witnessed the most tragic disappointment of your life.
âboooooo!âÂ
âw-what the fuck?â jungkook rolls his eyes.Â
without hesitation, he roughly places his hand over your neck. tightening his grip, he fucks you harder. you gasp for air and roll your eyes back.Â
you take the feeling it.Â
how rough and fast heâs pumping himself inside you. how you feel yourself climaxing soon⊠how wet you are and how itâs spilling into your sheets. how his dick feels inside youâlike it belongs inside you.Â
the curve of his tip hits specific spots inside you that has never been reached before. his length, girth, and motion compliment each otherâmaking him fucking you easily your favourite feeling in the world.Â
perhaps, he was right about waiting for a month.Â
the yearning and tension makes all of this feel a million times more worth it.Â
ânghhh,â you croak. âyes, yes yes⊠thatâs it, daddy⊠f-fuck me harder! fuck me so hard!â
âyou want me to fuck you harder, baby?âÂ
âmhmm. fuck me so good, please⊠wanna more.â
jungkook nods and takes his hand off of your throat. he lets you catch your breath before he pulls himself out of you. jungkook places his hands on your waist and pulls you down. without hesitation, he kneels and lifts you. both of your ears ring from how fast your hearts are beating as he takes one and places it on the headboard and leaves the other on the mattress.Â
âlook down,â jungkook spits.Â
obediently, you do.Â
he hisses, jerks himself off, and then shoves his cock inside you.Â
you watch as his balls smack into your ass. you watch as he moves his hips, dragging his dick in and out of you. you hear the sound of your wet pussy, sucking his length as he pulls out. before you know it, jungkook is smacking your ass. you see his hand flying to your cheeks and you let out a whimper as his palms make contact with your ass.Â
ânghhâŠ. feels soââ
âyou wanna be treated like a fucking whore? look at your pussy right now. look at how much it needs my stupid cock. do you see it, baby? do you see how desperate your pussy needs my cock?â
âyeah,â you choke out a sob. âneed you so much⊠my pussy is yours, daddy. so fucking yoursâahh! oh my god, oh my godâj-jungkook!â
he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you back up. roughly, he tugs your hair and kisses you. you let out a moan as he takes your leg off your headboard and brings you to the edge of your bed. naturally, you get on all fours and arch your back. he gets off the bed and stands behind you. he licks his fingers and explores your folds before placing his dick back inside.Â
as expected, he fucks you like an absolute dog.Â
âthis is what you wanted, right?â
âm-mhmm,â you moan. âso good. you fuck me so good, daddy..â
âthatâs right, baby⊠only me. god, your ass is so pretty. your tits are so perfect. youâre so⊠holy fuck, youâre my dream girl.â
âyeah?â you blush, fighting the urge to cum.Â
âyeah,â jungkook whimpers. âmy dream girl.â
with that, he pulls himself out. you crawl back to the middle of your bed and wait for him to join you. when he does, he crashes his lips onto yours and gives you this deep and passionate kiss. like heâs never kissed you before⊠it feels so new.Â
without exchanging words, you grab him by his shoulders and have him lie down. you get on top and begin to grind on him. jungkook watches with his brows knitted together and his throat dries as you hump his cock. then, he loses it when you lift your hips and take a hold of his cock.Â
âcan we⊠can i?â
jungkook nods.Â
no hesitation.
not a thought behind his doe eyes.
nothing.Â
of course, heâd do it raw with you.Â
anything you want.Â
with loving eyes, jungkook watches as you peel the condom off his angry cock. you twist the plastic around your fingers and gather it all up before dangling it in front of him.Â
âyou have to cum inside me.â
âokay.â
âpromise?â
âpromise.â
happily, you toss the condom to the side and giggle.
planting your legs on either side of him, you sit on top of his raw cock and rub yourself on it. you move your hips up and down, taking the feeling of how the curves of his dick feel against your swollen pussy. jungkook watches his dickâs tip grow angrier and angrier.Â
and just when he feels like itâs about to exploreâ
âohhh,â you shiver as you sink into his cock. âholy shitâŠâ
jungkook lets out a relieved moan. you hum as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes. you feel him harden even more inside of you. as a reaction, your walls tighten.Â
âfeel so good, babyâŠâ
âyeah? open your eyes, daddy⊠donât you wanna watch me fuck you?â
jungkook doesnât know if heâll last if he sees this. if he watches your tits bounce or if he watches the way your pussy eats his dick up⊠he canât. heâs not strong enough.Â
âmight cum if i do.â
you laugh and hit his chest.Â
âokay⊠cum then.âÂ
suddenly, you grab his hand and place it on your breast.
jungkook lifts his head and opens his eyes. he watches as you bounce on his dick shamelessly. you throw your head back. your hips move fast and slowâdragging the consuming feeling of climaxing out.Â
then, jungkook feels his hips about to buck.Â
â___,â he huffs. âgonna cumâŠâ
âme too,â you pant.
