#I have no desire to see random pictures of his face. thanks

[hiddenlife-manager]

Please please please do a carlos (fem receiving) anal in celebration for when he won Singapore

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem Reader

cw... anal, femrecieving, slight dom carlos, vauge relationship, deal, fingering, lube, condom, doggy, pet names, etc...

notepad... Thank you random person crazy he won again should I do a part two in Australia hehe. Totally helped, I wanted to do more dom but i truly can't see carlos being a mean dom. As for Hamilton I have some bdsm ideas. Literally have been obsessed with F1. I want to do something for Ollie Bearman for his debut but honestly not sure just for the idea that you know i write only smut.

You were cheering in the crowd as you saw Carlos take the podium; you were nothing but the happiest. Carlos broke the red bull streak. It was nothing but the most important moment to exist. You took your headphones off and took a deep breath in.

“Vamos.” You could hear him cry out, and eventually he made it back to you, and you were smiling. He was covered in champagne. You handed him a towel and helped him dry. 

“You did absolutely amazing.” You smiled as you brushed aside his wet hair, and he couldn't help but smirk. He grabbed you by the waist and stood there as others took pictures. 

“El hotel ahora...” He whispered in your ear and smiled as you waved to the camera. You kissed his lips for the camera. “Thank you all!” He cheered, and you walked away with a smile and knew what was to come. 

“FUCK!” You cried out as your face was on the pillows, your hands gripping the sheets from the absolute feeling of stretching. You weren’t sure if it was pain or pleasure, but you knew it felt weird. "Carlito, more lube, please.” You called out, and he pulled himself out slowly. He has been stretching you out for hours. 

“Mi amor, you’ll be fine.” He whispered to you lovingly and squirted more lube into your asshole. There, he shoved himself slowly, and he was finally in. A loud moan left you with an abnormal feeling. “Ughhhh.” He let it out, as it was so tight and warm. This is all he has been wanting for months. Not many could guess Carlos Sainz Jr. was into anal. But he could almost never convince his partner until he met you. You told him, believing in him months ago, that if he won again, you would let him. “You promised.” Carlos was cheeky as he said it, and you nodded. 

He began to move slowly in and out of your ass. You held onto the sheets, and your mouth was wide open as you couldn’t mutter moans out but somehow felt so much. You groaned softly as he went in and out, and as he quickened the pace, the groans turned into moans of pleasure. The condom he wore allowed him to slip in and out a bit easier. 

"Carlito, you seem we-” You were trying to taunt him, but he suddenly slapped your ass, causing a cry of pleasure to leave your mouth so loud that the neighbors of the hotel could hear it. You began to drool from the feeling your head pushed down to the mattress, Carlos slapping your ass. It felt like so much, but you loved it. 

“Mhm.” He groaned. You were now a mess. Tears welled from your eyes as you felt so good. Carlos wasn’t just fucking your ass; his thumb slowly snaked to your clit and began to rub slow circles opposite of his quick pace of going in and out of you. 

You wouldn’t know it, but Carlos was going to fuck your ass all night; he didn’t care if his thighs felt weak from cumming constantly or not. He desired this; he was simply so happy you agreed. It was sudden, but he knew that you were also into it. When he was gone, you would send him videos of you stretching your ass out, and he loved the videos. 

“Haa…ugh…aaah” was all you could let out, and right as you did, Carlos' big arms flipped you and raised your legs slightly over your head. You were moaning hard, unsure why it felt so good. He was going in and out and making sure your hold was perfect. He wiped off the drool from your lips and leaned down, kissing you. 

“Princesa mio,” He pulled away and placed his arms on your thigh, plowing your hole, and you didn’t protest; it was as if all thoughts of yours were gone. Eventually he reached his climax, which you could tell as you felt his thighs twitch right against your ass, his moans getting choppier, and the fact that he was getting faster every second. There, you hear him groan for a long time, and he falls onto you. His arms caged you in as you were shaking from the way he would still thrust into you, and there he made you cum, and you cried, holding onto his back as he tried to not fully lay on you.

Breathing could be heard from the two of you, and Carlos finally caught his breath and pulled out of your very tight hole. He smirks and brushes your hair off your face, sweat falling from your forehead. 

“Perdoname mi amor.” He takes his condom off and reaches for a new one after wiping himself with a rag. You nod, wanting him to hold you even tighter. “I won because of you.” You laughed with a low breath. 

“Let's do it every time you are on the podium from now on.” He smirked and grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he squirted more lube.

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[aesthetic-bbyg]

(GIRL)FRIEND LIKE ME ~ MONKEY D. LUFFY

LA!Luffy x fem!genie!reader

in which Luffy stumbles across a seemingly quiet cave, till he trips over a genie lamp, and a flirty genie grants him all his desires

Nattie speaks: Someone needs to take my brain out my head bc these ideas be so random but I have to write or I will go insane

THE GOING MERRY WAS DOCKED at the harbor of a large town, the new place was bustling with people and full of lively music. The positivity of the place was infection, there were dancers roaming the streets kindly smiling, and on each corner was somebody singing for some spare change. The smell spices and food was intoxicating, especially for Luffy as he wandered around with curiosity. Zoro was hanging back to protect the ship, the rest of the crew roamed for supplies and whatever they could afford with the extra berry in there pocket.

Luffy wasn’t sure how he got to the echoey cavern, all he knows is that his sandals were full of sand and the busy town was far behind him. The straw-hat boy walked through the sparkly empty cave, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks letting him know that what his eyes saw were reality. There was golden shimmer gleaming deep within the walls, it looked like constellations on a starry night, if you connected them they may create a zodiac sign.

“Hey is that the big dipp—“ Luffy let out a sudden yelp, foot catching itself against something making him topple over onto the rocky surface. He looked down, seeing a shiny lamp. The engraved gems began to twinkle, blue fog slowly fizzing out the opening before it levitated from the floor. Luffy quickly stood, backing up with his fist up and ready to fight whatever the hell was coming from the possessed thing.

Through all the smoke, a woman’s body takes form, making the lamp fall and clank onto the floor. The woman or thing, stretched and yawned. “Goodness.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and looking around, eyes catching the presence of him. Your new master. You smiled kindly, tipping down your head in respect, picking up the lamp and handing it to him. “Hello, Monkey D. Luffy, thank you for releasing me, what is that you wish?”

The opened and closed his mouth, head titling to the side in utter confusion. “What—how did you—are you—where-“ The clueless boy stumbled over his words as the girl in the blue skirt and dangly gold jewelry giggled.

“C’mon, handsome, use your words, speak up!” You approached him slowly, “Need me to introduce myself? I can do a song, a poem, a speech, a dance, whatever you’d like, you choose.”

“Y-you’re asking me, what you should do?”

“Exactly!” You clasped your hands together enthusiastically, “Now you’re getting it, you’re my master, therefore, you choose what I get to do—but..” you lifted a finger, pointing it sternly at his chest, “no showing private body parts.”

Luffy blushed, face completely red and flushed as his hands coming up defensively, “No, no, I’d never ask you to do that.”

You let out another soft giggle, “I know, I’m only teasing, pretty boy.” You patted his shoulder, walking in a slow circle around him to get a full picture of your new master. “Either way I’d never expose any body parts, not unless..” Luffy glanced over his shoulder as you ran a manicured finger over his exposed shoulders, he caught a glimpse of the smirk on your lips. “You asked nicely.”

“I—I, no, I respect woman and all there body parts.” He said confidently, lowering his gaze as you walked back in front of him, his face embarrassingly flushed. “I even have a girl on my crew, and I totally respect her! She’s the navigator, one of the most important job!” With each word his voice got higher, growing nervous at the close proximity.

You smiled widely, wrapping your arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. “What a gentlemen!” You quickly pulled away, eyes wide in realization, “But, my, where are my manners!” Luffy assumed that you meant the sudden touchiness (which he didn’t mind all that much) but instead you planted a sweet kiss on his warm cheeks. “I am y/n, your genie!”

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” Luffy mumbled out shyly, “What..what exactly is a genie?”

Your brows furrowed, pulling back with a confusiones expression. “You don’t know what a genie is?” The curly-haired boy shook his head in response. “Three wishes? Genie in the lamp? Ringing any bells?”

“Uh, no?”

“Wow.” You placed your hands on your hips, “Well that’s definitely a first, I just thought you were confused because you saw a total genie hottie in your presence but,” you shrugged, walking further into the cave, “I guess that makes sense too.”

Luffy followed after you, jogging to catch up to you. “So are you gonna tell me what a genie is? What was it about wishes?”

“A genie is an powerful being that resides in a lamp until someone, a master, releases them. In return, you get three wishes.” You simply explained, hiking up the mounts of jewels and gold coins. “Trust, that you’ve never had a friend like me…or girlfriend.”

“So I can wish for any three things that I want?” Luffy raised a brow, following behind you, but staring at the expensive treasure with wide eyes, too entranced to hear what mumbled at the end of your sentence.

“Yes, but I can’t make anybody fall in love with you and again, no body parts,” You paused turning back around and looking the boy up and down. “For you…” You trailed off, a flirty smirk on your lips before turning around. “I’ll double it since you’ve been so nice.”

Luffy sucked in a breath, feeling a flutter feeling in his stomach, and his face heating up one more. “Um, and where are we going, Miss Genie?”

You threw your head back in a quiet chuckle, “You know your my master, I should be the one call your mister.” You smirked, turning back to look at him. “Unless your into any other titles, I don’t judge.” Luffy could’ve nearly exploded with the comment you casually threw at him, he was sure that his face could’ve been easily compared to tomato. “And we’re going to find a mirror, it’s been nearly five hundreds years crammed up in that stupid lamp.” You huffed, sliding down a steep pit of gold coins. “Here we are.”

Luffy just watched quietly as you examined yourselves, leaning in close to the reflection to swipe back any loose hairs or adjust your jewelry. You twirled, posing in various ways. “Wait, did you say five hundreds years?”

“Mhmm.” You hummed, “And still looking this good, don’t cha think?”

“Yeah.” The boy nodded, suddenly stopping. “I the least weirdest way possible, again, I totally respect woman and I’m just saying that you are very pretty.”

“I wish every master was like you.” You reached over to leave another kiss on his cheek, “Such a sweet, handsome boy.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled out bashfully, opening his mouth to say something but the nothing ever came out. It wasn’t till he felt the words forcefully spit themselves out. “Iwantyoutojoinmycrew.”

“There it is.” You smiled, “Well, as your genie I follow where ever you go, so consider me joined.”

“Really?” His lips twisted up into a large grin, taking your wrist and guiding back out the cave. “That’s amazing! I can introduce you to everybody, we have an amazing cook and Usopp is an amazing story teller, he’ll keep you entertained when we’re out on the open sea.”

You admired the boy with a smile, hearing his rant about his ship and amazing crew, but truly you were just waiting to get your hands on him. “I know a way you can entertain me when we’re alone.”

“I’m probably not as good as Usopp.” Luffy quipped back before processing your words, “That’s not you meant, huh?”

You gave him a wink, planting a kiss near his lips, making his eyes shift away from your hypnotizing ones. “So, are you ever gonna make your first wish? You got three of ‘em now, you know.”

“I think I’ll keep them for when I really, really need them.” The boy replied. “What even happens when I run out of them?”

“I go back into my lamp.” You nodded over the golden object in his other hand, “It’s my forever home, and I’ll wait until the next master finds me.”

Luffy frowned, “Then I’ll never use my wishes!”

“Already falling in love with me, pretty boy?” You smirked, wrapping your arms around his lightly toned one. “Just can’t get enough of me, can’t you?”

“Well—I mean, your very pretty, and—but that’s not obviously the only factor! You have a great personality, and you’re part of my crew now so we gotta keep you here, cause you important, y’know.”

“Such a lady charmer, master, have any experience any others?” You raised a brow, “Any experience specifically in the bed—“

“Luffy!” Nami shouted, running towards the boy with a relieved expression. “Where the hell have you been? We’ve been calling and looking for you!”

“I was with her!” The boy happily pointed towards the smirking genie that clung onto his arm.

“Luffy here has been busy.” Sanji walked up, hands in his pockets as a teasing grin twisted into his features, his eyes examined the lipstick stained all over Luffy’s face.

“And who this?” Nami questioned with a confused expression.

“I’m y/n.” You replied, “Master Luffy’s genie!”

“Master Luffy?” Usopp questioned with furrowed brows.

“A genie?” Nami muttered in disbelief, “This must be a joke, aren’t genies a complete myth?”

“No, y/n is the real deal, she came out of a lamp and everything!” The boy lifted the shimmering lamp up proudly, showcasing it to the rest of the strawhat crew who looked dumbfounded. Minus Zoro, who always held the unimpressed look on his face. “See.”

“Have you made a wish yet?” Usopp looked at the lamp curiously. Gently he rubbed the stained gold making you sneeze.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled.

“Isn’t, like, magic suppose to come out when you rub a lamp or twenty years of good luck or somethin’?”

“That’s only if I’m inside the lamp, obviously. And that’s a myth, by the way.” You rolled your eyes, “Rubbing it while I’m outside just tickles.”

“It tickles?”

You nodded in confirmation huffing and pouting a bit in a agitated manner, unconsciously leaning closer to Luffy’s side. “Yes, it tickles—stop doing that.” You lightly smacked the boys hand away from the lamp as he continued to fondle with the thing.

