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gentlyweeps-world · 5 months

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Ferrari Red .2

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summary: Tensions run high between the beloved Ferrari boy and his girlfriend after a complicated Austin GP. Pictures and rumors surface, catching the eye of Y/n.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem! reader

warnings: angst, Ferrari boys red flags, alcohol consumption, toxic actions, throwing up

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Slowly waking up, you let out a soft sigh, memories of the night flowing back. You sit up and glance around your friends apartment, seeing a note left on the kitchen island.

Moving slowly up and off the couch you read the note, which simply states that you can stay as long as you want and that shes sorry for what happened.

With a shaky sigh you wipe the already falling tears off your face, the same confusion and hurt consuming you.

You grab a cup of water and drink some, hoping the water will calm your nerves. But a knock at the door has the glass shattering to the floor.

The door swings open and shows a dishevlled looking Charles with your favorite flowers and takeout.

“Are you okay cheri?” He asks worriedly, moving into your friends apartment and closing the door behind him. He moves over towards your shaking body, setting the gifts he brought on the kitchen island, placing one hand on your arm he gently moves you away from the kitchen and into his arms, cautious of the glass and water on the ground.

“Cheri are you okay?” He asks, his tone so soft and delicate manages to break you out of your silence. Shoving him away and out of your grasp breaks your heart but the rage you felt was more.

“Dont call me that!” You shout out, tears forming in your eyes once more. “Please Y/n…cheri..you have to listen to me..” Charles begs out, moving closer to you as he wraps his arms around you once more, instead of moving away you simply just cry into his chest, sobbing as you softly punch his chest.

“Why did you do that? Was I not enough? I dont understand Charles…why did you do that to me…to us Charlie” You sob out, still hitting his chest softly in frustration and confusion.

Charles doesnt do anything, he squeezes you to his chest, not caring if you hit him or not. “I was missing you cheri, I needed you and couldnt have you..” He whispers out, his voice breaking at the sight of his love in so much pain because of him.

“Then why didnt you call me? Or text me back?” You shout out, finally coming to your senses and shoving him away.

“I..I dont know” He mumbles out, “I was upset, and I drank, I wasnt myself cheri you have to understand that…” He says, reaching out to you, but instead you move away from him.

“And she..she came to me, she had a smile exactly like yours Y/n, I was only thinking of you…I needed you and she filled that space, I love you cheri…” He says, voice breaking as tears spill.

“Go back to the apartment Charles…I- I need time..” You say, finally looking him in his eyes.

It broke you, his eyes bloodshot, hair a mess, nose red from crying. “Please cheri I cant lose you….I cant..” He begs out once more, voice cracking and eyes wide. “Give me time” You state again, voice stern to put the point across.

With a nod and a one sided hug he leaves, going back to your shared apartment like you had asked.

After cleaning up the shattered glass and water, you eat the takeout Charles had gotten you, not that upset to ignore the free food right infront of you.

Some time passes and your friend is finally back from work, “Let me guess you spent the time scrolling on your phone, watching Disney movies and sulking?” Sadie, your friend, says as she closes the door to her apartment.

“How did you guess?” You say groggily, rolling your eyes as you flip her off from the couch. “Okay first of all none of that please, also get yourself all dolled up! You are going out for revenge tonight!” Sadie says with a smirk and glint in her eye, one you reconginze very well. With a groan and sigh you slowly get up off the couch, forcing yourself to take a shower, do your makeup and hair.

Thankfully you had kept a few dresses at Sadies apartment, and she picked the one that you both knew Charles would love.

“Dude you look so hot!” Sadie squeals out after you walked out into the living room in your black dress, hair and makeup completed. “Thanks, you look good too, cute top” You say with a soft smile, Sadie pairing a risky top with some pants.

Sadie gives you a reassuring smile, knowing you still feel upset. “Lets just go out and try to have some fun, yeah?” Sadie says, linking her arm with you, leading the two of you out of her apartment and onto the streets of Monaco.

“Wait..did you tell Charles I was with you?” You ask as you and Sadie walk side by side, you glance over to her, and see a grin on her face, giving you the answer you were looking for.

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y/n: dressing for revenge

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francisca.cgomes gorgeous gorgeous girl 😍

y/n all you kika 🫶

charles_leclerc 😍😍❤️

user why is he still liking her posts???

user23 he's probably in denial

user198 team y/n 4 life

user2330 honestly she probably deserved it

lilymhe I have such a beautiful girlfriend

y/n thank you love 🫶

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sadie.collins LOVE LOVE LOVE

y/n ♥️♥️

You scoff to yourself, turning off your phone after scrolling through more of the comments from the post Sadie made off your phone.

You look around the club Sadie wanted to go to, it wasn’t all that bad, fun lighting, a nice bar and areas to sit.

Which was what you were doing, sulking off in a corner, sitting in a booth as you nurse your gin-tonic.

You would be having fun if Charles was with you, but he wasn’t. Letting out one more sigh you rub a hand over your face. Taking a deep breath, you finish off the rest of your drink and search for Sadie amongst the rest of the people in the club.

You find her near the bar, flirting up some random guys for drinks. Placing a hand against her back you give her a soft smile, averting eyes from the two guys she was talking to.

“Oh perfect! Adam, Lucas, this is Y/n my friend I was talking about!” Sadie says with a smile, handing you a shot of vodka.

“Oh aren’t you that Ferrari drivers girlfriend?” Lucas, you assume, asks. He’s tall, dark hair, tanned skin with dark eyes. You roll your eyes at his question.

Taking the shot down you hold back the grimace, “Not at the moment, no” You finally reply back with a smirk.

Knowing you caught the attention of him after he looks you up and down, handing you another shot, he wraps his arm around your waist, making you want to throw up.

“Let’s go party then” He whispers into your ear with a grin, which causes you to hold back a grimace.

You let out another groan, clutching your stomach as you vomit more into the toilet, Sadie holding back your hair as the pounding music from the club drowns out your gagging.

Feeling yourself sober up you move up off of the ground, groaning again as you flush the toilet. "You all good now?" Sadie asks, unlatching the door to the bathroom stall and moving to wash her hands and check her makeup in the mirror.

"Yeah..yeah, I'll be okay" You respond, rising off your hands and touching up your makeup. Leaning down into the sink you rinse out your mouth too.

You hear Sadie mumble out something with hot guys and drinks, then before you know it you're alone in the bathroom.

With a sigh you lean against the sink, checking Instagram you could feel the throw up come back once again.

Instagram

sadie.collins story

charles_leclerc replied to the story

charles_leclerc who the hell is that guy on Y/n?

sadie.collins now you know how she feels

charles_leclerc when I get there she better be far away from him

You quickly refresh Instagram, checking if this was real or you were dreaming. Thankfully Sadie had deleted it off of her story.

Then you check Twitter, letting out a sigh as it looks like no one had seen it, or at least posted about it.

Sadie rushes into the bathroom and grabs your arm, yanking you out of the room and back into the club, rushing through the people.

“We have to go” She says, her eyes traveling around the club rapidly.

“Why-“ You ask, trying to keep up with her, but then you finally realized why, or more so saw why.

Charles Leclerc was standing only four feet in-front of you with a look of pure rage on his face.

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radio: Hope the second part was a good read, it took me all day to finish it!! Hopefully start working on the third part when I have the time 💙💙 !! This was not proof-read !! (please leave any thoughts, feedback and comments!)

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httpdwaekki · 3 months

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bad day | s.c.

summary: you messed up at work, leading to an anxiety filled, draining day but luckily your beautiful boy is there to make it all better.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: not proofread, lots too many of pet names, nudity (nothing sexual), mentions of anxiety and dissociation, pure fluff. lmk if i missed any.

a/n: v self indulgent because i fucked up at work a few days ago and have been anxious and need some good ole binnie fluff in my life. i haven't written in a while so feedback is always appreciated. love u, drink ur water, take ur medicine and remember ur loved <3

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(pictures not mine! credits to owner)

to say you were having a bad day would be an understatement. you were tired, you were grumpy, and didn’t feel good. but it all came crumbling down the moment you realized you had missed an important deadline for work. you misread the date for an important project, which meant you had to send in it yesterday and not today.

you were defeated. you wanted to go home and curl up into a soft blanket and shut the world out. but unfortunately you had to finish out an anxiety riddled work day, waiting for your boss to come in and berate you. luckily that never came but it didn’t stop the side comments from your coworkers, about how much of a headache you’ve caused. you finished your work day but the anxiety never left.

you’ve never driven home faster, just wanting to shower and cuddle with your boyfriend and forget about your day. as you opened the door to your apartment, you kicked off your shoes, threw down your work bag and leaned against the door, letting out a sigh of relief.

“jagiya?” you had to keep your tears at bay, just hearing his voice after the day you’d had, made you crumble. you make your way to the living room where you find your boyfriend in sweats and a t-shirt, hair in its natural, slightly disheveled state and glasses, slightly slipping off his nose.

you couldn’t stop the pout from forming before dropping yourself next to him, shoving your upper body into him. “yah! jagi, what’s wrong?” he asks, confused by your sudden move and mood. you just shake your head, burying yourself further into him. he understands immediately, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head.

“okay, jagi, okay, it’s okay.” he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on your back. you two sit like this for a while, him whispering sweet nothings, pressing kisses anywhere he could reach. once he felt you relax a bit, he pressed a long kiss to your hair before pulling back a bit. “bunny?” he moves his hand to the nape of your neck. “can you look at me for a second please?”

you sniffle before wiping your eyes, moving so you were sitting in front of him on his lap, legs resting on either side of him. his hands drop to your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs. you start playing with the hem of his shirt, just collecting your thoughts.

“what’s going on, hm?” he taps your chin lightly, “ what’s got my jagi so upset?” you sigh, finally glancing up to meet his eyes. “i just had a really bad day.” you mumbled, fiddling with the hem of his shirt once more. “oh, bunny.” he coos, placing his hand on your cheek, wiping a stray tear because gently caressing the soft skin.

“do you wanna talk about it?” he asked softly. you shook your head, “i just want cuddles and maybe a nap.” he nodded, “okay sweet girl. come on then.” he slowly scoots to the edge, “ wrap your legs around me, sweet girl.” he whispered, tapping your thighs. you wrapped your legs around his torso, before wrapping your arms around his neck, shoving your face in his neck.

“good job baby, you ready?” he asks, placing his hands under your thighs. you nod against him, tighten your limbs wrapped around him. he effortlessly stands up, adjusting slightly before making way to your shared bedroom.

once in the room, he gently lays you on the bed. “i’m gonna get you something comfy to wear, okay baby?” you nod, reluctantly letting go of him. you grab a blanket, hugging it, waiting for his return.

minutes pass, you feel yourself dissociate before your beautiful boy appears in front of you with shorts and your (his) favorite hoodie. he places the articles on the bed before sitting in front of you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. snapping you back to reality, looking at him, a small smile forming on his face. “hi my baby.” he whispers, thumb gently caressing your cheek. your eyes soften looking back at him, “hi.” you mumbled back.

“i’m gonna help you get changed, okay?” you nodded, gently grabbing the hand on your cheek, kissing the palm, a token of your gratitude. he smiles, rubbing your cheek, kissing your forehead, standing up.

“i’m gonna take off your shirt. okay?” you nod, putting your hands up. he grabs the hem of your shirt, bringing it up and over your head. “do you want me to take your bra off too, baby?” you nod, reaching behind to undo the clasp. he grabs the straps, pulling it from your body, giving each shoulder a peck.

“my beautiful girl.” he mumbled, kissing your cheek before grabbing the hoodie, slipping it over your head, letting you slip your arms through the sleeves. “do you want shorts or no?” he asked holding them for you to see. you pondered for a second before shaking your head no. he nodded, putting the shorts back on the bed, before lightly tapping your thigh, “stand up for me bunny.” you stand up, pulling the sleeves over your hands.

changbin makes quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping your itchy jeans, leaning down to pull them down gently. you place your sleeve covered hands on his shoulders to stable yourself as you step out of the uncomfortable material. he lays the jeans to the side for him to deal with later.

he places a soft kiss on each thigh on his way back up. he reaches behind you, moving the soft blankets, to give you space to slip under them. “come on, jagiya.” he says softly, watching you make home under the covers. he pulls the covers up to your chin, tucking you in before placing a callused hand on your cheek, stroking it a few times before placing a loving kiss on your forehead.

you let out a sigh of relief, feeling the anxiety leaving your body little by little. he pulls away, grabbing the shorts and your work clothes from the day, making his way to your closet, throwing the clothes in the laundry baskets and placing the shorts back in their place.

he walks back over to his side of the bed, repeating the same process with the blankets before pulling you into his chest. you relax into his chest as he wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. you place a soft kiss over his heart, as a silent thank you for taking care of you.

“i don’t know what happened,” he starts softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “but whatever it was, i hope you know how proud i am of you and love you no matter what. you put your all into what you do and i know you and i know you’re beating yourself about it but please don’t” he pauses.

“ i know it’s easier said than done but fuck baby, i hate seeing you tear yourself down. you work so hard, and you never give yourself a break and it breaks my heart.” you feel the familiar lump begin to form once more. you shake your head before covering your face with your hands, before shoving it back into his chest.

“i just feel so stupid and defeated.” you cried. you feel him tightened his arms around you, one arm around you back, the other cradling the back of your neck. “baby you’re not stupid, please never say that again.” he places a kiss on your hair. “you’re the smartest, most intelligent person i’ve ever met.”

you shook your head, pulling away slightly, before taking a breath. “what’s going on, what happened today?” he asked softly, wiping your tears. “i fucked up.” you whispered. “i thought i had another day for my project but it was due yesterday.” you explained, playing with strings of your hoodie. “my boss is upset, everyone’s mad at me, they keep making side comments about how i’ve caused a headache and it’s all too much.” you roll onto your back, looking up at the ceiling, trying to stop your tears.

