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tommydarlings · 11 months
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i love your hands | c.s
pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader
warnings: smut, chocking, dacryphilia, brief mention of orgasm denial, very brief mention of public sex
w/c: 1.5k
summary: You slowly noticed how you got more and more obsessed with Carlos’s hands… what you didn’t notice tho, was how Carlos noticed that aswell — and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he wouldn’t show you that in the best way possible.
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It was almost like a hobby. A daily hobby that you're too good at already.
Staring at Carlos’s hands, or — how your friends would probably call it, being utterly obsessed with them.
But you just couldn’t help it. Those manly, hairy hands, sometimes some of them decorated with silver rings were just really making you feel something.
It was almost like you orgasmed just from looking at his fingers playing with his silver ring, big finger moving along the round shape of the small piece of jewellery while you squeezed your thighs together, desperately trying to hide a whine that wanted to escape.
Lily, Alex's girlfriend looked over to you, “Are you okay y/n? You look a bit zoned out, honey.” She asked you in a concerning tone.
'Oh no, yeah, I am totally fine! I am just seconds away from creaming my pants because of the way that my boyfriend is playing with his little ring, thanks for asking, lily!'
No way in hell you could say that.
Carlos quickly turned his head and looked over into your direction, leaning his body a bit forward to take a closer look at your face and body, only then noticing how you rubbed your naked thighs together.
He really begged you to wear that red dress, so you did.
You shortly nodded, “Oh, yeah! I an fine, don’t worry.”
“Are you sure, cariño? You really look like you're a bit…distracted by something.” Carlos said as one of his hands reached over and got a hold of your thigh, briefly squeezing it while his big brown eyes looked at your facial expression.
His thumb rubbed short circles onto your hot skin, making it all even worse than before since his veiny hands were even closer to where you currently needed him the most.
You gulped before you nodded again, obviously lying, “No, y-yeah, I‘m fine.” You replied.
Your boyfriend came closer to you, so close that his big nose ran along your jaw, briefly giving it an innocent peck, “Just so you know cariño, I don’t believe you.” He told in a strong Spanish accent before he put his body away from yours again.
Alex and lily smiled at Carlos's sweet and romantic action, turning their focus back to their food again.
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“Gosh.” You quietly muttered to yourself before you closed the door of the public restroom, fingers brushing themselves through your hair as you took a deep breath and looked in the mirror.
You seriously couldn’t remember the last time you saw yourself getting so unbelievably red because of a man.
With your eyes closed, you let your fingers squeeze the hard countertop top as somebody opened the big door made out of wood.
Suddenly, you felt a big, strong hand slowly making it's way around your throat, squeezing it. You gasped in pure shook, but then you calmed down a bit as you noticed that it’s Carlos who is standing behind you.
Your visibly smaller hands left the countertop, “Ni siquiera lo pienses, cariño.” Don’t even think about it, baby. He told you in a deep and demanding tone as he noticed how you wanted to remove his veiny hand that’s currently having your throat in a tiny chokehold.
You gulped, the feeling of swallowing your nervousness down feeling harder than ever,
“You're gonna listen to me very carefully now, okay?” Big lips gliding along the top of your head before you bottom lip started to tremble.
“Voy a hacer contigo contra esa puerta de allí lo que sea que tenga ganas de hacer contigo ahora, y si desobedeces y abres tu gran boca y dices algo mocoso, voy a hacer que te arrepientas tanto que nunca más te atreverás a abrir la boca.” I'm gonna do with you against that door over there whatever I feel like doing with you now, and if you disobey and open your big mouth and say something bratty, I am gonna make you regret it so unbelievably much that you will never dare yourself to open your mouth ever again.
You briefly closed your eyes and then opened then again only to see Carlos looking at you through the big mirror now,
“¿Entendido?” Understood? He asked you.
You wildly nodded, “Sí.” yes.
“Bien.” Good. He replied before he grabbed you by your upper arm and swiftly lead your figure over to the big wooden door, locking it before he turned around, looking down at you, not breaking the eye contact.
Carlos quickly got removed your thong, stuffing it into the back pocket of his blue trousers before he put his hand around your throat again and messily kissed your soft lips.
You both groaned and moaned into each others mouths. After some while of sharing messy open mouth kisses, your boyfriend's hand made it’s way down to your wet pussy, fingers toying a bit with your clit.
“C-Carlos-” you whined desperately, knowing he could do way more.
“Yes, cariño?” He asked cheekily, knowing exactly what you want from him, fingers now gently touching your wet entrance but not entirely entering you yet.
You gulped as one of your hand swiftly grabbed his wrist but he wasn’t a fan of that. “What did I say, huh?”
“You-,” briefly choking on your breath, “You said that if I open my mouth-”
“Bratty behaviour counts aswell, zorra.” slut. Carlos told you harshly in a strong Spanish accent before his big hand left your throat and grabbed your wrist in a quick motion, pinning it against the wooden door.
You gasped as soon as you felt the back of your hand colliding with the big door and Carlos’s fingers finally entering your desperate cunt, moving them in a rather slow motion in and out of you, making you cry out and whine as a tiny part of palm repeatedly touched your clit.
You closed your eyes and let your head fall forward, forehead touching his hard and moving chest but Carlos didn’t like that — he picked with his other hand your head back up and forced you to look up at him.
And only after a few seconds of intensely staring at the Spaniard, you realised that he had dropped your arm. So you saw that as the perfect chance to pursue a second attempt at slowing his moving hand down since he got way faster by now.
“I dare you to do it, cariño.” He muttered deeply, Spanish accent making it sound even more attractive. “Do it and I’ll stop right now and drag you out of this restroom and make you sit your bratty ass down again, eres una pequeña perra desagradecida.” You ungrateful little bitch. Hand now gliding up the skin of your throat again, squeezing it as he looked down at your begging figure.
“P-Please Carlos-” you begged as he went even faster, quickly bringing tears to your eyes.
“Just be a good girl for me and you’ll may get anything you want, cariño.” He said in a quiet but stern tone, thumb caressing the side of your neck.
His long fingers went faster again, going knuckles deep into your wet pussy while you were squeezing your eyes shut to let the tears fall down your red cheeks.
Carlos groaned as he looked down at his fingers moving in and out of your cunt, “I should probably leave you here right on the edge, right now.” Making you shot your wet eyes open, looking up at him while you repeatedly shook your head.
“No?” He asked teasingly with a tiny smirk, “Why not? You were a dirty little brat, cariño.” Fingers slowing a tiny bit down but entering your pussy now even deeper, making your roll your eyes into the back of your head.
He came closer to you so he could properly whisper in your ear, “I knew that you were staring at my hands the entire time, you little slut.” Fingers slowing down with every word he said, making you whine.
“If I would have fingered your tight little cunt right under that table you probably would have let me, zorra.” slut.
You shook your head, “N-No! Please don’t s-slow down c-carlos, por favor.” You begged while tears made their way down your temples.
Your hands were shaking next to your body, you were trying so hard to not let them shot up and catch his wrists since you know you would never get to cum then if you would do that.
Suddenly, Carlos finger got faster again, making your legs shake as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching you.
You bit back a loud and whiny scream, “I-I'm gonna cum, Carlos-”
“You're not gonna ask me for permission? How rude, cariño-”
“Please! C-Can I please cum.” You loudly cried out, tears staining your hot face while your hands were forming tight fists next to your shaking body.
“Puedes correrte, ahora.” You may cum, now.
You screamed and whined as you fell to your knees. Carlos did not stop his movements, instead, he was going down with you and no matter how hard you tried to wiggle way from his fast movements, he always followed you and didn’t give you a single break.
Then, as carlos looked down at your shaking figure, he noticed how you tried to say something,
“You wanna say something, pretty girl?” Brushing your hair out of your face. You nodded before you slowly opened your mouth and mumbled,
“I l-love your hands, so m-much.”
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arachnoia · 7 months
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fan favorite | miguel o'hara | part one here
in which your little side hobby is being a cam girl, except things get messy when you’re your boss’s fan favorite
pairing- miguel o’hara x fem! reader
tags- nsfw, masterbating, afab reader, idk how to make tags ! (perspective also changes from reader and miguel !)
—-
He couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night but instead stared at his wall after he jerked himself off to the thought of fucking you.
Or at least the streamer version.
His sheets are ripped again thanks to his talons which were currently sinking into his mattress.
“Carajo…”
Now he knows who the streamer he likes is, and he doesn’t like it. Or he at least thinks he knows. The feeling of talking to you now makes him cringe.
Should he fire you? It would feel too awkward.
Or maybe it’s just him being crazy from not sleeping. Miguel has a tendency to not sleep. He either is too into protecting the multiverse to sleep or he’s horny and watches specifically your past livestreams to get by.
What can he say? He’s consistent with it.
“Miguel!”
Lyla emerged from his watch, dancing around his bed frame as he groaned, “What?”
She frowned and rolled her eyes, “Get up. I’m surprised you’re in bed at this hour for once!”
Miguel rolled his eyes and got ready, turning his lights even dimmer since he didn’t get sleep and his eyes were already sensitive as it is.
He stopped for a minute and looked at himself in the mirror.
His hair was messier than usual, his chestnut curls blocking his face. His eyes looked dead inside and in general, he looked fucked up.
He was.
“Miguellllll!”
“Ya voy!”
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You bit your lip in frustration.
Yeah, your cut was fully healed and you slept okay. But that was only after taking melatonin and some sleep tea.
If that were not the case, you’d be feeling how you are now; stressed and anxious.
You didn’t know how to react when he called you Hermosa. That was someone a certain viewer from your streams called you and the phrase was associated with them. They would send a lot of money, which you were fond of.
Or maybe you misheard. Then again, it was quite nerve-wracking to be so close to your hot-ass boss.
“Y/N!!”
You quit brushing your hair and went over to your living room where Lyla was standing over your watch, “How’re ya doin’?”
You smiled forcefully, “Just peachy…”
“Gosh, what happened?! You look messed up, Miguel looks even worse! But anyways, just came to see how things are!”
You furrowed your eyebrows at what she said and sighed, “No, I just have a lot of things on my mind and I don’t know about O’Hara but he probably has his own shit.”
Lyla nodded and smiled, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
She looked over to your nightstand, where you just so happened to have a pink dildo that you used last night due to frustration. She furrowed her eyebrows, which you caught. You looked where she was looking and panicked.
“Hey, what’s tha-“
“I’ll see you at work, Lyla!! Bye!”
And before Lyla could even answer, you ran towards your watch to shut it off.
“Thank god…”
You looked over at your watch and saw the time which was 9.
You rolled your eyes and decided to skip today. Plus the secondhand embarrassment would be too much to bear.
___
Miguel frowned at his screens and looked over at the time, reading it to be 4.
“What the hell happened to Y/N? Have you seen her?”
He turned over to see Jessica Drew from below his platform.
“I, uh- don’t know. Why?”
She shrugged, “Dunno, just thought you’d know since you patched her up yesterday.”
All of a sudden she stopped and covered her mouth, “You don’t know, do you?!”
That question made his thoughts go all over the place. What didn’t he know? What happened? Did she know what he knew? Or rather what he thought he knew?
“Know what?”
Jessica rolled her eyes, “Y/N’s shy and young still. So I’m guessing yesterday was awkward for her,”
Oh…
“-Like y’know, since she got injured and stuff. Plus, I think she has a bit of a crush on you so don’t be as mean as you usually are if you see her tomorrow.”
Miguel frowned at Jessica and swung down, “I’m not mean.”
She snickered, “Sure, Miguel. Whatever you say- Hey, where are you going?”
Miguel turned around and pointed up to the platform, “You’re in charge. Lyla.”
“Yes sir!”
Jess gave him a surprised expression and frowned, glaring at him, “You still haven’t answered my question!”
“Don’t need to.”
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Miguel felt a little sense of deja vu as he swung to your quarters. The sensation felt almost uncanny as he felt his stomach sink, “Shock…”
He hesitated as he climbed the fire emergency stairs from the outside of your building and slipped in from your open window.
And that’s where he heard it.
“F-Fuck Miguel!”
Then it went silent. You must have sensed something from her Spider senses. Miguel looked at the familiar flooring of all the live streams he saw, every detail of your living room engraved in his mind.
He turned his head to the sound of a door slightly opening, “Miguel..?”
You looked tired and breathless, only in your underwear and a tank top, your nipples poking through the thin fabric. He almost wanted to laugh. You were barely yelling out his name in pleasure and now you say it like you’re afraid of it.
“Yes?”
“Why are you here?”
“Why weren’t you at work? I know your healing abilities are fast.”
A smile crept on his lips as your quiet figure turned around. He felt his stomach doing cartwheels as he noticed you gripping something tightly. Something pink and curved.
“What’s that you’re holding?” Your reaction to his sentence alone made his cock almost twitch in excitement. Your lips slightly parted and looked away, “Nothing…”
He walked towards you, backing you into a wall, to see what you were holding a shot at it, holding a pink dildo before he knew it. Your face turned to one of horror and gasped, “Look-“
“I didn’t know you were into this. Y/L/N, I heard you.”
At this point, you two were only inches apart. He smirked as he could hear how fast your heartbeat went and how labored your breaths went.
“I- don’t have an explanation for that.”
“You don’t?”
He turned your face to look at him, towering over you and intimidating you. He began leaning towards your lips and noticed how you leaned towards closer to him before kissing him. If this wasn’t eerie, he didn’t know what was.
He started caressing your face, trying to be gentle before anything else until you took off your top and pinned him against the wall.
“Hermosa-”
You put your finger against his lips and motioned to his watch where he took off his suit. You kneeled down, looking up at him before smiling at his erect cock and starting kissing at his swollen tip, “I’ve always wanted to thank my number one supporter…”
“S-Shit. Just like that, baby…” He bit his lip and held back a moan. Your tongue grazed on his girth, driving him wild before your started pumping his cock. After teasing him a bit, you started taking him in by the tip slowly and bobbed your head to pleasure him.
He looked down to meet your eyes glazed with tears and gasped, “You’re so good, querida…Fuck-“
You smiled as you felt him twitch and let go only to place his cock between your tits. Miguel let out a groan as you started pumping out his cock again and releasing his load in your mouth.
Before you could even get up, Miguel lifted you up and pinned you against the wall again, where he ripped your panties off and felt his fingers through your wet folds, “Damn it…”
You let out a breathless moan and frowned, “My fucking god.”
He teased your folds with his cock, sliding it in slowly in you while you clawed at his muscular back, “M-Miguel, fuck!”
Miguel threw his head back from how tight you were, “You’re so fucking tight, hermosa. Just like that, mami.”
You cried out from the stretch as he inserted his whole length and held your leg up to his shoulder in order to thrust even harder, stuffing you full. You shut your eyes closed as the speed of his thrusts engulfed you in a state of euphoria. Like he’s been waiting to do this.
You looked up at him and chuckled darkly, out of breath, “Would you ever consider making a guest appearance one day?”
He let out an exasperated groan, “Maybe… it would be interesting.”
“You are a fan favorite anyways.”
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sol’s notes- i did not know how to end this and i have mixed feelings but lmk! also I typed this out, like yk the DRAFT AND I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT SO IM REALLY SORRY 🙏🏼
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Family Day | Emily Sonnett x Reader
dropping this cause the USWNT doc came out today. I feel like Saucy would be the most chaotically fun wife lol. request is here... Enjoy :)
“FAMILYYYYYYY DAYY!” A mess of blonde curls makes her way into the room screaming. 
“Amelia, inside voi-,” you attempt to remind your daughter only to be cut off. 
“FAMILYYYY DAYY,” Your wife jumps up from the bed matching the energy of your 5 year old. 
“YESSSSSSS!”
“My loves please!” You sigh. “Inside voices.” 
“Sorry mom,” Emily mocks, making a face that your daughter smirks at.
You shoot your wife a warning glare that makes her throw her hands up in surrender. “Are you two ready to go?” You ask while throwing the last of your necessities in a bag. 
“Yes ma’am,” your wife says saluting you and immediately having it mimicked by your daughter. You roll your eyes and Emily seems to finally pick up on your slight annoyance. “Go put your shoes on baby saucy,” she ushers her mini me out the room. 
“Actual shoes baby girl, not your cleats,” you yell after her. “Please stop calling our child baby saucy.”
“Aw come on she loves it and this one,” she places her hand on your 6-month pregnant belly and rubs, “baby saucy #2 will love it too.” 
You accept the kiss she places on your lips before speaking, “I need you to be my wife today, not my second child okay?” You joke stroking along her arms. 
Emily huffs, crossing her arms in a pout, “I’m always your wife.” You kiss away the pout, smiling as she pulls you into her arms. “All good?”
“All good. Now go make sure she puts on an actual pair of shoes please,” again she salutes you before sprinting out of the room. You roll your eyes playfully at the gesture.
You can’t help but love her playful nature, that’s what made you fall for her in the first place. Emily had the title of fun parent sealed from the moment you gave birth, probably even before. She would tell jokes to your stomach and jump in excitement when she felt the baby kick in response. You adored your very adult second child.
The time she spent away during the season between national team duties and away games was hard. While the result didn’t end how they would have liked, you were happy to have her home consistently for a while, but nowhere near as happy as your daughter, Amelia.
The 5-year-old had planned a whole family day to the Zoo and Aquarium down to the very last detail. It was the focus of every conversation over the last week. Emily entertained her with poorly drawn out schemes of how they would travel through every exhibit. A star placed over the lion and shark exhibits, as they were ‘TOP PRIORITY’.
When you walk to the living room to gather the troops, the sight you see is absolutely adorable. The two perched identically on the edge of the couch, Amelia with one shoe on and the other in Emily’s hand as she uses it to point out different tactics taking place during the WSL game on the TV.  You snap a quick photo before making your way in.
“Oh are we staying in? Let me take off my shoes and get back in bed. Baby Saucy has been a bit moody in here all morning anyway,” you say dramatically.
“NO!” They both shout, scrambling to put on the final shoe and rushing towards the door.
You shake your head amused and meet them by the door, “I knew you liked the nickname,” Emily teases, placing a kiss to your cheek as you quickly shove her away with a laugh. 
The day goes about how you would expect. You are being dragged around by both arms, one in Amelia’s and the other in Emily’s, going through each exhibit. 
“Mommy LOOK!” 
“Babe, keep up.”
“Mommy quick the lions are out.”
“Do you think we should get her a baby lion for Christmas?”
“Can we take the baby shark home?”
“Scratch the baby lion, maybe a baby shark?”
“LOOK! LOOK!”
They would say things to you and sprint away before you could even give a response. You were rightfully tired, a grateful sigh leaving your lips when you finally made it through the last exhibit. “Okay my loves, let's get ready to wrap it up.”
“Should we throw mommy in?” Emily jokes, acting like she’s going to lift you up bridal style.
“Nah, I want to meet the baby,” Amelia shrugs, rubbing at her eyes a tell-tale sign she was tired.
Emily scoops the girl up in her arms, causing her to immediately snuggle against her. All the excitement quickly being replaced by exhaustion. “Ready to go baby girl,” Emily coos, only to get a sleepy nod against her chest in return.
You’re endeared by the bond the two of them share. While she loved to play and joke around with the 5-year-old like they were best friends, nothing was better than seeing her be the protective mama bear. She rubs a soothing hand against her back, “Mama, can we get a shark?” Amelia asks.
“Yeah baby girl. We can get whatever you want.” 
Your eyes triple in size at the statement, making Emily smirk. She pulls you into her side, placing a kiss on your forehead. She grabs your hand, leading you towards the gift shop and you chuckle in realization. 
Amelia is knocked out before you even make it to the car. Emily puts her in her carseat sure to tuck her new stuffed shark securely in her arms for the drive. “How are you feeling?”
