ladylilith

[ladylilith]

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[ladylilith]

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[ladylilith]

Hey girl heyyyy

Can I please request angst with Miko where she & reader have been dating lowkey for a couple years, but when Mari & Mauro notice that they've been closer than ever & ask them if they're dating Miko denies it 😫 so then they have a huge fight and reader suggests breaking up and she leaves, then later sees that Miko posted a photo dump announcing their relationship 🥹

Hola my love!!! Eeek yes ofc! Hope u like it ❤️

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Miko’s hand rests on your thigh as she drives expertly through the streets of San Juan. You smile at her and bring her tattooed hand up to your lips, kissing it. It has been yet another eventful yet exciting week for Miko, and today is finally being spent as a much-needed day off. As far as professional affairs go, this week was also special for you and Miko. Just yesterday, you and Miko celebrated your third anniversary, and either of you couldn’t be happier.

You and Miko met one fateful day when you decided on getting your first tattoo. Miko happened to be your tattoo artist. There was something about her that drew you to her, and you were more than happy when she asked you out on a date after your session was done. Since then, it’s been quite the ride for the two of you, especially with Miko’s rising career as a rapper.

As Miko began to gain more recognition, it was a mutual decision for the two of you to date under the table. You are quite proud at how you and Miko have kept your relationship lowkey for as long as you have. Yes, there have been some times where it got difficult, but neither of you would change what you have for the world.

The only ones who know about you two are the sheets you both sleep on, guarded by the four walls of your home, away from the lights and the flashes. Especially from the scrutiny and drama. Just the way you two like it.

The way you two want it to be.

“Ya llegamos, mi amor,” Miko hums as she pulls up to the restaurant’s parking lot.

You two are meeting Mari and Mauro for dinner. You’ve met them through Miko, and have since formed a great relationship with both of them. Neither of them know about your relationship with Miko, either, despite their close friendship with your girlfriend. So far, you two have done a good job at just playing yourselves off as friends— if you do say so yourself.

Miko parks the car and you unbuckle your seat belt. Just as you’re about to open the door and head out, Miko stops you. The moment you turn your head to ask her what’s wrong, her lips clash onto yours in a passionate kiss. You feel Miko’s teeth lightly graze over your bottom lip before she gently takes it in between them, the light pressure sending a warmth throughout your body, and you sigh blissfully.

“Miko…” you half-moan, half-giggle as your girlfriend plants kisses to your neck. You feel her smirk against your skin.

“Que tal si hacemos un quickie, mi amor?” Miko murmurs, her voice thick with desire as her hand moves higher up your thigh.

You whimper. “We had one just before we left.”

“Y? Sabes muy bien que no puedo resistirte, Y/N,” your girlfriend purrs, your eyes fluttering closed as her fingers massage slow, teasing circles along your inner thigh. “Vamos, mami.”

“After,” you compromise, reluctantly, remembering where you are and why you’re there. “We can’t keep Mari and Mauro waiting.”

Miko whines, hiding her face in the crook of your neck, planting a kiss there. “Fine.” She then adds with a smirk, “Looks like you’re gonna be my dessert tonight.”

With a dramatic gasp, you smack her arm and she laughs. She then guides you a quick peck before helping you out of the car. You go to hold her hand, but then you stop yourself. One simple display of PDA is all it takes for the two of you to be on TMZ. God, how you wish you can hold her hand, wrap your arms around her, kiss her lips without a care in the world.

Noticing your slight change of demeanor, Miko gives you a soft smile. When you two are alone, Miko is constantly showering you in affection. It’s just as hard for her as it is for you.

Upon entering the restaurant, Miko informs the host that you two are joining two others at a table, and the two of you are led to where Mari and Mauro are sitting. The siblings greet you two with warm hugs and smiles. You love spending time with Mari and Mauro. Their company always leaves you in good spirits.

“Ustedes estaban esperando mucho?” you ask as you get comfortable in your seat.

“Apenas llegamos, tranquila,” Mauro reassures you with a smile. “Ustedes cómo están?”

“Bien de bien. Just hanging out,” Miko replies smoothly, sending you a playful wink. “Y ustedes?”

“Just hanging out like you guys,” Mari chuckles as she takes a sip of her drink. She then says in a teasing manner to you, “You gotta stop taking my spot as Vicky’s best friend, Y/N.”

Oh, if only if she knew.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Oh, Mari, I couldn’t replace you even if I tried.”

As the conversation flows between the four of you, you can’t help but slide your hand onto Miko’s under the table, who welcomes your affection by intwining her fingers with yours. Her thumb rubs comfortingly over the back of your hand, the simple gesture making your heart flutter. What you would give to rest your head on her shoulder and feel her soft lips press on your forehead…

All of the sudden, Miko gently nudges you, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Y/N, Mari te habla,” she says softly with an edge of concern evident in her voice.

“Sorry… what did you say, Mari?” you ask, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Te pregunté si vas a querer compartir un appetizer con nosotros,” Mari says as she and the waiter you didn’t realize that’s staring at you exceptantly.

“Oh… sí, me encantaría,” you reply with a smile. With a nod, the waiter writes down the order and hurries off. Out of the corner of your eye, you can Miko looking at you with a worried look on her face, and you give her a small smile in reassurance.

“Vicky… Y/N…” Mari looks at Miko and then at you. She knots her eyebrows, her eyes calculating and curious, as if she is contemplating something. You can’t help but shift awkwardly in her chair.

“Que pasa?” you try to sound as calm as possible. Mari opens her mouth to say something but for a moment, she seems to hesitate before closing her mouth. She then sits straighter, and you squeeze Miko’s hand.

“Está bien si las hago una pregunta?” Mari finally asks after what it felt like an eternity of silence.

Miko shrugs nonchalantly. “Dale, nena.”

“Are you two dating?” Mari’s question slips out without hesitation.

You hold your breath.

