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jaesqueso · 1 year

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Baby don’t stop (m)

pairing: gym buddy!jaehyun x female!reader

summary: you don’t want to deal with feelings, but you don’t want him to stop

word count: 5,089

warnings: fluff, unprotected and protected sex, oral, fingering, semi-public sex

a/n: ever since I saw these gifs of Jaehyun I knew I had to write this, it just took a bit longer than I thought 😅 I hope ya’ll enjoy it ❤ not proof read yet

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For most people going to the gym is a burden. The strength it takes to get out of the house and going to a place where you’re sweating and in pain sometimes loosing to the will to stay in the comfort of the couch. Those people definitely don’t work out with Jung Jaehyun.

You’ve seen him around town before. Well, who hasn’t? The man exudes seduction wherever he goes. Man and woman gagging at his handsome features and his sweet personality. So when you were looking for a new gym, since the one you used to go reallocated to another city, you made your decision when you saw him sitting on a bench, legs parted but back straight, his face showing the pain of those shoulder presses he was doing. In the first weeks you noticed your schedules seemed to match and running into him went from a polite greeting to actually working out together as you got to know each other.

“I thought I’d run into you here.” Seeing his smile walk through the door almost makes you crumble out of your plank position but you manage to hold it until your timer goes off.

Sometimes you like to go into one of the rooms of the gym, when there’s no classes going on, to have more space and privacy and since you’re a regular the staff had no problem with it. So when Jaehyun didn’t see you on the shared space he know exactly where to find you.

“I thought you’d given up training.” You get up, wiping your sweat with a towel as he walks up to you in his plain black t-shirt and grey sport shorts.

“Oh, come on, I’m only like ten minutes late.” Rolling his eyes he grabs a mattress and places it next to yours.

“Ten minutes? More like half an hour.” You chuckle as he glares at you.

Over time you became close enough to bicker and tease each other like this all the time. There was no denying you felt incredibly attracted to him but you couldn’t tell if he felt the same or was just being nice like he was to everybody else.

“Did you miss me that much? Don’t worry, I wouldn’t ghost you like that.” He winks as he does his stretching, making you shake your head with a grin. “So, what are we doing today?”

“Core.” You wiggle your brows.

“Oh great.” He pretends to be excited before letting his body fall into the mattress.

“Don’t be a pussy. You gotta work on those abs!” Playfully you slap his stomach but instantly regret feeling how rock solid he already his through his shirt.

“Oh no, you injured me! Guess I can’t do it no more!” He fake groans on the floor. “I need some mouth resuscitation, quick!”

“You wish!” You laugh to mask how much you’d love to do exactly that. “Come on, time to start a new set.”

“Ugh, ok lets go.”

This is a familiar set you two already know by heart. Starting off with sit ups, then some flutter kicks, followed by mountain climbers, traditional hip thrusts and some crunches, ending with a minute plank. As usual, you go through 5 sets, even if you had already done one, hyping up each other while your bodies grow sore and glistening with sweat, the temperature of the room rising.

As much as you’re used to working out with Jaehyun, you don’t think you’ll ever stop sneaking glances at the way his muscles tense up and how he bites his bottom lip to focus on controlling them. You’re pretty sure your body heat is not only from the exercises but the burning desire of feeling his warm skin against yours. It doesn’t help that the core set is just so… Sensual.

What you didn’t know is that he did the exact same thing. From the corner of his eye he observes every inch of your body, how you manage to be all sweaty and still remain so sexy. How he wish he could feel those hips thrusts against his-

“Jaehyun!” You pull him out of his transe. “Plank!”

“Oh, right!” He quickly switches positions to keep up.

“Come on, this is the last set.” You try to encourage both of you on finishing it.

“Why does a minute in plank feel like three hours?” Groaning he tries hard to hold his position.

“3, 2, 1… Done!” The timer goes off and you two let your bodies fall to each mattress, panting.

“Finally!” Jaehyun cheers turning his body around and you do the same.

Smiling as you stare at the ceiling, you take long breathes to bring your heart rate down. When you look the side you see him turning his face to you too. For a few seconds you lay there looking at each other, chest heaving up and down. There has always been some sexual tension between you two, even if none admitted it, but today it just felt particularly strong. That’s why in no time your lips were pressing against each other as your bodies entangled into one.

His hands roam on your sides as you pull his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere around the room. The kiss is desperate and intense letting you know how much he’s been thinking about this too. With him on top of you on the thin mattress, your shirt comes off as well, but your sports bra is too tight and sticky so he gives up and leaves it on.

When his hand cups your core, the fabric sticks to it but you know it’s not sweat, it’s your burning desire to feel more. Your tights leggings struggle to slide down your legs, but this time he’s not giving up that easily, taking your shoes with them. His lips then travel down your neck, tasting your salty hot skin. Wet kisses are left between your breasts, on your stomach, down to your still covered pussy.

By now you’re both too needy to get any more naked so he simply slides your panties to the side to slide his fingers between your folds, making you moan as your hand makes its way inside his underwear to stroke his hard dick. His long slender fingers slide so easily inside you, the nasty noises as he pumps them in and out driving you insane.

“Fuck me, Jaehyun.” You groan against his lips.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

With a smirk he removes your hand from his member, pushing his shorts and briefs down his hips and letting out the beast. You yelp when your legs are pushed apart and he positions himself between them.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom…” He sighs right before he was about to align himself with your entrance.

“That’s ok, I’m on the pill. And you can pull out.” You desperately suggest, there’s no way you’re losing this opportunity.

“You sure?” He confirms.

“Please, Jaehyun…” You beg pulling his hips down on yours.

Without wasting any more time, he pumps up his dick a few times and rubs it between your slick folds before finally sliding it inside you. You bite your lips at the satisfying stretch, digging your nails into his shoulder. After adjusting, his hips start moving against yours, quickly increasing the speed of his thrusts in despair.

Your legs instantly wrap around his waist, pulling him as closer as you can so he can hit as deep as he can. You’ve dreamt about this moment for so long, but your fantasies can’t come close to how it really feels to have all of him in you, as his mouth leaves beautiful marks all over your neck.

After a while he turns you around with his strong arms, lifting your hips so you’re resting on your knees as your face is pushed down. When he enters you again, the angle making it hit differently, has you grasping on the mattress.

With a tight grip on your hips, he moves just at the right pace to start building that sweet feeling deep inside of you. You’re not one to cum easily but damn, you’ve been waiting for this moment for what feel like a life time and damn, he’s doing such a great job.

Lifting your head you’re graced with a beautiful vision: the huge mirror on the wall in front of you showcasing his shirtless sculptured figure right behind your sinful position. You notice the way he bites his lip just like he does when lifting weights, and it drives you crazy. Soon his eyes find the reflexion of yours making the corner of his lip curl up in a devilish smut.

Suddenly your upper body his lifted against his, leaving you on full display in the mirror, his movements in and out of you never stopping. One of his hands travels down your stomach before his index and middle fingers start circling your clit increasing your pleasure. His coordination is unbelievable, much like his self control, because you could sweat he was holding his orgasm in just to make this moment last a little longer.

“Cum with me.” He whispers against your ear as you both watch your bodies moving in sync.

With one last groan you do as you’re told, like a good girl, almost crumbling down if his grip around your waist wasn’t that tight. Watching you fall apart in front of him triggers his own high but he manages to pull out, like a good boy, white strings of cum flying into the mattress.

For a few seconds you stay just like that, kneeling in each others arms as you regain your breath and let your heart rate get back to normal.

“Guess we don’t need cardio today.” Jaehyun jokes as you two start to get dressed.

“Don’t think the staff will love our alternative for the treadmill though.” Chuckling, you grab your towel to clean up what you can from the mess on the mattress.

“Oh shit, do you think somebody heard us?” He looks around, thanking all heavens that the small room doesn’t have any windows or cameras, at least that he can spot.

“We weren’t interrupted, were we?” You shrug with a grin. “Besides, it’s not like our noises were much different from someone exercising really hard.”

You both laugh but then he walks to you, hand gentling resting against your cheek before he leans for a kiss. This time his lips move slower, he doesn’t rush as you already got the lust out of the way. It should feel good, and it does, but you can’t help but freeze on the spot, panicking inside.

“I gotta go.” You grab your things and rush to the door right after he steps back.

“Wait! Did I do something wrong?” He calls but you’re already out of the room.

Quickly he grabs his stuff and tries to chase you but you’re nowhere to be found. He tries calling but you don’t pick up. He texts but there’s no reply. Jaehyun’s confused, he thought you wanted this, he thought you liked him. But if you did, why did you run away?

It was hard not answering his calls or texts but it just got too real too fast. Yes, there was physical attraction between you two and he is a fun guy to be around. But that last kiss just felt like too much, like there were feelings behind it and that’s something you just can’t deal with.

You decide not to go to the gym the rest of the week to avoid him. Childish behaviour? Yes. But it beats having to deal with possible feelings.

Friday night arrives and you decide to go out, have some fun and forget about all this mess. You meet up with some friends but once you get to the club everybody casually spreads out, some looking to pull, some just finding a spot on the dance floor. As for you, the bar is your first destination, greeting the bartender and ordering your usual drink.

“Guess faith is stronger than your will to avoid me.”

Looking to the side you see Jaehyun. Up until now you’d only seen him in his gym clothes, but you gotta admit the red dress shirt and black pants suit him like a glove. But you push the lust to the side and grab your drink about to disappear into the crowd.

“Wait.” He grabs your arm making you look back. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” You step back, taking his hand off of you.

“I think you know.” You sigh, realising there’s no point running away. “We were hitting it off so well, why did you run away?”

“Look,” you stop his hand from reaching your arm again, this time to caress it, “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about us.”

“And what idea is that?” He raises a brow.

“I don’t do relationships, Jaehyun. Yes, I had a good time with you but that’s it. If you’re looking for more than that, I’m not your girl.” You turn back around about to go your way again.

“Who said anything about a relationship?” His words stop you. “I had a good time too. And I think it would be a waste to just throw away all this chemistry.”

You remain in place, thinking about what he said, se he walks over to you.

“We can just keep it casual, you know?” His breath against your ear as his hands make their way to your hips, brings a smile to your face. “Just physical, not feelings.”

“You can buy me another drink first.” You push him away and turn around. “Then we’ll see.”

It doesn’t take a psychic to guess how the night ended. Bodies entangled, rolling around on his sheets. Luckily he had a drawer full of condoms so you didn’t have to play the dangerous pull out game again.

The next morning, Jaehyun wakes up alone as you sneaked out when he instantly feel asleep after your new work out plan. For a second he thinks you might’ve have regret the agreement but your texts are back making him chuckle as he goes in the bathroom to take a shower.

You didn’t take any more chances at the gym, saving the place to actually work out, but you start meeting casually when needing to blow off some steam, or if you were just in the mood. You never discussed being with other people in the mean time, but if you got what you needed from him, why would you go through the process of picking up someone new?

You just had one rule: no sleeping over. Wether he went to your place, or you went to his, nobody sleeps the night at the other’s bed. That’s your one requirement to avoid feelings. And so far it seemed to be working. Months have passed and your friends with benefits agreement feels like one of the best decisions you’ve ever made.

Until one day he decides to say the forbidden words.

“Why don’t you stay?” You ignore his words and pick up your clothes to get re-dressed, but he insists. “C’mon, it’s late and I know I wore you out tonight.”

“Jaehyun stop.” You don’t have to look back to know the proud look on his face from his performance tonight.

“I don’t get why you insist on leaving right after we have sex.” He sits on the bed, back against the headboard, not even bothering to cover his still naked body. “You make me feel so used.”

“Oh, poor thing.” You go along with his joke at first but then decide to clear up the boundaries. “I told you why.”

“‘Sleeping together leads to waking up together which leads to feelings, blah, blah, blah’, I know, I know.” He mocks your voice and groans, “I just can’t understand why you’re so scared to catch feelings.”