Your head hits the back of the seat with a sigh, “Very happy and very tired,” you smile.
“Today was fun. I love you both so much,” Emily leans over the center console to kiss you. “And I love you the most baby saucy #2,” she coos at your stomach. 
“We all love you too babe. I think I deserve a foot rub and massage tonight. What do you think?” 
“I think that sounds amazing,” Emily agrees, switching the car into gear and placing her hand on your thigh. 
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silantryoo · 1 year
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midnight rain — huh yunjin x non-idol!reader
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yunjin can't help but reminisce about what she left to achieve her dreams.
WARNINGS ; self-depreciation, cyber-bullying
TAGS ; the huh sisters are the best, y/n is the most supportive gf ever, yunjin sacrificed sm, someone check on y/n, idek if this is a happy ending or not, yunjin using y/n as a coping mechanism tbh
GENRE ; fluff, angst (4.2k)
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huh yunjin had the whole world in the palm of her hands.
there were thousands of people out there, longing for the idol's attention. she could win anyone's heart over, just with a couple words and her goofy smile, but none of them could ever compare to you.
huh yunjin might rule the world, but you still and will always rule hers.
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yunjin met you right after she had finished produce 48.
she had left korea feeling like a shell of her former self. yunjin had gotten the taste of a dream that she so badly longed for, and one she most likely would never be able to achieve again. she had missed her only chance, and there was no getting it back.
it didn't help that mainland korea had turned its back on the then-aspiring idol.
she had read through the produce forums almost daily since then. yunjin spent hours scrolling, letting every horrible thing said build inside her like a sickly virus.
glad huh yunjin didn't make it. she's a backstabbing bitch. (+193, -21)
did huh yunjin die? i hope so (+86, -7)
i hope huh yunjin never debuts!!!!!!!!! (+273, -11)
huh yunjin knew she was done for.
she went back to new york mid-september a year later, back to the high school that she dreaded going to, another reminder that she will never, ever be who she wanted.
"um," yunjin felt a tap on her shoulder. "you know the school library isn't open twenty-four hours, right?"
"huh?" yunjin wiped her eyes. she glanced at the clock behind the strange girl. 7:12. "shit, sorry. i didn't realize."
"it's fine. i'm closing this place up soon." yunjin watched as the girl's eyes locked onto hers. she could feel her heart in her throat. "you can stay, if you want."
"i want to, uh..." yunjin cleared her throat. "i'll stay."
"okay."
yunjin forgot about everything for a moment.
"okay."
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yunjin was never a studious person.
the girl had decent grades, but she never actually put effort into studying, not like her sister or her friends around her. it came to her naturally, and yunjin had other priorities such as working on her musical skills (something that she had abandoned as soon as she stepped foot on american soil once more).
but a week later, yunjin found herself sitting in front of her younger sister, watching as she did her homework.
"unnie?" her sister, rachel, eyed the brunette weirdly. "why are you here?"
"why?" yunjin stared at the empty desk in front of her, looking around the library to find the others full of papers. "can't i study?"
"no. you can't." rachel tapped her pencil. "you're literally incapable of studying."
"wow, okay." the former trainee scoffed. "i've had a change of heart."
rachel shook her head.
"i get losing in produce sucks, but i don't think you could do a 180 that fast." yunjin winced, rachel opening up fresh wounds. the older huh knew that the girl was just trying to make light of the situation, but it still hurt like hell. "it's been like... three weeks."
yunjin knew it had been three weeks. three weeks, two days, and five hours since she landed back in america. she didn't need rachel to remind her, not when the entire world already had.
"can you shut up?" yunjin snapped, gripping the backpack she was holding on her lap.
the younger huh flinched, the silence of the library amplifying yunjin's aggression.
rachel looked at her sister, yunjin's eyes shut tight as she tried to calm herself down. the young girl had never been good with emotions, but she wanted nothing more than to tell her sister that it was okay to feel upset.
(even if rachel knew yunjin wouldn't listen.)
"oh hey, rach." yunjin's eyes opened, her head turning to the sound of a familiar voice, soothing the former trainee. "what are you doing?"
rachel hummed, setting her pencil down. "working on the assignment from our econ class."
you made your way between the huh sisters, looking at the diligent note-taking of the younger girl to your left.
"why?" you muttered. you were sure that the due date didn't change. "that's due next week."
"no?" you felt your heart drop. "it's due tomorrow."
"oh shit." your eyes widened, covering your mouth. you were screwed. "i need to find nadine."
rachel looked at you with a smile. it was hard to believe that you were only a month younger than yunjin. though yunjin never cared for schoolwork, she was always hardworking when necessary. you on the other hand...
"who was that?"
rachel looked at her sister, yunjin's eyes trained at your retreating figure. "y/n?"
yunjin couldn't help but smile. the name fit you perfectly. "yeah."
"she's my classmate from my AP econ class." rachel squinted. yunjin was a bit too interested in you for it to just be curious. "she's a junior this year... why?"
yunjin's eyes widened, the former trainee's face unable to hide her surprise.
"why are you taking AP?" she tried to change the subject. "aren't you 14?"
"i wanna get into NYU." rachel sighed, picking up the pencil as she bit back multiple remarks that would leave her sister cursing at her. "leave me alone."
yunjin felt a pang in her chest.
it had slipped her mind that she had to think about university now. where she was going to commit, scholarships and loans...
yunjin tried her best to not seem fazed. dreams were meant to be dreamt, not fufilled. the sooner she knew that, the better it was for her.
"you're such a nerd."
"you're literally a theater kid, unnie." rachel bit back, too immersed in her work to notice the mood drop. "you can't talk."
yunjin stared at her sister, hoping that she would never feel that way.
(but in the back of her mind, through all the guilt and anger, she couldn't help but linger at the thought of you).
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yunjin was starting to like the library.
it was quiet, and peaceful (minus the many kids who were scrambling to study for a test in the corner of the library). it let her think about everything, letting her sit in her feelings. plus, the library had the ambiance of the produce practice rooms early in the morning, something that the former trainee greatly missed.
"are you here to read through your phone again?"
yunjin could feel the hairs on her neck stand up. "huh?"
yunjin, eyes trained on your figure, watched as you took a seat across from her.
"you and rach look a lot alike." you said, humming as you set your chin on your hand. "i should've known that you were her sister."
yunjin pushed back a smile.
(she'd never tell anyone, but part of her was worried that rachel no longer looked up to her.)
"she told you about me?"
"she brags about you all the time." you smiled at yunjin's grin. "something about being a kpop idol, i dunno. i'm not good with that stuff."
the former trainee pursed her lips.
"oh, well," yunjin chuckled awkwardly, the awkwardness in her chest starting to change into pain. "i don't think that's gonna happen."
you looked her up and down. "why not?"
yunjin could think of multiple reasons, ones that she had internalized so much that she had changed the way she carried herself, but she wasn't going to say that to a random stanger (much less a hot random stranger).
"it didn't work out." yunjin said.
"oh." you scratched your cheek, yunjin nodding shallowly. "well, it's too soon to tell, y'know? you could be like, the next bts or something."
"how can i be the next bts when i'm one person?" yunjin squinted. kpop was so much more than just bts. "plus, bts isn't the only kpop group out there."
"i know that." you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the girl. "you just seem like someone who likes bts."
yunjin could feel herself blushing.
"...yeah."
"see, i already know you." yunjin looked away, afraid that she'd implode if she looked at your smile. "i just need to know your name."
"my name?" yunjin's mind went blank, nearly spitting out a random name. "jennifer."
"jennifer." you smiled harder. "nice to meet you, jennifer. i'm y/n."
and for a moment, right when yunjin's name rolled off of your tongue, yunjin felt seen.
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yunjin considered herself a lot of things. as of late, most of them had turned overwhelmingly negative, but regardless, she at least knew that she was in tune with her emotions. she, unlike her sister, was able to identify them, and 'fix' them to the best of her abilities.
however, being around you the past couple of weeks you have told her differently.
yunjin knew she liked you. she liked the way you smiled at her, your gums showing through your crooked smile. she liked the way your hands felt, the way your hand would accidentally bump into hers, making yunjin long for more.
you were everything yunjin had ever dreamt of in a person, but she was sure she was just going to mess it up again.
yunjin sighed, forcing herself to stop thinking about you, a common occurrence that had been recently happening lately.
"unnie." rachel tapped her should, causing the older girl to jump.
she turned to the younger girl and her friends, her locker mirror shaking as she slammed it closed. "what?"
rachel's friend, nadine (if yunjin remembered correctly), said, "you're close with y/n right?"
yunjin clenched her jaw, a burst of anxiety running up her spine. had you gotten hurt? was something wrong? yunjin couldn't help but overthink.
"why?" she hummed.
"you guys aren't dating?" rachel asked, yunjin's eyes widening as big as saucers.
"no," yunjin scoffed, a blush covering her face. if only she could. "what?"
rachel looked at the girl beside her as yunjin avoided the younger students' gazes. her older sister was anything but subtle.
"okay." rachel said slowly, watching as yunjin perked up, waiting to hear any information about you. "derek's planning to ask her out, so i just wanted to make sure you don't go all... you on him."
"okay, i don't go all 'me' on anyone." yunjin crossed her arms. perhaps there had been one incident a year ago that almost got her suspended, but that was only because someone had hit on rachel. yunjin took no fault. "wait... derek mcavoy?"
"yeah?"
yunjin felt her stomach sink.
she considered herself many things, passionate being one of them. sometimes, yunjin passion could get in the way of her rational thinking.
"hey, do you guys know who sent me these flowers?" yunjin could hear your voice behind her, getting closer to her. "i think they're trying to kill me."
yunjin clenched her fist.
"aren't you allergic to those?" rachel blinked at you, staring at daisies that were in your hand.
how you weren't dead? she had no clue.
"severely." you sighed, looking at the bouquet in front of you. "i had to take my inhaler."
rachel shook her head, looking at her sister who was staring into the distance, face stoic and eyes glazed over. the younger girl sighed. it was happening.
"jen," you called out to her, bringing her out of her head. yunjin turned to you. "do you think one of your fans reached me?"
yunjin's eyes met yours, hardened and swirling with an emotion that you could only identify as anger and regret. looking over to rachel, she shrugged as yunjin continued to stare into your soul.
yunjin didn't want to live in regret anymore, not when her daily life was already filled with it.
"go out with me."
yunjin had never heard silence in a crowded hallway until that very moment.
"what?"
("unnie?")
"go out with me, y/n." yunjin stated, pushing down the embarrassment threatening to take over her entire body.
("should we be here?")
"uh..." you took a breath, your gummy smile making yunjin overflow with happiness. "okay."
yunjin had never felt happiness like that in her life.
"okay."
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yunjin would be lying if she said she was satisfied with how her life was right now.
she had everything that anyone could want at her age. her grades, although not to ivy league standard, could get her in a good college if she kept her current pace. she had no family problems, and yunjin had always gotten along with rachel.
most of all, she was in a great relationship, celebrating her first valentine's with the girl she had slowly fallen in love with over the past four months.
but it wasn't enough, because this life will never be enough for yunjin.
"oh my god," yunjin smiled, turning her phone off as you entered her room. "is that huh yunjin from produce 48 where iz*one was created?"
although not as strong, yunjin felt a dull ache in her chest.
"you're so annoying." yunjin rolled her eyes, sitting up to greet you with a kiss.
"hey, i got into kpop for you so we could bond as a couple." you teased, humming against her lips. the taller girl smiled. "how am i annoying?"
"i didn't say i hated it." she whispered, moving over to give you a seat. "i missed you."
truthfully, yunjin did miss you, especially the way you made her forget her failures, even if it was just for a moment.
"i saw you yesterday." you teased. you grabbed her hand, smiling at her. "but i missed you too."
you leaned in once more, capturing the girl's mouth against yours. you always felt an overwhelming sense of love whenever you kissed the taller girl, but yunjin always felt a sense of fear. the fear of becoming content with a life like this, a life without doing what she loved.
you pulled away. "me or bts?"
yunjin groaned, guilt simmering in her stomach. "you're the worst."
"i know." you giggled, kissing her cheek.
yunjin sighed, leaning back as she slammed her back onto her bed.
you followed her suit, the short haired girl wrapping her arm around you as you snuggled close into her body.
"tired?" you asked, stroking her hair out of her face.
"this week has been kicking my ass." yunjin knew she had done it to herself, tuning into the japanese tabloids that week to keep tabs on iz*one's debut. "but it is our very first valentines together. plus, i think you're my gift from cupid."
you scoffed playfully, trying to pull away from the ex-trainee. "am i just an object to you, jennifer?"
"hey, no!" yunjin whined, shoving her face into your neck. you giggled, feeling the strands of her hair against your neck. "and don't use my full government name."
"sorry, sorry." you smiled, watching as her eyes looked into yours. "what do you want me to call you instead?"
yunjin thought for a moment, her eyes darting to your mouth. "mine."
your smile dropped, and you pulled away from her, the korean whining at the loss of contact.
"ugh." you sat up, shaking your head. "jesus, jen... that was disgusting."
she gasped, sitting up beside you. "you dated me knowing that i'm like this."
"no." yunjin frowned, and you couldn't help but smile at her adorable face. "i dated you because you're hot."
"wow." yunjin's mouth hung open, trying hard not to smile as you attacked her cheek with kisses as an apology. "so you only love me for my face."
you pulled back, raising your eyebrow. "who said i loved you?"
yunjin stared at you, hearing her heart break slowly.
she knew it wasn't your fault, but yunjin couldn't help but find herself feeling the same way she had at the beginning of the school year.
"i'm sorry, i--"
"i do, though. love you, i mean." you cleared your throat, awkwardly scratching your cheek as you looked at the ground. "i'm just trying to figure out how you know when i literally never told anyone until now."
yunjin smiled at you, taking your features in as if to memorize you.
"i love you too."
yunjin watched as your eyes swarmed with adoration, and nothing had ever scared her so much than the feeling of fulfillment that spread through her chest.
"you do?" you whispered, looking into her eyes, finding nothing but sincerity in them.
but something was off, you could feel it in the air. the way the weight of the room had gotten heavier, almost as if the burden of your girlfriend filled the entire thing.
yunjin looked away, and that was enough to know that deep down, she never wanted to fall in love with you, not like this.
"yeah." yunjin muttered, smiling through her smile. "i do."
you smiled through your pain, wanting nothing more than to feel love instead of regret.
"the famous huh yunjin is in love with me?" you joked, watching as her face morphed into a more playful tone.
"shut up."
"okay." you nodded, wondering how long you had left with her. "only because i love you."
"i love you too."
yunjin had meant every word she said, even if it came with layers of regret.
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yunjin had heard from koeun a month ago that source music had opened back up, this time under new management, a much more competent one.
when the former trainee heard the news, she refused to get her hopes up. she had come to terms with how her life was now. yunjin still felt the what-ifs from time to time, but she couldn't do anything about it, even if she so badly wanted to.
she hid it well from her family, the longing for the spotlight, to perform. they didn't ask her questions about why she would skip dinner, sitting in front of her computer as she waited for a stupid email to pop up.
(you knew, however. and it pained you to know that your girlfriend would never truly be happy with you.)
you pushed it down, waiting for the right time to bring it up to her. you just wished it didn't have to happen today.
"hey, jen. sorry i kept you waiting. your mom tried to force-feed me once i stepped through the door. she thinks you aren't feeding me enough." you laughed as you set your sweater to the side of her room, making your way over to kiss her forehead. "happy six months, baby."
yunjin wiped her face, looking at the monitor of her laptop. "happy six months."
yunjin didn't look at you, afraid that she'd lose everything as soon as her eyes locked onto your eyes.
"what's up?" you wiped her tears. she hung her head low, the light of the monitor illuminating her tear streaks. "you don't look as happy as i do."
yunjin was silent, waiting for you to look at the screen in front of her.
you turned your head, skimming over the english text found in the email. it was bound to happen, and you had tried your hardest to prepare yourself for it. you hoped it was enough to keep the facade up long enough.
"oh, jen." you rubbed yunjin's back, watching as her tears fell harder. "are you going back?"
yunjin shook her head, not wanting to think about it. "i don't know."
"do you want to?"
you already knew your answer a long time ago.
"i don't know." yunjin didn't mean to lie, but she loved you. "i don't want to leave you."
"it's fine." you whispered in her ear, swallowing your tears back. "i'll be fine."
yunjin wrapped her arms around you, her head buried in your neck as sobs wracked her body. she couldn't do it again. she couldn't lose everything she's worked for again.
yunjin couldn't lose you for nothing.
"what if it doesn't go well, and i just ended us for nothing?" yunjin asked in between sobs, gripping the back of your shirt.
"so you want to go?"
yunjin's face fell, pulling back from you as you smiled at her with teary eyes.
yunjin loved your smile.
"baby..."
"it's okay, i promise." you nodded, trying to push through the pain. "you'll be fine. i believe in you."
yunjin shook her head. she didn't deserve it. she didn't deserve your support, not if she's leaving you like this.
"i finally accepted it." yunjin blubbered, too emotional to realize what she said. "i can't go through this again."
you bit your upper lip, looking away briefly. hearing yunjin say it was different from knowing that you were just the second choice.
"i know." yunjin's face was wet with tears, a never-ending flow of remorse. "but you won't, because you'll debut this time."
yunjin shook her head. "how do you know that?"
"because you're jennifer huh. you're the girl who came back here, fighting to be okay again even though deep down you knew that it wasn't what you wanted." you kissed her nose, watching as her nose crinkled at the contact. you smiled. "you're the girl i'm in love with."
yunjin felt a weight lift off of her shoulders.
"i'm in love with you too." yunjin sniffed. "i don't want to leave you."
you looked into yunjin's eyes, and you saw nothing but passion, passion for you.
if there was one thing that you loved yunjin, it was her overwhelming sense of passion. but at times like these, you hated it.
you watched her for a moment.
"then i'll leave you."
"what?" yunjin's eyes widened, moving her hands onto your arm. "no."
"you want us to make it work?" you asked her, almost challenging her at the ridiculous thought.
you two were high school kids, two girls who fell in love because of a missed opportunity, an opportunity that yunjin was willing to jeopardize for you.
yunjin could feel her fears coming true.
"i..."
"baby, what are they gonna think once they find out about us if we even manage to make it through until your debut?" you told her, furrowing your eyebrows.
"i don't know."
yunjin looked at you through the thick silence, almost as if she was trying to memorize you one more time.
"it's a good thing we're both private people, huh?" you chuckled, the knot in your throat becoming bigger. "imagine all the people you'd have to pay off. i mean, you guys are rich but st--"
"can you not?" yunjin whispered. "please?"
"sorry." you cleared your throat, looking away as tears were starting to form in your eyes (not yet. please.). "do you want me to go?"
"no." yunjin said with sincerity. "i just want to spend one more day with you."
yunjin stared at you desperately pleading for you to agree. she just needed to hold you one more time, to listen to your voice. she just needed one more day to memorize you before she lost you.
"okay."
one day was enough for you, even if you'd love her for the rest of your life.
"okay."
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you untangled yourself from her at three in the morning the next day, eyes bloodshot and arms tired from holding her as if she was going to disappear.
you wiped your eyes, and placed your forgotten sweater on her desk, tucking a piece of paper in the pocket.
you were going to break soon, and you didn't want yunjin to see the broken pieces she'd leave in new york.
looking at the girl once more, you gave her one more kiss on the forehead, hoping that she'd remember you with only happiness and love.
you left yunjin's room, clenching your mouth as you tried your best not to sob.
"y/n?"