“Sorry.” He handed the lamp back to Luffy, who beamed happily.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s celebrate the new member of the crew!” The boy dragged you onto the ship, showing you everything there was to know about the Going Merry, then he showed you his quarters. Very proudly boasting that it was the ‘captains quarters’ specifically.

And so the blonde chef pulled out multiple bottles of rum, commencing the start of a fun night. The crew drank the night away in traditional Pirate fashion, loosening up a bit and cheering in a drunken haze. You fed into there intoxication by showing off your magic and making more bottles of alcohol appear within an instant. They were absolutely entranced by your skills, how powerful your magic truly was, how you’d managed to hypnotize them with a wave of your hand. Luffy watched with beautiful rich, round eyes as you walked up to him, taking the strawhat from his head and digging your arm into as if it held many treasures.

The loud applause and whoops when you pulled out your hand and revealed different objects echoed on the wooden deck. The trick left a tipsy Luffy confused when you handed his empty hat back. After a few more flashy shows, you bowed with a seductive smile, exiting their line of sight and letting them go back to their celebrating. You felt a puff of pride in your chest, giggling softly and turning your head to Lu—where the hell did he go?

Your head twisted around in search of your master, frowning slightly before you caught sight of him atop of the head of the sheep, calmly staring at the dark waves. You sneaked past the crew, silently climbing up the bow and floating in front of him. You revealed your pearly canines in a flirty smirk, tilting your head to the side.

“All alone up here?” You asked softly, swinging your legs on either side ship figurine. “The crew seems to miss you.”

Luffy turned around, noticing how the partying had gone quiet and they’d all fell in a messy pile of bodies, dead asleep. He chuckled softly, eyes remaining on his crew that he cared for far too much, it warmed his chest each time he realized that he was finally a pirate. Maybe not king yet, but at least a Captain. “I think…I’m ready to make my first wish.” His slowly turned back towards you, a small smile on his lips. “All my life I wanted this, the Pirate’s life, and now that I have it, I never want to loose it.” His eyes looked back at his crew once more. “I never want to loose them.”

You scooted closer to the boy, leaning in close with a smile. “Say the words, handsome.”

“I wish,” He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision fall on his chest, “to never loose the people I care the most about.”

You eyes twinkled with a golden shimmer, hands clasping together as a bright ball of light engulfed your body, “As you wish.” You whispered, making the light disappear and a rain of blue, shiny sparkles fall onto the boy. It pricked his skin, but not enough to cause pain, he looked up as you watched him admiringly. The twinkle in your eyes no longer there because of the magic, but simply because you’d grown to adore this infectious boy in a single day. “Do you realize how special you are?”

The boy shook his head, blushing slightly as he realized the close proximity between the two of you. “I’m not special, I’m just Luffy.” You chuckle, placing a warm hand on his cheek and planting a sweet kiss on the other before you waved your hand, making the golden lamp appear on in Luffy’s lap. “Where are you going?”

“To bed.” You replied, a fizzing smoke taking over you as it sucked itself back into lamp, your figure dissolving into the thin air as if you never existed. The boy sighed, taking the time to close his eyes and breath in the salty air. The sting of your kiss on his cheek remained, the ghost of your touch burned his body as he bit his lip harshly.

“I need to sleep.” He muttered to himself, standing up and climbing down from his spot on the sheep’s head, his feet trudged across the ship and into the large cabin where a comfortable bed was stuff in the corner of the room. He placed the lamp on his desk where a variety of maps and papers, including his wanted poster of which he was very proud of, and laid down on the puffy sheets. The straw hat was laid over his face as his eyes shut, a content sigh leaving his lips. His muscle relaxed, his breath begin to slow and deepen as the world faded into black. But the darkness began to test him, revealing the one person that swirled his mind.

You.

He wasn’t sure if you’d poisoned him with your touch, but the hot, prickly sensation of you had spread to the rest of his body like a virus. A trail of goosebumps following the fire that ignited within his veins till he felt a tent form in his suddenly tight shorts. Luffy shoved the hat off his face, stretching his rubbery arm to reach for the lamp that mocked him from across the room. Gently he stroked the sides of the cool metal, making the familiar cloud of smoke appear as you landed right on his lap, straddling his hips with wide eyes. He sat up from his laying position and leaned in close, a bruising grip on your sides. “I need you.”

I’m currently knawing at bars of my enclosure and ripping out all the hairs in my scalp.

PT. 2!

#one piece #one piece live action #my man #one piece show #Monkey D Luffy #Monkey D Luffy x reader #Luffy x reader #Luffy #luffy smut #opla Luffy #opla #one piece imagine #Luffy fic #one piece Luffy #one piece smut #genie

[notjustjavierpena]

Oops, I accidentally sent the request before actually typing it, lol

Here we go again:

The family is away for summer vacation and reader bumps into an old high school boyfriend of hers at the beach while Javi is playing with the kids (making an adorable mess with sand castles), and he sees it at some distance and get super jealous about it, but only get to talk to her about it after dinner when the kids are asleep in their hotel room. Idk, something about that with obviously make up sex for reader to show him how much she’s all his and etc

Random thoughts, I know, but I’m sure you’ll be able to work magic with this

Sand

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: Hi hi hi, and so sorry for the wait. I hope this fulfils your heart’s desires, my friend. Thank you for following my work ❤️

Summary: You bump into your high school sweetheart on holiday and Javier is not a fan.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, jealousy, javi is whipped for reader, dirty talk, piv sex, rough sex, bit of roleplay, creampie, use of papi, possessiveness, aren’t they just the cutest?

Word count: 3.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51262198

Sand

Children’s laughter travels through the air to meet your ears along with the sound of a soft summer breeze, making you put down the book that you’ve been holding in your hands. It’s impossibly sunny hence why you’ve decided to hold up the book, shielding its pages from the rays, and the skin of your back glistens with sweat. There are seagulls in the air, busy noises from families around you, and the therapeutic push and pull of the waves.

Beside you, you have a glass of strawberry lemonade and in front of you, you have a view of your husband enthusiastically digging moats around the various sandcastles that have been scattered across your chosen spot on the beach. You feel refreshed and relaxed; just how you’re supposed to feel on your vacation during the hottest days of summer. 

It had been Javier’s idea to go away for a week to your hometown. You are thankful for his suggestion because you would never have voiced your wish for a break out loud yet he had sensed it despite your silence. 

You’ve visited your parents, yes, but the majority of days have been spent on the beach where you’ve gotten some quality time with yourself. Javier has managed to tire out both of your kids with endless activities, and the evenings have been filled with long, slow kisses on the hotel room balcony. You have hoped for more but a shared hotel room means that you will have to keep everything PG-13.

“Look, Mommy!” 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Inés’ excited shout. She has placed seashells on the biggest of the sandcastles’ walls, making them imitate grand windows. 

“They’re beautiful, baby,” you praise adoringly. 

Lucas is by the shore with a bucket, filling it with water for the moats. He beams at you when he returns, and you smile right back at your beautiful boy. 

“Remind Papá to take a picture of you when you’re finished,” you say loudly for Javier to hear as well. He looks back at you, grinning with genuine joy and happiness but you’re too busy staring at his happy trail just above the hem of his bathing shorts. He notices.

“What’re you looking at?” He winks.

“Nothing,” you say back and shoo him, holding up your book for show, “Go keep an eye on your offspring, Dad. I’m very busy.”

The day continues. You manage to go through a few more chapters, occasionally watching Javier over the top of your book as he is enjoying himself. 

And then it is late afternoon but the sun is nowhere near descending yet. You are interrupted in your reading by a shadow above you, and you don’t manage to catch yourself as you automatically tell Javier off, “Honey. You’re standing right in front of the great big reading lamp in the sky.”

The shadow laughs and then you realize it isn’t your husband. You look up to stare at a familiar face anyhow, and your face grows hot. With quick motions, you put your book down and push yourself to stand.

“Jonathan!” You exclaim in what you hope is a calm and collected voice. You know it is a possibility, being in your hometown, that you run into your high school ex-boyfriend but it still catches you off guard. 

“You mean ‘honey’ right?” Jonathan jokes. You laugh politely and awkwardly, and despite the ring on his finger, Jonathan doesn’t seem to back down. He hugs you, splaying his large palm on your back - right under where your bikini top sits. 

Afterward, he gives you a once over with his eyes, and out of the corner of your eye, you spot Javier glancing in your direction. 

“God, you look well,” Jonathan continues, “Still in Laredo?”

“Still in Laredo,” you confirm, curling your toes into the warm sand. Jonathan looks almost exactly the same; blond, wide-eyed, and pale. He still sports a t-shirt with a print of a ‘70s band logo on the front that you remember him buying when it was cool. 

You realize that you haven’t done anything to make conversation, quickly adding, “And you? You haven’t aged a day.”

“Never escaped, teachin’ at our old school,” he shrugs. He eyes Inés and Lucas but only briefly, turning back to you when he realizes that you are here with a man too. Javier is throwing daggers his way but for once, he has no intention of interrupting which is fair since he would have to leave his children unattended for the time it took to play macho. 

“Course you are,” you smile genuinely. It suits him perfectly to be one of the people who keep the cycle of the quiet town alive, even if it is by simply replacing your old teachers, “And the ring? I couldn’t help but notice that we’re both married.”

Jonathan tells you briefly about his wife and kids. You don’t actually care, but he lights up as he speaks about his two daughters and that’s the most important thing in this whole conversation. He has a dreamy look in his eyes as he finishes, “And to think we thought it would be us.”

By instinct, you reach out to touch his arm and then you giggle softly because the image of the two of you getting old together is absurd. You have everything you need in Javier Peña… Who is fuming without you noticing.

You hug Jonathan goodbye and the rest of the afternoon is suspiciously quiet. 

*

Inés and Lucas fall asleep quickly, exhausted from the amount of fresh air they’ve breathed in today. Outside the sky is turning rose-colored from the evening catching up on you; the sunset will be long and beautiful. But you don’t want beauty with how much tension is between the two of you. 

You are brushing your teeth side-by-side in the hotel bathroom. It’s been a tight-lipped dinner. You honestly just want to go to sleep so you can start over tomorrow. 

Javier finishes brushing his teeth first. He waits for you, looking like someone who is contemplating whether to say something or not.

You finish brushing your own teeth just as he finally makes a decision, off-handedly throwing a remark at you.

“You sure were friendly with Jonathan earlier,” he says simply.

You let out a long sigh, stepping away from the sink after putting away your toothbrush, “Jesus, Javi, I knew this would happen.”

“What?” He leans against the sink.

“You don’t have to act like a fucking… I don’t know. It is every damn time a guy even looks at me - and it’s just not very attractive,” you are exhausted. 

“Excuse me for liking you to myself,” he looks away, “I like having you alone.”

You decide on something at that moment. 

“You already have me. Don’t you know?” You ask in a voice close to a purr. Javier raises a brow in annoyance, but you don’t give in to a fight so easily. Instead, you go to close and lock the bathroom door.

“Know what?” He asks impatiently.

“That you’re the only one?” You watch him standing against the sink counter. He doesn’t look as annoyed after those words but he still isn’t overly impressed with your actions earlier. There’s no way that he doesn’t know what clicking the lock means though. If only he knew the power you have over him, the power that you’re soon to make a display of. 

You cross the room to stand in front of him. You tilt your chin upwards to look up at his face but his eyes stray from yours the second you catch them. He can get so pissy sometimes, a part of the game, but you’ll take the challenge especially when you haven’t had his cock inside of you for a week. At this point, your core aches for him. 

Gently, you put two fingers under his chin and pull it down towards his chest so he is forced to look at you. Your smile is sweet as honey, “Thoughts of you keep me up all night sometimes. Hot and bothered, legs barely knowing what to do.”

There’s a pause where you can only hear his breathing matching yours. His pupils have blown wider, signaling desire for you. 

“What do you think of?” He finally gives in. 

“I think about all the ways you turn me on,” you tap his chin but then let your hand go down. It skims down his bare chest and over each ripple of muscle that quivers with each touch. 

“Yeah?” He murmurs. His eyes flick down between the two of you for less than a second when your hand hovers over his happy trail. The second you catch him doing it, your own eyes follow suit. It’s too hot to wear his usual pajama bottoms, so it’s so easy to spot that he is hard already, showing off the outline of his dick in his gray briefs. There’s a stain of precome. 

“Yeah, baby,” you don’t even hesitate, reaching down to palm the length of him. His breath hitches in his throat the second he is touched, and your voice lowers to a whisper, “All I do is fantasize about you. The way you kiss, the way you touch me, and mmm, the way you fuck me.”

“Mhm,” he hums softly in the way men do when they don’t really know what to say during their current state of mind. You have him scatterbrained with your touch, a moan falling from his lips and replacing the hum when you snake your hand into his underwear, wrapping your fingers around his cock to stroke him lazily. 

“You like this?” You ask but don’t give him time to answer since you tighten your fist around his girth. He forces a nod and you lean up to kiss his lips teasingly soft, “You really think I would ever touch another man like this? There’s no way. No comparison to how you look when I do it.”

“Go on and I might forgive the eyes you were sending him,” he tells you with a hint of edge in his voice. He sounds more desperate than confident, more wanting than he might want to let on. It fills you with self-satisfaction because you know that what you are saying about him goes for you too; you’ve ruined everyone else for each other. 