“baby.” you don’t move, scared of what he’s gonna say next. “baby, look at me.” you turn head to face him, tears glistening on your eyelashes. “ you are not stupid. you are human and you made an honest mistake, okay?.” he paused, waiting for you to respond.

you nodded. “and you know what, fuck your coworkers and your boss, they’re all bitch made and complain about the stupidest things anyway.” you giggled, covering your face once more..

“shut up, bin.” you laughed. “no no no, i just got you smiling again, don’t hide from me.” he joked, grabbing your hands, revealing your smiling, tear-stained face. “there she is.” he cooed. you blushed looking up at him, suddenly tugging im down to you. “yah!” he exclaimed, giggling with you.

you hugged him tight, his arms coming to do the same. you shove your face into his neck, staying there for a moment before placing a kiss there. “thank you, bubba,” you murmured into his skin. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” squeezing him one more time before feeling him pull away.

you let him go, arms resting on his biceps, looking at each other for a moment. he then starting smothering your face in kisses causing you to giggle once more. “binnie! oh my god, please.” you say laughing pushing him back.

“okay okay, i’m sorry i just wanted to hear you laugh again.’ he conceded.”but seriously, you never have to thank me for that, it’s what i’m here for, okay?” you smiled and nodded. “good, now naptime for my favorite sleepy girl.” he said before giving you a kiss followed by a loud “muah!” laying down, pulling you into him again.

you settle against his chest once more, feeling lighter and tired. “i love you so much my sweet, smart girl, never forget that.” you blush, kissing his heart once more. “i love you too binnie, more than you know..” a light smile, gracing your face once more as you feel yourself falling into dreamland, in the arms of your favorite boy.

a/n: ngl i got lost in the sauce and it was taking too long to finish this so i kinda rushed the ending but i'll try to revisit it when i proofread it to improve it :)

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heaven4lostgirls · 7 months

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hope (S.R)

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warning: angst, a little bit of comfort.

summary: the aftermath of reader leaving steve gives him clarity and has them both realizing that he needs to work harder to gain his girl back.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: I am so sorry this took so long to come out, I’ve been swamped with uni work but I’m so happy you guys liked part 1, I will probably post a part 3 to this, which other characters do you ship reader with??? Steve is looking at some competition soon!

part 1 , part 2, part 3

tags: @nouk1998, @spngingerbread21, @blackhawkfanatic, @immyowndefender (if I wasn't able to tag you that means your tags don't work!)

Steve,

If you’re reading this, then you have realised I’m not staying in the tower anymore. Tony helped set me up in safe house for the next few weeks, I can’t stay here. You chose Sharon over me Steve and you must know that I can’t stay with someone who would choose another woman over me.

I need you to know that although it’s been hard for me to accept it, I understand. It’s not okay that you chose to leave without talking to me, but I understand if she is who you want okay? I am so grateful to have spent the last 3 years by your side, but I can no longer watch on from the sidelines as you look at her like how you used to look at me.

When I come back, hopefully I’ll be ready to talk, but I am asking you that if you ever held any form of love and respect for me, to give me this time to heal.

Thank you, Steve, for everything,

y/n.

Steve crumples your handwritten letter in his hand, the paper squashed in the palm of his hands as he throws back the bourbon in his glass. His eyes are red rimmed and his face unshaven. He has been a mess since you left a week ago, unable to move from his room, and spending his time rereading your letter hoping that he could find some small sign that you still loved him, still wanted him.

He was unaccustomed to this feeling of pain, when he got out of the ice, he assumed the pain of knowing that he had missed his time with Peggy was truly the worst form of torture but the agony of once having your love and affection and having it so brutally stripped from him, may just be at the top of his list.

He sighs as he uncrumples the paper to place it on his desk as he moves to lay back in his bed, he had been part of a repetitive cycle for the last week, working purely on survival mode before he’s interrupted by a soft knock on his door.

He knows better than to feel excited at the small hope of it being you however he knows that it’s Bucky and Sam checking up on him and bringing him food before they annoy him into getting into the shower. He can’t stand the look of pity in their eyes as they hand him his food, so he slams the door shut as soon as he gets it, placing it on his desk, he moves to the bathroom.

He turns the shower head all the way to cold, hoping it will bring some shock into his system, however because of his super soldier abilities, his immune system is fried and numb to the coldness of the water.

His eyes burn as tears roll down his face, sobs wrack his body as he pounds his fist into the wall in front of me which breaks at the force of his strength. He hears the door quietly open before he feels Bucky’s metal arm tugging him from under the water into a towel.

This has happened nearly everyday for the last 3 days, sometime on the first day, Steve had stopped acting like you abrupt leaving hadn’t affected him and broke down during his training session, to which Bucky had been helping him through his depressed state however all he ever really wanted was you.

“I want her back” Steve sobs into Bucky’s clothed shoulder as he feels his friend cooing and soothing him like a baby before he is gently placed on his bed. His body shakes with his painful sobbing as he feels Bucky rubbing his back. “I know Stevie, I know” Bucky sighs as he tucks Steve in after he exhausts himself from crying.

Meanwhile you haven’t been doing any better, your mental health slowly deteriorating at the acceptance of the end of your relationship with Steve. You had known somewhere deep down that throughout the past month whenever you had caught Steve looking at Sharon that this was the beginning of the end.

However now it was time for you to face the reality of the situation, you may have spent the last week crying your eyes out at sad romance films with ice-cream and chocolate but you knew that enough was enough, you needed to talk with Steve and hear what he had wanted to say the day you left.

Running from your problems was not the best solution however you knew realistically you did not have the mental capacity to hear whatever Steve had to say and that it would only end up doing more harm than good considering how high strung you both were about the whole situation.

Now, as you step off the quinjet, you are greeted with Bucky’s genuine yet sorrowful smile. “Hi Buck” you greeted softly as you stood awkwardly, worrying if you could still hug him even though you knew he probably spent the last week comforting your ex-boyfriend. Not than you could blame him, they had been friends for far longer than the both of you.

Bucky just rolled his eyes before his smile widened as he pulled you into a tight hug, you breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into your friend. Your moment was interrupted by a loud voice chiming in from behind the both of you.

“Y/N!!!!” you and Bucky both separate, you with a look of amusement and Bucky with a look of annoyance. Peter’s joyful gaze found yours as he sprinted towards you. “I knew when you didn’t respond to the meme I sent you this morning, something was up!” he said excitedly as he spins you in a hug as a laugh bubbles out of you.

“Hey kid, yeah I was on a flight back from South Africa” you smile and separate from him before you see his joyful gaze darken at something behind you.

“Y/N.” you hear softly from behind you, and you freeze.

You turn around and place a polite smile on your face, not quite ready for the conversation ahead.

“Steve” you say and nod at him, he moves as though he’s going to hug you but thinks again and moves back and you’re somewhat grateful, you don’t think you’d be able to compose yourself.

You all stand in awkward silence for a bit before you break it, “I should uh” you gesture inside and he nods before he opens his mouth, “Can I help with your bags?” he asks nervously.

You were hoping to have a few minutes to compose yourself, but Steve is probably right to get the conversation out of the way.

As you both walk through the tower, you realise how quiet it is and make note to thank everyone for steering clear of the both of you.

As you both reached your old room since you had been sharing with Steve, you place you bag down before you turn to Steve who is standing sadly outside your room. “You can come in” you tease him and that snaps him out of his mood as he moves to sit at the desk in front of your bed and you sit on your bed.

“So” you both start before you motion to Steve to carry on.

“I love you y/n, I don’t want this to be the end, can we please work on this? I promise I’ll do better, and I won’t choose Sharon over you ever again.” He rushes out in what you assume is an attempt to stop the inevitable.

You smile at him in pity and before you can start talking you see him shaking his head as tears fill his eyes. “Steve, if you really wanted me as bad as you say you do, where was all this attention and affection this last month? Why did it take me leaving for you to realise how badly you fucked up?” you question and watch as he breaks in front of you.

The last week must have been hell for him, the same way the last month was for you.

“Please just let me try y/n, let me try please” he pleads as he moves from sitting in the small chair to kneeling before you as he grasps your hands.

You move your hands to grasp his face as you wipe his tears.

“Love, I will always love you but you need to realise how hard it was for me to sit here on standby every time you left me for Sharon, I need to choose myself for once” you confess and Steve sobs into your legs as you thread your hands through his hair as you try and calm him down.

You watch as Steve tries to compose himself in front of you before he looks into your eyes in determination. “I’m going to prove it to you” he says seriously, and you nod to placate him before he shakes his head in protest. “No, you don’t understand, I am going to prove to you how much you mean to me y/n” he says and some part of you is hopeful he tries as hard as he says he’s going to be this time.

“I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to make it up to me Steve, you’re going to have to work for it” you say, and he deflates but nonetheless nods in understanding, realistically he acknowledges that he deserved worse treatment. He just can’t stand the idea of you finding love and connection with someone that isn’t him.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 11 months

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𝐅𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 • 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑌: {Smut Request}You’re about to go to bed. Kylian is needy, but you’re a little apprehensive because you’re on your period. Kylian doesn’t mind, and he convinces you into having raw period sex. There’s a first time for everything.

The day was finally to end, you couldn’t be more excited. You laid in bed, nose deep in your book as you waited for kylian to come out into the bedroom.

Since your back was to the door, you heard Kylian walk into the room rather than see him. You felt the bed dip behind you singling that kylian has finally got in it. You shut your book placing it on the nightstand.

You were about to say something to kylian, but your words were stolen when you felt his soft lips on your neck.

“Need you, mi amor.” His hands snaked around your body to under your shirt. You felt him squeeze your boobs. You squeezed your legs together as you felt yourself pulse from his touch.

You so badly wanted kylian to fuck you senseless, but unfortunately you had started your period a few days ago which meant you were bleeding a lot.

“kylian I can’t.”

His kissing didn’t stop on your neck.

“I’m on my period.”

Kylian stops, “I don’t care.” He whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine. “I can still fuck you.”

“kylian that’s messy.”

You felt kylian chuckle against your neck. “We have a shower..”

You turn your head looking into his brown eyes. He raised his eyebrows at you hoping you would take up his offer.

You laughed. “Ok fine.” You pull the blanket off getting out of bed. Kylian does the same, racing to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

You laughed as you walk into the bathroom. One by one you pull off your clothes, tossing them on the floor, until you were bare you slip under the water letting it engulf you.

Kylian wasn’t far behind. After taking off his sweats he slip in to the shower. The moment the shower door closed his lips were on yours.

A moan escaped your throat as kylian hands grabs your waist. You could feel his boner against your lower stomach.

Your hand guided down kylian lower ab slowly, and stopped just above his cock. Kylian grunted making you smirk against his lips.

Kylian pulled away from your lips, His hand wraps lightly around your neck as he spoke. “You’re a fucking tease. Turn around.”

You turn around like kylian said, now facing the shower door that was already fogging up.

Kylian hand goes back to your waist. He pulls your ass up against his crotch. A wicked grin graced your face as You intentionally grind against him.

“Ky, I thought you wanted to fuck me so bad. What’s taking you so long?”

You turned your head looking over your shoulder at him.

“you’re so impatient.” He says with an eye roll.

Kylian takes his cock in his hand. He places the tip at your hole for a second, then pushing into your tight cunt slowly so he can savor the feeling of him stretching you.

“Fuck.” You moan, hands pressing up against the glass as he got deeper in you.

His grip on your waist was tight as he hissed. Kylian pulled out of you before driving back into you.

The sound of your moan fills the shower up right along with the sound of your skin meeting. Kylian kept plunging into you. You felt heavenly making him throw his head back and grunt.

“Fuck! Cette chatte est incroyable!” (this pussy is amazing.)

You had no idea what he just said. Partially because you didn’t understand french and the other part because he was fucking you so good.

The head of his cock brushed over your g spot now making you whine.

“Kylian.. shit, baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah you’re going to cum Ma fille?” kylian let go of your waist with one hand and brings it to your clit. He draws circles over it.

“jouis pour moi jolie fille. Je veux t'entendre. Jouis sur ma bite." (cum for me pretty girl. I wanna hear you. Cum on my cock)

A gasped followed by a moan left your mouth as you came. You tried your best to keep yourself up against the shower door as kylian keep thrusting in and out of you.

He didn’t stop until he shoot his load into you with a heavy pant. "Putain, mon amour.”

You and Kylian took a moment to catch your breaths.

When you were both ready, kylian pulled out of you. You whimpered at the lost contact.

You and kylian stayed in the sho washing off. When finished, you both slipped out and put on some fresh sleeping clothes.

The clock read 12am when you slipped under the blanket again, getting cozy against kylian. “I had a fun night.” You mumbled. Your eyes were shut since sleep was taking over you.

Kylian chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I know.”

“Maybe we can do that again tomorrow.”

“Maybe. Now get some sleep Amour.”

My writing is getting so bad. Sorry if this sucks, I got brain fog

Also I got my Masterlist finished. Just going to write a couple more request

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droopycoquette · 2 years

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Taken Care Of || Peter Ballard x reader

Summary: After you escape with Peter, he makes sure that you’re thoroughly cared for, as well as properly clean.

Warnings: Dark!peter, softdom!peter, ddlg themes, use of a shower head, soft aftercare, dub-con, fem!reader

Word count: 1.8k

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Blood. Its scent traveled up your nose and found a home in your brain, it caked itself in streaks on your face and arms, crinkling every time you moved. You were paralyzed as Peter walked with you in his arms, the sight of broken bones and bruises forever etched into your memory.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered to the lost souls of that night, not knowing that Peter was listening to you.

“There’s no need to be sorry, my dear, because of you we have our freedom and they don’t have to suffer anymore,” he smiled, finally setting you down. “I’m so grateful to you.”

You were warmed by his praises and looked down at the ground with a smile on your face. He brought his hands to your face and softly smiled before kissing your forehead, he relished in the softness of your skin and the comfort you gave him.

“Let’s go, my love,” he said as he motioned to you to follow him.

As you continued you came across a house on the edge of a lake, it was huge and you gawked at its size.

