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sluturu · 5 months ago

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GAG ON IT .ᐟ — N. KENTO ୨‧₊˚✩

about. the only thing you want more than anything in the world is to get your boyfriend off but… you don't know how. luckily, nanami kento is a great teacher.

pairing. nanami kento x f!reader (non-sorcerer au)

wc. 2.6k

cw. dom!nanami, sub!virgin reader, (messy) oral (m. receiving), humiliation kink (if you squint), reader has a heavy praise kink, f!masturbation, pet names, face f!cking + deepthroating, head-pusher nanamin <3, slight angst (again, if you squint), reader is kinda insecure about lack of experience, lots of praise and validation ♡

kit’s note. hi, i'm (sorta) new here so pls forgive my writing and any mistakes... i haven't written in, like, 84 years and this really wasn’t supposed to be as long as it is. nonetheless, i hope u enjoy my very first jjk fic — kit ୨ৎ

nanami kento was one sexually experienced man.

you knew this. from the very first glance, it was undeniable. something in the way he carried himself, the gravity of his presence, told you—no, assured you—that he would unravel you, reshape you, and leave his mark in ways you couldn’t yet comprehend.

and, of course, you were correct.

you, however, were his perfect contradiction, a stark contrast that bled into everything you had built together, evident in every moment, every choice, every collision of your worlds.

nanami was your first boyfriend, and while school had offered its version of ‘sex education’ and the internet had no shortage of explicit material, none of it had ever translated into real experience—well, until him.

you’ve been turned on before, no doubt about it. you’ve given yourself a few weak orgasms with an amazon vibrator, sure. but the carnal desire you got when nanami was around was a feeling you’d never experienced before. how could a man be so hot and sweet and turn you on without even trying? he was perfect. beyond perfect.

and he was respectful. always so respectful. he wanted your first time to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of because he knows that’s what everyone deserves– it’s what you, above all, deserve. that’s why he decided to take it slow regardless of his personal desires.

it started with soft pecks. the teeny tiny ones that had you aching for more. those slowly led to real kisses, his tongue seeking solace in your mouth, roaming and exploring the new territory. then came the make out sessions, him leaving love bites on your neck while you rocked yourself against him subconsciously. which finally verged on him eating you out with his thick, long fingers fucking in and out of your cunt.

he was amazing– so mind-boggling that you couldn’t make sense of it. while you knew that he knew what he was doing, it had you appalled. he could make you cum one, two, three times in one sitting and you’ve never even heard of anything like this in your friends’ sex lives.

there was one miniscule problem with nanami, though. when you would ask if he needed help with the big… issue in his pants, he’d brush you off with a “don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” like the gentleman he is.

the more and more he refused your helping hand, the worse you felt. why should you be the only one that gets to feel good? especially when it’s at the hand of someone as compassionate and caring as nanami.

the insecurities had been festering within you for a while now. all you wanted was for him to feel good. you wanted him to have the same toe-curling experiences that he gives you. you wanted him to cum for you, because of you.

you’d hoped that one day, he might ask you for help to get him off, yet that day never came.

it’s why you decided to take matters into your own hands, asking him to come over to your apartment and dropping to your knees the second he entered your home. you gave him the biggest doe eyes and pout you could muster.

he was stunned, mouth ajar and eyes widened. you’re not usually so bold with him, which was fine. admittedly, he always thought your aversion to talking about sexual things was kinda cute.

still awestruck after a minute, he breathily asks, “sweetheart, wh-what are you…”

“well, ken, i’ve been thinking about you and me a lot lately and i realized… you’re always so giving… ‘n you’re always taking such good care of me.” you shyly trail off him as your hands itched to touch him… to take his cock into your hands– into your mouth. “i wanna take care of you now, if you’d let me?”

“you don’t have to do that, my love. i do those things because i want to, not because i have to. you should know that.” he says, airly. a voice that you’ve only ever heard a handful of times. one that makes your cunt pulse.

“i know. i jus’ want you to use my mouth, ken. you’re… you’re always making me feel good,” you beg with your eyes. “wanna make you feel good, too.”

“oh, baby,” he smiles softly at you, hand cupping your cheek while his finger brushes over the pout on your lips. “but you always make me feel good.”

you slightly open your mouth allowing his thumb to enter. your lips wrap around his finger, eyes fluttering close and a broken, needy moan sounding in your throat. you suck the way you’d actually suck him off, hand coming to wrap around his wrist while your tongue swirls around him.

nanami holds back his moan at the sight of you crazed and depraved. he’s seen you needy before but never to this degree. never so eager to please.

“fuck,” he muttered to himself, slipping his thumb out of your mouth and smearing your saliva over your lips. he pulls your bottom lip down, “you want it that bad, princess?”

you nodded, “please— so bad, kento.”

and he could never say no to you. especially not when you’re giving him teary eyes and that voice.

so he nods, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. the sound alone excites you, yet you can’t help but feel the apprehension of being face to face with his cock.

nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before you. while you’d felt him through his pants during your messy makeout sessions, his intimidating size exceeded your expectations by a mile. you accepted the challenge, nonetheless.

and now, here you were struggling to take his cock down your throat. and while he’d been praising you like crazy, you knew good and well he wasn’t getting off anytime soon. it’s when he suggested eating you out instead, you knew that your attempts were futile.

“you wanna try again, baby?” nanami coos softly as he strokes the top of your head. “we can stop if you wanna… i can eat that pretty pussy instead, i don’t mind at all.” the suggestion makes your heat throb but you shake your head incessantly. you can do this.

you look up at him through your wet lashes and he twitches in your dainty hand. “i wanna make you cum for once.” the words tumble out of your swollen lips in a mutter.

he frowns, hands coming back to your cheeks, only this time, the pads of his thumbs meet the wet, heated skin, brushing away the remainder of your tears.

you might be too good for him. you don’t even know how many times the thought of you alone has gotten nanami off. you don’t know how many cold showers he’s had to take, how much self-control it takes to be around you.

he sighs, squishing your face and forces you to look up at him. “alright, sweetheart, open wide for me, yeah? i’ll guide you.” his hands force you to nod. your heart skips a beat and the kaleidoscope of butterflies swarm wildly in your stomach.

you oblige almost immediately, parting your lips, ready to (try and) take him again.

“‘kay, we’re gonna go slow. remember to breathe through your nose– and no teeth.” he instructs and you’re nodding, wrapping your pretty lips around his gorgeous length. “i’ll let you lead, you can move your head down a little more when you’re ready, yeah?”

nanami sharply exhales when he feels the warmth of your mouth. heat spreads through his toned body like a wildfire– you drive him crazy.

even more crazy when you suddenly remember what you’ve seen in the pornos your friends forced you to watch. you look up at him through your lashes, letting your tongue swipe against the slit of his cock. “fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. use that tongue.”

you don’t know why, but the whispered curse that slips from his plump lips– lips that are raw from the way he can’t stop gnawing at them– has you arching into him. your cunt is begging for friction, so much so that it has you weeping. your eyes and your pussy.

his praise spurs you on and you push your head down some more. it makes you gag, yes, but you remember what he said, breathing heavily through your nose. you’re already crying and looking back up to see his face contorted in pleasure has you taking him deeper and deeper. you need more of these reactions– you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more, but that could be the need to please clouding your judgment.

nanami can’t resist the urge to fuck your cute little face when you look at him like that. the tears… the big, wide eyes trying to keep contact with his eyes… the way you look like a complete, utter mess all for him.

he moves his hands to dig into your hair before pushing you some more. the tip of his cock gets lodged in your tight throat and he loses it when he feels you attempting to swallow around him.

he throws his head back and lets out an echoing moan. “you’re suuuch a good girl. take my cock so well, pretty. ‘m so p-proud of you.” he praises. “so good f’me, aren’t you?”

you choke, letting the tears fall without an ounce of shame, but you nod with your mouth full of cock. you could care less about the way he’s actively bruising your throat, you’re making him feel good… and that makes you feel good. so good that you’re subtly fucking the air in hopes your boyfriend doesn’t notice.

“yeaaah, you are…” he hums, looking back down at you, taking him like the good girl you are. of course he notices you, he has a keen eye for these things. “aw, look at you. so needy… ‘s sucking me off getting you hot ‘n bothered?”

you whine in agreement, vibrating him to his core. you choke at the words, spluttering all over his cock creating bubbles of saliva at the base. his hands tug on your hair, pulling you off and it leaves you heaving, soft sobs ripping from your throat.

“tell me, sweetheart. i wanna make sure my girl is always satisfied.” he demands in a somewhat authoritative tone.

“k-ken, don’t care ‘bout that– i-i wan’ you to cum,” you practically beg to have him back in your mouth, but his hands in your hair hold you still.

he shakes his head, “uh-uh, none of that. go ahead and play with yourself for me, just like i taught you. you remember that, don’t you, my love?”

he makes your head nod again, his cock throbbing at the sight of your drool covering the entirety of your chin.

you let out a shaky breath as your hand moves from his muscular thigh to the waistband of your shorts. as you slip inside, your fingers find your desperate clit, rubbing it in circles the way he taught you. “k-ken, pl-please,” you moan.

he shudders, stomach flipping and cock twitching eagerly like he’s some teenager who’s never been touched. “please what, pretty girl?” he asks, his attempts to mask his neediness were vain and it was starting to show.

“please, fuck my face, kento. ple–” your words are muffled by nanami shoving his cock back into your mouth.

he lets his composure fly out the window, the guttural groan he’s been keeping down comes out loud– loud enough to make your eyes widen. “g-god, sweetheart– you’re… you’re gonna drive me–” he pushes your head down, squeezing his eyes shut as you swallow around him again. “insane. fuck, you’re so good, so good for me– fuck, baby, you’re making me feel so good.”

nanami knows he’ll probably regret rambling like this later, but, unbeknownst to him, it has you rubbing your clit like your life depends on it. messy circles over the unduly sensitive bud while he thrusts into your mouth with just as much vigor.

you gag and gag and the only thing it does is make nanami whine. he will definitely hate himself later for losing his self control, but right now? he’s madly in love with you and he’s showing it by giving you exactly what you want. pounding his cock into your mouth, using your face just like you asked.

your eyes roll and brows furrow in ecstasy, the now-familiar knot in your tummy forms with zeal.

“sweetheart– ugh, forgive me.” he moans, voice cracking handsomely. “fuck, baby. ‘m gonna cum– y-you’re making it so hard to hold back.”

why would you want him to? that’s the exact opposite of what you want. you try to relay that by snaking your free hand to the back of his thigh and pulling him towards you.

he hears your actions loud and clear and, before you know it, you feel the ribbons of seed painting your throat as his cock twitches uncontrollably.

the groans that leave his mouth are sinful. you’ve never heard him sound like this in the entirety of your time together— so unhinged and feral. you find that what’s coming out of his mouth might be your favorite sound ever and it’s definitely become your favorite side of him. the side of nanami where he’s the complete opposite of his otherworldly, chivalrous self. the gentleman you’ve grown to know and love is a hungry, filthy, masked freak and you fear that you’ve just released a beast upon you. not that you mind in the slightest. the thought only excites you further.