jungkook winces, feeling his toes curl. he feels like heâs just been hit by lightening as this sense of electricity rushes throughout his body. jungkook cums inside you, spilling as you continue to ride him.Â
shortly after, you cum.Â
then, you get off him.
you fit yourself into jungkookâs arms without a second thought, tucking yourself against his chest like you belong thereâbecause you do. his warmth wraps around you instantly, familiar and safe, and he presses a kiss to your lips, then your forehead, lingering just long enough to make your heart stutter.
then, he murmurs, âso⊠best dick ever?â
you groan, smacking his chest, but youâre already laughing. youâre already pulling him in for another kiss. heâs already kissing you back.Â
âbest dick ever.â
the room is quiet.Â
your breathing is even, soft against the pillow, completely knocked out. jungkook lays there for a moment, staring at the ceiling before sighing, pushing the covers off. heâs thirsty.
jungkook rubs a hand over his face as he makes his way to the kitchen, feet padding softly against the floor. heâs thirsty.
but when he gets there, he stops.
hoseok is at the sink, sleeves rolled up, hands submerged in soapy water. his hair is slightly damp, like heâs just gotten home and taken a quick shower. the fridge door is still cracked open from when he shoved the cake inside.
jungkook leans against the counter, watching him. "you just get back?"
hoseok doesnât look up.Â
"yeah. figured iâd clean up a bit."
jungkook hums, grabbing a glass. he watches as hoseok rinses a plate, setting it neatly in the drying rack. his movements are methodical, familiar.
"you always do this?" jungkook asks, filling his glass with water. âwash dishes at 3am?â
hoseok shrugs. "sheâs sensitive to smell. hates waking up to dirty dishes."
thereâs something about the way he says it, like heâs done this a thousand times before, like itâs second nature. jungkook doesnât like the way that sits in his chest.
jungkook takes a sip of water, trying to figure out the vibe right now. heâs never really had any issues with hoseok before but for some reason⊠right now⊠something feels off.Â
hoseok finishes up, wiping his hands on a towel before tossing it onto the counter.
"you should get some sleep," he says, already heading towards his room.
jungkook swallows the last of his water. "iâll wash my cup."
hoseok raises a brow. "you donât have to."
"i want to."
thereâs a brief pause before hoseok nods, drying his hands one last time before disappearing down the hall. jungkook turns back to the sink, rinsing out his cup. then, just as he reaches for the faucet, something buzzes.
he glances over. hoseokâs phone, left carelessly on the counter, screen lighting up with a notification.
jungkook shouldnât look. he knows that.
but he does anyway.
@ donotdisturb: hobi idc if you gave me the video ffs @ donotdisturb: u gave that to me all on ur own. i never asked for that shit. i tweeted it, but u supplied it. get that thru ur fucking head. itâs ur fault. @ donotdisturb: uâve stalled her enough. sheâs pushing thru with the fucking lawsuit thanks to that fucking jungkook guy. do u get that? @ donotdisturb: iâm getting sued and itâs all ur fault @ donotdisturb: shit, what kind of a best friend are u to her anyway? going thru her shit and stealing her fucking sex tape to send to a hater like me when the gag is that uâre her biggest hater. what is that? @ donotdisturb: thought u liked her lol. turns out uâre the worst wannabe boyfriend @ donotdisturb: stop the lawsuit or send me fucking money to pay the settlement. this is ur last warning before i expose u.Â
jungkook freezes as he reads the notifications.Â
his grip tightens around the cup. his jaw clenches. the words sit heavy in his stomach, stirring something ugly.
before he can think, before he can stop himself, he picks up the phone and storms down the hall, shoving open hoseokâs door without knocking.
hoseok barely has time to react before jungkook is in his face, voice sharp.Â
"what the fuck did you do?"
hoseok freezes for half a second, then instantly goes on the defensive. "who the fuck do you think you are barging into my room like this?" he snaps. "why do you have my fucking phone? give me thatââ
âit was you.â
âwhat the fuck are you on? holy shit, youâre so fucking irritating, you know that? i get youâre her boyfriend, but this is my fucking room, thatâs my fucking phone, and sheâs my fucking best friendâ"
"thatâs all she is to you," jungkook bites. "right?"
silence.
before hoseok can even open his mouth to say anything, you appear in the doorway, rubbing sleep from your eyes. you donât even think twice before stepping into jungkookâs side, arms looping around his waist as you nuzzle into him.
"why are you guys so loud?" you mumble, half awake. "whatâs going on?"
jungkook doesnât look away from hoseok. yet, his arm tightens around you.
â___âŠâ hoseok begins. âjungkook⊠itâs late. we can talk about this tomorrowââ
âno,â jungkook spits. âexplain yourself now.â
hoseok steps forward, attempting to grab his phone. jungkook doesnât move back. instead, he offers the phone to you.Â
you stare at it blankly.Â
with worried eyes, hoseok shakes his head. âplease, jungkook. iâm begging you. donâtââ
âtell her," jungkook deadpans. his tone is steady and leaves no room for argument. he means it with all his heart when he threatens hoseok; "right now⊠tell her or i will."
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