“Acho! Que tipo de pregunta es esa, nena?” Mauro chides after he recovers from choking on his drink.

“I’m just asking,” Mari protests, swatting Mauro’s chest. She then draws her attention back to the two of you. “Entonces… están dating, sí o no?”

“No, Mari, we’re not dating,” Miko replies, looking at her best friend in the eye, and your heart sinks at her response. “Why would you ask that?”

“Es porque siempre están juntas. Y… no sé… ustedes parecen estar mas unidas que nunca.” She then adds, “And I’m not just talking about how you two are currently sitting either.”

“Ay, Mari,” Miko laughs with a shake of her head. And at that moment, she hand slips away from yours. “Nosotras solo somos buenas amigas, nada más. Verdad, Y/N?”

“Sí,” is all you can say with a forced smile as it takes everything in you to hold in the tears threatening to fall down your face.

“Bueno…” Mari shrugs her shoulders. “If you say so.”

Miko’s words echo in your ears. You don’t what hurt you more— the fact that she denied you to were dating right in front of you or how casually she handled the situation. During the rest of the time in the restaurant, you are mostly silent, nodding your head or forcing a smile to ensure everyone that you are listening to whatever they were taking about, but inside you feel as if you’ve been punched in the gut.

During the drive home, you do not speak or even look at Miko. Instead, you gaze out into the window, your hurt reflection staring back at you as you bite your lip, preventing yourself from crying. Sometime during the ride home, Miko tries to grab hold of you hand, but you move it away before she can touch you. The moment Miko parks inside the garage, you practically scramble out of the car and nearly slam the door behind you. You step inside your shared home, your chest tightening and your heart beating against your chest as you feel as if you’re about to crumble at any second.

“Y/N…” Miko’s voice pierced through the silence. Her tone soft and cautious. “Estás bien, mi amor?”

And you snap.

“Of course I’m okay! Porque preguntas, amiga?” you shout, your voice echoing through the living room as the tears you’ve been holding back stream down your face, and Miko’s face twists in realization and shock, her eyes full of regret.

“Y/N, por favor, I didn’t mean to—“

“Why didn’t you say the truth about us?!” you demand, taking a step back when she tries to touch you. Pain flashes on Miko’s features.

“I wasn’t thinking, I swear!” She then pauses, her expression changing from hurt to anger. “Espera, don’t put this all on me! Why didn’t you say anything about us, Y/N?”

“I didn’t think you wanted me to say anything! I thought if any of us was going to tell Mari and Mauro, it was going to be you!” you defend yourself, pointing an empathetic finger at Miko.

“Ay, coño, Y/N, tú siempre esperas a que yo dé el primer paso en cualquier cosa. No me hubiera importado si les hubieras dicho algo!” Miko nearly growls, throwing her hands up in frustration.

You groan, rubbing your temples. “That’s not the point, I thought we were on the same page about this!”

“We are! I just messed up! I’m sorry!” Miko protests and you huff.

“Im tired of hiding! I fucking hate lying to everyone about us!” you sob as more tears begin to roll down your cheeks. You don’t even bother to wipe them off. “This doesn’t feel like a relationship!”

“Then what do you want us to do, Y/N?!” Miko scoffs, her voice cracking at the end, her own tears rolling down her face.

Without thinking, the words you never thought you’d say spill out of your mouth: “Maybe we should break up!”

A heavy silence looms over the two of you. Neither of you speak. Or even blink. There is a shift in the atmosphere, and the air is so thick that not even a knife can cut the tension between the two of you.

You are the first to react.

“Y/N, espera, where are you going?” Miko asks, her tone desperate as you make your way towards the front door. Just as you put your hand on the door handle, Miko wraps her hand around your wrist as if her life depends on it.

“I need a moment to myself, Miko. Just… please,” you sigh and break yourself from her grasp.

“No, por favor, Y/N!” Miko begs but you ignore her.

By the time you find a bench to sit on, you are sobbing, your chest heaving as you gasp for air, your body curled up as you let out all the pent up emotion. In all of your three years together, you and Miko have never had a fight like this before. You’re not sure if this is something that either of you can consider bouncing back from. Or if there’s any hope of being together at all.

Just then your phone chimes. Something deep inside you tells you to check, and you obey it. A gasp escapes your lips when you see that Miko has posted on Instagram.

Tagging you in the caption.

“Los mejores tres años de mi vida en fotos. Te amo con todo mi corazón 🫶💕” it reads with your username off to the side.

Tears begin to swell in your eyes as you swipe to see each photo she’s posted, the memories of each of them flooding back to you. The comment sections fills with fans expressing their love and admiration for the two of you, tagging you and Miko, and your DMs start to go off as the news spreads like wildfire. You even see that Miko has posted a photo of you and her from earlier today. Posing along side Miko is yourself as she takes a mirror selfie, her arm wrapped around you as you kiss her on the cheek.

You run back to the house as fast as your feet can take you.

“Vicky?!” you call for your girlfriend as soon as you renter the house. She appears before you in an instant, a mixture of relief and hesitation in her features.

“Y/N, donde estabas?” Miko cups your face, her eyes searching desperately into yours. “Te amo con todo mi ser. Por favor, por favor, no me dejes.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise her as you connect your lips with hers, and she instantly kisses back. There’s no way you two are getting rid of each other so easily. You belong to Miko. And she belongs to you.

Fuck everyone else.

[ladylilith]

Hey mamii, can you do like a semi smut where miko and her gf are in bed at night and start making out and then a little bit more but ends in cuddling 🥰☺️

Hola mi amor!!! Omg yes hope you like it ☺️💕

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“Miko… hurry up,” you whine playfully to your girlfriend who is currently in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches of her night time skin care routine.

“Tranquila, mi amor, ya voy,” Miko says with a fond chuckle as she shuts the bathroom light on. Her red hair is worn down and she wears a black bra and boxer shorts. You make grabby hands at her and she smiles at you.