“I’m not scared,” you roll your eyes, “I’m just-”

“‘Not that type of girl’, right…” He sprawls across the bed, getting annoyed with the conversation.

“If you know all of that, why are we discussing it?” You check yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair.

“Because I feel like you’re softening up.” He casually replies.

“What?” You turn around with furrowed brows.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” His tone is cocky, “The texts we exchange, the way you kiss me and touch me lately… I know you’re getting smitten.”

“Goodnight, Jaehyun.” You grab your jacket and purse and get out the door.

When you get home you can’t stop thinking about what he said. You grab your phone and open your conversation with him. You cringe a little bit at how… Cute you started talking over all the usual teasing. Could you really be getting smitten?

Locking your phone, you lay on your back as you stare into the celling. Maybe you have been a little more kissy and touchy lately. Ugh, did you catch feelings and didn’t even realize? Your mind is a mess and your heart is beating like crazy. Is this what having feelings feel like? I do people live like this?

The next time you meet up at your place, no one talks about the conversation that has been on repeat inside your head, not that there’s much talking at all. But when he’s getting ready to go, you can’t stop yourself.

��You’ve been thinking about what you said.” You pull the sheets over your tired bare body.

“About what?” He continues getting dressed.

“About me being scared of my feelings and all that…” He stops with his t-shirt half way through his arm and turns to you with a surprised expression. “Maybe… Just maybe! I could give it a try…”

“Wait.” He walks to the bed and sits on the edge. “Do you mean, give us a try?”

“I guess…” You try to hold in your smile as his grows big. “But you should know I have no idea how to do this.”

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll make It work.” Crawling over the bed, he heads straight to your lips before you stop him with a hand on his chest.

“Not so fast, I wanna do this properly.” You got him groaning at your barrier.

“What do you mean?” He leans back again.

“I believe we should go on a date first.” You propose.

“A date? Aren’t we a little pass that?” He chuckles taking a peek inside the sheets and earning himself a slap on his hand.

“Jaehyun, I never did this before so I wanna do it right.” You insist.

“OK, ok, you win.” Getting up, he continues getting dressed. “Where should we go then?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You wink making him shake his head with a smile. “How does Saturday at 7pm sounds?”

“Sounds like it’s gonna be fun!” He excitedly replies as he heads out.

“Goodnight, Jaehyun.”

When the front door closes you roll around the bed, giggling like a teenager. This feelings thing is so weird, but you gotta admit it feels kind of nice.

Saturday comes and he’s finishing getting ready when the doorbell rings. You had texted him you’d pick him up so a smile grows on his face. The first thing he sees is a huge bouquet making his eyes go wide.

“Hi.” Your head pops up from behind it with a grin.

“What is this?” He chuckles taking the flowers.

“Well, I read online it’s usual to bring flowers on date.” You shrug.

“I’m pretty sure it’s usually the guy doing this part…” He raises an eyebrow. “But I’ll take it. Let me put these in some water and we can go.”

You awkwardly wait by the door but he is quick to come back. The date is a classic one: dinner and a movie, simple but effective. You didn’t want to go overboard with it in case it went wrong, but of course it doesn’t, you already know each other so well and have so much chemistry that it had everything to go right. The conversation flows, you laugh and get to know each other even more. At the end of the day it was a very successful date.

When you drop him back at his place, you walk him to the door, laughing about a funny scene in the movie you watched.

“Here you are, safe and sound.” You smile, pleased with the outcome.

“I am.” He chuckles. ”I had a really great time.”

“Not bad for a first date, huh?” You nudge his arm.

“Not bad at all.” With that he starts to lean forward expecting a kiss but you stop him.

“You’re supposed to wait til the third date to kiss.” You whisper against his lips that are so close from yours.

“Says who?” He whispers back, not moving an inch.

“The internet.” There’s a pause and then you two start laughing. “I told you I want to do this right, I don’t want you to think I’m easy.”

“Ok, we’ll do it your way.” He finally steps back with a sigh and plays along. “Will you call me then?”

“I will.” You nod. “Goodnight, Jaehyun.”

The rest of the weekend he stays by the phone but no call, not even a text. Why are you so confusing and give him mixed feelings? He thought everything went well but now you just go silent. On Monday afternoon he sees you entering the gym and catches you right before you get into the locker room.

“Oh hey, I didn’t see you!” Your smile looks so genuine that makes his head a mess.

“Don’t tell me you’re avoiding me again.” He puts on the cutest pout.

“What?” You tilt your head. “Why would I be avoiding you?”

“Right?” You grow more confused. “You said you’d call. And then you didn’t…”

“Oh that?” You chuckle. “I read you’re supposed to wait two days to call back. I was gonna do it tonight.”

“Are you serious?” He lets out a relieved breath. “Does everything really have to be under these ‘rules’?”

“I told you I don’t know how to do it, so yes.” You explain, giving no room for him to refute any further. “Now let me go get ready, otherwise I won’t get any exercise done today.”

Jaehyun stands there looking dumbfounded as you go change. You’re so unique and peculiar, but that just makes him like you even more. One thing he doesn’t really like is that because you finally decided to accept your feelings and go on all these dates, he’s getting none so he’s growing horny and needy.

You keep going on dates and, as promised, at the end of the third one, before you say your goodbyes, you pull him in for a kiss. He takes as much as he can from the moment, not ever wanting to let go, but you eventually push him back and leave.

By the end of the fifth date you accept to come inside his apartment for one last drink before you go. You get comfortable on his couch as he prepares some light drinks and then joins you. The conversation continues like an extension of the date, with him scooting closer and closer until his mouth joins yours.

The glasses are placed on the coffee table as the kiss intensifies and you find yourself moving to his lap. His hands grip on your hips, slightly moving them back and forward to create some friction. But as you start feeling something growing under you, you quickly get up and adjust your clothes.

“Maybe we should call it a night now.” You clear your throat.

“Why?” Frustrated, he runs a hand through his hair before rolling his eyes. “Is these because of those ‘rules’?”

“Well, I read guys like to do it on the fifth date but girls prefer to wait until around date nine, so maybe we should go on a few more…” You bite your lip realising how silly these dating rules sound.

“Oh yeah?” Suddenly he gets up and takes off his shirt. “You really want to date four more dates?”

Gulping, you watch his toned torso that you know so well and miss so much. You also notice the bulge in his pants making your insides burn. In your head you start debating if you still want to do this ‘right’ or give into the pleasure.

“So?” He steps closer, voice dropping low.

“Fuck it.”

Closing the distance you instantly jump on him, legs wrapping around his waist as your arms support you on his shoulders. Good thing he works out hard and catches you like it’s nothing, resuming the kiss he wished you’d never stopped.

He carries you into the bedroom and lays you in bed. Your clothes slowly come off, the naked spots getting covered with Jaehyun’s gentle kisses. When you’re fully bare, he takes a spot between your legs, face inches away from your pussy as he blows some hair on it.

Biting your lip, you squirm on the mattress, desperate for more, but his strong hands hold your tights apart before his tongue travels between your juices folds to focus on the center of your nerves, drawing the most intricate designs and driving you crazy.

Soon his fingers join the party, slowly entering you and curling just the right way to massage that special spot. By now you’re not able to hold it in anymore and let the moans escape your lips. All those dates were fun but damn you missed how he makes you feel in bed.

You try to tell him to just fuck you already, even if it gets lost in your sinful sounds, but he seems to be focused in getting an orgasm out of you before making your wish come true. When your body shakes in pleasure he makes sure to lick all your juice before his lips make their way up so you too can taste yourself.

Then he leans back on his knees, taking his time to unbutton his pants, but now you’re impatient so you replace his hands removing the remaining clothes off his body. His jaw drops in a silent moan when you wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping it up and down.

Letting a drop of saliva fall into the tip, you smear it on the head before you start sucking on it with your hand still moving on the length. Gradually you move your mouth lower until you have all of him inside. You start bobbing your head at a nice pace, feeling him grow more if that’s even possible.

Jaehyun messily grabs your hair out of your way, biting his lip as he attentively watches his dick disappear between your lips. His precum mixes with your own taste in your mouth giving you a nasty yet delicious flavour.

You wanted to go all the way and have him explode in your mouth but he’s the one needy and desperate right now. Gently he pushes you back in in the mattress and reaches for a condom on his night stand. He rolls the rubber down his length before aligning himself in your entrance and slowly pushing in.

Pressing your tights to your torso, his hips start moving as your nails dig onto his back for support. His pace and stamina is like no other, but today it feel different. He’s still hitting all the right spots inside you but this time it feels more passionate and caring, even if he’s fucking your brains out.

After a messy kiss, he leans back, lifting one of your feet to rest on his shoulder, slightly changing the angle and making you moan louder. He joins the melody of pleasure in the room, moving faster and deeper as his orgasm builds up. You look up through half lidded eyes and smile spleeplish at that signature expression you adore, the one he makes when lifting weights as he to control his muscles.

He knows he won’t last must longer, and neither will you for your second high of the night, so he moves your leg to join the other one, positioning you on your side, and lays behind you. He wants to feel close to you when he cums so he wraps his arm around your waist, gluing his rock hard torso to your back.

To make sure you get your orgasm before him, he slips your upper leg over his hip, allowing him to hit deeper inside you as his hand moves to your clit. The circular movements of his digits along with the pace of his dick sliding in and out of you are enough to push you over the edge and you coat him in your juices.

Soon, he too is filling up the condom, his moans so close to your ear, almost making you cum again. You stay there for a few minutes, in each others arms, his cock getting soft inside you, until it starts to feel a bit nasty, in a bad way and you separate to clean up.

Back in bed, for the first time you cuddle. It’s such a simple thing but so emotionally powerful that makes you think you’ve done the right thing in letting him in. Letting your feelings in. Your head feels so right laying on his chest, it annoys you much you enjoy listening to his heartbeat as his chest heaves with his steady breathing.

“Alright, time to go.” He taps your shoulder.

“Go where?” You look at him confused.

“Home, silly.” He bops the end of your nose.

You feel like a rock was dropped to your stomach. He wants you to go home. Like you did all those other times. You thought that with dating and accepting your feeling things would be different and it would be good to spend the night, but maybe he thinks differently.

“We already had sex so there’s no point you staying right?” He continues with the most natural smile in his face.

“R-Right…” Still confused, you slowly get up but then get yanked back into his arms.

“I can’t believe you fell for that.” He laughs. “I was just kidding.”

“You idiot!” You hit his chest annoyed at how you realise this is probably what he felt all those times before.

“Shut up, you love me.” As Jaehyun cages you in his embrace you have no choice but to give in.

“Maybe I do.”

