#we could probably get away with a holiday in france

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: Hii can I request a jealous!max verstappen x reader where they’re secretly dating but the other drivers keep flirting with her lol (anonymous)

Word Count: 580 words

(author's note: first f1 fic, i hope you all enjoy !! 🫶)

When Max and Y/N finally started dating, Max requested one thing from his girlfriend; they kept their relationship private. Y/N had agreed immediately, understanding that life as an F1 driver’s girlfriend could become stressful at times.

However, Max began to regret his decision when he spotted Y/N and Charles talking animatedly outside the Ferrari garage. He stood watching from afar, grinding his teeth in annoyance.

“So Max is taking you to Bali? That’s nice,” Charles commented, smiling at the woman in front of him.

“Yes, he is! When he heard it’s somewhere I’ve always wanted to go, he booked the tickets immediately. We’re going together at the start of the off-season.”

“That is the most Max thing I’ve ever heard. I'm excited for you, though, Bali’s gorgeous.”

Y/N laughed, “You’re not wrong. Are you and Alexandra planning on going anywhere?”

“I think she mentioned wanting to go to France? I can’t remember off the top of my head, but we’re definitely thinking of going away.”

“That sounds lovely. Please do tell her I say hello.”

Max had decided he couldn’t take it any longer. He stormed over to Y/N and Charles and put on the fakest smile he could muster.

“Everything okay over here? You both seem to be having fun.”

“Hi Maxie, Charles was just telling me about his holiday plans with Alex!” Y/N said happily, turning round to look at her boyfriend.

“Yeah? Well, I think we’re needed in the garage, so we should probably get going. Wouldn’t want to keep Christian waiting.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later Charles, good luck with the race!”

“Bye Y/N, see you around,” Charles replied, waving goodbye.

Max began walking off in the direction of the Red Bull garage, with Y/N hot on his heels. When they finally arrived, Y/N turned to face Max.

“I know Christian didn’t need us Max, are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

Max scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Maxie? You can tell me, I won’t laugh at you.”

“You talking to Charles made me a little jealous.”

“A little?” Y/N said, raising her eyebrow.

“Okay, a lot. I shouldn’t have pulled you away from him like that, I’m sorry, schatz.”

“It’s okay, lovie, just remember I'm yours and only yours.”

Max pulled Y/N into a grateful hug. He knew he could be irrational sometimes, but he was thankful that his girlfriend was always there to ground him and remind him that she loved him.

“I think,” Max started, “That I'd like to go public.”

“Are you sure, you know I don't mind either way, Maxie,” Y/N responded, looking up at her boyfriend.

“It might help if others know that you're mine. They should flirt with you less.”

Y/N slapped him gently on the chest, “They don't flirt with me Max, don't be ridiculous. It would be impossible for anyone to flirt with me when you're standing a metre away staring daggers at them.”

“I suppose, but I still want to tell everyone.”

“Okay then, whatever you want.”

Max pulled Y/N into another hug, “I'm sorry again for earlier.”

“It's okay, I know what you're like by now. You and your irrational thoughts.”

Max laughed, and the pair remained in each other's embrace for a while. Until Christian actually did need them both, and Max had to detangle himself from Y/N with a disappointed and discontented sigh.

[fushiguwu]

who is him? getou suguru

CHAPTER 1 from the Summer Fever's serie!

ft. dilf!getou and college student!reader

warnings: use of alcohol, making out, slight smut, reader's drunk but conscious, age gap, breath play, soft dom!getou, use of the names princess, lady, pretty girl.

words: 1.9k

MINORS DNI!

A couple years ago, your mom got married again. A nice, handsome and funny man. She really loved him, and he seemed to be a nice guy; not too young nor old, at his late thirties, a highschool teacher, Gojo looked way younger than he actually was — physically and mentally. They met on a dating app and a few months later got married. You thought that, maybe, people their age are afraid to never find someone again, and just get married as soon as they get into a relationship. Their wedding party was beautiful, for as long as you can remember: lots of friends and family members, some people you’ve never seen in your life, some people you wish you’d never seen in your life, but beautiful. Your mom looked happy, Gojo looked happy, so that’s all that matters. Some days after that, you’ve left the country to go to a fancy French university, thanks to your exchange scholarship — and your mom’s money. That was good to her too, she deserved to live a nice married life, you thought. 

You’ve lost some holidays, but sometimes, like this one, you could finally get home, after two years. God bless summer breaks. You spent the most time sleeping, the uber driving home too. You missed your mom and her dog — not Gojo, an actual dog. But, yeah, a little bit of him too. It was good to be home, to breathe the motherland’s air and to relax by the huge pool in your childhood’s backyard. 

While taking your sunbath, Gojo had told you that tonight a few friends would come by, and you didn’t have to feel uncomfortable, they were just going to drink some wine and talk about sports; apparently, that’s something that happens monthly, and for your lucky, it had to be at the day you got home and wished for some peace of mind. 

So, for the time you got off the pool and they came, by six in the afternoon,you didn’t leave your room. Not until an angel sends you a message: 

 “Hey, I’ve heard u in town, wanna hang out?”

So you text your angel —Nobara, back, saying you’d be there in an hour. You and Nobara have known each other since high school, even with the loss of most of your friends due to distance, you two kept in contact as much as you could. You’ve forgotten to talk about your arrival, what a bad friend. Lucky for you, your mom absolutely loves Kugisaki and probably texted her about your comeback one week before. 

After getting ready, you go downstairs to call an uber. Gojo’s friends were all over the living room, laughing and drinking. Just some old men doing old men stuff. You pass through them as unnoticed as you could possibly be. Until Gojo saw you and screamed out your name, just when you approached the exit.  He then goes to you, with the open smile he always keeps on face, “Hey, guys, this is my stepdaughter, she came from France today!” you couldn’t be more ashamed. You say a shy “hi” and they were all smiling at you like you were a baby or something.

“Gojo, she’s at the age of Getou’s girls, they could’ve been friends! So sad, Getou ain’t here today.” a man with blonde hair says so, and you give him a little smile. 

“Yeah, yeah of course! We should talk about it with him, right? Isn’t their birthday soon?” Gojo says, electric with the possibility of you being friends with his friend’s daughters. 

“Hum, yeah, it would be nice, I guess”, you slowly get away from Gojo, “but, hum, I really gotta go now. Thanks, Satoru! Nice to meet you guys!” and like a flash you disappear out the door, leaving your stepdad with a huge question mark above his head. “These young girls… Always in a hurry…” Gojo says, more to himself than to the other men in the room.

When you got to the bar, Nobara was already there, waiting for you. “Why did you take so long?” She looked upset. You try to tell her about Satoru’s drunkenness, the men in your house, the shame you’ve got yourself into, but she’s bringing you inside, and the music was so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. She, then, waves to someone, and lets go of your hand. How she found someone through that crowd, you would never know. “Wait here for a minute, imma get us some free drinks, ‘kay? Stay here!” and just like that she disappeared through the sea of people, leaving you by yourself. You literally just arrived and Nobara’s already gone, goddamnit. 

So you waited for her for what seemed like hours —ten minutes, but every minute you kept asking if that’s what you came for: to stay still in the middle of the dance floor, like a souvenir. If you knew it’d be like this, would've stayed at home with those drunk dudes watching football. After a couple more minutes, you give up on your friend and head up to the bar. 

You ask the bartender for a beer, but it just didn't feel enough. and then another one, which you found tastier than the last. And another one, the beer started tasting funny. And when you were about to ask for more, a little bit dizzy, you felt a huge silhouette approaching you. 

“I’d like to pay for your drink, if you don’t mind” you hear a low male voice say, just behind your body as he puts his wallet on the counter, in front of your bottle. You look up at him through your shoulders, his face a few inches from yours, his smell-like-expensive wood perfume flooding your thoughts and even by the lowlights you could say he looks way too good — or maybe you were just drunk and under the effect of his cologne.

“Shouldn’t you ask me if I’d like a drink first? How inelegant.” You were clearly affected by the alcohol, and he could tell. He, then, smirks down at you with his whole teeths.

“Well, it seems that you enjoy a drink way more than pretty ladies like you usually do” and you flushed, as for him to think you’re pretty, and for seeing that you are a bit drunk. But you wouldn't give in so easily like that. You frowned and pouted up at him.

“And what do you know about me, huh? What if I am no lady?” you sit now facing him from down, with a weird feeling on your stomach, you didn't know if wanted to throw up or if he was just making you nervous. He gets closer, turning your swivel bar chair around for him, opening your legs a little so his body could be in the middle. Go up your body with his hands gently and slowly from your side thighs till your waist. The weird feeling now manifests through all your body, like a hundred butterflies were inside you, trying to come out. It just grows stronger as his face approaches your ear, you couldn't move a single finger under his spell.

“Yes, I don’t know anything about you, princess. Please, forgive my anti-chivalry”. his hands tightened but it still felt so dearing you could melt by it only. He held your chin, looking deep into your dizzy eyes. You looked so helpless, so given in his arms, even with all those people around, you could only see him and him only. “But, if you ain’t no lady, it leaves only the pretty, then”. You bite your lip, unknowing what to say to him after that. Anyone else saying that and you would have absolutely cringed, but from his mouth it just sounded so right. Everything he said sounded so intrinsically right that you felt like agreeing blindly even if he called you for a bank robbery. You felt a bit more dizzy every time he’d speak with his such charming deep voice close to your neck.

“Would you like to know, then?” A few seconds passed by for your courage to appear, and you couldn’t help noticing his lips forming a nasty smile. His eyes travel yours, going from one to another, not sure if he should do the next move. You looked so helpless under him, he thought. Your eyes wander through his lips, and eyes, and nose, and every single detail you could get within the low beam — close to none. Without a word being said therefore, like the permission was implicit, he puts his fingers on your chin and kisses you, sweetly, slowly, just like you deeply craved for. And, just like that, all those butterflies disappeared. You enlace your hands on his neck—feeling his silky long hair made you gasp into his mouth. It all seemed so right, just like a fever dream your drunk and feverish head was making up to you.

His tongue touches yours in a sinful yet heavenly dance, leaving the sweetness behind gradually. You feel his hands getting down from your chin to your throat, squeezing it softly, almost like testing your bondages. The fire within your mouth runs down your body as his hands tighten around your neck. You moan lowly as he does so, and it just makes him squeeze more. You could feel him smiling through the kiss. All you thought of was him. Him… Him… But, who was him? 

“Wait, wait!” you suddenly break the kiss, breathing heavily “I-I don’t even know your name yet!” He laughs at your nervousness, how adorable you are. 

“I’m Suguru”. Suguru. Such a pretty name, you think. And then you say your name to him, taking on some breath still. He runs his hand through his long raven hair, and just so you feel that his touch has left your body. “So, princess, can I take y-“

He couldn’t even finish his sentence as you jumped off your seat. Nobara screams your name from behind him, absolutely mad —as if you weren’t the one who should be pissed off with her. “Where have you been? Didn’t I ask u to stay there? I’ve been looking for you the whole night!” Her face was red. You wanted to say a lot of things to her, but at the same time you were still processing her sudden appearance and the thought of someone else in your mind absolutely clouded by Suguru’s face—not even remembering you came with her after all that happened in this silly little bar chair. After a few seconds Nobara realized what was happening, swallowed dry and cleaned her throat. She kept looking up at Suguru as talked to you, kind of mesmerized, perhaps. He, on the other hand, seemed very much confused.: “hum, anyways… I think we should get going, though. Things didn’t go as planned and there’s a mad vip security’s man coming after me. I got an uber for us, explain it later”.

You couldn’t protest nor say anything as Kugisaki took your arms and got you up. “Calm down, Nobara, I was…!” Was what? She couldn’t hear you. And if she did, wouldn’t care now. You seek Suguru, looking like a puppy as gets carried to the veterinary. You try to take his hand and he goes after you for a few seconds, but the crowd makes it hard to follow. 

“See ya, pretty girl”. You could read his lips say, and felt his body getting far from yours so fast. You tried to slow Nobara down, but when you look back at him again, he was already gone, like he never really existed and it was all just in your delusional head.

[haikyu-mp4]

Hello! I wanted to request for the 300 followers event, congrats!!! Applying with Tendo, I am organised and a problem solver (sorry, it's the same as the example, but the idea was tempting 😅).

thank you!!! it's in the example for a reason, what a great choice! you are very much hired<3

Time to spare

Tendo is a regular and finally asks you out, for the now hiring! event

word count; 792 – f!reader

You always noticed the tall man with red hair who seemed to never have time to spare but still took the time to thank you for your amazing coffee before rushing off.

Tendo came in a couple of times a week, always during rush hour, and you assumed he was on his way to work. Unfortunately, rush hours in the café were rough, so you never had the time to ask him about his job, or anything else for that matter, without it seeming weird. He was probably just a kind man who wanted coffee. But still, your eyes would scan the crowd curiously at the same time every day, wondering if you would get to see him.

One day he was determined to spend time getting to know you because it was finally a bank holiday in France and the old ladies he charmed into buying double rounds of chocolate a week ago said he deserved a day off. He took their advice, leaving the sign on closed as he exited in his nicest shirt. Ushijima said he looked sumptuous, which he’s not quite sure what means, but it sounded really good and came along with a thumbs-up emoji.