Miko joins you under the covers and wraps her arms around you. You snuggle closer to your girlfriend, her warmth as comforting and gentle as her embrace. She then lightly grips your chin and presses her lips against yours. Your tongue brushes along her lower lip and Miko quickly allows you entrance, igniting a passionate liplock.

Small gasps and moans escape from each other your lips as yours hands being to roam each other’s bodies, every touch leaving the both of you wanting more, the desire to be closer becoming more desperate. A warm shiver goes down your spine as Miko kisses the exposed skin of your breasts, her fingers teasing your nipples through the thin fabric, making you arch your back for more. Your own hands travel to her thighs and you squeeze them gently, making her moan into your mouth, and you can’t help but smirk. You even give her ass a squeeze, making her yelp in surprise.

Even the slightest touch from your girlfriend sets your body on fire. Leaving you panting, begging for more. She never fails to deliver.

“Carajo, mami,” Miko murmurs huskily, yet you can’t help but hear an edge of tiredness in her voice. As much as you want to go further, you don’t want to take advantage of your girlfriend, especially when she’s always been nothing but sweet and understanding to you. With that, you gently place your hands on her shoulders, pushing her away slightly.

“We don’t have to do this right now, baby. You need your rest,” you say softly and Miko smiles gently.

“Está segura, mi amor? Hace un tiempito desde la ultima vez que hicimos… algo,” she replies with a sheepish chuckle and you coo.

“Of course I’m sure, baby,” you assure her and peck her lips. “We can just cuddle tonight, okay?”

Miko nods, her eyes looking at you with a tenderness that always makes your heart flutter. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“I love you, María Victoria,” you hum as Miko wraps arms around you again.

“Not as much as I love you, Y/N.” Miko kisses your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a moment. “Más de lo que puedas pensar.”

[ladylilith]

Hoodies

Summary: Miko comes home late and finds you wearing one of her hoodies

Warnings: slight angst, fluffy ending 💖

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You absolutely love wearing Miko’s hoodies. Whether you’re spending a lazy day with her at home, going out, or using it as pajamas. Mostly because it smells just like her and it’s as if she’s giving you a hug when she’s working late in the studio or on tour.

Tonight is no expectation.

You have her hoodie on along with a pair of shorts. It’s warm and comforting. But it’s not the same as the feel of Miko’s arms. You’re seated on the couch with a mug of tea in your hand, and you can’t help but glance at the clock that’s staring back at you.

With a sigh, you check to see if Miko has responded to your texts. Nothing. It only says that she’s read it. Before she left this morning, she promised that she’d be back no later than nine o’clock. It is now quarter to eleven. And she still isn’t home.

You wait for a few more minutes before calling it a night. Footsteps heavy and eyes droopy, you make your way upstairs to your shared bedroom. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you get under the covers, wishing that Miko was here to wrap her arms around you.

Just as you’re about to fall asleep, you hear the garage door open. And then the front door opening and closing. Relief washes over you as you instinctively know who it is.

Miko.

“Ay, carajo!” you hear your girlfriend hiss, followed by the sound of something hitting against another object. Under different circumstances, you would laugh, but right now you don’t feel like it. Miko has finally made it home but you’re still upset about breaking her promise and her lack of communication.

You hear the door slowly creak open and you stay still. Soon you feel the bed dip. And a hand gently stroking your hair.

“Y/N?” Miko whispers, her breath tickling your skin.

You don’t say anything.

“Perdoname, mi vida,” she continues. “Today was hard. I had to re-record a song that somehow got deleted and my phone died and neither of us had a charger. I should have borrowed someone else’s phone to text you, lo sé, but I was so caught up and frustrated to even think about it. Mari didn’t let me leave until everything was done.“ You then feel the light pressure of her lips press on your temple. “Que descanses, Y/N. I love you so much. Y una vez más perdoname.”

Your heart swells. How could you not forgive her? You feel her move away, taking her comforting warmth away with her, and you miss her again. Unable to resist her any longer, you turn over and wrap your arms from behind her.

“Of course I forgive you, Vick,” you murmur softly.

“Y/N…” Miko quickly turns around and wraps her arms around you. She guides your head against her chest and kisses the top of it. “I thought you were asleep. You heard everything?”

“Duh,” you say playfully and she chuckles. “I love you, too, baby.”

“I love you more.” Then, after a beat of silence, Miko says, “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” you hum.

“Is that my hoodie?” You can hear a hint of a smile in her voice.

You giggle. “Yeah, it is.”

“You can keep it, mami,” she whispers lovingly in your ear and holds you tighter.

[ladylilith]

(this is so self indulgent because i came home drunk lol but) how would billie and miko take care of you after you come home from a night out? doesn’t have to be answered as both of them being there together, but separate little thoughts for each :)

oh hi baby im glad you’re home safe. make sure you’ve drunk lots of water and have something for that hangover (hopefully you don’t have one). please indulge in both! 💖

billie:

she’d pick you up

oh you’re not taking an uber home if you’ve been out

she’s even there early waiting for your text just in case

she’s very overprotective and just wants her girl to be okay at all times

when you get in the car she has a big smile on her face because she’s so happy to see you and see that big smile on your face

‘i’m drunk’ you state and she chuckles squinting her eyes with the cute little wrinkles at the corners and her cute little smile

you laugh and she laughs a little and before she drives off she cups your face and kisses your cheek

she asks where you want to eat because she knows you’re probably craving something sweet and salty

she orders for you, voice low in the quiet of night

you stare at her lovingly, her hand on your thigh

you eat in the car because you can’t wait

and when you finally get home she helps you undress as your feet drag on the floor

she leads you to the bathroom and starts a warm shower before helping you remove your makeup

you’re leaning on the counter, eyes closed slowly dozing off as she wipes your face