“I told you I was doing no such thing,” you reply. He pulses in your hand, precome sliding down over your knuckles when you make your fist a tighter fit, reminding him of what waits between your legs. You go a little faster, and Javier’s breathing speeds up. 

“Liar,” he challenges raggedly. 

“As if he could ever make me come as hard as you,” you egg him on, patiently waiting for him to lose control with you, “There’s only you, Papí.”

That seems to do something. Javier yanks your hand away, and you know the strength behind the action because he breathes the same way that he breathes when teetering on the edge of release. He has stopped himself but it’s only to enter your personal space more than you even thought possible.

He grabs at your hips almost violently, steers you backwards a few paces so he can flip the positions. Now, you are the one against the sink counter and it gnaws painfully into the small of your back. There’s an air of consideration for a moment as he checks in on you during the beginning of what can be regarded as playing with each other. You give him a dirty look, a small nod and he smirks back.

“Javi,” you mumble in fake confusion, reaching up to put your hands on his chest but you don’t get to do much because one of Javier’s hands comes up to catch one wrist after the other. It’s so easy for him to do, both because of his job and his physical superiority. 

He twists your hands behind your back and roughly shoves you down over the sink. He lowers his voice as he speaks, “You’re not gonna wake up anyone, are we clear?” 

“We’re clear,” you promise, finding his eyes in the mirror. If he touches you now, he’ll find you wetter than you have been in a long while. What is it about holidays and hotel rooms? Mixed with not having been able to touch each other since you have arrived here, it is a dangerous combination. 

“Te deseo mucho, amor,” he says softly and out of character. 

“I love you,” you reply. 

He dives back into the scenario. His other hand tugs at your cotton shorts, dragging them over the curve of your ass and down your long legs. You step out of them as soon as they lay around your feet. 

“I’m gonna let go,” he says and shakes your hands in his grip to indicate what he is talking about, “But only so you can cover your mouth for me and I can get out of these fucking underpants.”

He does as he said he would. You move to prop yourself up on your elbows, neck already having strained from the mere moments you’ve had to feel the cold porcelain against your chest.

Behind you, there’s shuffling. You cover your mouth as he enters you swiftly, jerking forward at the intrusion that has you panting damply into your palm. He fills you to the brim, stretches your cunt as only he can, and then he fucks you - hard, rough, and fast.

Your head spins, your knees bang against the cabinet’s front, and you try to strain the muscles in your legs so they don’t. He knows the ticking bomb that is your children sleeping soundly in the room next door, but he cannot help himself as he drives into you. He leans over you. 

“No one but me,” he growls lowly, “This little cunt belongs to no one else. She gets red and puffy for me, no? Filled up with only my come.”

“Sí,” you practically sing out but then quickly cover your mouth. He gets rougher with you then, each snap of his hips a reminder of how only he can make you feel like this. He is getting exactly what he wants, and he has you a moaning mess soon after. 

Your first orgasm tears through you after a rough pounding of your g-spot, sending shockwaves down your spine to burn at the base and throwing your upper body forward with such a force that you nearly lose touch with the floor, standing only on your toes as you clamp rhythmically down on Javier’s cock.

“That’s it,” he praises quietly, not relenting, “You can do one more, can’t you? Gotta remind you who makes you feel this good.” 

You nod through sobs. More, more, more.

Suddenly, he leaves you empty. The feeling has you on edge, makes you look at him over your shoulder because gaining eye contact in the mirror is somehow not good enough for the look of betrayal you want to give him. He takes a step back from you whilst panting frantically, gesturing to you by drawing a circle in the air, “Turn around.”

You straighten without thinking and flip around, so you are positioned as you were at the beginning of this. He seizes your hips, hands going down your thighs to grab at them and lift you up onto the edge of the counter. 

Your hand clasps around the back of his neck. He lifts your legs up to settle them around his waist, and then he guides himself back into you and continues fucking you with a force that has you lifting your free hand up behind you to brace yourself against the mirror. 

“Javi,” you whimper repeatedly, clutching at the curls at the base of his skull. He had wanted to cut it before summer came, but you are so glad that he did not. 

“Shh,” he soothes your growing cries and you know that he’ll make you come again soon, “Be quiet for me, baby.”

You don’t think he is quiet enough himself to demand such a thing from you. His stamina has always impressed you, but it’s the sound of his breaths that tears your own from your chest. Alongside the hungry eyes that bore into you, you don’t think that it’ll take long for this to reach its peak for both of you.

“I can’t,” you stutter a little more high-pitched than you intended.

“You have to,” he says with a hint of sternness but he cannot keep it up. Especially not, when he has to take the consequences of reaching down between your legs to thumb at your clit. 

You come so fast that you don’t even have time to warn him, and you cry. So loudly that he needs to kiss you to swallow the sound of you reaching your second, over-sensitive high. 

You throw your arms around him as he chases his own peak, whimpering at the hard thrusts he is giving you to reach his end. You hear him let out a drawn-out fuuuck as he spills inside of you. He pulses, settling deep inside you. He kisses you lazily. 

Everything goes quiet except for your shared breathing. You want to say something to finish the argument that almost never took place but a knock is heard on the locked bathroom door.

You freeze. Javier pulls out of you. The bathroom counter is a mess. 

“Mommy?” Inés’ little voice sounds anxious. You figure that it’s far from nice to find your parents’ bed empty on holiday.

“Just a second,” you say with a weak voice. 

“We’ll be right there, mí vida,” Javier says as well.

“What are you doing? Why is Mommy crying?” You hear her ask and Javier’s face twists in surprise for a moment before he starts laughing, burying his head in your neck as he holds you close. You slap his shoulder. 

“I’m not crying, baby,” you reassure. With a glare that’s anything but actually angry, you push Javier away from you to get cleaned up. 

“I have to pee,” Inés continues with a hesitant tone to her voice. 

Javier kisses you one last time, and you draw it out for a few more seconds than you have time for. It’s still romantic despite you holding a hotel towel between your legs. 

“One moment, mija,” Javier says and gets dressed in his briefs. He waits for you to dress too.

When you walk towards the door, he smacks your ass and you whip around to slap his hand away. There’s a grin on your face though, “Dog.”

“Go to bed, I’ll take her,” he just says.

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[yandere-sins]

alright, hit us with sum yandere!ghost please! can't wait to see what you'll do with him, i always pictured him as a scary possessive when it comes to the person he loves considering his shit past so i look forward to see what you'll do

I think you are on the right path, my friend! Would have put him into the possessive category as well :D I made some random HCs, thank you for requesting, enjoy!

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♡ Ghost needs physical touch. It's not just a huge want or desire, it's how he assures himself that everything is okay and nothing is wrong. If he can't at least have the simplest form of touch by pushing his chest in your back as if he was docking onto you, he will get agitated and irritable, putting missions at risk as he loses the composure he's known for. He needs to have you close to keep his thoughts focused and his mind at ease. For Ghost, there's comfort in protecting you. Now that he finally has someone to protect, he goes to all the lengths to do so. If he has to leave you, he wants to have you near for as long as possible before he locks you away. It leads to a few interesting times where you are asked to stop being selfish and just appease him for the sake of putting him in a better mood. 

♡ The reason he needs to feel you so much is to reassure himself you're alive and well. He puts himself between you and the door at night to shield you in case there's an intruder, and he keeps you no farther than an arm's length from him for the very same reason. If you hate it, that's a problem, but maybe you can learn to live with it when you realize how tame he becomes if you allow him the pleasure. Let him show you how much he adores you, gently, calmly for once, since the moment you stop, he'll go back to being the hard, unyielding bastard you know. 

♡ Because he loves you in his lap or lying on top of him until you fall asleep. He loves pressing his fingers into your body as if you were a stress-relieve toy, though when you squirm, he'll use his nails to scrape at you as a warning, nipping away until you force yourself to calm down. Be good and face him if you want Ghost to spoil you with his attention. He's very willing to listen and give you what you ask for while you straddle his thighs, let him nuzzle his face against yours through the mask, and put on your sweetest voice to talk to him. He'll be pudding in your hands if you cup his face, even brush your fingertips under his mask, skimming them over his skin until you hear him practically purr, his chest rumbling against yours in delight. It's the only way you can convince him to comply with your every wish (unless they are unreasonable, like leaving you alone). You have to take your chances when you can and need him to hear you out and listen to what you need to tell him. After all, his time and attention are limited by his own need for you.

♡ He lets very few people near you, and only if he must, but sometimes, on big missions, it's necessary. You have to enjoy the small conversations you're allowed to have, even though he reminds you constantly that he's right there with you. His fingers ghosting over your wrists or the back of your neck, ready to grab you at all times, him taking off his gloves to comb through your hair or tugging your shirt back whenever you get a bit too excited in conversation and inch away from him. You'll probably never understand why no one tries to help you even though this isn't normal, but unfortunately, the people you are allowed to talk to have bonds with Ghost that are more important to them than whatever he's doing with you.

♡ However, if not for an emergency, if anyone reaches out towards you with questionable intentions, Ghost will snatch their hand, squeezing so hard they can feel their bones crumble in his grip while Simon reminds them to never fucking touch you. It doesn't matter who it is, friend or foe, he will go ballistic if they are after you. You are the one thing he sees red for, and no one wants to be on his bad side, not even you. Any outside interactions are ruined by such an outburst, but you wouldn't dare to argue with Simon about his behavior, knowing exactly how damaging his hands can be. You've been through it all in your rebellious stage and had the fractures to prove it. If he learns that you'd defend anyone else but yourself or Ghost, it won't end well for you and the person you're trying to help. It's better to appease him and stay on his good side, even for you. 

♡ He shares all his meals with you. You don't get your own plate. You get his plate. His fork, his spoon, but not his knife. Not because you would hurt yourself with it, no. He's just pretty sure that if you were to stab him, he'd be too excited to get his wounds treated and doesn't want an infection. So, instead, he cuts everything into mouth-sized portions for you. Kind, isn't he? The only good thing is that aside from force-feeding you if you refuse to eat at all, you can eat anything on his plate at the pace you want. He won't force you to have things you dislike (though usually, his meals are somewhat bland). Simon will, however, bump his shoulder into yours if you don't share with him, growing more and more demanding the longer you ignore him. He eats your leftovers, but he'd much rather have you feed him, moving his mask out of the way so you can put it in his mouth while he keeps your wrist steady because he knows you like to tease him (read as "stab him with the fork"). 

♡ Usually, Simon doesn't punish you. He puts you in your place and reminds you that running, hiding, or fooling him won't work. If you assure him you understand, he won't pursue any harmful punishments. He might force you to kiss him or get on his lap and be quiet now, but aside from his possessive grip on you, bad behavior won't have many repercussions. However, if you really need to be punished, hopefully, you are prepared to barely survive. He knows what is punishment and what is torture, but if you anger him too much, he won't see the fine line anymore, and he has the tools to break you if he must. Neither you nor he will be happy because of it, but it does make you think twice next time if you want to push him too far. At least he knows how to patch you up afterward, but it will still hurt so much, making you wish you were dead.

♡ You're no longer [your name]. You are an endearing, sickeningly sweet, and occasionally demeaning array of nicknames. You'll find Simon to be quite creative despite him also using the more socially accepted nicknames for you like Darling, Babe, Love, Hon, and Dear. Depending on his mood, he might also slide into teasingly inappropriate ones like Slut, Whore, Fun time person, and "Someone forgot their place again, hm?" If you displease him, he becomes less pleasant, every one of his names having the sharpness of a warning edged into them, a threatening rumble in his chest as he calls you out for misbehaving. Simon will, however, stare at you for a long time if you call him anything else but his name or Ghost. He just... stares, never responds. It tickles something in him, but he can't quite place it. Refrain from feeding into any complex he might have, though. Call him God (accidentally, jokingly, or fucked well) once, and you'll never hear the end of it for the rest of your life. He's your God, alright. Ghost will soak in that knowledge forever.

♡ His array of British and military nicknames has another surprise, mainly when he calls you some random weapon's name. When you ask him why he'd call you that, Simon explains how he shot someone straight in the head with the named gun. It reminded him of you. (Apparently, you have the same effect on him. You're killing him. Blow his mind. Looking at you is sending him to heaven. You get the drill, puns intended.) He'll never tire of calling you a bomb, and he even makes flirtatious jokes at times which are just too macabre to not chuckle awkwardly about them, especially when he tells them to you matter-of-factly. But hey, hearing you laugh positively makes his day and puts him in a great mood. He calls you out for collecting brownie points with him on purpose before he picks you up to get a reward for making you laugh, locking doors behind him so he can thoroughly enjoy you and create more lovely sounds from both your mouths.

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[pablitogavii]

Hey! Can I please request a gavi x fem! childhoodbestfriend!reader where she gets cheated on, and has locked herself in her bathroom, crying and broken as she thinks its all her fault. Her fem!bestfriend who was with her at the bar when she saw her bf cheat calls gavi because she knows she will listen to him? The girl bsf leaves them two, and its just cute door to door fluff of him trying to get her to open the door? She eventually comes out and he wipes her tears, compliments and reassures her it wasnt her fault, and helps her freshen up? He has loved her for a while but just hasnt done anything about it. He doesnt tell her that he loves her but his heart breaks for her. Thank you!

What you deserve

"Hola? Who is this?" Pablo asked groggily haven been woken up by your friend who quickly introduced herself and told him about what happened.

