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loveindefinitely · 10 months

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02 — 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘐'𝘔 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛

༊*·˚ LUST FOR LIFE — task force 141 x reader

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, legal age-gaps, inexperienced reader, angst, graphic violence, slight power imbalance, enemies to lovers, slow burn, betrayal

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// NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT //

"You assaulted two Special Forces Operators, kid," Price says, a barely veiled grimace contorting his features. "That's not a good look."

You tug against where your hands are cuffed to the metal bars, your brows furrowing. "Kidnapping the girl -- whose dad you killed after taking her virginity -- isn't a good look either."

...Alright.

So, if you could go back in time, and never eavesdrop on the four men who have completely ruined your life, you would take up the offer in a heartbeat.

Between landing your fist to Gaz's jaw, and where you are now, your life has become a total shit show.

Like, complete, this might just be a fever dream level of crazy.

It started from the moment you saw blood trickling from your now late father's forehead, and in the glint of the moonlight, seeing Ghost holding the gun.

Then, you'd turned, without another thought, and landed a punch right to Gaz's jaw. The man who had taken your first kiss no more than two hours ago.

You can relive the moment even now, under the harsh neon lights of an interrogation room, as if you're experiencing everything for the first time once more.

༊*·˚

Gaz hisses, wincing as he brings a hand up to the aching pain radiating from the bone that'd taken the brunt of your punch.

"You guys -- what the fuck --" You stammer out, eyes wide and borderline manic as you gape at the man before you. "You guys just killed my dad!"

"Yeah, but," Gaz starts, before backtracking. You figure he has enough braincells to realise that 'rationality and reason' isn't going to work with you, not in this state, and especially not after you just witnessed the murder of your only living family member. "Ah. Well. He wasn't a good guy."

You really, truly, cannot believe the audacity of this man.

Your mouth opens.

Gaz grimaces.

Your mouth closes.

He takes a step closer, hands raised in a placating gesture.

"Take another step near me and I'll punch you again!" You threaten, with an aggressive point of your finger.

You're extremely aware that your punch had done next to nothing, and Gaz's reaction to it was more one of sympathy, but the threat lands nonetheless.

"Alright, alright, we're not gonna hurt you," he raises his hands further, eyes bouncing between your own. You're not sure what he sees -- maybe resentment, or horror, or fear.

Whatever it is, it makes his frown deepen.

He goes to say something else, when your bedroom door opens with a soft click. "Finishin' up, ya read--"

Soap pauses his whisper, ice-blue eyes meeting yours. His grimace isn't unlike the one Gaz is sporting, and it only worsens your mood. If looks could kill, he would be lying on the grass beside --

Oh god. Your dead dad.

"Steamin' Jesus," Soap mutters under his breath, looking up to the roof in some semblance of a last minute prayer.

There's a moment, then, for a decision to be made. It's as if your brain can only come up with two options, and one of them will lead to your untimely death.

So, really, it's not entirely your fault when you pick up the salt lamp sitting on your bedside table and throw it right into the arrogant Scot's face.

"Holy shit," Gaz's eyes are comically wide as Soap cries out, the heavy pink rock slamming into his nose. He stumbles back, and the sound of your lamp hitting cartilage even has you wincing, panicked state or not. "How the fuck have you survived this long with those kinda reflexes, Soap?"

Soap drops into a squat, cradling his nose in his hand as he tilts his head back, squeezing the ridge between two calloused fingers. His voice comes out nasally as he mumbles, "Mighta' broke 'gain."

Your entire body is trembling, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you creep to the window with soft, quiet steps.

Maybe, you think, in the back of your mind, I can make the jump into the garden.

It's not to be, however.

"You're smarter than that," Gaz directs an unamused glare your way, before grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you towards your door.

Digging your heels into the carpet, you attempt to wrestle out of his grip -- but a trained military expert and you are no match, not even with the energy overtaking your body.

"Let go of me!" You grit out, tugging and displaying your weight in the opposite way to his goal. He doesn't even turn around as he drags you out of your room, slamming your door shut behind you.

"What the fuck is goin' on," Ghost's growl comes from the stairs, heavy bootfalls following until he's standing, gaze drifting from you, to Gaz, to Soap, back to you again.

"Fuck, man," Soap whines, squeezing his eyes shut as he keeps his head tilted back, blood running down his lips and chin. You somehow find it in yourself to feel slightly bad. Not enough to apologise, and certainly not enough to stop fighting back.

They were going to kill you. Probably. Or, like, what's the skin trade like in your area? Oh god. Fuck. Shit.

"She saw," Gaz mutters to Ghost, and his eyes narrow, black face paint crinkling where it's been put on the upper half of his face, skin not covered by the balaclava.

There aren't any lights on, and it's the lights on downstairs that cast shadows and highlights over the men's' faces.

"Fuckin' christ," Ghost groans, before turning and walking back downstairs without another word.

You continue to struggle against Gaz's hold, but both of your wrists have been collected in his hand, and he's pulled you so your back is to his chest. If it were any other circumstance, you'd be blushing, most likely turned on from such an embrace.

Right now, however, you're questioning every possible decision you've ever made.

"Ye Dad treated ya like shit 'nyways," Soap says, too loud to be under his breath, but too quiet for it to be conversational. "Dinnae why yer freakin''."

"You're murderers!" You hiss back, lips pulled back into a snarl. Your muscles ache from the punch, the hefty throw, and now from struggling against Gaz. "And I don't exactly have any other family, do I?!"

Gaz makes a sound of agreement, before shaking his head and countering. "We're not murderers, not really."

You choke a laugh, but it's entirely too wet and sad for it to be threatening or cruel. "So you guys didn't just shoot my father?"

"Si pulled th' trigger," Soap pouts, almost like a child would over a lack of candy.

"Soap," Gaz exasperates, and although you can't see his face, you're sure it's dismayed and annoyed. "Seriously?"

"What?!" Soap counters, and when it comes out high-pitched, he squeezes his eyes shut and holds his nose tighter. "Jus' tha truth, dinnae why yer so shitty. Yer not tha one bleedin'."

Speechless.

You are fully, unbelievably, speechless.

What the actual fuck was wrong with these... men? And what was wrong with you for being more than ready to spread your legs for them not too long ago?

You needed therapy. And coffee.

And a time machine, preferably. If one was made available at this given moment.

"Get down here," the final man of the hour shouts up the stairs, and your blood runs cold. There's something about him that's not quite as threatening as Ghost, but somehow makes you even more fearful.

Gaz, with surprisingly careful and gentle movements, guides you down the stairs. The parallel of how Ghost's hand had been at your lower back as he invited you to the lounge room, mere hours ago, isn't lost on you.

His hand doesn't move from the tense grip it has on your wrists. You can't help but feel like it's a completely unnecessary gesture, considering the fact that any of them could take you down within seconds if they really needed to. Hell, they all had actual, military-grade weapons.

"Seriously, Gaz?" Price huffs, looking entirely like a disappointed dad in this moment as he stands, leaning against your kitchen counter, arms folded over his chest, ankles crossed over. "One job, mate."

"You lot weren't exactly quiet," he retorts, but he slowly releases your wrists.

At this point, you know it's a lost cause to try and escape this situation, so you just ball your hands into wrists at your sides. You can't imagine it's an overly threatening position, considering how your entire frame trembles, and your lips wobble.

Your father was dead.

And the men that had made you feel so comfortable, so cared for, are the culprits.

Stupid, stupid girl.

They are dangerous men who do dangerous things.

"Peas," Soap's voice is practically a beg as he stumbles into the kitchen, opening the freezer door with no preamble as he scours it for... peas.

They're in the far right of the bottom shelf.

You don't tell him that.

"Have some water," Price encourages, holding out a glass cup full of chilled water.

Your eyes narrow, standing your ground. "Not accepting drinks from murderers. Dad taught me that, y'know?"

Gaz chokes a laugh, before covering it up with a fist to his mouth and a clearing of his throat. It fools no one, and you allow yourself the tiny bit of pride that fills your chest at the reaction to your taunt.

"Ghost," Price mutters, resigned and almost frustrated as he looks at you.

You understand why, as soon as the feeling of a needle imbedding into your neck has you flinching, pain prickling at the intrusion in your muscle.

"What --" you begin, before your legs fall out beneath you, your eyes falling to half mast as Price hefts you up, beefy arms holding you beneath your armpits as your body becomes dead weight.

"Sorry, kid," are the last words you hear, before black overrides all of your senses as drugged sleep takes you.

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Sometime between then, and now, you've found yourself in a white-walled room, blinding lights turning the throbbing in your head from a low pound to an echoing boom of a drum.

"We didn't plan for... any of it to happen the way it did. This was our only choice." Price shakes his head, hands resting at the top of his vest as he studies you.

Right. The virginity, kidnapping and assault thing.

...Great.

"I must've forgot the part where I resisted arrest," you retort, forcing your eyes to remain open, despite the heaviness to them. It's as if a weight has been hung from your eyelids, and every blink drags them down more and more each time.

"Jesus -- you're not under arrest," Price rubs at his eyes, head dipped down as if he's recollecting his thoughts. You're not sure if he's had any sleep, although your sense of time has been completely thrown out of the window.

"Then release me," you say, voice softer than you'd intended, more pleading -- a truer reflection of your current state of mind.

The air is crisp, cool, like that of a hospital. Chemicals and bleach are a potent undertone to the clean scent, and it makes you question what could've previously been done in this room to warrant them.

Your heart pounds almost weakly, and you know if there's any more heartbreaks to come, it might just give out.

How you've resisted a complete mental breakdown is beyond you, and frankly, you'd give yourself a pat on the back if you could. Although, that act might in itself be a sign of insanity.

"Not until we can be assured you're safe," Price insists. "And not until we can clear your name from the books. We have enemies, sweetheart, and those enemies were also your father's. They are not above punishing you for your father's sins."

Your heart is lodged in your throat, and it takes everything in you not to just burst into tears and pray. Pray that this is all some sick joke, some terrifying nightmare that you haven't woken from yet.

But you know it's a baseless hope. You know that this is real.

You're in a military base, somewhere, surrounded by the country's most dangerous men. The most dangerous men on their side, at least.

"So I'm not getting charged for assault?" Your voice is entirely too small for the situation, not for someone who's still cuffed to a bed, going through grief in the most ruthless type of way.

The worst part is that you don't entirely miss your father. You miss the comfort of having a family member, that's true, but he wasn't a good parental figure, and his treatment of you could be classed as abuse to most people.

And from what these four are saying, he wasn't a good man either.

People didn't often talk about how separate the two things were. It was possible to be a great man, but the worst of fathers, and the opposite could be true, too.

Fate had dealt you a bad hand, in giving you one who was terrible on both sides of the coin.

"Technically," Price leans back into his chair, his voice littered with exhaustion, "We... should report it."

Your stomach drops.

Price's eyes meet yours, and somehow, he must see the turmoil battling inside of your head, because he lets out a deep breath, deflating just a bit.

"No. You're not getting charged for assault, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that," you reply, too quick for your brain to catch up. The endearment is entirely too wrong, smarting on a chafing wound, a reminder of the mistakes you'd made, and the deception these men had pulled on you. "...Please."

You refuse to meet his eyes as he nods, slowly, as if in understanding.

"What did he do?" You don't mean to utter those words, to ask that question, but after you do, you can't find it in yourself to regret it. "What made him worthy of death?"

Price rubs a hand over his face, and for the first time, you register the lines of his face. Lines of a story having been told, proof of a life lived. It makes you want to learn, to find the origins of the small scars you can see, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"He broke many promises. Betrayed his team," Price states, and you can tell the millions of words he leaves out, the context better off left unsaid. "He did terrible things. Killed people who had made no faults."

Oh.

For some reason, it hadn't truly hit you, not before now, the truth behind his death. What hadn't you been told?

How hadn't you been made aware that he was -- he was part of the special forces. He was a dangerous man -- he was one of the men he'd warned you about. How blind had you been? For so long? Those business trips, when he'd come with bruises, brushing them off whenever you gained the courage to make attempts of caring, of forming a relationship with the man who raised you.

They weren't business trips. They were missions -- ones with impossibly high death rates.

And he just.

Hadn't said a word. Just continued to treat you like you were worthless, a nuisance, a pain in his ass. Something worth protecting, if only so your weight in gold wasn't minimised.

What were you to do, if he just. Didn't come home after a mission gone awry? If he died on the field. If you woke up one day without a single living family member left.

You only realise that tears have fallen down your cheeks when Price's thumb brushes them away, your nose scrunching with a sniffle.

Jerking back, as if electrocuted, it takes everything in you to glare at the man whose gentle hands had led you to this position in the first place. "Don't touch me."

He backs away. Doesn't argue.

It hurts your heart in a way you don't want to touch with a ten foot pole. Not right now. Not ever, maybe. Preferably.

You let out a deep, stabilising exhale, before weakly meeting Price's gaze. "Can I sleep? Feeling kinda shit after the drugs," you mumble.

Price's lips twist into a grim line, but he nods curtly. "'Course, kid. Call out if you need 'nything."

You just lay back, turning on your side, facing the white wall as the lights turn off, leaving pitch black in its wake. Your wrist smarts where the handcuff has left a red mark, your free hand rubbing at the small patch of visible skin.

If you were more aware, more... ready for the conversations you needed to have, you would've demanded all four of them speak to you right this moment.

But your head is heavy, and thoughts are few and far between.

Grief and confusion cement in your brain like a thick fog, your emotions like cars without lights in the thick mist.

No directions, no ability to brake before crashing into one another.

You're an absolute mess, and you have no one to blame but you and your sick curiosity, your reckless decision making.

But, you realise, this was a long time coming.

Because there's one thing Price -- nor the other three men -- don't know.

Your father wasn't the only one who held secrets.