"night, rach." you tried to walk away, the younger girl following you to the door.
rachel looked at you with a frown, watching as you struggled to put your shoes on. "are you okay?"
you looked up at her, your eyes red as you smiled. you haven't heard someone ask that in a while.
"no." you grinned, the tears streaming down your face betraying you.
"thank you for doing this for unnie." rachel said, watching as you stiffened up. she wished she could do something more, but this wasn't her expertise. "it's probably killing you."
"i'll be fine." you whispered, standing up to face the girl.
"come study with me later?" she asked, a small smile on her face.
you hated how much rachel looked like her sister.
"okay." you patted her shoulder, rachel opening the door as you fished for your keys. "thanks rachel. you would've made a good sister-in-law."
rachel winced. not at the comment, but at the way your face morphed into an emotion she had yet to feel.
"you too."
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"yunjin-ah!"
yunjin groaned as chaewon yelled at her from across the dorm. no matter how hard she tried to rest, there was someone who always needed something from her.
"you know that hoodie i was gonna borrow?" yunjin grunted, earning a smack on the head from chaewon. the taller girl looked up, staring face to face with an old piece of paper. "this fell out of it."
"huh?" yunjin didn't remember leaving anything in her pockets.
chaewon hopped on the couch, sitting beside her roommate.
"it's a letter." yunjin knew your writing anywhere.
"oh?"
dear jen,
i'm rooting for you, jen. just like i always have and just like i always will be.
i love you, jen l/n y/n.
"who's y/n?"
"someone." yunjin whispered, memories suddenly flooding her brain. "you can't wear that hoodie though, that one's special."
chaewon whined. "why?"
"you can't." yunjin stated, chaewon watching closely as she hummed, the taller girl having a small smile on her face. "now, let's go get food."
"you're so weird."
i love you too, y/n.
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silan says " pls pray for me... i cannot fail my final ;-; "
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laura1633 · 30 days
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can you do a short smutty drabble of max wanting to fuck charles, and charles just wants to win the paddle match
Hi Anon,
Thanks for the ask ♥️ I am not sure if this is the dynamic you were asking for but this is what randomly came to me so I just went with it as I was too tired to think too much. Hopefully it is still okay. I have actually spent the day playing pickleball and squash so racket sports have truly wiped me out today😂
*****
“Max, wake up” Charles hums softly against Max’s ear, his breath warm as it fans against the Dutchman’s skin. 
Max grumbles something in his sleep. He is far too tired to really form words at this time of the morning. Not that he is entirely sure what time it actually is but he’s not particularly keen on the idea of opening his eyes to find out. 
“It’s time to wake up” Charles hums again, still nice and soft. The Monegasque presses his lips against Max’s neck, kissing gently as he works his way down the Dutchman’s throat until he is licking and kissing along the collarbone. 
Max moans happily at the sensation, there is no greater way to be woken up than having Charles all over him. 
“Are you too tired to get up?” The mattress dips a little as Charles clambers on top of Max’s body and starts grinding his ass down over the Dutchman’s cock. 
“If you haven’t already noticed, part of me is very much up already” Max smirks as he slowly blinks open his eyes. The sight above him is not quite what he was expecting though. Charles is fully dressed. Fully dressed and holding a padel racket in his hand like some sort of padel wielding maniac, “Charles! What the …?”
“It’s padel time, we have to practice” Charles scoots up and off Max’s body leaving the Dutchman groaning in disappointment as he palms over his now hard cock. 
“That is not for hours, surely” Max pouts, he doesn’t know exactly what time it is but it is still clearly morning and nowhere near time for padel. The Dutchman reaches out and tries to pull Charles back down into bed.  
“I’m not losing” Charles wiggles away from Max’s grasp and then proceeds to try and swat him away with his padel racket. 
“We will of course not lose” Max sighs as he shuffles up in bed. He was very much expecting to be woken up with sleepy lazy morning sex not get dragged out of bed to play sport at god knows what time of the morning. 
“No I know we will not lose, because we are going to practice before the game” Charles gives Max an encouraging smile like he is trying to pep him up. 
“Fine I will practice but come back to bed first” Max grabs his cock and gives it a few long slow strokes, “I just need like ten minutes with you” Max gives Charles his neediest look, “Or I could 
probably be done in a few minutes if you don’t need any foreplay” 
Charles snorts in response but doesn’t inch any closer to the bed. 
“Are you really going to make me beg? I will, if you want me to” Max groans, he’s not above begging though, if Charles wants him to get on his knees and literally beg for it he will, it is not like has hasn’t done that in the past. 
“I will make a deal with you” Charles is still gripping his padel racket firmly and doesn’t look like he is returning to bed anytime soon, “You can have me as many times as you want if we win. I will let you do whatever you want to me. Anything. All week. I am all yours. But first we have to win” 
Max frowns, he is still a little too tired to think the offer through. A week of getting exactly what he wants from Charles sounds great but he’s also pretty horny right now, his cock is still rock hard despite having to sit through this long winded negotiation and all he wants to do is fuck up into Charles’ tight little body and make them both come. 
“But if we lose then no sex for a week” Charles adds resolutely. 
“You would not last a week” Max huffs out a laugh, it is an empty threat, surely even Charles would not be that stubborn over padel. 
“Max” Charles changes tactic and coos  the Dutchman’s name softly, it’s a little like the voice Max uses when he is trying to get his cats to do as they are told, “Just come and practice a little and then we can win our match and I am all yours to do with whatever you want.” 
“Fine” Max concedes rather reluctantly, he has no other choice really. Charles looks so eager and defiant and other than clubbing the Monegasque over the head with a racket and dragging him back to bed caveman style Max isn’t sure he is going to win this argument.  
He just really hopes they win. 
A few hours later ….
“I can’t believe you tried to switch teams” Max pouts as he flops down on the hotel suite couch and looks up at Charles.
“You know I love you” Charles soothes, “I love you so much but Max you are so bad at this game. Like so bad. I did not even realise how bad until today.” 
Max’s brow furrows and he crosses his arms as he starts to sulk. Not only did he lose - something he does not really relish even if he is new to the game - but he also had to stand there whilst Charles desperately tried to switch teams. His own boyfriend trying to abandon him. What made it worse was that there were no takers. 
“If it makes you feel any better then I thought you looked hot, even when you did miss that really easy point which would have drawn us level” 
Max’s frown lines deepen, “I would not have played so poorly if we had fucked this morning, I was all tense” 
“I thought it would help to hold off, lots of athletes don’t have sex the night before a big match” Charles offers by way of an explanation. The Monegasque tries not to get too mad because Max really did try. Like really really hard and he looked so cute whenever he stumbled on to the floor or giggled as he missed an easy shot. But even so, Charles really wanted to win so the sight of his boyfriend crumpled on the floor mid point was not as endearing as it should be. 
“But not me” Max whines, “You know I like to fuck before a race” 
“I know” Charles laughs faintly, boy does he know! Porpoising is one thing but porpoising when your boyfriend’s cock has been stretching you wide only a few hours before is quite a different experience all together. 
“And you looked so good, all sweaty and in your shorts” Max can’t help the little waver in his voice, “I couldn’t concentrate”
“It is fine” Charles sighs even though the sight of Max waving his racket around and hitting nothing more than thin air is going to haunt the Monegasque in his sleep, “I have set up another match for next week so we can practice lots beforehand” 
“And the sex ban? That is ….. that was all talk right?” Max looks up hopefully. Charles is still a little rosy faced - mostly from the frustration of losing but even so he looks hot. Riled up even. Max wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of some hot “fucking out your frustration” sex
“It was not all talk” Charles shakes his head, “No sex until we win a match”: 
“No” Max wails perhaps a bit too high pitched, “Charles that is not fair” 
“Well I have to stick to my word. If we would have won I would have let you do whatever you want to me” 
Max groans in desperation but then decides that he just can not let Charles have all his own way. It’s not like he lost the match for them on purpose. The Dutchman hops up off the couch and rips his top up and over his head before slipping out of the rest of his clothes. He’s got a semi but he has no idea why, maybe Charles making fun of his padel attempts is doing something to him - it’s quite the way to find out he has an undiscovered degradation kink.
“What are you doing? Why are you naked?” Charles sounds a little panicked, like he is slowly losing control of the situation.
“I am hot and sweaty and I think I need to go and have a lie down on the bed ” Max gives Charles his sweetest smile before wandering through to the bedroom without looking back. 
The Dutchman has to wait less than ten minutes for Charles to join him. The Monegasque is already stripping out of his clothes as he comes bounding into the room and on to the bed, “I am going to ride you and you are not allowed to touch me until I say so” 
Max’s breath catches in his chest, this was not quite the reaction he was expecting to provoke but its more than welcome. He tries not to make any sudden movements incase it reminds Charles of how truly uncoordinated he was on court today and the Monegasque changes his mind.
“I have decided the deal should be reversed. If we had won you could use me all week. We lost so I get to use you. It is the only fair way” 
“Sure. Definitely. Sounds fair” Max nods eagerly, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth, “Do whatever you want with me” 
Charles does exactly that. Hops on to Max’s cock and rides him hard and fast until they are both coming and the Monegasque is collapsing in a sweaty heap down on to Max’s body.  
“No don’t move” Charles mumbles into the crook of the Dutchman’s neck as he feels Max’s hips twitching, “Don’t move, stay there, I am going to go again in a few minutes” 
Max moans, his dick perking up again almost instantly. 
“Remember, you are all mine all week” Charles is mouthing against Max’s neck. His lips nice and soft and mouth warm and wet. 
“All yours. Use me” Max hums contently, It’s hardly a punishment having Charles jumping on his cock at various points during the day. If he knew being bad at padel would end like this he wouldn’t have even bothered trying so hard. 
“Okay” Charles mumbles, “We are going to fuck all night. Fuck all that tension out of you. Fuck every last bit out of you” 
Max’s breath hitches. 
“So then tomorrow when I wake you up at 5am to go practice padel you will be tension free and ready to go. Remember Max, you are all mine all week. We are going to practice so much”  
Max whines and goes to argue but Charles is already clenching around his cock again so he closes his eyes and gives into the fact that his boyfriend is the most insane, competitive person he has ever met. Max knows that without a doubt he is going to spend the week alternating between having the Monegasque bouncing up and down on his cock and being dragged to the courts to take part in Charles Leclerc’s padel bootcamp for dummies. 
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kairiscorner · 7 months
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Okay, this is entirely based on a situation I was in with one of my coworkers.
But, imagine Miguel coming back from HQ, in a bad mood cause he was stuck working with idiots, and he goes straight to the office to check on the other Earths. Lyla warns him to be quiet, he wants to ignore her but just plays along cause he can hear music from in there. He sneaks up, peeks in, and just sees his sweet little lady just GROOVING to some good ole y2k Spanish dance music. I'm talking Daddy Yankee's peak, Shakira, N.O.R.E, that music that got your hips absolutely moving. Bonus points if he's like everyone else and thinks she couldn't dance like that cause she's so "prim and proper" (According to Hobie)
I know I nearly killed my coworker with whiplash when that happened with me lmao gotta keep folks on their toes ~ 🍄
OMG I ACTUALLY MADE A BOT RELATED TO THIS IDEA, time to bring it to life yet again <33 I LOVE THAT FOR YOU THOUGH, 🍄 ANON !! i also dance when nobody's looking, IT JUST FEELS RIGHT OK !! ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
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he can't look away. — miguel o'hara x reader
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fuming and muttering under his breath in anger, miguel rips a portal open into HQ and storms his way in the building. he had yelled his mouth off at a bunch of know-it-alls in his team and disengaged from the situation by storming off back to HQ to gather his thoughts and cool down. when he got there, the place was practically deserted. the only thing that was present in the atmosphere in the whole building was the faint sound of upbeat, lively music that reverberated throughout the empty halls of the building. "what now?" miguel asked himself with furrowed eyebrows as his mask dissipated and he trudged over to where the music was coming from. lyla appeared on his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. "you might not wanna go that way right now." she warned miguel as he wordlessly dismissed the AI assistant.
"i swear, if someone is throwing a fucking party up here, voy a perder la cabeza." miguel muttered to himself as he got up to the floor where the music was playing, and searched for the exact room where the party music was. he didn't bother knocking on the door anymore, he flung the door open and scowled. "what the fuck's going o-" miguel growled, but was soon interrupted by the loud music blaring and ringing in his ears, and the sight of his dearest little lover absolutely jamming to the music. their hips were swaying from side to side, their arms flailing in the air as they let the music overtake their body, doing such bold moves that nobody would believe they were capable of due to how sweet, innocent, prim, and proper they seemed (at least, according to some of the chaotic ones, like hobie, gwen, and pav).
miguel's mouth hung open as he requested lyla to lower the music slightly so he could focus on how his darling was grooving to the music, not having a care in the world as to what was going on around them except for the music carrying them away into the zone. they sang along to the songs and shook their bodies to the beat, with their eyes shut all the while and with a grand smile on their face, they danced and danced until they hit a wall; miguel's broad chest. they looked up at miguel and looked back at his broad chest, they soon got all embarrassed and turned off their speakers and looked down at the ground in embarrassment. miguel raised an eyebrow again at this sudden act of timidity.
"what's wrong? you looked so happy dancing, please..." miguel trailed off as lyla played the music even louder, with miguel taking your smaller hands in his as his face broke out into a small, sweet smile. "...may i dance with you?" he asked you as you looked into his eyes with bright, beaming eyes and nodded, a smile on your face again as you swayed with miguel and danced with him; this little dance party the two of you having together melting away the stress and tension he was experiencing earlier, where all he can focus on is you and the perfect way your body looked while dancing, and how his heart skipped a beat whenever he heard you smile and felt your hands in his as he spun you around and dipped you ever so often.
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melissa-kenobi · 1 year
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Moon Knight Headcanons
Quirks/Traits
A/N: hollaaaa again, ah so due to high demand, I just smushed all the requests into one and tadaa here ya go! Also I'm super sorry, my jake ones always turn out smutty :'( #sorrynotsorry
Translations - (I used Google Translate, I'm so sorry if its wrong!)
"¡Mentirosa! ¡Mi amor, se suponía que debías hacerlo!" - Liar, my love you were supposed to do it!
"Vamos cariño, sabes que se verá bien. Imagina mi cara en tu dulce-" - Come on sweetheart, you know it will look good. Imagine my face on your sweet-
"Sabes que se sentirá bien. ¿Por favor bebé? Te daré lo que quieras." - You know it will feel good. Please baby? I'll give you whatever you want.
"Si mami, te voy a hacer desear nunca haber dicho eso." - Yes mami, I'm going to make you wish you never said that.
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Steven Grant
Steven definitely has a few. Some you adored on him, but some were a slight pain in the arse for you.
Firstly he had such high levels of enthusiasm for anything, and I mean anything. Like you could be telling him that your flowers grew and then one of them died cause you drowned it by accident and Steven would be like "Wow! No way! But I mean at least the others survived so you can look after them too. And of course love, before you even ask, I'm happy to help you!"
Then he'd plunge himself into the story of Gus and how Marc had killed him and bought Gus 2.0 to replace him.
You've noticed Steven has a habit of playing with his sleeve, it's adorable you think. At first you thought it was something he did when he was feeling self conscious about his appearance- to which you undoubtedly reassured him that he looked handsome and stunning causing the poor man to blush and stammer out a soft 'thank you love'.
But after being with with for a few months, you realised it wasn't, it was just a cute habit he had. Like he'd be sitting there, on the couch reading his book with one hand, the other will be fiddling with his sleeves. Or when the two of you are waiting on lunch at the cafe and he'd be holding your hands but his fingers would be fiddling with his jumper.
Another thing you’ve noticed with Steven is his ability to nickname literally everything. If you're out on a date with him, the two if you like to take a stroll along the River Thames and Steven would just be watching the people, giving them all sorts of nicknames. Like this man has no filter, he just blurts out what he sees and sometimes you'll have to hold your laugh in and tug him away before they catch you.
He snores. Like deeply and loudly. Steven would deny it all he wants but when you're staying over, you have to bring your ear muffs because that man snores like hell.
"I do not snore love!"
"Steven honey-
Steven would cut you right off. His hands crossed against his body in defiance, his cute face turned into a frown. "Nope."
"Okay then. Do me a favour and tell me who this is?" *cue obnoxiously loud snoring sounds and occasionally a few grunts.*
Steven's face would contort in disbelief, his eyes already recognising who was in the bed next to you. His arm wrapped around your body as he watched himself snore like shit. "That's Marc. I refuse to accept it."
Marc Spector
Now with Marc, you've noticed that he tends to hint at things he wants rather than outwardly state them. Unlike Jake who will straight up tell you what he needs/wants. Steven's a little shy but he gets it out eventually but Marc, no, he just hints it randomly.
Like if he's hungry for cookies let's say, he'll be talking about the cookie monster, or this thing that reminded him of cookies. Or if he wants some cuddles with you, he'll just stare at you before rubbing his arms together, hoping that you'll notice and give him what he wants.
"Babe?"
"Yeah honey?" He'd look over to you in the kitchen, making some of Jake's coffee before you'd walk over to him.
"You know you can ask me for snuggles right? I adore them with you!"
Marc would blush like a fucking teenager before pulling you to cuddle between his legs on the couch. He'd bury his blushing face into the crook of your neck before he'd whisper. "I know baby. Thank you."
Marc snorts when he laughs. Like really snorts. You know them ones where they don't even realise they're doing it till you give them the look? Yeah that's Marc.
Sometimes the boys will throw a joke around in headspace and then you'll have Marc laughing while he unintentionally throws in a snort. Now you and the boys know about his habit and have tried to help him with it but you genuinely cannot. So anytime Marc laughs, you can't help but join in.
Marc is a total neat freak. Naturally you're a messy person, but you think you've gotten better at it but Marc completely disagrees. It's the clothes strung around his flat, the mugs of tea/coffee left in the sink. Don't even get him started on your own home.
Like he cannot stand your messiness, and he'll happily call you out on it. "Babe, I love you, but you're a complete slob."
"Am not."
"Are too! Have you seen the kitchen?" It would be Marc teasing you relentlessly for the next half hour.
"Jake was supposed to do it!"
"¡Mentirosa! ¡Mi amor, se suponía que debías hacerlo!"
Jake Lockley*
Dios mío, Jake is charismatic as fuck and practically convince anyone to whatever he want. Including you. Which is something you absolutely hate, but secretly love because it's Jake, duhhh.. Although at the same time, he can be so goddamn unpredictable. Like one minute he'll be cuddling with you, watching those telenovas he loves before he gets up randomly and tugs you with him.
"Mi amor, let's go..."
"Go where Jakey? I was so comfy." You move into the warmth he left behind, cuddling the pillow he was sat next to. Jake would have that smirk on his face, the one that told you he was up to something and there was no way you were going to get him to back down from it.
"I wanna fuck you in my car cariño..."
Jake likes to cook for you. He absolutely loves watching you eat his food, the way your face lights up and the way his heart swells up inside. The noises you make when you take that first bite, fuck- it does something to Jake that he can't explain but he want more of it. So whenever he has time, he's always in the kitchen cooking for the two of you.
Now this one was one you fucking loved. Jake always spoke in Spanish to you, and boy did it make your heart race. among other places 😏.
He never does it with Marc and Steven, unless he's angry then he'll let the occasional word slip here and there but with you, it's like 24/7. Now you're a potato, and you barely know Spanish (sorry for those that do). When you first met him, he had a half English, half Spanish thing going on so you could understand him and fuck was it hot. Now Jake just speaks in fluent Spanish with you, and do not ask how, but you somehow can understand.
The mustache. Need I say more? He's been pleading with the boys and you to let them grow one out. Jake is honestly all for it, Marc is a definite no- he doesn't want to walk around looking like a pedo. Steven's on the bench about this so that leaves the vote up to you.