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vicsbasement · 2 months

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Watching Charles closely I came to believe that he might have abandonment issues (for obvious reasons), so yeah, I guess he hasn’t been taking Carlos’ departure from the team very well… Of course Carlos isn’t actively abandoning him, but anyways

Ohmygod, anon. You're absolutely right. I mean, it's a logical response to his past trauma, too. I'm not presuming to know the guy, but from what I can see, I just feel like he's really going through the trenches right now. I'm not going to say that they're extremely close, but, just from what we've been able to see about their relationship and the way they talk about each other, I'm ready to assume that they really seem to be close, especially now that we can see Charles visibly reacting to Carlos' departure from the team. I'm pretty sure there's not an ounce of bad blood between them, especially since they've been seeming so much closer ever since before Vegas. I feel like their friendship had time to develop towards the end of their third year together (trauma bonding and all things provided by a very rocky Ferrari car that put them both in uncomfortable situations that only both of them could understand) and so, now that that was blooming, to have it taken from them must be tough. Carlos has been brought up to be much less emotional about his relationships in the paddock, based on interviews alone, yet I think he's been saving up some emotion for their alone time. Charles, though... he seems to be that guy who wears his heart on his sleeve sometimes, and when it comes to this, he doesn't seem too shy to let people know that he really does like Carlos as a teammate and as a person. I mean, they have so much in common, everyone's said it, Mattia, Fred, constantly talking about their competitiveness and how close they'd become when they started to make everything a race... and they probably know each other well. They've shared small spaces, probably had important conversations with one another, they're both in a position where nobody else would get it, except for the other. And they've never, EVER shown disrespect towards each other. So, yeah. Carlos might not be abandoning Charles, but they're both in rather similar situations, and to bring Lewis into the mix, Lewis, with the bigger salary, with the seven titles, with the past experience... it should be something that makes Charles take pause and probably appreciate what he has right now with a guy who's basically in the same level as himself in terms of... I don't know, I guess gravitas. Lewis has so much, and Charles has the whole team behind him, and yet he turns to Carlos as a friend? Maybe we're not seeing how much of an equal footing they have between each other. They've probably discussed even this between them and Charles must be feeling so comfortable with Carlos by his side... This whole thing rocks his whole world, and I would love Carlos' security just as much as Charles is probably appreciating it right now. Sorry, I got totally off the rails with this, but the point is: what this shows me is that Charles really does care, deeply, about Carlos. And it's a wonder to see, honestly. If I were to be completely honest, I saw their relationship much more unilaterally. I felt like Carlos liked Charles more than he liked Carlos. But right now? Wow. I really do see how much Charles seems to appreciate Carlos' company and friendship as a teammate. And it's an absolute relief to me. The fact that he started the year defending Carlos from the italian press and insisting, on record, that they should focus on the fact that they have a whole year together out of "RESPECT FOR CARLOS"? Wow, Charles. You had my eye, before, but right now, you finally caught my attention. Thank you for sending me this ask, anon! I love analyzing stuff and the content has been pouring lately, so I love just to be able to talk about these two guys without restraints 😅

#Charlos #vic talks #ask #anon #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #you guys stop liking the post and JOIN THE CONVERSATION I WANT TO KNOW YOUR TAKES #charlos thoughts

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 7 months

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Beauty of the Blue Pt. 2

A/N- i genuinely didn’t expect that fic to get so much love 🥰 thank you all for your feedback on it, i really do want to write more for him, but for some reason he’s a very tricky character for me to get down correctly. BUT, i’m glad that so many of you have been sending in requests so i get a little more practice for writing him 🖤 I may or may not turn this into a 3 part fic but i haven’t decided yet 😅

Summary- After a week of being on Buggy’s ship, you need to know why he’s been treating you so differently than you had imagined.

Genre- Fluff, Light smut at the end

Warnings- Reader has female anatomy, Buggy being a little bit of a pervert, hinting at smut near the end

Tag List- @lotr-got

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 3.6k

If you’d like to read Part 1 you can find it here 🫶

You woke up to the sunlight shining through the window of your room, the gentle rocking of the ship awoke you further, easing your way slowly out of bed.

Your arms were stretched up over your head as you yawned, and a smile slowly came to your lips as you looked around the room.

It was small, but cozy.

Buggy had kept his promise, and he had given you nothing but the best since you’ve made your deal. Your bed had the softest blankets and pillows you’ve felt in a long while, he’d given you plenty of clothes to survive on for the next few months at sea if need be, and of course you were given as much privacy as you needed, only calling for meals as you lay in bed all day if that’s what you wished.

It was an easy life, and to be honest it was quite nice not having to ask for much anymore. You had been given every little thing you had asked for, and if his crew couldn’t get you what you wanted, Buggy would send them off on one of the lifeboats to return with what you needed and more as an apology. Out of everything else you had gotten out of your deal, Buggy was the thing you were most grateful for.

Even the crew had never seen him so eager to get up in the morning to greet you.

Each and every morning you’d woken up to him at your door, already fully dressed and ready for the day, wishing you a good morning with some breakfast if it was ready and tell you of the ships plan for the day. Thus far it hasn’t been too much of a journey. The Big Top was headed to the Grand Line, slowly but surely, and up until this point you hadn’t been asked to use your beauty to get them much of anything.

Every stop you made, Buggy would ask if you needed anything at all while they were stopped, and it felt nice to not have to be the one doing the work to get you what you needed. It was strange, having someone always doting on you rather than the other way around.

Buggy had been nothing but kind and respectful to you since you came aboard his ship, and he made sure the crew had been giving you the same treatment. You couldn’t be more grateful. Only a week in, and your life had already been changed for the better.

Though one thing had been on your mind since that night at the bar.

You figured that Buggy would’ve wanted something from you in return by now, and yet he had not asked for one thing. No intimacy, no private time together, nothing. Each and every time you had been given an offer by another captain they always wanted one specific thing from you, they made that clear, and you didn’t give it up that easy. Buggy won you over because you knew that if that was what he wanted, you wouldn’t be opposed to giving him a little something extra in return for giving you such treatment aboard his ship. And yet, he was always so respectful.

Giving you his arm to guide you wherever you went together, letting you have your privacy when you changed or bathed, and though it was nice to be able to not expect him to come into your room every night and leave after getting what he wanted, you started wishing he would.

You had caught yourself sneaking longer glances over to him, smiling whenever his gaze met yours. His touch would linger on you for a few moments longer than normal and you never wanted that sensation to leave your skin. You’d lay in bed at night wishing that you had someone warm laying next to you to hold you in their arms. You wanted it to be him.

He had already shown you another side of him, the side that could be caring and compassionate if need be, but you wanted so much more. You came onto this ship agreeing that you would be his, but now you wanted him to be yours.

Your legs hung over the edge of your bed and you smiled when you heard that familiar knock at your door.

“Come in!” You said in between yawns.

Buggy had entered with a smile, his captains hat off, a small tray in his hands with your breakfast.

“Good morning.” He said with a smile as he placed the little tray next to you on the bed, “My, my, that beauty sleep really does wonders on you.”

You giggled and looked at your hands in your lap to try and hide your blush. You had heard the way he spoke to his crew and to the islanders he had come across when going in for more supplies, and he had never used that tone with you.

“I’m glad you think so.” You reached out and sipped the tea he had brought you, “What’s on the agenda today, captain?”

“Not much more than what we did yesterday.” He approached you and sat on the other side of the tray, “No islands around, the nearest one is around a day away, so we’re just going to sail and see how long it takes us.”

You nodded and quickly grabbed the fork, picking at the little plate of fruits you were brought,

“Anything for me to do today?” You asked him, but he shook his head.

“Not a thing my dear.” He smiled and stood back up, “You just do whatever it is you always do, and i’ll take care of the rest.”

He placed his hand onto your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, making sure none of the red on his lips transferred. He smiled down at you for a moment before clearing his throat, looking to the floor. His gaze left yours and the smile on your lips slowly faded. For some strange reason, everything felt so right with him there.

You didn’t feel alone.

“Wait!” You said to him, quickly grasping his hand and lightly pulling back, giggling as you saw it pop off of his wrist as it held yours, “Sorry…” He stepped forward and you held his hand back up to his arm, feeling the slight stretch at his wrist as it reattached itself to the rest of his body, “I still forget sometimes.”

“It’s alright,” He smiled and slowly removed his hand from yours, moving it to the side of your head, petting your hair back as he looked down to you, “I forget too sometimes…”

You shared a comfortable silence with one another, and as you looked into his eyes you could see his gaze wander and linger onto your smiling lips. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same. Though covered in red makeup, you always admired how kind his smile was.

“Would you…” You started, your train of thought being interrupted by him again. Damn him and his pretty blue eyes.

Your hand moved from your side to rest on top of his as it rested at the side of your head so tenderly,

“Would you stay? I just…” You took a deep breath, collecting yourself as he sat next to you once more, your breakfast tray being moved to the side to give himself more room, “I need to know. Why have you not asked for…” You wracked your brain, trying to find the best way to ask without blatantly having to say it, “more, from me?”

He carefully cocked his head to the side, unsure for a few moments as to what you could’ve possibly meant. When his eyes moved to your lap, watching your thighs slowly and carefully rub together beneath your nightgown, he smirked.

“Is that what you want from me?” He asked you, his gaze returning to your eyes.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you looked down to your lap to hide any emotion. You weren’t sure how to feel.

As much as you wanted to be able to give Buggy everything he needed, it seemed like he was treating you so much better than any other captain at any of the bars you had gone to ever had. He didn’t expect anything from you in return for him taking you in, and you adored how kind and respectful he was, but you were the one who wanted more. You couldn’t help it.

You shrugged, his finger moving to your chin, tilting it upwards to face him once more.

“Talk to me (y/n),” he said softly, “tell me what thoughts are racing through that pretty little head of yours.”

You took a deep breath and he sat there patiently waiting for you. He wanted to be able to make sure you were living your life to the fullest, anything you wanted you got, and he would make sure of it.

“You treat me differently than everyone else on your ship. You treat me differently than any other sea captain i’ve interacted with. I’ve seen the way you are with your crew, you’re demanding and you’re strong, and a little scary at times.” He chuckled and nodded, agreeing that his behavior with his crew could sometimes be less than rational, “You treat me better than anyone else. Every other captain that’s offered me a deal would always expect something from me in return, and i think you know what that is…” You quietly trailed off, and he could see that this was something that had been on your mind for a while.

You didn’t know why you wanted him so badly, but the way he was treating you was so unusual. At least to you it was. You were fully willing to give yourself to him whenever he asked for it, you figured it was part of your deal, but as the days had gone on he had given you your privacy and alone time, and it was lonely being by yourself at night.

“And you want to know why i haven’t asked for that from you yet, hm?” He asked.

You pursed your lips and nodded slowly. You weren’t sure what to say. Even without being able to fully finish your words, he understood exactly what you were implying.

“Well, a few reasons i suppose.” He moved his hands to hold yours gently in your lap, “The first one being, i respect you more than to just use you as my little pawn. You’re someone who has what so many other people want, and you’re someone who deserves to be shown that you’re more than a beautiful face.” He was talking sternly, seriously, he meant these things truly and deeply and you could feel him tense up as his hands held yours, “I didn’t want you to think that this partnership that we have means that i get to use you as i please, that i have the privilege of letting you be my little plaything and discarding you until you’re needed. I meant what i said in that bar (y/n), when i’m king of the pirates, i want you to be my queen. But that means nothing if it’s forced onto you.” You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, holding onto every word he was saying, “Your safety, your comfort, and your needs are more important to me than this deal we have, and i would never overstep a boundary just because i knew i could.”

You knew exactly why he hadn’t made any moves before.

It wasn’t because he only wanted you for your beauty to get him closer to the One Piece. It wasn’t because he only wanted you to be a pretty little pawn sitting at his side. It wasn’t because he didn’t think you were beautiful enough to warrant those kinds of advances. He had been giving you the time and the space you needed, everything you had asked for.

You were given your own room because you hadn’t said you wanted to share Buggy’s. You were given as much privacy and alone time as you wanted because you hadn’t said you wanted him there. You were always given nothing but the best from him and his crew, and you were more than grateful, but you hadn’t realized just how much control you had with your new found partnership.

Buggy was in charge of the ship and his crew, but you were in charge of Buggy. He would do anything your heart desired just to keep you happy.

“I’m sorry that you misunderstood me at the bar, but i want to make sure you understand this relationship clearly…” He turned his body to face you, the soft fabric of his gloves softly moved as he brought your hands up as he held them, looking into your eyes, “Whatever you want, you get. All you have to do is say the word.”

His gaze never left yours and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. He was just waiting for you to say the word and he was ready and willing to do anything you asked.

“Whatever i want?” You asked, seeing his lips curl into a smile.

“Whatever you want.”

You softly smiled, not caring wether or not he could see how he was making you feel. So warm, so comforted, and though you could still hear the noises of the crew outside your door as they did their work for the day it felt like you were the last two people on earth. He made you feel like the only girl in the world.