“god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth. “so pretty and perfect, all for me. my good girl.”

your fingers work faster at the praise and your muffled whimpers grow louder. all the while, your mouth overflows with his heavy load and you feel it beginning to leak from the corners of your lips.

once nanami notices, he pulls himself out of your mouth and you cough, choking over the exorbitant amounts of cum in attempts to swallow all of it.

“k-ken,” you heave, your voice hoarse. your fingers are still rubbing at your clit, uncoordinated, yet it’s getting the job done. “did i do okay?”

nanami’s still coming down from his mind blowing orgasm, chest huffing and puffing, but when he hears you seeking validation, he’s on his knees before you in an instant.

his hand slips in your panties and finds yours, your nimble fingers toying with your bud.

“so well. now c’mere,” he mutters. his fingers guide yours— he’s simply moving yours for you— and his other hand comes to cup your cheek. hungry for a taste, he slams his lips against yours, tongue invading your mouth despite the fact that he just came in it.

his fingers move yours faster and faster and you don’t even realize he’s pushing yours aside to take over.

you’re so weak when it comes to him. with him tonguing your mouth and his fingers working you, it’s no wonder you're coming undone in less than a minute.

you moan a mantra of his name into his, your body going taut as the knot in your tummy unravels.

he lets you ride it out, playing with your cunt till your shaky hands wrap around his wrist and you pull his hand away.

he moves his lips to your cheek, trailing wet pecks all the way to your ear. he whispers in your ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“i might be addicted to your pretty little mouth, sweetheart.”

#nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut

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shoyostar · 1 year ago

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THEME IS THEMING (so glad this is your actual blog and i wasn't being fooled)

HI KIT (pretend i did not answer this late shh) thank you !! your themes are always themeing too,,, now when is better call kit coming back hm? 🤨😒

#hi i’m cleaning out my inbox sorry kit if you see this lol #- ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ signed with love from better call kit .ᐟ #maybe i’ll call you kitty kat . . . who knows ☺️☺️#𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓁!

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strawb3rry-hon3y · 2 months ago

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cliché but opposites attract with yeon sieun? can be a headcanon or a scenario !! whatever you want 🫶🏼 tysm

Impulse And Intellect

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x GN!Reader Requested: Yes

Summary: A headcanon about Si-eun falling for someone who is his complete opposite.

Length: 676 Words Genre: Fluff / Light Angst

Warnings: Fluff, outgoing/impulsive reader behavior. Status: Complete!

♡. Si-eun first noticed you because you were everything he wasn’t. Loud laughter, quick emotions, and a warmth that seemed to follow you wherever you went. He didn’t understand you at first, and it lowkey annoyed him how you could just say whatever you were feeling so easily.

♡. You, on the other hand, found him fascinating. Calm, composed, and almost infuriatingly blank at times. Si-eun was like a puzzle you wanted to figure out.

♡. When you two started hanging out more (mostly because you forced yourself into his space, sitting next to him at lunch, dragging him into random conversations). Si-eun realized you weren’t just reckless, You felt everything deeply. But somehow, that didn’t make you weak; it made you strong in your own way.

♡. You love poking at Si-eun just to get any reaction out of him. Tugging his sleeves, mimicking his serious expressions, leaning way too close when he’s trying to study. Half the time he just blinks at you like "are you done yet?". But sometimes you catch the tiniest smirk before he hides it.

♡. You had no problem dragging Si-eun into chaotic adventures sneaking off-campus for snacks, last-minute study sessions that turned into you ranting about life, and even stupid bets like who could stay quiet longer, which are always his idea. (you lost every time, but he secretly liked when you talked).

♡. Speaking of, Si-eun secretly loves hearing you talk about your day, even when you ramble about random, pointless things. He won’t always respond with full sentences, but he listens so intently it makes your heart hurt a little.

♡. He doesn’t always know how to comfort you when you get upset. If you cry, Si-eun sits there awkwardly for a second before offering his hand or wordlessly pushing a snack and drink toward you. He’s trying, okay?

♡. Si-eun is the type to wordlessly fix your jacket if it’s slipping off, or move you to the inside of the sidewalk without saying anything, and press his hand lightly to your back when he feels you getting overwhelmed. No big gestures. Just quiet, constant care.

♡. He tries not to show it but seeing you upset messes him up more than anything. He’ll stay awake texting you, walking you home, or sitting quietly by your side, anything just to be there. Even if he doesn’t know what to say.

♡. You're the reason he starts carrying extra band aids or mini-med kits easy to carry. Not for himself: but for you. Because you keep scraping your knees, bumping into things, and somehow managing to get minor injuries doing the most ridiculous things.

♡. The first time he calls you "reckless," you grin and say "And you love it." without missing a beat. He looks like he’s about to argue but just sighs and looks away.

♡. Si-eun always pretends he’s not worried about you when you get yourself into stupid situations, but the way he shows up without you calling, and the quiet one or two word lectures he gives you afterward: kind of gives him away.

♡. When you’re feeling restless and impulsive, for example: "Let’s go on a midnight walk!" "Let’s dye our hair!" "Let's prank Baku!" Si-eun sighs.. but 95% of the time, he goes along with it. Quietly, Grumpily, But he’s there. Always.

♡. You once tried to teach him how to take silly selfies. He just stared at the camera like O_O the entire time. You love him for it anyway. (that exact photo became your home screen wallpaper.).

♡. He doesn’t say "I love you" first. Instead, it’s you blurting it out in the middle of a heated moment. Si-eun just blinks at you before replying in a small, quiet voice like it's the most embarrassing thing in the world: "I know. Me too.." Which is honestly more then you expected in that moment.

♡. People wonder how the two of you work so well together. What they don’t realize is that You don’t fix each other. You just make the hard days softer, the lonely days warmer, and life a little more bearable, together.

Taglist: N/A Header’s Creator: @saradika-graphics

#☾#✿#strawberrywrites #strawberryanswers #headcanon #x reader #gender neutral reader #weak hero x reader #weak hero class x reader #weak hero class 1 #weak hero class one #weak hero class two #sieun x reader #yeon sieun #yeon sieun x reader

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abyssyby · 5 months ago

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Touch, touch, touch

—every time you and sylus touch is out of necessity, until it isn’t just.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: baby’s first drabble! hello! soft, yearning, aching, hand-flexing sylus has been eating away at my brain like a maggot (affectionate). here’s the first of hopefully more of whatever this is ♡ i havent written in a hot MINUTE, so feedback is super appreciated. i hope you enjoy! ❀ -urs

sylus x reader | fluff, longing, dressing wounds, dates, and touches

The hunter’s attempts at sneaking up on him amuse him and make his chest ache at the same time. It was an all-too-familiar sight— her face and her eyes watching him like a hawk’s, her motions like a wild cat’s. A knife in hand isn’t favorable, sure, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. He’s barely looking when he catches your wrist with his sturdy fingers, head gracefully turning to look at you with no trace of urgency.

“Kitten.” glowing rubies scrutinize your failed attempt at causing harm. Or a good startle. He couldn’t read if that was murder or mischief in your eyes. Either way, he liked it. “Nice try.”

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Always so lost when it comes to the base, Mephisto is your only friend. The halls were made to be a labyrinth to anyone who dared trespass. Only Sylus and the twins truly know the way. Sylus spent hours programming the bird to know the ins and outs of the base, so he is your beacon. But he flies quick, and after shaking him like a tambourine that one time, he doesn’t really care if he loses you.

“Shit.” you mutter, turning in a circle. A comical fork in the hall before you. You just wanted to find the library Sylus has been so proud of. You wonder how you’ll ever get there. You wonder how you’ll ever get out…

Warmth on your shoulder and a sturdy grip on your arm maneuver you towards the rightmost hallway. Sylus towers over you, unimpressed. “He went that way.”

Cheeks growing warm, you wanted to punch him— for sneaking up on you in a most idiotic state. But you thank him instead, shaking him off and stalking after the stupid bird. Maybe you’ll give him another shake for good measure.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Amongst all your injuries, the broken nail on your thumb irks you the most. At least the lock is broken, and you’re safe and warm inside the safe house. The uncharacteristically charismatic safe house with leather couches, plush rugs, and a fancy fireplace. It smelled of white ginger incense and cinnamon. If you weren’t so dizzy and cold from the blood loss, you’d be living it up in this gold brick bungalow.

Slumping against the door, respectfully getting only the wood floors wet and not the carpet, you assess the situation: bruises and scrapes (no big deal), gunshot to your shoulder, bullet still lodged and bleeding slowly (not so bad), and possible concussion (maybe a little concerning), broken thumbnail (big issue).

You know exactly what you need to do. Where the first-aid kit may be, how to dig the bullet out, and what to bite on when you do it. Simple, easy, quick— as you were trained to do. A few winces and groans, and you’ll be fine. You lose a slow and steady breath. You’ll be fine…

A few minutes to rest wouldn’t be so bad. Just a few breaths, a moment to rest your eyes, to calm your heartbeat and slow the bleeding. Just a minute. Just a minute.

The click of the broken lock disengaging wakes you, sends you into a panic. How long have you been out? Instinct makes you reach, point, and cock your gun to the door— where it meets a dragon’s rock-molten glare. He scowls at you, incredulous— maybe at the blood on the polished mahogany floor, seeping between its crevices. Or at the shattered, high-end biotech door lock. Or the fact that you broke in. You have no energy to ask.

“You welcome this house’s owner by pointing a gun to his head?” he asks, but his voice carries no venom, nor does it any humor. He’s kneeling the next time you blink, hands hovering over your left shoulder. There’s something in the scrunch of his brows, the crease beneath his eyes, the short breaths he tries to hide— as if he’d been running, panicking.

“How…?”

“A safe with a broken lock tends to make itself known, sweetie.” he murmurs, too focused on all the blood. Too much to be coming from you. “Although the treasure usually doesn’t walk right in.”

He applies pressure. You groan. “What?”

“Can you stand?” he asks. You try, but at the first sign of strain on your face, he stops you and moves you himself.

He lays you by the fireplace, leaves the room to retrieve a first aid kit, and then works carefully in the dim light. He doesn’t speak a word, and you wonder if it’s because he’s mad. It is pretty shameless of you to break into his property. And you suppose pointing a gun to his head is even worse.

He shouldn’t have to do this. He shouldn’t be dirtying his hands with your mistakes, dealing with the consequences of your poor and ill-tempered decisions. Shouldn’t have to be dealing with a bloody floor and a broken lock— and it’s all your fault. Guilt, cold and sickening, bubbles up in the pit of your stomach.

But his hands are gentle and soothing. His presence, the sound of his breathing is lulling you into calm-surfaced waters with a current that runs rapidly, dangerously beneath. You hate that you want to drown.

“Sylus…” you start as he wipes his hands on his thighs, finished with stitching up your wound.

He holds out a pill. “Take this.”

You blink at him.

“Painkiller.” he nudges your hand open, and you wince as he hits your thumb. The broken nail making its presence known once more. He freezes, wondering if he’d done that. If he’d missed a broken bone. He didn’t check for sprains. He opens his mouth to say something.

But you cut him off, bringing your finger to your lips and sucking. “I broke it when I picked your lock.”

“Your finger?” he sounds mad.

“My nail.” you clarify, voice quieter now. A response at his own tone.

The cord that pulled his shoulders taut and froze his spine breaks its tension. He exhales. The rest of him follows, and with softness, he whispers. “Let me see.”