"Vamos cariño, sabes que se verá bien. Imagina mi cara en tu dulce-
"Jake!"
That goddamn smile returned once more on his face, that annoyoing one where he knew he was going to get what he wanted and you couldn't stop him. He inched closer, lips teasing your neck, so you could imagine the feel of it agaisnt you. "Sabes que se sentirá bien. ¿Por favor bebé? Te daré lo que quieras."
"Okay okay! Fine. One week. If we don't like it, you're getting rid of it, ¿comprendido?" Jake would smile in glee, giving the finger to Marc before wrapping his arms around your waist, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom.
"Si mami, te voy a hacer desear nunca haber dicho eso."
Bonus
Khonshu being an annoying shit and turning up whenever he wants. Like at really bad times.
Khonshu is extremely judgemental, like really badly. Ironic really considering what he preaches.
He is so fucking impatient, he acts like a 5 year old sometimes and he's such a pain in yours and the boys arse.
An awful liar.
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larvaem1lk · 11 months
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talk too much
ellie williams x reader
🦋 ok so. this is kinda a little bit based off of me because when i’m around someone i really like i will talk their head off & just be annoying overall LOL. anyway, just reader being a lil too talkative while ellie’s trying to work ! but at the end she just gives in bc she loves her gf duhh
🦋 um no warnings !! thanks for reading :-*
(also sorry if ur name is miranda, kristy or ashlin. i just picked names off the top of my head whoops)
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ellie’s sat at her desk typing on her computer, with a textbook open and desktop lamp casting a soft golden yellow across the thick pages. you’re in a chair beside her, the type with wheels that roll around, chatting and giggling about nonsense. you’re chirpy and awfully energetic being that it was midnight.
since you hadn’t seen your favorite green eyed girl all day, you walked in her dorm worried and confused. though the feeling quickly subsided as you saw her slumped over her desk, eyes glued to the large book in front of her.
greeting her with a quick peck to the cheek, you immediately plopped down on her bed and began rambling about your day, your girlfriend being the perfect person to tell all your thoughts to.
that was about three hours ago, and you were still here, talking and flying through the clouds in your own little world, practically annoying ellie at this point.
you were filling her in on the drama now, but ellie was too busy absorbing information about stars and celestial bodies and the universe. she’d give the occasional ‘mhm’, or ‘oh okay…’ in attempts to seem interested, yet her efforts went unnoticed.
“yeah like i was saying, i just can’t believe that miranda found kristy and ashlin in the bathroom…together? i mean it’s kristina, stuck up and bitchy kristina who i’m sure was straight. that girl—yeah. but then it’s like, i don’t understand what position they’d have to be in for both of them to be on the wall… you know? i dunno! shits crazy, el. like batshit fucking mad. utterly ridiculous. off the charts. luludelulu. like-” you giggle, finding the words coming out your mouth silly and slightly embarrassing.
ellie blows a stale laugh through her nose, hoping that’d satisfy you as she was completely lost in whatever you were talking about. something about girls on girls, but she wasn’t interested. if it didn’t relate to you on top of her, or vice versa, she didn’t care.
she nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned over the tiny words of the textbook, brows furrowing as she was in deep thought. though she couldn't really focus due to the sound of a pen clicking nonstop. she gives you a glance and mumbles, “you have any work to do babe?” the sound quite literally driving her insane.
you tap the pen on the table now, pretending to draw love hearts around ellie’s name. “mmm, no. i don’t know. i just wanna be with you right now,”
“hm, okay.” ellie widens her eyes while letting a sigh slip out. this was going to be a loonngg night.
you twirl around in the chair for a while, humming a melody before another topic comes to mind. ellie doesn’t even say anything, pleased that you moved on from the pen to humming.
“anyway. i’ve been thinking…” you trail off, eyes meeting the ceiling as you tilted your head to the side in wonder. ellie hums flatly, lifting her head to the computer screen as she begins typing.
“…when we get married one day,” you begin, and ellie hums with more interest in her voice. okay, you were talking about marriage now. not between kristy and ashlin, but you and her. see, she was paying attention.
“y’think it would be on the beach? or, i dunno. maybe… like homey, set up in our cute backyard, once we get a house of course—with like, dina and jesse and joel and my people. just family. oh! oh my gosh! yeah it should definitely be in our backyard. that’s so cute. that’s cute, right el?”
“totally.” ellie agreed, leaning forward to squint through the white noise of the computer.
you chuckle at the monotone of her voice, wheeling forward to get a closer look at her. “totally, she said. when has ellie williams ever said totally?”
“now.” she responds, and somehow her comment is even funnier. you swing your feet back and forth, babbling on.
“ooh, what about las vegas? you know we’ll be eating good. like, good ellie. i think gordon ramsay has a restaurant there. or what if we get married in paris!” you practically squeal, scooting closer to your girlfriend.
you’re only quiet for a few seconds, eyes flitting over her scattered desk before another idea comes to mind. “oh, the eiffel tower… wait! wait.” you place a hand on her shoulder, fingers tapping against the soft material of her hoodie as you try to gather your thoughts.
there’s a brief moment of silence, and ellie’s mind feels calmer. cooler. she exhales a small slip of breath, letting her fingers type efficiently against the keys. besides that, the dorm is quiet. she could even hear the crickets outside chirping. finally. ellie thinks.
don’t get her wrong, she loved your rambles. your rants. your voice in general. but right now she was in work mode, 76% immersed in the material as the other 24% was for you.
that number was slowly ticking down with each second longer you stayed quiet, her completely focused on studying and only studying. she’s glad you took a break though. allowing your voice to rest, taking a moment to soak in the stillness—
“oh my fucking gosh! italy! we should get married in italy!”
nevermind.
ellie flinches. she flinches so hard that a cramp forms in her neck, squeezing and throbbing with a heat that burns through her upper back. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, rubbing at the spot. it’s like a tiny ringing appears in her ears at the sound of your voice; you’re babbling now, eyes wide as you shake ellie’s shoulder in excitement.
she lets you shake her as she tries to turn to you, tense and cautious of your next possible outburst.
“baby,” she says in an attempt to calm you, but you don’t hear her. obviously. too busy arranging wedding plans in your head.
“just—imagine the love, the romance. oh ellie, i really think we should do it! we’re gonna have to fly everyone out, and—ohhh the food…”
she smiles, feeling her heart swell against her chest. you were the cutest thing. oh, she was being such a dick. just let your girl ramble about wedding plans ellie, is your studying really that important?
yes. it was. so important in that all of the knowledge she had consumed tonight was to be used for a huge exam tomorrow that she could not fail. she couldn't fail. i can’t fail it.
but look at you, with your big bright smile, and your pretty sparkly eyes. the way you’re so excited about marrying her makes her wanna kiss you. kiss you. oh shit, that’s it.
“oh my gosh ellie, the food. would it be stupid to serve pizza? ‘cause y’know, some people don’t like pasta. but we’re in italy, and it’s literally… so like…everyone loves pizza! ugh, what should we serve?! and who the fuck doesn’t like pasta? hey, d’yknow if dina or joel—”
you’re cut off when her lips meet yours abruptly, both of her hands grab each side of your face to pull you closer. the kiss doesn’t deepen. it doesn’t escalate. your lips are just pressed to hers for a very, long time.
you try to wiggle free but ellie doesn’t let go. your lips smush together when you try to talk, and ellie sighs internally. the only thing you had done all night was talk, talk, talk. ellie didn’t wanna be mean, but damn, what else did you have to say?
she pulls away with an agitated groan, and you try to catch your breath while licking your lips.
“wha—what was that for? i was talking—”
“yeah, babe. you were talking. give it a rest, alright? geez,” she shakes her head and sighs out a breathy laugh before turning back over to her computer. “i can’t focus with you in my ear like that.” she mutters, not realizing that she’d just stabbed a knife through your heart.
you’re quiet, cheeks burning in embarrassment. you bounce your leg as you stare at the side of her face before looking at her computer, a wave of sadness creeping over you.
a few minutes pass, and it’s still quiet. too quiet. your mind is still whirring and picturing the perfect wedding for you and your girlfriend, and all you wanna do is talk about it. talk, talk, talk.
you bite your lip to prevent any sudden outbursts or peeps that might irritate ellie. you fiddle with your hands in your lap, and when ellie glances over to your pitiful frame, she frowns.
okay… shit. maybe i kinda fucked up. lemme see what’s wrong.
she types out the final words of her sentence before turning to face you, tilting her head to see your facial expression as your head is hung low.
“hey, babe,” she whispers, and you lift your head with a sigh.
“hm.” is all you say, your spark dimmed and nearing burnout.
ellie places a hand on your knee. her hand is cold and rough, which makes a ding go off in your mind.
“you know they say cold hands mean a warm heart.” you mumble, eyes shifting down to your fingers to continue fiddling with them. you had to let it slip it out, whether she liked it or not. you were sure after this that you’d keep your responses to a minimum, though.
ellie chuckles. you were always the type to say little phrases like that. “yeah? who’s they? ‘cause i dunno if that’s really true—”
“it is true! and don’t ask me. that’s what they always say… and it’s really true, because your—” you cut yourself off, a faint smile on your lips, but it soon falls once you realize you were supposed to be giving the almost silent treatment.
“…well? i’m intrigued now. you can’t just leave me hangin’ like that y’know.”
“ellie… i’ll tell you later.”
“later? why not now?”
you shrug, and ellie scoffs.
“hey, don’t be like that, i wanna know!” she nudges your arm with a smile, trying to pick up your mood. your facial expression remains, unamused.
“okay,” ellie sits up straighter and faces her desk to slam her computer, her book right after. that gets your attention, your head whipping up in confusion. she turns back to you, intent on giving you her undivided attention.
“alright. talk to me.”
you groan, trying to refrain from smiling. “ellie, i can’t-”
“you can.”
“but i was being really rude while you were working, and then you told me to basically shut up so i—“
ellie feels regret bubble in the pit of her chest, sizzling and erupting into her veins. she felt hot now. guilty.
damn, i really fucked up. “babe, i-i didn’t…” she pauses as she slides a hand down her face. “i didn’t tell you to shut up. not... in that way. i was just, a little overwhelmed, that’s all. i’m sorry, okay? truly. you know i love it when you talk to me. so… c’mon. lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”
you feel bashful, eyelashes fluttering as your gaze meets the floor. you wanna give in, you really want to… but you quickly shake your head, no. she’s gotta finish her work. “but… you need to work, el. i told you i’ll just tell you later.”
her brows furrow, “uh, what work? right now is dedicated to me and my girl.” her green eyes shimmer a silver in the glow of the lamplight as she searches your face, and you feel shy under her gaze, your heart beating a little bit faster. you sigh quietly, a grin finding itself on your lips. “you sure?”
ellie shrugs. “of course. tell me allll about it.” she rests her elbow on her desk while leaning her head in her hand. 
“okay.” you beam, starting another one of your rambles. ellie can’t help but stare at you in awe.
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ababybiter · 8 months
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living with bangtan part 4 (18+)
okay its time to get saucy!!! contains smut, fluff, slowburn, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, bts are obsessed with you <3
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You don't say anything at first. You figure you should make him squirm a little. It was his fault.
"So you're going to ignore me?" Yoongi cocks his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Are you really sulking right now?"
"You humiliated me!" You whirl on him.
He takes a sharp intake of breath, not expecting this reaction. "I think you'll find that was Namjoon." He starts in a small voice.
"The drink was just the final straw." You let your arms fall at your sides. "You told us off like we were children. Jungkook might be used to that but I'm not. I'm not your liability to watch, Yoongi."
"I think you'll also find the liability was Namjoon." He scratches his head. "Do you really think kissing Jungkook was the right choice?"
You scoff, almost laughing incredulously at his tone of voice. "Who do you think you are to tell me about my choices? You bring a different girl home every other night." You hear how high pitched and wavering your voice sounds and curse inwardly.
"Pfft." He pulls his eyes away from you for a few seconds before latching them back on to you. "Okay. You're right. I was out of line."
You realise you've been holding your breath, you exhale and the two of you stare at each other.
You think back to 10 minutes ago. Was what you were doing really that bad? Having fun? With a super hot guy? So what if he also happened to be your room mate...Okay maybe it was a questionable decision, but it was just a kiss. Why did Yoongi have to lose his shit in front of everyone? You wished you kept more of a cool before, god why couldn't you be granted the power of redoing arguments.
But even though it showed more of Yoongi's character, and a problem he clearly had with the situation, it was Jin's glare that caused the panic attack to take surface, propelling you away from the neon lights and out into the strangely warm night.
"I think maybe we were both acting crazy." You breathe. "Either way, I need to get out of here."
The BMW pulls up beside you and you wave at the driver. You step off the curb, your heel getting caught in a drain. You yelp, twisting on the spot, mentally preparing yourself to add an injury to your list of problems, but Yoongi catches you in his arms.
"If you think I'm letting you get in this car alone, you're even crazier."
"It's an uber." You wave the white screen at him. "I ordered it, dummy."
"I know." He tells you as if that explains things. It's then you both realise he's still holding you. He lets go, and steps towards the car. "I don't like the idea of you getting in this guys car, in the state you're in."
"What do you mean the state I'm in, you dick?" You push past him, opening the car door. "Hi, yeah it's Y/N!" You tell the driver, coherently.
Yoongi slides in beside you and shuts the door, remind the driver of the address with a smile.
"What are you doing?" You gasp.
"Going home." He looks straight ahead. "This night was done. For me, anyway."
The ride back to the apartment is uncomfortably silent. The driver even notices the tension, and switches on the radio, playing a talk show at a medium volume. You wish he would turn the volume all the way, so you couldn't hear yourself think.
You let the two of you into the apartment, and you storm straight to your room. It's then you realise that your room key currently resides in Jimin's pocket.
"Fuuuuck." You hang your head. "I'm so done with today!"
"You locked yourself out?" Yoongi raises a brow.
"I gave my key to Jimin to hold while I ran back in for my phone." You rub your temples at the idiocy.
"Can't multitask, noted." Yoongi nods.
"If you're trying to piss me off even more, keep going." You snap. "Ugh, I have to sit in the kitchen all night and wait for them to come home in a soaking wet dress."
Yoongi hesitates on a thought, you watch him decide whether to voice it or not. "You can borrow something of mine."
You glance at him and he meets your eyes. "It's the least I can do, I guess. For cock blocking you."
You sigh. "It was JUST A KISS."
"Yeah, that's how it starts." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes as he unlocks his room.
His room is the complete opposite of how you imagined it would be. In your head you saw grey sheets, one pillow on the bed, various female lingerie hanging from every corner. Instead it was clean, white fluffy pillows, and if there were any evidence of his sexcapades, they were hidden away. It actually had a nice aesthetic.
"Wow." You breathed in. "Smells good too."
"What?" He doesn't turn around, instead he opens a draw and pulls out a t-shirt of his.
"I was just...surprised at your room is all."
"Sure." He chucks the t-shirt at you. "Get out of that dress."
"So that's how you do it?" You tilt your head. "Pretty aggressive start."
He stares at you, willing a comeback to make its way off his tongue. Instead his eyes soften. "You know, for someone that hates being judged. You do an awful lot of judging."
Your smirk dies on your lips. "I-you're right." You hug the t-shirt against you. "You have every right to do what you want with your...many evenings. Just like I do, mine."
"Glad we sorted that out." He coughs. "It's not that many evenings though."
"Sure." You grin. "Um, I'll just..."
You slip inside the en suite that you all have, Yoongi's isn't as tidy as his bedroom. It seemed he got ready in here in a hurry. Skincare and shaving stuff spilled across the sink. A bottle of hair wax that he clearly abandoned the idea of, sitting on the plughole.
Whilst Yoongi makes himself comfortable on the bed, (well as much as he can whilst knowing you're currently undressing a few steps away from him) you place the t-shirt down on the laundry basket and begin to slide the tiny straps off your shoulders, the smell of some fruity concoction bleeding from your skin.
"Ugh." You managed to get the dress down underneath your bra, when it seems to move no more. Damp and stuck to your body like superglue. You whine and tug with all your might, but it doesn't budge.
You need help.
"Yoongi...?"
"Yes?"
"I'm..I can't get the stupid thing off." You huff.
"What thing?" He calls back softly.
"The dress. It's too wet." You don't know why you're still hiding in the bathroom. If you wanted his help you might as well go to him.
You step out in front of his bed, a hand over your chest. His mouth hangs open, a quirk on the corners of his lips. "And you want me to...?"
"Peel the fucking thing off me." You groan. "Rip it off at this point I don't care."
He laughs, swinging his legs around to hang off the bed. He pulls you to stand in between his legs. "You need to relax, girl." He coos, feeling around the top of the dress for a zip. When he doesn't find one, he starts gently twisting you out of it. "I won't rip it. It's too pretty to destroy."
You stare at him as he focuses on his task. His brows are crossed in concentration, but his cheeks are pink. He gets the dress to your hips and stops. "Can I be rough?"
"What?" You blush.
"I just...need some extra force to get it off your..."
The words die in his mouth just like you do in that moment. Your ass. A panicked expression comes over him and he looks up at you. "I mean it's a compliment."
"Oh my god." You laugh, moving your hands off your chest to cover your face.
Yoongi swallows, your boobs sitting so nicely in your bra, right in front of his face. The black lacey thing fit you perfectly, he couldn't help but notice. Your tits looked like they would pop out if he did add the force he was suggesting.
It's then that you check on why he's so still, and catch him in the act. "Yoongi!"
"Wh-what! Why?" He pushes you away slightly. "It's not my fault you bought this two sizes too small."
"It's NOT small, it's wet!" You exclaim, blushing. "You think I like standing here in your room, half naked?"
"Most people don't seem to have a problem." He shrugs.
"See now who's making comments." You fold your arms, his eyes drop down for another second at the way your boobs look pushed together.
"You know what I think?" He licks his lips. "Sounds like you kinda wish you were one of them."
"Please." You scoff, but he hesitantly pulls you in by the material of your dress and you don't stop him.
"I don't think you would even be standing here at all if you didn't want me to look at you. See you." He breathes hot air on your belly. "I see you in every way, and you know I like what I see, Y/N."
When he says your name his voice takes on an edge you haven't heard since his early flirtatious days when you first moved in. His lips graze your belly button and a warm sensation fills your underwear. As he's a vampire and can smell it, his dark eyes flit to yours, a new confidence appearing in the black circles.
"This is the better choice, and we both know it."
You gasp inwardly as you realise what you're about to do. In the same second, you cup his jaw with both hands and bring your lips down to his. He catches them, ready. Your lips part instantly, letting in that catty tongue of his. Moaning into your mouth, Yoongi furrows his eyebrows and his hands slide up and down your back.
You take the lead, pushing back onto the bed, you straddle him, the ultra mini skirt that was your dress riding up over your ass. You start grinding against his jeans, the friction burning a hole in your thong. He makes a noise then, disconnecting your lips and finding your eyes.
"It's still your choice, Y/N."
"What are you saying?" You pant, annoyed slightly that he stopped your ministrations.
"I'm saying you can still call this off." He catches his breath, planting a wet kiss to your collarbone. "But if you say you want this, I don't know if I can-"
"I want this." You press down harder on him, earning a whimper from his throat. "Get this dress off."
You know how they say, mothers will get super human strength and be able to lift a car if their child was trapped underneath? The struggle between Yoongi and the dress was a bit like that. Hearing your breathy voice practically beg him to have you was all the power he needed.
In seconds you find yourself off his lap and on all fours beside him, he clambers off the bed and tugs the dress down and over your ass cheeks. You gasp and moan as you're exposed to the cool air in the room.
"Mhm." He sounds, sliding a finger underneath your thong, dragging his digit down over your slit. "Just as I thought."