"She locked herself in the bathroom and doesn't want to come put..I don't know what to do and I know you're her closest friend.." she explained not having to say anymore since Pablo was already on his feet getting ready.

When you saw the message and the picture of your boyfriend kissing some random blond at the bar, your whole world fell into pieces. Your friend was at the same place and took the picture as proof and saying that he said you were way "too innocent" and "boring" to that girl before taking her to the room above.

"HIjo de puta! How did I trust him!? " you talked to yourself while tears were flooding your face when suddenly loud knocks snapped you back into reality.

"Preciosa? It's Pablo..please, open the door for me?" his voice was quiet and gentle and suddenly you felt even worse knowing that you have loved him for so long and now he sees you like this. You never thoughts you had a chance with him, especially with the newly acquired fame, and that's why you settled for another man. What a mistake!

"No.." you whisper back really not wanting him to see you like this. You mascara was all over your face and your hair was splattered everywhere.

"Just open amiga!" her voice was heard and you got annoyed that she was even there. You didn't care if Pablo was here (you wanted him here) but you already told her to leave several times!

"Just leave me alone!" you yelled this time hearing Pablo asking her to leave calmly and then doors closed signaling that she was no longer there.

"She's gone preciosa..it's just us. Wanna tell me everything?" he said sitting against the door so that your backs were on either side.

"He cheated Pabs..he cheated on me" you finally say it feeling even worse when those words left your lips. Suddenly, it all became real.

"I know preciosa..but he is an idiot who lost something special..something someone else desires so badly and can't have it" Pablo spoke while you cried thinking all of this is your fault. Maybe you were too innocent, maybe you should have slept with him?

"It's my fault.." you say and that broke Pablo's heart to hear.

"No it's not! You are a perfect girlfriend..all every guy is looking for but not every guy deserves.." he spoke but none of those words were getting to you in that moment. You felt so betrayed and alone.

"I should have listened to you.." you add remembering the way Pablo reacted when you told him about your relationship. You two even had an argument because he wouldn't approve and always said that guy was a sleaze bag.

"Ah preciosa..I didn't say it because I knew..I said it because I was selfish" and those words made you think wondering what he meant.

"W..what?" you were sniffling hearing Pablo sigh

"I didn't want you with him because I was jealous..I didn't want to share you" he admitted and your cheeks blushed wondering if he meant it like he wanted you for himself as more than just a friend?

"Um..Pablo?" you say

"Yes, preciosa?" he answered

"Um..you can come in..if you want?" you say unlocking the door and moving a little and he quickly opened sitting besides you and immediately placing his arm behind your shoulder and pulling you closer.

"Oof you look a bit rough preciosa" he chuckled and you blushed nodding your head and looking down in embarrassment but he was quick to bring a wet towel and start cleaning mascara from your face.

"That's better! You were a real cute raccoon, you know?" he said smiling and that made me smile at least a little bit.

"How about we get off that cold floor and go to the couch instead huh? I can make that special coco you like so much??" he offers and you take his hand standing up and feeling a bit dizzy but he was right there to hold you and help you to the couch.

When he placed a blanket on top of you and got you the coco, you already felt ten times better. You were still wondering what he meant previously tho..you just had to ask him about it now!

"P..Pabs?" you say and he turns towards you taking the cup and putting it on the table.

"Yes, preciosa? You need something else?" he says and you give him a kind smile shaking your head.

"Um..what did you mean when you said you didn't want to share me?" you ask with red cheeks noticing that he took his time before answering.

"It's..not the night to talk about it" he says but seeing his eyes in that moment you knew you both felt the same..you felt excited now.

"Please! Tell me so I don't have to think about what happened tonight??? P..pleaseeee!" you gave him your best puppy look and he sighed about to talk when loud knocks on your front door interrupted you both. It was almost midnight..there was only one person who would come now. Shit!

"He's here.." you say flinching a little but Pablo was already on his feet ordering you to sit there and let him handle it.

"Amor please open up! She didn't mean anything to me! You're everything I want!" his pleas were echoing the hallway and you knew those were all empty words and lies.

Pablo opened the door clearly agitated the moment he got face to face with you now ex boyfriend.

"Get the fuck out of here ímbecil!" Pablo's words were sharp and that mixed with your ex being drunk led to punches being thrown and you begging them to stop.

Suddenly, you were holding onto Pablo's waist pulling him back and crying into his shirt.

"Please Pablo..please for me! I'm done with him!" you said and that made him finally calm down and throw you ex out before locking the door.

"Díos mio! You're bleeding! Your eye!" you quickly rushed him to sit down and grabbed the first aid kit while he caught his breath finally calming down completely.

"I'm fine preciosa..how are you?" he said while you tried cleaning his wound before it gets infected but he kept moving around wincing in pain.

"You're not fine! You're bleeding! Let me help you, damn it!" you were straddling his lap now without even realizing it and that made him freeze in place fighting an urge to groan.

"There, that's much better! We'll change the bandage later..." you say looking at his face wondering why was he quiet all of the sudden.

"Um..preciosa?" his voice sounded different too like it was suddenly lower and you wondered what was wrong. You waited for him to speak.

"Ugh..if you're done..could you..um..get off my lap?" he said and then you realized where you were your bum moving against him and quickly getting off with a completely red face.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry Pabs! Um..I was just trying to help and I didn't realize.." you were mumbling but he interrupted you quickly.

"It's alright preciosa. Thank you for helping me..I just didn't want to react inappropriately "he says looking down at his lap and you realized what he meant. You remembered now the conversation that was interrupted by your ex.

"You were jealous when I got a boyfriend..you don't want to share me..and you get turned on when I sit on your lap? Pabs..I want you to be honest with me now" you say moving closer and his jaw clenches while he looked into your eyes.

"Maybe tonight is the bad time.." he said but you were done waiting and constantly pondering with the same question in your head.

"Do you love me Pablo?" you say straight up feeling nervous but knowing that you deserved to know the answer.

"I love you mi amor! I loved you for so long..and I always knew that you were meant to be mine..I just never did anything" he said and you smiled feeling your heart exploding when you heard his say it finally.

"Why not?" you moved even closer desperately wanting to be near him again and he welcomed it.

"Because I didn't think that I deserved you...but now I know that I am the only man that deserves you..the only one capable of loving you right..and making you happy..you're mine preciosa" his hand held your face and suddenly your lips were touching exploding in passion and longing.

It never felt like this with your ex..or with anybody else..kissing Pablo felt like peace..like you finally found the right person. You were sitting there kissing for few minutes until an idea popped into your head and you pulled away.

"N..no..more besitos!" Pablo said and you chuckled nodding your head but still not giving in.

"So..um..can I get back on your lap now cariño??" you smirk and he does as well grabbing your thighs and pulling them on top of him before your lips met again.

"I love you amorcito.." Pablo whispered into the kisses and your hands caressed his hair while you were kissing him back.

"I love you too Pabs..' you said realizing that for the new story to start the old one has to end <333

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wanna kiss you, but if I do I might miss you, babe by @blorbocedes | T | 2k Nico has the perfect life - beautiful wife, beloved children. He also still has Lewis. These two don't go together but he ignores that as best he can. This is a such a perfect look inside the head of a cheater who knows what he's doing is wrong, yet manages to hide the fact even from himself.

When Nico woke up, he had the dull headache of a slight hangover; the previous night crystal clear – the transgressions of his marriage. Nico breathed, imagining the tearstained apology to his Vivi – a lapse in judgment, and turned to tell Lewis they could never do this again, the excuses of being drunk, lonely, convenient. The space beside his bed is empty, Lewis gone already with no traces of himself left behind. Well, that's one awkward conversation made redundant. It's too cliche to commit infidelity in your marriage and try to overcompensate with lavish gifts, so instead Nico came home with presents for his daughters as always, and made love to his wife, twice. He went down on her for an hour – affirming to himself that Monza was a one off mistake, and making her feel desired, and how grateful Nico was for her, for everything they have built together.

Always The Same Smile by @effervescentdragon | M | 2k Written for the prompt "wag!nico (2016 WDC and retired) and world champion husband vegan dog dad lewis hamilton.... give me established relationship... give me functioning power couple." This author's Nico characterisation is always so on point, and I love how she captures the complexity of the Brocedes dynamic. They get a deserved and fitting happy ending in this one, and I loved it so much!

They didn't want to see the way Lewis' face lit up whenever he saw Nico, or the way Roscoe ran towards Nico immediately (because he knew who was responsible for feeding him more often than not), or the way Nico always praised Lewis when he was invited to commentate and still never held back in his commentary, or the newest tattoo across Lewis' heart, or the way neither of them was ever linked to any random love interests, or the way their vacation pictures came from the same place, or the way Nico still somehow knew the grid gossip he had no way of knowing (and used it whenever he saw fit), or the way the causes they supported were very much aligned.

nsfw: hall pass by @like-pilot-lights | E | 7.3k Wifeguy!Nico gets to have his cake and eat it too (aka Nicos wife is okay with sharing him). As a part of the Nico Rosberg support squad I love a fic that lets him have it all and doesnt portray him as a miserable man that let the love of his life slip through his fingers. The Nico in this fic is in a loving relationship with Vivian who also happens to realize that he has always been a bit in love with Lewis and sets about making sure they get their heads out of their asses.

“Shouldn’t there be, uh, rules?” He says into her hair, as she kisses his neck. She pulls back and regards him, amused and wary. “What do you mean?” He can tell from her face that she knows exactly what he means. “Viv.” “We can have rules, if you like.” She lowers her head and nips his earlobe with her teeth. “Use a condom, for one.” Nico tries not to think about his wife thinking about any activity between him and Lewis that requires a condom and fails, feeling himself getting hard just at the thought. He nods, letting her tongue trace over the curve of his ear. “Anything else?” “Well, just do – whatever you did before.” Whatever they did before . Without meaning to, he snorts a gentle laugh at the thought. “What’s so funny?” she mutters into his ear, slipping a hand down his side. Nico has abandoned any pretence now, is quite sure that his wife is actually kind of enjoying this. He tests the theory. “Well, I’m not sure a blowjob in the Mercedes garage is possible this week.” He holds his breath. It’s the first time he’s actually admitted it out loud, rather than just meekly nodding at his wife’s assumptions. She might, he thinks, storm out right now, horrified at the truth of it. Instead, she lets out a moan and shifts in his lap.

beep, beep, beep by @witchee_writer | T | 10k After a major crash, Lewis finds ways to recover - and finds solace in his old teammate, Nico. I loved this fic because even though it started off heavy, it got so much lighter and had so many cute, fluffy moments! I love angst with a happy ending!

Lewis hadn't seen his life flash before his eyes when he crashed. If he had though, if his life had flashed before his eyes in all of it's technicolor brilliance, he knew what he would have seen. Not championship wins, not living the high life, but hot days on the beach in Greece. Nico's bare back to his chest, Lewis running a hand through his hair as they dreamed big, dreamed of what they could (and would) do together. He would see all of their good times, and maybe some of the bad too.

nsfw: Roseberg's Vs Haminkton by @jean----ralphio | E | 16.3k Nico the florist is madly in love with Lewis the tattooist. Everyone knows this except for Nico. I enjoyed this fic because the love/hate vibes are immaculate. Lewis lives rent-free in Nico's head, to Lewis's slightly fond bemusement and the entertainment of a stellar supporting cast of other drivers.

“I want to get something for Lando. What is seductive?” Carlos blinks at him, then eyes the freesia display. “Who the fuck is Lando?” Nico mutters, before he gestures over to the camellias. “Those represent desire, but that’s all bullshit.” “He needs to know I’m trying to seduce him,” Carlos insists. “I don’t know, man!” Nico groans, rubbing his eyes. “A cactus? They’re kind of phallic?”

nsfw: kellogg's frosties & video games by @georgerussells | E | 58k It's 2021, and contract negotiations for the 2022 season for Mercedes are being decided. It turns out, a familiar face decides to take the seat next to his former rival and teammate : Nico Rosberg is Lewis Hamilton's new teammate. Angst with a happy ending is the love of my life! This is one of my favorite brocedes fics of all time and is a must-read for sure!

There are more flashes of champagne. Flashes of Nico’s smile, of them having pizza in some cheap Italian restaurant at the beach. Eating Kellogg’s Frosties right from the box in the morning, sitting on the kitchen counter, their legs dangling down, thighs touching, them making plans for the day. Nico’s laugh. // There is a touch, they spin and then they’re both in the gravel. Lewis is fuming and he gets out of his car, the Spanish sun burning down on them. He’s ready to yell, the anger hot and white in him, pooling in his stomach. They don’t talk for the rest of the day, the coldness between them a stark contrast to the hot anger from before.