And it was you who held the key to this force's undoing.

a/n. lol so like. who's ready for some enemies to lovers? sorry to everyone who wanted immediate hurt/comfort!! for some reason plot lines and depth hit me and i was like. i need to do it justice. so here we are!!!

thank you all SOSOSO much for the reception of the first part. it genuinely means a lot to have people excited about my stories??? like omg youre all SO kind. comments and reblogs make my absolute week!! mwah mwah mwah

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jeonride · 1 year

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jeon wonwoo reading list part 2 !

navigation

FICS ! ✧*。

Trust Me, My Love (smut, established relationship, hard dom!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

5-STAR (fluff, smut, idol!au) by @fvllingflower

Homewrecked (fluff, smut) by@ncteez

A Private Session (smut, gym trainer!woo) by @sluttyminghao

The Smart Thing (smut) by @gguksgalaxy

Desperate (smut, husband!wonwoo) by @toruro

FVCK ABOUT IT (smut, fwb to lovers) by @fvllingflower

Right Where You Left Me (exes to lovers) by @tonicandjins

Chocolate Rum Cookies (fluff, fwb) by @wonwoonlight

Moonlight Sunrise (fluff, smut) by @fvllingflower

Meet Cute of The Century (fluff, smut) by @lovelyhan

Blame Me (smut) by @fvllingflower

For The Books (fluff, teacher!wonwoo) by @trblsvt

When The Sun Kisses The Moon (atla!au, fluff, angst, firebender!woo) by @twogyuu

Tell Me (smut, college au) by @/fvllingflower

My Way To You The Series (fluff, smut) by @wonwoonlight

Falling for Him The Series (fluff, smut) by @ksyongi

The Regular (fluff, bakery! au) by @trblsvt

By The Moon (fluff, hurt, werewolf!wonwoo) by @wonwoonlight

Sh**ting Stars (fluff) by @tonicandjins

Redo (fluff) by @bitterie-sweetie

Love or Letter (fluff, bestfriends to lovers) by @wooawrites

Wanna Be Yours (fluff, angst, humor) @viastro

When The Moon Shines (fluff, siren!wonwoo) by @skyjoong

Infinity (vampire!wonwoo) by @blue-jisungs

Hit Me Up (fluff, college au) by @nneogram

Leaf Me Alone (fluff, mild angst) by @playmetheclassics

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。

wonwoo and his kinks headcanon (by @sluttywonwoo)

daddy sugar!wonwoo (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

somnophilia with wonwoo (smut, fluff) by @sluttywonwoo

tasty (smut) by @playmetheclassics

dream (smut, making out) by @juyeoniemyhoney

you only call me on the (smut, aftercare) by @fvllingflower

cuffed (kinda sub!wonwoo, smut) by @playmetheclassics

06.17 (fluff, established relationship) by @wonwoonlight

sniffles, kisses, and soup (fluff) by @celestiababie

your smile (fluff) by @babyleostuff

sunday morning (fluff) by @lee-aveyourmark

aftercare headcanon (nsfw, fluff) by @celestiababie

photographer!wonwoo (filthy, iykyk) by @sluttyminghao

choking (smut) by @sluttyminghao

riding him while he's reading a book (smut) from here until "him begging" are made by @sluttywonwoo

eating you out with his new haircut (smut)

makes you cum hard but doesn't ask anything in return, he knows u're tired (smut)

switch!wonwoo (smut)

cockwarming gamer bf!wonwoo (fluff but filthy asf) another ver (with mouth)

him begging (smut) another begging (another one again, i swear)

slytherin!wonwoo (smut) from here until "switch!wonwoo" are made by @multi-kpop-fanfics

him seeing you after shower (smut) from here until "him being gentle with you" are made by @sluttywonwoo

him covering your mouth (smut)

cumming in his pants just from kissing

12.23 am (smut)

relaxing bath (fluff)

he'll hold your hand in any position (smut)

him cumming inside you (smut)

foggy glasses (smut, fluff)

him being gentle with you (smut)

squirting (smut) by @cvpitvno

wonwoo boyfriend headcanon (fluff) by @sweetkpopmusings

reassurance (smut, fluff) by @ssentimentals

him put you in doggy (smut) from here until "him found out you like his hands" are made by @sluttyminghao

him found out you like his hands (fluff)

asking wonwoo to wear his glasses on during sex (fluff, smut) by @sluttywonwoo

you have a nightmare (fluff, comfort) by @wqnwoos

umbrella (fluff, comfort) by @darl-ings

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moonselune · 2 months

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Can I get a druge x Astarion fanfic where Tav hasn’t really been able to do anything romantic or sexual because they are a Bhaalspawn and the only reason they exist is to be a weapon for Bhaal?

ahhhhh yes yes yes

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Astarion x Durge | Purpose

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The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting a silvery glow over the campsite. You sat by the fire, the warmth of the flames contrasting sharply with the cold dread that had settled in your chest. Being a Bhaalspawn, a child of the God of Murder, meant that your very existence was a curse, a weapon forged for destruction. It also meant that you had kept a careful distance from anything resembling love or intimacy, fearing what might happen if you let yourself feel too much, to let emotion take hold of you.

Astarion, your dearest lover, sat across from you, his pale face illuminated by the flickering firelight. His crimson eyes watched you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Despite the dangers that came with loving a creature like you, he had stayed by your side, determined to break through the walls you had erected around your heart.

"Darling," he said softly, his voice a smooth caress, "you've been distant lately. Is something troubling you?"

You looked away, the words caught in your throat. How could you explain the constant battle within yourself, the urge to kill that you had to suppress every moment of every day? How could you explain that your very nature was antithetical to the love and tenderness Astarion offered so freely yet so preciously?

"I'm fine," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Astarion stood and crossed the small distance between you, kneeling beside you and taking your hands in his. His touch was gentle, yet firm, grounding you in the present moment.

"You don't have to carry this burden alone," he said. "Let me in. Let me help you, like you helped me."

You closed your eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Astarion, I… I can't. I'm dangerous. You don't understand what I am."

He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I know exactly what you are," he said, his voice unwavering. "And I choose to be here with you, despite that. Because I love you."

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of your lungs. No one had ever said that to you before, not with such sincerity. You wanted to believe him, to let yourself be swept away by the love and desire that shone in his eyes, but the fear of losing control held you back.

"I don't deserve you," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I'm a monster."

Astarion's expression softened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"You're not a monster to me," he murmured against your skin. "You're the person I care about more than anything in this world."

You shivered at his touch, the conflicting emotions within you threatening to tear you apart. But Astarion's unwavering presence, his gentle persistence, began to chip away at the barriers you had built. Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed yourself to be vulnerable.

"I've never… been able to be with someone like this," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "I've always been afraid of what I might do."

Astarion's eyes softened further, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "We'll take it slow," he promised. "One step at a time, my darling."

The warmth of his embrace was like a balm to your tormented soul, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to relax into his arms. The fire crackled softly beside you, but it was the warmth of Astarion's love that truly began to melt the icy fear within your heart.

Over the following weeks, Astarion remained true to his word. He never pushed you, never demanded more than you were willing to give. He was patient and understanding, offering his support and love without conditions. Slowly, you began to open up, sharing your darkest fears and deepest desires.

One night, as you lay together under the stars, you felt a sense of peace that had eluded you for so long. Astarion's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, his touch soothing and reassuring.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "For staying with me. For loving me. For being patient."

Astarion smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Always, my love," he said. "I promise, and when the time is right, I trust that you will come to me. Or you may never, and that is okay."

"It is?" You ask him, your voice wavering slightly, you hoped that wouldn't be the case but hearing his reassurance warmed something inside you that you couldn't quite place.

"Of course," Astarion flashed a fangy smile at you, "Besides, just looking at the beauty of you is enough for me to-"

"-Shut up!" You laugh and put your hand over his mouth, he raises his brows at you and remove your hand, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. And that destructive darkness within you just got a little lighter.

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Hope you enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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Moonlight Ch. 13 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

a/n: hi everybody <3, it's been a while and i'm sorry i've been quite MIA. i'm hoping i can get back into writing again soon! it was quite hard for me to write this chapter, it is a bit more of a snippet-y / filler chapter but wanted to write some fluff for moonlight as the story progresses, i hope u enjoy !!

+ huge thanks to my canadian sunshine @cosmicleclerc for helping with some ideas for the chapter and dealing with me complaining, ilu <3

warnings: literally none just fluff !

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link to chapter 12 of moonlight here

Chapter 13 (4k words)

“Good morning,” The last thing you expect on a Tuesday morning is to see Carlos at your door so early, but there he is, looking far too energetic for your liking. You’re still half awake, dressed in your joggers and tank top, having woken up seconds ago from the doorbell ringing. Carlos doesn’t seem to mind though, already letting himself into your room, breezing past you to go inside.

Despite having made plans, you were not expecting Carlos to show up to what apparently was almost nine in the morning. He had decided to keep the plan a surprise, which had also included the time you both were to meet.

“I know we agreed to go out today but I didn’t think you meant this early.” You say, watching him as he sits on the edge of the bed. Carlos simply shrugs at your remark, a smile playing on his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes playfully. He did always find a way to surprise you. Once you’ve shut the door you head to him, standing in front of him.

You take your time to look over his attire and you can’t help but smile to yourself. “Was this the master disguise you were speaking about last night?” You ask, walking over to him. He looks up and you can barely see his eyes due to the bill of his baseball cap.

“Hey, that’s a bit rude.” he says, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. You would have felt bad if his said disguise wasn’t just a plain baseball cap, a hoodie and blue jeans.

Your hand reaches over to his cap before you gently push it down, smiling the moment Carlos lets out a yelp. His hands go up to fix his cap but instead you’re taking it off.

“It's only rude if it isn’t true” You say in amusement and despite your playful teasing Carlos is smiling from ear to ear. Now that you’re closer he takes the opportunity to reach over to hold your waist. His touch sends sparks over your body, as your legs knock into his. You almost stumble over hands instantly going to his shoulders, cap falling on the floor.

“At least I’m already dressed.” Carlos says, looking up at you with a mischievous smile as his fingers gently trace under your shirt. The way he’s looking at you has you burning red and you have to look away.

“You’re annoying,” you murmur just as Carlos lets go of his hold on you. You move away, pressing your hands to your cheeks for a second, in hopes that the colour would go away.

“You didn’t tell me you would be here this early, and you haven’t even told me where we are going yet. How am I supposed to know what to wear?” You ask, giving him a small pout before leaning away, planning to go to your suitcase.

Instead of letting you go though, his grip on your waist tightens as he falls back onto the bed, soon pulling you with him. You let out a surprised groan and in a matter of seconds Carlos is flipping you over so you’re soon on the bed. He’s hovering on top of you, supporting himself with his arms with a wide grin on his face.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He says, slowly letting himself lean closer. For a second you think he might kiss you but he stops just as your lips are almost touching. “Now get ready okay?”

You end up settling with a shirt and a simple top, changing in the corner of the room with Carlos’ eyes discreetly on you. His eyes burn into your back and the moment you turn around already dressed he’s getting up off the bed, clearing his throat discreetly before shoving his phone in his pocket.

“Let’s go?” He offers and you nod your head, grabbing your purse before you’re following him to the door.

Luckily, you both manage to sneak out of the hotel without much commotion, only bumping into Lando who Carlos shoos away before he even gets the chance to tease you both.

It’s once you’re both in the car that Carlos is handing you his phone, asking you to plug in a cafe’s name into the search bar of his navigation app.

“Heard it’s a nice breaksfast place,” Carlos says as your eyes scan the distance. You understood why Carlos had showed up so early, noticing that the cafe was almost an hour and a half away from the hotel.

You’re watching the road pass by, leaning your head slightly on the window as Carlos drives. There’s soft music playing from Carlos’ phone and despite the lack of conversation between you both there’s a nice ambience in the car. Carlos looks focused, tapping his fingers softly on the wheel to the beat of the song and you can’t help but let your gaze travel to him instead of the road.

You both hadn’t talked too much after the night at his, it had ended how you both had agreed. Carlos had dropped you at your doorstep with a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips. You both had lingered a bit, sharing small conversations about work. It was clear none of you wanted the night to end, but you both also understood that you needed some time.

Meetings in the office were quite limited, and Carlos had different press activities to do whilst he was in the UK so you both barely saw each other. It was only the night before the flight that Carlos and you properly talked, him of course saying that he would pick you up on the way to the airport.

You thought that was it (which you had been a bit disappointed about), but when you were already in bed and half asleep your phone had begun to ring, loud and clear.

You had picked up the phone in a hurry, wanting the ringing to end. You remember being a bit annoyed, realising you had forgotten to turn off your ringer as you pressed your phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You had sighed out, but hearing Carlos’ voice on the other end of the line had surprised you, allowing all the annoyance to seep out of your system,

“Were you asleep?” Carlos asks, and you can hear the slight guilt in his voice. You smile small at his tone, shifting a bit in your bed as you rub your eyes. For a quick second you check the time before pressing your phone to your ear again.

“Well, it is one in the morning and we do have to wake up in four hours.” You answered, tone playful and Carlos lets out a breathy laugh and you can almost imagine him nodding his head sheepishly.

“I know- sorry. I just couldn’t sleep.” Your smile falters a bit at his words, feeling concerned for the driver. You wonder whether he was feeling stressed about the race, or whether something else had happened.

“Is everything okay?” You ask and the lapse of silence that follows has you a bit more worried. You slowly sit up. “Can I help with anything?” You offer, feeling your heartbeat in your ears.

“Everything is okay,” Carlos answers and you can hear him take a deep and sharp breath. There’s a nervous laugh that follows after. “It’s not like that,” He explains before saying, “I just wanted to know if you want to go on a date with me?” He asks and the question has you floored.

“You called me at almost half past one to ask me on a date?” You ask, stunned. You hear a shift from the other side of the line, Carlos probably settling himself in bed too and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to just lay next to him.

“I know, I know. We said to wait when we got to Canada, but what if you said no?” Carlos asks and this time you can’t help but let out a soft laugh, endeared by his antics.

“Well why would I say no?” You counter, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you wait for his answer.

“Well, you haven’t said yes yet.” Carlos says and you roll your eyes fondly, moving to your side this time. You curl up into yourself, phone still pressed at your ear.

“You’re really something else.” You murmur, shaking your head. “We can go on a date there. We just need to make sure people don’t recognize you,” You say before Carlos is rambling off on how he had the perfect disguise to hide in plain sight.

You both stayed up for another hour after.

The café Carlos had picked was a small hole in the wall styled café, tucked into the corner of the street in the outskirts of the town. It didn’t look much from the outside but the moment you both step in, the smell of freshly baked bread and freshly grinded coffee grounds envelopes you both.

The café is far from busy, only a few tables being occupied which helps you relax a bit. You notice most of the customers are older in age and you can’t help but smile softly at the sight. Your eyes soon meet some of the staff and you give them a small smile as you and Carlos walk up to the front desk.

One of the servers gives you a quick smile, heading to you both with two menus at hand. She’s an older lady, with warm features and crinkles by her eyes that only expressed warmth. Carlos is quick to pick up his steps, following the waitress to get to the table first. He heads over to one of the chairs to pull it back, looking over at you expectantly.

You raise your brow a bit at the gesture, blushing when Carlos moves his hand to urge you to sit. You tuck your shirt in with your hands before sitting, thanking Carlos softly when he pushes the chair in. His fingers shadow your shoulders briefly before he’s going to the other side of the table, sitting down too.

“Thanks for joining us, my name is Maya,” The waitress says once Carlos is seated. She gently sets the menus in front of you both, “I’ll be your server for the day. We’re not too busy today, so feel free to take your time.” She says with a smile before going over some of the recommendations.

The menu looks quite simple, but you both politely request for a bit more time after ordering some coffee. You rest your chin on your hand as you eyes scan the menu, humming softly to yourself. You can hear soft chatter from the other tables and the sound of the coffee machine steaming and you can feel yourself relaxing a bit. It was nice to have a little peace before the race week, knowing that it was usually more hectic than anything else.

You can feel Carlos’ gaze on you, not surprised the moment his hand reaches over to gently tap at your elbow. He’s resting the menu down on the table as he waits for you to look up. “What?” You ask softly when you find Carlos smiling at you.