As if sensing your pending question, he leans over you, his mouth on your earlobe. "More than just our good girl."
"Yoongi, please." You shiver.
He collects the wetness on his finger and darts his tongue out to taste you. "Yeah, no more waiting."
He flips you onto your back and you kick the dress off your legs, leaving you in your underwear. He hovers over you, kissing you again. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Almost." You reach your hands under t-shirt, lifting the material over his head. You then reach your hand down and cup him over his jeans. "Your turn."
He helps you help him out of his clothes, and then his lips are on yours again, while he shuffles the two of you along the bed until your head is on the pillows. You run your hands through his hair as he kisses down your chest. You need his mouth on you, everywhere. You reach behind you and unclip your bra, letting your tits spill out in front of him. He groans at the sight, his mouth instantly attaching to your nipple.
"Fuck." You moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple. HIs other hand reaching down to stroke you through your thong. "Oh, Yoongi."
He kisses your nipple goodbye and lifts his head up again, his fingers still working painfully slow on your sex. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."
"I know." You bite your lip, mimicking your interaction from the last party. Who knew back then, that this is where you'd end up a couple weeks later.
He captures your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. So tender that it surprises you and has your other lips leaking. He parts himself from you again. "I'm gonna help you relax now, okay?"
"Okay."
And he does. He eats you out like a man starved. Like he's wanted this and nothing but this since you moved in. A part of him he didn't think could feel satisfied just from eating pussy. You sounds, your scent, your expressions, your body, your words, your red hot angry eyes that you show only to him, and the look of pleasant surprise you show only to him too.
"Yoongi you're gonna make me-"
"Uhuh." He pants, his tongue coming up for air before pressing down on your clit.
"Oh god, yes, right there. Don't stop."
You sing. Yoongi doesn't think he's ever heard a piece of music quite so beautiful.
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He lays next to you for quite some time while you come down from the cloud he placed you on with his mouth. After a few minutes you reach for him, trying to touch him in anyway you can, but he takes your hands and folds them against you.
"No..." You whisper.
"Not tonight, love." He presses a kiss to your shoulder. "I don't think I can last long after that. Besides I need you to be awake and really ready for me."
"I am." You yawn, already accepting defeat.
He chuckles into your hair and then stops. "You still smell like overpriced cocktails."
"Ugh." You try not to think about reality, but the memory of the night comes barging in.
Dancing. Jungkook. The argument. The drink. The key. Yoongi's mouth on your-
The boys, who could be home any minute.
"I should go wait in the kitchen." You sit up quickly, scooching to the end of the bed.
Yoongi is surprised by your quick movements. "Hey, relax. You need to sleep."
"Yeah, in my own bed." You glance at him and then soften. "Sorry. I'm just not ready to deal with more looks."
"Ookay." He collapses back into the pillows. "You know the way out."
"Always the gentlemen." You roll your eyes. "I'm glad I got the full Yoongi experience." You stomp to the bathroom and shove the t-shirt on. You walk back over to the bed.
"I need some bottoms."
"Oh." He gets up then, and reaches into a different draw. "Here, where my boxers."
"Yoongi, I'm trying NOT to get more suspicious stares tonight."
"Fine." He picks up some basketball shorts off the floor. "Satisfied?"
You snatch the shorts and stuff your legs into them, they're a bit baggy but you roll them over to keep them from falling down. "Thanks. For everything."
"You don't need to thank me for anything." He stares at you in the small light of the bedside lamp.
You smile quickly and dart out of the room, your non horny braincells finally returning as you pad down the hallway to the kitchen to wait for Jimin to return with your key. This was even worse than kissing Namjoon or Jungkook. Yoongi kissed you. Everywhere. Yoongi.
The one that teased you, the one that had a constant rotation of girls leaving his room every week. God, you hoped he was clean. At least you didn't have full on sex. Just as importantly, at least he seemed to act casual about it, as if the two of you didn't just break the one unspoken rule of the apartment. You wonder how long he'll keep his dirty mouth shut about this.
It isn't long before you hear an abundance of footsteps shuffling out of the elevator and entering the apartment. It can only be the boys back from the club, no one else would be moving around that loudly at this time of night.
"Hey! How was the rest of your night?" You try to put on a bright facade as you hug your knees to your chest in the dining chair.
You're met with mostly concerned faces. "We couldn't really enjoy ourselves after you left." Hobi tells you. "We were too worried about the two of you."
"Really?" You search all of their faces. Tae comes and pulls your head to his body, stroking your hair. Jin is at the cupboard, pulling a couple of instant ramen packets out.
"Yes, really." He looks over his shoulder at you with a soft expression. You give him a small smile back.
"Where's Yoongi?" Hobi asks, as Jungkook plants a wobbly Namjoon onto the sofa.
"Uh, in his room, I think."
Jungkook looks over at you, tonguing his cheek. "He just left you out here?"
"No, I mean, he stayed out with me for a bit, but he looked pretty tired so I sent him to bed."
"You're too good." Jimin approaches. "Why aren't you in bed?" He looks you over. "And what are you wearing?"
"You have my key." You smirk, distracting everyone from your outfit. "Um, and Yoongi gave me some stuff to change into, seen as my dress was soaked."
"I'm soghhy." Namjoon calls groggily from the cough.
"It's okay, Joon!" You call over to him, chuckling.
Everything would be okay. Sure, things were complicated now, you practically were checking off your room mates on a kiss list but you were safe and dry. There were worst things to be dealing with. This would blow over just like your kiss with Joon and hopefully now Jungkook. You were all mature adults! Plus, you had to give it to Yoongi after all, he knew how to relax you.
"Well you sure perked up." Jin tilts his head. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." You lower your nose into the collar of the t-shirt, breathing in Yoongi's smell. "I'm super."
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END OF PART 4
oof well there it is...hope you enjoyed ;) stay tuned for part 5 <3
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meikadonnelly · 6 months
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~izzy stradlin~
izzy stradlin x femreader
fluff/angst
| izzy and you have been dating for around 6 months and you come home to your apartment where he stays after being followed and almost touched by a man on the way back from work |
! trigger warning !
stalking / traumatic event / assault
You feel the cool breeze on your face as you walk home from your shift at one of the local bars. You look down at your watch which reads 12:48am and continue walking along the sidewalk towards your apartment. You notice a person walking along the other side of the road going back the other way. It seems to be a man who is wearing a large coat and hat, walking with his hands in his pockets. You continue walking and feel that something isn't right, so you turn around to check if anyone is around. You scan the area and notice a black figure a bit further back. "What the fuck," you mutter to yourself, realizing it's the man from before. You pick up your pace a little, just enough to be discreet. You rang Izzy before leaving so if you took any longer than usual, he would come looking for you. You walk about a block further before looking back and seeing that he's not only still behind you but getting closer. He's quite tall so he can easily walk faster than you. You continue walking and when you can finally see your apartment, you relax slightly, knowing Izzy is staying over. You rummage through your bag to find your key when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and you're only a couple apartments down from your own. "Let go of me!" You yell. The man's hand slides from your shoulder to your wrist. You try to pull away, but the man has a firm grip on you. "Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just please let me go," you say. You hear the man chuckle slightly as you continue to pull, causing you both to stumble closer to your apartment. You drop your purse which makes him look down. "Take it, please, let me go home," you plead once again. He thinks for a moment and then looks back at you, his eyes still shadowy from his hat. You begin to tug your arm away again when you see his eyes look over your head and behind you. You look behind you to see another man with black hair who was standing on your apartment stairs a little bit further down.
"Izzy!" you yell which makes him run over. The man, obviously not intimidated by Izzy, keeps a firm grip on your arm.
"Get the fuck off of her," Izzy says, putting his hands on your shoulders. The man chuckles and shakes his head.
"No, I don't think I will scarecrow," he replies, having a dig at Izzy's figure. Izzy takes a deep breath and, with no warning, lunges forward at the man, knocking him to the ground. "What the fuck are you doing?" The man says.
"I gave you a fucking warning," Izzy replies, swinging his fist into the man's jaw. He stands up and waits for the other man to follow, which he does. "If you don't leave in the next 10 seconds, you'll be knocked out on this sidewalk until daylight, alright?" Izzy says, angrily. He's standing in front of you, blocking you from the man's vision. "Go," he adds on when the man doesn't move however he eventually walks away when he realizes that Izzy is serious.
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You both walk into the apartment and Izzy closes the door behind you. He flicks the light on but you don't stop. You drop your purse on the counter and walk straight to the bathroom, where you lean in front of the mirror. You drop your head down and close your eyes as you feel them starting to fill with tears. You sniff a couple of times before hearing a shuffle at the bathroom door which you had left open. You turn and look to see Izzy leaning on the doorframe with his arms folded in front of him. As you make eye contact, you can tell just by his eyes that his heart is breaking seeing you like this. You turn your body to face him and feel the flood gates open as he walks over and embraces you in a tight squeeze.
"You're okay, I'm here," he says, still with a slight bit of anger in his voice. You pull away and he cups your face with both hands, wiping the tears away with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there quicker," he finally says quietly. I shake my head.
"It's not your fault Izzy," you reply, grabbing his hands. "You did everything you could have and I'm so happy you did," you say. He leans down and rests his head on yours. After a moment of silence, he pulls his head up from yours.
"Why don't you have a shower and then we can go to bed, hm?" he suggests quietly. You smile and nod, so he walks over to the shower and starts getting it to temperature. You strip off and wait somewhat awkwardly to get in. "It's ready," he says, turning to look at you. He admires you for a second before smiling. "You're so pretty," he says which makes you blush.
"Do you want to join me?" you ask. Izzy raises an eyebrow. "Nothing like that," you chuckle. "I just want some company."
And with that he hops in with you.
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natsxaddiction · 18 days
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The Butterfly Effect Episode Eight
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The One Where I speak Spanish for A Day
Natasha and Y/n's daughter has a youtube channel - The Loud House Universe
Note: I know very little Spanish. Blame Google Translate for my struggles. 
Also I was going to leave this in the drafts but idk? It's very niche and i need to get the writing juices flowing.
"Hola, fam! It's Cara, and I am beyond excited to be back with you all in today's video. It's been way too long, but I promise this one is worth the wait. Something special is happening today - I'm on a mission! First things first, I'm crossing my fingers and hoping to get my parent's approval to have my awesome siblings join us in the video. And secondly, brace yourselves because, for the entire day, I'm going to be speaking Spanish with everyone in my house. ¡Vamos a empezar esta aventura juntos! Let's dive in, and I hope you enjoy every moment of it.” 
As Cara walks through her home, the scene shifts with a few cut moments capturing different parts of the house until she reaches the first floor, where she comes to a pause.
"Wait, I think I owe you all an explanation," Cara begins as she turns the camera on herself. "Spanish is actually my first language. Though I don't use it as much these days, it was the primary language at home until I was about five. My linguistic journey has been quite complex, and I delved into it in my very first video on this channel. So, here I am, hoping it all comes flooding back to me. I do practice from time to time since we're a multilingual household. Wish me luck!”
Right on cue, Cara stumbles upon her siblings, Paige and James, in the kitchen. The lively scene unfolds with both of them dancing around, seemingly with nothing to do, while you review something on her iPad.
"Hola hermanos y mama!" Cara cheerfully greets them, adding a touch of excitement to the kitchen ambiance. "¡Qué hermosa mañana! (What a beautiful morning)" Cara exclaims. The siblings greet her in return, while you look at your daughter suspiciously. You were always suspicious of her and that camera. 
“Hi Cara, we are going grocery shopping with Mommy later,” Paige greets her older sister with a hug. “Do you want to come? We are making a list.”
"Sí, me encantaría venir, pero antes tengo una solicitud para ustedes (Yes, I would love to come, but first I have a request for you)" Cara responds. 
Paige furrows her brow and responds, "What?"
Cara then explains in Spanish, "Voy a decir todo en español. Quiero ver cómo me va durante el día. (I'm going to say everything in Spanish. "I want to see how my day goes.")
“I don’t know what that part means,” Paige shakes her head. “Are you okay, Sissy?”
“She said she’s going to speak in Spanish for the rest of the day,” You look up from your iPad. “Or something like that right?”
“Si, Mama. Muy bien,” Cara gives you a thumbs up. 
“Yeah, I know a thing or two,” You say. "Since you’re here, Cara, can you please do the laundry for me?" You request. 
 "Sí, mamá. Pero, ¿podrías pedírmelo en español? (Yes, Mama, but could you ask me in spanish?"
"Oh, ¿en español? Está bien. Cara, haz la colada, por favor.("Oh, in Spanish? Okay. Cara, do the laundry, please)” You point over to the laundry basket seated near the door of the laundry room. 
"¡Perfecto! Ahora sí, vamos a hacer la colada. Paige, James, síganme (Perfect! Now, let's do the laundry. Paige, James, follow me).” She gestures with her hands. The siblings follow her. Not because she thinks they understand but simply because they’re curious. 
In the laundry room, the scene cuts to Cara instructing her siblings on the art of laundry. She points to the piles of clothes and says in Spanish, "Chicos, tenemos que separar la ropa por colores. Los oscuros aquí, los claros allá.(Guys, we have to separate the clothes by color. The dark ones here, the light ones there.)"
Paige looks a bit lost, uncertain of where to begin. However, James catches on quickly, grabbing a handful of dark clothes and confidently placing them in one pile. Cara notices Paige's confusion and steps over to help her, explaining the process patiently.
Paige, looking a bit puzzled, gathers the courage to ask in Spanish, "¿Por qué (Why)?"
Cara, smiling, encourages her, "Buena pregunta, Paige. Separar la ropa ayuda a mantener los colores vibrantes y evita que la ropa se manche con tintes de otros colores. Intenta decirlo tú misma.(Good question, Paige. Separating clothes helps keep colors vibrant and prevents clothes from being stained by dyes of other colors. Try saying it yourself.)"
Paige stumbles a bit over her words, "I don’t know how.” Paige pouts. “You’re talking too fast.”
Cara gently corrects, "Lo siento.Intentaré hablar más despacio (I’m sorry. I’ll try to talk slower).”
After successfully sorting the laundry, the siblings take a moment to admire their organized piles. Cara nods approvingly and says, "Bien hecho, chicos. Ahora, vamos a buscar a los otros hermanos. Quizás necesiten ayuda con algo más en español." (Well done, guys. Now, let's go find the other siblings. Maybe they need help with something else in Spanish.)
They leave the laundry room to track down their other siblings. The laundry challenge may be complete, but the day of speaking Spanish is far from over. 
The scene cuts to Cara discovering Charlie engrossed in a book on her bed. A mischievous grin forms on Cara's face as she sees an opportunity to test Charlie's claimed Spanish knowledge.
"Hermana ¿qué estás leyendo (Sister, what are you reading)?" Cara asks in Spanish, impressed by Charlie's commitment to her book.
Charlie looks up, slightly surprised, and responds, "Oh, hey, Cara. It's a book about dinosaurs.”
Cara, intrigued, decides to put Charlie's Spanish skills to the test. "Muy bien, Charlie. ¿Puedes contarme algo interesante sobre los dinosaurios en español?" (Very well, Charlie. Can you tell me something interesting about dinosaurs in Spanish?
Charlie starts sharing dinosaur facts, and Cara nods approvingly. However, in the midst of their conversation, Charlie curiously glances at the camera.
"¿Por qué estás grabando, Cara(Why are you recording, Cara)?" Charlie asks, raising an eyebrow. 
Cara, with a playful smile, responds, "¡Ah, eso es parte de la sorpresa del día! Te lo contaré todo en español.(Ah, that's part of the surprise of the day! I'll tell you everything in Spanish.) " The camera captures the anticipation in Charlie's eyes as the linguistic adventure unfolds.
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The scene transitions to the grocery store, and Cara, with a sly smile, remarks in Spanish, "Chicos, estamos en un supermercado un poco lejos de casa para más privacidad. (Guys, we're at a supermarket a bit far from home for more privacy.)”
The camera reveals the bustling store entrance as Cara gathers her siblings and both parents, preparing to unveil the next challenge. She announces, "¡Nuevo desafío! Van a hacer las compras en español." (New challenge! You're going to do the shopping in Spanish.)
The siblings exchange excited glances. 
As Cara confidently steps into the grocery store, she addresses her viewers, "¡Hola chicos! Estamos aquí para el próximo desafío y esta vez mi mamá Natasha Romanoff estará a cargo. Como algunos de ustedes saben, ella habla cuatro idiomas, por lo que la tarea no será tan difícil para ella.(Hi guys! We're here for the next challenge and this time my mom Natasha Romanoff will be in charge. As some of you know, she speaks four languages, so the task will not be that difficult for her.)
Natasha, with a smirk, takes the challenge in stride. "Vamos a preparar un delicioso pollo salteado. Pero ahora el desafío es para ti, Cara. Vas a encontrar todos los ingredientes que necesitamos en esta primera mitad.(We are going to prepare a delicious stir-fry chicken. But right now, the challenge is for you, Cara. You're going to find all the ingredients we need in this first half.)
Cara's eyes widen in surprise as Natasha hands her a shopping list and playfully says, "A ver cómo te va, cariño. ¡Buena suerte!( Let's see how it goes, darling. Good luck!)”
Natasha confidently takes charge, walking alongside Cara in the store. "Bien, Cara, necesitamos pechugas de pollo, soja, pimientos, cebollas, ajo y jengibre (Okay, Cara, we need chicken breasts, soy, peppers, onions, garlic and ginger," she instructs in Spanish, her fluent delivery showing her practical language skills.
As Natasha continues detailing the list, Cara, though trying her best, starts to look a bit lost. Natasha glances at the camera with a playful smirk, addressing the audience, "Parece que alguien necesita un poco de práctica extra con la lista de compras (Looks like someone needs a little extra practice with the shopping list)."
Cara, with a good-natured laugh, nods and says to the camera, "Sí, parece que sí. Pero aquí estamos, ¡dándolo todo en español!(Yes it looks like yes. But here we are, giving it our all in Spanish!"
Natasha, catching on to the light-hearted moment, gestures for Cara's siblings to follow her. "Vamos, chicos, ayudemos a Cara a encontrar todo lo que necesitamos para la cena. ¡Vamos a cocinar juntos!(Come on guys, let's help Cara find everything we need for dinner. Let's cook together!)"
Cara leads her siblings to the meat aisle, where a variety of options await. She turns to Willow and starts explaining in Spanish, "Willow, necesitamos pollo para la cena." (Willow, we need chicken for dinner.)
Willow, who doesn't have much experience with the language, brightens up and confidently says, "Chicken! Pollo."
Cara smiles, impressed, and continues, "¡Exactamente, Willow! Necesitamos tres paquetes de pechugas de pollo. (Exactly, Willow! We need three packs of chicken breasts.)”
The other kids, catching snippets of the conversation, exchange puzzled glances. Cara, realizing the confusion, breaks it down for them, "Necesitamos... tres... paquetes... de chicken." She gestures with her hands to emphasize the point.
Paige, James, and Charlie share a moment of realization, and Charlie repeats, "Tres paquetes de pollo."
Cara beams with pride, "¡Muy bien! Vamos a buscarlos." (Very good! Let's go find them.) The siblings set off on their mission to locate the three packs of chicken breasts. 
“What’s next?” Charlie asks. 
Cara looks at the shopping list and responds, "Después del pollo, necesitamos salsa de soja. Vamos a la sección de condimentos. (After the chicken, we need soy sauce. Let's head to the condiment section)”
The siblings, now in the condiment section, exchange confused glances as they try to figure out what comes next. Natasha, noticing their hesitation, steps in with a helpful hint.