#pairing:lewis/nico #driver:lewis #driver:nico r

[scandeniall]

front page baby! pt.2

aka: your relationship is exposed. Tried my hand at ushijima and my 2nd try at bokuto so it’s probably so ooc but thank you for the love on pt.1

not edited im sorry (not really)

Ushijima, Bokuto x famous(implied musician)!reader

Ushijima: Twitter thread about you sharing clothes

You both are pretty private about your personal lives. Whenever you’d be asked about a relationship status you’d dance around the question with a joke and pretty smile. Ushijima on the other hand simply would never acknowledge any questions surrounding dating. He learned from his mistake early on of trying to “let the fans in” where he gave one trait he looked for in a partner and started getting shipped and spammed with so many ideal folks. You’d managed to keep your relationship a secret for a little over a year before all hell broke loose. What started as a joke thread noticing you two had similar tastes led folks down the rabbit hole of pulling all the times the two of you shared clothes, accessories to even discovering the two of you followed one another’s suspected private accounts (and one another’s best friend). His favorite T-shirt had been spotted on you. A random thrifted top you’d shown off on Instagram live worn by him. The flannel with a little hole right in the exact same spot. A ring of his worn on the chain of your necklace. Seemingly matching bracelets. Your lucky hair tie showing through mesh in his gym bag—fans cracked the code. The two of you were together when the thread which has garnered 50k retweets came across your TL. It was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday and you both basked in the rare free time together. “Toshi, look—“ a slight frown on your face as you handed him your phone. Your legs rested across his lap and the hand he’d had tracing shapes on your knee stopped as he hummed in acknowledgment.

“Are you kinda annoyed like I am?” Your huff caused a soft smile to grace his face. The shake of his head leaves you confused.

“Im not happy but now we can go out together”

Bokuto: Photos of a private moment leaked

Now this isn’t so much a relationship reveal with Bokuto but rather your engagement is leaked. A photos of the proposal to be specific. The two of you had publicly been together around 3 years, and privately for an additional 2. The first hint was after an MSBY appearance where the question who was likely to get married first was asked. Hinata and Atsumu joked that Bokuto was well on his way. Everyone thought the bashful look and laugh was just him agreeing about his desire to have a future and a lifetime with you. There were a few grainy pictures that had shown you with a suspected ring on your finger. However no one knew for sure as you’d managed to either hide it by partially stuffing your hands in your pockets or by taking it off for performances. The two of you were apart when the news broke. You’d come out from dinner with a few industry friends when a crowd had gathered outside, shooting pics and firing questions. One particular question stood out and nearly caused you to fumble into the SUV. “(Y/N) how long have you and Koutarou been engaged!” On your way back to your hotel you’d seen the leaked photos. Bokuto on his knee, you standing in shock. The massive hug and passionate kiss and your heart broke. This was the one thing both you and Bokuto had wanted to keep private. You’d allowed the world into so much of your lives and just wanted this one thing to yourselves and those closest to you. And that moment you thought had been so intimate ruined.

He’s just getting out of practice doing a quick Twitter check when he sees your names trending and subsequently the pictures. Now he doesn’t get upset easily but he knows what the two of you decided and is fuming. He’s slamming lockers and rushing out the gym without saying his usual goodbyes before he’s in the privacy of his car and tinted windows calling you. He knows the time difference meant it was pretty late for you but also knew you even better. This would be eating at you

“Baby I’m so sorry. I don't know how this happened. I thought I planned it out so perfectly that we would be alone and—“

“It’s ok Kou” your sigh cut him off and he wanted nothing more than to cross oceans to be with you right then and there. Showering you in so much love and apologies.

“It’s not. I know how much this meant to us. This shouldn’t have happened.” He’s not even sure what to say. There’s no way either of you could change what happened. It’s out in the universe now. “I love you and we’ll be ok”

Before long he’s cheered you up enough to get you to even consider falling asleep. He’s listened to your ramble about dinner and crack so many jokes he could feel his previous anger melt away. After a dozen ‘I love you’s’ later he letting you go to sleep. You wake up the next day to a few tweets by your fiancé.

“We share so much of our lives, but leaking out engagement has been one of the biggest breaches of our privacy. To whoever did it—I hope the petty change was worth it”

“I love you,” with your first photo together attached

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #hq drabbles #bokuto imagines #ushijima imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines

[dailydragon08]

Random cute Luke x Reader headcanons that live in my head rent-free pt 7 (Mother’s Day edition)

Tw: pregnancy, parenthood, childbirth

- first of all, Luke would be THE best dad and it would be adorable. No matter whether he’s a dad to your biological kids, kids you adopt, padawans, or even pets, he’s so patient with so much love to give and would be an absolute domestic KING.

- Even if you don’t have/want kids, he’ll organize a breakfast in bed with plenty of hand drawn cards with all your padawans at your Jedi academy.

- Or if you have pets, he’ll dip their paw, tail, or foot in some paint and press it to the card, making them “sign” it for you.

- I like to think by later post-ROTJ years, word got out about Luke and Leia being Padmé’s babies and that the galaxy knew how instrumental she was in creating the rebellion. On Mother’s Day, he’ll watch recordings of Padmé in senate sessions with you (courtesy of R2) and tell you how much he feels she would’ve loved you. Also gets all 🥹 when you tell him how proud she would’ve been of him, how much her personality reminds you of him, and how you can see her in his face shape (I personally feel they have very similar noses and facial structure, but that’s just me).

- If Leia has kids, he’s 1000% helping Han and his niece/nephew pamper her as well.

If the two of you have kids together:

- If you use they/them pronouns, he refers to it as “parents day” and marks it as your day, since he uses he/him pronouns, will have Father’s Day to celebrate himself, and wants to make sure you have a day too.

- If you two have kids, he’s so so thankful that you made him a dad and although he reminds you of that everyday, he makes it his mission to go above and beyond for you on Mother’s Day.

- If you’re pregnant, he’ll still celebrate with you and pamper you even more than he usually does and tell you how he thinks you’re going to be the best parent ever.

- He makes sure to tell your bio kids their birth story and how strong and resilient you were (of course he was by your side supporting you the whole time). He’ll even show them pictures of you as a kid to point out the similarities and you’ll overhear him telling them how you’re the best, most beautiful person he’s ever met.

- he’ll either go buy you your favorite flowers or hand pick some wildflowers for you around Yavin IV and have them waiting in the kitchen for you, along with your favorite breakfast, completely homemade.

- You’re just as much a mother figure to all your padawans, no matter how old they are and they all make sure you know how much they appreciate you.

- Bonus: seeing you with the littler padawans is one of the things that made Luke realize he wanted kids with you in the first place.

- of course Grogu has his dad and Luke, but he draws you a little card on Mother’s Day that makes your heart melt.

- If before kids, you expressed the desire to have some, he was always telling you how excellent of a parent you’d be.

- He definitely happy cried after the birth when they put the baby on your chest and he realized he finally had a family to carry the Skywalker name with him—and especially when he held his baby for the first time.

- Loves organizing little family outings—even if it’s just a picnic around base, Yavin IV, or a park on Coruscant—to celebrate you.

- Loves watching your child snuggle into you and just has to join, creating a giant Skywalker cuddle pile (of course R2 is included).

- Will come and hug you from behind in the kitchen at the end of the day and tell you how much he loves you and how great of a parent you are.

#luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #luke skywalker headcanons #star wars headcanons #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

[dontwantnoneunlessyougotmunson]

hello!! super random request for an Eddie fic, but could you do something where Vecna gets into this girl’s head and finds out that she has a huge crush on Eddie, deciding to “give her what she wants.” So Vecna shrinks her down to like 4 inches tall lolz and teleports her to Eddie’s trailer, and she is scared shitless cause not only is she tiny in the trailer, she also has to deal with the fact that she’s alone with Eddie..

very random I know so if you don’t wanna do it, that’s okay!🤣

Itty-Bitty

I love this ask so much! It made me laugh so hard and it's also so cute for Eddy to have a lil pocket gf so thank you for requesting!

You didn't know who he was, but his voice haunted your dreams and even your waking moments. There was no escape and you couldn't find a moment of peace. You felt him, slithering around in your mind, putting his grimy hands on you and feeling for your thoughts and emotions. He took them as toys to be played with. You wept silently until your exhaustion sent you into a hellish sleep.

You ran from him. He permeated every corner of your mind, seeking your desires and twisted them into torture. You cried and hid, but he still managed to find you in the home of your mind. He looked into one of the rooms, seeing the soft-hearted boy you adored. His grin was wicked and he tilted his head.

"This?" he hissed. "This is what you want?"

You trembled and closed your eyes, pulling your knees to your chest and rocking back and forth.

"Not real," you whispered. "Notrealnotrealnotreal."

You were still chanting that mantra when you woke up the next morning. You jolted back when you realized you were right next to.. a giant hand? You sat up quickly and put your hand to your forehead, still woozy from sleep. You inspected the hand and figured you were still sleeping until you recognized one of the rings.

"Oh, God. Oh, no," you uttered. "Eddie."

You looked down quickly and sighed in relief when you realized your clothes had shrunk with you. You'd never seen him so close before; only in the school paper in the Hellfire picture. Which you absolutely did not have tucked in your journal. You groaned internally thinking if nobody ever realized you were small and went through your things, that would be the first thing they'd see.

Local Girl Disappears: Turns out She's a Creep

You flopped back, refusing to continue making up newspaper headlines and thought about what the heck you were supposed to do now. You tried to go back to sleep, thinking if you could just close your eyes then you would wake back up in your own bed and laugh about this as a weird nightmare. You shut your eyes and squeezed them tightly closed. Slowing your breathing, you managed to make yourself doze off.

~~~

"What. The. Fuck?"

Your eyes shot open and you looked up into the giant face of Eddie Munson. His eyes were as wide open as yours and all you could do was stare at each other.

"I must be dreaming," he grumbled.

You put a hand out to rest on his index finger and sat up slowly. He stared at the place you were connected to him and watched as you looked at him with a grimace.

"Not dreaming, unfortunately. I seem to be stuck this way."

"Woah, he rolled toward you and propped his cheek up on his palm. "This is absolutely wild. I gotta- I have no idea what I'm going to do."

You blushed at his willingness to help, this guy you'd had a crush on for forever and you watched his eyes moving around as his thoughts processed. He lifted the finger you were holding and gently shook your hand.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson."

"Y/N," you said with an even deeper blush.

"Haven't I seen you around school? Why are you here? Not that I'm not thrilled to have a pocket-sized friend to hang out with now," he added with a raspy chuckle.

You laced your fingers, twisting your hands and avoiding his eyes as you spoke.

"Well. I don't know what its- his name is. I just hear his voice in my mind and he knows things about me.. that made him send me here."

"What kind of things? Can I help?"

You covered your face, highly embarrassed. "I never planned on telling you because I figured you wouldn't feel the same, but I have had a crush on you for a really long time and this is his way of fulfilling all my dreams but in the worst way possible.

"Oh."

You glanced at him and saw a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He looked almost.. pleased? You watched him curiously as he processed more. He looked back to you and tried to gently pat your head, but his tap was too strong and you fell back on your bottom.

"Shit, sorry!" He reached for you and cupped you in his hands. You grabbed onto his thumbs and he lifted you up to his face. He examined you for any injuries and you began to laugh.

"Eddie, I just fell on a pillow, I'm okay!"

He started to laugh with you, his hands shaking with the motion. You clung tightly to him as he rose up from the bed. He walked into the kitchen and set you down on the counter. He picked up the phone, turned the rotor and you heard a ring before a click.

"Uh, yes. Is this Ms. Henderson? This is Eddie Munson. I just wanted to talk to Dustin for a minute. Yeah, yeah, I'll hold."

You panicked and jumped up and down, waving your arms.

"Eddie nooo! You can't tell anyone."

He held his hand out and you climbed into it so he could lift you to eye level.

"Don't worry. Dustin's seen.. a lot. This might be one of the easiest to process."

~~~

An hour later, Dustin burst through the door into the trailer, breathing heavily. "Where?"

Eddie pointed to his shoulder and you waved to Dustin who gaped at you and reached for you quickly in his excitement, almost knocking you to the floor. Eddie gasped and cupped you in his hands again.

"Easy, man. She's dainty."

Dustin grinned sheepishly and apologized but held out his hand for you to walk into.

"I have no idea what could cause this."

You relayed your experience about the voices you'd heard and visions you'd seen. Dustin pursed his lips and looked to Eddie.

"Sounds like Vecna."

Eddie nodded. "I was afraid of that."

Dustin nodded in reassurance and handed you back. "I'm gonna go run this by the group and see what we can come up with."

He turned and ran to his bike before hopping on and riding away.

"Well, he does seem to be fairly unbothered by me," you uttered.

Eddie nodded and sat you back on his shoulder. "Told ya."

~~~

Your parents had reported you missing, but there was nothing you could do. Eddie kept you at his place, helping to cut out pieces of his old shirts and giving you a tiny needle and thread to sew clothes together for yourself. He'd attempted to himself, but hadn't managed without repeatedly stabbing his fingers.

He would fill a bowl with warm water and step out of the room so you could wash off and gave you a tissue in place of a towel. When you wanted to wash your hair he'd get a small bit of shampoo and massage it into your hair with his fingers, so so gently. He'd folded a small towel and you crawled into it to use like a sleeping bag every night.

During the days, he'd take you to school in his vest pocket. He made sure to cup his hand over it when he went in the hall, trying to protect you from being jostled. He took you to Hellfire club and much to everyone's delight, you ran around on the board, acting out the scenes from the campaign.

One night, you whispered to the dark, "I'm scared I won't turn back."

He brushed his thumb over your back so tenderly you could have cried. "We'll figure it out. Don't worry about it tonight."

~~~

The first thing you did when you woke up was stretch. You accidentally hit Eddie when your hand flew up to reach above your head.

"Ope! Eddie, I'm so sorry!"

He'd woken when your hand had knocked into his jaw and was staring at you in a mix of wonder and confusion. You looked down to his face where you were cupping it in your hands and gasped. You were your normal size again. He ran his fingers through your hair and grinned cheekily at you.