Should I get her flowers? No, that’s too much… but if she agrees on a date, I will definitely get her flowers.

There was a certain spring in his step as he made his way to the café. Tendo couldn’t wait to finally have the time to talk to you, and he wasn’t even looking inside as his eyes zeroed in on the door handle and he grabbed it, pulling…

It’s a bank holiday… so the café was closed too.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face when he noticed the café was completely dark, which he should have noticed much earlier. He already started considering what other day he could take off when he had so many orders, but then there was a sound of footsteps behind him that made him turn around.

“Hi,” you said, a bit awkward as Tendo was currently just blinking at you in surprise. There was a set of keys in your hand, clinking as you put your arm down after a small wave.

“It’s not closed?” he asked, pointing at the closed door that he was still blocking without thinking about it.

He had a box of six delicious chocolates in his hand, pointer finger nervously rubbing the edge which made the glue loosen slightly just on the corner. Inspired by some Valentine’s Day traditions where he came from, he thought it might be a way to impress, even though that date was far away.

“We open a bit later because of the bank holiday,” you explained sweetly, stepping closer and hoping he might move away from the door. “If you have time to wait, I can still make you your usual.”

“I have all the time in the world today,” he said, so happy to see a warm blush beside your eyes that were crinkled from your smile.

“Great! A Vienna Coffee, right?”

And as Tendo followed you inside, he glanced down at the box in his hands but decided he shouldn’t ask before getting his coffee, so that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable if you rejected him. So he stuck around and tried not to be in the way as you readied the café for opening, chatting away about things like his unusual coffee order that you had to look up the first time to make sure you did it properly.

You finally put his coffee down on the counter with his name on it followed by two small hearts. After talking to you, Tendo felt no less sure about wanting to ask you out, so he held out the box in exchange for grabbing the coffee.

“I made them, wondered if you might join me on a date sometime?” he asked, straight forward as ever. His eyes were wide as he looked at you, taking in your reaction and somewhat preparing himself for the possibility that you would say no.

“You made them?!” you squealed, covering your mouth to not alert your coworker who had come in and handled another order while you talked to Tendo. You opened the box, gasping again at how good they looked. “I can’t eat at work so I’ll save them, but that’s so sweet of you,” you cooed, looking up at him with a pout. He smiled that cute smile of his, leaning forward with his hands on his hips.

“So what do you say?” he asked, wondering if you were avoiding the dating part.

“About a date? Definitely yes. Could you show me how to make chocolates like this?”

“That would be my pleasure.”

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[specialagentlokitty]

Carol Danvers x reader - always a little jealous

Heyyy OMG I love reading your works so much. I admire you for having the time and inclination to write so much of it. I'm always busy, but when I have time, I lose inspiration for anything 😭. I have a request for Danvers x reader. How about we switch roles now and make Carol jealous of the reader, pleasee. As I already said, I love your works and I would be happy if you wrote it with willingness and inspiration 💖 because I wouldn't want you to be too busy. Have a nice evening/day depending on when you read this 😘🥰 - Anon💜

Hand in hand with your girlfriend, you smiled up a little at her before turning back to the beach in front of you.

“When do you have to go again?” You asked.

Carol sighed softly, giving you hand a small squeeze.

“In a couple of weeks, I don’t know when I’ll be back I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I understand. You do important stuff.”

Carol turned you to face her, and she placed her hand on your cheek.

“You’re the most important aspect of my life, you know that right?”

“Of course I do sweetheart.”

Leaning forward, you kissed her cheek and leant into her so you could go back to watching the beach.

You loved watching the water, and with everything going in space and the universe, it was relaxing for her to just stand there.

No aliens.

No wars.

Just you.

The beach.

The slowly setting sun.

It was these moments that helped her get through everything.

Carol stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“What’ll you do while I’m away?”

“I’ll probably just work, though I got a holiday with Benny soon.”

“Benny?”

“Yeah, you remember my friend at work?”

You felt Carol nod her head.

“Yeah it’s him, we’re both heading to France for a week.”

“France? Really?”

You turned around, leaning against the railing and you looked at her, raising a brow in question.

“What’s wrong with France?”

“You’re going on a holiday with your friend to one of the most romantic counties?”

“Oh my god Carol, we’re just going skiing.”

You ducked under her arms, going to the railing you sat on the ground and dropped under it into the sand.

“Hey! Don’t run!”

Carol climbed over and jumped down, jogging over to catch up to you.

“But why France? That’s our thing…”

“Cause it’s one of the best ski resorts we could find, plus we’re going to do some exploring.”

“But that’s our thing, plus he hits on you.”

You looked at her.

“Carol, Benny doesn’t hit on me.”

She stood in front of you, stopping you from walking away from her.

“He hugs you all the time, gets as close as he can to you, he’s always complimenting you. He kissed your cheek the other day in front of me…” she grumbled.

“Yeah, that’s normal you know that.”

Carol walked over to you, walking behind you she wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“But you’re not his, you’re mine… I’m dating you now him…”

“I’m yours?” You laughed slightly.

“Uh huh…”

Carol placed a kiss on your shoulder then one on your cheek, holding you a little tighter.

“I don’t appreciate people trying to take you away…”

“Carol?”

She hummed.

You rested your head on hers.

“He’s gay sweetheart.”

“Oh…”

You laughed, turning in her arms so you could look at her.

Carol grinned a little bit at you.

“You are so jealous!” You laughed loudly.

“I am not…” she grumbled.

Leaning forward, you softly kissed her before pulling away.

“It’s okay to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous…”

“You’re jealous of a gay guy.”

Carol placed her forehead against yours, and you smiled a little bit.

“So jealous…”

“Shut up…”

You laughed, and leant forward to kiss her again before pulling away.

You tired to wonder off but Carol took your hand, holding it in hers so you couldn’t walk away.

She was definitely jealous but she wasn’t going to admit that, but you knew despite knowing about Benny she was still going to be jealous

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Pet

@jegulus-microfic February 18 Word count 848

Previous part First part

“I don’t know what you mean.” Regulus’s fingers moved towards his wand. 

“Reg, you forget I was there when you were with James at Hogwarts. I’ve also seen what Remus’s fists can do. Those bruises were perfect. Admit it, you basically just had a week’s holiday with your honey bun while we planned a fight.” Evan hadn’t even batted an eyelid. He looked so calm. Regulus was shitting himself. 

“So? What are you going to do about it?” Regulus’s emotionless mask was firmly in place, but he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“Nothing,” Evan shrugged. “You saved Barty. If you’re going behind the Dark Lords’s back to hang out with a bunch of know order members, you must have a good reason why.” 

“I really was captured. Sirius appeared when we were taking the supply house and ambushed us. He tied me up and took out the others.” He felt the need to explain. Evan was his oldest friend, and he’d always had a way of getting Regulus to spill his guts. “That mad Auror, Moody, tortured me for a while but gave up when I didn’t talk.”

“So they used Potter against you?” Evan interrupted.  Regulus nodded. 

“Yeah, him and Sirius.” He paused, debating on telling him the rest. “Dumbledore came to see me.”

“Shit Reg.” Evan gaped. 

“He told me either I help them or they’d send me to Azkaban.”

“So what are you doing for them then?” Evan questioned. 

“Information. They want to know who’s saying what and any major plans that come up. Are you going to give me away?” He had to as. He couldn’t leave without knowing if he was safe or not. 

“No, Reg. I won’t say anything.” Evan sighed and dragged a hand through his hair as he mulled something over. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually care about what Voldemort and that lot believe. I only got this thing,” He held up his left arm, letting his sleeve fall to reveal the snake and skull tattoo that matched Regulus’s own. “Because my father forced me. If I’d had a choice in the matter, I’d probably have taken Barty and Pan and gone to France or something.” He shrugged, not bothered at sharing the information that would sign his death warrant if Voldemort heard him. Regulus gave him a sad smile. 

“Same here.” Evan snorted. 

“Wow, our parents are dicks.” They both burst into laughter. “Are you getting immunity out of it if that side wins?” Evan asked, looking like he really wanted to know the answer. 

“Yeah, if I give them enough good information,” Regulus told him truthfully. 

“Do you think they’d do the same for me and Barty if I help you?” Evan shuffled nervously. 

“I can ask. If I ask James, he’ll do everything he can.” He couldn’t quite believe that Evan had felt the way he did. That was the curse of the mark. Everyone was too scared to say what they really felt in case it got back to Voldemort. Because he’d just have them disposed of, he had plenty of followers to replace those he had killed.  

They walked back through to Evans's bedroom, closer than they had been before, a new bond firmly formed. 

They were greeted upon their return by a grumpy Barty and a mass of silver-blonde hair. 

Pandora, Evan’s twin sister, was sitting on the bed next to Barty, patting him on the head like a disgruntled pet. 

“Evan, she’s doing it again,” Barty complained as he tried to evade Pandora’s hand.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Barty. You love it when I pet you.” Pandora said, smiling happily at him. “Here, have a chocolate frog.” She passed him the treat. Barty appeared somewhat appeased. At least he didn’t complain again. 

“What do you want, Pan?” Evan asked. She stood from the bed and floated over to them, her feet bare. 

“Father wants to speak with you. Hi Reg,” She added as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. He could feel the oily residue left from her lipstick. There’d be a perfect lip mark on his face. 

“Hello, Pandora. How are you?” He asked her politely. He tensed when she snuggled her head into his neck. 

“Oh, you know, bored. You boys all get to go out and have fun, and I have to be the perfect Rosier princess and sit in my ivory tower.” She sighed dramatically. 

“Oh, shut up, Pan, we all know you sneak you’re girlfriend in here all the time.” Evan teased his sister. Pandora winked at him and removed herself from Regulus’s neck. 

“I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye, darling.” She waved at Barty and blew him a kiss before smiling wickedly at Evan as she left.

“I swear if she didn’t keep me in such a good supply of sweets, I’d find her very annoying.” Barty grumped as he licked melted chocolate from his fingers. “So, Reg.” He said, looking up at Regulus and sucking a final finger. “You a spy then or what?”   

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[chibrary]

ARTICLE: "How to stay friends when you're F1 rivals" (Autosport Plus, 2019)

There's always one, isn't there? Just after you've comfortably settled into your seat, clicked the seatbelt across your lap, and are scanning for a decent film on the seat's screen in front of you - someone asks you to move.

It was on the late-night flight out of Bahrain after this year's race that F1 Racing became aware of such a scenario unfolding: passengers being politely asked if they wouldn't mind moving seats so two chums could take up seats together. The architects of this kerfuffle, the two friends who became reunited at 30,000 feet, were none other than Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc.

"We grew up together," explains Gasly. "We first met in 2005, when I was about nine and our parents became really close. As families, we spent holidays, staying on boats together in the south of France and five years later we became team-mates in karting. That year I probably spent more time with Charles than I did with my own parents.

"One of my first F1 memories was when I went to visit Charles at his Monaco home during the grand prix weekend. His parents' house was miles away from the track and yet I could hear the cars, 3-litre V10s, in morning practice. We were so far from the circuit - yet it was super impressive."

Perhaps it was no surprise Gasly was so enchanted by the sound of a racing engine, as he comes from a family steeped in motorsport. In fact, he is the third generation of Gasly to become successful on four wheels.

"I don't think a lot of people know this, but my grandmother, Yveline Gasly, was a karting champion. My father was also a racer in karting, rallying and in endurance events - and a French champion too. I also have four older brothers and three of them raced in karting.

"So, from three years of age, my mother used to take me in a buggy that she pushed around and I would make engine noises. From a very young age, I was always part of motorsport."

Gasly won the French karting championship in 2010 driving for Sodikart when he was team-mate to his younger friend Leclerc, who was runner-up that year. It is the pictures of the two of them together (aged 14 and 13) that Gasly has shared with F1 Racing this month.

"We had a really good fight for the championship and it was a good time testing on tracks together and racing," says Gasly. "Although I moved on to single-seaters before Charles, we still have a very close friendship as he's a nice, kind guy."

Fifteen years after they first met the pair find themselves racing together in Formula 1, and following their recent graduation to Red Bull and Ferrari, they could easily find themselves sharing a podium once more.

In the early part this year, it's been Leclerc that has made more of an impression with his assured performances for Ferrari, while Gasly admits he still isn't yet fully comfortable behind the wheel of the Red Bull RB15.

Pre-season was blighted by two large accidents in testing and it's taken him time to get up to speed.

"It's fair to say that I don't feel as comfortable in the Red Bull as I was in the Toro Rosso last year," concedes Gasly. "In a way I found a direction quickly in the Toro Rosso to get the best out of it.

"But I've found it's a bit tricky in the Red Bull. I don't feel I can have the input I want inside the cockpit - it's quite inconsistent. It doesn't do what I expect it to do in one corner and then in another it's different again. The main thing is trying to drive the car as I would like it to be."

The environment at Red Bull is notably pressurised, as former drivers and power unit suppliers will attest, but Gasly hopes he will be afforded the time to adapt. Before the season began, team boss Christian Horner admitted Gasly has been "elevated 12 months before we'd ideally like" but more recently suggested his confidence had been growing.