You lift your hand to him carefully, and his strong fingers wrap around the base of your thumb and your palm. He inspects it with such care you’d think it was a protocore worth his time. “Looks bad.”

“Feels bad.” You confirm, tugging at your hand. But with no real force. Maybe just to see if he would let go.

He doesn’t. In fact, he looks pained. Maybe he had been looking pained this whole time— when he cleaned your cuts, when he pulled the bullet out of your shoulder and stitched up the gaping hole. Too engrossed in your guilt, you hadn’t noticed that what you thought was anger on his face was something else entirely. Anguish. Worry. The last fraying thread of composure his sanity clings to tonight. His grasp tightens around your hand, and he cleans it with the same tenderness he gave your worse injuries.

Then he pulls your hand up to his lips. His breath ghosts over your skin, heat lacing through your veins, down your arm and pooling in the crevices of your chest. “Call me, next time. When you need help.”

He gauges your expression. He looks different here. His usual blood-cursed irises now looking like sweet, warm honey in the glow of the firelight.

“Please.” He insists, voice low and imploring. It snaps you out of your reverie, and you nod. That’s enough for him.

You spend the rest of the night talking, or at least he tries to keep you talking. You still did have a concussion after all.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

You shouldn’t be surprised, and yet. In the mirror, you scrutinized yourself in the dress he bought you. The shifting hues of black and red at the movement, how the gloves looked like starlight and felt like butter on your arms. How the heavy diamonds adorning your ears and your neck glimmer in the ambient light of his guest room.

There is a knock on the door and at your command, it swings open to reveal an equally stunning leader of Onychinus.

The strap of his watch catches his skin as he pushes the door open. He’s scowling at his wrist when you see him. And as he looks up, he meets your wide-eyed gaze in the mirror. There is a rupturing, caving so grand in your chest at his heated gaze. A smile he cannot help graces his dangerously, beautiful lips. “You look…”

“My dress,” you say at the same time. Desperate, quick to fill the silence that stuffed the room now that there are two people in it. Now that he— handsome and alluring— is in it. You need to get a grip. “Can—“ you pause when you realize he was speaking too. But he simply gestures for you to go on. “Can you help me?”

Sylus takes in the ask and nods. Willing the thrumming in his chest to cease and his breathing to steady as he comes up behind you. Closer and closer until you feel the heat of his fingers on your skin.

“I’m going to—“

“Go ahead.” you feel his knuckle glide up the skin of your back as he zips you up snugly in the dress. So perfectly fit, you tried to find a flaw— but there was none. The glitter didn’t scratch under your arms, the fabric didn’t itch around your waist and it draped just below your ankles. it was soft and flexible enough should you have to move more than needed during tonight’s operation, you could.

Something stirs in you that Sylus, under the guise of wanting to handle things himself, still took to account specific, necessary modifications for your comfort without you having to say a word.

“Thanks.” you say, catching the reflection of his eyes again. His own lingers on the zipper for a moment before he pulls his hands away like he’d touched fire. He grunts in reply. Whatever he came in to say was lost to him, and frankly, he had no interest in getting it back.

“Take your time.” he says instead, voice tight. Then, unable to say another word, he turns on his heel and marches out with a rigid spine and stiff shoulders. Unbeknownst to you, his ears had gone as crimson as his irises. Meanwhile, you curl in on yourself, nails digging into your arms as you drop to your ankles, willing yourself into a ball to distract from the inferno in your chest.

Good thing the dress was stretchy.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Sylus?” turning, you wonder how it was possible to lose such a tall, formidable man.

The crowd is an ocean that pulls you within its current however-much you push against. He asked you, very kindly, actually, to stay by his side— or so you recall. And yet the pastries, the trinkets, the lanterns and the small stall with the adoptable pets have charmed you like the lilt of a flute’s tune.

The Linkon plaza is never this crowded, if it weren’t for the new year festival. From his cave, you thought you’d lure him out and show him how bright and happy a celebration should be beyond the confines of the base. Sure, the lanterns are up, the gold coins are scattered, the streamers and confetti have littered the floors of the mansion (thanks to the eagerness of the twins), but being out with the people celebrating the arrival of a new year is still, you argued, different.

“I don’t need anyone else.” He’d said when you coined the idea. With his gentle look, and the hint of a challenge beneath a raised brow. You turn away before he spots the visual evidence of the prickles you feel under the flesh of your cheeks. He still does, anyway. It makes him grin.

Never truly one to deny you, he agrees on one condition: stay close. And here you are… not.

“Excuse me— sorry.” You weave through people as gently as you could, straining your neck trying to look over countless heads to find familiar moon-touched hair. A part of you itches in frustration— with his height, he should find you easily. Why wasn’t he looking for you?

The crowd spits you out by a sidewalk where children have gathered nearby to watch a puppet show. He’s impossible to miss in his red coat and bright white hair. There he stood in the back of the short crowd, watching intently as the paper dragon dances with the princess.

You wander next to him quietly, not wanting to disrupt his intrigue. There was a far-away look in his eyes that made you wonder if he was watching at all. When he flinches ever so slightly as the dragon is slain, you’re sure he is.

He feels your hand slip into his palm, and his fingers instinctively find their place between the spaces of your own. And something like freshly cooked rice or a hearty soup travels down into your chest at the feeling that this— this was right. You should have been doing this from the moment you arrived; then you wouldn’t have wandered, then you wouldn’t have strayed. You make a mental note: don’t let go.

He thinks of how well you’ve gotten at sneaking up on him.

Your grasp tightens. “There you are.”

“You left me.” he says, his voice a little raspy from underuse. Unlike yours, that has been yelling his name the moment you realized he was gone.

“No, I didn’t.” you insist, nudging him. “I just lost you for a second.”

“Felt like ages, sweetie.” he says, looking at you. He means to tease, but his words carry the weight of a lifetime.

“Sylus.” you frown. You don’t like the way his features look haunted by a specter you cannot slay. Your free hand comes to touch his face, fingers brushing just below his eye, easing lightness back beneath his skin. “I found you.”

And as if by your touch, his soul snaps into place. This one, now. Not any other life before. His brows unfurl and his distance from sea to shore recedes. A tenderness. A gratefulness. A prideful, present sort of affection. “You did.”

“Wasn’t easy.” you huff, shoulders sinking in frustration. Spreading out the tension as the air between you has gotten too thin. But your hand stays in place, curling around his jaw to stabilize itself. Your thumb has a mind of its own, rubbing the back of his hand. To ground him, you say. For him. For… you, too. “There are too many things, I got a little overwhelmed.”

He smirks, reaching up to your face and swiping his thumb over the corner of your lip. It comes away stained with blue icing. From the very cupcake that lured you away. He brings it to his lips and tastes it. “Show me.”

“Hm?” you blink, distracted at the act. The sound of your pulse muffling your ears, drowning out the droning of the crowd.

“Show me the many things.” he says again, a chuckle sanding his tone. His voice is clear as day, the only true thing you hear in the cheerful chaos of the festival. He shakes your joined hands. “I’ve got you.”

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

thank you for reading!

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nekomanager · 2 years ago

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𖦹 f!reader, just rough unprotected sex

HE HURT HIMSELF while playing volleyball again and just like the usual, you kissed his wound before keeping the medicine kit. "This hurts too," he whined and you gulped when he brought your hand over the huge bulge of his gray sweatpants, dragging it along his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down. Your eyes widened as his erect cock popped upright. Your tongue reflexively moistened your lips at the delicious sight of it.

"Would you give it a kiss too?" He whispered under a sleazy grin.

"Which lips do you want?" You breathed out and you surely saw him get a tad bigger.

He ran his curled finger over your lips and you anticipated sucking it, but he pulled away.

"Is this one ready?" He asked while the tip of his fingers rubbed your pussy over your panties like he's squeezing the juice out of you. "Fuck..." He hissed, seeing how quickly he made you feel aroused. "Just the sight of my cock and you're this wet."

"P-Please..." You begged as you rolled your hips against his touch.

He groaned in return unable to hold back any longer. Positioning yourself over his lap, he set aside your panties and aligned his cock on your entrance. Without hesitations, he pushed his hips upwards, penetrating you deep.

You moaned and he grunted. He didn't bother taking it slow and he slammed with endless speed, making you wrap your arms around his strong body. "W-Wait! Wait! I can't...take it!" You pleaded but he didn't budge, instead he got both of his palms on the surface of the bed, pushing himself up and down against you and showing you who's in control. You felt your inside heating up as his dick felt like tearing you apart yet it felt so good you're about to lose your mind. Your head swung back not bearing the intensity and soon, you let go of your hold of him, your back falling in bed. He hovered you, not letting go. With such force, he rammed into you finishing himself. You convulsed, cumming hard around him at the same time.

You both caught your breaths and he placed gentle kisses on your temple. "Does this hurt?" He asked, tenderly touching your pussy. "Do I have to give it a kiss?" He whispered and you knew you couldn't stop him. Your head started spiraling when he sucked you in, bringing you back in bliss again probably for the entire night.

—♡ kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu, lev, osamu, iwaizumi, ushijima, terushima, daichi, hirugami

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hanahaki270 · 1 year ago

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♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

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loving-puppy · 4 months ago

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We didn't end up making finals- guess we've ended in defeat for today. My run was good, and that's all that matters, I suppose

#~•♡•~kits thoughts~•♡•~#~•♡•~kits complaints~•♡•~#~●♡●~kits colorguard~●♡●~#~•♡•~kits outings~•♡•~

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dolcecherub · 13 days ago

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safe with you •°. *࿐

✭ pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

✭ tags: best friends' brother, Hattie Piastri!, pining, slight harassment, club and drinking activities, late-night chats, Oscar's hands. (that's it lol), long winded confession

✭ yap: honestly was in a bit of a slump but then I ended up finishing this tonight so enjoy babies!!! let me know any suggestions or anything - also slight bonus content at the end from hattie's pov lol, also not super proofread so i apologize for any mistakes enjoy mwah♡

✭ word count: 6.4k

You had met Oscar when you were 15, the awkward new girl sitting at the Piastri family kitchen table with your knees tucked under yourself as you sat next to Hattie, who seemingly chatted away about a new song from some group.

You had become inseparable from Hattie that year, and she insisted you come over after school whenever you could.

You remember it vividly.

Oscar had wandered in, sweaty from training, and grabbed a glass of water, eyes brushing over you curiously before they fluttered towards Hattie.

“That’s Oscar, he’s all gross from karting.” Hattie introduced, her nose scrunching at the sight of his sweat-damp hair matting to his forehead, his face flushed.

“Hey,” He nodded his head at you, a boyish grin plastered to his face. “I’m right here, Hattie, c’mon.” He teased, walking past her far too close for her liking, as she whined out in disgust.

Your heart tripped over itself at the sight of him, and you shook your head slightly. You smiled back at him with a small smile, your cheeks surely flushing pink.

He let out a chuckle before walking away and up the stairs as you tried to remember how to take proper breaths.

That was only the start of it. The moment, tame and forgettable to frankly anyone else, was the subtle beginning of something that would follow you for years.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

By the time you were eighteen, you knew it wasn’t just a crush.

You noticed everything about him.