“Even if it’s you?” You whispered to him, your eyes finally glancing down at his red painted lips.

He chuckled, and you thought you could see a bit of pink beneath the makeup on his cheeks. It was nice to finally see him flustered for once.

“If that’s what you wish for.”

You enjoyed the silence for a few moments, just basking in one another’s company like you had wished to since you arrived on the ship. Since you came aboard you hadn’t been able to be alone with one another for more than five minutes before one of the crew came rushing to find Buggy to tell him about a new island spotted or if another crew mate wasn’t doing the work that was expected of them. He liked the silence. He liked it with you.

“So…” You trailed off, the silence moving from comfortable to awkward, neither one of you knowing what to do next, “how do we go about this?”

“Well, for starters, i’ll have you and all of your things moved into my quarters. I see no point in leaving you all by your lonesome anymore.” Your eyes got wider and your smile was bigger just at the mention of not having to be cramped up all by yourself, “And of course you’ll get all the same normal treatment, but there will be a few changes with me.”

“Changes?” Your thumbs brushed over the soft fabric of the gloves on his hands, “Such as?”

“You’re going to be seeing me a lot more often than have been my love,” He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, slowly working his way up your arm, kissing it after each new change, “we’ll share my bed, and you’re allowed to be as far away or as close to me as you like,” Your lips curled to a shy smile as he gently kissed your wrist, just imagining the warm feeling of getting to wake up in his arms each morning, “i’ll be at your beck and call, waiting to fulfill every need you have,” His lips moved to just below your elbow and a shiver ran over your body as he moved further upwards, “you’ll always be close to me, i’ll even have my freaks build you a throne so you’ll always be sitting pretty beside me,” You perked up at the thought of being able to sit and watch over the crew next to Buggy, everyone’s eyes on you just watching and waiting for you to make your rule, “and of course, every second you’re with me my dear, every waking moment that you’re here with me,” One gloved hand moved from yours to your chin, keeping it tilted up, making sure he had every ounce of your attention, “you’ll be getting every ounce of love, adoration, and worship that i have to offer.”

You were speechless.

Countless times, again and again, you’d have pirate captains and marine admirals profess their love to you. Crew mates and marines, even fish men and countless others had offered your their undying worship, but this was the first time you believed that someone wanted more than just the ability to say that they were the ones loving you.

Buggy knew you were more than that. And you could see that he really truly meant everything he said.

He didn’t want you because of your pretty face, he didn’t want you because you’re the most breathtaking creature to grace the earth on both land and sea. He wanted you for you. Everything that you had, he wanted. He loved you for more than your body, but for your soul, and he would spend hours, days, weeks, even years if it took that long to show you that he wanted to be the one worthy of having you want him too.

Your hands moved from his and for a quick moment the smile faded from his lips, only to return once he felt your soft fingertips graze his cheeks as you held him close,

“I want your love Buggy… Please?…”

Your breath was cut quickly by his lips pressing into yours, catching you so off guard that you nearly fell back onto the mattress, quickly catching yourself with your arms at your sides.

His lips were dry, yet soft, and you smiled at the gentle tickling of the stubble on his face as it grazed over yours. You couldn’t help but let out a small, needy whimper, finally feeling the rush of electricity run all through your body. And it was just from one kiss.

He pulled away from you slowly, a smile at his lips, and he couldn’t help but chuckle from seeing the little bit of red staining your lips from his makeup.

“I’m sorry,” His hand snaked behind your neck, holding it gently as he leaned down to you and pecked your lips, “I just couldn’t help it.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Your hands did the same, your fingers interlocking behind his neck as his body carefully adjusted over yours, “it’s exactly what i wanted…”

The position you were in was nothing short of provocative.

You arms around him while one of his hands held you close, the other holding him up on the bed as he was leaned over you, your bodies so close to one another. The nightgown that draped over your body had been pulled up to your thighs, and you were wishing he would just get it over with and rip it off of your body, but he was too gentle with you for that. He treated you like your body was made of glass, handling you so delicately like you would break at the slightest hint of pressure. It was actually quite a talent.

His hand slowly moved from your mattress to your thigh, the glove on his hand making you shudder as you felt the corduroy fabric slowly stroking over your thigh. Though you hadn’t even noticed it, your leg had slowly moved upwards, laying just over his hip. A smirk came to his lips as he looked at your lower body, and though he had the opportunity to take a peek between your legs and see the little wet spot on your panties that was entirely his doing, he had no interest in it. He was looking down at your legs, watching them slowly moving back and forth, one at his side and the other laid against the mattress. He was making you writhe, just from a few kisses and his hands on your legs, and he loved it.

“Buggy…” You pleaded with him, just needing him to touch you. He made it so sweetly unbearable to have to wait.

A chuckle escaped his lips and he slowly looked back up into your eyes, giving your body a quick once-over just to fully take in the sight before him.

“All in good time my love.” He leaned forward once more and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “First, i want you to get all settled into my quarters. Why don’t you change and put on one of those pretty outfits i have for you, i’ll grab some of the crew to move your things around.”

He fixed your nightgown back down your legs, taking your hand and carefully pulling you up, his glove wiping away the little red marks his lips left behind.

You took a deep breath, trying to push the feeling of want back down, knowing that he’d give you what you needed eventually. You stood up from the bed and wandered over to the small wardrobe, glancing over to Buggy who had moved himself into one of the chairs across the room. His legs were spread, he was leaned back comfortably, and his eyes never left your figure as a smirk came to his lips.

“Well aren’t you going to get some of the crew?” You asked him, sifting through the hangers in the wardrobe for the perfect little outfit to wear.

“And miss the show?” He chuckled, “I never said i was leaving sweetheart…”

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You Wanna Kiss

NCT Dream reaction using variations of the prompt “oooo you wanna kiss me so bad.”

A/N - This is inspired by a request I received but I kinda went on a tangent 😅 Anyway, this is a mix of friends to lovers and established couple scenarios, very fluffy with the mildest hint of angst (if you squint).

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only.

Mark

He’s endearingly dorky, but that’s one of the reasons you fell for Mark. There was just something in the way he cracked terribly hilarious jokes and then instantly cringed at what he’d said that made your heart melt for him. Although, once you’d gotten closer, you learnt he had a more daring, cheeky side.

“Come on,” His cute giggle completely opposes the teasing smirk he sends your way. “I know you wanna kiss me.”

He’s sure of himself, but not in a cocky way. He more so just puts himself in a light that makes you see him as a man who knows what he wants.

You’re not even entirely sure how you got onto this topic of conversation. All you’d intended to do was join your friend for dinner like you so often do. But somehow, the conversation had turned from how you’re enjoying your meal onto comments that Chenle had previously used to poke fun about your friendship with Mark. Until finally, the question had come about if you’d ever thought of what it would be like to kiss him.

The way he’d first proposed the question was so casual that you almost choked on your mouthful of food, pulling an exaggeratedly disgusted face after.

“And if I do?” You choose now to take a sip of your drink, hiding your rosy cheeks behind your glass. It takes everything in you to keep your expression controlled.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Renjun

“You know you want to…” Renjun sing songs, pulling a knowing expression. But you’re not ready to give in to him yet.

You’ve been sulking on the sofa, giving your boyfriend the silent treatment for a little over two hours now and Renjun doesn’t know how much longer he can last without you talking to him. It’s all over something so trivial anyway.

“You watched our show without me.” You grumble, refusing to look at the person who betrayed you. Yes, Renjun had watched the latest episode of the drama without you, he’d only intended to watch a few seconds, a minute tops. It’s not his fault that Netflix had just so happened to open on that screen and he couldn’t resist the temptation of pressing play…

“And I said I was sorry!” Renjun scoots himself up against you, twisting his body so he is able to lean his head right in your line of vision. He knows that the pleading smile he sends you will melt your resolve, growing increasingly pleased with himself when he notices your cold expression begin to soften.

“Can I have a kiss now?” You watch as he raises a brow at you in question, trying to suppress the triumph that he feels.

“Fine.” You reluctantly agree, bending to press the quickest peck you can to his lips. Except, before you have a chance to pull away, one of Renjun’s hands has cupped your cheek and kept you close, chuckling into the non-existent space between you before kissing you a little deeper.

Jeno

You’ve had feelings for Jeno for as long as you can remember. In fact, you had initially wanted to become friends with him because you found him so attractive. Of course, you then got to know the goofy side to Jeno and found that you were surprisingly even more charmed by his bubbly personality.

So while your crush on him has been there since the very start of your friendship, you now have different reasons as to why you would want to date him. Alongside his good looks, you find his protectiveness towards you so attractive. The way he always offers to walk you home when it’s dark outside and how he always messages you to make sure you are still alive when he hasn’t heard from you in a few days. They are just a few from a long list of reasons of why you’ve fallen for Jeno.

Which is why you are unable to pass up the opportunity when he offers you a kiss.

“Give me a kiss.” He puckers his lips playfully in your direction. You can’t help but snicker at the face he pulls, your eyes simultaneously darting around the cafe self-consciously. “Don’t pretend like you don’t want to.” He adds after a few seconds of waiting.

You roll your eyes at his clear lack of care towards the fact that you’re in public. But, with a wide grin, you comply to his request and lean over to press a kiss to his lips.

Your skin burns from the wave of feelings that wash over you as you pull away and retreat into your chair once again; now with a respectable distance between you.

Except Jeno wants more. So he scoots his chair until it’s pressed into the side of yours, one arm reaching around your shoulders while his other hand gently tucks under your chin and coerces your face to look at him.

“We’re not done yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you.”

Haechan

Another day, another petty argument. It seems that you and Haechan bicker about such simple domestic things all the time. “Why do you leave the damp towel on the wet floor after your shower?” “Put your empty mug in the sink rather than beside it!” “Turn the light off when you leave the room!” Even your friends have picked up on it and begun to tease you both. But, however frequent your arguments are, they never seem to last long. And this time is no different.

First of all, your boyfriend had gotten annoyed at you for not moving your feet off of the sofa so he could sit down beside you. So he’d acted like a sulking child and put his glass of water on the table without using a coaster.

When you’d got annoyed over the ring of residue staining the wood from his glass, you then decided to get him where it hurts: you hid his keyboard so he couldn’t play games. Although, it took him a few hours to notice what you’d done because it wasn’t until the evening that he usually played. Once he had noticed though, he was very clearly wound up and you were definitely in for it.

Haechan lured you into a false sense of security when he’d called you into the bedroom, his voice light and seemingly cheerful. It’s only once you’ve been caged in against the wall by him and questioned relentlessly about the whereabouts of his keyboard that you realise what a mistake you made by messing with his gaming setup.

“Oooo you wanna kiss me so bad.” Haechan doesn’t even try to hide his amusement, clearly enjoying holding all of the power. By this point he’s pushed you so far, you’re unsure if you love or hate this side to him. “But that’s the last thing you’re going to be getting unless you confess.”

You gulp when he whispers his words dangerously close to your ear, your whole body tense. He has you reeling, taking far too much enjoyment of the current dynamic.

Once you’ve finally caved in and Haechan has won back his keyboard, don’t think it’s all over. No. You do get awarded a kiss, way more than you’d expected after winding him up. But it’s just a continuation of his payback, keeping you in his lap while he games and only giving the bare minimum of affection.

Jaemin

“How about we have some kissy time?” You burst into laughter, not quite sure how to respond to Jaemin’s out of the blue request in any other way. Sometimes you wonder how you two became friends. Although, you do love his randomness.

“I said I was bored. How does that relate?” You deadpan once you’ve regained your composure. You can’t give away how fast your heart is racing in your chest, or how much his suggestion really has affected you. Even if he did refer to kissing as “kissy time”.

“It kills time.” He shrugs like its no big deal. No embarrassment evident on his part. “You’re telling me you don’t want to kiss these lips?” He pouts, pointing at his lips in the most shameless way possible.