"He had a tough pre-season, with the two incidents in testing putting him on the back foot, but at each grand prix he's got stronger and stronger," says Horner.

"I think more seat time will be extremely beneficial to him and as we come back to circuits that he's more familiar with, I think we'll see him make further progress."

The continuity for Gasly after his first full season at Toro Rosso has been the Honda power unit - which Red Bull is using for the first time in 2019. In addition, his engine engineer has moved over from Faenza to Milton Keynes with him.

Gasly has a familiarity with the Japanese manufacturer's working practices and culture, learning much when he spent most of 2017 racing in Super Formula in Japan.

Gasly made a surprise F1 debut in Malaysia that year when Daniil Kvyat was dropped by Toro Rosso, and he was surprised again when he was promoted to Red Bull for this season when Daniel Ricciardo made his unexpected decision to quit the team for Renault.

"When [Red Bull consultant] Dr Marko called me I could not believe it," says Gasly about the turn of events last August that led to his drive at RBR.

"I was so sure he [Ricciardo] was going to stay at Red Bull. At first Marko told me they were going to take their time and look at the options for next year - he said to enjoy the summer break and to try and disconnect from everything.

"Of course, it's not possible when you have something like a Red Bull drive in your mind.
I was waiting and there were two clear options, either to stay at Toro Rosso or move to Red Bull. Then Helmut called me back about two weeks later to say they had decided to take me for this year and that they thought I was the best option for the team for 2019."

Gasly's promotion has pitched him as a direct rival to his old friend Leclerc, but don't expect their on-track duel to come between their friendship. Indeed, don't be surprised to see the pair holidaying together again this year.

"We still text a lot, although it's harder now with our agendas to organise things, but every year we try and plan a trip away together in the summer," says Gasly. "It didn't happen last year, but we'll try again this year."

Better make sure they book the plane tickets at the same time then, to avoid any more last-minute seat-swapping...

[alatariel-gildaen]

Everything's going wrong, and I really feel like I'm about to lose it.

Firstly, we're stuck in a maisonette with rising damp and mould, and the freeholders are doing precisely NOTHING about it all.

This has caused major respiratory conditions for all three of us. The worst of the damp and mould is in my disabled son's bedroom - this is what it currently looks like in there

The wallpaper and plaster have fallen away, the wall itself is actually wet, I'm cleaning mould up every day. We've had to throw away toys, bedding, books, and clothes of his that have been destroyed by mould.

We can't move, because we own the flat and no one will buy it with this problem, and we can't fix it ourselves, because its a structural issue that is the responsibility of the freeholder, and they have done nothing but ignore our pleas for the last 2 and a half years.

Ok, ready for the rollercoaster that's making me lose it? Strap in.

Now, as my son is disabled, and we're a relatively low income family, we were able to apply to the family fund for a holiday, something we've not been able to afford to do for YEARS.

This Friday, we're due to fly out to the south of France for a week. The FF awarded us £500 towards the holiday, but we had to pay the rest out of our savings, costing us just about £1200, and depleting our savings to nothing. We figured it'd be worth it - the holiday park we're going to sounds utterly perfect for him, with lots of nature, wildlife, and secure facilities with easy access. Something we simply wouldn't have even considered without the FF's help. Yes, it was still expensive, but the memories would be utterly priceless.

A couple of week's ago my car's engine light came on. Honestly something I'd probably be ignoring right now normally, but my husband was due to take his driving test in it this week before we fly out, and we are pretty sure that you can't take it in a car with the engine light showing. We managed to get it seen, and it requires around £800 worth of repairs. I cannot function without a car - it's absolutely vital for transporting my son and keeping him safe.

As I mentioned before, we've all had respiratory problems linked to the mould. My poor son seems to have a permanent frog in his throat. I've been diagnosed with asthma following a cough that I've had now since last November. A few weeks ago, my husband developed a similar nasty cough. And last week that cough suddenly got worse. He was vomiting due to the cough, in pain from head to toe, shivering and shaking.

Yesterday it was so bad, we called NHS 111, and they were so worried, they sent out an ambulance.

He's been admitted to hospital with pneumonia caused by the damp and mould. He can't take his driving test (obviously) and we are most likely going to lose out on our holiday.

I'm self employed but been unable to work much due to illness, but I'm going to have to put that aside.

So, I'm begging you, please help out a struggling artist, mother to a disabled child, and wife to a terribly ill husband. If I can book in a few pet portraits, I'll be able to cover our mortgage this month, and hopefully recover some of our lost holiday money, as well as keep my car on the road.

Here are some examples of my work.

Mostly I work in coloured pencil on pastelmat, although occasionally I can also do drafting film (if the subject allows for it) Commissions are £140 for an A4 piece and that will include postage to anywhere in mainland UK - outside of the mainland, of course I'll have to charge extra for postage.

I appreciate these aren't cheap, but a lot of work goes into them. If you could please reblog to get this seen, I would appreciate it so so much.

I am in the process of setting up a website for these, but feel free to contact me here in the meantime.

Thank you so much for taking time to read, and reblogs to signal boost are hugely appreciated

[landinrris]

(same anon as the one who yapped about early norrix)

& NOW FROM A FICTIONAL ROMANTICIZED POV BC I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

i know a lot of ppl headcanon them as quick, instant connection, fast and furious kinda love. met in 2022 and could not be separated since. my counter-offer: slow burn.

think about how lando was listening to martins music for a while now. think about them being moots before they met in 2022. (i....think. not 100% sure but LET ME HAVE THIS.) think about how their in-between mutual friend was probably max v, who we all know is a close friend of both martin and lando. THINK about the ANTICIPATION. THE LONGING. THE WATCHING EACH OTHER THROUGH SCREENS. THE BUILDUP TO THEIR FIRST MEETING.

like to me nothing will ever be as slow burn-y as being internet besties. maybe they were friends and then they saw each other in person and BOOM. fell in love. used the winter break as their honeymoon. wrote songs about him. soft launched on instagram. stole his shirt. the rest is history.

Hello for part 2! 😅

Oof yeah, I do love a good slowburn. If you will allow me to add my two cents into the (fictionalized) shippy side of things. The slowburn of when they met is great especially when you consider that Lando was still in a relationship in August Ibiza 2022. They stay friendly, Lando throws himself into DJing because Martin encourages it and it's an excuse to hang out together outside of race weekends.

When they go to Finland/Ibiza in January 2023, that's when things start to slowly shift. Maybe they start something casual? But by the time they get to New York/Canada, they're on the downward spiral to giving in/acknowledging actual feelings. Up until recently, I liked to headcanon that Spa 2023 was the breaking point. When you consider Lando sits as close as he can get backstage during the Tomorrowland set while Max sits like 5 miles away with Kelly and the rest of the family. Then following the set, Martin and Lando go out together, and then the next morning/afternoon Lando's in Amsterdam posting views from Martin's balcony. Cue summer and the rest of the season. The way Lando (and Jon) is so over-the-moon to see Martin in Vegas... [I've talked about my thoughts on this scenario in a little more detail here]

And then I spent the last three months rotting with Josie about the prospect that maybe somewhere in these last months is a better timeline. Maybe in Vegas they were on the precipice-- aware of their feelings but unsure how to act on them yet. Martin making the effort to show up in France for the ski trip in the middle of his busy end to the year was pretty significant, and it's been history ever since.

And now post winter holidays, they're comfortable enough in who they are and their relationship that they don't mind toeing the line that much more until it gets to an "if you know, you know," type thing.

[theretirementstory]

23/06/2024. Sharing memories from 2022 when a visit to Paris meant seeing the sights, even if from a distance. Not like to visits to Paris now which entail seeing the inside of a hospital building!

I arrived in Paris on Monday supposedly for three days, but I suppose by now you know how it goes, anything that can go wrong will go wrong! It’s all about my blood count, namely the platelets which even with meds, daily transfusions etc will not rise above an 8. A healthy person has a low platelet count if it falls below 150 so you see the problem. Treatment is due tomorrow so I only hope that that will trigger a positive response.

I was a bit grumpy when they said I had to stay in hospital, I hadn’t brought much in the food line with me, can you believe the doctor, yes THE DOCTOR went shopping for crisps and Mars Bars for me! My white blood cell count increased and I was allowed to go to the cafeteria to take a coffee, on my own! It was good to be allowed out of my room, I did some crosswords and then came back. It was short lived though as the count fell the following day 🤔.

My “boy scouting skills” let me down this time as I only brought two books with me and am now having to limit the number of chapters I read a day 😩. Plus my electoral papers are 3.5 hours away so I doubt I will be able to cast my vote. What a flaming “to do”.

It’s the Euros football competition and my two teams, England and France are making hard work of it. Am I surprised? Not really, too many matches may be tiring out these footballers who are placed on pedestals only to be “kicked off” when they fail to achieve all that they have been bolstered up to do.

The Tour de France starts on the 29 June, another opportunity for “athlete bashing” when our hopefuls fail to achieve.

It’s the Spanish Grand Prix this weekend and another sport where more and more dates are added all to make someone a lot of money. This used to be the sport I followed in the days of Damon Hill, Mika Hakkinen etc etc. It was a time when the drivers actually drove the cars, I haven’t watched it for 7 years now but feel like it’s not the same. Ok I know things have to change but surely for the better. (This is my opinion only).

Just in case you had forgotten we have had the longest day and summer has officially arrived (somewhere).

Last night “The Photographer” and “The Jetsetter” went to the Coop Live in Manchester to see “The Killers” and “Travis”. Still waiting to hear how it went.

“The Photographer” started his new job this week, it looks as if it was a good week. He was invited to the “Summer Bash” in London this coming Friday, sounds like fun. As well as starting the new job, it’s a new place to live and he wants to make friends so managed to find a group where he could have a game of football, to fill in one evening. All positive stuff.

“The Reconnect Navigator” was out on an organised Ghost Hunt last night. It wasn’t “The Trainee Solicitors” thing so no idea what he was doing, probably lost in a book! It’s been another busy time for him this week going between Uni and work. Another two weeks of this course and it will be over and he can settle back into his job.

I am pleased that my family are doing so well, it’s good to be able to do things independently as it gives you more to talk about with your partner. Well I guess that’s how it works 😉.

So many friends, French, English and American have been in touch with me, trying to find out how I am. It’s great to have all these people rooting for me.

Anie seems to have been having a good holiday, she was in the Loire the other day, presumably heading home.

Friday night, all over France, was the fête de la musique. The centre of Bar-sur-Aube was taken over with musical activities, jazz, rock, choirs, duo’s or single singers. It looked to be buzzing! That’s what I like about France always some sort of fete to get you out and about.

Not sure if either of these songs were sung but here are my picks for this week.

The first is by No Doubt, it’s “Don’t Speak” from 1996.

The second is by The Verve, it’s Bitter Sweet Symphony from 1997.

Such choices for me this Sunday morning: a crossword perhaps, or a snooze or maybe I can read my 15 chapters of the book, decisions, decisions!

Whatever you are doing today, I hope the sun shines on you.

Have a good week until next week.

[holidayvisa]

13 January 2024 - Woke up at 6 am. At Redfern Station by 7 am. We hear the thump thump thumping of a loud bass, and we look up to see a car screeching to a stop. Dion and I looked at each other 🤷 and said, "well, that's probably our ride!" It was, indeed, Tom, one of the two guys that we'd never met in person, only over the Facebook canyoning group. We chatted in the car with Tom while we waited for Julian, our other team member that we'd never met in person. Once Julian arrived, we loaded up in the car and drove to the Blue Mountains. We had almost two hours of driving in the car to get to know each other before we started our adventure. Tom is a rope access worker, originally from France, but on a working holiday visa in Australia for the time being; Tom is only 21 years old. Julian is ~40 years old, married, originally from the UK, but trying to establish permanent residency in Australia, working as a manager for systems engineers. We arrived at the Blue Mountains Claustral Canyon car park at 9:03 am. There were quite a few people at the car park, presumably all of them were descending Claustral, so Dion wanted to get moving quickly to beat the other groups. Once we were all packed, Dion led the way down the trail, starting off in a run. Julian followed at a running pace, then Tom followed at a running pace, then me. No one said a word. We were four adult men, carrying giant packs, running through the Australian bush! I started laughing because it was just too funny! We got to the bottom of the gorge at 9:29 am, and here is where we suited up in our wetsuits. We had a short descent down this small gorge and into Claustral. That's when the real fun began! For most of the abseils, I took charge of setting up the ropes, which was a cool role to have in this team. There were multiple times where the other team members didn't feel comfortable setting up the abseils, and it felt good that they felt confident in me doing that. The coolest abseil sequence was down one waterfall into a deep, dark pool of water, and that deep, dark pool of water led to a natural arch (the keyhole), and we abseiled down through the keyhole! It was one of the coolest abseils I've EVER done! It was SO dark down at the bottom of this canyon, so dark that even after my eyes had adjusted, I still couldn't see very well. The canyon had several more downclimbs. One of these downclimbs was down the main flow of the creek in a constriction where the force of the water was pushing the climber down the climb; as I did this climb, the water was pounding on my helmet and rushing on all sides of me, filling up my wetsuit, and forcing me downward. I couldn't really look around; the only direction that I could look was straight ahead and down, away from the water so that I could breathe. I felt around blindly for good handholds and good footholds to use. It was one of the coolest downclimbs I've ever done! There were several jumps in this canyon too, where we jumped off rocks into deep pools of water. When we arrived at the confluence with Carmarthen Brook. Dion suggested that we go up Carmarthen Brook a ways, so we ditched our packs and swam up Carmarthen. There were dark spooky sections, cool swims underneath huge chockstones, and eventually we arrived at the cave. As we looked up, we saw thousands of glow worms lining the canyon walls. The trickles of waterfalls seemed to be everywhere. It was magical! We spent a while just staring up at the dark cave with all the glow worms in silence, just admiring the magic and splendor. It was hard to see how tall this cave was, but my guess is that it was at least 10 meters high, and glow worms covering the whole surface. We were hungry and decided that it was time to eat some lunch, so we swam back to our packs and ate some food.