‘shower with me’ you whine not wanting to spend any time away from her

she nods, undresses, gets in first and holds her hand out for you

the warm water feels magnificent on your skin as she starts lathering your body and it’s all just so perfect

miko:

she’d smile a lot when you first get home because you’re just so cute drunk

she hypes you up as you dance through the doorframe

stumbling a little but she holds your hand

turns you so you’re dancing on her to imaginary music

then she hugs you tight

kisses the back of your head

you turn and wrap your arms around her shoulder and she asks if you had fun as she rubs your sides

you nod and smile and she holds you hand leading you to the kitchen

she has a tall glass of water and some of your favorite munchies on the counter

you look at her in disbelief as you take a seat on a stool

she stands behind you, rubs your shoulders and you melt into her taking a bite of the pizza

you nod your head enjoying yourself and she kisses the side of your head taking a seat next to you

her hand on your thigh as you tell her all the chisme about that night and the people who tried to hit on you

she laughs because she knows you’re all hers but she grips your thigh a little harder and you smirk loving the jealous side a little too much

you hold up your slice of pizza to her and she takes a small bite as the two of you sit in comfortable silence

[ladylilith]

Could I possibly request a long distance relationship with Miko where she surprises you?

Of course you can, my love! Hope you enjoy it ❤️

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The ocean breeze drifts through the open windows of your little apartment in Puerto Rico, but it’s not enough to calm your nerves. You’ve been counting the days, the hours, the damn seconds until you can finally hold her again. The long-distance thing? It’s rough. FaceTime kisses and voice notes full of “I miss you, pequeña,” just don’t compare. You swear, the bed feels twice as cold without her.

You’re standing barefoot in the kitchen, hair still damp from your shower, oversized tee hanging off one shoulder when the front door creaks open. You freeze. Your heart does a flip. It can’t be. You didn’t hear a knock. You didn’t get a call.

“Mami,” comes that familiar, smooth voice from the hallway. “¿Tú pensaste que no te iba a sorprender, ah?”

You spin around and there she is.

Young Miko—your girl, your partner in crime, the one who doesn’t give a single fuck about what anyone thinks. Dressed in loose black cargos, her signature chain, and a fitted cap pulled low over her curls, she’s everything you’ve been missing. She steps inside like she owns the place—because when she's here, it feels like home.

“MIKO!” you scream, practically launching yourself into her arms.

She catches you without hesitation, wrapping those muscular, tattooed arms around you and lifting you clean off the floor. You bury your face in her neck as she laughs, low and proud.

“Dios, te extrañé tanto, pequeña,” she murmurs, kissing your temple, your cheek, your lips. Over and over.

You pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are a little red from the flight—or maybe her pen—but the way she’s looking at you? Like you’re fragile. Like she’s been starving and you’re the only thing that can fill her. You see the softness there, under all that confidence and swagger. It’s only for you.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whisper.

“Ni yo, baby,” she grins, brushing your hair from your face with the gentlest touch. “Pero no podía esperar ni un día más. Tú me haces falta.”

She sets you down, but her hands never leave your waist. You’re her heart, her whole world. And she treats you like it. Gentle, even when the rest of the world gets the fierce version of her.

“Let’s get you comfy, mami,” she says, leading you to the couch, never once letting go of your hand. “I brought snacks, movies, y todo eso pa’ mimarte. Hoy tú no haces nada.”

You curl into her, and she cradles you like you’re something sacred. Her arms feel safe, warm, inked up and strong, holding you like she never plans to let go. She presses soft kisses into your hair as you settle against her chest.

“I love you,” you say, voice small.

“I love you more, pequeña,” she replies without missing a beat, voice low and sincere.

And for the first time in weeks, everything feels right. Because Miko’s home—and that means you’re home, too.

[ladylilith]

When She… calls you ‘baby girl’ 💓

Miko:

It makes your heart flutter.

She says it so naturally, not a hint of irony or hesitation, as she captures your chin gently between her fingers, tilting your face up to meet her gaze. The intensity in her eyes leaves you breathless. You prompt her to say it again, and she does, the sound of her voice like music to your ears.

Miko has called you many other terms of endearments before— ‘mi amor’, ‘cariño’, ‘mami’— but she has never called you the name she’s given to you just now. There’s a warmth inside you that you can’t explain. And it makes you realize that you don’t want to be anyone else’s but hers.

“You’re my baby girl, siempre,” she murmurs, her voice low and husky, filled with affection as you both lean in for another kiss, sealing the bond between the two of you.

♡ ♡ ♡

Billie:

You’re genuinely surprised.

At first, you think that you misheard her. But you didn’t. You know damn well that you didn’t. Her grip around your waist tightens, pulling you closer, bodies molding together. There is a shift in the air, one of passion and desire, yet the love between you and Billie remains.

You’re scared to take the next step. Terrified, even. The unknown of what comes next remains a mystery but being in Billie’s arms, seeing the love in her eyes, makes the lingering doubt in your mind fade away.

“Relax, baby girl, I’m yours,” she murmurs softly, and that’s all it takes to give yourself to Billie. She is yours. And you are hers. Completely and irrevocably.

[ladylilith]

Bésame Vicky

[ladylilith]

Malita:

Summary: Miko has her period

Warnings: Fluff 🤗

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You know that something is up the moment you step inside your home. Usually Miko is at the door, prepared to lovingly greet you with her usual warm hug and soft kiss to your lips, but today she is nowhere to be found. The house looks dark and gloomy without her warm presence. Needless to say, you are worried.

Where is she?

“Miko?” you call out for her.

Silence.

You check the kitchen— she’s not there. Then the backyard. She’s not there, either. And she’s not even in the small at-home studio. There is no note anywhere. You even check your phone to see if she’s called or texted.

Nothing.

“Miko?” you call out again, and once again you are responded with silence.

Then you realize that there is one place you haven’t check yet. The bedroom. You open the door and you are relieved to see a familiar figure laying on the bed, the sheets and duvet covering Miko all the way up to her face. Yet your relief quickly turns into worry when you hear the sound of a low groan. You sit down by her side and gently pull the sheets away from her.