“Just wanted to say, I am happy we’re finally able to go out,” he says, foot gently poking yours under the table. You smile at his words, nudging his foot back playfully just as Maya comes back, this time with your coffees. Once she takes both your orders and your menus your hands wrap around the coffee cup, blowing off the steam. Carlos does the same, and as you wait for the cup to cool down a bit your eyes continue scanning the rest of the café.

The café was decorated modestly, a few plants here and there along with some newspapers framed and hung on the wall. It seemed quite local, the rest of the guests seemingly being from the town. You notice Maya and who seems to be the other server chatting up with an elderly woman a few tables down.

“How did you find this place?” You can’t help but ask Carlos who is also looking around the café. It’s clear that it’s his first time as well, being too interested in the way the wooden floor was built for it to be a place he would be familiar with.

“The receptionist recommended it to me last night, and was asking for a nice place to have breakfast.” Carlos says before taking a sip of his drink. He lets out a soft delighted sigh, setting the cup down. “Think they recommended a really good place.” He says with a smile and you can’t help but agree, settling a bit more in your seat.

The food comes by quite quickly, and if the coffee was to say anything, the food was somehow even better. You had ordered a plate of pancakes that was drenched in the best maple syrup you had probably ever tasted and Carlos looked happy too with his own stack of pancakes paired along with some bacon.

You both chat about everything and nothing all together, hunched over your plates as you exchange small quips. It’s nice and easy and for once you’re not thinking about anyone else apart from the person right in front of you.

By the time you eat your last bite you’re warm all over from the food and you lean back to your chair, letting out a content sigh. Carlos who’s finishing up his last bite simply watches you with a smile on his lips.

“All good around here?” You both tear your attention away from each other, soon facing Maya who is already carefully collecting your plates. In response, you bob your head quickly, giving her a wide smile before thanking her.

“The food was amazing, really.” You say, Carlos being quick to agree with you. Maya simply smiles at you both.

“I’m glad to hear that, it’s nice to see a nice young couple like you two come around. We don’t get a lot of new people, we usually run with regulars.” She says. Carlos and you both share a quick look at eachother when you hear her words.

For a second you realise you’re both waiting for one of you to correct her, but you’re both met with eachother’s silence. A warm feeling grows in your chest when Carlos breaks his gaze from yours, looking down at his coffee cup with a shy but sly smile.

“If we lived here we’d definitely be regulars,” You answer instead, laughing softly when Maya waves her hand at you.

“You’re both too sweet. Is there anything else I can get you?” She asks and despite how full you feel Carlos is butting in, asking for the muffin you had been eyeing on the counter when you both had arrived. Despite your argument of being full Carlos insists anyways, getting you to concede without much resistance.

Carlos looks far too excited for the muffin, claiming that it isn’t race week yet. He’s careful with cutting up the muffin in half before picking one piece up. You expect him to take a bite but he’s soon leaning forward, resting his free arm on the table before hovering the piece in front of you.

Your cheeks are burning red when you realise what he’s doing but you lean a bit over the table anyways, taking a careful bite before properly sitting back down. The acidity from the lemon mixes perfectly with the sweetness of the muffin and you can’t help but let out a soft groan.

“That’s good,” You say as Carlos takes his own bite, eyes going wide, clearly impressed too before he’s going for another.

You both agree not to tell Rupert that you order a second muffin after.

Before you leave you make sure to leave an extra tip in the jar (since Carlos had foot the bill without saying anything) with a promise to come back if you two were ever back in town. You’re both so stuffed though that for a moment you consider telling Carlos to turn the car around to go nap in the hotel. You don’t though, not because you don’t want to because you both don’t make it to the car, getting caught up by the window near a small second hand shop next to the café.

You’re both peeking through the window, looking over the little trinkets. “Let’s go in? We have some time still,” Carlos suggests, bumping his shoulder into yours and you’re soon following him in, hearing the little chime from the door just as it shuts behind you. The shop owner greets you from somewhere in the back and you both greet him back before looking around the store.

The store is like a little treasure chest, the lights dimmed to a warm yellow to match the earthy smell inside. It’s somehow cluttered perfectly, slightly slanted wooden shelves crammed together and delicately holding everything up.

You’re both looking around when you catch yourself from the corner of your eyes in a mirror. You slowly turn towards it, smiling when you see an oval mirror with a worn out gold frame. You’re focused on the frame, fingers delicately tracing the curves of the metal when Carlos slowly comes from behind you.

You smile at him through the mirror, not missing the way his hand gently goes to rest on your waist. “It’s a cute store,” You say softly, stepping a bit closer towards him so you’re properly side by side. His eyes stay on your reflection as you shift your attention to the other trinkets around the shelves. His fingers gently rub into your side pulling you a bit closer before moving his hand away. Instead of stepping away though he’s taking your hand in his, quietly intertwining your fingers instead. You drift your gaze back to the mirror, eyes meeting Carlos’ again.

“Let’s go hm?” He murmurs into your ear this time before giving your hand a squeeze. You squeeze his hand back, nodding as you watch Carlos come closer to press a kiss to your cheek.

The ride to your next destination is much closer this time and his hand stays on your thigh the whole drive there. You try your best to squeeze any information possible out of him but Carlos keeps his lips shut, refusing to tell you what’s next on the list.

It’s only when you’ve seen three of the same signs along the way that you realise where you’re both heading to, and your suspicions are confirmed when Carlos takes the turn towards the big aquarium sign on the side of the road. It feels all too familiar to ignore the swelling in your chest.

“Really?” You ask with a small smile and Carlos simply shrugs, glancing over at you.

“Think it’d be nice no?” He says, knowing exactly the memory that was crossing your mind.

You remember the summer all too well, the trip to Valencia that your parents had finally let you go on. It was a typical trip for all your friends. Oddly enough, you had never been able to join, your own family trips or plans usually getting in the way.

That summer though, you had managed to get your parents to agree to let you go, mainly for the fact that Carlos was going. During the past year with Carlos racing more, you two did not manage to see each other much. Despite this, you both stayed attached to the hip (or to say, the phone). Whenever you could you both would talk either through short phone calls or video calls.

You couldn’t even count the amount of times you or Carlos stayed up late or woke up earlier than necessary just to talk and catch up. Carlos had always been your best friend, but in the first years of his racing you truly realised what that meant.

The moment you both met in Valencia you had jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist easily as he lifted you up. It’s still vivid, the moment you pulled away to look at him, and the sudden feeling you felt in your chest the instant your eyes met. You had seen it in his eyes too, even caught the little bit of fear in them as he set you down.

Both of you felt the shift, and suddenly all the teasing from your friends, the jokes of you two getting together felt a bit too real. None of you said anything though, and throughout the next week you both danced around each other.

It was normal, nothing had changed with the way you both were together. Little gestures that did not seem big before though began to cloud your mind, and drunk moments together had your heart in your throat.

Despite this none of you made a move. Not when you both were drunkenly singing along and dancing in the club, or even when you both were curled up into each other in the villa for a movie night.

Nothing happened that summer. Not until the last day when you both had decided to go to the aquarium.

To be fair, it wasn’t a date, or at least it wasn’t supposed to be one. The whole group had agreed to go visit the aquarium in Valencia, but after a late night with too many drinks, you and Carlos had been the only ones ready to go.

It wasn’t the best experience. The aquariums were far too bright, the tight and closed spaces with far too many people not being a good mix for two teenages with too strong hangovers. After almost an hour you both had decided to take a quick break at the side, having found a bit more of a secluded area with seats.

You remember it clearly, a soft blue glow shining over you both as the fishes were slowly swimming over you. Despite the beauty of it your eyes were shut, the hangover only having grown stronger. You were resting your head on Carlos’ shoulder, his head on top of yours. The soft chatter around you both was somehow lulling you to sleep but you managed to keep yourself awake by focusing on Carlos, who was explaining the different animals that were swimming by.

“I’m gonna be busy again after the summer,” Carlos had said quietly after a bit, enough to capture your attention and slowly get you to move to look at him. You remember how nervous he looked, fingers twitching as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I’m really happy we got to do this.” He said with a small smile and you had reached over to his hands, holding onto them.

“I’m happy too, I can’t wait to see you race again though.” You say with a smile as your thumbs slowly rub over his hands. “I’m gonna miss you but we’re going to talk,” You promise and Carlos simply nodded, taking a deep breath.

“I’m going to miss you too,” Carlos says, and you’re not sure if it’s the way he had said it or if it was the way his eyes were peering into you that you feel a pang in your chest. The world suddenly slows down, the outside chatter nonexistent.

Carlos slowly guides your hand to his thigh and your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest the moment he slowly moves closer. You don’t stop him though, not when he asks you if it’s okay, or when his lips are practically ghosting yours. Instead you’re moving closer as well, closing the gap between you both.

None of your friends questioned you when you arrived back at the villa, fingers intertwined with flushed cheeks and reserved smiles.

“So, jellyfish,” Carlos says once you both pass the security. He’s already pointing to the corner of the first aquarium, gently pulling you by your hand. “Did you know they’re 95% water?” He asks with a smile.

“I think someone might have mentioned that before,” You answer, not missing the way Carlos’ smile only grew bigger.

Maybe you were ready to start new again.

fin.

ch. 14 coming (soon?)

a/n: as always i hope u enjoyed,, sorry for the long wait. i hope i can get ch. 14 out soon!! i will try my best to work on it once i can <3. sending all the love always and would love to hear what you think !

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verlaineszz · 1 month

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"ALL I WANNA DO IS GET HIGH BY THE BEACH!"

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚— HUMAN FYODOR X SIREN FEM READER

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩SUMMARY: A man with a haunting past and a dead lover has already lost hope in all of humanity. He originally wanted to save humanity, not until the only person he loved the most perished because of it. Avenging of what he can, he does heinous crimes and carry a hatred towards humanity due to the loss of his lover.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ — ANGST + HORROR + ROMANCE + PSYCHOLOGY

A/N: Im gonna make this fanfic quite short since I've been busy and drained.. Please enjoy the read<3!

( ၴႅၴ+WARNINGS! : DRUG USAGE, MURDER, DEATH (+ nickname usage, - Lyubov' (love) & Ангел (angel)

Being somebody who is considered 'immortal' wasn't easy, you see the people you love die easily.

Originally, fyodor wanted to save humanity, he believed that everyone needed saving except the people who abused the abilities that was bestowed onto them by the heavens.

He only loved ONE person, a woman who has gained his interest and his affection. The love he had was unconditional and affectionate, a raging storm that was shined upon with the everlasting moonlight. And that was all YOU.

But one day, you needed to visit a certain island due to your studies, being the lover fyodor was, he was quite skeptical and paranoid that something may happen to you, but he didn't wanna cut off your freedom as he does love you dearly.. So he let you off.

With a kiss on the hand and a cheek, you leave the house with a suitcase, on your way to the ship that you were going on, it was a ship controlled by a wealthy and powerful dictator, who the DOSTOEVSKY wasn't fond of.

The ship set sailed in ease..

A few days later, fyodor received a message that the ship went missing. Including you. And the only person who survived it was no other than the dictator himself.

Fyodor clutched his fists as he read through the letter, it wasn't often he was enranged like this, but the melancholic feeling of his lover missing consumed him, how could he let this happen? He should've never let you on in the ship.

Eventually thats when he becamd a ruthless man, he was already making ability users perish but the only thing he admired and adored the most has been taken away from him, he had a plan. A plan to kill the dictator.

He was used to hiding, but he didn't want to anymore. He'd do anything to avenge your death. Your body wasn't even found.

⁺‧₊˚ஓ༻𓆩♡𓆪༺ஓ˚₊‧⁺

Years passed by, population went down due to his sprees, this void in him was eating him alive.

Every neck he slashed and every shot he has taken was all for you.

He walked through the jagged rocks of the beach, trying to get away from his past. He wanted to forget about it, but he didn't wanna forget you. He walked groggily, he recently took some Lysergic acid diethylamide, he wanted to lay off of life for a second and forget his surroundings. He wasn't normally this disheveled and unhinged, but your death really took a toll on him.

The wind howled through the decaying coastal town, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant, mournful cries of the sea. Fyodors face gaunt and holloweyed, stumbled along the cobblestone streets, the weight of the past dragging at his every step. He had come to this place seeking something anything that could fill the void left by the death of his wife. But in his search for solace, he had found only darkness.

He took another blotter paper with LSD, he walked till the end of the coast line, nobody was around as the numbing feeling of the substance took over his chest, that dulled tha pain he endured. His legs were cut and he was pale and skinny, you were always the one who was taking care of him that he forgot what to eat, drink and how to sleep.

He looked at the moon with half lidded eyes and soft breathing before hearing a familiar voice. The singing was melodic and smooth to hear, a voice that had the same pitch, tone, and key to yours. This can't be real right?

He immediately walks over to the sound, trying to find it. The sky was oddly colorful today. It was a deep blue. He walked over and he hears it getting louder, he breathes heavily. Running towards the sound, he didn't wanna speak yet. He had to find out himself, were you still alive? After all these years?

With unsteady steps, he descended the rocky path to the shore, the waves crashing violently against the rocks. There, in the shallow waters, stood a figure, bathed in the ghostly light of the moon. Her hair tangled and damp, her skin beautiful and glistening with the spray of the sea. But it was her eyes. those familiar, haunting eyes—.. that stopped fyodor in his tracks.

"Lyubov'.." he muttered with wide eyes and disbelief, his sadness washing away from his chest.

His breath caught in his throat. It couldn’t be. Yet, as he looked at her, he was certain that this was his wife, that returned to him from beyond the grave. His heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow, his mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.

“fedya.. ” you whispered with a teasing grin, your voice a soft, melodic echo of the song that had called him. breath caught in his throat. It couldn’t be. Yet, as he looked at her, he was certain—this was his wife.. His beloved lover, That returned to him from beyond the grave. His heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow, his mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.

“You came back Ангел..!” he choked out, walking toward you with an admiring grin. “I knew you would come back."

The siren, his wife, smiled, a sad, distant expression that seemed almost… wrong.

“I never left, fedya. I've been here all along. Awaiting for your arrival, my dear." you whispered softly in his ear.

He fell to his knees in the icy cold water, reaching out to touch her. His hand trembled as it brushed against your cheek, you leaned into his touch, your skin cold, damp, and scaley..yet familiar.

He grinned gently, wrapping his hands on your waist, admiring your beautiful face. This is what dreams are made of right? Everything felt completely right. His eyes were filled with adoration and solace. The gaping void in his chest was filled once again, he was finally with you. His wife.

"I've done alot of things in the past, im afraid. But i did it all for you." he caressed your skin, but it felt.. Hard and cold. He ignored that, he just wanted to be with you, to touch you, to love you all over again. "I want you to understand, lyubov'. If you come back amd see the way things are now, don't be afraid."

His eyes were locked onto yours, tucking a piece of your hair behind your finned ears. He looked down, seeing your scaley tail. He didn't care of you weren't human anymore.

You lean onto him, "I'm back now.. Come with me instead, into the depths of the ocean." he nods, his gaze locked onto yours, "let go, and be with me.. Forever. In the sea. We'll love again,"— he nodded, his thumb caressing your cheek as he held your waist securely. "we'll laugh again, and we'll be together. Forever."