(continued)

[allovertheworldblog]

Trains, Chocolate, a lake and mountains - Switzerland in 1 Day

Leaving Geneva I decided to move to another part of the lake, to a hostel near Montreux at Territet.

As the hostel reception was closed until later I put my bags in a locker and headed for the Cailler chocolate factory at Broc Fabrique, up in the alps.

Earlier on my way to Territet I changed trains in Montreux.

There I caught sight of the Train du Chocolat, or Chocolate Train.

Could such a thing really exist!

The train is on the Golden Pass route, taking tourists mostly, to the famous cheese town of Gruyere and connecting on to Broc Fabroque where Cailler chocolate has a factory.

Taking a train from Montreux I sit in the dining car

and orer a glass of local wine. It comes in a bottle with a cap and costs 9 francs.

You could probably buy it in a supermarket for a franc.

Regardless, I’m going to enjoy the views of Lake Geneva as the train makes turns to gain height as we ascend into the mountains that run alongside the lake.

At one time you can see lake from the left hand side then the train turns and it’s out of the right hand side.

At the end of the pretty empty carriage an old Swiss French man who’s travelling on his own tries to strike up a conversation with a young Swiss German couple.

He asks them if they can speak French.

The lady says that she can speak some.

The conversation breaks down as she can’t keep up with him.

Finally he asks them where they’re from.

‘Die Schweitz’ she answers.

He can’t hear her.

’Schweitz’ she says again, rudely.

From the same country but they can’t understand each other.

He leaves their table and comes down and asks if he can sit with me. We chat away in French.

He’s a widower in his 80’s and is just looking for someone to chat to. He tells me about some of the buildings that we see on distant mountain tops.

Then the lake is gone from view and snow covered trees are all in view.

We’re on the side of a mountain with a deep valley is on our right. Before long we pull into Montbovon

here I change to a smaller train and on to Bulle where I catch a third train to Broc Fabrique.

The chocolate factory tour costs just 10 francs but the place is choc a bloc with families and groups as it’s school holiday time.

At the end of the tour they have all their chocolate presented on plates and you can help yourself to as much as you want.

I take some samples away with me.

I take a couple of more trains to get me back to Territet, descending to the lake after a perfect Swiss day. 

[nightcall99]

Dream from 8.10.23

I am walking in the streets of Paris and I could see JL (my best friend from high school who I don't talk to anymore) approaching. I was hoping to walk right past her without her noticing but unfortunately she saw me and actually came up to speak to me, 'Hey are you really going to just ignore me?'. I didn't really care about explaining myself, but I sighed and replied hoping my excuse would quell her, 'I just don't have friends anymore'. She said something back like 'Same.' Then we wound up hanging out and catching up since it's been at least 5 years since I'd last seen her irl. We ended up getting on a ferry-ride to somewhere and as we were sitting in our seats, I realised that against my will, the conversation was flowing, She seemed a lot more open and dare I say it, cooler, than she'd ever been IRL. We seemed to have a lot of things in common again. We were sitting right at the back and I noticed that everyone else on the ferry seemed to be asleep, except for us. In fact, one side of the ferry was darkened to accommodate for them, with the curtains drawn or the windows blocked out somehow. JL gestured toward a little girl asleep in her chair who appeared to be travelling by herself. We also saw some symbol plastered on the window but I don't remember what it was.

I came to realise that I had come to Paris for a spontaneous 2-week trip and I was going back home on Friday, like this Friday, and today was as if it was today. I told JL that I didn't actually have the full 2 weeks off, like 14 days off in a row, just the days in between the days I attend work. Somehow, I was able to attend work back in Australia but also be in Paris on holiday on my rostered-off days, with no physical travelling back and forth involved. Maybe I was astral travelling, I think I would just wake up and appear where I was supposed to be for that particular day. I had this understanding that this meant I could only take day trips to see the sights within Paris/France and I couldn't go anywhere that was too far away (like neighbouring European countries) that would require an overnight stay.

I wondered if JL was alone here too but I had a feeling her husband was probably back at their hotel and she'd just taken the day to spend alone. The energy between us was still flowing and I found myself wanting to continue talking to her. She was more open and free, without any of the reservations about things she used to have. I'd always just accepted her privateness as a part of her, but she was different now. Maybe I was different too. We just talked about dumb stuff, but the conversation was entertaining. We laughed and giggled together. I talked about how I'm into reading smut now and she made an expression like she reads it too. I also talked about buying things here that I can’t get back home. She even knew where we would be able to purchase some weed gummies and I was so excited, and also surprised she knew some stockists. I really wanted to stock up on those and take some home in my luggage since the rules are so different and you can't get them so easily in Australia. I even thought about the fact that the oral contraceptive pill is so accessible and only over the counter here, while back home it requires a doctors visit and a barrage of questions. I was going to buy that too to bring home if I ended up coming across it.

[relative-dimension]

“A Bargain of Necessity”

Season 1, episode 41 - 5th September 1964

[id: Screenshot from the film Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. In a bowling alley, a number of onlookers watch as Napoleon Bonaparte, in his military uniform, lies on his front in one lane, facing towards the pins, and pounds his hand on the ground. Subtitles read “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” /end id]

There's no feeling more relieving in a dr who than reaching the end of an episode and suddenly the cliffhanger in the recon is moving and suddenly you remember the next episode isn't missing

Is it an entertaining watch: 4/5, I love the atmosphere, this episode does tend towards the bleaker end of things with Ian being tortured and one soldier being killed by being used as a human shield by one of the sympathetic characters. It’s good shit honestly.

Does the production hold up: 3/5, again, missing, so I can’t really tell. Seems alright.

Does it use its time well: 4/5, yeah, the plot moves at a good pace and the

Are the characters consistent and well-used: 2/5, I can absolutely see why Susan was the first character to leave the show, because in episodes like this she really gets absolutely piss-all to do. It’s not like she has the excuse of her actor being on holiday, it just seems like the writers had no idea how to handle her.

Is there anything actually going on under the surface: 4/5, the atmosphere of tension, spying, everyone informing on people, it's all a really effective vibe which might have been meant to be a commentary on vichy France but I have no idea if that was what they were going for or not

Does it avoid being a bit dodge with its politics: 3/5, again, the talk around the revolution is kinda weird, and I think we’re meant to think it’s bad that Leon talks about the “leeches” sucking away the money from France when he’s... right. Like yes having a whole the reign of terror is a bad thing (hot take) but also not to advocate for revolution on my dr who review blog but maybe we could do with a little bit of that. not as much of the chopping heads off probably but u get what i mean.

Overall Score - 21/30

[miracutrashcan]

Blood Tainted Chapter 1

When Gabriel stumbles upon a hidden section about the Butterfly Miraculous within the Miraculous Grimoire, he learns of a way to infuse his Akuma with the powers what he believes to be myths and legends. Little does he know that those myths and legends are true, and with such power comes with sacrifice. Those imbued with the power of these magically enhanced Akumas, also suffer from the weaknesses the creatures possess.

With a blatant disregard of the risks that such a power holds, he performs the ritual by sacrificing some of his own blood to feed the Akuma.

His next villain will possess the power of the Vampire, hunger and all.

Little did Gabriel know that not all magic can be fixed with a Miraculous Cure... and that eventually his actions will have serious and permanent consequences. ===================

Ignores the events of S3 finale and beyond except that Master Fu does pass the box onto Ladybug.

AO3 Link || Chapter 1 (HERE) || Chapter 2 (Unwritten) || Chapter 3 (Unwritten)

Despite Halloween not being a major holiday in France, Ladybug noticed a certain trend among the recent villains she and Chat Noir faced off against since the start of October. Inspiration taken from those classic fantasy monsters and things of legend. A werewolf last week, a demon a few days later, and a dragon just a few days ago. A significant deviation from the normal super powered humans that most of Akuma victims fall under. Unfortunately, Ladybug couldn’t tell if this was a blessing or a curse in disguise as she dodged another attack from an innocent civilian. She wasn’t quite sure what prompted today’s Akuma victim to fall prey to Hawk Moth’s corrupted butterflies… what she did know is that mass mind control was one of the Akuma’s powers. “Why did it have to be mind control.” Ladybug grumbled as she jumped out of the way of another civilian.

“Purr-hapse it’s because no one wanted to listen to them?” Chat Noir offered, using his baton to sweep the civilians away from them. He hated fighting against villains who could use mind control, knowing that most times he would fall prey to their powers. He had absolute faith in Ladybug to break him free of the villain’s control or if she was unable to then the Miraculous Cure would fix him right up. Unfortunately, there is no aid for the disgusting feeling that came after being mind controlled. The feeling of being invaded, a loss of control, the guilt of being turned against those who you swore to protect. Chat Noir shook his head, he needed to stay extra focused. He had to pay extra attention to Ladybug, to ensure that she never fell under the Akuma’s influence. If she were to go down… he didn’t want to think about the consequences. “I want to know where he found so many victims at this hour! I thought people were supposed to be eating dinner right now. Like we should be.” He mumbled the last part, knowing that their dinner was currently growing cold back at their shared apartment. “Eight years of this and Hawk Ass still doesn’t respect dinner time.”

“Relax kitty cat, we can stop by our spot after this. I’m sure that Darel will make a feast for us in exchange for a couple of stories. To answer your other question, the Akuma probably started building their army at the grocery store. There are always people there.” Ladybug spun her yo-yo around to create a shield as she glanced around the battlefield. Things were looking bad as more and more civilians appear with each passing moment. It was becoming painfully clear how the Akuma tried to defeat them… swarm them with civilians. “Any clue on how the Akuma gets them under their influence?” She jumped away from another attack, just to find herself stumble into Chat Noir’s back. Ladybug swung her head around looking for any spot to give them any sort of leverage. “Kwamis. We need a plan. There are too many of them and we can’t hurt them.” This was yet another reason why she hated Akumas with mind control. Civilians get dragged into the fight with no magical protection and she knew that she had to hold her strength back to avoid hurting them. Making an already difficult fight that much harder.

“No idea bugaboo. The only idea I have right now is to throw our paws into the air and see where that takes us.” Chat Noir glanced at the feathered wings on his back and the insect wings on her’s. This was one of those rare times where they needed to retreat and get their bearings. The situation was growing worse by the second and they had no idea where the Akumatized villain was, let alone where the Akuma was hiding.

“Got it.” Ladybug nodded her head as she tensed up her shoulder muscles ready to fly away on her partner’s signal. They only had one shot of getting a clean getaway, the surprise of their wings being functional only worked once a fight after all. While she knew that her yo-yo is technically a faster escape on a moment’s notice, it was also vulnerable to getting intercepted by the enemy.

“Leaving so soon? What a shame, especially after my thralls worked so hard to make you feel welcomed.” A new voice spoke up drawing the attention of the two surrounded heroes. The mind-controlled civilians moved to create a pathway for the Akuma to walk towards the two heroes. He was dressed in a black suit, with a blood red trench coat. His fingernails were painted black and sharpened to a point. His canine teeth and ears sharpened to a point, though the most striking change was his eyes. They were pure red, a stark contrast to the otherwise pale face. A smirk was on his face looking at the two heroes. “My name is Vladheart. Now, would you be so kind to come over here and hand over your Miraculous? I’m quite famished and you two smell… delightful.”

“Using defenseless civilians to tire us out is a low-“ Ladybug snapped back, locking eyes with Vladheart. The moment she did, she felt like someone was reaching out to her mind, searching for a way in. Her skin crawled at the feeling and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. With no experience protecting herself against mental attacks, Ladybug had little defense against Vladheart’s powers. She found it harder to concentrate on things that weren’t Vladheart. Her raging thoughts were starting to slow down as the world started to disappear around her. A haze formed over her mind as the only feelings she had was this overwhelming need to serve Vladheart. Sometime during this, she stopped spinning her yo-yo as the weapon fell to the ground with a quiet thunk. Her eyes glazed over as she stood there awaiting her master’s next order.  

“Come over here Ladybug.” Vladheart beckoned her to his side with two fingers, the smirk on his face never wavering. He could feel his powers reaching out to her mind and cementing his control over the spotted heroine. Once he had her Miraculous in hand, getting Chat Noir’s ring should be trivial. After all, everyone knew that Chat Noir would do anything to protect his partner. Which meant that he should be completely defenseless against her attacking him… especially if she was in civilian form. “Hawk Moth wants your Miraculous and I want a snack.”