“What are you waiting for,” he asked quietly.

“This is yours,” you gaped, still in shock.

“Ours,” he corrected, picking you up again and walking towards the house.

As he passed by a shed, the smell of blood was strong again before it vanished. You crinkled your nose and looked up at Peter.

“What was that?”

“What,” he answered, confused.

“That smell.”

“I didn’t smell anything, my love, it might be your brain playing tricks on you. After all, you’re probably tired, it’s been a long day,” Peter assessed.

You nodded in understanding before relaxing in his arms, the steady thumping of his heartbeat put your mind at ease and practically sent you to sleep. The porchlight of the house shined on your face and a feeling of excitement entered your body as Peter opened the door.

“Welcome home, my dear,” Peter said blissfully.

You giggled and scrambled to get down so you could explore.

“Where do you think you’re going? We have to get you clean, you’re absolutely filthy as am I,” he chastised before holding out his hand.

You cautiously took it and followed him up the stairs to a room with a sink and large glass doors.

“What’s this,” you asked as you had never seen anything like it before.

“This is a shower,” he grinned pointing at the corner behind the glass.

Peter chuckled lightly at your confusion. Back at the lab, when it was time to shower the girls and the boys were split up and taken to a shower room that looked like it came from prison, the showers had a button that they would press and lukewarm water would shoot out of the nozzle in five-minute increments. So, he understood your confusion.

For the next couple of minutes, he explained how the shower worked, how if the nob was turned to the left the water would be cold and if it was turned to the right it’d be hot. When the water came out of the shower head, it scared you, making Peter laugh. The pressure of the water soon excited you and you were pushing Peter out so you could hop in.

As soon as Peter was out of the bathroom, you rid yourself of your filthy hospital gown, watching it pool at your feet, before carefully stepping into the shower. The heat of the water surprised you, you had never felt anything more delightful. The dirt and blood that had caked itself onto your skin slowly began to loosen and go down the drain.

“Somebody's certainly enjoying themselves.”

Snapping your head to the source of the sound, you found Peter on the other side of the glass.

“What are you doing,” you asked, embarrassed that you hadn’t noticed him before. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

As you were speaking, Peter began to undress, slowly revealing a mass of pale skin with toned muscles underneath.

“How could I leave a defenseless little girl alone, what kind of caretaker would that make me?”

That silenced you and you began to turn your focus on the water and closed your eyes, returning to the feeling of contentment, now mixed with a growing sense of nervousness. The heat of the water relaxed your aching muscles and warmed you to your core, it took away the bad memories and made them seem like one big bad dream. The hot waterfall took you to different places in your mind, visions of you and peter together having a picnic or just cuddling clouded your head.

You were taken out of your head when you felt something on your skin, quickly opening your eyes you turned around and saw Peter behind you holding a sudsy loofah to your left shoulder and massaging it, moving it down your arm, making sure everything was covered in white bubbles. You stayed deathly still, not understanding the affection he was giving you or how you were supposed to respond.

The loofah trailed to your torso before coming up in between your breast and over the right one, slightly catching on your nipple causing a jolt of electricity to run through your spine. The same thing happened when he ran the loofah over your left nipple. You began to feel a weird sensation forming in your stomach, causing you to shift from one foot to another.

“Are you alright, my love,” Peter asked, voicing his faux concern.

“Yes,” you answered, swallowing thickly. “Of course.”

He let out a soft, ‘Hmm,” before continuing down to wash your hips, scrubbing down to your calves then back up to your hips. You felt shy and the sense of confusion still hung over your head. Looking down, you saw his wet curls and pieces of hair sticking to his neck, you saw your legs covered in bubbles and the dried blood slowly disappearing completely.

Your heartbeat was rising steadily as he rose back up to his full height, reaching up to grab the shower head off the wall. Bringing the nozzle to your shoulders to rinse off the suds, then to your front, and finally down to your hips and legs. The heat of the water had turned parts of his skin red but he didn’t seem to mind and before you knew it all the bubbles had been rinsed off.

“All done,” you asked in a hopeful tone, wishing to go to bed.

“Not quite, sweetness,” he smiled, warmth surrounding his body, not from the water but from the look on your face, your eyes wide in wonder. “We still have one more thing to clean.”

Trailing the nozzle to your stomach and going down. He moved his leg in-between yours to spread them.

“I bet this is dirty,” he chastised.

“No, it's not,” you choked, your cheeks warming at the indecent position you were in.

“Have you ever washed it properly,” he countered, a dangerous edge in his voice.

You were silent and your cheeks couldn’t have been hotter.

“You need to let me take care of you darling,” he explained with a kiss to your forehead as the water hit your core directly.

Your abdomen clenched at the sudden onslaught of ecstasy. You didn’t understand it. Your hand flew to Peter’s free hand which was on your hip. You threw your head onto his shoulder and closed your eyes in an effort to ground yourself, flashes of white and dots of black clouded your vision. Your eyes opened again when you felt Peter’s lips on your cheek.

“You’re doing so good darling,” his soft voice breaking through the static in your head.

“It feels weird,” you gasp.

“That means it's working,” he explained, he loved the feeling of your body on his, fully relying on him and no one else. “You like it don’t you? You haven’t washed it in a long time so we have to make sure it’s clean. A princess can’t be dirty, now can she?”

You shook your head, aiming to prevent the vulgar sounds that tried to leave your mouth. You turned your head, wanting to hide away in the crook of Peter’s neck.

“There’s no need to be shy,” Peter chuckled. “After all, we’re just cleaning it.”

You whined and began to squirm, causing Peter to tighten his hold on you. Feeling the water continue to hit your clit, you flexed your thighs and then your abdomen, feeling pleasure surge through every bone in your body. Your gasps and moans continued to get higher and higher and Peter loved them, he basked in the pleasure he was giving you, and hearing your blissful voice was the most gratifying thing on the planet. After years of enduring the stolen glances and not being allowed to touch you, he finally got to indulge himself a little.

“Peter, something’s happening,” you cried feeling the coil in your stomach tighten even more.

“That’s good,” he smiled softly, kissing your neck. “Don’t fight it, let it happen.”

Your grip on his wrist tightened, and a buzz entered your head before heaven crashed down on you. Pleasure turned your body to liquid and Peter had to tighten his grip on you so you didn’t fall.

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear, praising you and sending shivers down your spine. “That felt good didn’t it?”

You nodded slowly, feelings of sleepiness seeping in.

“That’s called cumming,” he smiled, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a fluffy towel. “Good girls can cum anytime they want, with permission of course.”

Peter knew that all this information was going through one ear and tumbling out the other, your droopy eyes said that much. Wrapping in the towel and carrying you to your room, Peter laid you on the bed and grabbed a bottle of lotion.

“Darling? Are you still with me?”

You nodded slowly, still drifting away.

“I love you,” he sang as massaged the lotion into your skin, starting with your legs.

“I love you too,” you yawned.

Peter cooed at your naked form, loving how dumb you got. He looked forward to the future and couldn't wait to see how whiny and babbly you would get on his cock. He continued to massage the lotion into your skin, which only helped you fall into a deep slumber. He lathered up some more of the lotion and rubbed it onto your tummy, then over your breasts, making sure that every inch of skin was covered.

Finally, after massaging the lotion into your arms he was done. You had long fallen asleep and were blissfully letting out tiny snores. Peter kissed your forehead before moving you under the covers, he had decided that you would just sleep without clothes, after all, he was tired too.

“Good night, my love,” he smiled kissing your shoulder. “Sleep well.”

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missbunnybunny · 10 months

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" Miguel Look . At . Me ”

⚚ This story had been in my Draft for a while, I wasn't sure if I should post it or not. But here ya go. It a LONG reading!⚚ 🚩 cws: cursing, yelling, gore, suggestive, slightly, proofread but don't count me on that. Enjoy! Miguel O'Hara x Special Spider-Women. This is a y/n story hopefully by the end it's well written. There is Spanish in this story. Plz enjoy and I hope you all liked it.

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However, for us to get here, we must first go back a few hours. The weather had been miserable for a few days already, so it was not your week. You had very little chance of escaping without taking a direct hit from a bucket of liquid sky bullets. Less deadly rain was falling, and it was turning into a lovely, soft drizzle. Your little sister kept pleading, "Please, can we go play? I'll behave. " delivering her best puppy eyes. Despite being aware of what she was doing, you fell for it.

Putting your phone down and sighing, you turned to face her. She had been begging to play outdoors in the rain for the last ten minutes. As much as Jay was annoying you, he also enjoyed rainy days. "plz y/n. It would be exciting. " Jay talked to you from the left. You ruddered your templé and muttered, "Didn't I tell you to quit coming up in front of Liz?" "No lo regañes!"Liz commanded. You'll never understand how your 5-year-old sister didn't run away from the symbiote. Really, kids are odd.

Jay had unexpectedly entered your life. You got your ass beat while fighting a bad guy, yet you still won. You had been a spider woman for nine years, and every battle taught you something new. One of these lessons from six years ago was to never, I repeat, never, fight in the presence of a crazed old guy! The senile old guy was restrained by the time the struggle was over. Glass was all throughout the place, with liquid green and other multicolored pieces on the ground. You created a terrible mess, slightly horrified that if your mother had seen this if it had been your room, you would get an ass whooping. however, it was not your mess. When you reach out to shoot your web, a quick, sharp pain struck you in the back.

You spun around to confront whoever did this but couldn't find anyone. You concluded it was back discomfort, went home, had a shower, and went to bed because the old guy was still chained up, and the room was empty. waking up the following morning to a slimy-looking monster in black and crimson, staring you in the face. That being was now giving me a puppy-dog expression. "Esta bien!" while raising your hands. "You win. Get ready." < fine> After 20 minutes, everyone was prepared and ready to leave.

Grading your keys and phone, you left the apartment turning around to lock the door. Liz was standing next to you in her favorite raincoat. It was clear with cats sprinted on the design. Yours, on the other hand, was a hooded cyberpunk long cape raincoat in black and white. The second you both were outside, Liz started to jump into the puddles. She was having fun while I was taking a video of her to show Mom later.

Speaking of Mom, she was calling me. Asking me how our play date was going. " va bien, ma. Se está portando bien." < everything's good, ma. She's behaving well> You turned around to see she was still playing. "Si, mami. La Quiero adiós."< Yes, Mom. Love you, bye.> You ended the call and turned around to see some sort of portal take your sister. You dropped your phone and jumped right into the portal. Jay is grading your phone on the way down. Landing in an empty hallway, no little sister in sight. Spidy sense going absolutely crazy, Jay growling as he spoke, "Smells like more of you, think their nice?" You scoffed a little," you bite, so we're good, " you told him.

After walking for what felt like forever. Finally you saw the light of a bigger space, you saw a sea of spider people. You looked at them wide-eyed and mouth agap, and they stopped what they were doing to stare right back at you. "Uhh, hi." You smiled, fans slight poking out. Jay manifested on your shoulder, looking at them. Before anyone could move to get you, you had glitched right out of there.

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"Ow, ow eso duele." < Ow, ow that hurts.> Liz rubbed her behind and murmured." Where are we, Hermana?" < Sister> She turned to look, but she couldn't find her big sister. Standing up, she set out on a quest to find an adult and ask them for assistance. While moving, She checked each open door to see whether anyone was around. She approached a door, knocked a few times, and waited for it to open. The door was opened by a huge, extremely tall man who was glaring aggressively from side to side. Still staring at him, she timidly said, "Hola, hi, can you help me." Children do think grownups are tall.

He noticed a young child with an umbrella and raincoat as he looked down. He questioned what a child was doing here. He asked, "What's your name, Niña?" < kid> "My family and friends call me Liz, but my name is Eliza." She gave him a smiling face. "What's your name, mister?" Liz questioned. He said, squeezing the bridge of his nose as he anticipated getting a headache, "Miguel O'Hara." He saw the little girl enter the room and was shocked that she didn't immediately start touching everything. He sensed her staring a hole through the back of his head after five minutes. He gave her a raised eyebrow and silently prompted her to continue.

"Your suit looks like sis, but hers is cooler," she said playing with her umbrella from where she had taken a seat. Miguel froze, his mouth slightly wide as he stared at her. He said, "What does your sister's suit look like?" Liz smiles as she starts to explain, her eyes glinting. She wears a black mask with a crimson inside. She wears a hood that is black on the outside and crimson inside with a white lining. Oh, her mask only covers her eyes, not her entire face. she wears a stylish cyberpunk jacket that hides her mouth. It has a glitchy spider with a heart for a head, and it is black with a crimson lining. Also, her pants have several pockets with zippers in black and red. black Snickers with a bottom color of crimson. She grinned while panting, I helped her design it. "

The child responded with a shake of the head in the negative when a holographic woman asked her, "Did you even breathe?." He thought to himself, "Can kids talk so much without breathing." But thanks to her eager and thorough explanation, he now knew where on earth she was from. Although it sounded like earth-xxx, he still had to determine how she entered his world. Lyla and Liz were having fun. the lady abruptly appeared in front of Miguel. A spider person wearing a cyberpunk raincoat with a symbiote had entered the mess hall, they glitched just as soon as they appeared and disappeared.

Liz jumped up onto her feet and excitedly spoke, "That y/n my big sis. Vino por mí." < She came to get me.> Now Miguel had another problem on his hand you! Liz ran towards the door in front of him before he could take another step. She stumbled and nearly fell face-first to the ground, forcing Miguel to grab her hand. It was amusing to observe Miguel clutching the hand of an adorable kid who was carrying an umbrella while wearing a raincoat with a cat print. She was a smiling woman with a stylish motorcycle jacket and yellow spectacles, staring down at the small child. The little child hid behind Miguel's leg when she knelt down to talk to the child. As he knelt down next to the girl, Miguel sighed and said quietly, "This is Jess; Ella's una buena persona." < She's a nice person.> He gently persuaded the small kid to shake Jess' hand. The little girl reluctantly shook Jess's hand after looking at Miguel and then at her. Eliza introduced herself before hesitantly moving to Miguel's chest and said, "Hello, my name is Eliza." When Miguel stood up, he was holding Liz in his arm to prevent her from falling and accepting that she wasn't going to let go of his neck.