“Hola, mi amor,” Miko croaks, slowly opening her eyes.

“Vicky… what’s wrong, baby? Te sientes malita?” you ask softly, gently caressing her cheek. She visibly relaxes at your touch, yet you can still see the pain etched on her beautiful features. And your heart breaks at the sight of it.

“Se me bajó la regla,” Miko murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper and you coo.

“Aww, mi amor. Do you need anything?” you offer, and with a deep sigh, Miko shakes her head.

“Gracias, mi amor. But I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, okay?” she insists.

“I’m not just going to let you suffer. I’ll be right back with some tea and a hot water bottle,” you say, and you quickly leave the room before Miko can protest.

You hurry to the kitchen and fill a mug with water. As it heats in the microwave, you also prepare the hot water bottle for Miko. You’ve never seen her like this before, so vulnerable, almost defenseless. It’s a huge contrast in comparison to her charming, lively self, yet it reminds you of just how human she is.

Miko has always been independent, confident. It’s one of the many things that you admire of her. Ever since your relationship started, she’s made it her mission to ensure that you’re taken care of, that you get the best of everything. You appreciate it, of course you do, but whenever you do try to take care of her, she insists that you don’t have to lift a finger when it comes to her.

And how the tables have turned now.

“You didn’t have to, mama,” Miko says once you return back to the bedroom with the mug of tea and hot water bottle.

“I wanted to,” you reply with a soft smile, helping her. “You always take care of me. Now let me take care of you.”

“I just… don’t want to be a burden,” Miko admits and your heart feels like it could shatter at hearing those words.

“Miko, how can you say that? You are never a burden. I’m happy to take care of you,” you reassure her and kiss her lips sweetly.

You help Miko put the hot water bottle on, and despite her protests, you hold the mug for her as she takes slow sips of the tea you made.

“Eres un ángel, Y/N,” she says and your heart swells at her sweetness.

“Do you need anything else, mi amor?” you hum.

“Cuddle me,” Miko half-whines, half-demands, her arms stretching out towards you as if she is a small child.

How could you ever say no? You quickly change out of your clothes and put on one of Miko’s hoodies. Carefully, you reposition Miko so that her head is on her chest, and kiss her forehead, letting your lips linger there for a moment.

“Te amo mucho, María Victoria. Please don’t ever think that you’re a burden. In sickness and health, right?” you murmur, and you see the corners of your fiancée’s mouth turn up.

“Right, baby. Yo también te amo mucho,” she replies softly, her voice trailing off as sleep begins to take over her.

Not long after, sleep begins to take its gentle hold on you, too. You remain conscious just enough to kiss Miko on the forehead, whispering, “I love you” as you do so. And with that, you join Miko in a peaceful slumber, happier than ever to be at her side.

In sickness and health.

[ladylilith]

Classy101

Summary: Miko comes home to find Y/N dancing to her latest hit

Warnings: fluff, slight mention of smut 🙈

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You and Miko mutually decided that the day was going to be spent running errands and cleaning the house— something that the two of you have long procrastinated because of how busy you two are. Miko has just gone out to the grocery store and you are in the living room trying to decide where to start cleaning. You decide on cleaning away the clutter away first before doing anything else. A few minutes pass, and you start to get bored. Then you think to yourself, “Why not put some music on?”

You pull out your phone, connect the audio with your speaker, and press play. Miley Cyrus’ smooth, low voice begins to fill the room. You even find yourself singing along to the lyrics. Another favorite song of yours plays immediately after, this time more upbeat, and you end up dancing and singing to the music. And just as you realize that you’ve barely cleaned a thing, your girlfriend’s most popular song begins to play— Classy101.

“Tú tienes cara de que te gusta freaky y nasty, nada de lo romantic,” you sing along, swaying your hips to the music.

You’re so engrossed into the song that you don’t hear your girlfriend walk in. She watched you with a smile on her face before joining you, spinning you around to face her, her hands on your hips, right on the part where she sings again.

“Mami, esto es un arresto, te voy a cobrar esa miradita con impuestos. Saca las esposas, baby, yo me presto. Y ponme en house arrest que no me molesto, yeah!”

You two even do the little dance that Miko and Feid do whenever they perform it live together. Miko then shoots you wink as she gently grabs your hand and spins you around. Bodies pressed together, you move your hips against Miko, who responds with the same movement, creating an intimate dance between the two of you.

You lean your head back onto her shoulder, enjoying this moment with your girlfriend, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips when you feel Miko’s lips kiss your neck. Her hands begin to roam your body, her touch delicate yet electrifying, as your movements become evident that this is more than just a dance. Your pulse has quickened, and desire begins to course through your veins.

“Eres fucking sexy, Y/N,” Miko murmurs in your ear before kissing the skin there.

You smirk. “I move sexier in the bedroom.”

And the moment the words leave your mouth, you’re hoisted over your girlfriend’s shoulder and she practically sprints to your shared bedroom. Let’s just say that the household chores were left for another day. Not that either of you minded, of course.

[ladylilith]

Hola 🤗

May I please request a fic based on the apple music vid of Miko back in Añasco, and when she gets to the dojo her gf surprises her and Miko forgets about the cameras and filming for a minute and goes to kiss her gf, then when she remembers the camera she gets shy like "lo siento, haven't seen my baby in a while" and we just sit on her lap cuddling her the rest of the time 🥹

Hola, mi amor! Omg of courseeee ❤️🙈

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A new wave of excitement and anticipation hits you as the familiar sound of your girlfriend’s voice gets closer and closer. You’ve been waiting all day to see her, picturing her reaction in your head, your arms aching to hold her close to you again. Your surprise arrival is all part an interview that Miko is doing for Apple Music.

Everyone is in on it.

And Miko has no idea.