“Yes Master Vladheart.” Ladybug replied in a monotone voice letting go of her yo-yo string and taking a step towards Vladheart.

“Ladybug??” Chat Noir cried out in surprise as he felt her leave his side, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he needed to snap Ladybug out of whatever spell Vladheart had her under. He knew that he couldn’t cast the Miraculous Cure to dispel the magic controlling everyone’s minds, only she could. His eyes narrowed, getting his partner back to her senses was of utmost importance. Though he was already thinking of a backup plan if he couldn’t snap her out of it. Scarabella was one Voyage away, and while he would hate to ruin her vacation, the future of Paris was at stake. A small chuckle escaped his lips at the pun.  

Shaking his head, he knew that this was not the time to get distracted. He knew from personal experience that the longer he was under an Akuma’s spell, the harder it was for him to break free. Using a combination of his baton and wings to push away the latest round of civilians trying to pin him down. He spun around and ran after Ladybug, as soon as she was within reach he tightly grabbed onto her shoulder, stopping her from walking any closer to Vladheart. He had to use more force than he usually did to keep her from moving, to the point he knew his claws were digging into her shoulder. He felt bad being so aggressive with Ladybug, but this was no time for games, he had to use any trick he remembered to snap her out of this. Placing the baton back on his back, he used his other hand to force Ladybug to turn around and face him.  “Come on LB, you are stronger than him. Snap out of this.” He told her, digging his claws ever so deeper into her shoulders. “I’m sorry if this is hurting you, but I need you to wake up.” His eyes focused on her glazed over ones, mainly to avoid falling under the same spell controlling his partner.

“You are delaying the inevitable Chat Noir. She’s my thrall now, isn’t that right Ladybug? Come over here and give me your Miraculous.” Vladheart licked his lips in anticipation, his fangs fully extended and on display for both heroes to see. “When Hawk Moth offered me the power to show people Vampires are real, I wasn’t expecting to get the full package. Bloodlust is a worthwhile trade if it means I get to show those who mocked me the truth.”

Ladybug knew that she needed to obey her master’s orders without a second thought. Though a firm grip on her shoulder was making it difficult to carry out her master’s latest order. A building pain in her shoulders kept on distracting her from her task to hand over her Miraculous to her Master. Her instincts were yelling at her to get away from the source of pain. Eyes narrowed in irritation as she looked to who was not only stopping her from going to Vladheart’s side but also causing her so much pain. Seeing those neon green eyes lifted a bit of the fog from her mind. She could partially understand what this cute blond-haired cat man was saying. ‘Snap out of this’. The pain grew in her shoulders as it was becoming harder to focus on her master’s command and not on the source of this pain. ‘Wake up.’ The boy said again, his words a welcome distraction from the pain. She blinked a few times trying to understand the meaning behind what he was saying. What the cat boy was saying, the words Chat Noir coming to the forefront of her mind.

Chat Noir was that his name? A wave of pain shot through her head.

Chat Noir, no that definitely is his name. The fog clouding her mind continued to fade away.

Chat Noir, her partner! A stronger wave of pain shot through her head, though she would not falter.

Focusing on his face, Ladybug fought back the last slivers of fog covering her mind as she started to come back to her senses. She shook her head out of reflex, she could already feel a massive migraine forming. “Kitty?” Confusion was evident in her voice as she gently held the side of her head. “What happened?”

“That should be impossible! She should be mine! No one could call me a delusional if I had Paris’ shining heroine under my complete control!” Vladheart screeched in anger. “Bring them both to me my thralls! I will personally ensure to make them both mine!” The horde of mind-controlled civilians doubled their efforts to restrain the heroic duo. “I. Will. Prove. Them. All. Wrong!”

“Good to see you back.” A snicker came from Chat Noir’s lips as he snatched up her yo-yo from the ground. Using his wings he pushed a few civilians away from them and placed Ladybug’s yo-yo into her hands, before picking her up bridal style. “The only person I’m loyal to is milady right here.” He shot a wink at Ladybug, knowing making eye contact with Vladheard was dangerous. He bent his knees before jumping into the air using his wings to fly them away from the Akuma and his thrall below. His focus was to get them to safety and make sure Ladybug was alright.

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He could only keep them airborne for a few minutes and he could feel himself grow tired, he glanced around for a secluded rooftop to land on. Once he found one he slowly lowered them to the rooftop and gently helped Ladybug stand up. “How are you feeling Buginette?” He tucked his wings behind his back to give her more space if she wanted it.

“Ugh. I don’t know how to describe how I’m feeling.” Ladybug mumbled; her fingers wrapped tightly around her yo-yo not looking at him yet. “I feel dirty, like I need ten showers and even then, I’m not sure if I’ll feel clean.” She continued, deciding to focus on the distant skyline rather than her partner’s face. This was one of the first times she’s fallen under an Akuma’s control, so the entire experience was new to her. Well… minus the aching shoulder, which she wasn’t sure where that came from. She didn’t remember landing badly tonight, maybe it happened while she was under Vladheart’s control. “Oh, and my shoulders aching.”

Chat Noir placed his hands on Ladybug’s shoulders and gently squeezed them in an attempt to comfort Ladybug. “I know what you mean, you feel violated. Dirty that someone was able to get inside your head and make you do things you didn’t want to.” He spoke with experience, his gaze focused solely on her; he knows exactly what she is describing. The moments after waking up from whatever twisted world the Akuma villain put him in. Reality comes crashing in with fear and guilt right behind. His mind conjuring the worse possible outcomes to fill the blank in his memories, Ladybug’s reassurance after the fight helped quite his worst fears. “It will pass with time. The only good news is you didn’t get very far, and I haven’t seen anyone recording the fight.” He knew that Ladybug was Paris’ shining star, and if people learned that she fell under the Akuma’s spell… well, he didn’t want to think about how much faith Paris would lose in her. He was already known to be the one prone to getting enslaved by Akumas, so he didn’t care if the news got another clip of him being controlled. He would do anything to make sure Ladybug stayed safe, he had full faith that she would save him after all. “Ah, the shoulders were my doing…. Sorry. I thought that pain might help you wake up from whatever he did to you. Anything else?”

“Confused mainly… I remember telling him off for using such cowardly tactics and then nothing.” Hearing that Chat Noir was the source of her aching shoulders, Ladybug’s lips formed a little o. “Don’t apologize, the pain did help snap me out of it.” Ladybug reassured him, looking up to her partner in concern in her eyes and a reassuring smile on her lips. She knew that getting injured during Akuma fights was part of the superhero package. She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned that she didn’t get very far. “What did I do?” Unease filled her body as she gripped her yo-yo tighter, at least she still had her Miraculous which brought some comfort.

Chat Noir glanced back to where they came from, it seemed like no one was following them. “Not much, you tried to walk over to Vladheart’s side and hand over your Miraculous. Though I stopped you before got too close to him.” He explained, seeing a rooftop entrance they could hide behind and rest. He gestured to her to follow him as he walked to the backside of the entrance and sat down, hidden from the view of others. Ladybug followed right behind him, taking a seat next to him. “You did call Vladheart master though. Seems like we have a vampire situation.”

“Vampires? Great… at least they fit in with the theme of most of the other Akumas we’ve fought this month.” Ladybug groaned, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “Can we go back to fighting Akumas like Mr. Pigeon again? I know how to deal with those kinds of Akuma without having to do outside research.”

“While I purr-sonally wouldn’t mind going back to the easier fights, un-fur-tonately we need to defeat Sir Bites-a-lot first. The last thing we need is for the entirety of Paris to have a snack paw-blom and the blood bank goes empty. It would be claw-ful if we risked our necks like usual just to find everyone wants to take a bite out of them instead.” Chat Noir smiled at her; he could see the tension in her frame hopefully his jokes could get her to loosen up a bit. He scooted closer to her and extended one of his wings, wrapping the golden and red feathers around her shoulder blade. This was one of the times he wished his wings were larger so he could wrap her up in the soft feathers.

A quiet groan came from Ladybug’s lips as she listened to his consistent stream of puns. His puns were so bad, but she couldn’t keep the small smile from coming onto her lips. “Put a stake in it. The vampire puns were sooo bad kitty.” She knew that despite verbally denying her appreciation of his puns. Listening to him joke around and throw puns helped her calm down and keep a level head during tense moments. Feeling his feathers brush against her suit didn’t hurt either.

Hearing Ladybug pun caused Chat Noir to sit up straighter, careful not to hit her with his wing in excitement as his ears and twin tails perking up in response. “Milady you punned!” Pure joy radiated from him as the biggest grin came onto his lips.

Realizing what she did, Ladybug covered her face in embarrassment. “It was an accident!” This was why she never replied to his jokes with puns. She knew that the moment that he learned that she enjoyed his puns that she would hear no end to it. “This doesn’t mean you can double the puns at home kitty!”

Chat Noir’s grin grew in intensity as he watched Ladybug’s reaction, a giggle escaped his lips moments later. “I knew it was only a matter of time be-fur you joined me in the joys of puns!” He gently poked her in the side to try and get her to lower her hands.

The poking worked as Ladybug took her right and playfully swatted the offended claws away from her side. “Chat!” She giggled as she attempted to keep away from his pokes, though her feeble attempts only spurred him to increase the intensity of his attacks. “Chat! Chat! Chat! Stop it!” She now needed both hands to keep his poking fingers away from her vulnerable side. Unfortunately for her, he was faster at poking her side then she was to swat his hands away. Her giggles grew in volume with each successful hit he got in. “Okay, okay, okay! I admit defeat! I did pun now stop it!”

With a smug look on his face relishing his small victory, Chat Noir pulled his hands back. He tilted his head to the side with concern on his face. “Feline better milady?” He knew that the best way to deal with the uncomfortable feelings of being mind-controlled was to spend some time with Ladybug either inside or outside the costume. It was his way to remind himself what normal feels like. It helped him separate his feelings that were the result of the Akuma’s influence and his personal feelings.

Ladybug nodded her head in agreement. She still felt disgusting and in need of several long showers after this fight, though not nearly as intense as when he snapped her out of it. “I am, thanks kitty.” Though that made her wonder, was this the same tactic he used to cope with the feelings of being under an Akuma’s control? She could recall all the times he insisted on a dual ‘patrol’ after those types of attacks before they found out who was behind the masks. Though when they were together for patrols it was less ‘patrolling for danger’ and more ‘playing tag across the rooftops and hanging out like normal teenagers’. “Is this why you always want to do a dual patrol after those types of attacks before the reveal?”

“Yeah… It helped me remember what were my feelings versus what the Akuma made me feel.” Chat Noir explained, looking Ladybug in the eyes a soft smile on his lips. “It meant a lot to me that you were willing to drop whatever civilian plans you had those nights to help me sort out my thoughts.” He placed his hand on the rooftop, recalling the days where it was difficult to contact her if there was no danger.

“We are partners now and forever regardless of the masks and magic. Don’t you ever forget that Chat Noir. Like you told me before, it’s you and me against the world.” Ladybug noticed Chat Noir’s hand on the rooftop, and she placed her own on top of his. Slowly working her fingers to fit in between his. “If you ever need me, I’ll come running at a moment’s notice. Even if I must move heaven and hell to do so.”

Hearing a reminder of how much Ladybug cared for him brought with it a renewed sense of energy. The exhaustion from flying them to this rooftop is now gone. He wrapped his fingers as best as he could around hers. “Always.” Chat Noir nodded his head in agreement, speaking of them against the world… they still had a very dangerous Akuma on the loose. “We need a plan to deal with Vladheart and not fall prey to his mind control. Any ideas?”

There was the million-dollar question, how to take down an Akuma they couldn’t focus on. “It was his eyes, once I looked into them, I was a gonner. Though…” Ladybug trailed off, her eyebrows narrowed in thought. She knew that snapping out of Vladheart’s influence was easier once she recognized Chat Noir was holding onto her. “You made coming back to my senses so much easier. Being able to focus on you, on our bond helped me fight through his control.” She fiddled with the ribbon in her hair, trying to find a way to keep Chat Noir close by her side mid fight.

“So, if we stick close together, we might be able to snap each other out of his control if we mess up and make eye contact?” Chat Noir took his free hand and placed it to his chin in thought. “I could see that working, but the only time we fight back-to-back is whenever we are pinned and on our back feet.” He pointed out a hard frown on his face. “I don’t think that is a good way to start a fight.”

“Right.” Ladybug nodded her head in agreement, he made a good point. Her fighting style was so different from his, so if they needed to stick together one of them would be at a serious disadvantage. She suffered from being too close to the enemy, he suffered from being too far away from the enemy. If only there was a way for them to be close to one another without impacting their ability to fight… She continued to fiddle with her hair ribbons for a few moments trying to find a solution. Her eyes widened as an idea came to the forefront of her mind, this was by far her dumbest plan that didn’t involve a Lucky Charm. However, this was the only plan that she had now. “This might be a stretch and blow up in our faces, but I think I have an idea. Take one of your belts off.” She instructed him, wiggling her hand free of his grasp and using both hands to get the ribbon out of her hair, mindful of his wing still wrapped around her shoulder.