They encountered several floating passageways while Miguel was narrating to Jess how Liz and her sister Y/n had arrived in this reality. Liz started gushing to Jess about how amazing you were and how she wanted to grow up to be just like her big sister. " But I don't like it when she calls me at weird hours of the night to open the window." Liz sighed. The kids' concerns were teased by Jess, and Liz said, "But, they make it up. I always get some snacks from Jay. " "Who is Jay?" Jess questioned after pausing for a few moments. The young girl hesitated, seemingly recalling something. "Oh, Jay is my sister's symbiote; I should have told you about him. But don't worry, they won't bite. As soon as she finished speaking, Miguel and Jess' spidey senses activated. "Oh, but we bite alright," said a lady in a voice that sounded like it was coming from a doll's voice box.

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" Oh, but we do bite alright," we spoke. Jay wondered who these guys were and why they had his small human friend, and he was on high alert. The huge man in particular felt odd. He smelled like a spider, but he couldn't determine what was in the mix. You questioned, "Who are you?" "Tiny human, are you okay?" said Jay as he suddenly appeared on your shoulder. He reserved a hum from Liz in response. Liz called out from above them, "Am okay, these kind people saved me." As you leaped up to meet them and your sister, you exhaled a breath of relief.

"This is Miguel O'Hara and Jess." You acknowledged Liz's introduction by nodding and telling both. As you took Liz from the tall man named Miguel and said, "Hello, I'm Y/n these ones' big sister, and this is Jay. You had to admit that he had fantastic looks, but that wasn't the goal.

You realized it was 2:30 when you looked at your phone and realized you needed to get home before Mom got home. It means your search for your sister had taken an hour and thirty minutes. Due to traffic, she didn't arrive home until 6 or 7. You were ready to start talking when you heard someone else's stomach gurgling. Liz looked at you shyly and said, "Oops, am hungry." Jay also added his voice, saying, "I agree with the tiny human." You rolled your eyes and chuckled a little. "We have a mess hall; feel free to eat there," replied Jess.

When you arrived, it was the same area you had initially entered when seeking Liz. Jess and Miguel had led the way. but soon after arriving, Miguel went off to his office. Jess advised you not to take it personally since it was simply the way Miguel behaved. You all approached the counter and placed orders. "Please give me 20 chicken nuggets and a large plate of fries," Liz asked. You said, "I'll have a plate of (favorite food) and some lasagna, please." "And I'll have a grape soda and (favorite drink), please," Jay stated. Following the completion and settlement of all orders, Jess took you to a table with a large group of people. Liz carried her food, you carried yours, and Jay held the beverages.

they all waved at Jess and at you once you had fully arrived at their table. They moved over to make some space for you both. You thanked them before taking a seat and placing your plates down. Jess announced that she had to go " enjoy the food, take care." With that, she left the mess hall. " am Hobie, nice to meet you mate." Said the man with a guitar and cool punk style. " am Miles, and this is Gwen," the young man introduced himself and the girl beside him. " And am Pavitr Prabhakar." The last one of the group was introduced. Liz let out a Squeal, " Am Eliza, you're all so cool. Special you Hobie." She commented.

Everyone was eating when a sudden purring sound could be heard. Except for Y/n and Liz, everyone froze. Miles, who was glancing about, questioned, "What was that?" “Oh, that was just Jay, I guess.” Liz moved her plate to you and stated, "Am done," as you continued to eat. When Liz stated that black and crimson liquid came out of your raincoat, you said, "Jay can have the rest. "Don't mind if I do," Jay suggested getting a few chicken nuggets. “That's Jay's sister's symbiote; he enjoys nuggets. Because of that, he purred.” While the other guests at the table were fixated on the new friend, Hobie was the first to say, "That's cool." He stated while gesturing to Jay. Jay commented, "I know”.

"Jay, at least drink something. You're giving me a stomachache," you said as Jay continued to eat endlessly. He was hesitant and downed the grape soda after you reprimanded him. When you sipped your (favorite beverage). Of course, you were eating for two, so when you finished your meal, you felt content. Liz was having fun as Hobie was showing her how to play the guitar and looking at the stickers. When you're having fun, time does fly, as you discovered when you checked your phone at 4 p.m.

You stated, "Can we be taken to Miguel's office, I think it's time for us to go," as you cleaned your plate and disposed of it with the other dirty dishes. Hobie took hold of Liz's hand while the rest of the gang led the route and sometimes talked. Once everyone had come into the room, an older man holding a young child with red hair greeted them. Miles sprang up and said, "Oh, hey Peter," while waving a hand. Gwen exclaimed as she removed her from Peter's head, "Mayday, stop pulling his hair."

Miguel continued to work while staring at the several screens in front of him without turning around. When Liz saw him, she raced and clutched his leg, asking, "Can we go home now?" At last, Miguel turned his head away from what he was doing to look at Liz. True to her claims, a portal opened just a few meters away from Liz when Lyla said, "A portal should be ready in a few seconds." Liz tightly hugged Miguel's leg before releasing her grip and waving goodbye to everyone. A clawed hand grabbed her and pulled her into the portal just as it started to crash before she could scream.

" ELIZA!" You hurried to the portal while yelling in terror only to have it close in your face. You spun around in horror only to see the look on everyone else's face. save for Miguel, who had a contorted expression of rage and fear? Liz was gone, what were you to do? And you have no idea where she may be; is she alright? Is she injured? She had to be located. Miguel continued to type, and eventually, it looked like he had solved the issue since a perfectly shaped portal suddenly appeared next to you. "You should return to your universe. We'll find your sister," Miguel remarked. You headed over to him because you were enraged. Having been recently told to leave your sister by him? Was he crazy? You lowered him to your level by grading his jaw, "Miguel Look. at. me. I came here for Liz and am not leaving without her." You informed him while looking him in the eyes, then released your hold on his face. Jay was experiencing the same level of anxiety as you were by silently pacing back and forth in your head.

Everyone saw the encounter as it took place. To their amazement, Miguel merely let out a sigh and hit a button. They had anticipated Miguel to lash out at you for scolding him for even ordering him. "Your sister was unintentionally sent to this Earth." Your legs quickly carried you there when a gateway popped up next to him. "Thank you," you said to him before briskly moving through it. With the exception of where the city and the forest appeared to meet, it appeared to be your earth. Your spidey sense went off behind you; it was beautiful, but Liz was more crucial. Miguel and the other spider people appeared as you turned to face them.

You puzzledly turned to face them. You didn't expect to see them, so you questioned, "What are you doing here?" "I think that the little lad is cool," Hobie remarked. " We're friends, and friends support one another," Miles and Gwen nodded in agreement as Pavitr Prabhakar made his statement. You turned to face Miguel as he assuredly nodded and continued, "We'll find your sister." You spoke out, "Jay, you know what to do," and maintained a forward gaze. With that, a dark, red liquid began to seep out of your body and completely cover you. You were now dressed in a completely black suit with red eyelining. "Ah, it's wonderful to have control every so often," Jay remarked. He began to smell the air, searching for any traces of Liz. In times of need, having a fairly keen sense of smell was helpful. Once he spotted her, he started to leap. Jay said, "Try not to get left behind you, slowpokes." Jay came to a rest on top of an abandoned factory whose windows were all smashed after swinging from building to building. Jay squats and scans the ground below him. A big Lizard was tying up an unconscious Liz, which they could see.

Miguel was explaining his strategy to safely rescue Liz when Jay rose up and hissed, "Blood." " What did you say?" Miguel questioned. "He made her bleed, and I'm going to kill him," Jay stated before thudding to the floor with a loud THUMP. Miguel merely looked down at Jay before diving down as well. "Huh?" said the man, turning around to face Jay. "You're not Spiderman," said the Lizardman. when he watched more people plunge from the roof. "Give me back the tiny human," Jay commanded. Jay charged towards the Lizarded, punching him in the face before being struck by a Tail. Miles shocked him, while Gwen, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Hobie fired their webs to keep him in place, and Miguel punched the Lizardman in the face. While they were doing this, Jay hurried up to Liz, who appeared to be in good condition, save for a scrape on her left knee. Jay relinquishes the majority of power to Y/n. As you scooped up your sister, you sighed a sigh of relief. As you were doing so, someone yelled your name, "Y/n watch out!" You felt as if your back had been crushed by a sack of boulders, knocking the wind out of you, even though you were still clutching Liz firmly.

There was a terrible humming in your ears. Your head felt literally as though it were submerged in water due to your swelling and impaired eyesight. It was hardly audible and distorted like a damaged radio. A voice yelled out, "/n." Then even another and yet another "y/-". Your name must have been called out by several individuals. Y/N! reverberated in your thoughts as your conscience faded in and out. "Get moving right NOW!" With that, your eyes shot open. The fight was still going on, and you had to keep Liz safe. standing up and wobbling from side to side a little, after a few seconds with the help of Jay's help, you managed to stand up straight. looking to your side, you saw a large pail of (favorite color) web safely covering Liz.

taking a deep breath, you looked at the battle head-on. When you saw there was an opening, you mustered all the strength that you could and ran to the Lizardman. punching him in the face and blasting him throw the wall, leaving him unconscious. " Ah, eso duele como una puta," < Ah, that hurts like a bitch> you remarked while clutching your hand. The trip back to the Spider Society was probably a blur to you because Jay led the entire time. Liz had awoken after having her knee treated; how she had so much enthusiasm, you I'll never know. Your injuries weren't too serious; Jay had healed most of them. Miguel gazed down at Liz with a small smile on his face. " Si sonreíes así más a menudo, no me importaría llevarte a casa conmigo." < if you would smile like that more often, I wouldn't mind taking you home with me.> You gave Miguel a sly grin. Liz said, "Uu, ella está tratando de seducirlo." < Uu, she's trying to seduce him > Laughing her little head off.

Lyla announced that the portal to your world was complete. You had Liz picked up and were ready to head home. Liz murmured something into your ear as the portal opened, and you smiled. "Can you come here, Miguel?" Liz said, inviting him over. The man raised an eyebrow but nevertheless approached her. "Come a little closer," she whispered, causing Miguel to stoop to your height. Liz grinned as you kissed him on the cheek, "Tengo un nuevo tío." < I have a new uncle.>You grinned even wider as you noticed Miguel's cheeks get slightly pinker by the second. " Ay, Que lindo. Bye everyone, see ya next time." < How cute.> You mentioned entering the portal. As the portal finally closed, Liz yelled, "Bye-bye, everyone."

Miguel was rendered speechless as his mind absorbed what had just occurred. Muffled snorting and laughing jolted him out of his stupor, and he spun around, glaring angrily at the perpetrators. "You hear me, not a single word of this to anyone," he warned. "Get out, all of you," Miguel yelled. Hobie said, "I wasn't even here." He headed to the door, followed by the rest of the gang.

It was still softly raining when you exited the portal. It was a nice and much-needed melody. You entered your apartment and opened the door. Liz leaped out of your arms and raced to her room to change into her pajamas and take a bath. You did the same once she was showered and clothed. After a while, the jingling of keys drew your attention. " Ya llegué." <am home> yelled a lady from the front door. " Hola ma, como te fue?" < Hi, Mom. How did it go?> You asked. " Me fue bien, les traje Pizza. Se divirtieron?" < It was fine. I brought you some pizza. Did you have fun?> she asked. " Si, verdad Liz?" < Yes, right, Liz?> Looking at your sister, you said. She leaped and shouted si <Yes> as she held her pizza dish." Eso es bueno, me voy a baña." <That's good, am going to take a bath.> she replied as she exited the room.

"We should do it again!" Liz stated. "The next time you fall, throw a portal," you said with a smile. Make a note of Miguel's phone number." You made a joke poking her nose. She glanced at you and smiled, saying, "On it." You couldn't keep a straight face and burst out laughing. You both had a long day, Jay was out cold. It was interesting. You couldn't wait till your next visit to the spider society. But it would have to wait till you got some much-needed rest after such a long day.

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ot7stan4life · 2 months

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“Maison”

Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1435

Summary: After a concert in your home country, you are reminded of the sacrifices you were forced to make to become an idol and begin to doubt your decision. All it takes is a warm embrace and a few comforting words from one of the women you love to remind you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Warnings: angst, brief implications of homophobia, fluff

The plain hotel room that greeted us when we got back from the concert venue was quiet and dark. I left it that way, just taking a seat in the far corner of the room, letting out a sigh when I was finally off my feet. Without a word, Siyeon slipped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on not long after. For the next fifteen minutes, I stayed there, listening to the muffled sound of running water and allowing my mind to wander.

Touring was one of my favorite things I did as an idol. But it wasn't always as enjoyable as it should've been. The shows were fun, but those long periods in between concerts gave me too much time to think. Too much time to realize that I had less freedom as an idol. It had always been my dream to become a singer, but I never fully considered what I'd have to give up in order to fulfill that dream. Now I often wondered if it was even worth it.

Especially here in my home country where I'm reminded by the fans' unapologetic personalities of what I gave up. Had I stayed here and chosen any other profession, I wouldn't have to hide such a big part of myself. I'd be free to be who I was and live the way I wanted without fear. It was different for the other members because they grew up having to act that way. For me, it was still hard to adjust. And it hurt having to pretend.

My thoughts brought on an unavoidable feeling of stress that made my cheeks burn and I felt the need to get some fresh air. So, I stepped through the sliding glass door to the balcony and leaned over the metal railing, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze gliding across my face. I was up high enough that the street noise was muffled by the wind. It was peaceful, but it made me feel lonely. As I took in the soft white surface of the moon, I couldn't help but feel trapped by my situation and wonder whether anyone else could possibly understand this feeling.