"Well. Good morning to you," he murmured with a grin.

Your eyes widened and you flopped back and covered your face. He sat up and turned to look at you.

"Oh, God," he muttered and you turned to see his whole face beet red.

You looked down and screeched when you realized your clothes hadn't grown with you this time. You threw a pillow at him and jerked one of his long t shirts over your head.

You sat awkwardly together until he said, "Do you need me to take you home?"

You slapped your hands over your face and groaned, "My parents. Oh, no."

The ride was silent and although you should have been grateful that you were in your regular body now, it felt too easy. Vecna was done toying with you. For now.

***

@paranoidmunson

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson stranger things

[popcornforone]

Stolen Looks

A fan Fic based on The Thief

About 14months ago a friend asked me would I write a little short romantic story for them, nothing to smutty but based on a picture, as I write & like to to that, so I did. I then discovered an hourly Pedro Pascal twitter bit that posted random photos of him on the hour so I started writing them about the photo… now here I am (that bot has now gone boo Elon) writing fan fics. & then bam this photo above drops & I had to write about it & the thief, I couldn’t not. So this is An added bonus for you all this week. Don’t worry your still getting Javi G chapter 5

Synopsis: The thief is up to his usual tricks but all it takes is a glance at you to change his motives for the night.

Word count:2600

Warnings: Don’t read if your under 18! There no sex in this but… it’s implied. The thief is bisexual. Alcohol, slight swearing, drugs & drugging mentioned. Oral sex described, fingering, seducing stimulation, mentions of one night stands.consent could be seen as dubious please remember in real life it’s okay to say no. Stealing & theft. This is not an advert for wine.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feed back is welcome as always. Thanks.

There you stand waiting for him. In his bedroom. You don’t even know his name. The glances between you at the party tonight were intense. No other mans eyes met yours. No other man could you see the desire flood his veins. But these glances well… palpable is an understatement.

In he walks. Snazzy floral silk long jacket. Over sized cuffs, from the white shirt underneath poking out. Sleek black trousers, that made you see how good he could be. A hint of spotty socks. Black pointy heeled boots, reflecting your face. Messy hair but styled that way on purpose. A large watch that looks small in comparison to those hands, which are carrying a bottle of red wine for the two of you to indulge in. He sits in the chair & leans back admiring you up & down. He rests his bearded chin on his hand, a flat fat thumb pressed to his lips as he sighs inhaling the beauty in front of him.

“Perfection” he states & gestures your hand for you to twirl. Your hair is in a long blonde braid trailing over your naked left shoulder. Your midnight blue strapless dress hugs your curves & gives you a phenomenal cleavage. There’s a thin layer of sparking net over the top to give your dress the look of a starry night sky. Your nails are all dark purple except the index fingers on both hands. They also have some silver to them, they match your heels, clutch & the choker necklace you are wearing. Earrings that are just simple studs, much like your simple make up. There were much more attractive glamours people at the party tonight but you have the attention of the person who never gives anyone the time of day. He gets what he wants & he always makes sure of it.

“Thank you”you say bashfully when you have finished your twirl. Your eyes still darting across every inch of him.

You won a ticket to this party at work, you don’t usually go to these kind of parties or auctions, but this was too good an opportunity to turn down. A country house which rarely gives people access. Champagne in hand slowly coming out of your shell as you started working the room. All you did was sit on a bench for a few seconds. Admiring a painting, taking the weight of your feet, when you saw a man creep through the library door. Dressed to the nines. Dapper. Mysterious. Handsome. Like he was up to no good. & yet the second both your eyes met they were drawn to each other, like a moth to a flame. You’re suddenly off the bench without you realising walking away from him to tease him & instigate a seductive chase. Your mind going insane going this isn’t the kind of girl you are. You avoid the lime light & wondering eyes of unknown gentlemen. & yet your hips are swaying as you move.

He is admiring your arse, & the way it sways, the dress clinging to you. He had spent months planning to get into this library tonight, his last Goya is hanging on this wall, ready for him to track it & lay his tropes to come back tomorrow night to claim it & replace it, the copy already on sight, it will be months before anyone realises it’s a fake. But your eyes & simple beauty have distracted him. He was also intrigued that the painting you stopped at was the Goya he plans on having for himself. He can hear your shallow breathing as he steps behind you. You tried to not look at him or give him the time of day but some slow seductive simple words made all the hairs on your body stand up on end.

“What are you drinking?” That’s all it took, to send shivers down your spine. The warmth of his breath setting your desire free. The way his hand caressed your almost bare back, before it trailed down your shoulder & arm to hold onto your hand & take the flute from your hand. He’s looking to see if your jewels are worth anything but he can see that you are not the usual person who comes to these events.

“Champagne” you whisper back you lips inches away from his mouth as you turn your head to face him. Your lips so plump. Your eyes flutter at him & his are full of desire as they return a glance back to you. Neither of you hear the glass shatter as he drops the flute to the floor, you’re both enchanted by the person desiring the other.

The rest of the night you both circulated trying not to be beguiled by the other & yet there was moments in each room of this country house where you’d end up standing next to each other. Your net working had improved & your confidence had grown due to both the sudden eyes that you felt burning into you all night & also the liquid luck from the champagne. He has managed to eventually get things in place for his heist tomorrow, but he is always if he possibly can, be about 10 paces behind you when you move around. He automatically had the urge to protect you & keep you safe & maybe steal you for himself. So when you taxi failed to arrive at the end of the night & he offered to take you back to his so you could sleep in the spare room you agreed. Those eyes were very easy to say yes too.

He’s still looking you up & down in his bedroom. He didn’t give you a tour he just took you straight to his bedroom, he’s not even kissed you yet. The drive to his mansion he stroked the back of your hand & caressed your face, asking you about why you were there & if you admired the paintings & if you had a pleasant evening. You were surprised when he left you in his bedroom for a few minutes before he returned with the wine. But your face lit up when he sauntered back into the room. His aura always makes it seem like he is creeping in & out of any room he is in like he is a Sluth. He pours you both a glass of red Malbec & picks his up & takes a sip.

“You’re normal aren’t you?” He asks subtlety in a soft way, not wanting to offend. “This isn’t your usual scene be it the party or right now. Your not that kind of girl”

“Is it that obvious?” You giggle & take a step forward to go pick up your glass but he raises his hand to stop you & you look confused.

“Yes, most girls & men by now would be on their knees, gagging around my cock, while I taste this beautiful wine before I return the favour. They don’t wait for consent, they know who I am & they just do it.” He’s clearly a man who goes for a certain type, you mind races now as to why you are here.”but you…” he stands up & his hand takes the other glass & walks across to you. “… you have class & standards. Your not just here for a quick meaningless shag & then we will never call each other again, no your here to be seduced, to be claimed, to be stolen” your own breath hitches as he says he wants to steal you. The idea of his hands tracing your body has been on your mind since he first touched your back earlier. You now know from his statement that he is a man who is usually offered sex on a plate from Whoever he invites back, you are a challenge for him. He likes a challenge.

“I don’t even know your name,” you say as you take your wine from his hand trying not to look in his eyes. “I don’t even know what you do, I don’t even…” his eyes search for yours & once eyes contact has been made you slowly fall silent.

“You stole my eye line tonight, being so naturally beautiful” he says & he kisses your empty hand before you both take a sip of wine. “You stole my attention, the way you smile, the way you hold yourself, the way you are you.” You’re siping more of this wine hoping he isn’t drugging you, it’s the kind of things men like this do to get you into bed. “& you stole my identity, I’m the thief, I’m meant to the the one with the capabilities to steal what I want, to get what I need…”

“But you did…” you interrupt & the man’s face goes a little sour. Are you undercover he thinks, did you see him mark the painting & stash some items to steal it tomorrow? “No one but you was going to steal those precious looks from me tonight, you’re not like the other men that were there. I might not know who you are, but I think you can claim to have stolen my night away from me. Im yours”

The thief take both your wine glasses & put them back in the table, undoing his bow tie at the same time.

“This was not my plan for tonight, no way, but you my mysterious lady, you’ve made tonight so much more interesting.” He moves your braid off your shoulder & starts to pepper it with soft kisses. His lips feel warm against your chilled skin in this sparse room. For a man with a large house you’d have thought he’d have more in his master suit that just a few books on a shelf, a table & chairs, two

dressers & a large 4 poster bed. Clearly a man who likes to keep things simple, maybe that’s why he wants to keep you here tonight.

“How have I made this interesting?” You’re breathing fast as he makes his way to the crook of your neck working his way up to your lips to taste them in a few seconds time, you hope.

“By being you, a few stolen glances are all it took, for I am now yours” he says looking at you directly abandoning his kisses, those stolen looks being exchanged again. You want this. So does he.

“As am I to you” you whisper & cup his cheek. His hands, those large palms hold your face as he looks at every blemish on your face, not caring that your make up is starting to look a little bit old. He doesn’t care. The look & nod are small but the second your lips meet a fire erupts in you. Those lips that have pouted all night at you & have had seductive words flow out of them are now learning how you kiss. One of his hands goes around your waist as the other unties your braid, so he can feel all of you. Your body’s so close as your mouths continue to engage in this embrace. He tastes of the wine. Rich dark & seductive, like him. Maybe he has drugged you into feeling like this, but right now as all of your senses are on high alert & you feel the passion take over, you don’t care. You may have kissed the devil & its Making you want more.

Eventually his grip is loose around your waist as you both stop making out with each other. Both desperately needing more than the kiss, but both needing a moment of reflection. Are you this girl now? Does he really want to have you to himself all night? Are You going to be filled with regret in the morning? One look into his eyes & you suddenly see him soften. No longer this man who has seduced & stolen your heart as well as the looks from you tonight. He’s just a man, a man who wants you, who clearly is treating you differently to every other man & woman he invites back to his after an event. You’re someone he needs to take his time with. To learn to appreciate,

& to maybe add to his collection & share it with him one day.

“We…” he’s stumbling “we don’t have to… there’s no pressure…” his hand trails around his neck scarring his beard. He’s nervous for once.

“& what if I did…” you reply “what if tonight you take me, one night of mine can be stolen & given to someone else & I’d like it to be you.” you say as your hands start to trail up his silk floral jacket ready to help him undress.

“Darling, if you stay with me, it will be for more than just one stolen night” he says, his eyes filled with passion. His hand glides into yours like it’s meant to be as he walks you across to the bed & he slowly lowers you down onto it. He lies to your side watching the rise & fall in your body. You’re breathing more than enraged trying to control yourself. This is made harder by his hand, trailing inside your dress, up your leg, over your inner thigh. “Let go beautiful” he whispers softly in your ear as you gasp & his thumb makes contact with your clit.

You jolt awake at 10am on a Sunday. A dream of lust & desire. A memory playing out in your mind as you slept in your small bed, in your apartment. The feeling of his thumb still there teasing your clit, as you wake up in a sweat wishing he was here. He’s not unfortunately. Your bed sheet damp underneath where you sit, as you had obviously cum while dreaming about him, maybe your own hand had been seeing to your pleasure as you remember the first night you met. You lay naked back down on your bed remembering the rest of that night & the next nine afterwards. Realising making love to you was his alibi for so many things. You still jokingly after all this time still call him the thief, to arouse the two of you, to get you in the mood occasionally, not that you could keep your hands or lips off each other. Your horizons now broadened & you were not just a one off. This was the real thing for the both of you. You always chuckle a little at that as you turn over to check your phone & send him a good morning message. Imagine if you hadn’t won that at work. Although you have now not worked for the last 3months at all, a sabbatical before you start to retrain in what you want to actually do in life. He has made you realise these moments need to be grasped & enjoyed, no one should wait for what they want. He’s said he will help you, but you insisted on one day paying back every penny. you then sit up & look across at the wall & smile & say good morning to what faces you. That Goya, yes the painting, his most prised possession. Which he has gifted to you as a promise to always return. Which he does when your buzzer to your apartment goes off about 5minutes later. You bed & apartment might not be as grand as his mansion, but it keeps you both grounded & your spark alive. All to just steal a few precious minutes of love making together, away from the eyes of the rest of the world.

#fanfic #my fics #pedro pascal #smutt #no minors #over18 #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #the thief #Casin

[nowdoyoungknows]

Baby Bunbun's Late night talk with Papa Bunny

Pairing/s: idol!doyoung x fem!reader

Genre/warning/s: fluff, slight angst, temporary long distance relationship, dad!doyoung, secret dad doyoung (public doesn't know he is already a father lol), slight mention of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol and food, cringe alert

Summary: Doyoung is on tour with NCT 127, specifically in Japan. Despite hectic schedule, he promised to have a video chat with you and your precious toddler.

Note: This was inspired by Doyoung's baby picture that he posted on Children's day. He looks so adorable and his smile is so cute. I want to pinch his cheeks. Omg Also wrote this because of nct's ongoing neo city: the link. I hope you enjoy this. I apologize for the grammatical error. The last time I write a fanfic was back in 2017 lol. Lastly, DON'T TAKE THIS PLOT TOO SERIOUSLY. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Unedited.

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After a tiring but amazing and full of excitement day, the first day of NCT 127's concert has finished. It went by smoothly and perfectly. The fans were delighted with the outstanding and powerful performances of each members. Doyoung himself was fully satisfied of what he had showcased in front of the audience. He is an amazing singer, no doubt to that but he did even better than the previous concert. Everyone was moved to tears in his solo song.