“Bienvenidos al dojo!” Miko announces to the camera, her back facing you. “Esto es nuestro safe place, nuestro espacio creativo también…”

She turns around. And freezes in place when her eyes meet yours across the room. The smile that you’ve been holding back spreads on your lips as you giggle at your girlfriend’s stunned expression.

“Y/N?!” Miko exclaims in shock and delight, her hands flying up to her mouth, making your heart swell.

“Hi, mi amor,” you smile, outstretching your arms out to her.

Overcome with emotion, Miko runs to you, almost knocking you off from your feet as she wraps her tattooed arms around you tightly. Tears you didn’t realize you had begin to roll down your face as you melt into her arms, soaking in her familiar and comforting touch. It has been a long four months since you’ve seen each other, and you’ve missed her so much.

Miko pulls away slightly, her hands on your face, smiling fondly at you with unshed tears in her eyes. She kisses your forehead, your nose and then your lips. God, how you’ve missed her lips.

“Miko,” you giggle on between kisses. “Your interview…”

Miko’s eyes widen slightly in realization. With a sheepish chuckle, she plants another kiss to your lips before turning towards the camera. Her arm wraps around your waist as she pulls you close to her side.

“Lo siento, haven’t seen my baby in a while,” she says shyly to the camera. “Esta es mi novia, Y/N. Mi main inspiration.”

“Hola,” you wave to the camera with a smile. Miko leads you to the couch, gesturing for the camera to follow her. She greets one of her friends with a bro handshake and sits down, pulling you to her lap.

“Take a seat! Welcome!” Miko chirps, her tone playful as she wraps her arm around your waist.

For the rest of the interview you’re cuddled up to your girlfriend. The next day the interview is posted on YouTube, and the snippet of you surprising Miko goes viral among the fanbase. Each time you see it, your heart swells at the sweet, raw reaction of your girlfriend.

“Te amo, Y/N,” Miko murmurs softly in your ear as she hugs you from behind, her lips turning up into a smile when she sees that you’re watching another edit of your reactions.

“Yo te amo aún mas, María Victoria,” you hum and kiss her cheek.

“En los labios, baby,” she whines like a little kid and with a soft laugh, you oblige.

God, you love her so much.

[ladylilith]

Trying to make this make sense, but can i request miko & reader where they have been dating for years, way before she was famous, and just how it is dating "Vicky" versus dating "Miko"

Tried my best, my love! Hope it’s to your liking ❤️

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It has been your biggest pride and joy to watch your girlfriend blossom throughout her career. You were the first person she told about her idea of uploading songs and covers on SoundCloud, and with your encouragement, she started to do so. You were always her biggest supporter; staying up late with her through the night during her writing sessions, comforting her when she became frustrated, and giving her the hype she needed to keep going. She soon began to grow in popularity and became known throughout the island for her musical talent. Until that faithful day when Bad Bunny invited her on stage. You were there, crying tears of joy as you watched your girlfriend fulfill her dream, and hugged her tighter than you ever have before when she got down from the stage.

Some would suggest that your relationship has changed since your girlfriend has found fame but it is entirely the opposite. No matter how busy she got, no matter what part in the world she was in, Vicky always put you and your relationship first. Every decision she made regarding her career, she had you in mind, big or small. In her acceptance speeches, she always expressed her sincere love and gratitude for you. And on stage, she made sure to shout you out and dedicate your favorite song to you, whether you were in the audience or not.

To millions of fans, she was known as Young Miko— the Puerto Rican Mami who took the world by storm with her boldness and charisma, equipped with tremendous flow, untouchable confidence and suave demeanor— but around you, she is just Vicky. In your eyes, she has never changed. Behind closed doors, she is still the same sweet, quirky girl that stole your heart all those years ago.

And she always will be just so long as you are hers.

Vicky.

Your Vicky.

[ladylilith]

Bésame Vicky

[ladylilith]

ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬

͙͘͡★ Genre: Idol!au, fluff

͙͘͡★ Warnings: None

͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N

͙͘͡★ Word Count: 1.4k

He didn't even look up when she entered the room. 

Chris's eyes were closed, his fingers slotted together and steepled below his chin as the crease between his eyebrows deepened. Concentration was etched into every one of the man's pores. He inhaled through his teeth, the sound soft but mildly agitated in the dim glow of his bedroom - he reached for his headphones that hung over a small post on his desk, and he pushed them over his head, squashing his curls in the process. His delicate fingers clicked twice on the crimson mouse adjacent to him. Chris's eyes fell shut again, his fingers drumming across the pout on his lips in thought, and he hummed to himself with a single nod before slipping his headphones off. 

Y/N's heart twinged in her chest. She had come to silently cuddle up with him, the way she so often did; but now, watching him being so engrossed in his work with his ever present focus, Y/N didn't know whether she should stay in the doorway a little longer, admiring the man before her, or if she should shut the bedroom door and give in to the yearning rooted deep inside her. 

Eyes drooping with pure love weighing down her eyelashes, Y/N curled her fingers into the long sleeves of her t-shirt. It wasn't hers - it was Chris's, the sleeves too long and stopping at her knees, the hem of the tee skimming the middle of her bare thighs. It hung off of her in the softest of drapes, scented with his cologne and the sweet muskiness of his skin; the woman couldn't help but flap the sleeves around a little as she continued to gaze at him. Her lips curved up into a smile when Chris reached for a small carton beside him - his fingers curled around it gently as he sipped through the thin straw, the fruity liquid fragrant even from where Y/N was standing. 

He was completely engulfed in his own little world, and Y/N's eyes watered. 

After a few more moments of admiring him, Y/N quietly wandered up to him. The door fell shut with a soft click, and Chris still hadn't a clue she was there until she appeared at the side of his desk. She didn't wait for his acknowledgement; instead she ducked under his outstretched arms and climbed onto his lap, her legs falling on either side of Chris's thighs. One of his hands came up behind her, soft on her back as she leaned forward, head dropping against his shoulder. She curled her arms softly around Chris's torso, and when his hand began to brush up and down the length of her back in slow, loving sweeps, Y/N let out a content little sigh. 