As if my negative thoughts were loud enough to hear, I felt arms wrap around me from behind only minutes later. At first I was startled by the sudden contact, momentarily forgetting I wasn't alone, but eventually I leaned back into her touch with a heavy sigh, knowing it was Siyeon. She put her head on my shoulder, her nose almost touching my left cheek, and I let my hands rest on top of hers. Being in her arms instantly made me feel better. It felt like her way of reminding me that I really wasn't alone.

"What's on your mind, jagi?" Siyeon whispered softly near my ear. The pet name made my heart flutter but the clear concern in her tone brought the negative emotions back. I hated feeling this way. Not just because it sucked feeling so lost, but because I hated making her feel helpless.

Sighing again, I looked out over the city wishing that everything was different. "I'm just wondering if I made the right choice becoming an idol."

I wanted to pretend that I was here in my hometown with Siyeon—not for a concert, not because we were idols in the same group—but because I invited her here on a trip to do something normal, like meet my family or go visit my favorite places from my childhood. I didn't want to be forced to worry about people taking pictures of us and starting rumors. I didn't want the obligation to act a certain way that comes with being famous. I didn’t want any of it. And I was nearly at my breaking point.

Without replying, Siyeon turned me around in her arms and put her hands on my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes and I felt so much love seeing the way she looked at me: Like I was the most important thing in the world. There was no doubt in my mind that she would love and protect me with everything in her for the rest of her life. And it wasn't even a question whether I would do the same.

"I know you wish things were different,” she smiled sadly, “I do too." Her voice was still soft as she rubbed her thumb across my cheek while her eyes took in every inch of my face. I wondered how she always knew exactly what I was thinking. "But look at it this way..." she stopped her gentle strokes against my skin and looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't become an idol," the corner of her lips tilted upwards revealing half of her beautiful smile, "you would've never met us."

Though I still felt the weight of my negative thoughts, her statement managed to make me smile. Through one of the most difficult choices of my life I may have been forced to conceal a part of who I was, but I still ended up finding seven of the most important people in my life. Even if I felt like being an idol had more risks than rewards, those seven girls made it worth it. At least I could be myself around them and they loved the part of me that I wasn't allowed to show anyone else.

"You're right," I whispered and leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against hers and our noses were touching. Even when I felt lost, she kept me grounded. She and the other members... they were where I belonged. Where I felt found. They were home.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" Siyeon told me, her voice so quiet and fragile. She’d told me she loved me countless times before, but something about this one felt different.

"I know." And I did. I knew she meant it. And I knew what she meant. It was hard to explain, but I felt it too. We loved each other and the other members in a way that couldn't be defined. It wasn’t limited to platonic or romantic. It was more than that. We all loved each other so much that we couldn't bear the thought of living without one another. It felt like we were meant to be together. Like we were destined to meet. Like soulmates. And, as long as it was up to us, we would be together until the day we died.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't have the words to tell them how much they meant to me. And I think that's why Siyeon did what she did after I told her I loved her back... she kissed me. It was gentle and just enough to express how she felt. She’d never kissed me before, but it didn't seem any different than her hugging me or kissing me on the cheek. It was just another way for her to show how much she truly loved me. Bora and Minji did it often with me and a few of the other members who accepted it, but I knew it meant more to Siyeon.

Once it was over, I nestled my head in the crook of her neck with my arms wrapped around her torso. She pulled me close with hers around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. I stayed there, breathing in her fresh scent and feeling completely content.

It didn't matter if the world never knew who I truly was, because they did.

**This imagine was converted over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 8 months

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The porch light has come on, pooling on the cement along with the light shining through the sliding glass door. The chairs have inched closer and closer to the house in the absence of the sun, and the pool has long-since emptied of people.

Billy leans back on one of his hands, sitting sideways in a lounge chair with his legs spread out, the warm bottom of a bottle of beer resting against his bare thigh.

There’s still heat in his skin from earlier that afternoon. Sweat-slick and sticky from sunscreen that will take two shower’s-worth of scrubbing to fully remove. No tan lines whatsoever. Gentle bite marks and bruises left in tender areas that will surely ache to touch tomorrow.

For now, he’s looking forward to stepping under a stream of water in the master bathroom upstairs.

The water always stays hot longer at the Harrington castle.

He decided a few hours ago that once he’s finished his last beer, he’ll leave.

He’ll leave and he won’t come back.

Naturally, he’s been sipping at it for what feels like hours now. Swirling the bottle to check how much time he has left, letting dread pool hot and heavy in the pit of his belly at the thought of putting the neck to his lips for the last time.

The conversation goes on around him as usual.

Eddie talks about his latest gig. Jonathan and Tommy both bring up their girlfriends respectively. Jason laments about classes, Argyle suggests that he take a semester or two off, and Steve offers to get another round of drinks.

He pats a hand against Billy’s knee when he doesn’t respond, and the blond takes a moment to actually look up at where he stands over the lounger.

Everyone is looking at him. Which means that Steve must have tried a few times to get his attention.

Eddie lolls his head against Billy’s naked thigh from where he’s sat on the floor, fixing him with big, brown, bloodshot eyes.

“Y’okay, big red?” he hums. His hair is cold and damp where it splays over Billy’s steaming skin. He eyes a mark left near Billy’s hip, red and deeply indented by a set of teeth, and smiles. “Lost your buzz?”

Billy shakes his head. Swirls the bottle in his hand and chews his lip.

He’s getting choked up. He can feel the lump building in his throat, matching the subtle sting in his eyes and the thrumming in his head.

This is exactly why he needs to leave.

“I don’t—“ he says, and his voice comes out with a shake. It has any remaining smiles vanishing from the sea of people around him. He clears his throat before he speaks again. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

For a while now, these little hangouts were just what he needed. To come and be held by doting hands, kissed by loving mouths, and cherished like he’s something special. Brought up to the edge over and over until his eyes run out of tears, and afterwards feel the warm press of other aching bodies against his own to help ground him. Bring him back.

He must not be alone in feeling this way, because when he lifts his gaze from the wet floor, he’s met with various looks of confusion and sadness.

More sadness than he was expecting.

Steve crouches beside the lounger and sets a careful hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing comfortingly back and forth.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he coos. “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

A shaky breath escapes Billy, and suddenly all of the guys go rigid. Eddie shoots upright, sitting straight and looking up with his brows furrowed, and splays a hand over Billy’s inner thigh just above his knee.

“Don’t cry, sweetness, just breathe.”

Billy looks away and closes his eyes when the tears finally spill over.

“Was I too rough?” Jason asks.

“Did something make you uncomfortable?” Tommy adds.

Quickly, they’re speaking over each other, not one question intelligible from the next, and Steve shushes them sternly.

When he turns his attention back to Billy, his expression is soft and understanding.

“Talk to us, baby,” he pleads. “Take a second to breathe, alright? There’s no rush.”

The palms resting against his skin are comforting. He breathes softly, shakily, and sheds a few more tears before he relaxes enough to exhale a tension-filled sigh.

If his skin was hot before, it’s blistering now. He wipes his eyes with the heel of his palm and sniffles.

“I’m okay,” he says, and there’s a slight air of relief around him afterward. “I just… I can’t keep doing this, y’know? I keep saying it’ll be the last time, and then I keep fucking coming back.”

Billy stares down at the last sip of his beer. Thinks about slender hands combing over his torso, grabbing his hips. Tangling in his hair and pulling.

He thinks of kisses pressed to his neck and fingers tucking under the band of his swim shorts, slipping them off to be lost near the tree line. He thinks of the heated pool water and how cool it felt against his skin. How cool it felt in contrast to the hot mouths finding purchase anywhere they could.

“How come?” Eddie asks.

He looks almost hurt, and when Billy glances around, he has to look away again because the expression is on every damn face he sees.

So, he takes a deep breath, and tightens his fist around the neck of the bottle.

“It’s nothing anyone’s done,” he prefaces. “I’m just starting to want… more? Getting passed around like a bong at a smoke sesh used to do it for me, but it’s not anymore, and it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid—“

“I don’t feel like this,” Billy rasps. He swallows thickly as his eyes well up again. “I don’t like feeling like this. Needy and pathetic and like I can’t just have sex.”

He’s not looking, but he can feel the boys move closer. He can hear the movement, just barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

“You aren’t pathetic, Bill,” Steve reassures.

“It’s perfectly normal to want more than just sex,” Jonathan adds, much, much closer now. “You’re normal for wanting that.”

Billy shakes his head and exhales a shaky breath. Another hand smooths over his forearm, squeezing reassuringly. It helps even out his breath again.

“I’m not normal for wanting what I want.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

After a beat, Billy cracks his eyes open. Huffs a laugh to himself at how crowded the space beside the lounger has become, and fixes the brunet with a look.

Steve, sharp as he is, immediately raises his brows in understanding.

“Oh, Billy,” he croons. “I’m sure we could—“

“Sure we could what? Half of you fucks have girlfriends, and it would never work out anyway. Seven is a crowd.” The realization seeps through each thick skull in a matter of seconds, it seems. Billy fights the urge to scoff. “See? It’s stupid.”

Out of all of them, Tommy is the only one to laugh. He snickers and leans his elbow onto Jason’s shoulder, which earns a confused and hurt look from Billy.

“Of course you’d want more boyfriends than you can count on one hand,” he sighs fondly. “Mister blue-eyed princess needs extra love and attention? Who could’ve guessed?”

What he says earns a few chuckles. Even Steve spreads a smile and squeezes Billy’s arm where his hand still rests.

“You do need a lot of constant spoiling,” Steve adds amusedly.

“So high maintenance that you’re crying and freaking us all out ‘cause you like us,” Jason chuckles.

The laughter proceeds and Billy pouts. Eddie picks himself up and sits beside him on the lounger, tucking a curl behind his ear and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I think it’s safe to say you have these boys wrapped around your little finger,” he hums. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I heard Hagan alone drop about a hundred L-words today. He doesn’t even say that shit to Carol.”

“I do too,” Tommy huffs.

“Yeah? When?”

“On… Valentine’s Day? Y’know, special occasions.”

He flushes red and looks away when Billy smiles at him, crossing his arms. Jason pats a hand on his back.

“Well, now I actually feel kinda stupid,” Billy huffs.

“So you’re a little blond and a little boy-crazy? We already knew that,” Argyle says.

There’s another wave of chuckles, and now Billy’s really smiling.

When he looks around, he doesn’t feel like everything is so out of reach anymore. Literally.

He exhales a relieved sigh, shifting in his seat and grimacing at the grimy feeling of his skin now that he’s had more time to dry off.

“Gonna run me a shower, Harrington?” he lilts.

Steve chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out.

“Promise there won’t be any more crying?”

The blond takes his hand and stands up as well, snorting when Steve sets his free hand on his waist and pulls them hip-to-hip.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

They share a kiss, parting not a moment later when Eddie pushes himself up and runs to the back door.

“I call first round of shower sex!” he yells.

Billy simply quirks an eyebrow, then tilts his head to the side in consideration. The other guys are all quickly scrambling inside. Jason’s hands fit around Eddie’s waist when they’re about halfway through the living room, and the brunet struggles momentarily until his back is pulled flush with Jason’s chest.

“We all know you don’t shower otherwise, Munson,” Jason teases.

He licks a stripe up the curve of Eddie’s neck, and it takes less than a second for them to topple over onto the couch, hands roaming all over each other as Eddie fails to sass back.

Argyle and Jonathan make off towards the guest bathroom, stripping down in the hall along their way, and Tommy is left standing in the doorway, leaning his arm against the frame.

“I’ll go get it warmed up,” he says with a wink.

Then it’s just Billy and Steve outside.

It’s quiet now, save for the chirping of crickets. They’re still pressed together. Steve rubs his thumbs against Billy’s hips mindlessly. Leans forward and just barely brushes his lips against his ear.

“We’ll figure it out,” he coos. “But for now, let’s go get clean, yeah?”

Billy glances down at his free hand briefly. Swirls the contents of the bottle before setting it on the side table beside him and breathing in deep. Like the oppressive weight is gone from his body.

He feels like he’s damn near floating when he meets Steve’s gaze again. They both spread goofy grins not a moment later.

“Yeah, Stevie. Let’s go.”

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preciouslandmermaid · 2 years

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| comfort | carmy x reader

eNote: All kinktober content is mature/explicit. Fics will be posted on Tumblr first, then transition over to ao3. All fics will be reader/canon-character with no use of Y/N. I will do my best to include additional warnings, but most should be self explanatory in the prompts.

prompt: writers’ choice by @wolffininthestars | pairing: carmy berzatto /f!reader | warnings: explicit sexual content. basically, I wrote a little fic of washing Carmy’s hair and it leads into Carmy taking care of reader ;) (established relationship/lots of checking in/consent/ROMANCE/can you read this as a NGHYB-universe fic?? sure! lol)

You’re dead on your feet after working a double shift. If not for Carmy tapping your leg on the train seat, you might’ve fallen asleep and missed your stop. The warm spring air lulls you into a sense of comfort while walking up your apartment stairs with Carmen trailing quietly behind you.

You appreciate that he doesn’t fill silence with useless, nervous conversation. He’s always been good like that. Maybe it’s a side-effect of his years of introversion as a kid, or maybe it’s because he realizes you’d be a shitty conversationalist at the moment.

Your jacket falls to a heap at the front door alongside your sneakers. Carmy stops you from collapsing onto the couch, tugging you gently by the wrists toward the bathroom with both hands, “C’mon.” He mumbles, “You’re greasy.”

You snort. “Pot meet kettle.”

He rolls his eyes. His fond, exasperated look brings a smile to your face. The bathroom fogs with condensation once the shower is turned on. Your apartment wasn’t fancy, but the hot water never failed you. You lift your arms, letting Carmy pull your shirt over your head, and he presses a soft, chaste kiss to the middle of your brows.

“Can I take care of you?” He asks – bashful and sweet. Your chest balloons with warmth and Carmy’s eyelashes flutter against his cheek. You nod, simply too tired for words, and Carmy peels the rest of your clothes off with tender, slow hands. He even removes your smelly, gross socks which you think is the nearest thing to an admittance of love.