The way his laugh changed when he was genuinely amused, low and breathless, something that rattled deep inside you. The way he’d reach for his phone with his thumb, regardless of whether the screen had lit up. The way he so sweetly made time for his family, even during the chaos of race weekends and karting events.

And what always stood out the most was the way he treated you.

When you had tripped and torn your knee open trying to learn how to roller skate with Hattie, Oscar had been the one to bring the first aid kit and clean you up. Or when Hattie had accidentally forgotten your birthday one year (she profusely made up for it with food and an expenses-paid shopping spree), Oscar was the one who dropped off your favourite chocolate and candies with a quiet, “She’s hopeless sometimes.”

Regardless of it all, you didn’t let yourself hope. Not seriously. He was nearly two years older, Hattie’s brother at that. He was focused on his career, surely not worried about his younger sister’s friend.

And yet still, you felt it. The tension in the little things. His arm brushing yours when you both reach for something on the counter. The way his eyes lingered a few seconds too long when you wore a new dress. The way his texts stopped solely pertaining to Hattie, rather often asking if you were coming over that day.

You told yourself it was wishful thinking, that you’d grow out of it.

You never did.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

The feelings only sharpened as you got older. You were in your twenties now, grown, confident, and self-assured on most days. And still, Oscar could unravel you with a simple glance.

He had come home for the off-season, and you’d end up around the same dinner tables and the same kitchen counters, a familiar rhythm settling in.

The house was quiet this night, the kind of stillness that only settled in after everyone else had gone to bed, and perhaps even some animals were settling in for the night.

It was particularly hot, your mouth unnecessarily dry as you tossed in bed next to Hattie. It was one of your many sleepovers with her, her breathing steady as you slowly slipped out of bed. You silently tiptoed downstairs, bare feet cold against the tiles, a loose t-shirt hanging off your body.

Flicking on the kitchen lights, you grabbed a glass, filling it as quietly as possible before chugging it and refilling it. You leaned against the counter, body letting out a slight shiver as you watched the darkness outside.

Oscar appeared in the doorway before you could even hear his footsteps. He was quiet, hair tousled from a restless sleep. Sweatpants and a plain black shirt spanned his chest, built from all the training. He had grown into himself well, muscles defined, a boyish smile still a constant on his face. He rubbed a hand on his jaw as he blinked sleep from his eyes.

You straightened up, your heartbeat skipping before you could stop it.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He murmured, voice scratchy from sleep.

You shook your head, smiling faintly, your hand gripping the glass a little tighter. “No, just needed a minute.” You said, looking away and stepping aside slightly to give him more room.

He nodded like he understood that far too well, stepping past you and brushing a hand through his hair, ruffling it. He reaches up into the cabinet and grabs a glass.

“Didn’t think anyone else would be up,” He admitted, eyes sweeping over your body, lingering on your shirt a second too long.

“Got thirsty, Hattie finished all the water we had upstairs.” You spoke quietly, your heart beating so loudly you were convinced Oscar could hear it too. He lets out a chuckle, running a shiver down your spine.

He filled his glass with cold water and took a long drink, head tilting back slightly. His throat moved with each swallow, your eyes drawn to the sight. You found yourself watching the line of his jaw, subconsciously running your tongue over your bottom lip before you looked away quickly, cheeks flushing. He filled it up again, taking another quick sip before he nursed it, similarly to you. The condensation on the glass dripped around his fingers, veins trailing across the back of his hand, as you caught yourself staring, Oscar’s eyes intently watching you. You felt shameful for staring at his hands in such a way.

For a brief moment, the only sounds were the clock ticking in the living room and the slight hum of the fridge. Everything else seemed to have quieted down for the two of you.

However, the silence never felt empty. It was tense, filled with years of soft glances you hadn’t dared to acknowledge. “I didn’t think you’d be home this long,” You admitted quietly, swirling your glass to avoid making eye contact with him, “Thought maybe you’d be back in Monaco by now.”

He glanced at you, expression reserved, eyes dark. “Didn’t think I’d want to be home this long.” He said softly. Something in your chest fluttered. You didn’t answer. His eyes trailed down your body again before looking away, but you had caught it regardless.

He stepped forward towards the sink, popping his glass in on one side, before reaching a hand out for yours. You stuttered for a second before handing it to him, fingers brushing against his momentarily as your heart fluttered. He placed it in the sink before running a hand through his hair and walking back towards the hallway and the stairs.

“Thank you,” You called out softly as he turned his head back to look at you. He smiled, his handsome boyish grin, front two teeth slightly more prominent than the others. The smile that had your heart pounding in your ears and made your head spin.

“Goodnight,” He rasped, eyes locking onto yours as you smiled back. “Nice shirt, by the way.” He remarked before turning the corner and slipping back upstairs. You caught a slight reflection of your shirt in the window and read the bright white letters beginning ‘PIA’ with the curves of an ‘8’ clearly settled below, and your heart skipped a beat.

Fuck.

You hadn’t noticed it was his when Hattie had given it to you. You felt your cheeks flush impossibly darker. You walked out of the kitchen and back upstairs, heart thrumming melodically in your chest.

Sliding back under the covers, you couldn’t help but recall his hand brushing yours, or his eyes roaming over you, simply wishing it meant something to him as much as it did to you.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

You leaned forward towards the bathroom mirror, smoking out black kohl on your waterline as Hattie stood behind you, slightly curling her hair as you both listened to a throwback playlist, getting into the mood for the night you had planned.

It was Hattie’s birthday, and she insisted you all go out clubbing, going all out and making the most of the night. Clubbing, dresses, and music so loud it buzzed through your bones. The kind of night that left mascara smudged all over and half–blurry photos where you can’t remember the story behind them.

As you finished getting ready, you slipped on a pair of Hattie’s black heels to complement the black mini dress that adorned your body. You had gone for a darker makeup look, with much encouragement from Hattie saying it would, “Look so hot on you.” So she said, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit more confident than usual.

Hattie adjusted her glittery top in the mirror before grabbing her phone and snapping some quick pictures of you two before calling an Uber to meet up with a few more friends.

The club pulsed like a living thing, crowded, hot, everything saturated in movement and alcohol. Bodies pressed close and wantonly. Laughter and bass cut through the air like broken glass.

You stuck with Hattie and your friends, shoulder to shoulder or constantly up against her, shouting lyrics into each other’s ears, giggling through sticky shots and chasing them with another nursed drink. You closed your eyes, hips swaying subconsciously to the beats booming around you. Somewhere between the fourth and fifth song, so you thought, the crowd had shifted. You found yourself away from Hattie as you scanned around trying to find them.

You sent a few texts, but no replies came through, unfortunately.

A hand slinked itself around your waist from the back as your body jolted in fear. You turned around quickly, taking a step back. A white shirt, far too tight on his chest and far too many buttons undone, adorned the man. Tall and expensively cologned as he looked down at you, a sickening smirk rising on him.

“Hey, pretty,” He spoke ruggedly, attempting to be flirty yet just sounding sick. You took another step back, pushing him away slightly as you tried to find Hattie again. “I’m not interested, sorry.” You spoke loudly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Oh come on,” He rolled his eyes, “It’s not like you're here with others, I could give you some company.” He insisted, trying to pull you closer as you struggled to slip out of his grip, his hand now coming up to grab your wrist instead.

Your stomach churned at his persistence. “I’m not- I- Look, I’m not interested, I’m just looking for my friends.” You spoke firmly, attempting to shake your hand from his grip.

“Just have some fun for fuck’s sake, don’t be so stuck up,” He complained, stepping closer and leaning down, his head finding it’s way to the crook of your neck. “I could show you a good time.” He rasped out, hot breath hitting your neck as you shivered uncomfortably. Your heart pounded loudly, nearly competing with the bass that reverberated through your body as tears brimmed your eyes.

You took a quick step back, finally releasing your hand from him, “Don’t touch me,” you yelled, turning to walk away, hoping to escape him. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around, “C’mon, don’t be a bitch it’s just a dance,” He complained yet again, a sour expression crossing his face.

“I said no, I’m not interested,” you paused for a second, watching his eyes darken at your further rejection. “I have a boyfriend.” The lie slid out faster than you could process it. His eyebrows shot up. “Doesn’t seem like he’s around, so what’s it matter for?” He scowled out, stepping closer.

You needed to get him off your back for even a second, quickly thinking, you stepped closer, standing on your tippy toes to reach his ear. He leaned down, eyes glowing with victory, or so he thought. “How ‘bout I go get another drink and then I come back and we can dance, he doesn’t have to know, okay?” You spoke, your tone sultry, yet completely a lie.

He smiled down at you, nodding his head as you took a step back. “There ya go, babe. That’s it.” His eyes focused on you in a way that made your chest pinch. You turned around, pretending to walk to the bar as he lightly tapped your ass, your heart pounding in your chest. You quickly made your way closer to the washroom, rummaging through your purse for your phone, tears once again brimming in your eyes. You had still seen no signs of Hattie or the others, your stomach churning nervously.

Pulling it out, you called the only person you could think of.

It rang once, then twice, cutting off before the third ring could occur.

“Hey-”

“Oscar, I- will you come get me?” You whispered out, voice breaking through threatened tears. “Please.” A plea, embarrassment far covered by fear.

He sucked in a breath, everything in him snapping into attention. “Where are you?”

“The club downtown, the one we always go to, some guy won’t leave me alone he-he’s grabbing me and I,” you sucked in a breath, chest aching with anxiety. “I didn’t know what to do, I tried to tell him I have a boyfriend so maybe he’d back off, but he wouldn’t, and I-I don’t know what to do, I can’t find Hattie or a-anyone, Oscar, please.” You rambled, voice wavering with worry.

You heard him rustling around, keys jingling, as you heard a door open. “Oscar…?” You mumbled quietly, heart racing with fear as girls filtered in and out of the washroom, the bass still reverberating through you.

“I’m on my way, okay? Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be there.” He says reassuringly, yet his tone is a little brief. You hear a car engine rev lightly, signalling that he was, in fact, on his way, your mind easing a little.

You heard the click of the line ending as he shared an eta with you. You felt your hands shake violently, eyes scanning the room for Hattie, or subconsciously ensuring the man was still far away. A tear dropped down your cheek as you brushed it away.

You stood almost statue-like, eyes glued to the entrance, waiting for Oscar. It felt like hours had passed when you saw him walk through the club entrance. A hoodie masked him slightly as he glanced around the room, searching for you. You walked slightly in his direction before an arm bruisingly grabbed yours. Your head spun in that direction, heart racing in your chest, the disgustingly familiar cologne fogging your senses.

“You came back, eh?” He said, voice raspy as he leaned down to mumble in your ear, your eyes finally catching Oscar’s over the man’s shoulder. The man snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as you watched Oscar storm towards you. His eyes were dark, his face nearly emotionless, the only giveaway being his clenched jaw.

You had never seen him so angry.

The man’s face came back up, level with yours as a cocky smirk sat on his face, body pressing against yours uncomfortably.

The man opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off. “Get off of her.” The man turned to face Oscar, slightly taller, but you knew it wouldn’t matter. Your heart skipped a beat, both in relief and at the sight of Oscar. His jaw twitched, a vein in his neck bulging.