His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had yearned for this moment, to be reunited with you, to finally find peace and have you in his arms. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, cold and salty like the sea.. But how beautiful you were..

But as he kissed you, he felt nothing but bones. He felt something hard, it wasn't the soft lips that he would kiss every night.

No.

It wasn't.

The substances effect slowly faded away, he looked back at you.. his eyes wide with horror. The figure before him was no longer his wife, no longer the ethereal beauty who had called to him from the sea. She was something else!- something twisted and grotesque. Your bones were pale, bloated, mottled with decay, and your eyes.. those eyes.. were empty, hollow sockets.

This was not a reincarnation of you as a siren. It was your remains. Your rotting missing cadaver that had washed up on shore. Your boned were waterlogged and broken, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The crashing waves of the oceans was evident that it crushed your body. The waves and smell of the sea surrounded him as he held your decaying bones.

He looked at your ring finger. It still had the ring he proposed to you with, a patch of grey rotting skin was under the ring. Your skin, that he worshipped and adored the most. His breath was jagged and he held your hand, a single tear dropping down his eye.

The corpse stared back at him with empty eyes, her mouth twisted into a mockery of the smile he loved. He looks down and he held your decaying body close, leaning his head onto your shoulder.

"I.. I will then. If you want it, I'll do it."

It was all a hallucination. But he didn't want to believe that. He believed it was still you. He carried your rotting bones in bridal style, like he did during your wedding day.

He took another dose of his substances and he walked deeper into the ocean.

Deeper.

And deeper..

And deeper.

A/N: the color of the theme is blue and white, completely different from my theme which is red and black..but i wanted to change it up abit. Thanks for reading. This actually made me sad abit..

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sombredancer · 7 months

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Asian dramas and Love tropes

There are my favorite characters and their love stories as a list. Enemies to lovers

Drama: Her Royal Highness/长公主在上 Characters: Gu Xuanqing x Li Yunzhen Screentime: Main A boy is sent to be a servant in the unruly princess`s palace in order to find some dirt about her and to help his master to overthrown her, but something goes wrong... The HE is attached.

Drama: The Legends/招摇 Characters: Li Chenlan x Lu Zhaoyao Screentime: Main A leader of a demonic sect died trying to get demonic sword. Her soul returns to the world full of wish to get revenge on the current leader of her sect, who, as she thinks, killed her in the past. Found the way to be close to him, she learns that he wasn't the reason of her death and, moreover, desperately in love with her for many-many years. This is an adaptation of the novel "Ostentatious Zhaoyao", which I love more than a drama, but it's a good story in both variants. The HE is attached (although it`s a little bit obscure in the drama).

Drama: Till the End of the Moon/ 长月烬明 Characters: Tantai Jin x Li Susu Screentime: Main A boy who is destined to become a Demon God and to destroy the World tries to fight his doom. In a process, he falls in love with a transmigrator, who was sent 500 years back in the past to prevent his transformation into a Demon God. The irony is,making him falling in love is the only way to kill him for good... It`s an adaptation of the novel "Black Moonlight Holds the BE Script", which I like way-way-way more than the drama, not the least because the drama has BE and the novel has HE. I just watched it as a visually beautiful fanfic to the novel.

Drama: Love Between Fairy and Devil /苍兰诀 Characters: Dongfang Qingcang x Xiao Lanhua Screentime: Main My favorite drama of all times! Trying to save her love, a girl accidently falls into a secret prison for immortal criminals, revives the most fearsome demon of all times and heals his ability to feel. Later, forced to spend his time together with the girl from the enemy camp, the demon finds out that he actually likes her... The HE is attached. I wrote A LOT about them and made recap of the whole drama from the point of their relationship development in these posts: one, two, three, four, five and six.

Drama: My Journey to You /云之羽 Characters: Gong Shangjue x Shangguan Qian Screentime: Secondary In order to destroy the martial artist's clan, a female assassin was sent in there. While she is trying to seduce one of clan's young masters, he tries to expose her lies, but, eventually, falls in love with her. Unrequited. Maybe. This story has an open ending. My analysis of their relationship is here.

Drama: Butterflied lover /风月变 Characters: Ling Changjin x Bao Zhu Screentime: Secondary A wicked nobleman marries a princess because of her miraculous blood: it`s able to bring his zombie sister back to life. The princess allows him to treat her bad because she has been in love with him for a long time and believes he is a good person. Bit by bit he starts believe in it himself and begins to cherish his wife more... The ending is obscure (in a traditional Chinese way).

Drama: The Blue Whisper /与君初相识 Characters: Li Shu x Xue Sanyue Screentime: Minor A cat demon prince infiltrates the valley of demon hunters in order to set free the great demoness, but falls in love with one of demon hunters. Mutually. The ending is traditionally Chinese - they met again in another life. Т_Т

Drama: Immortal Samsara / 沉香如屑 Characters: Xuan Ye x Ran Qing Screentime: Minor An Asura king infiltrates the Heavenly Realm in order to steal the artifact that can help him conquering the world. The keeper of this artefact is a brave and honest goddess and he can't help but fall in love with her. After, he needs to choose: to be with his lover or to rule the world. He wants all at once, but there is no way to get it all. No HE for this pair. Pride and Prejudice

Drama: Lighter and Princess / 点燃我 Characters: Li Xun x Zhu Yun Screentime: Main A girl from a rich family with an anxious type of attachment falls in love with her classmate from a poor family with an avoidant type of attachment and tries to win his heart. It`s a problematic ship in a full meaning of these words and I like it this way. Yummy! The HE is attached.

Drama: Derailment /脱轨 Characters: Qi Lian x Jiang Xiaoyuan Screentime: Main A boy accidently meets his school sweetheart after many years of radio silence and understands that something is wrong with her. It turns out that her body is occupied by a transmigrator from a parallel world. At first he hates transmigrator for replacing his lover, but bit by bit he learns, that a transmigrator has not only the same appearance but the same habits and way of thinking, and falls in love with this new personality again... The story ends with HE but not in a way that you may think it would.

Drama: The Love by Hypnotic /明月照我心 Characters: Li Qian x Li Mingyue Screentime: Main In order to build relationship between two countries an emperor arranges marriage for his son. His fiancée is from a barbaric tribe: she is good at horse riding and archery, but knows nothing about palace etiquette and ladies stuff. It`s a light and sweet story about finding a path to each other's heart. The HE is attached.

Drama: The Long Ballad /长歌行 Characters: Hao Du x Li Leyan Screentime: Secondary A tsundere of a low background with a poker face does his ruthless job in a court, that's why a young princess thinks he is an awful man and is scared of him. But in reality he is a loyal servant and son and, moreover, secretly in love with the princess, who can't stand him... The HE is attached.

Drama: Miss the Dragon /遇龙 Characters: Xue Qianxun x Qingqing Screentime: Secondary A very naïve bird demon girl accidently meets a tsundere god of netherworld and turns his well ordered life into havoc. He starts liking it, though. The HE is attached. Forbidden love

Drama: A Frozen Flower /쌍화점 Characters: Hong Rim x No Guk Screentime: Main A gay king needs a heir, so he forces his lover to conceive a child with a queen. In a process, a boy, who was groomed as a king's lover from his childhood, finds out that he likes women much more than men. A traditional Korean tragedy. Very beautiful and full of feelings, though. (No GIFs because they all would be erotic ones).

Drama: 100 Days My Prince /백일의 낭군님 Characters: Moo-yeon x Kim So-hye Screentime: Secondary An assassin who is working for a wicked court official is secretly in love with a wife of a crown prince, who happens to be a daughter of the killer of his parents. Forbidden love doubles! But it's mutual, unfortunately for him. It's a very beautiful and full of desperation and feelings story. No HE, we die like Koreans. More detailed story of their relationship is available here, here and here.

Drama: The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity/晴雅集 Characters: He Shouye x Zhang Ping Screentime: Secondary A woman, who is destined to restrain the undying evil within her body for eternity in solitude, falls in love with Yin-Yang master. Her love is mutual, but her lover can't be with her forever, so he leaves with her his guardian demon to brighten her loneliness. Protecting her for ever starts being the only goal of demon's life... A tragedy, but a beautiful one.

Drama: The Legends/招摇 Characters: Gu Hanguang x Shen Qianjin Screentime: Minor "The Legends" once more! The main doctor of a demonic sect is in love with a leader of a righteous sect. A girl is not allowed to love anyone, otherwise she will suffer from the poison, so he anonymously sends her packages of medicinal herbs. She is curious about anonymous sender, too. But nothing can be kept in secret forever... Unfortunately, no HE for these two. In the novel he is safe and sound, but he has no love plotline at all. So is a price of love Т_Т.

I will talk about my other favorite characters and tropes in the next post.

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In Hino's efforts to raise his frequency and vibrations, he decided to try manifesting his wife for 24 hours. Will Hino be successful in manifesting her?

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༊*·˚ FOREVER WINTER (IF YOU GO) — task force 141 x reader

12 — IN SOME SAD WAY, I ALREADY KNOW

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + (non-endgame phillip graves)

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, enemies to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, ghostsoap, pricegaz, alerudy, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence

series masterlist. read on ao3. read on wattpad. fanfic playlist.

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“A written statement from the General himself.”

You mindlessly nod, eyes unfocused and ears ringing as you sit at the conference table, Laswell at the head with the paper in hand. Her brows are furrowed, and one of her hands rests at her hip as she reads over the paper’s contents once more.

Everything feels numb. Like your entire body’s been reset, and nothing makes sense – as if your very existence has been muffled.

Price and Ghost sit at the table, too, sharing looks with each other. The Sergeants are out training rookies – and a small, minute part of you is grateful. You don’t want them to see you so…

Whatever you are. Numb, cold, unfeeling. Any adjective that fits.

“Shepherd traded her,” Price seethes, knuckles whitening on the tight grip he has around his pack of cigars.

“But why?” Laswell asks, exasperated, pacing at the front of the conference room. The overhead beams have been left off, so the frosted window is the only source of light. It allows a soft, gentle glow from the moon to fill the room, and it helps with your racing mind.

“We need to find him,” Ghost demands, voice gruff and icy. Thinly veiled anger – you recognise the tone all too well.

“This gives us evidence to push the search further,” Laswell cuts in, her footfalls pausing as she searches the scrawled handwriting for something. “And it opens up a new trail. Why did Graves want you? And what did Shepherd deem worthy of trading his star soldier?”

Your leg’s bouncing, the soft tap tap tap of your foot against the linoleum floor sounding more like a ticking time bomb than anything.

When you look up from the table, your eyes instantly clash with a pair of dark brown. Ghost.

He’s watching you – something hidden behind his gaze that you can’t unpack. Not now, at least, with your mind racing at a million thoughts per hour. With your body feeling as sensitive as a live wire. Every breath feels manual, a feat in and of itself.

You break your eye contact with him suddenly, weary, looking to the window instead. The moon isn’t so complicated; doesn’t hold so many layers of darkness, both in colour and soul.

There’s nothing like the feeling of moonlight against your skin, the brush of nightly breezes against your chilled skin.

“Sweetheart –” Your attention instantly goes to Price, whose hands are clasped on the table, gaze heavy where it sits on you, “Do you know anything at all that could help us. Any leads.”

You go to open your mouth, but everything feels wrong, your stomach sinking and hands trembling and vision going blurry.

Without any thought, or reason, you abruptly stand, slightly shaky on your feet. You swallow, once, a difficult movement against your barren throat. Scratchy and harsh.

“I – I’m sorry, I need a moment,” you manage to mutter out, taking a step back in a shadow of defence.

Brows furrow, a question’s asked – you don’t hear, don’t see, because all you can do is turn and bolt out of the room, shouldering the door open and heading down the hospital light-white corridor, the white burning your vision.

Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your chest heaving, the echoing sound of your boots against the floor a distant soundtrack.

“Fuck,” you mutter, palms coming up to rub harshly at your face as you slow, unsure. You just need space, a moment to yourself, a place to break apart with no one as your witness.

A slightly ajar closet to your left seems like your best bet.

Heading for it, you push in, the stale scent of cleaning products hitting your nose. It’s difficult to find any part of you that cares in the slightest.

The door closes, and you just stand, for a moment, your head resting against the wood. Every breath rattles your bones, like your core is falling apart at its seams. Another breath. Two more.

Except it’s getting harder, with every breath, to fill your lungs. They come out harried, shallow and not unlike slices of a knife against your windpipe. They tear from your mouth like coughs.

Your back hits the wall, and you slide down, until you’re sat on the floor, head sat between your bent knees as the first tears finally fall down your cheeks. Hiccups leave your chapped lips, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your shoulders shake.

You haven’t allowed yourself to break down like this in... Gods, you can’t even remember. All you know is that it hurts, at your very core, but it’s also kind of freeing.

It’s as if your world is closing in around you; your breaths doing nothing to quell that intense sense of suffocation, cruel in the grasp your fear has around your throat. Nothing makes sense – everything hurts, your tears leave lines of heat down your cheeks –

The door creaks open.

Heart stuttering in your chest, you look up from your balled up frame with blurry vision, to see who your intruder is. Did Gaz or Soap leave the rookies early? Did Price or Laswell get worried and come check on you?

“Sweetheart.”

The tall, threatening frame of the man fills out the small crack of the door in a way that has your breath catching for a whole other reason.

“Ghost?” You find yourself asking, your voice threatening a whine with the state you’re in.

He steps in, the scent of blood and some cologne filling the space as he does. You wipe at your bloodshot eyes, curling in closer.

“If you want to kill me, this is probably your best bet,” you bite, posturing, an attempt of goading so your image isn’t completely ruined. The idea isn’t completely unfound, either – he very well could pull out his gun and shoot you clean through the head.

He shakes his head, closing the door – allowing pitch black to envelop you both.

“You’re too cheeky for your own good,” he mutters, and despite all of your notions of the man, he slides into a sitting position next to you.

If you could stabilise your breaths, you would, if for no other fact than your own embarrassment. Your body still trembles, and small hiccups still leave your lips with every shaky breath.

His presence is warm against yours, and when he moves, the fabric of his uniform brushes against your own.

“Why are you here?” You find yourself asking, a whisper under your breath. Just loud enough for him to hear, for him to hear the fragile undertone. The risk you’re taking, sitting beside him in this state.

He looses a breath – easy, soft. Unlike everything you know about the hulking man. “I understand.”

You can’t help the uneasy chuckle that leaves your lips. “You understand? Mister been-conspiring-against-me-since-day-one?”

“I understand what it’s like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, with no one you trust there to hold you, too.”

You look to him, but in the darkness, it’s more of an instinctual act than anything.

“Didn’t realise you were a poet, Lieutenant,” you chide, voice breaking slightly around the syllables. He doesn’t comment; a small mercy.

He shrugs, brushing against you as he does. “Not a poet. Just a soldier.”

“And an asshole,” you hum, and you can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes you when he elbows you in the dip of your waist. You elbow him back, unthinkingly, freely.

Silence fills in the gaps, except for the background noise of your shaky, tight breathing, and the bounce of your knees.

That is, until the man beside you breaks it.