9 pm when the members called it a day and decided to retreat to their respective hotel rooms to take a rest. After concert, they went to a sushi house near their hotel in tokyo to eat their tiredness away and celebrate by drinking maybe a little alcohol.

Doyoung isn't drunk at all thanks to his high alchohol tolerance. He is able to shower, do his skincare routine and the most important thing, to call his precious love back home in Korea. Pressing the call in your name, he waited shortly before you answered it immediately. 'She really waited for me.' He thought with a stupid smile printed on his face.

Tiredness is evident in Doyoung's face but faded as he sees your beautiful face when your videocall starts.

"Hello Hon~!" You greet him in joyful way.

Doyoung's heart skipped a beat seeing your face. That's how in love he is to you. Like him, you are also bed ready as he noticed that you are wearing your sleep pajamas and you are laying on your shared bed at home. He didn't notice how long he was admiring your face when you spoke again.

"Is there something wrong? You're spacing out? Are you tired? You can end the call if—"

Hearing how worried you are, he immediately cut you off by assuring you with a smile. "No hon, I'm perfectly fine. Just admiring you. Missed you so much. Only been in Japan for 2 weeks but I already miss you." He admitted. "Besides I promised that I will call you when I came back from the concert."

Your cheeks warmed up, cheeks flushed at Doyoung's sudden confession. You missed him too, so much. You changed your position and laid sideways from your previous where you were lying at your back. "How's the concert?" You asked him.

Doyoung told you everything from the rehearsal to what they eat after. He told you they drank some beer after which you warned him not to drink too much but eat healthy food and drink milk which earned a chuckle from him because of how adorable you look like when nagging him. NCT's resident nagger was being nagged by his girlfriend.

Both your eyes looked tired and dreamy but your desire to keep up with each other is enough motivation to wake yourselves up. You two are in the middle of talking about random stuff and other things when you stopped listening to your boyfriend for a while to look out for something — someone to be specific, whispering 'be careful' as you slightly raised your body just in case something bad happened. You sighed in relief when nothing happened and no one's hurt. You smiled warmly and tapped the empty space in front of you.

Doyoung's heart pounded loudly as the mattress rises, shuffling noise of the blanket and a familiar giggle was heard. "Hi appa~" The boy, his son, greeted him cheerfully and full of energy then flashed his gummy smile, duplicated from his signature gummy smile but lesser teeth as the boy only has few of them.

"Hi babyyyy!" Doyoung felt re-energized. Seeing his son's adorable face and cute gestures made him want to pack his things and fly to korea at the same moment. He felt sorry for not being there for him because of work which you fully understand and support.

"He climbed to our bed on his own." You reported your son's new achievement. The bed is not that high to climb for a toddler but it is a big deal for a child who is in the stage of learning. Doyoung is proud of course but at the same time, wished he was there to witness it himself, personally.

"Wow, our little prince is so strong. Good job." He complimented him with a proud grin. Your son didn't understand what his father is telling him but he knows it made him happy so the baby gave him a bigger smile. "But baby, you should be sleeping at this hour." Doyoung turned to his protective father mode. It's 10:30 in the evening yet his son is still awake.

"Well... you promised earlier this morning that you will call us after work. I swear I already told him all the excuses why he should sleep already and not wait for you but you know... he is quite stubborn when he wants to do something." You explained. "He misses you so much."

Your words earned a pang in his heart. He dearly feels bad for you especially his son. He wants to be there for him, if only he is allowed to bring him to his work. Sensing that Doyoung is down for not being present physically, you tried to cheer him up. "Hey. Don't worry, hon. We understand. We support you. Don't ever think about giving up your career because of us."

This is not the first time Doyoung brought up that issue of giving up his idol career just to be full-time with your little family and of course marry you. However, you refused several times. You know how much he loves his craft even before he met you and you can't afford to see him give that up just for you. You don't hold it against that and supported everything he does, watching his performances, musical and drama, even teasing him with his kissing scenes. Someday, you will figure things out.

"Always remember, we are always here for you. Do not worry." You assured him sincerely.

Doyoung got emotional. "What did I do to deserve the two of you. I love you so much." Doyoung replied.

"Well, you deserve all the love because you are an amazing man." You smiled at him. Doyoung really looked shy and cute whenever you compliment him and kind of boost his pride. You want to pepper him with kisses.

You gave the father-son moment for a minute. Listening to your son tell random stories to his father to the best he can. It's unclear and honestly doesn't make sense at all in an adult's perspective but your child is enthusiastic and talkative, he is learning as you noticed he adapted some new words. Doyoung replies to his stories as if he fully understands it, trying to have a conversation with his son while you just laugh and scream internally because your boyfriend and son is the duo everyone should see because of how entertaining they look. They actually deserve to appear in a show but their situation is different.

The conversation between your boys ended and Doyoung decided that the precious child should sleep now so he sang him a lullaby, a children's song but the baby shook his head. Doyoung frowned. "Why baby? You don't want appa to sing to you anymore?" He asked.

Your son look at you hoping you will explain it better to his father as he doesn't know how and you get his message. You chuckled a bit and spoke. "Hon. He doesn't want nursery rhymes." You explained as he listens. "He watched you sing your solo song in the concert from a fancam and he likes it so much. I use that to put him to sleep." It earned an inaudible "ohh" from Doyoung.

Doyoung was touched how his song not only touches the fans' heart, not only you but his beloved son as well. He doesn't understand any single words from the lyrics but maybe he felt the emotion plus it was sung by his father, the soothing voice your son loves the most. For his son, exclusively for him, he sang his piece "The Reason Why It's Favorite."

Singing it to him while in his hotel room, lying down made him realize how his son was robbed of the moment of seeing it being performed while his father is on stage. The boy is still too young to attend the concert and lastly, the public doesn't know he already had a child of his own. Surely, the fans know that he is in a relationship to a non-celebrity, they are fully aware of his relationship with you but they have no idea that he got his girlfriend pregnant. The reactions are divided the moment the dating news sparked. Seeing you being harassed by some of the so-called fans already made him guilty, how much more if they knew about his child. Doyoung can't afford to see the child being hated. His son is the most precious child in the world and he doesn't deserve the hate that he might receive from the heartless people who refuse to understand other people's feelings. That is why he come to a decision to conceal his son's existence.

I love you, I love you

Maybe you won't be sad anymore

I love you, I lovе you

Always be my favorite

As he finished his son, that's the time he heard his son softly snoring, eyes shut, sleeping peacefully, drifting to his dreamland. The little prince looks so innocent and quiet as if he is not the most talkative kid in the world.

"He is sleeping already, maybe you should be too." You said in your most quiet yet audible tone. Doyoung nodded. "Good night Hon. Kiss our prince for me." He asked which you complied by planting two loving kiss in your son's chubby cheeks but careful enough not to interrupt his deep sleep.

"I love you y/n." He confessed like it was the first time he tells you that.

"I love you too, Doyoung." You replied before Doyoung ended the call.

#doyoung x reader #writing #doyoung #nct fanfic #nct x reader #doyoung fluff #doyoung nct #doyoung imagines #doyoung fanfic #doyoung angst #nct 127 #doyoung scenarios #doyoung x y/n #doyoung x you #nct doyoung #nct 127 doyoung #doyoung drabbles

[leorawright]

Can I get mercs with a pink Lolita boy? Like a pretty little guy who wears cute puffy dresses, this can also be gender neutral by a masc personality paired with Lolita fashion. I hope I'm making sense and thank you

It makes sense don't worry! (I made this platonic)

Mercs with friend who wears Lolita fashion

Scout

"You could never ever make me wear one of those!"

You convinced him to. You have pictures

Scout honestly doesn't really care what you wear unless someone else says something

If they insult you he is up in their face and defending you

Soldier

He might faint if you wear that to battle out of sheer disbelief

But outside of battle he doesn't care what you wear

I mean he's an American he's about freedom and you can do what you want

And he'll defend that belief in front of others as well

Demoman

He may have a similar outfit buried deep in his closet

It was from when he was having a gender crisis

He honestly thinks the outfits look amazing on you and will voice it

He's pretty good at fashion if you want advice

Pyro

If you have a dress in their size they'll dress up with you

They think the outfits are perfect for teaparties

They're honestly offended if anyone insults your outfits and they assure you it's just because that person is jealous of how amazing you look

Heavy

He doesn't make comments on most anyone's fashion and that includes yours

It's your choice what you wear but he will compliment you somedays

No one can insult you tho he'll glare them down until they learn to shut up

Medic

He, for one, thinks you look absolutely fabulous in your outfits

His advice is trash though I do not recommend listening to it he's a little clueless on fashion

Any insults just feal his desire to take the person to his lab for experiments so they better watch out

Sniper

He doesn't voice it but he thinks you look great

Not many mercs have fashion sense so seeing your outfits means he's going to compliment them if he has the confidence

He'll wait to see if you can handler the situation of someone insults you but if they don't stop he'll step in

Spy

He's worn an outfit like that before and he thinks you pull it off well

He's gotten you some outfits as random gifts for his best friend (that's you)

No insults dare to be aimed at your outfits because Spy will end their whole career with a smile on his face

#tf2 x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 pyro x reader

[whereiselsewhere]

If you take requests, how the boys from Death Note would react if reader accidentally said something like "Oh shit, he's hot" or "Damn, he's cute/ pretty" out loud when they first met? 🤣 I think it would be interesting.

Thank you for reading! I hope you'll have a lovely day.

“It’s Just The Nerves” - Death Note boys

Headcanons: You let it slip you may or may not find them attractive during your first meeting.

Characters Mentioned: L Lawliet, Light Yagami, Touta Matsuda, Mihael Keehl

Category: Crack / Fluff ?

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the request, these were hella fun to write! I hope you like them! :)

L:

•In this scenario I can see it as you being on the task force when L ends up having to show himself.

•L doesn’t exactly consider himself- how do I say this- the most desirable person in the world.

•(Cough, I heavily disagree though.)

•I don’t think he’d pay that much mind to said fact, but he certainly wouldn’t be expecting anyone to comment positively on his appearance, especially just like that.

•You were probably standing to the side taking a break or leaving when you thought to yourself something along the lines of, “Shit, I wasn’t expecting L to be cute-“

•And you just hear Matsuda say, “What?” in total shock.

•At which you realise you just said that out loud. Literally the first meeting and you’re already being unprofessional. You’re totally internally scolding yourself for the rest of it.

•L just kind of locks his eyes on you for a few seconds, totally blank faced and lost for words. Then he just turns back round, as if nothing ever happened. It’s not fitting for his image to give you a reaction.

•L has stopped working. You broke him bestie.

•I mean, I’m not gonna lie, he definitely finds it a little weird but…

•If you look closely, he might have a slight hint of pink dusting his cheeks. :) Don’t think he’s easy to win over, though, even if he is initially attracted to you, because he’s the furthest thing from it.

•Things might be a little awkward at these meetings now, though…

•Bonus: If you do get into a relationship further down the line, be aware that he remembers everything, this included, and will probably make a remark about it to tease you months later, when you’d forgotten about it and assumed he had too.

Light:

•This one I picture in the early days of Kira, when he’s starting college.

•There’s a rather large group gathered outside where everyone is introducing themselves to each other, including yourself. Maybe if you’re more introverted you’re standing more to the side of things?

•Light is trying to make himself fit in and look more normal, of course, but you wouldn’t have any idea about that.

•You lost yourself staring at him for a hot second, not realising how obvious it was.

•Especially when a small something that you maybe shouldn’t have said slipped out-

•He instantly looks over, catching on immediately. He’s half smirking, and there’s a glint in his eyes. He holds the gaze for a few seconds before returning to his conversation, and you quickly relax thinking you had gotten away with it.

•You wish. :’)

•He taps you on the shoulder from behind and introduces himself as normal, but he’s clearly hiding an amused expression.

•Then, at the end of your conversation adds something like, “Oh, and you’re not too bad yourself.”

•You’ve definitely got his attention now, that’s for sure. He can see you taking a liking to him and might go out of his way to pursue things further if he feels it would do him some good. Will potentially get your number the next time you meet for said reasons.

•Just uh…don’t fall for any of his shit, ‘kay?

Matsuda:

•You’d been brought in for questioning around the Kira investigation after witnessing the death of some criminal somewhere and making some sort of statement about it for the news. You weren’t any witness in particular, just a case of random selection, if you will.

•Obviously L couldn’t do it himself, and he couldn’t choose Light, who seemed like the most suitable option to the others, as he had his suspicions about him being Kira.

•Eventually, Matsuda was chosen to take on the job of doing these few interviews. Something about him being young and charismatic. Makes people feel comfortable, blah blah blah, psychology.

•And he probably would’ve made you feel comfortable! If you weren’t totally into him, that is. Stuttering and stumbling over an interview as important as this, too. What timing…

•Still, he’s smiling and reminding you that you have nothing to worry about, that they’re going to catch Kira and they’re closer than ever.

•As the interview draws to a close, he gets up and goes over to open the door for you, thanking you for your time.

•Then the room just goes silent after he hears you mutter, “Damn it, only I could be interviewed by someone so cute over something so important and mess it up.”

•Yeah, that slipped out. Oops. As if things didn’t need to get worse, huh?

•It’s obvious he heard you because he freezes up and flushes bright red, and there’s really no use in pretending that he didn’t now.