“Who the fuck are you, mate?” He asked, arm still wrapped around you as you tried to walk closer to Oscar.

“Her boyfriend,” He spoke, the lie slipping off his tongue as if it were the truth. Although it was sorely not the right time, you couldn’t help but blush slightly at the idea of Oscar being so. “Now get off of her, she said she wasn’t interested.” Oscar’s voice was low, tone filled with anger and malice, something you hadn’t ever seen. He pushed a hand against the man’s chest, effectively pushing him off of you as he stepped closer and in front of you. Your eyes settled on Oscar’s back as the man rolled his eyes.

“Slut anyway, didn’t fuckin’ want her.” He said sourly, walking towards the bar, clicking his tongue in disgust. You let out a breath, finally feeling relief at the fact that he was gone, tears brimming again, alongside his words.

Oscar turned around, quickly facing you as he ran his eyes up and down, scanning for any injuries. He placed a hand on your elbow, eyes softening slightly, jaw still ticking.

“You okay? Did he hurt you?” He asked, leading you towards the exit with a soft hand on your back, trailing slightly behind you. “I-no, not really, maybe a bruise or two.” You said offhandedly, suddenly feeling far too shy and embarrassed.

He led you to his car, opening the passenger seat door and helping you in before closing the door and making way to the driver’s side. As he got in, you glanced at him, his fist momentarily clenched before landing on the wheel.

“What about Hattie and them?” You asked, still concerned for them. “She can call if she needs me, if not, I’ll order her an Uber, she’ll be fine.” He said, and frankly, he was right, somehow, Hattie was always okay.

Silence settled comfortably between the two of you as he turned the car on, starting the drive back to the Piastri home. Oscar seemed tense, his body not relaxed like it usually was when he drove, hands gripping the steering wheel harshly. His jaw no longer clenched, but his brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly, tangling your fingers together distractedly as you looked away. He turned to look at you, scanning your face. “I’m sorry I made you come all this way. I just,” you paused, sighing shakily. “I wasn’t sure who else to call.” Your voice broke at the end, looking out the window to ensure he didn’t notice the tear trailing down your face.

“Hey,” his tone softened from its previous raspiness. “I’m not mad at you, darling. I’m happy you called me, not for the reason you had to, but I’m glad you called.” He spoke reassuringly. You sniffled slightly, hands still fidgeting nervously, unsure of what to say next.

You feel his hand grab yours, pulling your fingers apart and intertwining with them instead. You clutched onto his hand harder, wrapping the other around his wrist, thriving in the comfort the small action brought.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a quiet rhythm, the weight of unsaid words hanging between you two like a dense fog. He didn’t let go, not once, not through red lights or left turns, his hands remained on yours.

He pulled into the driveway, the porch light flickering with a warm buzz, softly painting the front steps. He turned the engine off, but turned towards you instead. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.” He said softly, his other hand coming up to fix a part of your hair. His face was half-lit by the dashboard lights, his eyes protective and something else you couldn’t quite place.

The house was quiet, you figured his mum and dad had gone out for the evening as well, perhaps visiting friends. You finally felt as though you could breathe. Toeing off your heels, you placed your purse on the edge of the sofa, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself as you trailed behind Oscar into the kitchen. He grabbed a glass, filling it with water before handing it to you and guiding you back to the living room and settling next to you on the couch.

You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, still feeling bad that you had disturbed his night simply because you hadn’t kept a better eye on Hattie. The material of your dress suddenly felt suffocating and uncomfortable as you shuffled around nervously on the couch, taking a few sips before setting the glass down on the coffee table. Oscar sat quietly, watching you.

“Do you have anything to change into?” He asked, noticing your shuffling, pulling down his hood and ruffling his hair. You thought for a moment before shaking your head. “I was wearing a pair of Hattie’s pyjamas, I was just gonna grab her pants when we got back so…” You answered, never embarrassed to share clothes with her.

He stood up, offering his hand to you. “Let’s get you out of that dress then,” he said subconsciously, not fully computing the insinuation he had made. You felt your cheeks flush as you lightly placed your hand in his, getting up from the couch and following him up the stairs.

“Grab a pair of pants,” he instructed, tone a little stern as your heart sped up. You walked into Hattie’s room, rustling to find the pair you were wearing previously, as you heard Oscar walk away. Surely he was going to settle in for the night. You slid on the pants, shuffling the dress up before searching for a t-shirt to pop on.

Oscar came back, a McLaren t-shirt neatly folded in his hand. He extended it towards you. “Here, toss this on and then come back to me. Need to see if you’ve got anything on you.” He explained, tossing the shirt to you before turning away. Quickly slipping off the dress, you slide on his t-shirt, revelling in the smell of him lingering on it, now surrounding you. You walk back towards Oscar, the shirt falling past your thighs, sleeves nearly hitting your elbows. He walked towards his room, expecting you to follow as he opened the door and beckoned you to sit on the edge of the bed.

He stands in front of you, grabbing your wrists lightly as he inspects you. Your heart races at the contact, feeling slightly nervous. You weren’t sure what to say; you should thank him, of course, but the words caught in your throat. Your wrists were red, but not enough to bruise, you thought.

“I thought something happened to you,” he said finally, voice low and gravelly.

Your head snapped up to him, eyes meeting his viciously.

“I was halfway to the club before I even realized I hadn’t put my shoes on right.” He let out a bitter chuckle. “I nearly ran a red light. You’d think I was racing for a championship the way I was going.”

“Oscar…” You mumbled breathlessly as he let go of your wrists, hands coming up to rub across his face as he took a step back.

“I couldn’t breathe.” His voice wavered, something raw surfacing as he spoke. “I’ve never heard you like that, scared and just-” he took a breath, “crying. I wasn’t there when I should have been. I wasn’t even thinking straight, just that I had to get to you.”

He looked back at you, brows furrowed and jaw clenched, but not with anger at you but rather for you. “I was so worried I would be too late, that he’d hurt you worse if I wasn’t there immediately. What if you’d called someone else?” His voice dropped even quieter, “What if you hadn’t called me at all?”

“I didn’t know who else to call,” you whispered quietly, almost ashamed at how much that meant to you and how much you relied on him.. “I wasn’t thinking, I just- you were the only person I thought would come.” You swallowed, a tight ache forming at the back of your throat.

“I’m not mad, I promise, no part of me is mad, I just-” He reassured, voice softening as he stepped closer to you. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to pretend like this is nothing. That you’re just my friend, Hattie’s friend. Just someone I look out for. But tonight? When I saw him touching you like that…”

He stopped, jaw clenching briefly as he exhaled a bitter laugh through his nose, gaze flickering away.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled quietly.

“Don’t.” He said, sharper than you expected. “Don’t ever apologize for needing me.”

He took a breath, continuing. “I can’t keep pretending like it doesn’t kill me to be close to you and still not have you.

Your breath hitched, cheeks flushing at his confession.

“I keep telling myself it’s okay. That it’s enough just to see you when you come over for dinner, or when you have a sleepover with Hattie, or texting you now and then.” He laughed softly. “But it’s not, it’s not enough.”

Your heart pounded in your chest.

“And when you called me your boyfriend?” He laughed, eyes alight with joy, before he sighed. “Even if it was a lie, god I fucking wished it was true.”

You felt as though the air had been knocked straight out of your body.

“Hell, I’ve been in love with you probably since I cleaned your scrapes when you tried rollerblading that one time.” He confessed, letting out a breathy laugh before running a hand over his face. “Loved how you would come to me when you couldn’t open a jar in the house. I’ve tried so fucking hard to bury it, ignore it, burn the feeling, and somehow every time I see you it hits me harder than before.”

His words burned through you as you watched him ramble, your heart clenching at the confession. Before you could even think, a laugh bubbled out of you, Oscar’s head snapping in your direction.

You held your face in your hands, a giggle coming out as you processed his words. “You wanna know something, Oscar?” You asked, leaning up to look at him, his arms crossing across his chest, biceps bulging within his hoodie. His silence inviting you to continue.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was 15, and I saw you after karting. I think my heart nearly stopped.” Your voice shook a little as Oscar froze, eyes meeting yours wantingly.

“You never said anything.” He spoke, wondering and confused as he stepped closer.

“You were always so focused on karting and races. And then you got that call-up for McLaren, and it felt…wrong to tell you then. You were so driven and determined, I didn’t want to be the one who distracted you from things you were chasing.” Your voice wavered with the confessions, words coming out a mile a minute. “And, I guess I always just assumed you never looked at me that way.”

“I’ve been looking at you that way for years. I can’t remember the last time I thought of you as ‘Hattie’s friend’, you’ve always just been you.”

Your heart felt as if it were beating in your throat, crawling up.

“I noticed, you know? I noticed the way you looked at me, but I never wanted to believe it. Just figured you’d outgrow me,” He admitted. “That you’d fall for someone else, someone who was around more.”

“You’re an idiot,” You whispered, huffing out a laugh. “You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this.”

Oscar let out a laugh at the name, kneeling in front of you now, your faces now nearly level, his eyes capturing yours intently. “Tried so hard to convince myself that being close-just close to you, was enough.” He mumbled.

Your gaze didn’t waver. “Was it?”

He shook his head slowly. “Not even close, never.” He admitted. “So many nights, I just lay awake thinking about you, what it’d be like if you were next to me instead of down the hall with Hattie. So many times, I wondered if you felt it too.”

As if exhausted, he sat back a little, his forehead falling to rest upon your knees. Your breath hitched at the action, body heating.

He continued, voice softer than ever. “Every time I made you laugh, or you leaned into me without thinking…it felt like I had won the world. Tried so hard to figure out if I was making it all up in my head.” He mumbled, the confession feeling like a warm blanket encompassing you.

You reached a hand up, brushing it into his hair slightly as you scratched his scalp, Oscar letting out a groan. “It wasn’t in your head.” You reassured, the weight of his head bringing comfort to you.

“I know that now,” He said, almost like a breath of relief. “But I think part of me still can’t believe that this is real.”

You swallowed, lips parting to say something, yet instead you brought both hands to his jaw, pulling his face up from your knees. Leaning forward, you place your lips on his, heart pounding in your chest. You feel him freeze for a second before he reacts.

His mouth moved against yours, slow and desperate, as if he were afraid you’d disappear if he was too rough. His one hand gently grabbed your calf, the other snaking up your thigh as your hand moved into his hair. His tongue flicked out, teeth nipping your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. You gasped as his hand squeezed your thigh, his tongue slipping in and sliding against your own as you whined. You tugged Oscar’s hair, eliciting a groan from him as he shuffled slightly.

He pulled his face away from your hands, standing up, hands lightly trailing up your body as you came eye level with his torso. Your cheeks flushed impossibly red, looking up at him, his eyes dark with want and adoration.

“Jesus,” he murmured, voice low and full of awe. “I’m never going to want to stop doing that.” He spoke softly, smiling down at you. He leaned down, hands grabbing your waist as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“C’mon, let’s take off your makeup then we can go to bed.” He said softly, pulling you up and leading you towards the washroom, your heart clenching at the way he was taking care of you. You hadn’t realized how late it was, clock ticking near 2am.

He pulled out a few cotton pads and a small bottle of cleanser. You raised a brow at him, smiling as he handed it to you.