You step into the steamy, blissful shower and sigh loudly.

“Don’t pass out.” Carmy calls from beyond the foggy, mottled glass.

You laugh. “I won’t!”

You start to feel like a human again as the hot water sluices down your body and moist air fills your nostrils. You awkwardly nudge to the side when Carmy joins you. Your exposed skin outside the stream of warm water prickles with goosebumps.

You bite your lip and smile at him when he pinches water from his eyes and blinks. His dark curls flatten against his head beneath the showerhead and droplets run down the curve of his jaw and drop like tears from the tip of his large nose.

He squirts a quarter-sized handful of bodywash into his palm. He starts at your shoulders, and you groan, his strong fingers work through the tension of your neck and shoulders, the bodywash silken and smooth beneath his hands. His thumb rubs circles at the nape of your neck and then massages down your spine, to your hips, then up again. You press both hands against the wall to hold yourself upright.

His touch is entirely innocent as he glides his palms over your breasts. Your thoughts -however- are understandably sinful. A low spark ignites in your stomach and dances down your legs. He holds your waist and guides you under the full stream of the water to rinse off the foamy, fragrant bubbles. You close your eyes and lean into his chest. His hands slide over your arms, a touch that is affectionate and practical to clear away the last of the soap. The world is quiet beyond the sounds of your own heartbeat, shared breath, and the water rushing through the drain.

You say, “Mm. I have an idea.”

“Hm?” His nose brushes the shell of your ear.

You grab your shampoo from the edge of the bathtub. “Turn ‘round and tilt your head back for me.” You say while pouring a bit of shampoo into your palm. Carmy does so without question or complaint. Some guys might grumble about smelling like ‘Fresh Jasmine’ or ‘Clear Spring’. But Carmy doesn’t. You work the shampoo into a lather between your hands before touching his scalp.

He exhales a shuddering, extended sigh. The bubbles foam and seep through the gaps in your fingers and saturate his hair. You imagine all the grease, and stress, and cigarette smoke being washed away through your deliberate and firm hands.

You scratch his scalp, massaging it, and Carmy groans. You notice his shoulders relax and you hate the idea of stopping—but you have to. You make a mental note to do this again for him sometime soon.

“Okay, rinse.”

His hair plasters onto his forehead before he slicks it back with both hands. He blinks water away from his eyes and meets your gaze. Your heart somersaults. His skin is flushed pink from the shower and water drips from his earlobes. The ceiling swirls with hot steam and unspoken desires.

He scoops an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, “Feeling better?”

“A little.” You admit.

“Good.” He drops his head down and kisses you. Warm water splices between your lips, tickling your chin, and gliding down your collarbones and breasts. He presses the full, strong length of him against you and the wall tiles are cool and delightful against your spine. Your mouth opens, letting him in, as you always have. Carmen Berzatto always managed to undermine all your defenses.

His tongue plays along yours. A soft sucking sound echoes in the small, heated space of the shower when he draws your lower lip between his. You purr happily, your fingers splayed like twin stars against his muscled chest. You find his heartbeat under your palm. It’s strong, and fast, and familiar. Your scalp tingles with awareness and your stomach flutters.

He mutters against your mouth, “Can I touch you?”

You hum. “Yes.”

Your spine knocks against the tile again as Carmy parts your thighs with a firm, tattooed hand. You grip the muscled curvature of his shoulders for balance. He kisses you once more when his index finger slides playfully, teasingly across your clit. His touch between your legs is light and coaxing. It elicits quiet, unrestrained whimpers from your throat and your hips twitch involuntarily. You’re happy to stand here, holding him, letting him touch and play with you as he pleases. Your brain shuts off. The stresses of the day wash into the drain. He moves his fingers in a concentric pattern over your clit. You shudder against his palm.

He asks, “Is that good? D’you like that?”

“Y-yeah.” You respond in a breathy voice.

Slowly, ever-so slowly, Carmy plunges his index finger into your waiting, throbbing cunt. You are wet and warm around his finger. You cry out softly in relief into his mouth and his exhaled sigh from his nostrils tickles your upper lip. You hike your leg up around Carmy’s waist to allow for more space. The slick bathtub squeaks dangerously beneath your foot.

You flex your fingers on his shoulders, tightening your grip, “Don’t let me fall.” You say – as if you haven’t fallen for him already.

“I won’t.”

His lips trail across your jaw, kissing away shower water, and leaving a hickey on your exposed, arched throat. You le tout a needy little moan. The echo carries through the steam and water. His middle finger thrusts into you, pumping, slow and sweet. You inelegantly jerk your hips in tandem with his hand.

You peer up through your water-clumped eyelashes at him. Carmy, in this moment, is the same Carmy you’ve seen glimpses of in the kitchen. Determined, focused, single-minded in whatever task he’s got in hand. (In this case—it’s you). Your body is slick with water and hoping not to fall even with his arm taught around your waist.

“Do you wanna come?” He asks shakily, “I wanna make you come.”

He captures your mouth before you can answer. You playfully and lightly nip his lower lip—which earns you a rare, beautiful smile that crinkles the corners of his doleful blue eyes. His fingers curl into you, stroking your front wall, and you gasp at the shudder that travels down your body.

“God,” Carmy chokes out, looking down at his fingers disappearing into your cunt, “You’re so fucking pretty.” Your inner walls pulse around him.

You mumble, “Keep talking.”

And bless him, he does.

“I l-love…” His brow furrows, stumbling over his words, “The face you make when you’re close…”

Forgoing the risk of falling on your ass—your hand slips between your legs to rub your clit while his fingers continue their ministrations. The joined sensation makes your head spin.

He swallows roughly, “And how you sound…”

You whine, gasping shortly into his mouth, your hips bucking into his hand as that blissful, white-hot pleasure coils and twists in your gut. Everything compounds – moist heat and Carmy’s purposeful touch – until you’re panting and trembling around his hand. He rests his forehead against yours, water splashing around your ankles, and dripping from his soaked curls.

“Fuck – fuck – Carmy.”

“That’s right, baby.” He says, “’m gonna take care of you – m-make you feel so good.”

“Yes, yes,” you repeat the word until it loses meaning, until the only thing that matters is the lava burning through your veins, and you’re gushing over his fingers. Your spine bows forward, limbs quivering into satiated numbness, and you collapse into his wet, muscled chest.

He kisses the top of your head, wrapping both arms snug around you, “Feeling better?”

“Oh yeah,” You smile against his skin, “Definitely.”

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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Hiii, can I request some fluff with Hoshi like taking care of him after a tiring day, removing his make up and cuddles??

Thank you bby, congrats on 1000 followers <3

I am literally so soft. This one almost made me want to cry, I don't know why. Maybe because I am so tired myself lol.

cw; soonyoung (hoshi) x gn reader, fluff, just sweet shit found here, mars being soft for hoshi

When he walks in the door and his bag hits the floor you can feel the stress radiating off of him. All the schedules and pressure to appear one way in front of others could take its toll on anyone but Soonyoung handled it with grace. Not that he was much different behind closed doors but with you he was more willing to let down his guard, very similar to how he was with his members and family. Perhaps even more with you, Soonyoung was more himself now.

You watch Soonyoung move into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, drinking it down quickly before he turns to you and smiles softly before moving into your arms. His face pressing into the crook of your neck even if he has to lean down to do it. He takes in a deep breath of your scent and you can feel some of that stress wash away. Not nearly all of it but at least a small margin.

“I am so glad to be home…” You smile at his words as you run your fingers through his styled hair before letting him stand up fully. “I’m glad you are home too. Come on…” Soonyoung lets your fingers lace into his as you lead him back to your shared room and then into the bathroom as you have him lean against the counter as you get out his makeup removers and other facial cleansers.

He watches with a smile before shaking his head. “I can do it myself, you know.” You feel your cheek warm slightly as he lifts a hand to push your hair behind your ear as you run some water on to a washcloth before you turn to him and use some of the products to start gently removing the day from his handsome face. “I know you could, but I like doing it. I like being the first person who gets to see your bare face.”

Soonyoung laughs softly and sighs as he leans into your touch. He had to admit to himself that having you do this was much better than doing it himself. He wasn’t only tired but also your touch was like a hug and he loved you so much. By the time you have his face completely clean you smile at him as he opens his eyes to look at you before glancing into the mirror with a slightly half smile. “Thanks baby.”

You nod and lean up to kiss his bare cheek before he cups your face and turns it so he can kiss your lips making your cheeks warm once again. You smile as you pull away putting away the products. “Take your shower and meet me in bed? I will have you a warm drink and we can watch the next episode of your show.”

Soonyoung smiles and nods as he watches you leave the bathroom. You hear the water running as you leave him to his task only to join him back in the bedroom a few moments later with a warm tea as he pulls you close in bed only to have you shake your head. “No here…”

Soonyoung looks at you curiously as you sit back on the headboard and pat your lap before he understands and practically looks at you like you have made his day. “Oh my god…you are the best. Seriously?” You laugh and let him lay his head on your lap before you begin to turn your fingers through his hair and over his scalp massaging it gently making him sigh happily as the next episode of his show starts.

“I love you so much, you know that?” You make a happy sound at Soonyoung’s words as he reaches up to take your hand from his hair to kiss your palm before letting you go back to what you were doing. “I love you too, Soonyoung. You work so hard, I just want you to relax, okay?” He sighs happily and nods as he closes his eyes for a moment before focusing back on the tv as you focus on him.

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lotrefcp · 10 months

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Hidden Away - Chapter 8

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 2800+

Chapter 8

As a man? Yes, I think badly of you. Javier was sitting on his couch, a cigarette between his lips and a glass of whiskey in his hand, trying to get those words out of his head. Was that how everyone saw him? A quality agent but a man you couldn't count on? Did they see him as a man at all, or just the manwhore they all muttered under their breath? Women liked him, right? Or was it just because of the way he fucked them? Would any of them, if he asked, give him a chance, a vote of confidence? Neither the cigarettes nor the alcohol were working so Javier decided to follow your “advice”. He took his keys and left the house towards his jeep, then driving through the streets he knew so well towards one of his favorite brothels. You were right, he had reasons to celebrate and he was going to do it. He parked in front of the building and prepared to get out of the vehicle, but when he was about to open the door, something stopped him. I'm still going to make you change your mind about me. But why would he want to make you change your mind? For him you would be just another one to fall on his bed. So why did he care what you thought of him? Because if she continues to think badly of me, I'll never get anything from her., Javier thought, trying to convince himself that this was the truth. But he would manage to change your opinion of him, if only to prove you wrong. He took his hand off the door and, starting the jeep again, he left and went back to his house. He arrived and went to take a shower, feeling the need to freshen up but also to masturbate after returning home without satisfying his desires. Underwater he started trying to imagine one of the many women he'd been with, their bodies and their moans to help him get hard but quickly his thoughts were filled with other images, with other sensations. When he closed his eyes he could only feel your chest close to his, the heat of your body in his when he held you that day, worried about you, not wanting to let go. The drops of water on his body reminded him of the softness of your lips on his chest, your tongue on his neck, the scent of your skin, the heat of pleasure when he saw your eyes lost in his. You could have managed to stop yourself but your eyes didn't lie. Their green, as unpredictable as they were, had turned dark, your irises dilated. Not even today when he saw you hurt, when he held you in his arms, your eyes were so reactive. He knew you wanted him too. These thoughts made him start to get hard in his hand, its veins pulsing in his closed fist around his cock and, starting to stroke his entire length, he leaned against the shower wall behind him. With the increase in speed, in the aggressiveness that he imposed on his penis at the thought of you, he came, in a mixture of restrained moans and others that managed to come out of his mouth. After finally being relieved, he leaned his head against the wall where his back was already leaning on. Fuck. But what the hell is going on? After composing himself and spending a few more minutes under the water, he got out of the shower, cleaned himself up and went to lie down on the bed, not before putting his ear once more against the wall that divided your apartments to try to hear something coming from your side. But only silence filled your house.

After a few seconds leaning against the door that you had just closed, you straightened yourself up and placed your suitcase and the other usual belongings on the table in the living room. You went to the kitchen where you filled a glass of water and took it to your room where, at great cost, you undressed to go take a shower. During that, now, arduous task, you heard Peña closing the door of his apartment. Seems like he’s going to party, after all. And without wanting to or even realizing it, you sighed deeply and let your head fall onto your chest. You got into the shower, groaning when you forgot about the wound on your arm and moved it a little harder. After getting dressed, you layed down on your bed, ready for another night of nightmares but, contrary to what you expected, and after managing to find a position that didn't make your arm bother you, you fell asleep, spending the night unlike all the others, both because of the happiness of a successful operation and because of the tiredness and pain that you accumulated throughout the day. The sun was already rising when you woke up. Shit, you thought when you saw that you hadn't heard the alarm clock. You didn't even know what his sound was like because you always woke up before it had a chance to ring. You got up running, got dressed and, grabbing an apple, ran out the door towards your car. Leaning against it, though, you found Javier, arms crossed and, of course, a cigarette in his mouth.

“Good morning.”, you said as you walked to your car and headed for the other door, but he grabbed your right wrist before you could get past him.

“Where do you think you are going?”

"To work. You’re not?"

“And how do you think you will get there? Surely you are not thinking of driving with your arm like that.”

"Of course not. I was thinking of jogging there. Can't you see my sports clothes?”, you asked pointing to your outfit, made up of blue jeans and a simple t-shirt, which was easier to wear without having to strain your arm.

“Don't bullshit me. Come on, I’ll take you.”

"What?"

“Why did you think I was here waiting? It's not even worth arguing about. And before work we'll stop by the hospital to see how your arm’s doing.”

"What? That’s not necessary. Seriously. I'm already much better.”, and at that moment you moved your arm too hard and a grimace of pain crossed your face.

“I can see that.” he said as he walked to his jeep and opened the passenger door. “Come on, get in.”

“I think you are enjoying seeing me in pain. That's the only way you think you can give me orders.”, you continued as you sat inside the vehicle.