“Alright?” Confusion was evident on Chat Noir’s face as he glanced down to his stomach and started to fiddle with his belt tails. He retracted his wing to give them both more space to fiddle with their costumes. After fighting with Ladybug for eight years, he normally felt like he had a good idea of what Ladybug was planning before she explained it. This time she had him stumped, it was rare but not unheard of that she needed one of his belts as part of her plan. Once he got the first tail off, he placed it on the rooftop and turned his attention to the remaining belt. He fiddled around with the positioning for a few moments before finding a way to have it rest naturally around his waist. “In the mood to see a blast from the past?” He chuckled, picking up the discarded belt and offered it to Ladybug. It felt weird to only have one tail now, but he knew he would get over it in a few minutes. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Well… we’ve worn our current costumes for about a year now kitty. So, everything feels normal, right? Which means we should be more aware of any changes to what we are wearing? Let me see your right hand and spread your fingers apart.” Ladybug explained with a single red and green ribbon in her hand. Chat Noir complied without question offering his right hand to her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his Miraculous. “I can’t speak for you, but I know I’m hyper aware of anything that’s near my ears and to a lesser degree my neck. So… if we wear something that comes from the other’s suit near our Miraculous it might help us stay grounded.” She explained wrapping the ribbon around his finger, tying it in place with a neat little bow right above where his Miraculous sat.

Chat Noir hummed in thought, until Ladybug mentioned it, he never thought about which hand he gave to others. For his friends and those he trusted, he would give them his right hand but to everyone else he would give them his left hand. “I see where you are coming from. I can’t remember the last time I’ve given a stranger my right hand…” He flexed his fingers to ensure that the ribbon stayed in place. “Alright scoot over here LB, let me know if this is too tight.” Ladybug scooted over to Chat Noir with her back turned to him to give him easier access to her head. Despite the rough looking texture, he knew that the belt had the right level of flexibility. Placing the center of the belt around her forehead he ran it behind her ears and tied it at the bottom of her head. He shut his eyes focusing on the image of bobby pins, his fingers wrapped around the section that he wore around his waist. “Fabrication.” He whispered and felt the material shift in his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw that he had a small pile of bobby pins in his hand and the useless section of tail was gone. He carefully pinned the belt into Ladybug’s hair ensuring that he didn’t accidentally poke her with his claws. “Okay that should stay.”

Ladybug swung her head around to see how well Chat Noir’s handywork stayed in place. Satisfied that the improvised headband was going nowhere she stood up. “I want to try this from a safe distance away from Vladheart, so we have time to retreat if it doesn’t work. I’m just worried about time. The longer we let him build his army, the harder getting his Akuma will be.”

“I think this is one of those times we have to take a blind leap of faith and trust in our bond as partners.” Chat Noir reassured her, pushing himself up into a standing position and offering his hand out to her.

Taking the offered hand, Ladybug pulled herself up, her eyes falling upon her partner’s face for a moment before she nodded in agreement. “Right. Believe in ourselves and believe in each other.” Her gaze shifted to the Parisian skyline knowing that it was time to take down the vampire once and for all. “Know anything about vampires that might help us out?”

Chat Noir shook his head sadly,“ not much, just what is written in fiction. Never occurred to me to ask your mother about the magical world during our training sessions. Stake through the heart to kill them, can’t be in sunlight, can only feed on blood, and we know our friend can control others through direct eye contact.”

“I can’t blame you kitten; I didn’t think to ask her either. In hindsight I should have after the dragon Akuma showed up. After three back-to-back magical inspired Akumas screams ‘Hawkass is following a pattern’.” She sighed; things were easier when she was under the impression that the only magic in the world was Miraculous. “Do you think that Hawk Moth found out about the Magical Dimension and that’s why he’s focusing on sending Akuma inspired by magical creatures?”

“I don’t know Bug. I don’t want to think about what he would do if he knew about the Magical Dimension. So, I’m going to pretend that this is the result of being October and that means tourists and exchange students have monsters and magic on their minds. Well… until proven otherwise.” He only knew a little bit about the Magical Dimension, mainly from the stories that Sabine told him during training or from the few times Sabine took them over there. Those trips were mainly to gather reagents or to meet people the former Black Cat holder deemed important to his or Ladybug’s future. He wanted to learn more about this other world but knew that he would have to wait until Hawk Moth was defeated. Time moves differently between the two worlds, and it was too risky to be over there while Hawk Moth could strike at moment’s notice.

“Good idea, I’m stealing it.” Ladybug knew that the idea of Hawk Moth knowing of the Magical Dimension was a serious threat. However, that was a problem for future Ladybug. Present Ladybug needed to focus on defeating Vladheart, capturing the Akuma, not hurting any of the enthralled civilians, making sure she didn’t get enthralled again, AND somehow avoid getting bitten. “For Kwamis sake, I need a vacation after this.”  Ladybug grumbled rolling her shoulders and spreading her ladybug wings. “Ready to go kitty?”

“Always.”

[lovingperfectionsblog]

Mon Ciel

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: Pierre Lets y/n know what his favourite constellations are.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1773

Authors note: So I hope you like the direction I took this request in 😊 Hope you enjoy and cant wait to hear what you think 😊

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“So, I hope you don’t mind, but I have today all planned out for us” Pierre informed you as you both sipped on your coffee, overlooking the ocean.

“And what is it that I am looking forward to?” You had never expected Pierre to be this type of man.

In truth, you were hesitant to get into a relationship with him, having been portrayed as a bit of a fuck boy. You had always expected the worst, and your past relationships probably had something to do with it, but then Pierre began to pursue you, and it was nothing but romantic gesture after romantic gesture, but not those big obnoxious ones, the ones that were more about him showing off than actually about you, no, instead Pierre paid attention, small, meaningful gestures, ones that left you blushing even when you were all alone.

But most of all, he respected the fact that you needed space, that you needed time, and although you both knew how you felt about each other, you treated each other as what you were, an almost.

This is how you had ended up in a small chalet in the south of France, with your friend, your almost, watching as the sun kissed his skin, jealous of the cup that rested on his lips as he drank his coffee, monetarily allowing yourself to imagine what it would be like to feel his lips against yours, even just once.

 He had decided to treat you to a week away, just the two of you. He had assured you it was just as friends, and true to his word, that was how he kept it. He had booked you a two bedroomed chalet, making sure you got the big room, the one with the view of the ocean, where you could watch the sunrise from your bed, making sure your first holiday away to the south of France had been exactly as you had always dreamed, and if he could be the one to make that dream a reality, even better.

“Well, I may know of a secret, private beach that I can get us onto” he had been there once before, and if he thought it was breath-taking, then he knew for certain you were going to love every single second being there.

“God, it’s like you can read my mind. A day on the beach is exactly what I need for my first day of this holiday” you stretched your entire body, feeling the tension leave as you did, already basking in the sun and you hadn’t even gotten out of your pyjamas yet, “what do I need to pack?”

“Nothing, other than wearing your costume, clothes and then maybe something warm for later” Pierre gathered your cups up, being to usher you both back inside so you could begin getting ready, knowing the car was on the way to come and get you soon.

“For later? How late do we plan on staying down there?” What was Pierre planning?

“I may have organized for us to have dinner down there this evening, watch the moon come up, you can see the stars really well down there” he shrugged, acting as if this was not one of the most romantic things that you had ever heard of.

You felt your heart crack. He was slowly but surely breaking apart every single fear you had, much to your dismay. This space that you were in was safe, you couldn’t get hurt here, and you didn’t want to be vulnerable again. Your ex had broken you and you had worked for months to heal, and you weren’t willing to risk this for anyone.

But then Pierre came along, and it terrified you. You wanted to pull away, you wanted no part in this, but he had a way of pulling you back in, every single time and you had no idea how to protect yourself against him.

“That sounds perfect” you quietly told him, a small smile being sent your way after seeing your own, before you both disappeared behind your respective doors to get ready for the day at the beach.

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“I don’t think today could have gotten any better” you took a sip of your wine, your favourite dry red. He had literally thought of everything.

Your favourite foods, your favourite drinks, your favourite fruits and chocolate, your favourite dry red wine for the evening and he’d even made sure to have some of your favourite things, a classic book for you to read, snorkelling gear for you to explore and paints and a few sheets of paper, insisting it was a long day and he wanted to make sure you had enough to do.

Every single thing he did was for you, it was always for you. Every action he took, you were always at the forefront of his mind.

“Are you okay, not getting cold?” Pierre was already grabbing his jacket to drape around your shoulders, before you stopped him, perfectly content sitting in your skirt and bikini top.

“No, thank you, I like the warm air” you had never been more content in your entire life, staring up at the endless sea of stars above you, the soundtrack of waves and your and Pierre’s intermingled breathing as you both gazed up, in awe of what you were witnessing.

“Which is your favourite?” you eventually broke the silence.

“Favourite what?” he was confused, maybe because whilst you had been staring up at the stars, he had be staring at you.

“Your favourite constellation” you turned to look at him, catching him already looking at you, how do you continue to ignore this tension.

You weren’t even sure if the tension was between you and him alone, pretty sure a large part was coming from your own heart, begging you, pleading with you to just let yourself fall, unconditionally and wholeheartedly, for the man looking back at you.

“Let me show you” You felt Pierre shift so he was behind you, and you were sitting between his legs, assuming he was going to be able to point it out to you better, but instead you felt him reach behind him, looking for something.

“This, this is my entire sky” you felt his hand gently run down the length of your spine, goosebumps erupting over the skin, “and these my stars”, suddenly a cold brush was against your back, making you shiver slightly.

“This constellation, right here, tells the story of a woman, a fearless woman, who moved through her life with a grace that would put the goddesses to shame” he began to trace over the freckles that covered your back.

“This one here, speaks of a woman who, whenever she laughs, the stars themselves come out just to bear witness to the magic floating on the air” a second constellation drawn.

“Here we have one that tells of her beauty, so mesmerizing it bewitched entire countries and inspired nature herself. So beautiful that the stars whisper about it constantly” You felt the crack in your heart grow wider with each brush stroke he made.

“And this one, speaks of a woman, who, without even trying, made a man fall so deeply in love with her, that he was sure his soul was created only for it to belong to her” he had dropped the paintbrush by now and had traced up your shoulder, resting where your neck began to curve upwards, thankful that you were allowing him this briefest of touches.

“Pierre” you whispered out, unsure of what you wanted, for him to stop or for him to beg you to be honest with him about how you truly felt.

“These, these are my favourite constellations” he removed his hand, not wanting to cross the boundary you had set anymore than he already had, but not moving from behind you, you had not yet complained and so he was going to admire his stars for a moment longer.

“I-“

“You don’t have to, I know, we’re just-“Pierre began, unable to hear you say it yet again. He couldn’t hear the words “just friends” come out of your mouth one more time.

“No, no you don’t know, not this time” there was a panic in your voice as you shifted between his legs, turning and moving up onto your knees in order to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, hey, look at me, it’s okay” Pierre held your face between his hands, gently trying to coax you down from the panic you were experiencing.

“No Pierre, you don’t know” were you really going to do this now?

“What? What don’t I know?” There was a mixture of curiosity and trepidation in Pierre’s voice, unsure of what you were going to say to him. The side that was hopeful, desperately wanting to hear that you reciprocate his feelings, but there was the side of him that knew better.

“That I’m scared” you suddenly blurted out, ”no, no! Don’t talk, just let me get this out” you immediately shushed him, knowing that if he interrupted now, you’d never be able to get it out.

“I am scared. I am scared of being vulnerable again. I am scared of getting hurt. I’m scared of having my heart shattered again” it all began tumbling out, “and I’m terrified of the fact that there is this man, in front of me, who feels so deeply for me, and who is gorgeous and kind and patient and”

‘Here it comes’ Pierre was waiting for the bad news, the inevitable bad news.

“And he has somehow managed to crack my entire heart open”

This doesn’t sound like bad news.

“And I am terrified, because if I allow myself this, then this will be it for me, because, I don’t know, because I’m scared, he, you, might be the great love of my life and if I do this, nothing and no one will ever compare”

Were you saying you were in love with him?

Pierre was suddenly sitting up straighter, every other sound being blocked out, eyes focused only on you, if this was the love confession he had been waiting for, then the entire universe could stop while he heard it.

“I am terrified, because I am in love with you” it was only a whisper, but it was the only thing Pierre heard, like his brain had recorded the sound and amplified it.

You said it. It was there, out in the world. You had admitted it, not only to him, but to yourself as well.

Pierre let out a shaky sigh from a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

“Finally.”

[smoochkooks]

—hymne a l’amour (m.)

⟶ pairing: park jimin/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, tiny bits of angst

⟶ word count: 5.5k

⟶ summary: it’s valentine’s day and your boyfriend decides to surprise you in more ways than one. and when you’re dating park jimin, cocky, smart and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of absolutely nothing.

⟶ warnings: dom!jimin, sub!reader, big dick!jimin, sir kink, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, ass slapping, dirty talk, use of degrading names, unprotected sex, mentions of jimin having a daddy kink, jimin being disgustingly sweet boyfriend, oc having at least 2 (two) mental breakdowns, cringy valentine’s day presents

this is eldorado valentine’s day special but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy! xx

Spending Valentine's Day in the city of Paris is like walking through the streets of Beijing and smelling the strong essence of soy sauce and chicken every time you take a breath.