“I have three sisters, I have to be stocked up.” He explained shyly handing you the things to take off your makeup. “I’m gonna go change okay?” He said, leaving a light kiss on your cheek.

He walked out of the bathroom towards his closet as you began taking off your makeup and washing your face. You dabbed away the last bits of mascara that lay under your eyes, the cotton pads becoming slightly gray. You couldn't help but smile at the fact that Oscar had them on hand. Of course he did. The thought of him silently stocking up on essentials just in case someone he loved needed them made your heart warm.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, your eyes looking slightly tired and a little puffy, clearer than before and less red. Steadier, it was strange how safety and content could show so easily.

You patted your face dry before stepping back into his bedroom to find Oscar standing near the edge of his bed, tugging on a white t-shirt. His back muscles flexed as he tugged it over his head, your heart beating faster at the sight.

He turned to look at you, hair a little messy from changing. His face adorning the boyish smile that left you breathless. He tilted his head, taking you in as he sat on the edge of his bed. “Feel better?”

You nodded, crossing the room towards, lightly tiptoeing around his messy room.

He held his hand out, and without thinking, you took it. He pulled you gently between his legs, resting his hands on your hips as you stood in front of him. There was something so steady in the way he touched, no rush, no assumptions, just pure reassurance.

His eyes searched yours, momentarily dropping down to the soft curve of your lip before coming back up again. “I know tonight wasn’t ideal, but I’m glad you’re safe.” He mumbled.

Your fingers came up to lightly brush through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Thank you for showing up Oscar, I-I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Always, I’m always going to show up for you.” He assured, thumbs rubbing soft circles onto your hips. He let out a quiet breath, tugging you forward gently to settle onto his lap. Nothing inherently sexual about it, simply comforting. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your face against his shoulder, Oscar holding you as if you had always belonged there.

“Y’know,” he mumbled into your hair, voice low and raspy, “I’ve imagined you here like this before. Just…not like this” He laughed breathlessly.

You leaned back slightly to look at him, nose nearly touching his.

“Like how?” You asked curiously, a small smile crossing your face.

He mirrored your smile, “Like…after some date, I finally got the guts to ask you on. After I finally told you I was in love with you, not just looking after you like some worried idiot.”

Your heart fluttered, soft and deep as his words settled, the idea of him taking you out making your heart clench. “We sort of skipped all that, didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, hand sliding up your back comfortingly. “Somehow it still feels right.” He spoke, a content smile on his face. “But I promise I’ll do it right. I’ll take you out for dinner okay darling?” He assured, eyes locking with yours.

You nodded shyly, heart racing at the idea, cheeks flushing at the pet name. You leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth, a thank you if not a promise.

Wrapping his arms around you a little tighter, Oscar stood up, carrying you with him as if it were nothing, your body flushing at his strength. One hand still on you, he grabbed the blankets, moving them out of the way before mumbling to you. “C’mon, get into bed before we fall asleep standing up.”

You laughed, the sound soft and sleepy as he gently dumped you onto the bed letting you climb under the covers. He flicked off the main light, navigating his way to the bed. Oscar climbed into bed next to you, arms immediately wrapped themselves around your body.

You settled into his arms, draping a leg over his hips, his fingers resting just below the hem of your shirt (technically his). The room was quiet now, dim except for the streetlight filtering through the curtains. His fingers traced slow circles on your back as your breathing slowed, syncing to his.

You felt yourself slipping into sleep, a question popping vividly into your mind.

“Does this mean it’s true now?” You asked sleepily into the crook of Oscar’s neck.

He hummed curiously, not quite understanding what you meant.

“Does that mean you’re my boyfriend now?” You asked, leaning back to look at him. Oscar’s face slightly lit by the filtered light, shadows carving him so beautifully your breath hitched.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, not mocking but rather something warm and a little awestruck.

“Been waiting so long to hear you say that.” He admitted, one of many from the night. “Yeah I’m your boyfriend, darling.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You grinned at his words, the action filling your body with warmth. He pressed another kiss to your forehead before leaning down slightly to place one on the tip of your nose. You giggled at him, his eyes filled with adoration, sleepy and completely smitten with you, your chest aching at the sight.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips before tucking yourself back into his neck, fatigue overtaking your body. He wrapped his arms a little tighter pulling you closer, burying his face in your hair as you listened to the calming sound of his heartbeat.

You could feel his fingertips gently graze the curve of your spine, his breathing deepening as sleep began to settle over him. A small smile tugged your lips, your eyes closing too.

You pressed a quiet kiss to the hollow of his collarbone, his heartbeat speeding up as you curled in tighter to him.

The silence felt comfortable, no longer tarnished by unspoken words. Instead it held something whole.

No more lingering glances, no more what if’s, no more dancing around each other.

Just this, your body against his, the steady beat of his heart a soothing noise to you, and the warmth of his hand on your back tracing soft mindless patterns as if he didn’t know how to stop touching you now that he finally could.

Everything finally felt right.

Like it was enough.

Like it was safe.

You fell asleep comfortably knowing Oscar would be there in the morning, still holding you intently close, and that was all you would ever need.

☆。bonus *。☆。

Hattie had gotten a text from Oscar telling her you were safe, she let out a breath of relief, planning to end her night soon anyway.

The next morning she eagerly sought you out, wanting to apologize for the night before. Considering you weren’t answering your phone, she decided it would be best to ask Oscar where you might have gone.

Walking down the hall, she knocked on his door twice, not really waiting for him to answer before opening the door.

“Oscar, do you kno-” Hattie began, words fumbling to an end as she took in the sight in front of her.

“Oh my god.” She mumbled, a hand coming up to her mouth before she took a quiet step back, watching both of you sleep tangled up with each other. She internally squealed, it had been about time you two had gotten together.

Shutting the door, she ran back to her room grabbing her phone to call mama Piastri, immediately having to let her know about you two.

Maybe the night wasn’t so bad, Hattie thought, not a bad birthday present at least.

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♥ pairing: max verstappen x fem!beckham!model!reader

♥ synopsis: you’re the daughter of victoria and david beckham. ginger spice, aka geri halliwell and the wife of red bull principal was in a pop group with your mom, allowing you to visit the paddock frequently and meet the one and only max verstappen.

♥ smau - fc: isabelle mathers + girls on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: ft. a few familiar footballers and no horner

-August 2024-

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ynbeckham home sweet home

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judebellingham i’ll let the united kit slide for now

ynbeckham 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

user7 i need more judeyn content

k.mbappe @/ynbeckham your dad played for madrid too you know

ynbeckham @/k.mbappe yea i know

vinijr damn 😐

ynbeckham i love you guys I swear 🫶

manchesterunited welcome back

ynbeckham let’s start the season strong 💪

user1 she is her

user6 let’s go man u girlies

user2 stop it why is @/maxverstappen in her likes?

user3 because he has good taste?

user5 i’ve seen yn at madrid games sitting next to carlos so maybe max has seen her 🤷‍♀️

user7 @/user5 it’s that versainz influence

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ynbeckham madrid

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erling awh she even wore your kit

judebellingham i know 😍

user1 bet max wishes she was wearing his number lol

carlossainz55 @/ynbeckham i knew you’d come around eventually

ynbeckham peer pressure

realmadrid @/ynbeckham you love us

ynbeckham @/realmadrid i do 😔

user2 i LOVED seeing david & victoria there with yn

user3 right! it was so sweet

user4 the way they were cheering on jude too 🥹

user5 idk anything about the judeyn lore…

user4 @/user5 i gotchu! with davud being who he is yn had immediate connections to the world of football. madrid and united are the two teams most people know him from so yn quickly made friends with a lot of the players like jude!

maxverstappen1 feels like everyone was there except me 😅

ynbeckham you didn’t miss out on too much but you should totally come down to the pitch one day 🙃

maxverstappen1 @/ynbeckham maybe i can just invite you over to the paddock this weekend?

ynbeckham @/maxverstappen1 ill check my schedule

user7 SMOOTH

user8 stop it did max just pick up yn in her comment section 😭

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You pulled an already opened white envelope from your counter and spoke directly to your phone, which was recording you.

"I'm sure we've all seen the Max comments, everyone was raving about it. What I want to know is... who told her?" you pointed at the camera, sunlight reflecting off of the charms on your nails.

"I got this letter from Geri with a Red Bull paddock pass inside," you stated, pulling the lanyard out of the envelope. You flipped the pass ID over to show the camera up close, "Valid for: All Days."

You stepped back from the camera with a knowing look on your face, putting your hands on your hips.

You tilted your head, "I guess I'll see you in Monza."

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user1 she wasn’t joking 😭 she’s actually in monza

user2 whatever max wants max gets

davidbeckham i’ll be in the mercedes garage if you need me x

ynbeckham ok 🙂↕️

redbullracing @/davidbeckham you won’t be joining us?

davidbeckham @/redbullracing maybe i’d join you if i had a valid pass like yn

redbullracing 😬

user3 THEY DIDNT EVEN GIVE HIM PASSES HAHAHAHDJDJD

user5 no fucking wonder he’s hanging out at mclaren and mercedes 😭

user7 gonna need someone out there to record her and max's meeting tbh

gerihalliwell glad to see you put the paddock pass to use! can't wait to see @/victoriabeckham in Vegas <3

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user9 you couldn't get david passes too?

gerihalliwell I got 2 to give away... my hands are tied

user12 double it and give it to the next disgruntled dad

user8 lets go spice girls vegas reunion

user10 if they're gonna make vegas a whole thing we might as well have geri and victoria sing like they did in '97 for the mclaren car launch

user14 the f1 spice girls lore runs so deep

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-Post Race Interview-

”Max how did you feel about your race today?”

“Uhm,” he scratched his head. “Definitely could have done better, the car could’ve been better, but you know congrats to Charles.”

“I saw the Beckhams in the paddock today. How do you feel about Y/n cheering you on in your garage today?”

“It felt great you know? I’ve always wanted to meet her and her family. I’ve talked to two of the spice girls now so we’re getting close to crossing that off the bucket list.” he laughed.

”Alright, thank you Max,” the interviewer said and he walked off.