“I asked my dog what two minus two is,” Ghost says, easily. You loosen your posture, just slightly, brows furrowed when you turn your head towards him once more.

“What are you on about?” You ask, incredulous. He shrugs. Nods.

“I asked my dog what two minus two is,” he continues, despite the confusion that is surely emanating off of you. “She said nothing.”

You let out a shocked, lost bark of a laugh at that, turning your body around so you’re facing him in the enclosed space. “Was that a dad joke?”

“I found out why my dog’s such a bad dancer,” Ghost starts once more, continuing despite your elongated groan. Seems to relish in your dismay.

“And why’s that?” You entertain him, despite the anxiety in your gut, the words left unsaid burning your tongue.

“She’s got two left feet.”

You heave a sigh, shaking your head – but the corners of your lips pull into a cheesy grin, and your breaths are lighter. Easier, natural, less harsh against your dry throat. “Do you even have a dog?” You ask.

“Her name’s Riley. She’s my family,” he says, earnestly, and your heart shatters just a bit more.

“What breed is she?”

“German Shepherd. Used to work in the military, till a mission gone wrong left her too scared to work in the field. Saved ‘er from the pound.”

How can this man be the same one who threatened your life? Who – who had made it very clear how little he trusted you, and was generally such a jerk? A complete asshole, of whom you had no qualms hating?

“She’d like you,” he adds, and you blink, “Always did like girls more than guys. Strong ones, at that.”

“You think I’m strong?”

You can tell he rolls his eyes, even without being able to see it. “I’ll bring ‘er in, when this is all said and done.”

“When this is all said and done, we’ll probably never see each other again. Small mercies, hey?” Your tone takes on a joking lilt.

He doesn’t laugh.

And it hits you, then. How fragile this very situation is. How unimportant, in the real scheme of things, your relationship with the 141 is. When Graves and Shepherd have been dealt with, where do you fit in? What purpose will you have?

You don’t, can’t, truly fit in with them. They’re already so interconnected, memories spent together that you’ll never understand, connections you have no place in joining.

Oh, what a stab in the gut that is.

“I can get Johnny or Kyle if you want,” Ghost offers, but you find yourself answering just this side of too soon.

“No.”

You realise, as you sit here beside him, that he is all you need. Soap and Gaz would’ve tried to ramble or make a move on you, Price would’ve tried to embrace you. Ghost just sits, and waits, his presence speaking a thousand words. He’s your anchor, right now.

“What does a bee use to brush its hair?” Ghost breaks the quiet, once more, his words steady and grating with the low timbre of his voice.

You exhale, but go along with it anyways. “I haven’t a clue.”

“A honeycomb.”

You scoff, but the smile on your face doesn’t waver – your cheeks hurting from the way it tugs on the muscles of your tired face. “That was awful, Lt.”

“Johnny laughed at that one,” he replies, head tilted to rest his skull against the wall. His arms rest on the bends of his knees.

“That’s cause he feels bad for you,” you hum, satisfaction weighing on your words.

Ghost elbows you once more, a bit too hard, but you find the movement grounding more than harmful. Like a way for your body to come back to itself, and register the world around you. No need for self-destruction or derealisation.

“They really like you, y’know,” he murmurs, and your breath pauses in your chest. “The Sergeants. Won’t shut up about you when you’re gone.”

“Well, if you’re gonna hate me, some support is nice,” you retort, and he huffs a low breath. Pauses, like he’s thinking something over. Weighing the risk and reward of his next statement.

“I don’t,” he rolls his tongue in his mouth, “I don’t hate you.”

“You’ve had me fooled,” you retort, the cool wall against your cheek a steady reminder of the world. “The whole threatening to kill me thing, and all.”

“If it means protecting Johnny, Kyle – even Price, I’d do it. Still will,” he says, the last statement bordering on a warning. “If you’ve somehow fooled us all, then I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger.”

You swallow. Scratch at the skin of your wrist.

“I just need to figure this shit out,” you admit, looking to the roof for answers. “Once Shadow Company’s been taken down, and Shepherd’s dealt with, everything can go back to normal. This’ll just be a blip in time.”

“The Sergeants aren’t going to let you go,” Ghost warns, an edge to his words. “What are you gonna do, anyways? Live in the countryside?”

“I don’t know,” you confess, picking at your fingernails. “I’ll figure it out when it comes to it. We’ve got bigger things on our plate.”

With his shoulder pressed against your own, you let your body relax, your breaths finally even. No tears on the verge of falling down your cheeks – and no fear lacing your veins with a thick coat of adrenaline.

However, that short-lived relief is quickly replaced with the all too familiar crash.

Your head pounds, and your limbs suddenly feel heavy. Your eyelids threaten to close, even though you don’t feel the need to sleep.

“Tired?” Ghost asks, low and soft, careful not to startle you. So at odds with the idea you had of him.

Without meaning to, you lean further against him, using his frame to hold your own up. He doesn’t comment on it. “I’m – just need a minute,” you murmur.

His hand moves to rest at the side of your head, pulling you in so your temple rests against his shoulder. It’s warm, comforting – a parallel to the man of which you thought you hated.

Rest comes easy, at the side of one of the men who wants to kill you.

When you come to, it’s with the feeling of fingers brushing through your hair, and the scent of cajun.

The gentle mid-morning light filters into the room, casting light through your closed eyes, the faraway sound of bullets being fired an odd comfort. Soft sizzling, too, can be heard, as well as the chopping of a knife against a board.

“That smells bloody divine, Si,” a familiar, Scottish voice calls, quietened by what you can only suspect is due to your ‘sleeping’. “Ya’d be a bonnie housewife.”

“Watch it, Johnny,” Ghost replies, stern, even with the undercurrent of humour in his voice.

The fingers in your hair continue to card through your strands, pausing to massage at your scalp every now and then. The movements have you melting further into Soap’s lap.

“Ken the other two are goin’ at it?” Johnny chides, and even without vision, you can see the goading smile on his face.

“I ken you should shut your face,” Ghost retorts, the sound of chopping finally coming to a pause. “And, no, you’re a bloody idiot.”

“Rude.”

Fluttering your eyes open, you let out a small huff of air, stretching your tense muscles. They feel sore with lethargy, and stiff from the position you fell asleep in.

“Mornin’, Sweetheart,” Johnny smirks, looking down at where your head sits in his lap.

When you look towards the kitchen, it's to find Ghost, flipper in hand as he stands by the stove, a glass bowl filled with salad to his side. One thing in particular has you looking twice.

“A bit promiscuous, don't you think, Lieutenant?”

Ghost's eyes narrow, but Soap lets out a pleased chuckle. “Like a lad seein’ an ankle, aye?”

Instead of gloves, the pale skin of his hands is shown for the first time, patterns of ink decorating the back of his hands. The small hint of a sleeve has you desperate to see the full thing.

“You're both fuckin’ ridiculous,” Ghost scoffs, starting to swap the contents of the pan into the salad bowl.

As you move to sit up, Soap’s hands fall to your waist, pulling you so your back presses against his chest. His thumbs trace circles into the skin where your shirt rides up, but it’s more out of instinct than anything else.

“What’d you make us?” You ask, rubbing at your weary, sleepy eyes as you deflate against Soap.

“Cajun chicken ‘nd salad,” Ghost quips, serving up a plate for each of you. It smells nothing short of delicious, and you sit up straighter against the Sergeant.

“Lt and Gaz are our personal chefs,” Soap chimes, squeezing you tighter against him. “Bloody perfect at it.”

Ghost rolls his eyes, but comes over with two plates, setting them on the coffee table in front of both you and Soap. It’s a small space, next to the personal kitchen, but it’s nice. Intimate.

The first mouthful of salad is like heaven on your tongue, and you look up at Ghost with wide eyes as you swallow. “This is amazing.”

“You’d better eat it all then,” he jerks his chin towards your plate, grabbing his own before sitting on the chair to your left. Soap, still with his chest to your back, shovels his food into his mouth like a man starved.

It’s quiet, for a few moments, just the three of you enjoying your food.

“What’s the next step?” Johnny asks, around a mouthful. You elbow him in the side, and he feigns hurt. He swallows, before continuing, “Aye mean, what’re we gonna do? What lead do we follow?”

“I think,” you work your jaw around the words, thinking, “I think if we get to the root, we can bring down the whole tree.”

You scan the two men, and it’s Ghost who understands your words first.

“Shepherd. You think we should take him out first,” Ghost leans back in his seat, studying you with calculating, chocolate brown eyes. They shine in the midday light.

Nodding, you swallow around some lettuce, before continuing, looking between the two.

“If we can find Shepherd, and learn why everything’s happened the way it has,” you rub at your face, “Then we can bring it all crumbling down. Like dominoes.”

“He’s MIA,” Soap furrows his brows, placing his empty plate on the coffee table. “We’ve tried finding the twat – he’s gone.”

You shrug, a plan forming in your mind like the final pieces of a puzzle connecting. A small, pleased smile spreads on your lips, before you’re moving off of the couch, ready to head to Price’s office.

“Where’s you going?” Ghost queries, leaning forward, elbows resting on his spread knees.

You tilt your head.

“Power in numbers, right?” Heading for the corridor, you open the door, before turning back to look at the two men one more time.

“I know two soldiers who’ve been waiting for a call.”

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cambion-companion · 2 years

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Aemond Fanfiction Masterlist #1

A compilation of my Aemond Targaryen fics I have written thus far.

Link to Masterlist #2

My Favorites ✨️

Slung over the shoulder | Aemond x wife!reader

Pinned | Aemond x reader | enemies to lovers

A Mommy's Boy | Aemond x reader

Not when I've spent my entire life loving you | Aemond x reader

Captured | Aemond x fem!reader SMUT

Milk | Aemond x fem!reader SMUT

I can't help but love you, even when I try not to | Aemond x reader

Jealousy | Aemond x Lannister!Reader

Dad Aemond 🍼

A soft morning | dad!Aemond x fem!reader

Finding out you're pregnant | Aemond x fem!reader

Tired parent kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

Don't lay a hand on her | Aemond x pregnant!reader

Riding Vhagar | Aemond x pregnant!reader

A difficult choice | Aemond x pregnant!reader

Drunk Drabbles 🍷

Comedy of Errors Part 1 | Aemond x Reader

Cheating during chess | Aemond x wife!reader

Tipsy Aemond drabble | Aemond x wife!reader

That's my lap | Aemond x reader

Would you love me if I was a worm | Aemond x reader

Spicey Fics 🌶

Lost in Flea Bottom | Aemond x fem!reader

I desire you | Aemond x fem!Lannister!reader

Beneath the Table | Aemond x fem!reader

Never do that again | Angry!Aemond x fem!reader

A sleepy comfort | Aemond x fem!reader

Warm within you | Aemond x fem!reader

Period sex | Aemond x fem!reader

Riding the Dragon atop the Dragon | Aemond x fem!reader

I hate the word squirt | Aemond x fem!reader

Pregnant and needing | Aemond x fem!preg!reader |breastfeeding kink

Dark Waltz | Aemond x f!reader | comfort

Weavings in Moonlight | Aemond x f!reader

Consequences for your actions | Aemond x f!reader

A Warm Bathtub Ride | Aemond x f!reader

Sweet as Honey | Aemond x f!reader

Dragon Rider | Aemond x f!reader

Just A Taste | Aemond x f!reader

A Heated Awakening | Aemond x f!reader

NSFW Alphabet | Aemond x f!reader

Baby Hungry | Aemond x f!reader

Distraction from Studying | Aemond x fem!reader

Drabbles 💭

Returning after battle | Aemond x wife!reader

Giggly kiss | Aemond x reader

I can't do this without you | Aemond x reader

Sticking up for Helaena | Aemond x reader

Last Kiss | Aemond x reader | angst

Comfort for period pain | Aemond x fem!reader

Jealousy backfires | Aemond x reader

Only One Bed | Aemond x reader drabble

Validation | Aemond x insecure!reader drabble

To be loved | Aemond x reader drabble

Kiss of life | Aemond x reader drabble

Against the wall | Aemond x reader drabble

Desperate kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

Don't kiss your opponent | Aemond x reader drabble

Morning Kisses | Aemond x reader drabble

I Almost Lost You | Aemond x reader drabble

A Lover's Kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

To be in your Arms | Aemond x reader drabble

I Missed You Kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

Whispers of Are You Sure | Aemond x reader drabble

A Jealous Kiss | Aemond x reader

Relax, my love | Aemond x reader massage drabble

Oneshots ✍️

I would marry you in a heartbeat | Aemond x reader

Spray of blood | Angry!Aemond x wife!reader

Brotherly shenanigans | Aemond x wife!reader and then there's Daeron

Aegon slaps reader's ass | protective!Aemond x wife!reader

10 things I hate about you | Aemond x fem!reader

Don't have to hide from me | Aemond x sorceress!reader

Do Not Touch | Jealous Aemond x f!reader

Cassandra Baratheon x Aemond Oneshot

Friends with Benefits | Aemond x Reader

Two nerds in a room..they might kiss | Aemond x Reader

I Miss Screaming and Fighting and Kissing in the Rain | Aemond x Reader

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken | Aemond x Martell!Reader

He took me to a brothel when I was thirteen | Aemond x reader

The first "I love you" | Aemond x reader

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Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. If you're enjoying the fanfic, please interact. Comments and kudos are welcome. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance.

THREE FIVE

FOUR

Your madness should be studied. It's foolishness to go to the Cullens' house to check on Edward. You might end up seeing his girlfriend, which would be awkward. They might not appreciate seeing you. Uley could find out you went there and curse you for generations. But now, lying in bed with Jacob beside you, you're worried about Cullen. In fact, a part of your younger self is nervous about having transformed in front of Edward. Your wolf form only emerged after you left Forks.

"There's something troubling your mind. Don't worry about denying it. Just tell me what it is," Jacob whispers near your ear while you think he's asleep. You're sleeping spooned together, with him as the big spoon and you as the little one.

"I need to do something you won't like. And honestly, I don't want to tell you what it is. I just want you to support me even without knowing. Like a good pack leader," you say, turning to look at him. His eyes open to meet yours. You kiss him on the cheek, hoping to make him more receptive to understanding you.

"I'm not your leader. And I'm not your boyfriend either. As your lover, I'd recommend you not go after any vampire. But as a friend, I support you. You know you can count on me if Sam decides to scold you, even though he's not your leader either," Jacob says, apprehensive yet respectful.

"I didn't know I was your lover. But I want to lean on the side of you that's my friend. If something happens, I need you to not let anyone come after me. Not even you. Can you do that for me?" You ask, kissing Jacob softly on the corner of his mouth, then on his lips.

"You have more faith in my ability to be your bodyguard than I do. But consider it done. I'll keep any wolf away from you. Including myself. I hope you'll reward me for that," Jacob says, kissing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You playfully hit his arm as if disapproving of what he said.

"You're such a flirt. But for now, you don't need to worry. Finding vampires at night is always more advisable," you say, shifting against Jacob's chest as if he were a pillow and you wanted to snuggle closer.