Neither of them spoke. Y/N's eyes fell shut, and Chris tilted his head a little to press the softest of kisses to the crown of her head before returning his attention to his laptop. One of his hands remained on her back, his fingertips so gentle Y/N wouldn't have felt them if it wasn't for the extraordinary heat seeping out of his skin. His hand was slow, leisurely as it traced the contours of her back through her top, the pads of his fingers kissing her neck, twining around her hair as she breathed deeply against him. Her own cheek was smushed against one side of his chest, and the faintest thud thud thud of his heartbeat kissed her nose. The subtle rise and fall of his chest cushioned Y/N's head, and she found herself burrowing herself further into the cocoon of the man's embrace, tucking herself so close to him that she was sure she now smelled more like him than she did her own scent.

Neither of them spoke - they didn't need to. Every now and then, the mixed sounds from Chris's laptop would play out loud - sometimes chaotic and making Y/N jump, earning a comforting brush of his hand against the back of her head, sometimes more slow, melodic and peaceful that had her eyes drooping. Combined with the soft clicking of Chris's mouse, and the gentle tap of his keys, Y/N's eyes began to fall shut, her breathing slowing. But she snapped them open again once she heard a sudden rustle, and wordlessly, Chris brought a hand to her face, a small chunk of chocolate shining dully an inch away from her. 

It made her smile against the heavy cotton of his hoodie. She moved her head ever so slightly and accepted the chocolate, Chris's fingers moving away and returning to the packet on his desk. She chewed softly, the truffle centre melting on her tongue as Chris popped one into his mouth too, his hand returning to her back. He adjusted her then, pulling her closer to him so her stomach was completely cushioned against the hard planes of his own. He leaned back in his seat, fingers returning with more chocolate to Y/N's mouth, his hand smoothing over the silky skin of her thigh as he gazed thoughtfully at the work on his laptop. The sigh he let out stirred the hair at Y/N's temple, his breath hot and sweet, and the woman shivered, nuzzling her face further against him as he held her a little tighter. He began to move slowly in his seat, swaying side to side on the soft wheels as his thinking deepened; It almost felt like Y/N was being rocked in his lap without him even meaning to, and when the sixth chocolate Chris held out in front of her stayed melting between his thumb and index finger, the man peered down at her with softening eyes. She had fallen fast asleep, pouty lips parted ever so slightly, her face squished against the cradle of his arm like a little dumpling. 

Chris's face split into a wide smile, his cheek dimpling under the dim lighting of his room before he licked the melting chocolate off of his fingers. He rustled his fingers against a nearby napkin before settling his hand on her back again, his other hand low on her hip, and he patted softly, his cheek nestling against the top of her head as he continued to stare at his laptop. 

He solely used his headphones now, pushing them down around his neck every now and then instead of placing them on the desk. He wasn't sure just how long the two of them stayed like that, Y/N tucked into him like a tiny kangaroo, her breathing gentle puffs of air against his broad chest. She didn't stir once; all rigidity of body had completely melted away, and she was almost fused into him in a way that made Chris's smile widen every time he looked down at her. The soft pecks he left at the crown of her head were countless, as were the gentle pats to her back, her shoulders, her waist. 

After a long while, the man finally shut his laptop. He threaded his fingers through Y/N's hair, and she hummed under her breath, suddenly moving; her brows knit together as she rubbed her eyes slowly, and Chris's hand found its way to the side of her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone in tender strokes.

“Shh … “ Chris murmured against her temple as she murmured something incoherent. “Go back to sleep, baby. ‘S late.” 

Y/N swallowed thickly, brushing her cheek against his chest as her eyes fell shut again. “Mm … stop workin’.” 

Chris grinned to himself. “I have,” he whispered. “Bed time.” 

She made a sleepy, agreeable sound, and with a soft chuckle under his breath, Chris hooked his arms around her and stood from his seat. Y/N yawned against his neck as Chris shuffled them both over to his bed. She barely noticed him tucking her beneath the crisp duvet, nor did she notice her head falling against the plush pillow; she was instantly surrounded in Chris's addictive heat again, and she was scooped up onto his arms a moment later. His chest was bare now, and his skin was like an electric blanket as Y/N buried her face into it. She was half draped on top of him, curled up almost like she had been before - but this time, Chris wrapped his legs around hers, locking her into him, and hummed sleepily when she felt his biceps squeeze her into a tighter hug.

“‘Night … “ she whispered against his collarbone. 

Chris draped the duvet over her, tucking it around her shoulders. His hand cupped the back of her head as he settled his own head into the soft dip of his sturdy pillow, and he lightly tickled the base of her neck with his fingertips. 

“Night, baby girl,” he breathed. “Sweet dreams.”

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[ladylilith]

Delicate

Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluff

Summary: Felix isn't talking to you. It's Day 3, and you've had it. So you do what's necessary to get your bratty boyfriend back in order, and it is chaotic to say the least.

a/n: Short, but trying so hard to run from the writer's block lurking in the corner 😭

Never in your life did you think you'd be doing something like this. Never. 

It was 2:15 am on day three of Felix’s silent treatment, and you were scaling the wall of the rickety old Victorian building like a lovesick ninja.

The things you do for love - or, more accurately, for your sulky little shit of a boyfriend, who was probably scowling at his phone right then.

The fight was stupid to begin with. Something about you laughing (too hard, according to Felix) at Changbin’s dumb joke about beating Felix repeatedly in a ‘Tekken tournament’. And Felix took this way too personally.

He was especially sensitive about his gaming skills being questioned. And now he has shut you out, ignoring your texts and calls (and cute puppy videos as well).

You had tried everything - apologies, flirty voicemails, even slipping a handwritten love note under his door. But nothing. He didn't even look at you, but that tiny delicate pout on his lips? Oh you'd notice it from anywhere. 