“I never said that.” You whack his arm, rolling your eyes.

It’s almost impossible to hide the way your cheeks inflame over the thought of kissing Jaemin, one of your closest friends. Although, you’ve never denied how handsome you think he is to his face; it’s always been in a more lighthearted, no pressure sort of way previously. Unlike now, where his invitation is laden with something different.

“Then get over here.” Jaemin grins devilishly, revelling in the way you practically jump into action, closing off the small space that was between you in an instant.

“Promise that you’ll never call it kissy time again.” Jaemin laughs at your pleading eyes, his hands securing you in his hold as he begins to close the space between you.

“We’ll see…”

Chenle

He’s angry and it’s all your fault. You just can’t help the fact that you find Chenle so attractive when he’s rilled up and about to loose his temper.

It started with you giving him the silent treatment for no reason other than finding it funny. Then it progressed into avoiding his touches, noticing how deep his displeased frown got when he had tired to pull you into a back hug but you quickly stepped away and rushed into the bathroom. After that, Chenle wouldn’t leave you alone, knowing exactly what you were up to just from seeing how pleased you looked with yourself.

But you crossed the line when you dodged his kisses. He’s not having that.

“If you don’t get here and kiss me I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” You sassily cut in, failing to hide the amusement you’re taking from seeing your boyfriend so wound up. You can’t help the fact that Chenle is so easy to annoy.

He glares at you. No more words. Just glares. His unfinished threat hanging in the air of the silent room while you wait for Chenle to say something.

Before you know what’s happening, he’s sprung into action, pacing towards you before - albeit a little rougher than he intends to - grabbing you by the waist with one hand, cupping your cheek with the other and smashing his lips into yours.

“Do you really want to know now?” He dares you, mumbling the question into your lips before diving back in without giving you a chance to answer.

When he feels you kiss back without any resistance he grins into your lips, understanding that you have surrendered to his challenge.

Jisung

How the random conversation had lead to this you’re unsure. The last you can comprehend is hearing Mark mention a fact he’d recently read in an article about reasons to date your best friend. Everyone had dismissed his statement with a laugh or teasing remark, except for Jisung who had taken it in silently.

That was almost a week ago now and while it was mostly forgotten by everyone, Jisung hadn’t let it go. It’s mostly because he’s had a crush on you for quite a while now and, along with the fact that you have a good friendship, Jisung thinks that Mark’s statement is all the more reason to finally make a move on you.

“I want you to kiss me so bad…” He gulps, whispering breathlessly. “Please…”

This is definitely not what you were expecting him to say when you’d received his message asking you to come over. You had just assumed he wanted to get food or play video games or something, like you usually do. But the second you had stepped through the threshold of his apartment, Jisung had grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into his room where he wasted no time in confessing how he feels.

“Sungie,” He watches the sheepish smirk that slowly makes its way across your lips. “If you want us to kiss then you need to be the one to kiss me…” You’re teasing him, making eye contact with him through your lashes.

So Jisung practically launches at you, his hands grabbing onto your waist as he pulls your body flush against his. He swoops down so his lips can capture yours desperately, smiling into you when he feels your respond immediately.

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cuubism · 8 months

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[[[I fanficced your fanfic, I hope you don't mind 😅 was craving soft/sad cryptid Dream. Feel free to post, delete, modify, ignore, whatever, as you will, it's your universe! And thank you for creating such a compelling one💜]]]

It’s an unremarkable day, meandering into an unremarkable night, when there’s a stiff, solitary knock at the coffee shop door. This, in and of itself, is still unremarkable. That’s how Dream knocks, and Dream comes by almost as many days as he doesn’t; but when Hob goes to let him in, he finds his friend looking— well. Remarkable, in a different way than usual.

Dream looks, in a word, frazzled. In fact, it takes his eyes full, near-comical seconds to focus, before he peers around the empty shop interior. “You are closed?”

“To the public,” Hob assures him, and just in case that isn’t a clear enough answer, he gets a hand on Dream’s elbow and steers him inside and to a clean table. “What can I make you?”

“Nothing,” Dream huffs. “Thank you. There is— a book I must read. I only sought somewhere safe to do so.”

“Okay, well.” Hob smiles. “I’ve got some cleaning up to do down here that should take a while. And if I finish before you do, I’ll come join you. Or we can go up to my flat.”

“Thank you,” Dream repeats. His breathing has calmed, but his eyes have not. He’ll definitely need some cheering up, or calming down— or both— before too long. But for now Hob’s got a shop that needs tidying. And Dream, apparently, has a book that needs reading.

Hob leaves him to it. About half the tables still need wiping-down, not to mention the counters; the syrups need refilling, and tomorrow’s specials menu needs writing, and—

That’s as far as he gets before deciding that he deserves a break and a kiss, thanks. Assuming Dream’s up for that—

—which, it seems, he isn’t.

Sat quietly at the table where Hob left him, Dream is buried in his book’s yellowed pages; tears are streaming silently, though plentifully, down his cheeks.

“Hey.”

Dream’s voice is a croak. “Hob Gadling.”

“Good book?”

It’s a bit of a tease, but Hob’s got a reason for it: if Dream wants the chance to shrug this off, explain that he’s just lost himself in a tearjerker, he deserves that chance. But even as he offers it up, Hob knows it won’t be taken. Dream has not been moved to tender tears by a lovely story; he is properly crying, properly upset.

Hob gentles his voice, squeezes lightly at Dream’s shoulder. “Let me make you some tea.”

“Thank you,” Dream whispers, after a tired pause. His eyes finally move from the text before him; but they sink to the floor, instead of raising to meet Hob’s gaze.

Hob gives another shoulder squeeze, then jogs back to the counter.

Three minutes later he sets before Dream a mug of hot tea and a stack of paper napkins, one of which his friend seizes to wipe his now-dribbling nose. He’s reading again. Hob lets him be.

Hob’s calmer than he might have expected, as the evening progresses. His stomach, sunk at the first sight of Dream’s tears, hasn’t made it back to its proper place yet; and still his mind is steady. Level. Dream needed a safe place; and he came here.

He trusts Hob so much that Hob is starting to trust himself.

When the last of the chores have been completed, Hob settles in the chair opposite Dream. “Finished cleaning,” he tells him, and offers a smile.

“I will leave you.”

“Don’t be daft,” Hob replies, covering Dream’s free hand with his own. “I only wanted to ask if you’d rather stay down here, or go up to the flat? Got stronger stuff than tea up there. And proper tissues, and such.”

(The napkins, which had seemed a good idea at the time, have left the edges of his nostrils red and sore. Combined with his now-puffy eyes, Dream looks a great deal less ethereal than usual— though no less beautiful.)

“Come on,” Hob continues, encircling Dream’s hand now.

“You needn’t worry—”

“You need,” Hob replies, “a drink, and tissues, and maybe a nice blanket.”

Dream blinks. A fresh tear slips free; and he stands.

In his flat, Hob sets Dream up on the sofa, with a blanket across his lap and a glass of whiskey and box of tissues close at hand. Dream reads, and cries, entirely without sound. He’s such a quiet companion, in fact, that Hob must drift off for a while; because when he wakes, Dream has set the book aside, and poured himself a glass of wine from a bottle Hob’s sure wasn’t in his flat.

His eyes are dry now, albeit raw. When he senses Hob stirring, he looks up with a painful expression that's maybe supposed to be a smile.

“Finished your book?” Hob prompts.

“For now.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“No. Thank you. Wine?”

“Sure,” Hob replies, taking the opportunity to come and sit at Dream’s side. Their arms brush, and Dream lets go a shuddering breath.

“I’m tired, Hob.”

“Yeah? Rest a bit. And you know you’re welcome to spend the night.”

“Only welcome?”

“Okay. You know I’d lose my mind if you spent the night. Although truth be told I wonder if you couldn’t use a good cuddle more than anything right now.”

Hob’s not sure if that was the wrong thing to say— or maybe the perfect thing to say— but in that instant fresh tears gather in Dream’s eyes.

“Come here,” Hob murmurs, setting his wine on the coffee table and then plucking Dream’s from his hand and doing the same. “Come here. Let me hold you.”

Contrary to his usual reserve, Dream comes easily, wilting into Hob’s arms the moment they are opened to him. In small, uncertain motions, he snuggles close to cry.

It takes a minute for him to settle. At first he tosses about, leaving wet patches in four or five spots on Hob’s shirt; but eventually he makes himself comfortable. Sets about the business of properly weeping— no longer quite silently— and Hob rubs his back as he sniffles and sighs.

“You’re kinder to me than I deserve,” Dream murmurs, after a while of this. Hob spends another moment formulating his reply.

“Whether or not that’s true from your perspective,” Hob replies, eventually, “it isn’t true from mine. I think you deserve a lot of kindness.”

“I really don’t.” Low as it is, Dream’s voice still cracks. “But I thank you for saying so.”

When his tears seem to have run their course (for the second time), Dream lifts his head and regards Hob fondly. His eyes look all the bluer against the red around their edges. He captures Hob’s lips in a soft kiss, mouth barely open; he tastes like salt and chardonnay.

“Thank you,” Dream whispers, when they part.

“I’m just glad you came over, okay?”

He nods.

“Can I get you anything?” Hob asks, then quickly answers his own question. “I’m going to get you a washcloth. Your eyes look like they hurt.”

Dream does not agree aloud; but when Hob returns and dabs the dampened cloth against his eyes, he groans softly. “That feels good.”

“Yeah? Good. Crying helps. But, fuck, it takes it out of you, dunnit?”

“It— does.”

“Please stay the night,” Hob whispers, and lowers his hand so Dream can open his eyes. “My bed’s lovely. And you can borrow some pyjamas. It just kills me to think of you going and being alone right now.”

“I. Have no desire, to be alone tonight, either.”

“Good,” Hob says again, and presses another kiss to Dream’s lips. “We can do whatever you like. If that’s just cuddling up, hey, I’m all for it.”

The inflammation is beginning to fade, just a touch; but the exhaustion in those blue eyes is only growing. “Can we,” Dream asks, “just go to bed now. And decide in a little while?”

“Of course,” Hob cooes; but before he lets Dream stand he cannot help himself from reaching out and touching his face one more time. He forgoes the washcloth. Smooths the pad of one thumb along Dream’s salt-clumpy lower lashes; and Dream, though tiredly, smiles.

FANFIC OF FANFIC!! :D how delightful! and how flattering!

I love fic-of-fic, inspirations and interconnected fics, it reminds me of something Michael Sheen said once on twitter (I saved it) about fanfic being an infinitely branching tree of stories dreaming itself.

Cryptic book lore... cuddles... the cafe is open only to Dream... perfect 🥰 thank you for sharing it! <3

#i do love when dream's sad #she said sadistically #bookstore cryptid dream #bookstore cryptid dream EXPANDED UNIVERSE #ask #anonymous #dreamling

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A lot of asks under the cut:

I think we figured out that this fandom can’t take criticism of anything, they had a meltdown when people called out a fictional character for being an ass, so I can imagine with them being unable to comprehend that some people do not like their queen.

I don’t understand why the concept of some people not liking other people is so horrifying and impossible to understand.

They’re all public figures, people base their opinions on what they see, some people will be indifferent, some won’t like them, some will like them, some will love them, some will hate them.

Looking for all the excuses right out of the ass why someone would hate them and it’s definitely not the idol’s fault… it is just… it ain’t that deep.

It’s fucking embarrassing honestly.

You will need to be a bit more specific regarding which issues 😅

I don’t know what she was thinking or what MS was thinking and I’m pretty happy that their situation isn’t my problem and I don’t need to go too much into it 😂 What they’re showing the public is painful to watch. We will never know what exactly was going on there but what we see/know isn’t pretty.