The rest of your day is quite peaceful. You visited Sam's pack, spending the afternoon surrounded by wolves who dislike wearing shirts because they're too hot, and their respective loved ones. In truth, you wonder if you'll ever experience an imprinting. Will you ever feel that powerful bond with Edward or Jacob? Or worse, what if it happens with someone you haven't met yet?

Before you know it, it's late enough to go check on Edward. Just to make sure he's okay. You say goodbye to the pack and before heading off, you glance at Jacob, who surprisingly behaved well during the visit to Sam's pack this time. Perhaps he knows that being near Sam's pack could allow him to intervene if something goes wrong.

"I can't believe you have the nerve to show up here," Rosalie says, approaching you. She never liked you, and now that you've transformed into a wolf, she probably despises you even more.

"Easy, Rosalie. I'm not your sister-in-law anymore. No need for all this aggression," you respond sarcastically. She doesn't seem to like it, as moments later, she throws you against a tree using her vampire powers. You push her back, but before either of you can do anything else, half of the Cullen family surrounds you both.

“Rosalie, you can’t attack Y/N. I'm sorry about her temper." Esme says as she helps Rosalie up from the floor. You're still catching the breath you lost when Rosalie attacked you.

“Y/N, it’s always good to see you. You are as lovely as I remember. Isn't it Jasper?" Alice asks Jasper as he walks over to hug you. Emmett takes Rosalie inside while others watch you.

"You look great." Jasper says looking at you without much excitement while Alice still seems excited. Until you notice that you are bleeding from the corner of your mouth. Maybe this is making Jasper uncomfortable.

"We were in the middle of dinner. Want to eat with us?" Carlisle gently extends his arms towards the entrance of the Cullen's house. But you know the only way they could be eating food would be if Bella was with them.

"I don't think Rosalie would like that. But thank you for the invitation. Maybe I can come next time." You say regretting having gone there. It was a mistake trying to see your ex who should have left your mind a long time ago.

"Honey, we'll all be waiting for you. Until then, we promise to talk to Rosalie about her bad behavior." Esme says and you think it's cute that she thinks she can make Rosalie control her hatred for you.

"You will come back. Your story isn't over yet." Alice speaks sweetly while holding your hand. You deduce that she is foreseeing this but you don't understand how your story isn't over yet. I mean, you and Edward don't mean anything to each other anymore. Right?

"I think that's unlikely to be true but I've learned not to doubt you, Alice." You say as you hold her hand back gently, she smiles softly. Jasper then nods towards Alice and she goes with him into the house.

"I think you came to see me." Edward speaks while using his vampiric speed to get close to you quickly. Carlisle and Esme seem to feel the tension of Edward's presence around you and leave.

"I just came to make sure you're okay. Which I see you are, so if you'll excuse me." You speak while keeping a certain distance from him. Your feet are walking the path back to Jacob's house when you feel something come towards you. Not something, someone. Edward holds you firmly against a tree.

"Is this obsession with throwing people against trees a vampire thing?" You question looking at him. But his eyes seem to wander over you.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a wolf now?" Edward looks a little angry and at the same time conflicted about something. You will see your face looking at the other trees before you can look at him.

"It was none of your business. It's still none of your business. But I know how much it must make you hate me now." You say a little angrily, as if you realize that now you are like a natural enemy of the man you loved.

"Nothing in this world, would make me hate you." Edward speaks with such convection and you look at him, shaking your head. He can't be serious.

"Take it back. You can't say that to me. Not when you're involved with someone else and I..." You say remembering Jacob. Even though you are not a couple, you like each other in a certain way.

"Is he better than me?" Edward asks, getting close to your face, as if he intoxicates you with his presence alone.

"Maybe he is. He's not in inappropriate proximity with me while dating someone else." Your face comes even closer to Edward's face. Your breathing becomes uneven as the tension between you increases. Edward looks at you one last time before getting lost in your lips. The shock of feeling his mouth on yours makes you hold his hair tight. The kiss, however, is a mixture of lust and hunger. His lip is still sore but it doesn't matter. Edward is probably tasting your blood as he tastes your mouth. He's thirsty and so are you. By reversing the positions, you throws Edward's body into the tree you were leaning against.

"I'll tell her. About you, about us." Edward speaks while his mouth is pressed against yours. You don't know what to say, You just know that it means something to you. If not, your heart wouldn't be beating so hard.

"She's going to hate you for this." You whisper still against his mouth. Your kiss now feels like a declaration of a real feeling.

"I can't pretend this is nothing. You and I know there's something between us. Passion, lust, feelings. Whatever you want to call it." Edward murmurs, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I need to leave." You say looking into Edward's eyes.He runs his fingers over your face one last time before letting you walk away without saying anything else.

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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Moonlight Ch. 11 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

a/n: hi all <3 first of all, just wanted to say, tysm for 500 followers, i hit the mark this week and im so touched and thankful for everyone that has been enjoying my writing and sharing it. also special shout out to all the people i have connected with and have helped me along the way. might make a sappy post some time soon but for now here's my thank you. my little present is an extra long chapter (almost 9k!).

this chapter was a rollercoaster to write- a love and hate relationship you could say. i think a lot of you are going to feel the same way, i hope you enjoy though <3.

Chapter Summary: You and Bastien finally spend more time together, him visiting for the Monaco GP. Monaco had one rule though that you couldn't break: an after race party is a must.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheating, hurt/comfort, and smut (18+, please stay away if not), also hastily proof read so sorry for any mistakes.

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Chapter 11 (8.9k words)

By the time you all landed in Monaco, the team morale is high. Both drivers had managed to land in the points in Spain, earning a decent jump for McLaren as they continued to fight through the midfield. You had all celebrated after the race, and you had even went out for a short dinner with Carlos’ family again, this time joined by Lando.

Monaco though was another exciting place to be in, and although you were excited to help the team race in one of the most iconic tracks of the whole calendar, you were also excited for another reason. Your boyfriend was coming to visit.

Even on the early morning on Friday you couldn’t help but to wake up earlier than usual, going to the breakfast buffet at a time where you were usually still dragging yourself out of bed. It’s when you finally take a seat to eat your food that you spot Carlos and Lando coming in, both of them looking surprised that you were already there.

“Early day?” Lando teases once he comes up to you with his already made up plate. He easily slides into the seat next to you, unable to hold back the yawn he had.

“Mhm, long day today.” You comment as you see Carlos come by as well, sitting next to Lando and putting his plate down too. He looks more tired than usual but you choose not to ask, simply shifting your attention back to your phone, smiling small as you texted.

You smiling early in the morning was an unusual sight for them to witness. Everyone by now knew that you were in fact not a morning person. More often than not, you found yourself sleeping in, choosing to ignore the grumble in your stomach, in hopes to get a bit of more time curled up in bed.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you be this happy so early in the morning, it’s weird.” Lando says, reaching to poke your face and you look at him with deadly eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You say getting Lando to put his hand away. Carlos can’t help but snort, listening into your conversation.

“Now you’re being extra quiet this early in the morning. Did I miss something?” Lando asks, looking over Carlos and Carlos just shrugs.

“Couldn’t sleep last night, I don’t know why.” Carlos grumbles a bit and Lando can’t help but ruffle Carlos’ hair to which Carlos scowls at, instantly swatting his hand away.

“Is this what you have to deal with every morning with us?” Carlos groans and you can’t help but laugh, nodding. Lando pouts at that, calling both of you rude but you’re rolling your eyes, going back to the food. There’s a bit of silence and you’re thinking whether to ask Carlos or not, but to your surprise he brings it up first.

“Uhm- I got a paddock pass for France. Monaco was already impossible, but you told me that could also work?” Carlos mumbles and you look over him a bit surprised. You nod though, instantly putting your cutlery down.

“No- France is amazing. You really got them?” You ask and you can’t help but smile when Carlos nods. You get up to give Carlos a quick hug from behind, leaning down as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel one of Carlos’ hands gently rub over yours and you smile small.

“Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You murmur before slowly pulling away, only to find Lando looking at you both closely.

“Your family is coming?” Lando asks and you let out a small laugh.

“Them? No never. They don’t like these things and they’re far too busy.” You say with a shrug, not wanting to get too much into detail. “But Bastien is coming over for the weekend here. He’s more from the Souther region in France but he was open to coming for Monaco and for the French GP.” You say with a smile.

“Now that I’m standing though, I’m gonna go grab something really quick. Do you guys want anything?” You ask and when both drivers shake your head you head out to see more of the food. Lando gives you a small moment to get further away before he speaks up.

“Paddock passes for Bastien?” Lando asks and Carlos looks up at him, letting out a soft sigh. He knew why Lando was asking, but it was far too early to entertain the conversation so he decides to play it clueless.

“What?” Carlos asks and Lando scrunches his brows as he looks at Carlos.

“Why would you do that? I thought you hated him- and well, that he hated you.” Lando says and Carlos shrugs, looking back down at his plate. He tries his best to entertain himself by pushing a piece of sausage around but Lando isn’t leaving the topic alone.

“She asked and I could help her out. So why wouldn’t I?” Carlos murmurs and Lando can’t help but roll his eyes.

“She’s not even interested in you like that.” Lando says and Carlos almost snorts at that, stabbing a piece of his food. “Unless she is?” Lando asks.

“It’s a friendly thing to do.” Carlos settles with, giving Lando a shrug. He wants Lando to drop the topic, doesn’t want the younger driver to ask too many questions. It’s not like he didn’t trust Lando, but he also didn’t want to put any of you in a compromising situation.

“Are you both okay?” You’re back with your food, your question snapping both drivers out of their own little conversation. Lando simply nods, shifting to give you space to settle down again.

“We were thinking of inviting you and Bastien to the party.” Lando says and there’s a sharp pain he feels shoot up his leg where Carlos decides to kick him but Lando stays put, smiling as he waited for your answer.

“A party?” You ask and Lando nods, explaining how the drivers usually went to a club after the race in Monaco. It sounds fun but you’re a bit hesitant to agree, seeing Carlos look uncomfortable at the thought of you and Bastien going.

“I mean, it would be nice yeah? We spend so much time with you but you never go out with us anymore- and it would be nice to meet your boyfriend a bit better.” Lando says and you let out a soft sigh.

“Lando, I’m not sure if that’s the best idea.” You murmur to him, eyes going from Lando to Carlos who wasn’t even facing or engaging into the conversation.

“Please,” Lando murmurs. “The club has quite some space, worst thing you could do is break off and spend your own time together.” Lando says. Carlos doesn’t want Bastien there, but he lets out a soft sigh, finally looking over.

“You should join, it will be fun.” he smiles small.

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking over the two drivers, letting out a sigh and giving them a nod when they both say yes.

Carlos regrets telling Lando to invite both Bastien and you the moment he sees Bastien in the hotel. It’s late already, the team having wrapped up the evening in the garage after free practice. You had left early, Tom having told him that you had gone to pick up Bastien from the train station.

For a second, Carlos really considers turning around and leaving the hotel, or maybe even just waiting outside. He doesn’t know what to do, hopes to maybe stall enough until the two of you go up to your hotel room but he doesn’t even get the chance to leave the lobby. It’s when he goes to turn though that he spots Lando, the glint in his eyes lets him know he doesn’t have a chance to escape this one.

“Y/n,” He calls out, waving over at you both as he pulls Carlos’ arm with him to walk towards you both. He doesn't really have a choice as he turns towards you both again.

This time though your gaze meets his before you’re looking over Lando too. Carlos doesn’t miss the way Bastien’s hand goes to yours, soon intertwining your fingers together as you both meet the drivers halfway.

He didn’t see it at first but the moment you both come close enough he can feel the tension coming off from both of you. You’re nervous and Bastien looks disinterested. Despite you both holding hands, Carlos thinks he’s never seen a couple look so far apart.

If Lando notices he doesn’t seem to show it. “How are you mate? Haven’t seen you in a long time.” Lando says to which Bastien smiles too.

“I’m good, I’m good. Just been doing work. So same thing as you guys but just a boring version of it.” He chuckles to which you smile small too. Despite Bastien talking Carlos’ eyes are trained to you. You look uncomfortable next to him, the sight of it making Carlos’ skin crawl a bit.

“Hey, hey. How was the rest of the debrief?” You ask since you had to skip the second half of it. Lando shrugs, nothing special had happened, so he didn’t see the point in letting you know any of the extra details. There’s a bit of an awkward silence and to everyone’s surprise Bastien is the one to break it.

“Thank you for the pass for the French GP.” Bastien says to Carlos and the words sound fake. “I don’t think I’m going to take it though, we’ll see. I’m not sure if I can go just yet.” Bastien says to which you shift uncomfortably to.

“Ah- that’s a pity. Why not mate?” Carlos asks to which your boyfriend shrugs.

“About the party,” You murmur but Bastien is interrupting you.

“We’re going.” Bastien grins and you look over him, clearly confused. You both had fought over the car ride back to the hotel. About the paddock passes, and the party. You had been so excited to have Bastien join you but your boyfriend had taken it as an insult, the fact that you were taking things from your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful he had said.

“Don’t you have to fly the day after for a work thing?” You ask, giving his hand a squeeze but Bastien shrugs, squeezing your hand back and giving a peck to your lips.

“And? I’ll sleep off the hangover on the plane.” He chuckles. Carlos is watching you both, shifting a bit on his feet this time. He didn’t like the tension and he frankly wanted to leave the conversation. Lando also looked a bit uncomfortable, already having stepped a bit back.

“Perfect then. We’ll stop by the hotel so we can all leave together.” Carlos offers this time and you give him a look, waiting for him to say something else but he doesn’t.

“Sure,” You say but Bastien gives your hand another squeeze.

“Actually we’ll find our way. Can you just send y/n the address?” Bastien asks, this time facing Lando. Lando nods, soon grabbing his phone.

“Will do.” He says before Bastien’s nodding. He gives both the drivers a smile before pulling you to the elevators.

You don’t bring it up until you’re undressing to go shower, slowly folding your clothes up by your suitcase. “So, we’re going to party with them?” You ask quietly. Bastien and you barely having spoken since you had arrived to the room.

“I mean, why not? You seem to love spending time with your colleagues.” He says and there’s an edge to his voice that makes you let out a sigh.

“Bastien, his family was in Spain. I grew up with them. They’re practically my family.” You murmur, turning to him. You were tired, upset, but mainly disappointed. You had been excited for your boyfriend to arrive all week but the first thing you both had done was fight. He’s reaching for your hands and you pull away, not having much patience for him. The tension in the room was high and you didn’t even know how you would be able to sleep like this next to him. He seems even more annoyed now.

“Then I don’t see why we shouldn’t go to the party. Is it cause I’m here hm?” Bastien asks and you scoff.

“You know what? Yes. It is because you’re here.” You snap, already tired of having the same argument be brought up again and again. “I don’t know what you want from me Bastien. I really don’t.”

“Come on.” Bastien sighs out soon grabbing your hands. This time you reluctantly let him, standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. His hands are traveling from your waist to the curve of your back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He apologizes and you know he doesn’t mean it, that he was just as always messing with your emotions. You should know better and ignore the way he’s kissing your neck, but you do the same thing you always do and let him pull you into the bed, both of you soon slipping out of your clothes.