Overwhelming.

(Or at least that's what you think is a good comparison, since you've never stood your foot in Beijing before.)

Paris seems to be on another level when it comes to celebrating Valentine's Day. It's because that's the city of love, someone may say, but no, my friend, it's not just that. French grammar isn't the only stupid thing about said country. Citizens are even weirder, in more ways than one. It's the Eiffel Tower and the smell of garlic that disguises it all when you first visit France.  

A week before February 14th, restaurants, cafees and grocery shops are all covered from head to toe in red hearts, chubby cupids, big teddy bears, various kinds of roses and, at the top of that – everywhere you focus your eyes on, you spot those huge inscriptions where words ‘love’ and ‘I love you’ are spelled in hundred different types of swirly fonts.

It's all too kitschy for your liking but tourists and locals don’t actually mind it even a bit. Once a year Paris turns into a set of the most cliché rom-com and no matter how irksome it might feel, you just have to survive this festival of boofonery.

You've always despised Valentine's Day with every fiber of your being (mostly because you hadn’t had anyone you could actually spend this day with) but your judgement took a sharp three-sixty turn when certain blond, charismatic man entered your life. Now, while you’re happily taken, a romantic dinner and a bouquet of red roses don’t sound that bad.  

But when you're dating someone like Park Jimin, a smart-ass, cocky and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of abosultely nothing.  

It's a little past ten, you’re laying in your king-size bed, a day before the actual Valentine's Day. Jimin informed you he was going to be late for dinner because of some extra paperwork he had to do in the office, so you patiently wait for him. Wrapped like a fancy Christmas gift in a new pair of flimsy, lacy lingerie you recently bought in Victoria’s Secret, all hidden underneath Jimin's baggy t-shirt (the combination of casual and slutty never fails to drive him crazy). The set is cute, in a baby pink colour. The last time you pulled a move like this, Jimin went hard, literally and lyrically.

Let's just say that Park Jimin (and his dick) likes high-quality underwear.

Dating Jimin has taught you a few things, one of them being that his sex drive is insatiable, so you always need to be prepared. That’s why you're now laying here, on your bed, freshly shaved and smelling of coconut, your precious pussy ready to be worshipped by Jimin's mouth.  

When you hear the familiar jingle of keys and the door to your apartment swings open, you squeal in excitement, grabbing your phone from the nightstand to scroll through it mindlessly so you don’t come across a girl whose only purpose in life is to get dicked down by her boyfriend.

(Which, right now, is your only purpose.)

“Babe, I’m home!”

You hear Jimin pulling off his shoes and coat, so you shout back, “I’m in the bedroom!”

He seemed to be in a good mood in the morning and if nothing's changed, you're positive about getting some action tonight. A well-deserved orgasm after work it's all you crave. You squeeze your thighs, and wait.

“God, I’m so fucking exhausted.” Jimin announces upon entering the room and as soon as those words leave his mouth, he collapses face down onto the bed. His lifeless corpse smells like sweat mixed with his usual cologne and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

And that’s on getting railed by your boyfriend tonight.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs after a moment, voice laced with tiredness. He grunts and lifts himself up to place a chaste kiss on your lips. He tastes like bitter coffee and it makes you cringe, but you kiss him back nonetheless. He pulls off too fast for your liking and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck instead. He cuddles into your side, mumbling something about you feeling warm.

In your head, you count. When was the last time you two had sex? Right, last Tuesday. Oh boy, what a night it was. Your ass still hurts a little while sitting on a chair, a byproduct of your boyfriend's palm landing smack after smack on your cheeks. Lesson learned: never smile too broadly to the waiter who blatantly flirsts with you. You're sure the whole appartment complex heard that night who makes you feel that good  

(As if they don’t already know.)

See? Park Jimin is unpredictable.

“How was work?’’ you decide to ask instead, clearing your thoughts from the inappropriate images of Jimin’s bare body pressed to yours as he fucked you that night. You thread your fingers through his blond locks just the way he likes, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, his words muffled when he speaks. “This new employee can’t do shit. I had to prepare everything before tomorrow's expedition by myself,” he says. “I have to tell Namjoon to fire his ass.”  

You falter your movements for a second. Right, the expedition. You completely forgot about it. Jimin's going to be out of town for the whole day, digging in the soil in some French village the name of you cannot pronounce.

It looks like your fancy lingerie has to wait for her big premiere a little longer.  

“What time are you planning to be back home?” you ask.

“Dunno. Probably late.” Jimin exhales loudly, his breath tickling your neck. His hand travels to your nude thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. You fight back a moan that threatens to spill from you mouth. You really need to get laid soon. “We set off at 6am.” he adds, tracing circles on your bare skin. Your smile drops.

So the plans for morning sex on Valentine's Day stay where they belong. In your dreams.  

“You're so soft. And you smell like coconuts. I could stay like this forever.” Jimin mumbles, circling your waist with his arms and pulling you even closer to him.  

You sigh, basking in this situation just for a while, stroking Jimin's hair and listening to his steady breathing until he eventually falls asleep. Still fully clothed, still with his hand on your thigh. Carefully, so you don’t wake him up, you get up from the bed to take off your underwear. You do feel a little disappointed, but it's okay.  

When you settle yourself on the bed next to Jimin again, your back facing him, a strong arm pulls you flush to his body. You hear him sighing with relief, and it makes you smile to yourself.  

Lights off, everything can wait for tomorrow.

In the morning, just like expected, you wake up alone. There's no sight of Jimin, his side of the bed empty and cold. For your dismay, there’s no bouquet of red roses waiting for you in the kitchen, no box of chocolates or a small, cheesy note with your name written on it. Not even a short “Happy Valentine's Day, baby!” text on your phone. Absolutely nothing.  

You tells yourself it’s fine. Maybe Jimin didn’t have enough time, maybe he was too occupied with expedition to prepare something special, maybe the big surprise is yet to come. However, you can’t quite shake off the feeling that something do seem odd and it makes you anxious. Leaving without a single text is not Jimin's style. Not when it's your first Valentine's Day spend together.

You probably shouldn’t worry that much. It's not a big deal, after all you hate those types of annual holidays and Jimin knows it. Yet something about the whole situation makes you uncontrollably uneasy. You have never been like this, vulnerable and sheepish. You hate Park Jimin for turning you into such a softie.

Walking through the streets of Paris makes you feel nauseous. You look at all the happy couples sucking each others’ faces for everyone to see and fight an urge to gag. Someone shouts “Love is in the air!” and you almost throw up. Everytime you see someone holding heart-shaped balloons or flowers, you whip your head in other direction. It's nothing, you keep reminding yourself. A stupid holiday that doesn’t mean anything at all.

But the actual nail to the coffin happens to be the atmosphere in Eldorado headquarters. It drives you absolutely crazy.

It's 12am and still no word from Jimin. You checked: this bastard was online one hour ago, so he just doesn’t want to talk to you. Fine, mister. If this is how you wanna play, try sucking your dick by yourself, beacuse I’m not getting near it anytime soon, you think to yourself, filled with rage.

Yeri wiggles her pretty eyebrows at you and asks about your plans for tonight. You fake a giggle, saying that Jimin will probably surprise you with something when he gets back from his expedition. The words taste bitter on your tongue, especially when the high hopes you had simply melted away this morning. Your friend then starts babbling about the restaurant she's going to with Jungkook after work and you listen to her rant with forced smile on your face the whole time.

Meanwhile, a few meters away from you Hoseok is giggling like a teenager, typing something on his phone, without a doubt (sex)texting his girlfriend. She's out of town and you’re more than sure Hoseok hasn't gone to bathroom ten minutes ago just to take a piss. Even Namjoon is in a pleasant mood today, humming some old ABBA hits under his breath. Yesterday he couldn’t shut up about his date with a girl who’s also his new neighbour. He met her when she came by to give him homemade croissants. Ironically, that sounds a lot like some kdrama lovestory to you, and Namjoon hates kdramas.

During lunch time, you scroll through your Instagram and almost slam your phone on the wall. There's a new photo uploaded on Kim Seokjin's account.  

kimseokjin92: Celebrating Valentine's Day on Maldives w @minsuga #couplegoals #boyfriends #valentinesday #loveislove

They are on fucking Maldives. Fucking Maldives! You grit your teeth. It's fine. Completely fine.

But the absolute peek, the moment when you almost break down into tears and curl yourself into a ball of misery, comes in the person of Jeon Jungkook. He enters the office with a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses you have ever seen, a huge grin plastered on his stupid face.

Your heart clenches in your chest. Park Jimin could never.  

Jungkook hands Yeri the flowers and she laughs, slapping his chest when he starts declaiming Romeo's monologue from the Shakespeare’s tragedy. He then kisses his girlfriend deeply and lovingly, making her cheeks flush in crimson. Hoseok coos at them, Namjoon following him. You swear you saw Jungkook's tongue in the process of said heavy make out session.  

(Jealously is an awful emotion, you've decided a long time ago.)

An hour later, the bouquet stands proudly on Yeri’s desk and you stare at it with melancholy. You briefly avert your gaze to Jimin's desk and the memories flash before your eyes. The same desk he had you bent over, skirt bunched around your waist and cock drilling into your pussy, when you both stayed together at work after hours not so long ago.  

You mentally slap yourself. Get your shit together, woman. It's not like he broke up with you. It's just some stupid holiday. It's nothing.

“Something's wrong?’’ Yeri asks you with genuine concern written on her face.  

You swallow, forcing yourself to smile. “No, everything's fine. Just a headache.”  

She eyes you suspiciously. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” you say. Even though your friend doesn’t look convinced, she eventually stops bothering you.

It's all good. My boyfriend forgot about our first Valentine's Day together but everything's alright. No worries, you want to say instead.  

Later that day, when you exit the elevator and walk straight to your apartment, a strange smell of something burning fills your nostrils. Is that food? A real fire? No, that's definitely some meat that stayed too long in the oven.

The closer you are, the smell becomes stronger, like it’s actually coming from your apartment. You furrow your eyebrows.

“What the fuck.” you mutter to yourself.  

When you open the door, your jaw falls slack, eyes wide like saucers.

Never, in your entire life, had you thought  you would see Park Jimin, your own dearest boyfriend, popping out from the kitchen with his hair disheveled, sweat coating his forehead, wearing a black suit underneath the most ridiculous apron you have ever seen: pink with a big-ass ‘mr good lookin is cookin' written in the middle.  

(Can someone remind you why are you dating him? Oh, thank God he isn’t naked underneath.)

He looks completely lost when he spots you, waving awkwardly in your direction. It's probably the first time he touched something in the kitchen that isn’t coffee machine. He’s so flustered that you almost forget he nearly turned your apartment into ashes.

“Hi, babe.” he says sheepishly.

It takes all the willpower you hold not to spit a lung watching your boyfriend who absolutely hates cooking, trying to look unimpressed by the smell of burnt food. He does a pretty poor job though, an apron not helping in the situation.

“Happy Valentine's Day!’’ he exclaims perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, approaching you and planting a kiss on your cheek. And after that, you burst into hysterical laughter.  

(Seriously, you almost lose your own breath three times.)

Jimin looks terrified but most importantly – put out. You’re probably hurting his enormous, almost the size of Russia pride right now. (Not your fault Jimin has the biggest praise kink on the planet.)  

“Why are you laughing? Is it because of the chicken? Fine, I can’t cook for shit but I tried, okay? I didn’t have enough time and it was the middle of the night in Korea so I couldn’t just facetime my mum for advice and-”

You interrupt his rambling with a searing kiss, effectively shutting him up. He falters for a moment but quickly catches up, pulling you closer to him, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss.  

But then, when his about to trail kisses down your throat, you hit his arm.

“What was that for?!” Jimin yelps, looking at you with astonishment.

“I thought you fucking forgot about the Valentine’s Day!” you yell, slapping his chest. “Why didn't you tell me about this?!”

“Because the definition of surprise says you can’t reveal it sooner?” he reponds in a mocking tone.

“Oh, shut up.” you grumble and pull him in for another kiss. You could feel him smiling into it, cheekily biting onto your lower lip. He places a loving peck on your forehead and brushes the strands of your hair behind your ears. There's so much affection in his eyes you could melt into a puddle right here and there.

“I’m sorry. Jungkook told me you looked upset the whole day.” he whispers.

“I wasn't!” you protest.

“He told me you almost cried when he gave Yeri a bouquet of red roses.”  

This stupid brat.

You look up at Jimin. “Fine. I was mad. And sad. Everyone was having the time of their lives and here I was, on a verge of mental breakdown because my idiot of a boyfriend supposedly forgot about the Valentine's Day.” you say, crossing your arms over chest with a pout.  

Jimin rolls his eyes and takes your hand, leading you to the living room, where a bottle of (your absolute favourite) wine is standing on the table, along with candles and, yes, red roses. It's too cheesy and straight from the cringy rom-coms but you don't mind, because it's Jimin and he poured his heart into this and it's all that matters.

When he approaches you again, he isn’t wearing that stupid apron and you blush at how perfect he looks, almost painfully handsome. His hair needs a cut so it’s pushed back from his forehead. God reincarnated in the form of a smart, cocky archeologist who happens to be your boyfriend.