Seeing you try so hard, Chris, the frat’s resident dad/Zen master, cornered you after day one, his voice all soft and diplomatic as he said, “Give him a day or two, yeah? Lix is just...in his feels.”

Ok, so, you respected that. The next two days. You did that.

Now at day three, and you were done waiting - hence the climbing. The window on the second-floor landing was your ticket in (because you knew the boys left it unlocked all the time). You were halfway there, your ladder not half as long as you thought it would be. So you were cursing the ivy you were clinging on - it was definitely not as sturdy as it looked in movies. You were one slip away from becoming a campus legend for all the wrong reasons, at this point. 

Your fingers gripped the ledge, and you were hauling yourself up when, *BAM* - the window flew open (nearly taking your head with it), and Hyunjin’s head popped out like a damn jack-in-the-box.

"Hyunjin!!" You hissed, and he yelped, flailing so hard he nearly toppled out himself. 

“What the fuck?!” he hissed back, clutching his chest like you’d given him a heart attack.

“Shh!!” you snapped, clinging to the sill for dear life. “You’re gonna wake the whole house, you idiot!”

“I’m the idiot? You’re the one playing mission impossible on our wall!” Hyunjin whisper-yelled, eyes wide, his hair a messy halo from whatever he was doing at this hour. “What are you doing?”

“Getting to Felix, obviously,” you said matter-of-factly. “Now help me in before I fall and die.”

Hyunjin smirked, because of course he does.

“Say ‘pretty please’ first.”

“I will shove you down the stairs,” you growled, but he was already grabbing your arms, yanking you through the window with surprising strength.

But momentum betrayed you both, and you crashed onto the hardwood floor -  you were sprawled on top of him in a tangle of limbs. Your knee was in his ribs, his hands on your ass, and your chest to his face. And he had the audacity to grin like this was  the best thing that has happened to him all week.

“Well, hello there,” he purred, voice dripping with that flirty gremlin energy he was infamous for. “If you wanted to climb me, you could’ve just knocked, I'm generous.”

You shove off him so fast, it made you dizzy.

“Get your horny paws off me, Hwang.” You said, scrambling to your feet.

You adjusted your hoodie, ignoring the way his eyes lingered on you. “Where’s my boyfriend?”

Hyunjin propped himself up on his elbows, still chuckling.

“Your boyfriend’s in his room, sulking like a kicked puppy.” he said, slowly rising to his feet, towering over you (and daring to take a step closer) with a grin. 

You rolled your eyes, shoving past him as he called after you, “My offer stands!”

You turned around, batting your eyelashes at him, and said, “I'll remember that, Hyunjinnie!”

And he laughed as you creeped down the dimly lit hallway. The frat house was a maze of creaky floors and hallways, but you knew Felix’s room like the back of your hand. You saw that the door was open a little, and you slipped inside the dark room, heart pounding. Felix was sprawled across his bed, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, scrolling aimlessly. He didn’t notice you at first, his brows furrowed, lips pouty in that infuriatingly adorable way. 

God, he was hot even when he was being a brat.

You cleared your throat and said, “So, you planning to ignore me forever, or what?”

Felix jolted, phone nearly flying out of his hands. You watched as he fumbled to switch on his bedside lamp and his eyes widened, then narrowed, that stubborn spark flaring.

“How’d you even get in here?”

“Climbed the wall,” you said, crossing your arms. “You’re lucky I didn’t break my neck.”

He scoffed, sitting up, the movement making the muscles in his chest flex in a way that was really distracting. “Why didn't you ask Changbin for help, hm?”

“Oh, real mature, Yongbok.” You stepped closer, hands on your hips. “What are you even mad about? Don't bring Binnie into this, cos I know it's not that.”

“It’s not about Changbin,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze. “It’s about you acting like I’m not enough.”

Your heart twinged, but you were not letting him off that easily.

“Not enough? Lix, I’m literally scaling buildings for you. If that’s not devotion, I don’t know what is.”

He glanced at you, and you caught the flicker of guilt in his eyes before he masked it with a scowl.

“Whatever.”

You’d had it. Marching over, you snatched his phone and tossed it onto the nightstand.

“Enough with the baby act. Talk to me.” you snapped. 

He glared, but there was a heat in his eyes now, not just anger. “Why should I? You’re the one who -”

You cut him off by climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap before he could finish. His hands instinctively landed on your thighs, and you felt the shift in his breathing, the way his body reacted despite his stubbornness.

“You’re gonna listen to me now, Yongbok,” you said, leaning in until your lips were so close to his. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. But I’m not letting you push me away over some misunderstanding.”

His eyes darkened, fingers tightening on your hips.

“Yeah?” His voice was husky now, the pout replaced by something dangerous. “Prove it.”

Oh, game on. You closed the gap, kissing him hard, all teeth and tongue, pouring every ounce of your frustration into it. He groaned into your mouth, hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. The fight was still there, simmering under the surface, but it was morphing into something else - something that had you tugging at his hair, his hands slipping under your hoodie, lifting it up to feel your skin against skin.

“Still mad?” you murmured against his lips, grinding down just enough to make him hiss.

“Furious,” he growled, flipping you onto your back in one swift move.

He hovered over you, freckles glowing in the soft golden light, looking like a goddamn dream despite the attitude.

“But you’re making it real hard to stay that way.” he whispered, and you smirked, hooking a leg around his waist. “Good. Now shut up and make up with me properly.”

The door creaked open just then, and Chris’s voice cut through the haze.

“Yo, Lix, you good? Oh - shit.” Chris stood frozen at the door for a moment his eyes fixed on you, before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Guess you two worked it out.”

“Get out!” Felix yelled and Chris literally scrambled out, and you could hear Hyunjin cackling in the background, before the door slammed shut. Hyunjin's loud screams rocked the house next, and you both lay there, eyes still on the door.

Felix sighed before looking back at you, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Where were we?”

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