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Carlos already regrets having offered the paddock pass, mainly because he realises he can’t even stand the small glimpses of you and Bastien around the hotel. It’s not like he sees much of the both of you, but what he does see is enough to make him feel tired of it. He can’t even imagine how it would be like having to see you two at the track.

The thing is, every time he spots you Bastien is on you. Either leaving small traces on your waist, holding your hand, or kissing your lips. From the looks of it you’re more than happy to have the attention, completely zoned in on him. It’s like you’re in your own little world. He hates the blush that forms in your cheeks whenever Bastien seems to be teasing you, or even the small marks that are creeping on your neck. He tries to ignore it, he really does, but he can’t help but look over once in a while, a part of him wishing that it was him instead.

It gets to him, it really does and he finds himself grumpier than usual, not really interested in most of the things going on apart from racing and the car. He doesn’t admit it though, not when Lando brings it up, or even when his family brings it up from their last call.

Because of this he throws it all into the car, simply wanting to get into it and race- and it works really. He finds himself pushing a bit more than usual, risking it a bit more and waiting to break until the last minutes. It’s Monaco, so not a lot of overtaking happens, but with the good strategy of the team, they manage to make it into the points.

It’s when he’s in the press pen that he feels a bit restless again, but he manages to answer the questions, sharing about the car, his feeling with the steer and how he had managed to still overtake one or two drivers. It’s quick, and he’s happy with the overall result so the talks are a bit more bearable. He’s still impatient though, leg bouncing slightly as he leans onto the barrier. He knows it’s unprofessional to want to speed up the process but he can’t help but think that there are better things he could be up.

He’s disinterested the whole time around, the seconds just ticking slower and slower and he feels himself looking into nothing as the interviewers ask him questions. He hears them, and he can answer them easily, but it’s obvious that his mind is somewhere else. He knows why he feels so impatient, thoughts about you in the garage still, probably wanting to finish up as soon as possible to go spend your time with Bastien. He really wanted to catch up with you before you left. He had barely gotten any time with you, and he knows it’s only fair, your boyfriend barely ever got to see you, but he didn’t care.

So, to Charlotte’s demise Carlos heads out of the press area a bit early, ‘forgetting’ about the last three interviewers that were calling his name from afar. It’s only fifteen minutes really, so Carlos is pretty sure he can get away with it, and he does.

He’s back into the garage a bit earlier than usual, and instead of going to his driver’s room to cool off for a bit he’s watching everyone pack up. He looks a bit lost really, standing as he looks around in hopes to spot you.

“You’re back early.” He hears, and your voice is so distinct that he doesn’t even hesitate to turn around, smiling small.

“Yeah- finished up all my interviews.” He lies with a shrug and you give him a nod.

“I didn’t catch you before but we’re in the points for Monaco, good job. Lando too.” You smile, gently bumping your elbow into his. “Perfect thing to celebrate tonight.” You say.

“So you’re coming?” Carlos asks, just wanting to make sure.

“Yeah. Bastien wanted to go.” You say with a nod and Carlos finds himself nodding along too. He doesn’t want Bastien there, but he’s willing to take it.

“Is it weird?” You ask after a bit and Carlos sucks his lips a bit, humming as he tries his best to figure out how to formulate his words.

“Yeah- a bit.” He says, not knowing how else to say it and you pinch your bottom lip a bit.

“If you’re not comfortable with us there, we can always not show up.” You say softly but Carlos shakes his head.

“No, of course show up.” Carlos murmurs. It’s the first time he sees you up close since Bastien arrived and that’s when he notices it. You look tired, eyes a bit heavy and throat a bit hoarse and he wonders for a second if you’re okay.

“Are you sure?” You ask, this time turning to him and Carlos nods. You smile small, reaching over to his arm to give it a gentle squeeze. It’s on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know if he’s overstepping. Was it even his place to ask anymore? It’s when the words are about to leave his lips that you cut him off.

“Thank you. I’m gonna prepare the room for the debrief now.” You say before you’re heading off.

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You both end up showing up at the party at different times and by the time Carlos arrives you’re already there. He doesn’t spot Bastien though, just you with Pierre and Charles at the table. The moment you spot him though you’re smiling, coming close to greet him. Carlos doesn’t need to ask, he can tell by the loose smile on your lips and the way your body leans too close to him when you reach for a hug that you’ve already had a few drinks.

His arm instinctively wraps around your waist to steady you as he lets out a soft chuckle. “How long have you been here for?” He asks curiously as you pull your arms away. His hold on you lingers though as his fingers tickle your bare skin.

You look gorgeous, in a small dress that practically leaves little to the imagination. The white hugs you perfectly and Carlos can’t help but trace his fingers over your back, where the cut out of your dress is. You shiver under his touch and he can’t help run his tongue over his bottom lip.

You let out a mixture of a breath and a laugh at his question. “An hour- but you know how Max is with drinks? Bastien is even worse.” You say with a pout and your words are just enough to snap him back into reality.

He pulls away almost instantly, needing to remind himself that you’re not his tonight- or at all. You’re too tipsy and airy to notice, smiling at him so sweetly that Carlos almost thinks it's cruel. He wants to ask you where Bastien is, wants to know how little time left he had with you but as a cue your boyfriend appears, easily wrapping his arm around you to pull you close.

“Amour,” He says before leaning down to give you a kiss. Carlos clenches his jaw as he sees you two share a quick kiss and there is a small satisfaction in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you pulling away first. He doesn’t even hide the roll of his eyes when Bastien reaches for another one. Carlos can’t stand it, so he clears his throat, scratching his nose awkwardly to discreetly get you both to pull away.

“Sorry, just look at her. Can’t resist hm?” Bastien chuckles, wiping his lips with his thumb. There’s a smug look on his face and Carlos is thankful he isn’t a few drinks in because if that were the case he wouldn’t have hesitated to throw a punch or a shove. He doesn’t though.

“How about we grab more drinks no?” You offer and Carlos doesn’t miss your uncomfortable smile and the way you pull a bit from Bastien but he doesn’t say anything, instead nodding at you to take up on the drinks. He’s about to go but Bastien stops him.

“How about you go first yeah? I’ll catch up.” Bastien says to you and you frown a bit, eyes looking over at Carlos who is biting back a cocky smile. He didn’t want to admit it but he did like the fact that he was getting under Bastien’s skin without even trying.

“Bastien, let’s go.” You insist but Bastien shakes his head, giving your forehead a kiss instead. You look over at Carlos this time, not wanting to take a step but Carlos thinks fuck it and gives you a nod. “Fine, but if you both take too long I’m coming back.” You say before you’re turning to go to the bar. You force yourself to not look back, knowing you wouldn’t be leaving the pair alone.

“Listen,” Bastien starts, looking at Carlos. “I don’t care about your history with her and whatever happened but she’s my girlfriend. So back off from her hm?” Bastien says, voice suddenly sharp and cold.

Carlos laughs, rolling his eyes as he lifts his hands up in defence. “Mate, I’m backing off.” He says. Tell your girlfriend to back off of me he thinks of saying but he doesn’t. Instead he gives him a fake smile. He knew better than to cause a fuss with Bastien in a club, not only because the media would eat it up, but also because he knew you would hate it. Bastien doesn’t seem to think the same though because his hand goes on Carlos’ shoulder and at first Carlos doesn’t think much of it but soon the grip is tighter than necessary.

“Perfect. We don’t want any issues, or whatever, yeah?” He says and Carlos knows it's a threat, he can hear it in his voice. There’s a split second where he considers it, thinking about all the things he could say that would push Bastien’s buttons just right. He doesn’t though, not because he chooses not to, but because he feels another hand on his shoulder, tearing his attention away.

“Mate! Come on, let’s grab a drink.” It’s Lando, wide eyed and smiley. Carlos lets out a breath that he doesn’t remember holding and he’s suddenly thankful that his teammate had interrupted before he had made a bad decision.

“You should go find y/n. I’ll see you around.” Carlos says, instantly letting out an annoyed sigh when Lando pulls him away. The air was almost suffocating, and he can’t help but take a deep breath as he follows Lando towards the bar. “Joder, menudo cabron.” Fuck, what an asshole he murmurs and Lando rolls his eyes.

“Si, si Carlos.” He says and Carlos can’t help but gently shove his arm. “It’s your fault they’re here.”

“You told me it was fine,” He says defensively and Carlos knows he’s right.

“It’s fine,” He murmurs before nodding to the bar. “Let’s grab something. I definitely need a drink now.”

The music’s loud, and Carlos as always is not the type to dance, instead he watches most of his mates on the dance floor whilst he decides to sit out on the side. He’s moving his head to the music though, murmuring the lyrics under his breath as he watches everybody move around. He fights the smile on his lips when he sees Daniel and Max clearly having drank too much, moving to the music like their life depended on it. He’s too busy sneaking in a quick recording of the pair that he almost doesn’t notice you joining into the mix, Max being the one to pull you in.

Carlos can’t help but smile, remembering how well the two of you used to get along. You both had been menaces to him during the first few months he was in Toro Rosso, and it was nice to see you both reconnect again. It’s painful to see you rest of the drivers dance really, most if not all deciding to go with cheap and quick dance moves (and calling them dance moves was a generous feat). He thinks he’s gotten away with dancing when Max looks over to him, eyes locking. “No,” He mouths to Max when he sees him gesturing to come. Max smirks for a second and Carlos wonders why but before he knows it Lando’s next to him, pushing him to join the dancefloor.

To Carlos’ demise he joins, chuckling as they all cheer for him. Soon he’s dancing as well, doing an awful job at it too, but there’s just enough alcohol in his system that he doesn’t care too much of whatever video would surface the next morning in the group chat. It also could be that you’re watching him with a bright smile, that being enough encouragement for him to move and dance next to you.

He’s barely even a song in when your whole demeanor changes and you’re quick to step away from Carlos. Carlos frowns, for a second thinking he had stepped on your shoe or something but he feels a shoulder knock into his and Bastien’s soon walking past him to get to you. Bastien is quick, moving to give you a kiss in the middle of the dancefloor and Carlos looks away, turning to Lando. The way his body is pressing into yours has Carlos dragging Lando to the bar.

He doesn’t even catch the way you move away from Bastien, looking more upset than anything else.

By the time he’s back he’s sure plastered but he doesn’t care, the music suddenly sounds a lot better and the club is fuller. He’s loopy eyed and smiley, laughing at a joke Lando made that was probably not even that funny. You’re all at a table now, a quick recharge before you would all join the dance floor once more.

He’s surprised to see you by yourself this time and he slides into the seat next to you, flashing you a smile and you can’t help but laugh at the way his eyes unfocus slightly.

“Look who’s drunk now,” You laugh softly, poking him on his forehead and Carlos rolls his eyes, simply grabbing you by the wrist.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone.” Carlos smiles, he watches you closely, still holding your hand and for a second he notices that your smile wasn’t really meeting his eyes. You’re suddenly uncomfortable under Carlos’ gaze and you roll your eyes with a soft laugh, moving your hand away before looking over the guys.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Carlos asks and you nod, not looking back at him. He wants to press on further but the rest of the table has other ideas, already engaging you both in conversation.

“How about, we ask y/n which one of us she finds most attractive?” It’s Pierre that suggests it, and it’s innocent, the poor french man having no clue what he was implying. Carlos is too tipsy to not blush but there is a small smile on his lips as he folds his hands together before leaning on his knees, looking at you. He can see in the corner of his eyes that Lando’s smirking, whilst Max is looking around the table, simply amused by the whole ordeal.

“Bet it’s me.” Daniel says to which Charles and Pierre roll their eyes to. You’re looking around the table, hyperaware with the way they were all looking at you, waiting for you to answer but you shake your head. No way in hell you were giving any of them the satisfaction. It’s funny really, how they quickly go into a debate amongst themselves and you can’t help but listen, trying to nod along whenever someone made a good point.

“You know what. She would like me the most.” Pierre says boldly before looking over at you. “You have a thing for the french non?” He asks and you can’t help but blush a bit.

“I mean,” You’re about to answer but Carlos is butting it, far too drunk to stay quiet. It’s a cocky chuckle and he wipes at his lips as he asks.

“I don’t know, does she?” Your pink cheeks only turn redder and Carlos smirks when you gently shove his head away from yourself despite the smile that was on your lips.

“I heard she likes Spanish men.” Max jokes in his drunk stupor, laughing as he looks over you two and the joke goes over everybody’s heads, all of them laughing along. You’re grateful that they were all drunk, if not you would be definitely telling Max off.

“Am I wrong?” Max asks after a bit and you roll your eyes.

“I plead the sixth. I am not answering the question. My boyfriend is here, I am not answering who I find the most attractive.” You say. You know Carlos’ eyes are on you, hand gently snaking to rest on your knee under the table.

He gives your leg a gentle squeeze, “what if he wasn’t here?” Carlos is the one that asks the question and your eyes meet his almost instantly. Max and Lando are the only ones that feel the tension, instantly going quiet and sharing looks amongst each other.

“You know what? I’d choose Daniel.” You answer, wanting the conversation to end. Pierre and Charles scowl whilst Daniel cheers, already raising his glass for a toast that nobody agrees to do. Carlos is smirking though, pulling his hand away to cross his arms as he sits back on the seat.

“You’re all annoying,” You laugh off, soon getting up. “I’m gonna look for my boyfriend.” You stumble a bit on your feet, and Max is quick to get up.

“I’ll accompany you, I want to grab us more shots.” He grins, chuckling when the whole table groans. Max doesn’t listen to the pleas of the rest, heading off with you with the promising to bring more drinks back.

“So you and y/n?” Pierre is the one that asks, nodding at Carlos who tries his best to look confused, the alcohol doesn’t help his cause because Pierre simply snorts. He waits for Carlos to follow up, but when he doesn’t he just continues.

“Well I don’t like her boyfriend that much.” Pierre says with a shrug. “Talked to him a bit before since I heard he was French. He’s a bit weird.” Pierre says to which Charles nods.

“Seems like she’s interested in you though.” Charles chirps in and Carlos tries his best to hide his smug smile.

“We’re just good friends. She likes Daniel apparently.” He says with a chuckle to which Daniel rolls his eyes.

“Sure,” Daniel laughs. There’s a sudden sound from the other side of the club and there’s people yelling. Carlos is not the type to entertain the thought of people fighting, mainly choosing to stay away but the way Daniel gets up has him looking back.

“It’s Max,” he says and soon enough Lando and Carlos are offering to come with. They’re quick on their feet, quietly asking people to move to the side as they squeeze through the club. “He’s probably too drunk and someone pushed him.” Daniel says sighing as he walks towards the commotion. Carlos thinks so too, giving Daniel a nod in agreement.

“What the fuck is wrong with you mate?” It’s Max’s voice that he hears first after pushing past the crowd. He’s confused at his words, but tries his best to come closer. It’s ugly, there are people with their phones out, clearly aware of who Max was.

“You fucking came at me.” He’s pushing past the last person as he hears the words and his eyes fall on Bastien as soon as Max speaks again.

“You were kissing a random girl!” He says, clearly dumbfounded.