"Después del pollo, necesitamos salsa de soja (After the chicken, we need soy sauce)," Cara repeats, trying to guide her siblings.
Natasha, with a smile, points to the shelves filled with various sauces and says, "Salsa de soja. Es como la que usamos para la cocina asiática (Soy sauce. "It's like the one we use for Asian cuisine)."
The realization dawns on the siblings' faces, and Charlie nods, saying, "¡Ah, sí! Salsa de soja." The group, with newfound clarity, moves on to the next item on the list, turning the shopping expedition into a collaborative learning experience.
Eventually the challenge is finished and Cara congratulates them. “¡Bien hecho, chicos! Han hecho un trabajo increíble hoy en el supermercado. Gracias por un día divertido lleno de español. ¡Estoy muy orgullosa de todos ustedes (Well done, guys! You did an amazing job today at the supermarket. Thanks for a fun day full of Spanish. I'm so proud of all of you)!"
The scene transitions to everyone gathered around the dinner table, the day of linguistic challenges coming to a close. Cara, with a serious expression, turns on the camera for the final time.
"Chicos, hoy ha sido un día increíble, pero lamentablemente tuvimos que cortarlo un poco antes de lo esperado. Ya saben cómo es en una casa con seis niños, ¿verdad? (Guys, today has been an amazing day, but unfortunately we had to cut it off a little earlier than expected. You know what it's like in a house with six kids, right?)" Cara addresses her audience.
The camera captures the nodding heads and knowing smiles of her siblings. But before Cara can wrap up the video, she takes a deep breath before dropping a bombshell: "Chicos, tengo un anuncio importante que compartir con todos ustedes. He tomado una decisión significativa en mi vida. Voy a dejar la escuela secundaria para dedicarme por completo a ser una creadora de contenido a tiempo completo.(Guys, I have an important announcement to share with all of you. I made a significant decision in my life. I'm dropping out of high school to fully dedicate myself to being a full-time content creator."
The room falls into a stunned silence as the family processes this unexpected revelation.
“No, you’re not,” You shake your head. You continue eating your dinner, not even stopping to chew. 
Cara, capturing the gravity of the moment, looks into the camera and adds, "Sé que es una decisión grande, pero estoy emocionada por las oportunidades que se presentan. Agradezco su apoyo mientras embarco en este nuevo capítulo.(I know it's a big decision, but I'm excited for the opportunities that present themselves. I appreciate your support as I embark on this new chapter.)"
“Cara,” You begin. 
“Okay, I love you all. Subscribe. Bye,” Cara presses the little red record button. 
Comment Section
User123: Aww, Cara's siblings are seriously the cutest! 😍 It's so sweet to see them together again. Also, best of luck with your new journey, Cara! ❤️
SpanishSpeaker101:** ¡Qué día tan increíble! Los hermanos de Cara son adorables, especialmente Willow. 🌟 Buena suerte con tus nuevas aventuras, Cara. ¡Estoy emocionada por ti! (What an incredible day! Cara's siblings are adorable, especially Willow. 🌟 Good luck with your new adventures, Cara. I'm excited for you!)
AdventurousSoul:** Finally, we get to see the faces of Cara's siblings! 😍 They're all so charming! And shoutout to Cara's moms, they're absolute stunners! 🔥
Reply from Cara: Cara Romanoff : Gracias por el cariño, chicos. 🥰 Willow y los demás son definitivamente la mejor parte de mi día. Y sí, ¡mis mamás son unas bellezas! ¡Agradecida por todo el apoyo! (Thanks for the love, guys.    Willow and the others are definitely the best part of my day. And yes, my moms are beauties! Grateful for all the support!)
FanFaveWatcher: This vlog was everything! The siblings are too cute for words. And can we talk about how gorgeous Cara's moms are? 💖 Like, total power couple vibes!
Reply from Viewer789: Right?! Cara's moms are literal goals. Such a beautiful family!
Reply Cara Romanoff Aw, thank you all! So glad you enjoyed the vlog. The support means the world. And yes, my moms are the best. ❤️✨
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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year
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No, I’m Not Leaving🪶
Keigo Takami x GN! Reader
Hi everyone! Here’s the result from the poll! I think I may have gone a bit off from my own prompt but it should be okay. There is reference to a recent Hawks post I made in this!
Warning: maybe an implication of sex(depends on how you take it), swearing
Spoiler but warning?: Hawks does almost get forced into a relationship with a woman. So if that’s triggering, I wouldn’t read
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“We just think you should display more affection to your fans. Like you did 3 years ago.”
Hawks paused, thoughts twirled in his mind as he tried his hardest to understand what was being asked. They didn’t mean the flirty way he acted before he started to date you? Right? But the way you looked at him, soft eyes filled with concern only clarified his thoughts…The phone, which was on speaker, kept going.
“Like before you found it”
“Ha I’m sorry wanna remind me what it is? Because Endeavor isn't here.” Hawks joked, but tension lay in his eyebrows. Your hand reached over to his, squeezing his fingers in your palm. This wasn't going to go well…. Anyone could see it.
“Your ‘chickadee’, is what we mean Hawks. They’re becoming a problem.” Hawks tensed slightly and you could sense the shift in his feathers. Things that usually were overlooked by the public, but not you. You could see the slight change in his eyes. How they oh so subtly became sharper. More pointed and slanted.
“I don’t see a problem with them. Quite far from it actually.”
“They’ve changed you, you don’t act the same!” They were guilt-tripping him- trying to at least.
“Yeah for the better.”
“You don’t interact with fans the same-“
“You mean I don’t flirt constantly? I think if I did my image would take a heavy toll considering almost everyone in Japan knows I’m in a committed relationship.”
It took a while to get to his current behaviors, IE his current level of flirty-ness. He couldn’t go cold turkey with his flirty ways, it would be suspicious. And thankfully, you understood that. You actually told him it would be smarter to ease off slowly so it wouldn’t be to noticeable. That being said, it did still make moments in those past years tense, when a fan would get too handsy at the ‘Single’ and ‘Eligible’ Hero. But Keigo always made sure afterward to show you you’re his one and only.
But when word broke a year and a half in, shit got crazy. Some fan excepted it and others revolted. They hadn’t even seen your face, just you in a giant coat walking with the pro hero on a fall day. Your finger intertwined. The commission tried to persuade him and subtly weaken your relationship. In one instance they sent him on a 5-month mission with minimal contact. But you were still here.
There was silence over the phone.
“They don’t look right with your image.” Of fucking course. “ They look shabby! And they’re not even a hero, far from it, they’re a civilian.” Hawk's fingers weaved into yours, squeezing them tight, trying to ground himself. “Need I remind you you aren't supposed to even be dating? You have one person on your arm for the main hero event and that’s it.” There was a pause, “but since you feel so inclined to need a relationship-“ You let a silent hiss of anger leave your lips at the audacity. “we’ve contacted the agency in America, and they’re sending over one of their top heroes for you. Her name is Moon Light and she’s a lot fitter-“
“No”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said no.”
Moon Light: some stuck-up hero he met once during a recruiting event. Her image evolved around money and fame. Yeah, she was pretty-  gorgeous really, and she was fit. But she was a hero so it was expected. She trained to endure the worst and be the best. But fuck that, you were the best. Your beauty topped hers. Your kindness and honesty could drown the little bit of humanity that woman had.
“I’m not leaving them for her”
“Hawks I don’t think you realize that you don’t have a choice.”
“No, I do.” You stared at Keigo, your mouth agape. He hadn’t ever used the tone of voice before, at least not in front of you and especially not when talking to the commission. “Because I’ll make my relationship TRUELY public if I have to. And I’ll have fans support it to a point of god-like status.” You heard a sharp inhale on the other line.
You’re eyes scanned his, there was no hint of a lie. You may just become a public figure soon. And that’s okay. At least you’d still be with him.
“Hawks-“
“And if our relationship then ‘comes apart’ due to you- I will quickly bring into spotlight Miss Moon Light, And I will watch with glee as my support tanks”
“You wouldn’t”
“Trust me, they mean more to me than this.”
Silence. “We’ll get back to you… but consider our-“
“No” He hung up.
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kaicheri · 1 year
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mirror, mirror.
sub!beomgyu x softdom afab!reader
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warnings: trainee au, implied masturbation (m), oral (f), exhib./voy. themes, degradation, praise, handjob (w/ mirror)
wc: 3.8k
a/n: repost 1! 
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8:27 AM
There he is.
Beomgyu said he’d be in the dance practice room to get some extra practice early in the morning, so you decided to head over and join him. You could use the extra practice yourself before the other trainees show up later on.
You know that he’s a punctual boy who’s working hard to debut, so seeing his blurry figure through the door’s little window tugs at the corners of your lips. 
You couldn’t be more proud.
But you did expect to see him, you know, dancing. Right now, he’s just sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart, facing the mirror? Is he resting, perhaps? And with his stupid black hoodie hanging on the other side of the door and covering the glass, you can’t really make out much of the view inside.
For real, what is he doing? 
When you squint and use what’s best given to you from this dumb angle, you can at least peep a black mini tripod set up with his phone attached, seemingly sitting between his legs.
Ohh, maybe he’s monitoring his dance progress. The fans he’s accumulated through trainee vlogs and reality shows would be so proud of how much he’s grown.
But enough of your little mind tangent. You’re curious and excited of what he’s gotten down so far.
“Beomgyu!” 
At your unexpected—and unwanted—surprise entry, Beomgyu’s shoulders shoot up as if he’s been struck by lightning. And within microseconds, he’s curled up in this awkward ass siting position where his legs are retracted into his chest. Even weirder when you notice one of his arms hastily slip in between them at the last second. 
“Don’t get any closer!” he yells hoarsely, throwing a hand up to stop you as he hides his flushed self. You immediately freeze in place at the sudden outburst. 
The timid boy doesn’t even turn around to throw you a simple glance, or greet you brightly like he always does when you two see each other. Maybe you came in a bit too hard. 
“Woah, woah, you—y’good?” You slowly approach him with your hands and eyebrows up, signaling that it’s going to be okay, and Beomgyu clears his throat, probably realizing that he’ll give himself away if he doesn’t choose the right cards. Damn, he was so close too. 
With a quick gulp, he keeps his eyes down as he throws a tight smile over his shoulder in your direction. 
“Y-yeah...I-I’m fine…” he mumbles, obviously lying straight through his pearly whites. For a moment that feels like eternity, you want to figure out what’s wrong, but some dumb, invisible-like force is preventing you from…whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing. This whole thing is just weird—he is weird, and not the good kind of weird, which he normally is.
You can’t blame him for being so on his toes, though, not when debut’s just around the corner.
So, you brush it off and resume your walk towards his area with an anticipant gleam in your eyes and a small smile, which you may or may not be forcing yourself. “Sooo...what’re you up to?”
“I’m, uh, f-filming!” Beomgyu huffs out exaggeratedly, as if to overcompensate for his missing extroversion. “Y-yeah, filming something for the fans…” 
Just when you think he can’t be more tense, his voice goes a bit higher in pitch every step you take towards him. 
And why are his eyes darting around like a sinner? God, what is he so nervous for? 
But then again, he does have the camera all set up and it seems to be on, so that could be why. He’s probably filming a short talking clip to post and is nervous to do it.
Except when you get close enough, he just looks all defensive and weird, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches you intently from under his locks.
He looks a bit freaky, like he’s about to pounce on you or something, or vice versa—but just then, your eyes meet his in the mirror, before trailing down just enough for you realize what he was in the middle of.
You had just interrupted his little session.
Keeping your face as natural as possible, as if you don’t have an ounce of suspicion, you figure it might be time to claim your Oscar—y’know, in case this idol thing doesn’t work out.
“Shit!” Maybe your gasp was more dramatic than you’d intended, but it does the trick. “I totally forgot—did they call my number?” You pull out a piece of crumpled paper from your pocket, so conveniently set up for this very moment. “Hurry and finish, I’ll be in the cafeteria!”
And with that daring performance, you quickly turn on your feet and dash out of the dance practice room, holding in your fist a piece of paper with nothing scribbled on it, and a mental image of Beomgyu’s pitiful cock in his.
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8:43 AM - Cafeteria
How long does it take for that boy to finish? Well, clearly long enough to flood your brain with questions that may never be answered—crazy enough to trigger voices as well, debating on whether it was worth training this hard for this long, just to catch a fellow trainee touching himself.
And in a setting so risky, so public—for anyone to walk in—has he gone mad? Debut’s doing a lot more than just fuck with his mind, that’s for sure.
You nearly choke on some boba when your eyes land on a certain someone’s ridiculously tall figure. Fucking finally. 
Closing it behind him cautiously, Beomgyu walks down the corridor in your direction, pretending to be scrolling on his phone. And all of a sudden, every question you were sure to have forgotten, comes punching right in. Can you even still look at him in the eyes? How could you see him the same after this? Did he even wash his fucking hands before he touched that handle-
Beomgyu timidly nods at you to acknowledge your simple existence and takes a seat on the opposite side of your small table, eyes immediately darting to the bubble tea in your hands before pointing at it. 
“Yah, give me a sip.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, already extending his hand out to reach for it.
Scoffing, you tuck the drink towards your chest and away from his dirty hand. Can you believe the gall of this boy? The nerve?
Your eyes travel from his hand to his confused face, nose twitching up in disgust.
“Gyu, I can’t believe you…” You lean towards him enough to whisper, “You sly ass fox...” 
But then again, his amazing ability to act innocent when he’s not has always been a mystery to you. You’ve seen his pranks on the others. 
“What? I forgot to bring my wallet, okay?” He tries to explain, shamelessly reaching for the bubble tea in your grasp yet again. “But if you give me some now, I promise I’ll buy you whatever you want next time. Deal?”
He...he’s really trying to negotiate with you right now? Like nothing had just happened? Like you totally weren’t gonna walk in on him with his cock in hand, cum about to spurt everywhere?
“Since when do you have a wallet-“ You roll your eyes with a sigh, “Anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about.” 
You give the cafeteria a quick scan to make sure no one’s in hearing proximity. 
“I know…” you pause for a second, preparing for the wave of awkwardness to wash over the both of you, “…look, I know you were…touching yourself.”
How did you get here again?
“But don’t be alarmed-“ you start, but his eyes widen immediately and he almost chokes on spit.
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about-”
“Don’t lie to me, Gyu- I can literally see the white stains on your fucking pants!” You whisper-yell, sharply pointing to the pitiful markings of his dried up dick milk for proof. Is he oblivious, or just stupid?
At the point, his eyes are practically bulging out of his brain and that speaks for itself.
“You’re not fooling me,” you lean back with crossed arms.
Given that he could freeze time and think about it, he could’ve played those stains out to be anything. But anxiety’s already pouring into his brain about his future, and what would become of it if you went around telling everybody.
Beomgyu quickly blocks his crotch area from your view with his hands and mutters a curse under his breath. He’s so childish, it’s amusing. Being this dramatic won’t get him anywhere.
“Explain yourself, hm? Explain why I almost walked in on you and your alone time—in the practice room, no less.”
All of a sudden, the boy slips off his seat and presents himself on his knees, hanging his head in shame and clamping his hands together. You’d tell him to quit it, but this is getting…pretty interesting. It’s kind of a shame more people aren’t here to witness him like this, though. He’s a total wreck. 
“Y/n, please don’t tell anyone,” he desperately begs, boring into your eyes with his big brown ones until you can see the glossiness thicken. “Please, please don’t…”
Poor guy sounds like he’s about to cry at any second, and your pussy weirdly pulses at the sight.
“Relax, it’s perfectly normal. You don’t have to be ashamed.”
You pause to sigh in annoyance, “But did you have to do it there? In our practice room? Come on, isn’t that too much?”
Beomgyu darts his tongue out to wet his dry lips,“I- I know I shouldn’t have….but I just…I just couldn’t help it…you know, we haven’t had enough time between monthly evaluations and stuff…” he trails off, but you can’t help but notice the pretty pout that forms on his lips.
But you understand him. Horny and stressed? The worst duo.
Especially during these busy days, his roomies are in and out all the time, their schedules becoming more hectic and unpredictable—there’s no way he can find peace. And it’s not like he could spend too much time in the shower either. Too little time to spare, and too many things to do.
“No, yeah, I get it,” You nod, showing a bit of empathy for the poor boy. “Is this a normal thing for you?”
“No, it’s my first time- doing it in the practice room, I mean…” He mumbles and fidgets with his fingers.
“Yah, you- seriously…” you sigh, latching your lips back on the straw and he watches patiently, gulping. You could really use a nap right now, but not when he’s on his knees like this.
“You’re seriously lucky it was only me. What if it had been Kai? Or Soobin?” You gasp loudly as an even worse thought hits you, “Yeonjun…”
His hands cover both ears theatrically, shaking his head. “Don’t even-“
“Gyu, what were you thinking?”
“I…I just wanted to film myself…” he admits quietly with a bit of shame laced to it, and picks at his pretty fingers. “…s-see how it was like-”
“Film yourself? You mean like the ones on porn websites?” You have to laugh at him, so you let out a little snicker. How pathetic can he get? Surely, not more than this? “What are you, some kind of camgirl?”
Beomgyu looks dumb and miserable, pouting and pretty much begging for you to torture him. At this point, you could very well get him to do whatever you want. Besides, what do you get out of staying quiet?
“You know I’m not gonna keep my mouth shut.”
The instant shock on his face is priceless. He probably thought you were gonna let him off the hook or something. Now, isn’t that stupid?
“Please don’t tell anyone, Y/n- please, please, please…” he begs, clammy hands rubbing together so pitifully as he scoots closer on his knees. “I- I’ll buy you boba every day!”
His eyes are just so, so pretty. How could you take him even a pinch seriously when he’s pleading for your mercy? At this point, you might even develop some sort of God complex if you haven’t already.
Because never in a million years would you ever think to have Beomgyu wrapped around your finger, so desperate in front of your eyes. Your very own slave. The thought alone sounds too good to back out now.
“And why shouldn’t I?” You coo, pouting in the feign of innocence.
He reaches out to take your free hand in his (cum-colored ones), but you let him, already consumed by the power you have over the boy. He rubs over it gently, looking up at you with tears forming at the corners.
“Y/n, please…the others—they won’t let me breathe…it’ll be so embarrassing…”
He’s not wrong. But that’s why it’ll be fucking hilarious. The whole company would be throwing around “mirror fucker” or “camboy.”
And what, he gets off on people watching him, too? Tsk, this is all too easy.
You simply shrug, still not getting the reaction you want. “Hm, not sure if it’s my problem-”
“Don’t tease me right now, Y/n, please!” He whines, “I’ll do anything- anything you want!”
Right into your trap.
“Oh? Anything?”
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This really was all too easy. With some time left over before the rest come in, you have a kneeling Beomgyu settled obediently between your legs in the same practice room, but this time, you’ve decided to play a bit smarter—actually locking the door and dimming the lights, fully covering the window with his same black hoodie.
You glance at the camera sitting in the corner once more to see if it’s running, just as he’d requested. You could grant him this one thing, right?
Honestly, it makes you laugh, but if this could get him off until the next year, why not?
Leaning back on the chair, you teasingly move your panties to the side and his hungry eyes follow. “Let’s hurry before the others show up…but you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Having them watch me fuck your sweet, sweet mouth, yeah?”
With a hefty gulp, his tears start cornering his eyes again, cheeks reddening with the shock of arousal shooting down to his cock. Your words are so vulgar and dirty, and it affects him so much. Who knew he’d get off on being used?
But Beomgyu is a good boy, and has manners, keeping his hands stationed on his thighs. He’d rather wait for your permission than act on his lusty impulses.
“Okay, baby. Stick your tongue out for me and make me cum.”