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ynbeckham adorando il mio tempo qui in Italia 🇮🇹 @/charlesleclerc congrats on the win, i know tifosi is proud !! @/maxverstappen1 it was truly great to meet you, i hope we run into each other again soon <3

translation: adoring my time here in italy

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redbullracing we were glad to have you in the paddock yn!

ynbeckham thank you so much for having me <3

judebellingham you better invite me next time

redbullracing @/judebellingham i’ll try my best to🫡

k.mbappe @/redbullracing if you invite him you have to invite the whole team otherwise it’s just unfair

redbullracing it’s just an inchident

user1 oh and you just know max is shaking right now

charles_leclerc he dropped his phone

maxverstappen1 @/charles_leclerc delete this

user2 seems like max won’t be following charles on insta any time soon

user3 i loved seeing her in the paddock today! i don’t think i’ve seen her at any events other than for modeling or footy

user5 hopefully she’ll keep coming back

scuderiaferrari tifosi is definitely proud of charles! i’m sure they’d be happy to see you one day in our garage @/ynbeckham 😉

ynbeckham admin 🤭

redbullracing @/scuderiaferrari stop trying to steal our new mascot you already have leo and now roscoe

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ynbeckham getting ready for the versace runway

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bellahadid cant wait to see you walk ❤️

judebellingham still upset I wasnt invited but whatever

k.mbappe yeah get in line

user1 you are SO stunning

maxverstappen1 can't wait to see you

ynbeckham 🫶

user2 wait a damn minute max is gonna be there?

user3 or does he just mean see her again in general lmao 😭

user2 @/user3 why would he mean that?

user3 @/user2 I dunno he posts comments like they're private texts

user7 why are we not freaking out over the heart yn posted

user6 maxyn crumbs

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versace a collection unapologetically positive and authentically Very Versace…

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ynbeckham it was an absolute honor <3

francisca.cgomes you looked stunning 😘

ynbeckham thank you kika 💋

user8 the three of them ate the runway up

landonorris hire me next

ynbeckham I think max would make the perfect model 😍

landonorris ...

user2 shes whipped for him

user3 is she wrong tho

gigihadid great to see you again Lewis <3 its been a long time

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user7 hang on let them cook

user12 yns dress >>

user5 lewis is completing his side quests rn

judebellingham our girl walked a runway 🥹

vinjir shes all grown up

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yns insta story

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ynbeckham GUESS WHO HAS A DATE

judebellingham it was about time

user1 whoever it is wife her up

carlossainz55 if i’m the date does that mean we get to go to a madrid game

ynbeckham @/carlossainz55 wow using me for clout much

maxverstappen @/ynbeckham @/carlossainz55 couldn’t be me

user2 MAX 😭

user3 max is putting in the WORK

user5 wait a minute does this mean her date is not max?

user7 wdym?

user5 he didn’t like the post and sure he commented but certainly he wouldn’t still be trying to put moves on her is they were already going out…

user6 @/user5 you better be lying 😭

user10 NO please I need maxyn

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maxverstappen1 a much needed vacation before vegas

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user1 max blink twice if you need help 😰

user2 i’m really starting to lose hope in maxyn

user3 why was he at versace then?

user4 i dunno having the seven time world champ and the two current champ contenders there is good for business maybe?

user5 yn is still going to vegas tho

user6 she could just be going there for her mom and geri

user7 guys..

user10 no please they were just flirting in comments like two days ago

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ynbeckham it’s race weekend! how are we feeling?

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manchesterunited feeling like you abandoned us :/

user10 i can’t believe she’s missing united vs city for this 😔

ynbeckham i have to support my man this comment has been deleted

user1 yn we need a vegas vlog 😩

user2 spice girls reunion go crazy in the chat

gigihadid i’ll see you again soon <3

ynbeckham <3

judebellingham wish i could be there

ynbeckham call me when your season is over

user3 judeyn…

user7 guys what if she’s dating jude

judebellingham @/user7 i can confidently say she’s not

user7 @/judebellingham but what if that’s a cover up 🫣

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f1 for the second time in a row max vestappen has won the vegas grand prix

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ynbeckham @/maxverstappen1 i’m so proud of you. love you so much ❤️

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user3 MAXYN IS REAL

user7 i just dropped my phone

user10 i fell to the ground

user4 this is what we’ve been waiting for

user7 congratulations max 🫶

ynbeckham DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN

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lieslab · 19 days ago

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War of hearts

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Pairing: Minho X gn reader

Summary: An argument with your boyfriend leads to you trying to prove a point.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I'm back to writing requests and Minho is so black cat coded and this request felt like a great way to show that off. Thank you for requesting it, requestee <3

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“This is all your fault,” Minho mumbled from the driver’s seat. Beside you, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared into the distance.

“My fault? This is my fault? Maybe if you wouldn’t have driven over a pile of glass in the middle of the street and went around it, we wouldn’t be sitting here stuck.”

“And maybe you should have put back my spare tire after you hijacked the one I had.”

“Fuck off!” You snapped angrily. “Is it too much to want to spend time with you? You’ve been so busy, all I wanted was one date with my-”

“And what kind of date is a movie? When we sit there at the screen, ignoring each other, pretending we’re enjoying our time together when we’re not? You’re bullshiting yourself.”

He leaned over to look at you. “If you would have waited until this weekend, I would have taken you out properly. Not to some stupid cheesy romance movie. I could have taken you out to dinner and we would have had a decent time together, but you’re about as stubborn as a goddamn mule.”

Your fists curled and your nostrils flared. Your blood boiled and in that moment, you hated him. You hated Minho and his perpetual need for razor-sharp truths. The arrogance that rolled off him in acidic waves when he grew angry.

You didn’t know how glass scattered all over the road, but you knew a piece embedded itself in one of the front tires. An angry hiss filled the air and he heard it because his window was down. He pulled over along the side of the road to find his tire slowly deflating. A sharp shard, covered in dust and grime, protruded from the tire.

At first, he considered patching the hole, but then he realized he didn’t have his tire patching kit. He gave it to Changbin when he hit a nail coming into the company’s parking lot. He headed around to the trunk to find a spare, but the empty space mocked him. Too swept up in life, you hadn’t replaced the spare. Your own car suffered from a flat two weeks ago. You replaced it, but you’d forgotten to replace the spare in the back of his car.

It sat at home, back behind the house, hidden away against the far wall of the garage. You planned on getting to it, but you hadn’t. Both of you were following your own career paths. It remained forgotten about and when you did remember, Minho had his car out and about. A never ending cycle that happened to catch up with you today.

So the both of you sat stuck in the car. An empty field to your left and your right. Craving something new, you wanted to go to the theater in another town. It sounded good, but now you were stuck here. Minho called a company to tow the vehicle, but they said it could be a while before someone arrived.

To make it worse, wind pushed gray misery-stained clouds above your heads. Your phone vibrated with a notification five minutes ago. A thunderstorm swept your way and the two of you were trapped in the middle of nowhere. You wanted to call someone to come get the two of you, but Minho refused.

Too stubborn and upset, he sat there glaring at everything, like the empty fields with tangled weed patches that pulsed with fine lines of dirt. Freshly plowed, they awaited a new batch of seeds and another growing season from farmers’ calloused hands. The rolling skies, hung with spring humidity, and scented with an approaching ozone.

He even glared at you and that hurt the worst. Too stressed and frustrated, sometimes he lashed out. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but he couldn’t manage the whirlpool of his own. They built up and spiraled, raining down on both of you, and soaking you with misery. In the eye of his own storm, he didn’t know how to stop.

He never meant the words, but they came out and cracked through the atmosphere. Your physical feelings, they became an afterthought more than anything. You sat here, letting his words soak your brain, causing you to feel worse.

At first, it was a lingering hurt and a brush of sadness. His hand balled into a fist and slammed into the car horn. A sharp thud and brief beep. You flinched, sucking in a sharp breath. Hot tears built behind your eyes and then you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t put the stupid fucking tire back, but I’m not sorry for wanting to watch a stupid cheesy romantic film with my boyfriend. I wanted to watch it with you because I hoped it’d remind you of what we’re supposed to have. So if that makes me a terrible and awful person then-”

“Are you seriously making yourself the victim in this scenario?”

“Go to hell, Minho.”

“If that means I’m away from you and your childish tantrum, then it will be my pleasure.”

You reached over, grabbed your car handle, and shoved the door open. You didn’t look to see if there was traffic, you just acted. Impulsive. Reckless. Foolish. Minho called after you, but you slammed the door, cutting off his words.

Your phone sat in the back of your jeans. Dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you started to walk back from the direction you came. Minho watched you from the rearview mirror of his car and huffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He shoved his door open and stuck his head from the car. “Where the hell are you going? Get back here!”

“I’m going home!”

“You’re going to be soaked and catch a cold.”

“I don’t care.” You kept walking, not bothering to turn towards him.

“So you’re walking away? What is this? Your way of breaking up with me?”

“Sure. Happily. Consider this my good-bye.” You reached behind you and flashed him the middle finger.

“You are such a brat.”

“And you’re an asshole.”

“You know what? Fine. Fine! You want to act childish? Go ahead. Have fun walking home. Don’t bother coming back into the car.” He jerked open the door, shoved himself inside, and slammed it shut so hard, it rattled the vehicle.

Grumbles filled the interior. He glared at the sky once more, cursing the slow tow-truck. He flipped off the pile of glass on the opposite side of the road. Despite his anger, he kept an eye on your wavering form in his rearview mirror.

He was right about one thing, you were stubborn as a mule.

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You lost track of your trek. One foot in front of another. One step and then another and then another and then another. Icy rain fell from the gates of heaven at some point. It restricted your view and left you feeling like a disoriented victim of waterboarding.

Could a person drown while walking through the rain? Ice soaked your skin. It slipped down your bare arms. Your t-shirt clung to your torso. By the time you made it home, you’d barely be able to free yourself from the jeans.

You walked and walked and walked. Along that barren road, the fields ended a distance ago. How far had you walked? One mile? Five? You didn’t know anything, but the distant roar of thunder and the occasional flash of lightning from the corner of your eye. The further you went, the more you wished you would have shut up and stayed in Minho’s car.

The leather padded seats with the seat warmers. You could have played a game on your phone, or fell asleep while you waited. He would have cooled off and apologized. Things would have gotten better. Neither of you got into fights all the time, but when they happened, they were nasty.

He probably blew up your phone in your back pocket. You weren’t going to answer it. Would your phone die in the rain? Was there service here? Empty sprouts of faded yellow grass. Someone either forgot to fertilize, the soil was bad, or the grass had been soaked in something that killed its growth. Regardless, puke yellow wasn’t a great color to look at while you shivered from rain.

Your fingers shook and your teeth chattered. Droopy eyes and a tipped head. You hadn’t seen a car since you left him. Nobody passed by, so nobody stopped to ask you if you were okay. You shivered uncontrollably, quivering, trying to keep your organs warm. Why did cold rain do that? It chilled you to the bone.

Occasionally, a foot nearly slipped out from beneath you. Soaked grass and the sopping wet bottoms of your rubber soles didn’t help. Wind picked up and your eyes squeezed shut. The direction of the downpour changed and flicked to the side. You jerked to the side, trying to hide your face from the unforgiving water. It soaked the side of your head instead.

Beneath the roar of the untethered storm, a humming engine. You pulled back from the road, hoping the driver could see through frantic windshield wipes. You were a good distance away from the road, so hopefully, they wouldn’t hit you. With a sniffle, you stepped back further.

An engine idled and a window rolled. “Get in the car, you idiot. You’re soaked and working on catching a cold.”

“Leave me alone, Minho. I’m fine. I’m going home. I’ll get there at some point.”

“There are flood warnings and the wind is supposed to increase. Get in the car, so we can go home. Don’t make me get out of this car and come get you.”

“I thought the car was getting towed.”

“The guy had a patch kit, so I asked him if he could patch it instead.”

You sniffled and wiped at your face. It didn’t do anything, besides smear more water all over you. Turned away from his car, you still hadn’t faced him. He called your name and you hesitated, but finally spun around. Your eyes sat teary and red.

“Come on,” his voice softened, “come back so you can get warm.”

Your head tipped in defeat and you finally nodded. He pressed the unlock button and the doors clicked open. You headed around to the passenger’s seat and climbed inside. He didn’t lecture you for getting rain water everywhere.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke after a few moments of silence. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you for something so stupid. I know I haven’t been the best significant other lately.”