That’s when Carlos spots you but you’re not by yourself, another girl standing next to you, clearly apologising. He can’t see your face as your back is facing him but you can tell you’re trying to make yourself smaller, arms crossed over your body as you shake your head at her. It’s when Bastien steps closer to Max that you move towards him.

He’s not sure if you’re saying something to Bastien, probably asking him to calm down but the moment that you touch Bastien he pushes you back. It isn’t hard, but you don’t expect it and you almost stumble back, your heels not providing you much of a support.

Carlos is quick this time, jumping close to both hold you by your arm. He’s quick to look over your face and that’s when he realises: you’re crying. He’s pissed, seeing red really, almost to the point where he can’t even form words. He can see Bastien coming closer and he’s quick to stand between you two.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Is all he manages to say to Bastien, looking at him.

“Oh look who came to save you, you’re cute little ex boyfriend.” Bastien scoffs. He’s slurring his words, clearly too drunk, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to swing a punch towards Carlos. Carlos braces himself for the hit, simply holding you behind him but Daniel this time stops him, shoving him to the wall.

“Seriously dude, you’re too drunk. Get it together.” Daniel spits. “I’ll take him to the hotel.” He sighs out. Bastien is trying to put up a fight but Daniel is holding him in place.

It’s a mess, people are recording and Bastien is screaming, trying his best to fight Daniel off but Max is quick as well to hold him. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n! Fucking around with Carlos hm? All the way to the top of the team.” The words are mean and they stick to your ears and Carlos wants to punch the DJ who had decided the best decision was to lower the music’s volume.

There’s a mixture of anger and hurt sinking in your stomach and you don’t know what to do. You can’t see what’s going on as Carlos had decided to simply hug you to his chest to stop people from taking photos of you but Bastien’s words are loud and no matter how much Carlos was trying to shield you you could still hear every single one.

You’re all finally able to go to the table when the security shows up. They make sure to clear the way, clearly annoyed with the whole ordeal. It’s embarrassing and you can’t help but feel extremely bad for the rest of the group. Bastien could perfectly go home and have nobody ever talk about this again, but it was different for the rest of them. With the media and photos you didn’t even want to think about what the next headline would be.

The security is dragging Bastien out and the sight of it only makes you tear up even more. You’re grabbing your bag quickly, wiping your cheeks. “Where are you going?” Lando’s quick to ask and you look at the door.

“What? After that bullshit. You’re not going home with him.” Daniel says and he takes a deep breath. “I’ll go with him.” He offers and you’re instantly shaking your head.

“Please don’t do that. He’s my boyfriend, I brought him.” You say and the rest of the group is shaking their heads, clearly not backing down. Carlos is too annoyed to offer, and he is pretty sure if he does the night would end up much worse.

“I can do it yeah? Maybe he’ll calm down a bit.” Pierre offers and you feel even worse, shaking your head again. “No, I’m not taking a no for an answer. Charles will come with me.” Pierre says to which Charles nods, giving you a thumbs up.

“I’m really sorry guys.” You murmur and Daniel reaches over to give you a hug.

“Come on, it’s alright. You think we haven’t had our fair share of fights? I’m sure we’ve all had at least one friend be kicked out for a fight” He says before smiling and it’s so genuine that you can’t help but smile small yourself.

All of you decide to leave the club, not wanting to stay after the whole commotion as there were eyes on everybody. Thankfully you manage to wait for a ride through the back of the club, Charles knowing the promoters and asking for a quick favour. You all wait inside until Charles and Pierre leave with Bastien before you step out for the next car.

Max, Lando and Daniel pile in and there’s one empty seat left. “I can wait,” Carlos says gesturing you to go sit inside but you shake your head. “Seriously,” Carlos says softly.

“Actually, it might be best if she stays here for a while. Incase Bastien makes a fuss in the hotel.” Daniel suggests, looking over the younger drivers to see them all nodding in agreement. “You’re good with staying with her?” He asks Carlos and Carlos nods.

“As long as you’re good with staying with me?” he asks you and you’re wiping your cheeks, nodding. You want to say you’d be fine there by yourself, but you knew it wasn’t going to get through anybody.

By the time their car leaves you’re shivering a bit. It wasn’t too cold with the Monaguesque weather but you also figured it was the tiredness that had started to settle in.

“Here,” Carlos murmurs, gently hanging his jacket over your shoulders and you murmur a thanks, soon turning to him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and it’s a stupid question but you’re soon leaning into his chest, letting out a quiet whimper as his arms wrap around you to hold you close. It’s painful to see you like this, and he doesn’t know what else to do, simply kissing the top of your head. “Shh, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs, soon resting his chin on your head. He holds you there for a bit, rubbing over your back as he takes slow and deep breaths to calm you down.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. To you and the rest of the guys.” You cry, trying to move as close as you possibly could to the Spaniard. The only thing he can do is hold you closer, promising that it was fine, but he knows that you didn’t believe any of it.

By the time you both get to the hotel you’ve calmed down, but you stay tucked to his side, as if pulling away would only mean reality would swallow you whole.

“I don’t know what we can do. Should we get you another room?” Carlos asks softly once you both make it to your lobby and he’s surprised when you shake your head.

“Can I stay with you instead?” You ask and he knows he shouldn’t, knows that he doesn’t know what this would mean the next morning.

Your teary eyed look though has him ignoring his better judgement, quietly nodding instead so he takes your hand in his before walking to the elevators. His heart stutters when you intertwine your fingers together but he keeps his gaze forward as the elevator doors open.

Once you arrive to his room you both agree to shower, clearly sweaty and sobered up from all the commotion in the club. Carlos lets you go in first and he takes this time to clear his head, too many things were going on and he was struggling to process what had just happened. He just knew you were here now, with him, in his room. He lets out a heavy sigh as he lays on the bed, pressing his hands to his face. He doesn’t know how long he lays there like that, only sitting up when he hears you come out of the shower. Your towel is wrapped around you and he can’t help but look over you.

“Can I borrow your clothes?” You ask and Carlos nods, pointing you to his luggage before he goes to the shower to wash himself off too. He’s suddenly sweaty and burning all over, feeling like a teenage all over again. It’s awful and he feels awful but he can’t help but just think what this could mean for the two of you.

By the time he’s done you’re already in bed, tucked in. His towel is hanging low on his waist as he heads off to grab his boxers. “Can you pass me a pillow for the couch?” Carlos asks, soon slipping on his clothes. He decides to forego his shirt, simply ruffling his hair with the towel to get it to dry. He hears you say something back but your voice is so quiet that he can’t make out the words.

“What?” He asks slowly, coming closer as he goes to grab a pillow instead but this time you’re grabbing his wrist, shaking your head.

“Can you sleep with me?” You murmur, and it’s so soft that Carlos almost misses it.

“Y/n,” Carlos murmurs, shaking his head. His heart is beating out of his chest but you’re giving his wrist a squeeze.

“Please, I just- please.” You sniffle out and he’s letting out a shaky breath.

“I can’t do this, not with Bastien-”

You shake your head, “I’m done with him. I really am.” You say sniffling and Carlos is hesitant, he doesn’t know whether to trust you or not but you’re already pulling him under the sheets, and he can’t resist it. Carlos lets out a shaky breath as he feels your gentle touches on his skin. You’re so warm against him and he can’t help but to pull you close.

“He’s been cheating on me for a while now.” It’s a confession he doesn’t expect to hear and he has to pull away to look over you. “I just never saw it, but I knew. I thought he actually changed this time, I’m stupid.” You murmur and Carlos lets out a heavy sigh.

“Sometimes people do stupid things for the people they love.” Carlos says, and he knows part of him is telling that to himself. He’s gently brushing your hair out of your face, soon wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I don’t think I love him though. I love the idea of him.” You sniffle, looking over at Carlos. You look so small and broken, but Carlos can’t help but still think you look beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” Carlos says, “you deserve better.” I would treat you better, you know is what he means and you nod quietly. He’s watching you, looking down at how your fingers are slowly tracing patterns onto his chest and he lets out a soft sigh when you move closer.

“What do you want y/n?” Carlos asks, and he’s scared. Scared that he’ll regret asking the question. “I’m tired of playing this game of tug of war. I need to know what you want.” He murmurs and he can’t help but hold his breath when your fingers linger on his lips, gently brushing his bottom lip.

You’re soon connecting your lips with his and that’s enough of an answer for him. It’s different this time, slow and careful as your tongues slowly mould together. His hands are slowly creeping under your shirt, running his hands over your sides and letting out a soft sigh into the kiss.

His hands slowly run over your breasts, gently giving them a squeeze and he swallows down the moan that you let out into the kiss, happy to be able to feel you. “Come on,” he murmurs, soon pulling the shirt off you before he’s hovering above you. His eyes are trailing down your body and he can’t help but breathe out at the sight of you. “Eres hermosa,” You’re beautiful, he murmurs, more to himself, before he’s slowly trailing kisses down your neck. He can’t help the urge he has to litter every single part of your skin with marks, taking his time to map it out with his tongue. He knows it’s stupid, but he feels a pride settle in his stomach as he darkens the marks Bastien seemed to have left behind, hearing your voice gently moan out his name.

“You’re mine, hm cariño?” Carlos asks and you let out a breath, nodding as he trails kisses over your chest. His tongue goes over one of your nipples and you can’t help but whimper. He gently presses his teeth into your nub, your back arches slightly as you let out a hiss.

“Who do you belong to mi amor?” Carlos asks again and you’re hands are going down his torso, gently playing with the band of his boxers.

“Yours,” You breathe and he’s soon goind further down kissing over your thighs, his fingers slowly beginning to play with your folds. He smirks at the sight of you already swollen and throbbing.

“So wet for me.” Carlos says, gently pressing one of his fingers in, he’s almost dizzy at how easy he slips it in, soon slipping a second one as well.

“What do you want mi amor?” Carlos asks and you’re lifting your hips.

“Anything, I- please.” You murmur and that’s enough for Carlos to move his fingers, soon pressing them in deep. The breaths you let out sound like a symphony, and he’s moving his fingers faster, slowly deepening his movements. Your moans are mixing in with the sound of his fingers, and he can feel himself getting harder, the sight of you falling apart from his touches has him feeling euphoric.

“Oh,” You breathe out just as Carlos curls his fingers and he knows he’s hit the spot, his head ducks down to your legs and he’s quick to let his tongue play with your clit. He knows he’s doing it right when he feels you clench around him.

“Come on baby, you’re so close. So good for me.” Carlos murmurs and your legs shake as soon as you come, hand going to grip Carlos’ hair as you’re moaning his name out with a sinful cry that Carlos wishes he could have playing forever.

He lets you ride out your high, holding your hips in place, he only pulls away when you slowly release the grip on his locks and he can’t help but lick a stripe over your folds, loving the taste of you. He’s soon moving back up, kissing your lips before he’s slipping his fingers in your mouth. You’re quick to lap his fingers up, letting out a sigh when Carlos pulls his fingers away to give you another long kiss. He’s about to offer to just finish off by himself, knowing you were probably exhausted but your next words surprise him.

“Can I ride you?” You ask against his lips and you ask it so innocently that Carlos groans, how could he say no to you? He’s soon slipping his boxers off before he’s sitting to rest his back onto the headboard. You’re eager to go on his lap, holding onto his shoulders. Carlos holds your waist though, wanting you to slow down a bit. He wants to cherish the moment.

He cups your cheek once you sit down, groaning at the press of your thighs on his cock. You’re a bit out of it and Carlos needs to tap your cheek gently. “Look at me,” Carlos says softly and when he realises you’re not listening his hand travels down to hold your neck.

“I said look at me baby.” Carlos says, this time gently giving the sides of your neck a squeeze. He smiles when you finally look at him and he can’t help but pull you closer, soon giving your lips another gentle kiss. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. As much as he was enjoying it he had to ask you first and once you give him a smile and a nod he’s giving your lips another peck.

Carlos soon moves his hand back to your waist, slowly helping you sit up. He groans softly as he strokes himself, already painfully hard. “Wish I could record you like this baby, being such a whore for me hm?” Carlos murmurs, soon moaning when you sink down on him.

“Shit,” you breathe out, soon holding his shoulders. Carlos feels so big inside you and the press of him feels amazing. You soon settle down onto his thighs, and a part of you swears you can feel him a bit too deep inside you.

“You feel so good cariño, so so good.” Carlos breathes out and he lets you take your time before you slowly begin to move your hips. It feels amazing, the drag of your hips and the rhythm of your bounces has him groaning. He lets you do the work for a bit, simply sitting back and watching with a gentle hold of your waist and letting out praises in between his moans.

Your moans are mixing together, and Carlos can’t help but grip your waist, soon meeting your hips with his own. You almost lose your balance, digging your nails into his shoulders as he somehow feels even deeper. “Fuck baby, you were made for me.” Carlos groans as he slowly begins to move his hips more and the way you’re whimpering has him losing all his inhibition.

“Yours. Only yours.” You gasp out. Carlos groans when he feels you clench around him so he’s soon shifting, moving you on your back. His hand goes to your neck again, pressing your foreheads together. “Look at me,” he says, drilling his hips into you and you can’t help but have your eyes roll back, pressing your head into the mattress.

“Carlos, there. Please.” You beg when he angles his hips just right. “Please.”

His thrusts become deeper, moaning at the way you clenched around him. He sees your head fall back and your eyes slowly shut so he squeezes your neck again, a bit harder this time. “I said look at me y/n or you aren’t allowed to come.” Carlos pants out. He knows it isn’t true, knows that he possibly can never deny you- no- himself from the pleasure of seeing you coming undone but his words have you coming back to reality, gasping as you look at him

Your eyes are locked into his and you can feel the clench in the pit of his stomach. The adoration in Carlos’ eyes has your heart swelling. “Carlos,” you murmur and Carlos moves his hand to cup your cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You’re close hm? Show me how good I make you feel, how good I treat you.” Carlos says and his words have you crying out his name and digging your nails into his back.

Carlos groans, the sight of you pushing him over the edge too. He makes sure to deepen his thrusts, soon coming inside of you.

Carlos pants softly, your foreheads still pressed together and he can’t help but lean close to give you a gentle kiss. You slowly kiss him back, letting out a small whimper when Carlos slowly pulls out.

“Here, I’ve got you.” Carlos murmurs soon pulling you to his chest and you can’t help but lean close, letting out a shaky breath. “Are you good?” Carlos pants out and you’re nodding, out of breath yourself.

“I am, are you?” You ask and Carlos smiles, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Amazing.” He murmurs before he’s kissing your lips again.

It almost feels too real to be true.

And even the next morning, when he wakes up with you fast asleep and slumped next to him, he can feel his heart swell over a thousand sizes. He couldn’t believe it, he just had to be dreaming.

fin.

link to chapter 12 here

the long awaited moment!!! yall when i tell you i was struggling to piece it together. i wanted to make it worth it (and i really hope it was). anyways, put my whole carlussy into this (don't question my choice of words i am literally head empty after this chapter).

i'm excited to start focusing on them more and how their relationship will develop <3. anyways i hope u enjoyed. big smooch on the forehead for all of you.

pls dont be a ghost reader, would love to hear what you think<3

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