She shouldn’t be in the limelight because she hasn’t accomplished anything to deserve it. She isn’t in one anyway, the only people who know about her are people interested in Michael enough to care who he has kids with and find out her name AND then actually care to follow her.

I love that you said “wives” because their fans keep on making AL a wife but MS had her pop two kids out but didn’t pop the question himself.

Throw in a few “ewww” “disgusting” “depraved” “sickos” “sexist” and you’re nearly there 😂

Oh yeah - if this was about a man and a woman and they’d do 5% of what MS/DT do then you’d have articles written about it and everyone talking about it. It’s only automatically a joke because they’re two dudes.

Imagine if a man said “she’s easy to fall in love with” “I love her” “she’s my lover” stared at her lovingly constantly, called her “his partner”, and his other partner would call them “boyfriend/girlfriend”, media would be all over it and nobody would be screaming “disgusting” or a joke.

The biggest irony is that this fandom is supposed to be open minded 😂

She got pregnant at a young age by a stranger and ever since has been living in a bubble where she’s worshipped for existing by her man’s fandom who’s ensuring her she doesn’t need to do anything to be called a queen. The only jobs she scored were sorted out by him. I’m not surprised she’s still a muppet who’s learned nothing and doesn’t want to leave the fantasy bubble tbf.

She’s been obsessively copying GT to the point where I think GT has been smoothly taking the piss out of her partly for it. From “soooo linked” to “throw her a hashtag and see if it sticks” to “oh you have Getty image, here’s a cute selfie my hubby took with your man when he was happy”. Song choices have been funny too.

This fandom went downhill really quick. I scroll my dash maybe once a day and hope to see a few nice arts, scrolling through words. Art gives me the ick sometimes too unfortunately. Every time I read something I don’t even know wtf people are talking about anymore. It has nothing to do with the show.

When S3 comes out I will watch it and never check what anybody else thought about it. People ruined S2 for me and I’m not letting them do the same with S3.

Thank you for still reading this blog :)

Bruh I wish. I fucking wish. But suddenly it won’t apply when he goes all nepo on this show anyway. It’s gonna be spot the relative season.

You’d probably need to ask him this question 😅

They had one night stand, she got knocked up, he sold a lot of what he had and moved to Wales, she wanted to be big shit but the only jobs she scored were sorted out by him, she got pregnant again, she likes to take digs about him and his looks, he started looking miserable as hell with her, he paid her for a photoshoot and had GT do her promo, yet again it flopped, so now she’s suddenly feeding everyone how she totally luvs him (still slips a dig in because she can’t help herself) because heart grows fonder when shit doesn’t work out.

I don’t know why he’s with her. Maybe he’s actually deeply in love with her but decided to show the whole world that he is miserable with her for shits and giggles. Maybe they play up zero chemistry for cameras for some reason. Maybe he loves her so much he never speaks about her but perks up the second “DT” is mentioned and goes off about how much he loves him, how easy he’s to fall in love with, how good he looked in a kilt… Yeah that makes zero fucking sense, doesn’t it 😂

Responsibility I guess.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR #NightGoodOmens talks Michael and David

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shrinkthisviolet · 22 days

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Alternatively an AU where Eowells 'raises' Barry alongside Morgan and they get to grow up as brother and sister (with the world's shittiest dad)

OOOH I LOVE THIS!

Making the case is easy enough for Eowells—Joe assisted in Henry’s prosecution, he shouldn’t get to adopt his son. And Eowells recently lost his wife and has his daughter, baby Morgan. He could use another child to fill the desolate quiet…and he’s more than happy to take in a child whose pain he might somewhat understand. (And ofc he’s a rich white man—that helps too)

Barry is ofc an angry kid at 11. Made angrier by the fact that he couldn’t even be adopted by someone he knows (Joe) but by Eowells. But…baby Morgan is adorable, and Barry finds himself at least coming to adore her, if not her father. Because yeah—Eowells is “Morgan’s father” to him. Barry won’t change his name, won’t call him Dad. But he’ll softly call himself Morgan’s brother, and hold her close like she’s the most important person in the world. Iris (he’s not allowed to interact with her outside of school, but ofc they find their ways) notices and teasingly remarks on it, saying he makes a wonderful big brother

Barry is parentified by the time…well, maybe by the time Morgan is 5. He was a little bit before, but this is when it really starts. He’s 15, old enough to stay at home by himself, so often he and Morgan have the house to themselves. He soothes her nightmares, sings her to sleep…when he turns 16, he’s the one taking her to and from school. It’s tough balancing this and his own life, he’s not cut out for all this by himself…and Tina notices. She asks after Eowells, but he makes excuses (because yeah, by this point, he considers Eowells his dad and even cares about him, even if that love is mixed with resentment for his late hours working). Still, Tina insists, and Barry reluctantly accepts, letting her shoulder some of Morgan’s childrearing. They become a sort of team…and Tina even helps him out from time to time

In this AU, Morgan is much more attached to Barry than to Eowells. She doesn’t think of him as her dad exactly, but…he’s not far off either, and in a lot of ways, he’s at least more parental to her than Eowells. The first time she got scared of thunderstorms, it was Barry who cuddled with her, sang her to sleep, and told her a funny story about thunder and lightning being “show-offs” that made her giggle. It’s Barry who comes to all her choir concerts and karate belt tests with (or without, on occasion—Tina’s still a busy woman) Tina, being the embarrassing big brother who says “that’s my sister!!” and insists on taking a million pictures and teases her just enough to make her roll her eyes but smile anyway (and she, ofc, gives as good as she gets)

It means that she’s also much less conflicted about Eowells. Sure, she loves him, but if it’s Barry’s life on the line? He’s always been there, Eowells hasn’t. It’s an easy choice to make. She’ll always choose her brother. She even changes her surname to his—although she’s now Tina’s legal child, she’s always been Barry’s baby sister before anything else.

Admittedly, parts of this AU overlap with what I have planned for the Childhood Friends AU (you’ll notice there are some chunks I didn’t address in these headcanons, and that’s because they’d be spoilers for some CF AU plot points 😅), which is…really the only reason I’d hesitate to write it. And yet…👀👀

Also, to anyone else reading this, @fezwearingjellybananas (the wonderful sender of this ask) did sorta write this premise in their amazing Speedster Siblings series (with the addition of Wally, and it’s Jesse rather than Morgan so she’s a speedster). I highly recommend it!

send me an au and i’ll share 5+ headcanons about it!

Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed):

@arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @raith-way @vexic929 @ironverseocs @thechaoticfanartist @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce @starstruckpurpledragon @angst-is-love-angst-is-life

#no lavi you do NOT need more wips #daddy issues au #au headcanon ask game #brotp: i know my hero #oc: morgan wells #barry allen #morgan wells au what-ifs #the flash

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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Heyyyyy :) I've got an idea for a one-shot that you could write~ (you don't have to write it if you don't want to, no pressure😅) I'd just love to see the moon boys be worried and bring food to the London Sanctum while the reader is too busy to go out, and the boys get entirely fascinated by the magical artifacts in there (maybe steven is geeking out 🤣) and they secretly love watching the reader do their magic spells.🤭

Delivery

relationships: moon boys x avenger!witch!reader [gn]

word count: 0.7k

warnings: reader skips meals because they're busy, protective moon boys, nerd steven, using food as a love language, nsfw joke (reader moans when eating lmao)

a/n: introducing a new character ;) i focused mostly on the food part and less on the magic so i hope you still like it, conejito = bunny, cariño = dear

chaos in us masterlist

Marc wonders if this is a good idea.

You guys aren’t even dating but here he is at your door. He hasn’t even known you for that long but fuck it, he misses you but he doesn’t know how to say that so he hopes your favorite meal will get the message across.

You have been very busy lately, spending all your time at the sanctum. Normally you were free to leave during the day, relying on multiple security measures and your powers to alert you if anything were to go wrong, but an evil sorcerer on the loose means you have to be extra cautious. You’ve been going to New York a lot lately to discuss the issue with other Avengers.

He cautiously knocks on the large door, eyes widening when it opens by itself. “So, you’re the boyfriends?” A feminine voice, that definitely isn’t yours, asks. He almost drops your food. He doesn’t see anyone inside.

“Hello? Are you one of Y/N’s friends?” He asks hesitantly.

“Kind of. I’m Cheeky Home Assistant Reliable Multipurpose, or Charm. I’m an AI that helps run the sanctum and assists Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you, Marc.”

He freezes, not knowing how to respond to that. Meanwhile Steven is geeking out in the headspace. “Oh, uh, that’s nice.”

“Y/N is in the library, although they have some gifts for you in the kitchen.”

Marc is about to ask for directions when you’re suddenly materializing in front of him. You look adorably domestic in a cheesy ‘I heart NY’ tee shirt and sweatpants. “Isn’t this a nice surprise?” You smile tiredly.

Marc fiddles with the takeaway bag. “Sorry for just dropping by. I tried calling but I know you’ve been busy.” He shrugs dismissively, like this isn’t incredibly thoughtful. “I don’t know if you’ve had dinner yet but I was on my way home and I was going past that place you like so I decided to get you something.”

You cross the distance between you two, pressing a sweet kiss against his mouth. “Thank you honey. I’m starving.” You stroke his cheekbones fondly as Steven fronts. “Hi love. How come you never told me about Charm?”

You smile at his excitement. “I’m sorry darling. I’m so used to her, sometimes I forget that most people don’t have an AI. She was a gift from Tony.”

You start pulling him through the Sanctum. He doesn’t even ask where you’re going, too entranced by his surroundings. The fact that you didn’t teleport where you wanted to go tells him how drained you really are. “Don’t touch anything,” you warn without turning around.

“I wasn’t-”

“You were thinking about it.”

He shuts his mouth. You come to a stop in a large, modern kitchen. “I think food might be our love language,” you joke. That’s when he notices the pile of American snacks not available in the UK.

“Goldfish!” He gasps, putting your food on the counter to grab the crackers. “And snack cakes!” You smile at his reaction. You take a seat, using your powers to pull your dinner towards you. “Marc and Jake have some drinks in the fridge.”

“Ooh, I’ve never tried these,” Steven observes, looking at the unfamiliar sodas. He doesn’t even react as a beverage flies over his shoulder to rest in your hand. He’s becoming pretty accustomed to your magic by now. “Hey, these are mine,” Jake warns his alter, grabbing one of the cans of Dr. Pepper.

“Play nice, boys,” you advise, only half joking. You dig into your takeaway with an almost pornographic moan. Jake’s face reddens but you’re too busy eating to notice. “Are you sure you aren’t the telepath in this relationship? I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

He looks at you in concern. “Have you eaten anything today?”

“I conjured some protein shakes.”

“Aren’t you the one who told me conjured food barely has any nutritional value because it’s made with magic.”

“That, uh, must’ve been another witch who told you that.”

He looks at you unimpressed. “You need to take care of yourself, conejito. How are you gonna save the world with no energy?”

“I know, I know. It won’t happen again. Promise.”

“Good. If it does I’ll have to withhold kisses.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me, cariño.”

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #chaos in us #moon boys

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schumipng · 4 months

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My mother’s rating of the current F1 grid: Part 1

Side notes before starting: I’ll be paraphrasing a lot on the comments, but it has the general idea. I did take notes when we were talking!

Some of her comments will be translated by me since she speaks Tagalog and my Tagalog is a little.. eh. I’ll try to be as accurate as possible though!

My comments will be Pink and hers will be Bold White

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Charles Leclerc:

Mother’s official rating: 7/10

Comments:

“Looks like he hasn’t ate yet.”

“Are you calling him skinny??”

“Yes. And he looks like he’s sad on the inside.”

Euvi side comments: I personally disagree with an atrocious 7/10 for Charles. If only i showed her a picture of him shirtless.. 🤔

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Logan Sargeant:

Mother’s official rating: 9/10

Comments:

“Very handsome. Looks like prince charming from Cinderella.”

“So why a 9/10 for Logan?”