“These aren’t the kind of orders I wanted to give you.”, he replied before closing your door.

“Hey...”, you started saying but he was already going around the jeep from the back and he didn’t hear you mumbling.

You arrived at the hospital and you started to leave, thanking him. “Thank you so much for the ride. I'll take a cab to the office when I’m done.”

“Do you really think I’m going to leave you here alone?”

"Won’t you? Don’t you have to go to work? We can’t both be late without notifying anyone.”

“Steve knows. Don’t worry. If anything happens, he calls me. But you already know what awaits us today. Reports and more reports.”

“So that's why. You want to stay here with me so you don't have to start filling them first thing in the morning.”

“If it makes you feel better thinking that… Let's go.”, and placing a hand on the small of your back, he encouraged you to start walking beside him. You couldn't stop a more brusque reaction when you felt his hand touching you, involuntarily pulling yourself away. He looked at you in surprise.

While you were waiting for you to be called to be seen by the doctor, you started talking.

“So, how did you spend the night?”, Peña began. “Were you able to sleep?”

“As a matter of fact I did. With how tired I was, not even the heat took away my ability to sleep tonight.”, you replied. "And you? Did the festivities last?”

“What festivities?”

“Don’t pretend there were no festivities. I heard your door slam when I was going to take a shower. I'm sure you didn't go shopping at that time of night.”, you said with a slight smile, too slight.

“I didn't go ou to party. I just went to get some air.”

“You don't need to lie. I know how you spend your nights.”

"I'm not lying. Why should I?”

“Okay, you are not lying.”

“Y/N.”, you suddenly heard the doctor calling.

"Yes, it's me."

"You may come in." You got up and went into the office. Javier remained in his seat, arms and legs crossed and his head resting on the wall behind him. Half an hour later you left the office with your arm across your chest and a frown on your face. The doctor came to escort you to the door. “Try to avoid straining that arm.”

Javi got up from his chair and walked over to you and the doctor. “So doctor, how is our patient?”

“Our?”, you asked without either of them paying attention to what you were saying.

“It’s nothing serious. Whoever took the bullet out of her yesterday did a good job. The splint is just to prevent her from moving her arm. If you behave well in less than a week you'll be ready for another one.”

“If I behave well?”, you asked again, once more without an answer.

“I'll make sure she behaves herself. That arm won't move."

“What the hell?”, again, no response. Peña and the doctor shook hands and said goodbye. You did the same and, against your will, went after Peña who was headed for his jeep. A few minutes later you arrived at your desks. Steve saw you and asked worriedly.

"Hey? Is the arm that bad?”

"No...", you started.

“No, it's just to make sure it stays still, to recover faster.”, Peña said interrupting you.

“But do you have to wear it for a long time?”, Steve continued.

"No...", you tried to speak again.

“No, if everything goes as planned, by the end of the week she will be fine.”, Peña said again.

“Let's get some things straight.”, you said with your voice a little louder than usual. “I was shot in the arm, not in the tongue. I can still speak.”

“I'm glad it wasn't in your tongue. I wouldn’t want it incapacitated.”, Javi replied with a smirk on his face.

“If I had both arms working properly I would make you swallow your words.”

“If you want me to swallow something, just say so.”, Javi continued, enjoying teasing you.

“Look, I…”, you took a deep breath before continuing. “I'm going to the bathroom.”, and you got up, heading towards the end of the corridor.

“Don't you need help?”, Javi shouted, still sitting in his chair, so that you could hear him as you walked away and laughing heartily. You couldn't even come up with an answer. But when you got to your cubicle you realized that some help would be welcome. With just one hand, the act of opening the pants button became too complicated. Too much time passed before you returned to your desk.

“Is everything okay?”, Steven asked, worried about how long it had taken you.

"Yes, thanks. I shouldn't have brought these pants today. It's hard to unscrew the button with one hand.”

“If you want, I'll teach you. It's very easy once you get used to it.”, Javi said.

“Ah...ah...ah... Don't worry. Tomorrow I'll come with training pants, with elastic. You don't need to teach me anything.”

“So don't drink too much today because, at least until you get home, you'll still be wearing those pants. And by the way, you have the button open.”

“What?”, you looked down and saw that you had squeezed it badly and that it had opened. You dropped your head and banged your forehead on your desk. “Ow...”After a lot of trying, you managed to press the button, now in the right way, and started to fill in the pile of reports that was beside you.

“Y/N.”, Steve started to speak. “Tonight you will eat at our house. Connie already knows.”

“There’s no need for that.”, you replied.

“Oh no? Are you going to cook with one arm?”

“No, but I must have something around the house.”

“Don't you even think of that. Connie must have already thought about the whole meal for later. You cannot disappoint her.”

"Thanks. But only today. Then I’ll manage myself.”

“Then we’ll talk about that. We need you in perfect physical condition. If necessary, you’ll go and eat with us all week.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“If you don't want to go to Steve's all the time I can take you out to dinner.”, Javier continued.

“Okay Steve. You can prepare the menu for the whole week.”, you said making Steve laugh.

“Okay, but you know that Javi also goes there for dinner from time to time.”, Steve said again.

“Yeah, but at least I have you and Connie so I can have deep, interesting conversations.”

“And once again you hide yourself behind Steve and his wife because you are afraid to be alone with me.”, Javi reciprocated.

“I thought I had already shown you that I'm not afraid to be alone with you. I just don't have the patience.”

“Oh, I remember what you showed me, pretty well”, Javi said.

“What are you talking about?” Murphy asked.

“Nothing.”, you both replied in unison, leaving no room for the continuation of that conversation.

"OK. I'm even afraid to ask anything else.”, Steve finished.

At the end of the day and with part of the reports finished, everyone got up to leave. You left the office and headed for your cars.

“And why don't I go with Steve this time?”, you asked, hoping he would say yes.

“I would take you but I still have to stop by the grocery store for some shopping Connie asked me to do for dinner later tonight. Sorry.” he replied.

“Well, never mind.”

“Looks like you have to come with me again.”, Javi said.

“Well, it seems so.”

“See you later tonight. Stay safe.", Steve continued.

“You too.”, you replied. You opened the door of Javi's jeep and sat down in your, recently, usual seat.

He drove to your building and for a few minutes there was only silence. But Javi started asking about your arm.

“Does it still hurt you?”

“What?”, you asked, distracted by the landscape so you didn't have to talk to him.

“I asked you if your arm still hurts.”

“Oh, no thanks. If I'm still like this, I don't feel anything. Only when I have to move it.”, you replied.

“If you need anything let me know. Now, I'm serious. The faster you get better the quicker we have you back on the street.”, he said as he placed his hand on your hip, in a movement so light that a shiver ran through your body without warning.

“Thank you.”, you repeated, leaning closer to the door and moving your leg away from his hand without even thinking about what you were doing. He looked down at his hand which had been left in the air and closed it into a fist before placing it back on the steering wheel.

“Are you that disgusted by me?”, he asked, a little defeated.

"Disgusted? Why are you saying that?"

“Even now, you walked away from me just because I put my hand on your leg.”

You turned your face back to the landscape on the other side of the window so he wouldn't see the blush that was starting to spread across your face.

“It wasn't for any of that. I just moved to be more comfortable in the seat.”, you lied.”

“You don't need to lie.”

“I'm not lying.”, you continued.

“You did the same when I took you to the hospital. You just got away from me when I put my hand on your back.”

“That was just a reflex. You know we always have to be on guard.” A small forced laugh came out of Peña's mouth.

“Well, here we are. See you tomorrow.”, Javier said without getting out of his jeep.

“See you tomorrow.”, you said, getting out of the vehicle and entering the building, looking back and seeing that he was still inside. After seeing you get in and go up the stairs, Javier got out of the jeep and went to his apartment.

After dinner at Steve's house you went back to your apartment and went to bed hoping to get another good night's sleep. But you quickly realized that wasn't going to happen.

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'The Chosen One Part 3'

Part One Part Two

hello darlings, here is part 3 of 'the chosen one', hope you like it ;)! it will still have many parts. and I'm getting a lot of requests, I'll be posting some of them later this week, take care ;)

make requests, xoxo ;)

He opens the door and lets me in first. Kylian says: _y/n feel free, don't be ashamed to ask for anything if you need it. says kylian in a soft voice. I'm very hot and I need to take a shower right away and also take the stress off my shoulders, especially about the uncertainties that surround me…

_Uh, where is the bathroom?? I'm going to take a shower. I say a little fearful while kylian immediately turns to me walking and guiding me to the bathroom opening the door: The bathroom is as sophisticated as the other rooms in the house, really beautiful. I'm lost admiring when Kylian finally says: _here y/n, there are towels right there and your stuff too I told the maid to clean it, he points to a place with some white towels rolled up, there is also a jacuzzi and a hydromassage bath if you want to use it_he says Wow, I've never been to one of these.

_Anything can call me he says, before leaving… I nod and he closes the door. I take a relaxing bath, feeling the hot water run down my body takes away half of the stress I acquired during the day.

_I leave the bathroom already in my pajamas, drying my hair, then I see Kylian messing with her cell phone , as soon as he sees me,he gets up quickly:

_ y / n about your clothes, you can keep your things in my wardrobe, he has enough space. He walks towards his wardrobe showing me the same. And really he is right the wardrobe is giant, sophisticated and very beautiful. Ok_ I say, going to the wardrobe I open it and see Kylian's giant closet full of clothes. I've never seen so much clothing in my life, I think to myself. Kylian walks to a small space that has a small glass table, it has 2 glasses and a probably very expensive wine. He walks towards the balcony of the room.

_come y/n, do you like wine? _yes

I nodded He opens the bottle putting the liquid in the glass a toast and health _ he says health

_how old are you y/n? I take the first sip feeling the sweet and smooth taste of wine going down my throat. It is very good! That wine certainly cost my kidney. _22

_it's still a baby he says with a smile on his face and I start laughing. He continues: _excuse my question y/n, but what does a girl so young do in that club? I am afraid to answer the real reasons that led me to stay at the club and all my tragic history. As much as Kylian is being kind and nice I can't trust him right away, after all he 'bought' me, that's all.

_The circumstances led me to work there. It's my means of survival, so it's enough for me. I say, trying to convey firmness in my words. Kylian nods and takes a sip of her wine and then continues:

_I understand. Ahh.. I almost forgot… we won't be traveling tomorrow as I said before, tomorrow I have training first thing in the morning and a PSG match, we'll go the day after tomorrow.

_That's fine no problem.

_I could invite you to watch the game, but I think you'd better rest for the long trip we'll have to the USA.

_okay, do you usually make these business trips? I ask curious...

_ Rarely, most of the time it's when it's really necessary, to settle some things in relation to the club.

_ Oh, I understand.

As soon as we finished drinking the wine, Kylian left the balcony towards the bedroom holding the bottle and the two wine glasses placed in the same glass space. I see Kylian taking the tie off his neck. _I'm going to take a shower says Kylian unbuttoning his suit, with his muscles and his ripped abdomen showing only with his pants. My heart came out of my mouth, it may seem strange because I deal with customers every day, but my anxiety has increased a lot in the last few years that I've been working at the club, I've been very mistreated either by customers or by employees, this triggers a certain trigger for me, because left me mostly psychological scars. I don't know what to expect from kylian, especially spending 1 week with him.

I snap out of my thoughts when Kylian calls me: _it's all right y/n??

_everything, I'm just a little tired I say making up an excuse in an attempt to make him not call me to go take a shower with him. _ I understand, feel free, if you feel hungry call Camille and Giselle they will do whatever you want _ Kylian says in a soft voice Phew, I breathe a sigh of relief with Kylian's words, I'm glad he didn't call me to go shower with him. _Okay, thanks kylian _You're welcome! Kylian walked out into the bathroom. A thousand thoughts run through my head What should I do now?

Well, we're going to have to have sex sooner or later, after all, that's what he spent so much money on me for.

I start to take off my pajamas, leaving only black lingerie underneath, I wait for Kylian to finish taking a shower and I take the initiative, as much as I feel dirty, that's why I'm here.

I see the door open, kylian quickly left the bathroom with only Box underwear and with the drops of water from the shower she just took running down her toned body. God, he looks sexy as hell right now! Wow!

He goes towards his closet with his back to me drying himself and then takes a more comfortable short to put on.

And now. I decide to approach him. I arrive in slow steps and take his right arm making him look at me turning immediately to me. When his eyes go down analyzing my body and the lingerie I'm wearing. I feel a chill running through my body as I look deeply into your eyes. Kylian suddenly says: _What happened y/n? I wrap my arms around his neck and look down at his lips and lean forward ready to land a kiss on his lips. But I'm stopped when Kylian takes my waist pulling me back:

_what are you doing y/n? Kylian asks with a big question mark on her face.

_ I'm doing my job, after all that's what you 'bought' me for, isn't it? I say dry to kylian

_just relax y/n, I don't want any of that right now, I just want to sleep I'm tired and I have to wake up early tomorrow.

_Come on, let's go to sleep! complete kylian I am completely ecstatic with his words, no client has ever done something like this … they always wanted sex right away for no reason they never left it for later or denied it like that. I'm completely lost in my thoughts when kylian calls me:

_y/n ? All right ?

_yes, I'm sorry

_stop apologizing y/n, if you want you can turn on the TV, put Netflix on and watch a movie or series of your choice. feel free. My sleep is really heavy… He says with a playful smile on his face. Still in awe of everything he just said to me I finally say something

_Don't worry kylian, I'll sleep too, I'm tired. He nods and walks out to the big king size bed. I do the same getting into the sheets, Kylian turns off the lamp next to her bed. _ Good night y/n sleep well _ Good night, kylian. I'm still awake, my thoughts racing in my head, it was all very strange… why didn't Kylian want to have anything with me? After all, that's what he bought me for, isn't it? In the midst of my thoughts, I soon end up falling asleep.