You're, well, in your black jeans and baby blue sweater and you probably stink, but Jimin assures you with his loving touches he doesn’t mind, never will. He always does that, looking at you with those sparkling eyes which say you're the most beautiful thing in the world for him.

And it doesn't matter how many times you scold him throughout the day, how many banters you have over silly things, because at the end of the day, in each others’ embraces, it feels like home for the both of you.

“Since the chicken chickened out,” Jimin says nonchalantly, filling your glasses with red wine. “We can always get drunk and watch some old romantic movies.”

You smirk. “You cried the last time when we watched ‘When Harry met Sally’.”  

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Don't test my patience, sweetheart or you won't get the presents.” he warns.

You raise your eyebrows. You hope one of them comes in the form of his dick. Suddenly, you’re reminded of your lingerie set, so you make a mental note to wear it after the shower. “Can I see those presents now?” you ask, looking at Jimin with pleading eyes. It's exactly three seconds till he softens.  

“Fine.” he mutters and heads to the bedroom.

When he comes back, he’s not alone. Literally not alone, because he's caring the most hilarious Valentine’s present you could ever think of. A giant, white teddy bear, almost in the size of him, heart-shaped balloons attached to his right paw.

“This is,” Jimin whips his head to read the name on the bear's chest. “Ted.”  

You blink. “You bought me a teddy bear named Ted?”  

Jimin opens his mouth to say some witty comment but he stops when he hears you sob. “Baby, sweetheart, what's wrong?” He kneels in front of you, the bear long forgotten on the floor. You burst into tears and Jimin tries to calm you down, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

Once you eventually stop crying and regain your normal breathing, you wipe your tear-strained cheeks and look down at your very much worried boyfriend. “You are an idiot, Park Jimin. A fucking idiot. That teddy bear is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen and I should humiliate you for giving me that but...” You take a deep breath. “But I can’t. Because I fucking love you, dumbass.”

The corners of Jimin lips lift in amusement but you’re clearly not done with your little speech, so he waits until you finish. “You organized the most cliché date ever. You read all the Grey's books. You can’t cook for shit and this stupid apron you wore? God have mercy,” You visibly cringe. “You declaim Greek philosophers when you shower. Fuck, you persuaded me to do teacher-student roleplay and I kept calling you daddy during the whole thing because you asked me to. You are everything I despise but at the same time I love you so much,” you say, tears once again welling in your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m telling you this now, even though I've realised this a long time ago.”

Jimin’s silent, so unlike him, declaring his emotions with a huge grin this time. He stands up and picks your body into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you both to your bedroom. He places you gingerly onto the mattress, hovering over your figure.

(Your fancy lingerie can wait for another occasion.)

“I love you too, ___.” he says, staring into your eyes. “You’re making me the happiest man in this world.”  

You roll your eyes, however there’s no use for that because your cheeks are already tainted red. “Oh, stop being such a sap.”  

He smirks. “You love when I’m like this.”  

“That is, in fact, not true.”  

You’re lying and he knows it, but he always lets you banter with him like this anyway.  

“Then what do you want me to be today?” he asks, his hands travel down to your zipper, then pull down your jeans. “Sweet? Loving?” He helps you take off your sweater and you’re left with nothing on beside your underwear. “Or do you want me to be rough? Push you around and fuck you stupid?” You gulp, your attitude successfully shut down. “Come on, use your words.”  

Somehow, you manage to gain your composure. “Want you to take off your clothes first.”  

Jimin chuckles, lowly and with a promise of more to come if you’re patient and behaving well, according to his commands. “You’re not the one to give orders here, baby.” he retorts. Then, he’s gripping your knees, pulling your legs apart and putting your pussy on full display for him.  

There’s already a dark, wet patch forming on your grey panties and he tsks disapprovingly. “You’re wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. You want it that much, huh?”  

You nod. “Please, touch me.”  

“Try again.”  

So he’s in that mood today. You’ve explored a fair share of kinks with Jimin so far and what you know for sure is that he always takes the leading role in bed. He likes to dominate, be the one in charge, railing you into the mattress until you’re crying out so loud your neighbours are banging on your walls.  

You slip into your role naturally, your usual confident behaviour gone and replaced with timidity. He relishes in seeing you like this, helpless and vulnerable, a stark contrast to how you act on daily basis.  

Jimin pins you with his dark stare and you give in. ‘”Yes, sir.”  

“Good girl.”  

He rewards you with a feather-like touch of his fingers on your pussy. He finds your clit with ease, rubbing it with practiced strokes until more juices drip down from your hole, wetting your panties embarrassingly fast. Your legs shake with want for more, to feel him sink his digits knuckle-deep into your cunt and finger you like he did that one time in a bathroom on your flight to Japan.  

He doesn’t seem the slightest bothered with your state, ignoring your pleading eyes and wanton moans. He hasn’t even taken off your underwear yet and you’re already on the verge of an orgasm.  

Jimin knows your body inside and out, probably better than you do, so it doesn’t come as a surprise to you that he can sense when you’re about to climax. He withdraws his hand from your center seconds before your release. You can’t help but huff with annoyance.

“Something's wrong, babygirl?” he asks, saccharine-sweet and annoyingly innocent.  

Your retort dies on your tongue the moment he decides to unbutton his white dress shirt. You’re too distracted with delicious lines of his sculpted chest to complain about your denied pleasure anymore. Your hands itch to touch him but you stay immobile, devouring him with your eyes instead.  

Jimin notices you're staring and smirks. “Like what you see?”  

You nod. “Yes, sir.”  

He then stands up from the bed and motions for you to come closer. You oblige without an ounce of confusion, crawling until you’re sitting on your heels in front of him. It’s a rather humiliating position but you can’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline in your veins when he cups your chin and tilts your head up.  

“Take off my pants.”  

You rush to obey, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands because you know what’s coming next once his pants are pulled down. He’s already hard, the prominent bulge of his cock straining in his briefs.  

“Now my underwear.”  

You nearly moan out loud when his cock slaps his abdomen, mouth salivating to take him in deep but you don’t dare touch him without a directed instruction. He makes sure your eyes are on him and starts stroking himself, spreading the precum all over his length, hissing when his thumb rubs the sensitive head of his cock.  

Jimin groans, low and throaty, and you whimper quietly in response. “What, baby? You want my cock that much?” he asks, his left palm cupping your cheek. You whisper a meek “Please” and he chuckles. “Come on then. Show me what that slutty mouth of yours can do. Open up.”  

Your lips part on command and you nearly moan when he guides his cock into your mouth. You’ve sucked Jimin's dick enough times to know what he likes, what brings him to the edge quicker than hitting the back of your throat. You lick the tip of his cock, eyes darting to check his reaction and, just as you expected, his features twist in pleasure.  

You relish in a minute or two of the control you have over him before he grows bored with your teasing and decides to fuck your mouth instead. But for now, you make sure to have him suffer a little for that stunt he pulled earlier when he didn’t make you come.  

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks for extra stimulation. Your hands reach to fondle his balls and you smirk around his cock when you hear a groan leave Jimin's mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, moaning at the praise. “My pretty slut.”  

The first hit on the back of your throat makes you gag because fuck, is he big. The only thing bigger than Jimin's ego seems to be his dick, apparently. When he threads fis fingers through your hair you know what’s about to come; jaw relaxed, saliva dripping down from the corners of your mouth, you’re ready to be ruined.  

He withdraws, giving you exactly five seconds to breathe and then pushes forcefully inside. Your mind is filled with mental images of him giving your pussy the same treatment later. You would whimper at the thought, if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of dick. Instead, you give your best, swallowing every inch of him obediently.  

“That’s it,” he rasps, clamping one hand on the back of your neck for better leverage. “You’re doing so good, baby.” When he nudges the back of your throat again, you feel him throb. He pulls away from the warmth of your mouth seconds later, panting heavily. He falls back onto the bed and pats his thighs. “Come here.”  

You scoot closer to him and crawl onto his lap. He smiles at you from below, pulling you in for a kiss. The hands he previously gripped your waist with now travel upwards, unhooking your bra. Your hips unconsciously move, pussy gliding along the flexed muscles of his thigh.  

Jimin notices your desperate attempt at getting some friction on your most sensitive parts and helps you rock your hips. He moves your panties to the side and you moan, felling the delicious pressure on your bare center. He’s watching with amusement as you’re falling apart on his thigh, thumb reaching to rub your clit. You cry out, climaxing so hard you’re almost seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

He keeps helping you ride out your high until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. “Did you like it?” he then asks, urging you to look at him. “You were so desperate to come, sweetheart. Fucking yourself on my thigh like a bitch in heat,” You whine instead of responding, earning a harsh smack on your ass. “Use your words.”  

Another slap lands on your cheek and you mewl. “Yes, I loved it, sir.”  

He chuckles, maneuvering your body so you’re now positioned over his cock. He gives your ass a firm squeeze and you whimper, arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs despite orgasming just minutes ago. “Ride me, baby.” he says.  

You hurry to obey, guiding his cock inside you. It's a tight fit but your wetness makes it smoother to push him deeper. “So big,” you mumble, bottoming out. You know damn well Jimin likes to be praised and if the smirk that stretches on his lips is anything to go by, he enjoys what you just said. “That feels so good, sir.” You start moving your hips languidly.  

“Yeah?” Jimin quips, hands gripping your waist so tightly it almost makes the skin bruise. “Then show me what a good girl you are for me. Fuck, look at you. You’re so hot.” His palms cup your breasts, thumbs stroking your nipples.  

You keen at the praise and quicken your pace. Your thighs start to burn but you ignore that, bouncing on your boyfriend’s dick like there’s no tomorrow. The room is filled with lewd noises, skin slapping on skin. Jimin looks down, staring at his cock coated in your juices as it disappears inside your hole. He curses at the sight.  

Your legs start to shake, huffs leaving your lips. “Sir–please,” you whine, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.  

“What do you need, babygirl?” he asks, pinching your nipples. You squeal, your pace losing its previous rhythm.  

“I’m so close.” you stammer. “Please–touch me.”  

“Where you do you want me to touch you, baby?” He ignores your whimpers, the way your pussy keeps squeezing his cock in a vice grip. “Here?” He touches your tits again and you shake your head violently. “Or here–” His fingers find your clit and you cry out loudly. You feel so full, his cock hits your cervix every time you drop down onto him.

“Yes, yes,” you chant, mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut. You probably look right now like a professional porn star but you couldn’t care less, not when you’re so close to the climax. “Sir–fuckfuckfuck, please!”

“There you go,” Jimin coos, circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. “Come for me, baby.”  

You’re gushing around his dick, arousal leaking out of your hole and coating his thighs with your release. Your upper body gives out and you collapse onto Jimin, your cunt pulsing from the intense pleasure you’ve just experienced.  

“Oh god,” you mumble. “I just saw the answer to the whole universe.”  

You feel Jimin's chest shaking with laughter and when you look up, you find him grinning at you. “That good?”  

“That good.” you confirm, sighing tiredly.  

“Are you okay?” You hear him asking. No matter how much he likes to push you around and fuck until you’re seeing stars, he always makes sure if you’re feeling comfortable to continue.  

You spare him a nod. “You know I can handle it,” you say, lifting yourself up. “I’m a tough girl, right?” Despite the oversensitivity, you start rocking your hips again. “M-made for you.”

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, made for me,” he confirms and slaps your ass. Your pussy flatters around his cock. “Not like this,” he mutters and turns you onto your back with one, swift motion. “Much better.”  

You pout. “You didn’t like it when I was riding your cock, sir?” You’re bluffing, but a girl can her fun too.  

He clicks his tongue, guiding his cock through your folds again. “Oh, baby, I was enjoying it very much,” he says, picking up his speed. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. “But now I want it harder.”  

He fucks you just like he likes the most; fast and rough, unforgiving. He leans down for a messy kiss that’s all teeth tongue and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees his saliva dripping down your chin.  

(He decides right here and there that he might wanna explore his newfound fantasy soon.)

Soon you’re feeling the coil in your stomach tightening for the second time, embarrassingly quickly so. You moan, cunt squeezing around his dick. “Again?” Jimin asks, voice laced with both mirth and disbelief. Tears well in your eyes and you give him a nod. “Such a fucking slut.” he spits, slithering himself into you even faster than before.

Your third and final orgasm is so powerful and sudden, it nearly makes you black out. Jimin curses, fucking you through it. “Kiss me,” you whimper deliriously and he obliges, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “I love you.” you whisper into his lips and that’s what sends him over the edge.

“I love you, I love you–fuck.” he groans and spills himself inside, coating your pussy with his seed.

He collapses next you, chest heaving with every exhale. Your legs feel like jelly and you know you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Just when you’re about to tell Jimin to call in sick and spend the whole day in bed instead, he suddenly sits up.

“Wait, I forgot I have another present for us.” he says, rushing to pick something up from underneath the bed.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jimin, I swear to God, if you bought us matching t-shirts–”

He grins like a child, showing you two white pillows, the most basic ones you could ever think of, with ‘his side’ and ‘her side' written on them. It's cringy and ridiculous and you fight an urge to punch him, but you don't.  

Because it's Jimin and you will never complain about it.

Because you love him. And that's all that matters.