He scoots closer cutely, and it’s already killing you. The boy constantly chews on his lip and gives you one last look before he gently spreads your legs apart.
You could melt right now. He’s so fucking cute just resting his hands on your thighs, and the moment he lays his warm tongue on your slit, his pretty, teary eyes shoot up to gauge at your reaction, looking all innocent while he begins kitten licks here and there.
They become longer stripes as he drags the tip of his tongue gently up and down your neediness, but you’re starting to feel a bit impatient. “Gyu, we don’t have time to play games right n-“
Your own gasp cuts you off when he presses his lips against your dainty bud, sucking so lightly, so eagerly, you can’t help but grab a handful of his hair. “O-oh god…that’s it, just like that…”
Beomgyu gives your clit a break and goes back to dragging his tongue up and down your folds. It’s a simple motion, but this time he’s applying a bit more pressure with his tongue to show how needy he is for your sweet taste.
His lips are slobbered with all sorts—you’re starting to wonder if he’d just wanted this all along.
“Holy sh-shit…you’re s-so good at this,” you breathe out, and the praise makes him whimper, “Maybe you should be my very own personal slut, Gyu…I’d fuck your pretty mouth every day…”
Beomgyu can’t do much about his poor, leaking cock, just throbbing in the tight of his pants. To keep himself from touching it, he squeezes your thighs to hold back, and because it’s not his time yet. Pitiful, but his purpose now is to make you feel good.
Just as you’re getting lost in how pretty he looks between your legs, he angles his head in attempt to press his tongue in deeper, digging out the source of your sweet essence.
“I mean…if this what it feels like to have you eat me out…imagine what riding your face must be like…” Beomgyu’s eyes flutter at the idea and doesn’t even care about all the drool running down his chin.
“Stick out your tongue so I can fuck myself with it.” He obeys and sticks it out for you. It’s convenient, because he can watch your pretty face contort as you guide his head back and forth, letting his tongue dip into you as you please.
His teary eyes are so angelic and innocent in nature, you could pass out. Everything about him is so puppy-like, obedient and vulnerable—so easy to corrupt.
You feel the rapid tightening in your abdomen as you get closer to the edge, so you move his head a bit faster, gripping a little harder that he whimpers.
“Let me cum in your p-pretty little mouth, yeah?”
It’s when he whimpers one more time that you fall apart. At this point, your legs are locking his head in and you’re pushing his face into your cunt to keep him there. You might be suffocating him with your convulsing thighs, but like a good boy, he waits on his knees patiently and lets you fuck his face until you’ve calmed down from your ecstasy.
It’s a comforting sight, really, to see your good boy, with his teary eyes ever so pretty and hair all fluffy and disheveled the moment your legs loosen up around him. Even when he’s catching his breath, he looks adorable.
You reach out to run your hand through his hair and he takes it with love. “You’re such a boy for me.”
Beomgyu can’t help but yelp when you abruptly pull him up to slam his chest against the mirror. He’s so lightweight, you could throw him around like some pretty doll.
A cute cry slips out as soon as you ram your leg up against his ass to keep him against his own reflection.
With your arm snaking around his pretty, dainty waist, all tight and secure, you shoot him a warning grin just before you give him what he wants.
“Oh, is this where you came earlier?” You scoff at his pathetic attempt at cleaning up the stains on the mirror. “How fucking dirty of you.”
You hand slips down past his waistline without warning and his body jolts at the sudden intrusion, taking in his delicious sobs when you pull his pretty, throbbing cock out.
“Filming for the fans, huh? Maybe next time you go live, I’ll make you take out your dirty cock in front of everyone and make you touch yourself…so that everyone can see what a stupid little whore you really are, yeah?”
His eyes flutter back and lips part against the mirror as you spread his precum all over his bulbous tip, whimpering because he wants to hear more of your sin.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Stupidly, Beomgyu nods with breath hitting the mirror. He just wants you so bad, he’s starting to lose it.
“Or maybe I’ll suck you off in front of everyone, show them how pretty you look when you cum in my mouth…” your devilish coo causes him to buck forward, needing your fingers now more than ever. It feels like he’s in heaven—or hell, because of your teasing—with the way your hand slides up and down his cock with ease.
It’s no doubt that your touch is different from his own, clearly slower and more calculated, whereas his is sloppy and desperate. If he had known you were this good with his cock, he would’ve gotten caught earlier.
Already, his cock twitches over the insane amount of pleasure you’re giving him. Drool starts bubbling at his mouth and shamelessly seeps past his lips, dripping down his chin and smearing the mirror.
“Look at yourself, baby. Don’t you like watching yourself get fucked?” Beomgyu nods profusely, and pries his eyes open to take a look at himself, cheeks all pink and face all fucked out because of you.
He whines and bites down on his lip immediately when you pick up the pace, careful to keep his volume under control. It appears he’s become so stupid that he’s forgotten the walls are soundproof. And by the way he claws at the mirror and throbs between your fingers, you can tell he’s dangerously close.
“And you were filming yourself, pfft,” You scoff, “I’d be ashamed too. How disgusting.”
Your words hurt, but has his cock leaking regardless. It just feels so good, along with how his sensitive, puffy tip presses against the mirror as you rub him off.
“Please, p-please let me c-cum, Y/n…” he quietly cries against the mirror, voice bending at your pumps, “oh, please…”
“Mm, you’ve been such a good boy. Look at yourself when you cum for me,” you coo, going at a vigorous pace and he whimpers in obedience, prying open his big teary eyes.
But right when he’s about to lose it, he mindlessly locks eyes with you once more in the mirror, letting you witness the last of his innocence flow out of his eyes.
“F-fuck…please-” He whimpers and squishes his lips against the mirror, “I-I…m’cumming-“
You hold his trembling body close to yours, right around his waist as his hot, milky cum shoots out from its pocket, splattering onto the mirror in almost the same place.
“God, you look so cute like this…getting ruined all for some stupid video…” you pant against his shoulder as you squeeze him out completely.
With stained fingers of white, he watches you suck them off from under his heavy eyelids. A little taste of his saltiness shouldn’t hurt.
You help the poor boy slump down against a clean part of the mirror. He looks close to passing out, or needing sleep—anything that would help him recover from…all of this.
“You did so well, Gyu,” you coo sweetly, hoping something else might bloom out of this little episode.
But when you turn to walk over to the camera, you realize the usual orange light isn’t blinking anymore.
“Oh my god…” The screen’s gone completely black.
“It died.”
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myautisticpov · 2 years
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Okay, no, actually, I’m having more feelings about Trek that I need to articulate
I actually really love the thing that was fairly common in TNG/VOY/DS9 era Trek (I’m not saying that it didn’t/doesn’t happen in other Trek, but I haven’t rewatched the other series as much and wasn’t watching it when I was a kid) where you’d have a misfit character, and most of the other characters would be like “hmm, don’t like them”, but one character would be like “what the fuck are you talking about? they’re a person and they deserve to not have you judging them without getting to know them, stop being a prick”
And idk, I think it’s just hitting me because I keep seeing media, especially aimed at kids, try to teach this lesson, but it will have the protagonist spend the majority of an episode being a dick to someone, and then by the end just have a moment where they go “oh, I guess I was being a dick” - often because the misfit character breaks down from their abuse or does something exceptional to prove that the others were wrong about them - and then all is forgiven, and it just really rubs me the wrong way
Like, a lot of the characters I’m talking about are autistic coded (and for a lot of them, by “coded”, I mean the creators have said that that was the intention) and I find the latter really uncomfortable to watch, even as an adult, whereas these episodes of Trek were a real refuge for me as an autistic kid
Like, bring back Picard telling people to shut the fuck up and stop making fun of Reg, you’re Starfleet officers, not bullies on the playground! Bring back Guinan hearing everyone talking shit about Ensign Ro and being like “actually, I’m gonna be friends with her”! Bring back Kes seeing the way everyone treats the Doctor and being like “Ummm, I’m sorry, I thought Starfleet was better than this”!
Idk, I just didn’t realise how much I missed those episodes until I started watching that era of Trek again
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A Million Little Heartaches: Pandora's Box 💔💫❤️‍🔥
A/N: Hi, my darlin's! I was feeling a little hesitant about posting my first non-EP fic, but I got over myself lol. This one is a bit of an experiment as it's not told in chronological order, and we'll see if I continue it based on inspiration and interest. Please let me know your thoughts! As always, they are so appreciated and what helps keep me motivated a lot of the time, especially as I'm trying new things. I really hope you enjoy it and can't wait to hear what you think. 💗
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A Million Little Heartaches
Part 1: Pandora’s Box
March 2026
I’ve curled my legs up under me in an oversized armchair, staring aimlessly at the fire. My empty wine glass is precariously balanced in my hand as I am hypnotized by the flames. Liam’s angry outburst shocked everyone, and his words still ring like poison in my ears:
You abandoned me.
I run through all the things I could’ve said in response instead of just standing there speechless as he ripped me into pieces in front of everybody.
Namely, you made your choice, Liam. And it wasn’t me.
It was never me.
Good ole Lily, forever the consolation prize, I muse, shaking my head.
There’s a hollow feeling in my heart that hasn’t been there for a long, long time.
“Mind if I join you?” Jake’s rumbling voice startles me out of my staring contest with the fire.
Oh god, now? Seriously? is what I’m thinking, but I manage a cordial nod instead, setting my empty glass on the side table next to me.
He sits in the chair facing mine. A glance over reminds me he’s a man now, not a boy, the firelight hitting the weathered but not unattractive lines on what used to be a baby face. The peach fuzz which had tickled my cheek so long ago is now a short, dark beard on a sharper, less rounded jaw. His once sandy hair has darkened some and is peppered with grey. He has aged well.
I can’t imagine how he must be looking at me after all these years, at the changes he must see. I know I’m not the girl I was. I look back at the fire.
“Are you okay?” he asks after a moment of silence.
I roll my eyes over to him and huff a bitter laugh. “Does it matter?”
I shouldn’t have said it like that—Liam’s freak out wasn’t Jake’s fault—but everything feels so fucking raw that I don’t have the wherewithal for a filter.
“It always has,” he says quietly.
The words hang there between us, heavy. There’s a poignancy and deeper meaning to them that slaps me out of my pity party.
“Excuse me?” I breathe out, blinking. My heart starts racing, like a hummingbird trapped in my ribcage.
He doesn’t get to say my feelings have always mattered. Not him. Not the guy who dragged me to hell and back because he was too much of a coward to let me down easy. Not the one who I spent nearly six years trying desperately to know and wishing for him to know me, too. Who I tried, only somewhat successfully, to forge a friendship with after it seemed all between us was well and truly done.
Jake shifts uncomfortably in his seat, looking at the fire before he finds what he needs there to bring himself to look back at me.
He only knows a fraction of what he put me through, or at least I think he does. He was ever the master at shutting me out, so it’s always been hard to know what he’s thinking or feeling without having to pry it out of him with a crowbar.
His voice echoes in my head, a long-forgotten memory: I guess I’m just the kind of person who hides my feelings.
An understatement.
This makes it a surprise when he looks straight at me with those warm brown eyes that used to melt me into the floor and says, “Your feelings have always mattered.”
Maybe it’s the wine, or the blowup with Liam, but my filter disappears completely. There’s a latent, hot anger that boils to the surface.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You, of all people, think my feelings have always mattered?” I throw back at him, scoffing.
He looks as though I’ve slapped him, and if I wasn’t so upset, I might try to backtrack. But I spent six years of my adolescence trying to shield him from my feelings, and as an adult, I don’t have time for that shit anymore.
“I suppose I deserve that,” he recovers, looking back at the fire.
I’m surprised, to say the least. It’s not as though we hadn’t talked about it back in the day, at least somewhat, but I never let him know just how deeply he hurt me. I never told him about the panic attacks, the intense depressions, or the manic feelings I’d get from just a morsel of attention from him. No, I’d buried all that for the sake of our “friendship” or whatever it was.
Part of me knows it’s stupid to try and rehash things that we put to rest so long ago. I shouldn’t hold it against him—we were just teenagers—but it wasn’t until my twenties that I finally grasped just how much Jake fucked me up. He made me think that if you love someone enough, they can treat you however they want and it doesn’t matter, and if it’s “meant to be” then someone can string you along indefinitely without consequence. I’d been so convinced we were these star-crossed lovers that had such a deep thread of connection that we’d someday figure it out. But someday never came.
Liam had. Liam pulled me from the ashes of my heartbreak and showed me real love. Or so I’d hoped. I’d hoped so much that I’d ignored and excused all the similarities between the way he and Jake treated me. But he had loved me and risked it all for me at one time. I mattered to him, to a fault.
But with Jake, I’m never sure I mattered. I always felt on thin ice, or at least that’s how I remember it. But memory warps over time. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ve been wrong about all of it.
God, he still has me running circles around myself.
“Yeah, you do deserve it, a little,” is what I finally settle on, but it comes out gentler than I want it to.
He gives me a familiar sardonic half-smile.
Ah, there he is, the little shit. It was a look that twenty years ago would set my heart a-flutter on a good day and made me want to throttle him on a bad one. Some things never change.
Another thing that hasn’t changed is my need to shove him past his comfort zone with all my thoughts and feelings.
“Sometimes, I’m still not sure I mattered to you at all.” The words catch in my throat, giving away more than I want to.
His eyes snap back to mine. “How can you say that?” he asks with a surprising level of hurt in his voice.
I’m taken aback. “Jake, I don’t think you entirely understand the way you…” I stop myself and shake my head.
“The way I what? Say it,” he challenges, uncharacteristically.
I take a deep breath. “The way you broke my heart completely. How I spent months—no, years—trying to figure out what I had done that was so bad that you didn’t have or couldn’t really admit you had feelings for me, or why I was so repulsive you couldn’t bear to be with me. You had me so tied in knots I could hardly breathe.”
“Lily, you were never—” he starts, shaking his head, but I don’t listen, plowing right through whatever he thinks he needs to say.
“And then Liam came into the picture and helped me heal, and still I was so desperate for your approval, for us to be friends. But you always, always kept me at arm’s length. I could never figure any of it out. I still wonder if it was all one-sided and I was just a crazy little girl who manufactured this epic love story in her head,” I ramble out, shaking my head.
I’m saying too much, I know I am, but what the fuck does it matter now, after all this time? I have no need to impress him anymore.
   He shutters down, and it’s so entirely familiar that I have to laugh. “That. Right there,” I point, “is the same thing you did to me 27 years ago. You could never let me in, could you? As much as I hoped you would, as close as I swear I got sometimes, this brick wall is what made me question everything about us. It always has.”
His eyes widen as he’s called out so viciously, his hands tensing then releasing the arms on the chair. I let him sit in it for a moment before I drop the last bombshell, the one I’m sure will ruin the precarious balance between us:
“You were my first love, Jake, and I was so in love with you it hurt. God, I was so convinced we were connected in some timeless, deep, soulmates kind of way. And sometimes you did things that seemed to confirm that, but then you’d turn around and…well, I tried so hard to understand why you didn’t feel it, too. But I was young and stupid and obsessed, I guess,” I laugh, looking into the fire. “I finally just had to accept I was never gonna figure you out or understand why you didn’t love me back.”
He’s quiet for a long moment and I’m almost afraid he’s going to get up and walk away.
“Sorry, I guess old habits die hard. Here I am, still blasting you with all my feelings, 25-plus-years later,” I chuckle. “No wonder you never wanted to be with m—”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” he interrupts.
My head snaps back to him. “What?”
“I never meant to hurt you like that. I never meant to drive you to…Liam,” he says, with a frustrated bitterness in his tone that surprises me.
“Okay…?” I’m not sure where this is going, but my heart kicks up again.
“I told you back then I liked you,” he says blatantly, as if it were ever that simple between us.
I can’t help but laugh. “Did you, really? You told me in different ways how you were ‘gonna ask me out, but…’. And there was always a ‘but.’ And it was never in the present tense. I heard from other people that you liked me, sure, but you never really told me. Not in a way that felt like I wasn’t forcing something out of you that you were ashamed of or just telling me to save face. And it was always me who came to you. Always. You had a thousand chances and never followed through. We never even kissed, Jake! You kissed everyone but me. What was I supposed to think?”
“I-I-I…damn it, Lily,” he growls. “I couldn’t.”
 “Excuse me? You very much ‘could,’ you just didn’t want to. And that’s fine, you never owed it to me to reciprocate my feelings. Just don’t pretend—”
“Of course, I had feelings for you!” he yells.
I’m stunned into silence.
“I had feelings for you since we were 12! You were the first girl I ever really thought of in that way and I had no idea how to deal with it. And the moment you showed any interest in me I panicked and pushed you away. And I regretted it after and thought I’d ruined everything, but you came back, and I-I-I did it again. And again. Because my feelings for you scared the shit out of me.”
My heart is jackhammering now. I can barely breathe. “Why?”
“You were special. I couldn’t—I couldn’t ruin that…or you.”
“That doesn’t make any sense! You didn’t want to ‘ruin me’ so you broke my heart, over and over?”
“I didn’t deserve you. You were way too good for me and way out of my league.”
Flabbergasted, I blink at him. The pure insanity of this conversation has me whirling.
“But you kept flirting with me anyway, leading me on? You’d hug me, hold my hand…Lord, you even snuggled me and popped a fucking boner against me at that party freshman year…” I babble.
A blush floods his cheeks. “I was only 15, I-I-I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“You knew enough to fuck Talia.”
He looks like I’ve struck him again, but I can see in his eyes he knows I’m right. Talia would forever be a sore spot between us.
“I was young. And dumb.”
“No shit. And it doesn’t track. You did the same with Tina, Heather, and pretty much any other girl who showed the slightest bit of interest in you. Everyone except me.”
“I know. I was wrong. I was in a…bad place.”
“I practically handed myself to you on a platter and you humiliated me. How do you think it felt that I was the only one you never…you just kept me dangling on a string,” I say, shaking with anger.
“I know,” he whispers, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t…”
“Sure,” I shake my head and look away. I don’t know why I care so much. I shouldn’t. This is all ancient history, and maybe it is Liam’s doing for sucking me back into the past tonight, but for some reason it all feels like it happened yesterday.
“I knew it was wrong, that I was treating you badly, a-a-and that’s why I found God. I wanted to be better…for you.”
Something cracks inside of me at the gesture. It doesn’t make any sense—why would he do that for me? My breath starts to falter a bit.
I remember he had changed dramatically mid-sophomore year, turning into a nicer, happier, and kinder version of himself. He’d stopped going after every girl in sight and wasn’t blatantly ignoring me anymore. We’d become friends again. I’d thought he was swept up in wanting to hang with the cooler, older Christian kids in the group, bowing to a weird form of peer pressure, just as I had done.
Of course, my “conversion” had not stuck after everything that happened later, but that’s beside the point.
Slowly, pieces start falling into place. Things I’d never considered.  
“You didn’t. You did it for…me?” I say breathlessly. “That’s a pretty drastic thing for a 16-year-old to do…”
He nods.
A shiver runs down my spine.
“Why…why would you do something like that for me?” I hold my breath and quell the trembling of my hands by clasping them together.
In the heavy pause, it feels like all the air gets sucked out of the room, and everything else around us warps and stops.
“Because I was completely in love with you.”
My heart stops. “What?” I whisper.
This can’t be real.
But his eyes are as open and pleading as I’ve ever seen them, begging me to finally understand what he couldn’t impart all those years ago.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I manage to choke out.
A pained look crosses his face. “I was too late.”
It’s like I’m 16 again, the way my heart is ready to explode while simultaneously being yanked from my chest. The air whooshes out of my lungs and I can’t bring myself to speak. All I can do is look over at him with questioning eyes.