•”You think I’m cute?” Is all he (eventually) manages to say.

•And oh my god it’s two nervous wrecks-

•You just start apologising? What else could you do?

•”No, no! Don’t be sorry!” And then get this- he actually had the courage to ask you out! He’s a little too happy when he returns to join the others, who had been watching the whole thing on camera.

•”We said catch Kira, not get a date.”

Mello:

•It’s pretty late at night, but you just couldn’t sleep, so you decided to just get out for a while. Nothing major, just a run to the store, maybe you’d just grab a few snacks or something.

•As you’re leaving the store, carrying a couple of bags, a certain stranger catches your eye. He’s crouched down next to the road, and he was doing some sort of work on a motorcycle, presumably because he’d broken down.

•You subconsciously stop and stare for a few seconds, captured by him for some reason you couldn’t exactly put your finger on. One thing was for sure; he was definitely attractive. Damn.

•You must have said that last part out loud, because said stranger practically chokes on his drink after taking a sip of it and bursts out laughing. It probably came off a little mean, but that’s just his demeanour.

•He turns back to see you just kind of hovering awkwardly in that same spot and flashes a grin and rolls his eyes.

•Mello tends to keep himself to himself, so he doesn’t actually make any effort to talk to you, as flattered and amused as he is.

•Though, as you stroll past him, avoiding his eyes, he’s secretly hoping he might see you again sometime. Maybe next time you’ll have the guts to be a bit more forward, but prepare to be initially shut down if you actually ask him on a date or anything like that aside from harmless flirting. And even then, if there’s too much of that… (Jfc Mello decide what you want 😭) He’s definitely got a little bit of an internal conflict going on now.

•He really does not like to be at risk of being hurt at all, unfortunately for you.

•The next time he sees Matt, you’re the first thing he mentions in conversation, I can promise you that.

#death note x reader #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #touta matsuda #mihael keehl #ryuzaki #mello #headcanons

[lochrannn]

Hi!

So I’m writing a fanfic rn where post s2 the sibs go on a road trip. There’s no kugelblitz or anything like that. It’s basically the s1 timeline. However, I want to put Lila in it. The only problem is that the s3 events are what lead to her character growth (doesn’t kill Five because they have to work together to stop the kugelblitz, comes back to the academy because the briefcase won’t work and to drop off Stan, doesn’t hold a grudge against Diego because of the kugelblitz, tells the whole pregnancy thing to Diego because of the kugelblitz). I also don’t really want Stan to be in this fic. 

Ok, so I guess my question is, how would I insert Lila into this fic without having her kill five, hold a huge grudge against Diego, or bring Stan into it?

Thank you so much! I'm posing this question to as many tua moots as possible and I understand if you don’t want to answer because this is a loaded question. 

Hey, I think it's pretty cool, you're thinking through your options and hearing some viewpoints to get a wider picture of what your options are. And because you are (hopefully) going to get a few perspectives, I'm going to give you my personal assumptions as bluntly as I'm thinking of them and not fearing I'm going to end up unduely influencing you.

I think the one premise that you're "wrong" about and that will maybe put a different light on the other levels, is that Lila holds a grudge against Diego.

I don't believe that she does. I think that she is bitter and sad and bereft and angry (yes also with Diego) when she leaves the barn, but the only one she's potentially holding a grudge against is Five.

She murders her way into the commission just to see Diego's face. She loves him dearly and all her bravado and played up irritation with him in S3 is out of fear that he might not accept her and especially her with a little extra on board.

There's a great fic by Gin_Juice on AO3* where they work through the tension of Lila loving Diego, being Lila nevertheless and being extremely skittish about being honest/making herself vulnerable like that/trust and resulting commitment issues (although, I've never personally thought or read a fic I liked, where Lila actually distrusted Diego, I just think she thinks he has no reason to take her and the family she brings on. From her perspective she can't concieve of that) and all that against the fact that she has an intense desire to murder Five, violently.

But my personal assumption of Lila is that the version we see of her in most of season 2, snarky, a bit goofy, slightly overwhelmed by the amount she feels for Diego, but pleased he feels the same, here for some good back chat, is who she really is. Not this ball of pent up anger that she is in 2x10.

Yes, I think she will always have trouble to forgive Five but I think she can come to a point where she will understand that he was more of an instrument and the one responsible was the Handler and weighed against an eternal grudge against someone who is roughly as responsible for her parents death as a random natural catastrophy, and getting a chance to live a happy (if likely chaotic) family life with Diego, more often than not, I think she'd chose the latter.

She would defeintely have been able to choose differently to hold on to her grudge and drown in her anger and grief, but the opposite is just as possible.

And holding on to that, a) Diego and her family with him is at the end worth swollowing some of her anger, and b) she comes to the uneasy acceptance that Five is not responsible for her parents' death(she can still hate hims, Jesus, that has never stopped the Hargreeves from being a family), and then I think she can be a fun, chaotic part of the family who sill merry make Five's life hell (he'll do his best to pretend it doesn't bother him) and Diego's too (he'll live for it).

*Gin_Juice's fic is about a bunch of things, not focused on the Diego/Lila of it all, and comes with my highest recommendation and admiration!

Hope this helps 😅

#character meta #lila pitts

[mmriesoftvat]

Kirara came through Mondstadt with a special parcel for Albedo. It appears to be a casket of tomes, however upon opening it isn't TCG cards that sit inside. Atop a stack of translucid paper sits a letter addressed to him.

[Hello Albedo, I hope my letter finds you well.

I've recently learned about the winter tradition from your region, and right away I thought of you then. If there is anyone I would wish to present with a gift...

... that person would be you. I broke the sentence so you can see what I did there. I hope you like it.

I am eternally grateful for the custom card back you have created for me. It fills me with pride every time my opponents ask me about it. Would that I was as gifted in the arts as you are, I would return the favor more confidently.

The next best thing I could do was to take my Kamera and travel across Sumeru to capture some of my favorite views. You will find them under this letter in the Casket. You can hold onto that as well if you don't have one yet, by the way.

I hope among the pictures you will find something inspiring. And if you ever wish to see these places in person, please come to find me. It would be an honor to escort you personally.

I wish you happy holidays and a good end of the year. As a final note, I want to leave you with a funny line I came up with.

Beryllium, gold, and titanium. When I look at you, I think you're full of it.

Cyno]

Albedo hasn't expected anything from anyone outside of Mondstadt. Most people would've buried their heads and focused on their own circle of friends. On his head, he'd have expected a gift from Sucrose, before making his way to his lab in Dragonspine where he'd spend the next few weeks enjoying the cold and quiet.

He's rather confused when he sees Kirara arrive in Mondstadt. Not just for any random visit, but evidently coming specifically for him. The confusion is evident on his face as he takes the parcel from her, offering up a quick thanks before turning around to open it. He can hear her footsteps retreating with a mumbled you're welcome. He'll apologize later for his rudeness, but right now Albedo's curiosity is going to exceed social norms.

In the small package, Albedo finds several pictures to sift through. There are lots that are already giving him inspiration and muse, along with a desire to travel to Sumeru and explore the landscape. Albedo had been meaning to go there for some time anyway, this would be the perfect chance to go.

Carefully setting the photos aside, he picks up the letter to read it. The confusion melts, replaced with a fondness that he rarely feels. Cyno...

Cyno had certainly been an interesting friend to make, but his humor and care for others had intrigued Albedo. He often finds himself longing for Cyno's company, particularly in moments when the cold makes him remember things he doesn't want to remember.

Once finished reading, Albedo hurries through the streets and back to his small home within the city. He can scribble out a return letter and hopefully catch Kirara before she leaves Mondstadt again.

Cyno. Thank you for your parcel. I hadn't expected a generous gift from you, but I am delighted to recieve one nonetheless. I should make plans to visit you in Sumeru soon. I would love to explore the nation with you and Tighnari, as well as Collei. I'll bring Sucrose with me as well, she's been missing her friend. This letter is short, and I apologize, I am pressed for time. But do expect me within the next few weeks. I will try to get at least a month off so I may come and do research there. I look forward to you showing me around. All my best, Albedo.

Reading it over, Albedo smiles to himself before putting it carefully in an envelope. He doesn't have any gifts to send back, unless Cyno would like some Mondstadt treats? Though...Albedo doesn't have any of those on hand, either. The letter alone will have to do for now. All that's left now is to track down Kirara or someone else to deliver this to Cyno as soon as possible.

#( ANSWERED. ) #roleplay abiogenesis2 #; cyno #( SELF | ALBEDO. ) #( IC. )

[korra-northeast-germany]

Run!

Was all thst plagued your mind

Don't let him catch up!

Who knows what would happen if he's caught

Turn corners!

Throw him off your trail

Hurry!

Careful!

Be wary of your surroundings

Faster!

Hes catching up

Faster damnit!

Why are your legs moving slower you can't STOP!

Hide hide Hide!

You must find a hiding spot

Shit! Not you tripping

Oh Fuck-

"Hello my beloved queen"

It's too late.

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Mammon found himself in a room he had not recognized, pictures of him plastered upon every wall some from his modeling gigs other taken at random parts of the tag wether it be at RAD or at HOL. Pictures of him and Mc littering the one part of the wall, only mc's face was cut out and instead replace with a headshot of the culprit. It frightened him. Slowly he leaves the bed to look through a note-book he had found which had the names of people Mammon were closed to crossed out. His name riddled not of the pages and Who ever ideas that desired him seemed to plan everything. He gulps. "Why would He?" The avatar shook his head. "Whatever I just gotta find a way out of he-"

"Mammon~♡" a voice called carrying in what was meant to be his breakfast, a meal which consisted of a breakfast meal you get at a restaurant. The person froze seeing his 'queen' had awoken. "well I did not expect for you to be up so soon!" He smiled. "Well I brought you breakfast. Take a seat on the bed and I'll feed you alright." Unable to protest Mammon takes a seat allowing his capture to feed him. "You know mammy I usually wouldn't take such drastic measures. But seeing you sad like this always makes my heart break" he says. Followed by a pout as he fed the greedy boy the eggs. "I know they were one of your only friends, and that's okay...right now They're watching over you from wherever they are. That's alright my little crow, cause now I'm here and I'll be taking their place."

No response. This made the captor frown. "I promise Mammon. I'll make you feel loved like never before. Whatever you want I'll get it for you. Want me to kill or harm someone all for you. Your every wish is my command my queen" he gave the avatar the world's most sincere eyes one which held 0 lies and could be trusted. Mammon only blushed "your too sweet. But...I'm going to need to make time to grieve...they were my human and best friend" greed's throat swelled. "But thank you. Even if you did take drastic means to show how much you care about me I appreciate it." A pause "but did you really need to replace pictures of them and me with well.. yourself?" "Sorry my queen I just wished it was us" "fuck that's cute"

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It's been a momth of absolute silence from Mammon. At first he was happy about it no one to sure destruction in his libary but then he learned about Mc's death which made him worried. Not a single brother had seen Mammon since a month prior even Lucifer was worried. "We should look for him" mumbled Levi "I- I mean he owes me something anyway so we better find him so I can get it!" Levi's call to action was something all the brothers agreed on which lead to where Satan was now.

In front of the person who took his brother.

"I should have known it was you" the wrathful avatar would hiss. "You always seemed too have information on all of my brothers, but to find you have taken mammon from us? That is too far!" "Is it?" Those words made Satan raise his brow. "What do you mean by that!?" The person smirked. "I mean you don't deserve him, none of you do. It's clear your treatment of him is very unkind. Maybe if the 6 of you were better brothers he wouldn't feel the need to confine and vent too me. Oh and before you ask about his return, that won't happen unless he chooses so and right now he is not willing to see any of you."

"You're lying!"

"Am I? Or are you too blinded by your rage to see the truth? Mammon is happy with me, more than he ever was with you" the lower demon could sense the avatars wrath acting up. "It took you a month before you to even bothered looking for him. What kind of brother you are"

"We thought-"

"Shut up. I should have you killed" the yandere hisses. " But alas my queen wishes for his kin to be alive healthy and happy" he hum. Responding to Satan's glare with a deadly one of his own. "Now leave me and my queen alone unless you want to go the same route as MC" an evil smile crept up up on the lower demon, one that me an serious business. This forced Satan to leave, he did not wish too die not at the hand of a demon lower than he. He'll get mammon back! He know he Will!

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Being hugged by the 4 born really shocked Mammon, his grip tugt s he'll as he cried into his shoulder. Demanding his brother never leave him never again. "Oh gee what's gotton into you?" He would question the younger male. "You were gone for so long mammon! And your crazy boyfriend threatened me and said we were bad brothers do you really believe us to be bad brothers?!"

Mammon really wants to say yes but didn't not when his brother was like this. "You aren't., the nicest but i don't hate ya guys I could never" he pet his head. "But what did to me the stem you with?" "He threatened to kill me!" Mammon froze burrowing his brow before taking his brother and stomping over to his boyfriend. "What is this talk about you threatening my little brother!" He demands. Ink to watch his beloveds return to that of s kicked puppy. "I just wanted them to not treat you so badly and threatened that if they were to bother you e hen you don't wanna talk to the then I would uhm...kill them I'm sorry mams"

"Meph you really are the world's cutest yandere. "But no more threatening my family or friends or else no more cuddles. "noooooo!!!!!!"

A/n: I think I accidentally wrote fluff. Also b4 u ask how Mc died, meph made it look like they died naturally

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