3:00 AM

I open my eyes slowly, listen to the sound of rain falling outside. Parisian winter is coming sooner than expected by the visa. I look to the side and see on the clock that it is exactly 3:00 AM. I feel a weight under my waist. When I look down, I see that Kylian has his arms wrapped around me, cupping me, as if he's holding the last available lifeboat out to sea. I turn my neck looking to the side and see that Kylian is sleeping with such a peaceful and angelic face, in such a deep and good sleep, without realizing it, I smile looking at the scene.

somehow I feel safe and warm with his arms around me, then I quickly fall back to sleep in his arms.

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He loves hopping in the shower with Brooks and Lyla loves seeing him be a dad😭

stop this is so cute, need to read a little dad jeremy blurb on this😭😭

“Baby, come join us,” Jeremy requests, talking loudly over the warm shower stream.

Right now, him and Brooks are in the shower, Brooks snuggled securely in his daddy’s strong arms.

“I can’t. You know if he sees my boobs, he’s going to think it’s feeding time,” Lyla explains with a small pout.

“Please. I missed feeling your body against mine,” Jeremy begs.

“If you insist.” Lyla really missed feeling him against her as well, so it doesn’t take much convincing.

She quickly sheds her clothing off, opening the glass, shower door to see the sweetest sight.

Jeremy has an arm securely wrapped around Brooks while his other hand is softly working baby soap through his little tufts of curls. Jeremy presses small kisses to Brooks’ head, smiling contentedly at his baby babbles. The baby boy grabs at his daddy’s chain, softly tugging at it.

“I love you guys,” Lyla says, moving to stand behind Jeremy, but looking over his shoulder to see Brooks.

“We love you, baby. Are you cold?” He can feel her shivering as she tries to burrow into his back.

“Just a little bit,” Lyla’s teeth chatter and Jeremy moves to bring her into his chest.

She’s eye level to his chest and so she presses soft kisses to his pecs. When she looks up at him, water droplets collect on her eyelashes and Jeremy feels his heart flutter.

Soft coos from Brooks breaks up their eye contact, making Lyla turn to her baby boy.

“Hi, my little love. Hi, baby. You’re so handsome because you look just like daddy,” Lyla simpers, poking at his baby fat.

Jeremy’s cheek turn red and he gives her a shy smile. She doesn’t understand why he still gets so shy. She’s spent the entirety of their relationship complimenting him and loving him.

“Brooks, look at daddy. Look at daddy! Daddy loves you,” Jeremy smatters loud kisses into Brooks’ cheeks to get a little giggle out of him.

He moves them partially under the water to rinse off Brooks’ hair. Lyla takes a moment to admire his simple actions. She thinks about the way she got to witness her husband’s transition to fatherhood, knowing it’s something so special. Jeremy’s always been sweet and sentimental, but seeing him with Brooks turns her into mush. Any spare moment Jeremy has, he spends it with Lyla and their son. He will literally do anything for them.

“The planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. You and I ended up in the same room at the same time. And the touch of a hand lit the fuse,” Lyla hears Jeremy singing her song and it brings her out of her daze.

Jeremy is softly rocking Brooks, now both of his arms wrapped around the baby. Their son’s head resting on his pec, both of his tiny hands clutching onto Jeremy.

“I still can’t believe that song makes him calm and sleepy,” Lyla whispers, wrapping her arms around them.

“He’s just like me. We love your voice,” Jeremy says.

“Let me have him so you can get washed up,” she pulls Brooks into her arms.

Brooks realizes he’s going into his mommy’s arms and starts smacking his lips together. It’s his little sign that he wants to be fed.

“I told you he’s going to think it’s his feeding time,” Lyla rolls her eyes.

“What can I say? He’s just like his daddy,” Jeremy winks at Lyla, making her blush and giggle.

#lyla x jeremy

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levmada · 11 months

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Gee my love! The trade continues and it is, of course, eruri for eruri. 😏

Gimme something soft and sweet: post expedition, the boys are signing death notices and Erwin is starting to stress and get depressed and Levi takes all the papers away and puts them aside and asks what he can do to help him relax, and after thinking, Erwin asks him to dance with him. But Levi says, I don't know how to fucking dance and Erwin teaches him in the office, humming a tune along the way. 🥺🥺🥺

hehehe the trade goes on.

hc: erwin has selective mutism and it happens when he’s under a lot of stress. he associates speaking with causing his father’s death.

//canonverse, hurt/comfort, levi is just an angel ok, probably innaccurate because i don’t know how to dance | 2.0k

The past two weeks have been riddled with death. Death upon gore, horror, water-logged and broken bodies, the bones protruding from flesh. Of steam that tasted like asphalt and dust.

Levi and Erwin—and Levi’s absolutely sure just by the looks of his partner—have endured more than their fill to earn something of a break now that the sun is setting on the day of their return. That was daybreak.

But even in the relative safety of HQ, and more than that, Erwin’s own office, this place reeks of death. Pain, too, just of a different sort that Levi’s just as familiar with.

It wouldn’t be this bad if it weren’t raining. The rain came down for the last couple days they were out, delaying their arrival even longer. Rain and dirt creates soggy ground, and that mud cripples horses if one isn’t careful.

On top of their mobility issue, Titans had an advantage within the heavy fog. Levi bristles whenever he glances at the window, the fog still settled over Trost as some phantom threat.

A reminder of his shame. He pushed through, but he wasn’t at peak performance like usual this time. It was something about the thunder and fog. Something about it.

In any case, the expedition was technically a success as their goal was reached, but at a steep cost.

He shuts his broom in the adjoining closet now, plus his cloth mask (after folding it neatly). He’s finished cleaning Erwin’s office. The faint click of the door shutting snaps him out of his mind.

He has a habit of getting in his mind too much. Usually Erwin’s presence negates that, but he’s silent. It’s not unusual for them to inhabit the same place quietly, but when Erwin is silent, something is wrong.

The remaining sounds are the soft pattering of rain against the glass, and the scrape of Erwin’s quill as he writes at his desk. Together they finished the regular post-expedition paperwork quickly enough—taking account of supplies and counting casualties—but it’s been hours since Erwin got started on the death certificates.

Levi watches him; not for the first time, just longer. The only thing that could be described as living about him right now is his stupid writing hand.

“Anything you need done?”

Erwin’s gaze hardly flickers up. He shakes his head.

No elaboration. No dismissal, either. Levi takes that as an invitation to stay.

Erwin’s silence is uncomfortable, but not unheard-of. It’s no attitude issue; Levi would be able to tell if Erwin was angry at him (in fact he’d say so).

Not even Erwin entirely understands it.

It… feels like bad things happen when I speak, he said. It didn’t make sense at the time.

But they both know it did once. And knowing that, Levi directly addressed it no more.

He briefly debates having his second shower of the day (plus that bath they took shortly after getting back). Give Erwin space to finish up and recoup.

He stares at the living corpse sitting at that desk a beat longer and decides no, approaching him instead. To Erwin’s side, so there’s no mistaking that this is personal.

“Look.”

He has more to say, but the right words get lodged in his throat. He’s no good at this.

But Erwin knows, he always understands what Levi means.

For the first time in quite some time, Erwin turns his head and reluctantly meets his gaze with none of the confidence indicative of him.

Another weird thing. When he’s silent, Erwin can’t be snapped out of it by anyone prematurely—that doesn’t work. Not even Levi. The close call they had out there could be a big reason for the state of him now.

(He sustained minor injuries. While taking down a large abnormal, it slid down a muddy embankment, unsteadying them both. He might’ve been slapped out of the sky, to the river bed like a fly if Eld hadn’t been nearby.

Erwin hadn’t been in their vicinity. It’d be better in Erwin’s mind if he had been.)

He’s sore, but everyone’s sore. It matters even less when Erwin of all people has lost hope. The bruises under his eyes age Erwin beyond his years. The last two weeks have drained him.

But the way he looks at him, like Levi is his one and only hope, is something good. It’s hard to explain why he isn’t insecure about that, but at the same time hard to accept to be true.

Levi sighs silently through his nose and takes Erwin’s jaw, effectively holding his head up. His cheeks are cold, but soft.

“Look. Odds are, we’ll see worse. These memories can’t be erased. But… there always has to be a sun to break through all this depressing rain.”

Erwin seems to take his lame speech to heart, for he closes his eyes, and when they open, they’re brighter because they’re brimming with tears. He sees this facet of Erwin rarely, and only him, and… it’s healthy to accept a shitty situation for what it is or was. It grounds one in reality.

He knows he’s a total hypocrite for rejecting that truth when their roles are switched, but he bets Erwin is like that, too.

Erwin swivels to face him directly, his eyes downturned as he reluctantly wraps him in his arms.

Reluctance isn’t indicative of him either, but it’s him at his core. In reality, always afraid to impose or burden, to cross a boundary of Levi’s that Erwin hallucinates to still exist. For as long as they’ve been a pair, that hasn’t changed.

Knowing all that, and how fragile, how small and afraid this face of him is, Levi completes the embrace without judgment. Their height difference leaves them at eye level even with Erwin sitting, he so cranes his neck in order to rest his chin on Erwin’s head. He runs his fingers through his soft hair again and again, rubbing gently.

He’s willing, and does, stand there until Erwin has gotten it out of his system, and his legs have fallen asleep.

When they separate, Erwin takes Levi’s scuffed hands. One of his wrists got sprained during that close call, leaving an ugly, mottled bruise there. Erwin says nothing, and just holds his hands, unwilling to let go yet.

“I said it was break time,” Levi mentions. “It’s your job to decide how to relax.”

“…Levi,” he says quietly, testing the sound of his name with an unused voice.

Levi feels lighter. That’s better. He grunts in acknowledgment.

“Would you—dance with me?”

He deadpans a little. Every fiber of his being yells no.

He considers how exactly he could grant Erwin’s request without making a complete fool of himself.

“I’ll ruin your night if we try that.”

He shakes his head gently. “…It’d be… very difficult for you. To do that.”

His cheeks warm. “You better be sure of that. Or you’ll embarrass both of us.”

It’s Levi’s turn to take his hands, tugging upward. Pain inside his sore wrist twinges a little, but he doesn’t let that show.

They’re doing this. When he messes this up, it’ll still entertain Erwin, so, so be it.

Erwin stands and appears to consider their surroundings before motioning with his head to the side door, the one that leads into Erwin’s personal quarters. The one that goes to the hall is locked, but it’s a good idea to get out of this room anyway. Out of the presence of some unfinished death certificates and unhappy ghosts, whether they’re finished or not.

He predicted that lack of music or classy lighting would complicate the awkwardness that would ensue anyway, but if Erwin feels as awkward as him, he doesn’t show it. He looks tired, but placated by the change in scenery and the task ahead of him.

All that implies that Erwin knows how to dance, but if so, Levi’s never seen it. Not even at those bi-annual meetings in Mitras that’s required of them for social points.

Maybe he’s shy? That idea makes him giddy for some reason. Or—part of Levi scoffs—Erwin’s only willing to do it with someone he likes.

“Copy me.”

The comfort of an order reassures him. He matches Erwin’s stance with his stance straight and feet apart, but then, his breath involuntarily catches as Erwin places his hands on his waist. They could encompass his whole back, and they have.

Levi copies him again, and looks up. “Now what?”

Erwin thinks intently. “…Normally… the shorter partner, would put their—their arms around the other’s neck,” he jokes mildly. “But, I’m too tall.”

“Damn right.”

“D-Damn right,” he agrees wholeheartedly.

He brings Levi’s hands up and around his upper back instead. It’s all deceptively easy, and he comes to learn that as Erwin begins explaining how to step, and in rhythm so no one steps on the other’s toes. Levi fucks this up in seconds.

“Erwin…” he warns.

“You always learn quickly. Keep practicing,” he comforts. He isn’t smiling exactly, but he is with his eyes. “My—My feet are too big for you to do much damage.”

Levi snorts.

Instead of dancing, what they’re doing in tandem resembles a slow wandering at first, as first, Levi must master the art of walking.

Something he despises about himself: when they’re alone together and close together, he grips Erwin’s shirt in his fists, clinging. Now he’s doing it again.

With a small huff, he forces himself to relax a little and embody Erwin’s suggestions to improve. It comes easier when he relies on his instincts—his most trusted weapon over anything else.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it,” Erwin praises.

“You sound pleased with yourself... Considering what you’re achieving here, you should be.”

That, that, brings a chuckle out of him that Levi had been aiming for. His heart leaps.

To be fair, that’s no exaggeration. Not only has he never danced before, but watching people dance makes him embarrassed in a way impossible to explain to a normal person.

Before long, he can step. Erwin is better at it—like a duck on water—but he stops gripping his shirt; no need to watch his feet, either. They perform a few circles at a steady rhythm, leaving Levi stupidly giddy again. Like a little kid. Erwin smiles above him.

He’s also having fun. He smirks mildly at the outrage on Levi’s face as he introduces the concept of forward and back. The simplest slow dance one can imagine.

It’s not as hard, though. Shivers run up his spine as Erwin’s hands come to rest on the small of his back. Maneuvering gracefully now—with just a few stutters here and there they bounce back from—Levi rests his head against Erwin’s chest to avoid the smile distracting him. A low, contented hum from him does him in anyway. Levi bites his lip.

Although there’s no beat to set or end their rhythm, they set their own and will stop when they feel like it. There’s no need for haste or acting out a performance, putting up a front. Their own world, their own rules.

“One last thing.”

Levi had been resting his head on his chest for many minutes. Somewhere in-between, Erwin held him a little closer than a proper dance could maintain very much, not that he minded.

They slow now as Levi scowls up at him playfully.

“What, my trophy?”

Erwin’s lips turn up. Levi bites the inside of his cheek. “One partner kisses the other to conclude the dance.”

He scoffs. A little explosion of butterflies lifts his chest. For that he chuckles softly, which for some reason makes Erwin giggle. He kind of wants to slap him and kiss him at the same time.

“Well, if that’s the rule, then…”

They must physically pause so that Levi can go up on bis toes and Erwin can lean down to meet in the middle. A soft, sweet kiss fitting for the time well-spent, and a healing change from what was before.

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