“Cause i saw that he crashes a lot.”

“What?? You said that you don’t even like the sport!”

“I have eyes Euvi.” refuses to elaborate further.

Euvi side comments: No comment from this one for me.

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George Russell:

Mother’s official rating: 7/10

comments:

“He looks like the other guy!” referring to Charles

“What? No! They’re different people.”

“No way! Why do they all look the same?”

“Cause they’re European!”

Euvi side comments: Yeah, i don’t really know what went in my mind when i said that.. 😅

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Lando Norris:

Mother’s official rating: 8/10

comments:

“Look at his eyes!”

“They’re nice aren’t they? So why do you like him?”

“Cause he has a cleft chin!”

Euvi side comments: So i did some research and apparently a clef chin is someone that has a dimple on someone’s chin and i’ve never noticed that on Lando before 😭

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Sergio “Checo” Perez:

Mother’s official rating: 10/10

“Now this one i like!”

“Oh?? Why?”

“He looks like Tom Cruise!”

Euvi side comments: Now that my mother pointed that out, i can’t stop seeing it. Out of all the people i showed her, she (obviously) gave out a 10/10 for someone who resembles her, quite frankly, crush since she was a teenager.

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Some quick notes: I plan to do this for the current gird aaaaand maybe some of the older grid too, so leave some suggestions of other drivers that i should show her! Since her work is demanding, i’ll probably post the next part next week or so when she’s free. :))

📸: All pictures are from Pinterest!

#first post of 2024!!#formula 1 #f1 #current f1 grid #formula one #mother reviews #charles leclerc #logan sargeant #george russell #lando norris #sergio perez #scuderia ferrari #williams racing #mercedes amg pertronas f1 team #mclaren formula 1 #redbull racing

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simonxriley · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

I was tagged by the wonderful @cloudofbutterflies92, thank you! 💜

Taglist (opt in/out) @playstationmademe @nightbloodbix @r6shippingdelivery @alexxmason @cassietrn @captmactavish @carlosoliveiraa @voidika @shegetsburned @chloekistune @leviiackrman @statichvm @killerspinal @illmetbymoonlight @inafieldofdaisies @dickytwister @theelderhazelnut @collinnmckinley @carrionsflower

Same thing as before, since it's the only thing I've been working on. This is also a longer snippet because it was too good to pass up 😅

She nodded her head and laughed. The annoyed part was spot on, because she was annoyed with him trying to pry into her life. “To be fair, he deserved it.”

“Why am I not surprised you already punched someone.” He scoffed. “You always chose violence first.”

Her hand gripping the fork, gripped harder, turning her knuckled white. If it wasn’t made from metal she would’ve snapped it from the force she was putting on it. She was hoping she could go the remainder of the two days she had left here, without running into her brother.

“Why the fuck do you even care, David?”

Simon looked over at her, seeing a look of anger and rage in her eyes. It made her light brown eyes become a lot darker, like nothing was there. He reached out his hand and placed it on top of hers. That seemed to have snapped her back to reality because her eyes went back to normal.

“I don’t, I just think your new squad should know exactly who you are.”

“And who am I exactly?”

“Holy shit kid, you’re still on the whole ‘your sister got reassigned to the one-four-one and not you’?” Rorke scoffed and walked over to their table. “Leave her alone or you’ll be working with another squad.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hesh left after that and she was trying to stifle a laugh. She turned her head to look over at Rorke, a small smile on her face. “Thank you for that.”

“I know that look and I didn’t want you to launch yourself over the table to pummel him.”

“You’re no fun.”

“And you’re still not fully recovered.”

She shut up after that and huffed. She just wanted to punch her brother, really hard, that was all. Nothing more.

“What did she do now?”

Liz’s arm flew up in the air as she heard Logan closing in on them. “I didn’t do anything.”

Rorke gave her a glare as he turned to look at him. “She was about to hit your brother.”

“Oh, you should’ve let her.”

“Don’t encourage her, Logan.”

“Hey, you’re lucky she hasn’t shot him yet.”

She looked over at Rorke and gestured at him. But her face was saying ‘see, it could be worse’. “He does have a point.”

He shook his head and started to walk off. “You Walker siblings are gonna be the death of me.”

They both laughed as he walked away, glancing over at Simon she could see a small smile on his face.

She turned her attention back to Simon, softly sighing. “I should thank you as well. If you didn’t touch my hand things would’ve escalated.”

“Only here to help, love!”

The smile on her face faded when she realized that her breakfast became cold. She was looking forward to having some bacon as well, but now it was ruined because of her brother. He just had to open his mouth. Though she could learn how to keep her anger in check.

“Oh, can we not tell the Captain about this? Please.”

“Your secret's safe with me.” Simon laughed, taking a sip of his coffee after. “Besides it’s not like you did anything, just exchanged words.”

“Yeah, good point.” She grabbed the cup of fruit she had and popped a strawberry into her mouth as Logan sat down next to her. “Though it would be funny to see the look on the Captain’s face if you did tell him.”

“He’d probably just roll his eyes and sigh heavily or he might give you some kind of punishment.”

She just nodded her head, getting some kind of punishment was something she was very used to. Well, in the sexual manner that is. If it was work related Rorke would always give her a warning, that was about it.

“What’s the worst he could do?” asked Logan

“Hmm.” Simon went quiet for a moment, thinking of the answer to his question. “I don’t know, he’s never really had to punish people before.”

Logan turned his attention back to his sister who was in the middle of chewing on a strawberry. “Well, then apologize for me for having to deal with my sister.”

“Hey.”

“She’s not that bad.”

“That’s because she’s still in that awkward stage, once that wears off then you’ll see.”

Liz was staring daggers at Logan, if looks could kill he’d be dead ten times over. “I.Will.Murder.You.”

“You keep saying that, but you never do.”

“Shut up.” She chuckled. “You’re not the brother I want to murder.”

“You know murdering people is bad, Liz.” said Simon “We don’t do that.”

“I know.” she mumbled. “Can I imagine myself doing it?”

“As long as you don’t actually do it, I don’t care.”

“Yes, sir.” She chuckled. “So, what do you guys have going on today?”

#have some more sibling banter #and Simon and Liz banter #and Rorke not getting payed enough for dealing with said siblings

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Congrats again, dear Rose!

Can I toss a request - if your muse likes it - for dark 🌑 #1 with Nick?

I’m starting to think this celebration was a mistake because I want to turn everything into a fic 😅

warnings: cursing

600 followers celebration here

Anger is all I feel.

No anger isn’t strong enough.

Disgusted, horrified, sickened, absolutely furious; those are better words for what I feel when look at the sight before me.

My coward of a husband is lying on the ground, crying and begging for his lord as two masked men stand over him. Another has tied me to a chair and stands behind me with his AK 47 lazily slung across his chest.

“Please,” the bastard begs but the bigger of the two laughs and kicks him yet again.

“You had three months to figure your shit out and you knew we’d be coming for you if you didn’t,” he tells my husband who shrinks into an even smaller ball on the floor.

The other masked man hasn’t spoken yet and has stayed off to the side for most of the attack. Occasionally he looks over at me and a shiver races through me.

“Take whatever you want, please. Anything and it’s yours, I swear Lloyd.”

Lloyd, the one who had just kicked him, looks to the other and shrugs before they all take their masks off.

Fuck.

That’s not good.

It’s never good when the bad guys take their masks off.

Lloyd bends down and grabs my husband’s face, forcing him to look at his attacker.

“Anything?” He says with a hint of humor before he cocks his head to me, “what about her?”

The other man narrows his eyes at Lloyd and then looks over at me. We make eye contact and I instantly know that im fucked even more than I thought.

Lloyd is still talking to my husband but I don’t hear anything because the other man is slowly prowling towards me. I sneak a glance to Lloyd and my husband but he catches my chin in a tight grip, “Don’t look at them, why are you looking at them? Look at me. They’re not going to help you.”

“You can have her! Take her, I’ll even divorce her so you can own her,” my husband cries out as if I’ll be his saving grace.

The man before me visibly cringes at his words and pulls out his gun without a looking before shooting him. Lloyd laughs that blood curdling laugh as the man begins to untie me.

He yanks me up by my arm and whispers into my ear, “Don’t think that I did that for you. His voice was fucking annoying and I couldn’t stand to hear it anymore.”

“You coming, Nick?” Lloyd calls to us from the door with a smirk, “or do you want to try out your new toy? See if she’s worth it?”

I look at Nick in fear when he says nothing, neither confirming nor denying. He meets my gaze with a certainty that strikes even more fear into my heart.

“I’ll wait until she’s crawling on her knees and begging for me to fuck her.”

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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Brain going brrrr about mafia lord namjoon again for my 3003939837th time of being an army,

only this namjoon uses his many galaries for money laundering but secretly just loves art for arts sake 🥺 he’s really just a sweetheart who wants nothing to do with the mafia life, he buys art that he thinks is greatly undervalued for twice the price and secretly sponsors his favorite artists. his parents think he’s hopeless, he sneezed over a bag of co*kane the last time that he went to check the families product. and he litterally almost shoots off his own foot any time he has a gun in his hands, he doesn’t drive as much for his own safety as the rest of the family he’s...not cut out for the mafia life to put it bluntly.

he’s not a monster (until you make him one)

his parents are getting onto him to get married, his father has long since stepped down as the head of the family, preferring to split his year vacationing in monaco and macau. But once or twice a year- namjoon’s parents do meet up with him just to make sure that namjoon’s not running the family drug empire into the ground.

it’s usually a painful meeting full of “why are you still living in an apartment and not a house” “you spend too much time on frivolous pursuits, you should take up something” “what, like murder?” “*insert weighty silence here*, but the thing they get on him the most about- is marriage.

namjoon’s never had much luck in the relationship department. hes had a few girlfriends and boyfriends through the years- then a few sugar babies here and there when he got tired of people pretending to only be into him for his money and would rather have that out-front. his parents Gesture to a waitress (our m/c) and say “you can choose any woman namjoon, even that one would do” as if on queue- the m/c spills a drink over a main table, but can’t get more than a simple apology out before the man starts shouting obscenities about does she know who he is and he’ll have her job for this.

namjoon doesn’t like mean people. it’s a pity that he has to deal with them often in his line of work.

So namjoon gets up, walks over to her and litterally punches the man out. ngl- i just love the idea of the waitstaff being all like “😅 we know who you are and we won’t call the cops” meanwhile namjoon’s never thrown a punch in his life, shakes his hand and almost cries. “if you wanted to impress me there are easier ways” are the first words she says to him. hands on her hips. and all of a sudden he feels like a schoolboy under a microscope.

“how much money would I need to give you to walk away with me right now” and she takes one look at his Rolex and decides based off of that that yeah- going home with this businessman who has her boss quieting in with a single look.

It’s kinda love at first sight- or if not first sight- maybe first drink. they quickly find a secondary location- a bar- and get waisted together. it’s not something the m/c’s done since she was young and desperate- getting drunk with Rich men. maybe the world hasn’t been kind to her- maybe she views namjoon only as a wallet but when she confesses it he just- shrugs. “you don’t seem disappointed with me yet- you can stay until you get judgemental. then you’re out”

“whats got you so certain that i’ll find you disappointing?” namjoon’s not used to people praising him and meaning it- or greeting him with such honesty either.

She becomes his paid girlfriend pretty quickly after that, maybe she never goes back to her apartment only to his, empty and full of art. she tries to sneak out in the morning only namjoon stops her. “i actually have a family lunch today, if you come i’ll make it worth your while”

the while- happens to be a brand new gyvanche dress and a matching pair of heels. namjoon (secretly) only brings her along because he knows with an outsider there- at least his family won’t talk crime and murder- it’s so painfully boring to him.

only…there’s something off about her. Something that reminds him maybe of a cat- or like one of his assassins, something that’s figuring him out subtly piece by peice when she watches him. she’s not judgmental of him for laying in bed all day, or for talking about art too often if anything, she seems almost to prefer it that way.

it doesn’t take her long to figure out that namjoon isn’t just a simple art dealer, that the detail that follows him and eventually her- isn’t just for protection from the paparazzi. But to Namjoon’s surprise, the first time his bodyguard jungkook takes out a would-be assailant, she doesn’t scream or act revolted at the sight of a dead body (namjoon might be soft but he’s also been conditioned for this since birth) simple peers down at it with a cool calculating eye.