You stayed silent, blinking rapidly, and staring out the window. Freezing cold, your bottom lip trembled, partly because you were trying not to cry, and because you felt miserable. Your sass-filled ego had taken a nosedive as well. You were nearly twenty minutes from home by car, walking home would have taken forever.

The gear shift moved and Minho turned the wheel. You both rode in silence until he broke it again. “When we get home, do you want to order takeout? We can get food and watch one of those romance movies from a streaming service.”

“We don’t have to.”

“I want to. I want to make up for being so…”

“Dickish?”

“Dickish, yeah. I don’t want to break up with you. I’ve never wanted to break up with you. I’ve been having a horrible time lately, but I see that I need to manage it better. You shouldn’t have felt that you had to walk alone in a thunderstorm.”

“I don’t want to break up with you either. I should be apologiz-”

“Don’t do that. Calling me names was valid. I deserved that.” His fingers gripped tighter around the wheel. He flicked the turn signal and let out a sigh. “I deserve far more than that, honestly, but I’m glad I found you.”

“If I go home and dry off, can we cuddle?”

He glanced over, letting his eyes catch yours. “Is that what you want?”

“I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“When was the last time we held each other?”

You shrugged, unsure of the answer.

“Okay, but if you try to tickle me, I’m going to bite you.”

A small smile quipped up from the side of your lips. “I’m not going to tickle you. Not tonight, I don’t think I have it in me.” You reached a hand for his empty one, wanting to hold it.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He let his fingers slip through yours, relishing in the coolness of your palm, silently thanking the universe that the rain washed away your temporary anger and he didn’t have to hog-tie you to get you back home.

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sadiesdoll · 2 months ago

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WHERE IT’S SAFE.

ellie williams x reader | fluff & a little bit of angst ♡ patching up ellie. wc: 1782

contains: descriptions of violence, disassociation, panic responses, emotional intimacy, intimate nudity (non-sexual).

a/n: im weeping and screaming

Enjoy ♡

The door slammed behind you as you locked it tight, your chest heaving. Ellie stumbled in after you, barely upright, her hoodie soaked in blood and something worse. Her hands were shaking. Her face was pale. And she wouldn't look at you.

"Sit," you said gently, guiding her toward the chair without waiting for a reply. She moved like she was in a daze, limbs stiff, haunted eyes still scanning the room like she wasn't convinced it was safe.

You crouched in front of her, already digging through your first aid kit with trembling fingers. "Ellie," you whispered. "I need to see."

She gave the smallest nod, and you peeled back her jacket—slow, careful not to jostle her too much. That's when you saw it.

A long, raw gash along her ribs, blood crusted along her arm, scrapes up her neck. Nothing too deep, nothing infected—but it was bad enough.

Your heart clenched.

"They were everywhere," she rasped. "I—I almost didn't get out."

You swallowed hard and dipped a cloth in warm water. "But you did get out."

She didn't respond. Her gaze was locked somewhere far away.

Not just far—gone. Like she wasn't really in the room with you anymore.

Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, staring past your shoulder at nothing. Breathing shallow. Shoulders tense like she was still there, still fighting.

You dabbed at the blood carefully, your touch featherlight despite the tension in your chest.

She flinched.

"Sorry," you murmured.

"Doesn't hurt," she said quickly—too quickly.

You paused, watching the way her jaw clenched, how she wouldn't look at you.

Even like this—bleeding, trembling, barely pieced together—she was still trying to pretend she wasn't falling apart.

Like if she said it enough, it might be true. Like staying tough meant she hadn't just survived hell.

But then... it happened again.

You saw it in her eyes first-the way the light dimmed, how her gaze slid past you and fixed on nothing. Her shoulders went rigid.

Her breathing turned shallow, uneven. It was like someone had flipped a switch and pulled her under.

"Ellie," you breathed, softer now, familiar with the signs.

No answer.

She was dissociating again.

Her hands were still, fingers slightly curled, her whole body frozen like she was somewhere else—back in that alley, or that house, or wherever her mind had fled to escape the weight of it all.

You dropped the cloth. Moved closer.

"Ellie... hey. You're doing it again," you whispered, touching her knee gently.

"Come back to me."

You brought her hand to your chest, pressing it flat against your heartbeat.

Steady. Real.

"That's me. Right here."

Still nothing.

So you reached up, cradling her face in both hands this time. Her skin was cold.

Her lips slightly parted, breath shallow.

"Ellie," you said again, firmer now—but still soft. "Look at me, baby. You're safe."

Her eyes twitched. A small flicker of something passed through them. Then, slowly, finally, she blinked—and her focus shifted back to you.

"There you are," you whispered, thumb brushing along her cheek. "It's okay. I've got you."

Her voice broke the silence, barely audible.

"I thought if I died out there, no one would even know I was gone."

Your breath hitched. She wasn't crying, but her voice trembled like she was holding back a flood.

"I kept thinking about you. Wondering if you'd be waiting... or if you'd just think I disappeared."

You leaned in and pressed your forehead to hers.

"I'd never stop looking for you," you whispered. "Not ever."

You stayed there for a moment, just breathing together. Then, gently, you reached for her other hand—still bloody, scraped raw— but you didn’t care. You brought it to your lips. You kissed each knuckle, one by one.

"I like your hands," she murmured, voice small.

You smiled softly. "Yeah?"

"They're warm. Not like mine."

"I like yours too," you said. "They're strong. They saved us both more than once."

You went back to cleaning the gash on her side, slower now, more careful.

Every time she winced, you soothed her with soft words. When you finished, you pressed the last gauze into place and leaned in to kiss just above it—gentle, reverent.

Then another kiss. One at her temple.

One at the corner of her mouth.

And finally—when she leaned into you— you kissed her lips.

It was slow and tender, her breath catching like she wasn't used to being touched so softly. Her hands gripped your shirt, grounding herself, and you could feel the way her whole body trembled—not from the pain anymore, but from letting go.

When you pulled away, her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unsure.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"I'm right here," you said. "You're safe. You did everything you could, and you came home."

Her forehead dropped to your shoulder.

You held her tightly, burying your nose in her hair, breathing her in. Blood and salt and the faint scent of her skin beneath it all.

"Don't let go," she said.

"Never."

You stayed there like that for a long time

—just holding her. Letting her come down. Letting her remember she was still alive, still loved.

And when you finally pulled her close and helped her onto the bed, she let you. Curled into your chest like she belonged there.

The world outside could wait.

Tonight, all that mattered was that she made it back to you. And you weren't letting her go.

You helped her lie down on your shared bed.

You kissed every bruise. Every scrape.

Her fingers found yours and didn’t let go.

She curled into your chest like it was the only place she could breathe.

“I keep thinking…” she whispered against your neck. “What if I never get to grow old with you?”

Your heart cracked open.

“Don’t say that,” you breathed, holding her tighter.

“I think about it all the time, every time I’m out there. Fighting.” She said. “That one day I won’t come back, and you’ll be here. And I’ll just be—gone. And I won’t get to see what you look like with wrinkles and grey hair. Or how your voice sounds when you say still love me after fifty years.”

You kissed her hair.

“We’ll get that,” you said. “You and me. Even if it takes the world falling apart.”

She buried her face in your neck. “Promise me.” She said while her hand reached for your waist.

“I promise.”

A long silence.

Then: “Can I touch you?”

You blinked. “Of course.”

Her hand slipped under your shirt—not with lust, but reverence. She traced your ribs, your waist, the soft skin of your stomach like she was trying to memorize every inch.

“I thought about this when I thought I was gonna die,” she murmured. “Not sex. Not anything like that. Just.. this. Feeling your skin. Knowing you’re alive.”

She reached for the hem of your shirt. “Is it okay if i..?”

Your eyes met hers, all softness and trust. “Yeah.” You breathed.

You let her take your shirt off. Then hers. Just warmth, skin to skin.

Her lips brushed your collarbone.

“I love you,” she said, voice shaking. “I love you so much it hurts.”

“I know, Els.” You whispered. “I love you.”

She kissed your sternum, then the side of your chest, her hands roaming gently. Then she hesitated, her fingers hovering over your inner thigh.

“Can I?” She asked again, quieter.

You nodded.

She let her palm settle there, her thumb tracing delicate circles on the inside of your thigh. Not near your center. Just close enough to make you whimper.

Not from desire.

From how good it felt to be touched like this. Like she knew you. Like she cherished you.

“Shit,” she whispered. “You’re so soft here.”

Your breath shook. You squeezed her hand.

“I didn’t know being touched like this could feel like.. breathing.”

Her head dropped against your shoulder.

“I almost died thinking I’d never get to lay here again. Just like this.”

You didn’t speak. Just kissed her temple.

Then her voice cracked, slurred with exhaustion.

“I don’t wanna be a ghost in your life. I don’t want you to remember me—I want to be here. With you.”

Your throat burned.

“You’re not a ghost,” you whispered. “You’re here. You’re mine.”

She looked at you then, eyes wide and wet.

“I would’ve come back from the dead just to hold your hand one more time.”

And you let her. Let her explore your body like it was the only thing keeping her sane.

Let her kiss the hollow of your neck, the curve of your stomach, the scars you never let anyone see.

Her breath hitched. Her mouth hovered lower, pressing the faintest kiss over the curve of your chest—just above where your heart beat loud and steady beneath her lips.

Not sexual desire.

Not need.

Just longing.

Like she was trying to tell you something she didn't know how to say. Like kissing you there might be the only way to make you understand.

You felt her exhale shakily against your skin.

Her hands didn't wander. They just held you.

And still, that kiss burned.

You let her love you.

Not with lust.

But with every ache in her chest. Every brush of her fingers. Every shaky breath she took against your skin.

She pulled back just enough to look at you-really look at you. Eyes dazed, reverent, like seeing you this close had unraveled something in her.

"You're so fucking pretty," she whispered, voice hoarse, like it physically hurt to hold that truth inside any longer. "Like—it hurts to look at you. I don’t deserve it.”

And before you could answer, her mouth was on yours.

Not rushed. Not hungry.

It was slow. Deep. Endless.

The kind of kiss that felt like falling into the center of the earth.

You whimpered into her mouth, and her breath hitched. Her hand cradled your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek as she tilted her head and kissed you deeper.

You could feel the tremble in her fingers. The ache behind every movement.

"Fuck. Ellie," you breathed against her lips—her name breaking out of you in a soft, shaking moan.

She gasped at the sound. Pressed closer.

She kissed you again, harder this time, but not rough. Just full. A kiss like gravity. Like a tether pulling you both back to the earth.

She moaned your name into your mouth, voice breaking with it—like saying it too loud might shatter her.

You didn't know how long you stayed like that, tangled in each other, your mouths slow and warm and desperate with affection. But when you finally pulled away, your breaths were fast and shallow, hearts thudding like drums.

Your foreheads stayed pressed together.

"I love you," she said, wrecked. "God, I love you so fucking much."

You kissed her once more-soft and slow— then eased her down into the blanket, tucking her against your chest. Her breath hitched once, then began to steady. Your hand moved gently through her hair as her body relaxed, piece by piece.

She fell asleep there, wrapped in you like a lifeline.

She didn't flinch in her sleep this time. Just breathed. Soft and steady. Like she was home.

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