“Me being such an asshole pushed you straight into his arms and by the time I came to my senses, it was too late. You’d fallen for him, even though he was with someone else,” he says bitterly.
He is not wrong. The whole reason Liam and I became friends in the first place was he listened to my heartbreak over Jake.
“So, I tried to be your friend instead. That was what you wanted, right? I thought maybe I could get closer to you and change your mind, talk some sense into you.”
I find my voice. “What are you even talking about? Liam and I were very much not together that spring and summer because of Melissa. You had the perfect chance, but you started dating Tiffany right when school got out.”
His jaw sets, clenches. “Oh, come on. It was beyond obvious you weren’t over him. So, yeah, when Tiffany showed interest, I gave it a chance. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You probably don’t remember how I messaged you all the time. How our conversations got longer a-a-and deeper. How I begged you to call me.”
Vague memories flash back to me. “I did call you. And I definitely would’ve remembered you telling me this!” I shake my head.
He has no idea how this revelation would have changed everything. God, I can’t breathe.
            “I tried to feel you out that fall, but you were pretty focused on Liam.”
            Mind racing, I try to remember how it all went down. My attraction to Liam had been all-consuming, made worse by the way we desperately tried to keep our hands off each other when Melissa left for college. We weren’t officially together, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that we were mad about each other. Between that, the play, and keeping my grades up, things were intense that fall, to say the least. But there had been some weird moments with Jake that I’d tried to brush off as friendly at the time, but maybe they weren’t.
            “Friendsgiving.” It pops into my head suddenly, and I look at him with wide eyes. “I couldn’t figure it out—you went out of your way to take me home that night, then you were so teasing and flirty. We sat in my driveway for like half an hour. You couldn’t keep your hands off me—tickling me and putting your arm around me. I thought it was strange…but you were with Tiffany. I convinced myself I was imagining it.”
            It starts to dawn on me that perhaps my instincts had been right this whole damn time.
            I ramble as I recall more, “You were so obsessed about Mick having to kiss me for the play. We talked about how weird it would be if you had to understudy and it was us who had to kiss instead.”
            Jake looks at me sheepishly. “I wanted to kiss you so badly.”
            “God, why didn’t you?!”
            “You were in love with Liam!”
            “You are still such an idiot. Did you not hear anything I’ve said to you? If you’d kissed me, it wouldn’t have mattered. You were always there in the back of my mind. It was always you.” My hands are trembling at the admission, at how easily I would’ve folded if he had come for me.
            His eyes narrow, almost incredulously, as if he can’t believe it.
            “That’s all I ever wanted, Jake—for you to care enough to show me, or tell me, or anything at all! To fight for me…for us. But you never had the balls to do it, and that’s why we never happened. Not because of Liam. Not because I didn’t feel the same way. Because of you,” I say, voice shaking as hard as my hands.
            I’m coming apart at the seams, unravelling for the second time tonight because of men who never truly understood me or put me first. Refusing to cry in front of Jake and let him know just how much he’d changed with his inaction, I stand too quickly, wobbling on my feet.
            Jake jumps up to steady me, one hand at my forearm and the other at my waist, touching me for the first time in over 20 years. My stupid body responds with a jolt of electricity now just as it did then, like a phantom limb come to life. Logic tells me to pull away.
I don’t.
            He steps closer. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into my hair, “I feel like all I’ve ever done is hurt you, and I hate myself for it.”
            Oh, god. His proximity is dizzying, a reminder of moments long gone. A whiff of cologne. The way his thumb gently rubs the dip of my waist through my dress. The not-so-subtle way he lures me in closer.
            I don’t understand. How is it after the decades of life that have occurred, after having my heart swell and break and swell again with different types of love, that this man still can send me reeling?
            And he’s right—all he’s ever done is hurt me and tie me in knots. Being near him is like being edged in the most painful of ways because there is never any payoff. He had seen to that.
            There is something inherently cruel in the fate of it all. How the moment I had moved on all those years ago, the moment I released my hope of being with him and found another, that was when he figured his shit out. The worst part used to be feeling like he’d never felt the same about me, but knowing now that he loved me somehow makes everything ache even worse than it did before.
            Tears sting the corners of my eyes, even though I promised myself long ago I’d never shed another tear over Jake. I hate he will forever be the one that got away. The one who I’d never felt closure with, like a scab that crusts over but won’t heal underneath. As stupid as it sounds, there has been a part of me since the moment he so sweetly helped me solve a math problem in the 7th grade that has unwillingly left a piece of my heart in his hands ever since, no matter how many others there have been to take his place in between.
            And I hate him for that. I hate him even more now that I know I was always right about us from the start, about the thread of connection that bound us to each other almost 30 years ago.
“Does it even bother you? The ‘what could have been?’ Did it cross your mind that maybe everything would be different if you’d just said something? Or did you just forget about me, about all of it?” I whisper angrily.
God knows, I haven’t.
Furious and frazzled, I press my hands into his chest to push away. It’s a terrible move because his large hand covers mine, pinning it to him. He’s warm through his dress shirt and his heart beats wildly under my palm. My eyes fly up to meet his.
“I think about it all the time. More than I should. But God works in mysterious ways,” he says, as if that explains it all.
I roll my eyes. Another wonderful excuse. “I guess he does,” I add sarcastically.  Extricating myself from him, I immediately feel clearer, but part of me wants nothing more to feel his touch on me again. I shake the feeling off.
I had abandoned religion and the guilt and bigotry that came along with it the moment I got to college, when I realized just how much it had fucked my young brain up. Not shockingly, the religious friends who’d taken such offense when I’d gotten together with Liam were the same ones who quickly fell out of my life once they realized I wasn’t going to tow the line. Jake had only dug his heels in deeper into his religion after that, with Tiffany and his cookie-cutter perfect family and church going ways, and now it crosses my mind that it’s all because of me.
Don’t be stupid.
He’s waiting on me to say something. It takes me a moment to absorb the fact that he admitted thinking about me more than he should. This good and pious Christian man was thinking about me when he should have been thinking about his wife.
But I am in no place to judge. Not about this.
I want to know what salacious thoughts have run through his mind about me, but I can’t bring myself to ask. Part of me wants to utterly ruin him in all the ways I couldn’t when we were teenagers. A heat gathers low in my belly at the thought, at his nearness.
Romantic and physical chemistry is no joke, I realize. It’s like my pheromones were preprogrammed by the universe to be attracted to his, and by the cautiously heated look he’s giving me now, I’m wondering if it’s always been the same for him.
One of my biggest regrets about us, since the beginning, was the question that if we had even just kissed once and got it over with, would it have broken the tension between us like a summer rainstorm breaks the heat? Would we have gotten it out of our system and figured out if whatever chemistry we had was real or just something we’d worked up in our imaginations?
But it’s too late for that. The past can’t be changed. Now the ‘what if’s’ that plagued me for all these years hurt worse than before, knowing that with one stupid admission or one kiss all those years ago, we could have had it all. Maybe we would have been the high school sweethearts who got married and annoy our 2.5 kids with stories about what an idiot their dad was until he’d finally told me how he felt.
There would’ve been no me-and-Liam, or him leaving me because the world had gone to shit. I wouldn’t have met my husband. All of it, an entire life I’ll never know, flashes before my eyes and nearly brings me to my knees.
And while I don’t subscribe to his God, I do think the universe puts things in our path. But what was the point of all this, then—of us never being the “us” we both know we wanted it to be? I just don’t see why this thing can’t seem to die and fade into the ether. He’s like a bad penny I can’t shake.
At least with Liam, there was closure. We had loved and dated and all of the milestones that go with that. Knowing Jake loved me doesn’t make me truly feel any better, other than the fact I know I wasn’t a delusional, lovesick teenager.
But he loved a version of me that’s grown up into someone different, just as I begrudgingly loved a version of him that I’d made up in my head to be better than he was.
I’ve been quiet too long. “Why?” It pops out of my mouth unwillingly. “Why do you still think of me?”
“Do you still think of me?” I expect him to shirk away from the question, but he flips it on me so fast I have whiplash.
I close my mouth, my eyes darting away, answering his question.
He nods. “Then you know.”
Does that mean he replays fuzzy memories of interlocking his fingers with mine or pulling me too close in a dance? He sees the stolen, meaningful glances in his mind’s eye? He thinks about the multitude of chances he had to press his lips to mine but didn’t and what may have happened if it had gone farther than that? He thinks of how if he and I became a “we” it would’ve completely altered the course of our lives?
I have trouble thinking he ponders any of that.
But if he loved me like he says he did…
The hollow ache in my heart is back with a vengeance, erasing all hope I had at getting out of here relatively unscathed.
“Maybe we were just destined to hurt each other. Maybe we’ve always been bad for each other,” I say indignantly instead of voicing all the other thoughts buzzing in my head. But it feels true, nonetheless.
I watch him shake his head rather vehemently. He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to the punch.
“But too bad we never had the chance to find out for sure,” I add with venom. After this, I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling like he stole that chance from me.
We were babies. Give the guy a break, a tiny voice in the back of my head chimes in.
            Unfortunately, I’m a little too emotionally wrecked to let a silly thing like logic get me back on track and remind me I’m a goddamned adult.
            Star-crossed lovers aren’t real. “Meant to be” isn’t real. Threads of fate tying us together in inexplicable ways aren’t real. What’s real is hormones and youth and cowardice and terrible timing. What’s real are jobs and spouses and children.
            Then why can’t I shake the feeling that this isn’t even close to being the end for us? It makes no sense.
            It never has.
            I grab my purse. Furious and regretful, I can’t be around him anymore, which is made evident by the fact that I want to stay so badly, even if it means my heart is bleeding out in front of him. But I have more self-respect now than I had when I was 16, and I certainly am not going to cry in front of him.
            “Goodbye Jake. I hope your life is everything you want it to be. Give Tiffany my best.” It’s a dig, to be sure. We both know Tiffany wants nothing to do with me, and now I finally know why. I turn and walk away, quickly, escaping my past down the darkened hallway towards the bathrooms.
            “Lily, wait,” he commands from behind me, catching up and grabbing my hand. Shocked at his tone of voice and forwardness, I have no choice to spin back to him. His eyes are blazing.
            “What? What is there left to say?” I say, my voice cracking with emotion. “That one of my biggest regrets is that we never made this work, this—this silly pseudo-romance from our teens? That I hate how much this matters to me, even now, even though I haven’t seen you in years?”
            He advances, his eyes never leaving mine, and a small huff escapes my lips as my back hits the wall. It’s hard not to notice he’s broader and taller than he used to be as his body comes so close to pressing against mine. Every one of my nerves sparks to attention at his sudden proximity, a buzzing static electricity.
His hand clasps my neck, the rough pad of his thumb trailing along my jaw. I have no choice but to keep looking up at him, into those darkened brown eyes.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
Shock precedes a pool of fire low in my belly when he boldly brings his thumb to the center of my lips and slowly drags it down. My lips part and a small moan escapes them. I’m vaguely aware of my purse hitting the floor with a thunk.
“What I should’ve done a long time ago,” he says definitively. His warm breath tickles my cheek where his mouth hovers too close to mine.
As my body fully kicks into overdrive, I’m reminded of what I’ve always known: I’m incapable of resisting Jake Lawson. One last rational thought pushes through the fire that is rapidly consuming me.
“This is a bad idea,” I pant, my eyes scanning his face.
“A terrible one,” he agrees, and when he nods, his nose brushes against mine.
I expect a crash of lips and teeth, but instead his soft lips brush mine tantalizingly, dragging in a way that sends an explosion of heat through my chest. The warmth of our breath mingles, and I can’t stop the way my hands instinctively reach for the lapels of his jacket. His hand on my neck pulls me closer and when our lips finally press together in earnest, oh, god, it’s everything I’d ever hoped it would be.
Instead of breaking away, we are pulled into each other by some unknown force that makes my entire body tingle from head to toe. Jake deepens the kiss, and I turn as pliable as putty in his arms, wondering how it is possible that we went this damn long without doing this. His fingers tighten in my hair, eliciting a groan as his mouth opens and his tongue persuasively brushes against my lips. Granting permission, I open to him further and our tongues roll gingerly against each other.
Something ignites in me that hasn’t in a long, long time. It’s a blast of desire and truth so strong it threatens to undo me. It’s different than pure passion—there’s a yearning, a need, a rightness lacing every touch between us. And based on the way he clings to me now, I have no doubt he feels it, too, this sense of fate that we were always destined to end up here.
Every instinct I have wants to feed the fire that is swirling in my belly, but the last thread of rationality left in me reminds me that I shouldn’t let this go too far. It has gone too far already. I force myself to pull away, which is like prying two strong magnets off each other. I can’t move more than an inch, just enough to separate our lips. I’m too dizzy with the smell of him and what must be a lack of oxygen. Or maybe it’s because my entire world feels upended.
His forehead rests on mine, his thumb caressing the hollow of my throat. “Shit,” he sighs out with a shudder, his breath tickling my face as he struggles to control himself.
For once in my life, I have no doubt of what he’s feeling. The way he says that one word tells me he is every bit as blindsided, connected, and aroused as I am. But it’s more than just that. A tether of knowing has tightened between us. It’s so overwhelming I feel like I might cry.
As we stand pressed close together in this dark hallway, I don’t think either of us truly expected it to feel like this. Like everything that’s been wrong between us was because we resisted this bond, a power that feels beyond anything I could have imagined. In mere moments, we’ve confirmed what both of us have inherently known but tried to ignore for almost three decades.
That’s when I realize we’ve opened Pandora’s box. We can never go back.
“Jake…” I choke, trying to get the words out, but they won’t come.
“I know,” he responds solemnly, and I have no doubt he has come to the same conclusion as I have:
We are in deep trouble.
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How long will you hide the fact that your demon king Vois daughter? Dante asked you, and you stopped in your tracks, not wanting to turn around. This wouldn't have happened if Dante hadn't kissed you a month ago. You've been trying so hard to hide your power level, and sending Vergil a time repeat for an hour didn't help your case. He deserved it, but you're supposed to hide. You stutter, trying to muster up the courage to talk to the son of Sparda, but nothing comes out. ''Look at me," Dante says, which sends shivers through your body. He grabs your arm to pull you close to him, but you react. ''Why does it matter? I haven't bothered anyone; I just work and keep to myself. '' You have a panicky feeling that Dante won't accept you, just like the demon realm didn't. Not fully demon to fit in the underworld, and not fully human to be in the earth realm. You try to pull away from Dante, but he keeps his grip. You cry, "Why won't you let me go?" You beat against his chest before collapsing to your knees. '' I didn't do anything; you sobbed.'' Dante gently pulled you close as you broke down.
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He whispered, "It's okay, Lily, it's okay. I didn't mean to alarm you. I just wanted to know why you run and hide in the garden." Dante was cursing himself for making you cry. He just wanted to know why, after these few months, you would avoid him after one kiss. You look up at him as he moves a few strands of your hair out of your face. Your eyes were red and watery, and even you didn't know why you reacted that way after you calmed down. Dante jokingly said, "Am I that disgusting that you avoid me?" I only asked you that question so I could finally have your attention again. Since the first day of your working in the shop, I've known that you're Nephilim. You pinch Dante's cheeks for scaring you as you both fall over. ''Ow, Lily, wait, I am sorry." Dante says you sit back, straddling Dante's hips, holding your face in your hands from embarrassment. You liked Dante but felt it was best not to involve yourself with anyone while you stayed in the earthly realm. The kiss was just a mistake more like make out session you told yourself over and over. Dante sits up, waiting for your answer, gently caressing your thigh, but you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. The first time you met, you hated Dante and felt he was a cruel man like his twin brother Vergil, until one day he started treating you better and being over the top with his antics. The truth was you enjoyed his company and his quirks; it made you feel better about being in the earth realm. You enjoyed cooking and organizing things for him, and he would try to make you smile every chance he got. He would grab you and lay you on his chest jokingly when he sensed you were tired. His huge hands would rub your back, and his chest raising and falling would make you drift off to sleep instantly before you could fuss or fight him. Sometimes you would wake up in his bed due to oversleeping and Dante lying on the floor. The truth is, you want to be near him all the time, and you have fallen in love with him but are scared to admit it.
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You finally gather your courage to look at Dante. You place your small hand on his cheek. He lays against it for his comfort, like he has been waiting for this moment. You begin to say, "I lovv...." Before his lips came crashing into yours, his kisses were intoxicating. You felt your mind slip as a wave of heat engulfed your body like a blanket. You felt like Dante's hands were all over you at once. You tried to catch your breath, but only whines would come out as if he were drawing them from you. Dante had overtaken you with his heat.
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The truth is, Dante has had his eyes on you since the day Morrison said you would be working with him, whether he liked it or not. Morrison had noticed that Dante needed something new in his life and thought it would help. Morrison had been a longtime friend of the demon king Vois and thought Lily needed it as well. Dante was struggling within himself to not deal with you, occasionally insulting you, until one day he took it too far and heard you crying. As tough as Dante was, he wasn't about making women cry. You had come out of the bathroom with your face covered and forced a smile as you prepared his lunch. Dante felt something prick at his chest in that moment, and from that day on, he was determined to make you give him a genuine smile. He didn't even complain that you occasionally trapped Vergil in a time warp when he would boss you around and marvel at the fact you were a Nephilim like him. He admired the way you could keep your DT power off the radar, which even Vergil didn't notice but would spike when angered.
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The truth is, as the months passed Dante found himself planning out the day of what he would do for you, drinking and pouting if you didn't come in for a day, and following your scent, finding himself standing outside your apartment wondering if you were okay. The day he kissed you, he felt like he would melt with your rosy smell drawing him in. He wasn't trying to; it just happened. The days of being near you were wearing on his resolve. Love and having a family were things he told himself he would never do. These were just hopes and dreams he had given up, but maybe just this little glimpse of happiness would do something to make his days more bearable. Before Dante knew it, he had let himself go. Your lips were as soft and addicting as he imagined. He wanted more. He had picked you up and placed you on his desk while swirling his tongue with yours. His saliva alone was an aphrodisiac to make any woman bend to his will, but as quick as it started, it ended in you pushing him away and running home. Dante tried to talk to you and explain himself, but you avoided him like the plague. His food would appear before him, his beer, where he would expect it to be if you were around, would be there, and the sweeping would be done when he would go get his afternoon pizza. This went on for a month before Dante cracked.
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He tried not to care about what you thought of him, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth. He wanted to hear that you hated him, so it could be easier for him not to care, but now you're here in his arms, trying to help you reach your high by his hand. He had his way with you right then and there. The flowers in the garden seemed to bloom around the two of you, giving off a purple aura. Lily's hair also sprouted roses. Dante lifted her, lowering her down onto his girth as slowly as possible. He wanted her to get used to him as he bottomed out. He held you in place, looking at you until you shook your head yes. His pace was slow but picked up. Dante was only focused on Lily in that moment—her sounds, her movements, her touches that glided against his skin. Dante's whispers were so soft that you weren't even sure if his mouth moved. Lily didn't have time to respond. His hand leaves her hips and slides through her hair at the same time, connecting his lips to hers. Everything was so intense that her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as he continued to thrust into her, each time hitting her sweet spots. Soon your whines turned into moans, and Dante's groans were like hums singing your praises as your pussy walls clenched around him. You wrapped her legs around him, letting Dante know that you were close. Dante's fangs grew as he was about to orgasm, and in a loud growl, he released his load into you. Your body trembled as waves of warmth shot through you going limp. Dante slides out of you as you whimper and pulls you close to his side, laying back on the bed of the flowers that have formed around you both. He slowly caresses your back as you drift off to sleep. Dante stares at lily with happiness; he finally has someone of his own and can't wait to see what the future holds for the two of you before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep as well because the truth is he had fallen in love with you ❤️
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