The rest of the men are watching, and waiting for her to react, until she lifts her gaze to namjoon and raises a single eyebrow. and then one of namjoon’s men is apologizing and putting his coat down for her so that she can step over it without getting blood on her louis vitton pumps.

it’s okay, she says, “they’re already red-bottoms anyway”

it starts slowly from then, first she expresses an interest in seeing how the family business is run, then she starts to ask specifics about the money laundering and just how deep their connections run it the government as well as insurance about their police protection. the guards and henchmen quickly learn that she’s someone to respect and make happy- even before the boss (happy wife happy life and all that).

Namjoon’s used to having a more hands off approach to the crime side of things- but he wakes up sometimes to the smell of bleach on the air, wanders down to the kitchen to find the kitchen and his wife as ordinary and as in place as possible. (she earned the ring pretty much one month in, it was a fast engagement and an even faster wedding.

but even namjoon had to admit there was quite a-lot of work to be done and more important things to spend money on.

its not until a few months into their marriage that namjoon realizes that the responsibilities and headaches of being the kingpin of the mafia haven’t come to call on him recently. He hasn’t been asked to make an appearance in a while or check the security of any of their bases, and he hasn’t been called on to deal with any moles or unruly employees.

it’s almost as if...someone else has been taking control of them for him, like someones been doing the job he never wanted.

namjoon would be more upset only theres not much to complain about, he gets to walk art galleries every morning and purchase lavish paintings that he wants to have in his home or on his properties. he gets to go to the opera without any dignitaries trying to seek him out and make small talk. he knows that his wife...she must be behind it- but namjoon’s almost relived that she’s taken his job.

At night when they’re lying side by side, namjoon rubs her shoulders and confesses, “you’re a better mob boss than i ever was”

“Don’t sell yourself short joonie- it’s not that you couldn’t be- it’s that you don’t want to be.”

“you say that like becoming a kingpin is the same as becoming a professor- you could get into grad school if you only applied yourself more” namjoon mimics a nasal voice just to hear her laugh.

“okay- you might be right about that one- but at least becoming a queen-pin was less expensive than 5 years of education.”

he’s happy to live his life like he’s unaware that he’s no longer the man in control until one day...she doesn’t get home on time- they’d had plans for their first wedding anniversary- namjoon commissioned an impressionistic portrait of her as a present as well as a very small original art piece because she’s been encouraging him to try and make art of his own.

it’s not until he gets a call that makes his blood run cold. “boss...i think they’ve taken...our other boss”

the thing about namjoon is that he’s not a monster- unless you give him a reason to be one, and taking his wife away from him is certainly a reason to bring out the monster.

he finds her quicker than anyone expects- maybe because she’s charmed his men as much as she’s charmed him- and nothing ever did beat out loyalty like love. he finds her and she’s mostly unharmed, only...her enemy is someone namjoon hasn’t even heard off- even if according to his men they’ve been waging litteral war for the last 4 months.

imagine her saying “i told you he’d come” all weak from pain- maybe drawn up with some chains.

“a dog comes when called” her captor snears, gun shaking, but namjoon’s heart feels as cold as ice as he watches her- his strong beautiful wife in pain because of him, all because he couldn’t step up. she’s right- being a kingpin is all about motivation.

“you say that like i don’t enjoy being hers, if i’m her dog then i’m fucking biting.”

lets just say after that she starts to see him as an equal and namjoon discovers that he might not like being a monster- but he does like being /her/ monster. and the two of them lead side by side and live happily ever after 💜 thats all i’ve got <3

#bts gang au #bts mafia au #bts au #namjoon x reader #bts hurt/comfort #bts fluff #bts fic #namjoon fic #mafia boss! namjoon

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Hello, muffin!

Do you do rare pairs, by any chance? Like, what are your thoughts on a Cassandra Dimitrescu/Ashley Graham relationship? I know it's totally out of left field (I don't think anyone's paired these two together, like ever 🤔), but this crazy pairing is living rent-free in my head rn and giving me brain rot! 😅

In any case, thanks for taking the time to answer.

- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anon

I do! I haven’t heard of Cassandra and Ashley yet, and doubt I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading a work dedicated to them! I do have some thoughts though! :) this got longer than I thought XD

Let’s see!👀

Masterlists

Cassandra’s first contact with Ashley is in the forest on a hunt

After the events of re4, Ashley mentions wishing to become a soldier. I like to imagine she went through with it, inspired by Leon’s actions

It is this that leads her to investigate the village. There have been people missing in the region as of lately

Still, she is unprepared for Cassandra Dimitrescu. She’s faster than any other enemy she has come across

And yet, Cassandra doesn’t strike. She stalks

She is so very curious about the human walking about in the forest, utterly lost on her way to the village

She knows, she’s from the outside world. She smells of it, too. And she bears a gun

A gun, that hasn’t been fired at her yet

Ashley sees no reason to attempt to shoot this woman. Cassandra hasn’t attacked yet, nor will she. She teases, instead

From the first moment on, she’s absolutely obsessed with Ashley. Her smell, her clothing, the strange symbols on them

Her heartbeat, fast around Cassandra. At first because she is on edge. Then, the realises it picking up whenever she crackles from the darkness of the trees

Her new favourite hobby is to tease and annoy her

She likes to swarm around her, to touch her shoulders lightly and make Ashley whirl around

To whisper in her ear and mock her for getting lost

She opts for calling Ashley her “lost little mouse”

In return, to her great surprise, Ashley counters and calls her the “big bad wolf”

Though, she isn’t overly worried about Cassandra. She seems painfully curious, only, and lonely, so much so even Ashley picks up on it

And sadistic, of course. And when she makes her skin prickle with blood, maybe she should remind herself of Cassandra’s obviously murderous nature

But, she doesn’t strike her. Never. Never even attempts to. Cassandra is by far too intrigued by her little bunny

When lycans attack, she comes alive!

To slay them together, it makes her practically crackle with laughter and enthusiasm

Never has she been able to hunt with anybody but her sisters and mother

Ashley, despite her better judgement, finds this raw enthusiasm adorable

Throughout her mission of locating the missing people, Cassandra never leaves her side

She isn’t being particularly helpful, but enjoys the company. And to her surprise, so does Ashley

She checks over her shoulder and slows down whenever Cassandra wanders off to scare animals, and in a way, it has Cassandra feel dumbfolded

No one save for her sisters and mother has made her feel so- appreciated- in their company

Even as the mission is finished and Ashley sends off her findings, she decides to stay

Over the duration of her stay, Cassandra has grown on her, oddly enough

The solitude of the place has. It’s different from the crowded city she’s from. It’s simple, and lovely. No one truly knows her, only Cassandra

And she likes it

Upon staying, Cassandra all too eagerly lures her into the castle

Alcina is…not happy. Cassandra must stop her from starting a fight with her little soldier friend multiple times

In the castle, Ashley enjoys the protection from the brunette. She is unreachable, even to Bela and Daniela. They know not to toy with her lest they want to suffer Cassandra’s wrath

But, in this time especially, possessiveness sets in. Cassandra doesn’t like Ashley talking to her sisters

She wants to be special. She is scared she was only that because of her biology. Now there are two more fly mutants, and it’s rubbing her the wrong way

And still, Ashley stays with her. She is polite with her sisters, but never seeks their attention or time

She is with Cassandra. She joins her hunts, and she tells her of stories from the outside, at last starting to sate Cassandra’s unending curiosity

They spend time together, every day

Despite being granted forced- Alcina will not have this outsider share her daughter’s room her own room, Ashley spends her time nearly exclusively with Cassandra

Their favourite activity is to lounge at the castle’s roof or in the woods after their hunts, and talk

Cassandra likes to have Ashley with her. She likes to lean against her while she tells her of the outside

In time, neither realise when it happened first, Ashley has her head in Cassandra’s lap as she tells her stories. She moves her hands and shares her knowledge of the outside

Speaks of towns and cities, continents and seas, islands and giggles when Cassandra speaks of wanting one of her own

At other times, Cassandra has her head in Ashley’s lap while she talks

In a way, they feel safe around one another. And are loyal to one another

Should a lycan attack, they both immediately have their backs

Cassandra is immediately in front of her precious human. No harm will come to her

In return, Ashley ensures Cassandra gets only the best. She is by no means a fan of killing, but knows it is necessary

Yet, her morals are tested when she presents Cassandra with an animal she’s caught for her, proud and happy to see Cassandra’s wide grin

They grow incredibly close

Cassandra is the one to make the bold first move

After a successful hunt that leaves her and Ashley enthusiastic, full of adrenaline and excitement, she makes her move

With a bloody hand gasping Ashley’s cheek, she brings their lips together

At first, she believes she’s messed up when Ashley pulls away

Yet, instead a low growl and a blush is pulled from her when instead her chin is held and lips are cleaned of blood

After this, she is at last granted the kiss both of them have been waiting for for ages

They kiss and make out for hours, laughing in happiness

At night, Cassandra sneaks into Ashley’s room. They don’t take the next step for a little while, instead opting to take it a little slower on Ashley’s request

But they cuddle

That’s right, big bad, sadistic Cassandra Dimitrescu loves to use her little human as a teddy bear whenever she is in private with them

At night, they cuddle in bed together. Cassandra on top of Ashley, protective and cold on her too warm skin

To Cassandra’s greatest horror and embarrassment, her little human goes to Alcina to ask her permission to court her middle daughter

It’s just one of many times Cassandra drags her to safety. Alcina is fuming at the idea of some human- a soldier no less- taking her daughter from under her nose

It’s Cassandra’s first relationship, too, after all. Flings have happened here and there, but never has the brunette shared her heart with someone before

Yet, she comes around fast once she has calmed down

For what it’s worth, she likes Ashley’s politeness and admires her bravery and consideration to ask her for the courtship of her daughter

Adding to Cassandra’s embarrassment, Alcina announces her permission days later at dinner. Her sisters never stop teasing her about this

In a way, they are perfect opposites at times. A puzzle piece for each other

Ashley is eager to share her stories. Cassandra practically begs to hear. She wants to know all related to Ashley or the outside

Cassandra loves to show off her weapons and trophies. Ashley finds them fascinating and asks questions to each

Ashley, despite her small stature, runs warm ever since her infection. This hasn’t changed even after the vaccine. She’s too warm too fast and it gets overwhelming. Cassandra runs very cold. She likes using Ashley as a heater and teddy bear. In return her skin cools Ashley down

Cassandra loves to tease and annoy Ashley. To fluster her and stalk her like prey. Ashley finds this adorable and sweet. It’s Cassandra’s way of being obsessed with her

From hand holding and kisses, cuddles and light groping it turns to sex

Speaking of, Cassandra is absolutely crazy about the concept of groping and humping over clothing that Ashley has introduced her to

She loves Ashley’s chest, and loves touching it. In return, she knows her little bunny is keen on her thick ass and thighs

She absolutely marks Ashley all over with bites

In return, sometimes she allows her human to place hickeys along her thighs, where no one can see

Ashley is rough with Cassandra when she needs to be. Cassandra is gentle and with her when she must be. They both care about another greatly

They absolutely love how they challenge each other

And speaking of, Ashley is the first to say the L-Word. It takes Cassandra a little longer to say it

One thing is clear: both have fallen hard for one another

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #ashley graham #cassandra dimitrescu x ashley graham #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anon

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